12 Evening Prayer.

Here, now, is a very pretty little picture: a
child at her mother’s knee, saying her prayers.
Dear, good little child! Sweet baby-lips breath-
ing the purest of all earthly sounds—a little
child’s first prayer! I wonder, now, if you can
guess whom this picture reminds me of? Ah,

 

I see the dimples coming in your cheeks, my
Cissy and Lily; and you smile as you think—
Mamma means us. Yes, dears, it reminds me
of all my children, for does not my little Johnny
also say his prayers at his mother’s knee ?

But let us try now if we can find pictures that
will come well next to each other, so that we
may make a little story sometimes out of two