Llabivs fing Te >on acest ueioaonannibca armen Pas Ne eka ayer ntarpais Fle Saaeniens re rere -LULLABIES AND JINGLES COMPILED AND ARRANGED BY MARGARET SIDNEY é BOSTON D. LOTHROP COMPANY CopYRIGHT, 1893 BY D,. LoTHRoP CoMPANY. All rights reserved. Tue Turee Marcery Daws A’ Birp’s Way “ Bur—Let me THINK” . THE POKER AND THE Toncs Wuat Mary Saip at Our ENTERTAINMENT Tue LITTLE SHEPHERDESS . Dors Basy Know? THe Littte Town-Maip Eves A Bit or MENDING THE Basy’s REvERY . A Star Story THE QUEEN oF TOLOO BaBYLAND . Our PICTURES Lirtte Wuire Liny . Wuat Are Tuey? Maryjorirz’s BONNET THE SCHOOL A WizarpD. A CHANGE oF TUNE . A Pretty AMBITION . VALE OF CHILDHOOD . : , ; : Mary E. Wilkins . Mary A, Lathbury Margaret Eytinge . Flenrtetta L. Jamison S. &. Smith, D. D. Katherine Lee Bates Margaret Sidney . Grace H. Duffield T. S. Crane . Mary E. Wilkins . Guy Wetmore Carryl Clara J. Denton Mrs. M. F. Butts George MacDonald CDS B: : fitz-Hugh Ludlow James Pennypacker L. J. Bridgman Mary E. Wilkins . Jean Ingelow ou won nn Io II 14 55 16 17 18 _ 19 20 23 24 26 27 28 29 30 3I 32 LULL IGIES AND: JINGLES THE THREE MARGERY DAWS. SEE-SAW, see-saw, up and down we gayly go! See-saw, see-saw, it’s such a lovely teeter, O! See-saw, see-saw, grass across a daisy-stalk — Up and down the robins teetered with their silvery talk. See-saw, see-saw! robins, they know how to play See-saw, see-saw, as well as children any day; See-saw, see-saw! lads and lassies, don’t you know, Grass across a daisy-stalk makes a lovely teeter, O! Mary E. Wilkins. GE * ae 4 is sty aS chart salty ay cate a wA SUS snes att Ae Ny) ~ Se a! = ‘ ere he z Sant th me parnerBalfihie Seats AF eee eseir® MALU UNE, ag Rey Be kG tee Renter Serene WT a reper : A BIRD’S WAY. “ ©, Rosins, on the apple boughs, come down — come down to tea,’ Cried Dolly by the garden wall; “ there’s quite enough for three Of sugar-lumps and macaroons, But as for cups and silver spoons, Only enough for me. “ Come down upon the garden wall, dear Robins, do,” she plead, “ And take a sip of cambric tea.” But, ere the words were said, Those robins vanished — every one, And, on a tree-top in the sun, They took a worm instead. Mary A. Lathbury. hia —<“e i" x, ie = ‘ SM — Ze iM, aX ! =~ eras Ae | a Ax? iv ANA INE “BUT—LET ME THINK.” I’p like to be a tiny bird, a tiny bird, a tiny bird, With wings of red or wings of blue, flying about from tree to tree; I'd sing the very sweetest song was ever heard, was ever heard, And all the other birds should come to learn that song of me. Or else I’d like to be a flow’r, a pretty flow’r, a pretty flow’r, A cunning pansy or a pink, a wild rose or a daisy white; I'd swing and dance with every show’r, with every show’r, with every show’r That brought me sparkling drops of rain to make me sweet and bright. Or I would be a merry brook, a merry brook, a merry brook Running through meadows green, with skies as blue as violets overhead, And grasses tall that bent to look, that bent to look, that bent to look At me, and wondered greatly when they saw themselves instead. But — let me think — would I? No, no, I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be A tiny bird, or brook, or flow’r; for I can sing, and I can play, And I can swing, and dance and see, and dance and see, and dance and see The grass, the sky, the field and all around as well as they. And they have no mamma to kiss, mamma to kiss, mamma to kiss, And no papa to love, nor yet an aunt to call them “ pet” and “joy;” And so ’tis better far, I think, to stay like this, to stay like this, And be a happy little child — a curly-headed boy. MarGaReET EyTINGE, ity So RSH See I fan a i = = BM ——— sa — SSS SSS ——S See a = Be oe ss ZS — Go ———S— — -—— 8 //f q iy my f ANA hvet == i irged i, | SS Ss VSS — LT Ml ‘i _ ” \ Ul] § ——— a « THE POKER AND THE TONGS. One night beside the ingle-nook The Poker and the Tongs Sang merrily and cheerily Their silly little songs: “Full many a year we’ve dwelt it here In joyous company ; The Andirons tho’ they brightly shine _. Are not more gay than we. What tho’ we seem of somber hue And somewhat dull when, lo! Beside. us both the cviling log, The living coal, doth glow. Association is the half Of life for each and all, And quite the best of this we have Whatever else befall.” So, there beside the ingle-nook, The Poker and the Tongs Sang merrily and cheerily Their silly little songs. WHAT MARY SAID AT OUR ENTERTAINMENT. eye“ 4 \ ! _ “T put my right foot in, “T put my right head— No! I put my left head— I put my right foot out; I put I I forget.” Henrietta L. famisonn “T give my right foot a shake, shake, shake, on And whirl my body about. + Nuera3? he AY adem ‘ THE LITTLE SHEPHERDESS. SWEET innocent, whose rambling feet Have left the bleating fold To seek thy guardian’s gentle breast — Whose love has made thee bold — Teach me, with humble, simple trust, In Jesus to confide, Who as my watchful Shepherd lives, Who for my cleansing died. Sweet shepherd child, devoid of care, And locked in slumber deep, Not asking, Is there danger near? Or who thy flock will keep. Securely sleep on earth’s green breast — Thyself a sparkling gem. The heavenly Shepherd never sleeps; God guards both thee and them. DOES BABY KNOW? ’Tis not an earthly shepherd’s care That saves from death and harm; My human weakness needs to lean On the almighty arm. In every peril life shall bring, Whate’er my wants may be, Teach me to flee, in grateful trust, Shepherd Divine, to thee. S. F. Suitu, D. D. DOES BABY KNOW? Doss Baby know, when the day grows late, Chilly and dim, The Slumber Fairies, who stand and wait Down in the street and beyond the gate, Pass over the lawn, and open the door, And steal across the nursery floor, Looking for him ? KATHERINE LEE BaTEs. 7 From “ Slumber Fairies.” ( thema . yen Siea| i je % ee y 1 ae Count oy ok iis hand Se Sea A ane? Yo of . oo Fn d [ceeded y por w Be O& lig a ble Ca disvance fp mts ok] No. ogee or kitties exist on the moon, x The philosophers, all of them, say. Perhaps when:'the man in themoon was a boy\ay igs He had pets that were made in this way/= zi : cai nN i) RG —— ~ > Mn aa ea NEveER a hint of a sky that is blue, Only between those trees: \ i “Does God make skies ever, i Nursey dear, _ ‘ ‘«\ — Any bigger than these? < Never a rush down a grassy slope Fragrant and sweet : “Do flowers ever grow just for nothing Right at our feet?” y Never a gay tumble in haymow, To find new eggs: “ Do hens grow hanging at the butcher-man’s Down by their legs?” Never a sweet new bowl of milk On flat door-stone : “ Shall I always sit by the nursery table Eating alone?” Never a chippering, rollicking note Of bird or bee: “ The canary is drefful stupid, an’ he Won't sing to me.” Never a sleep so dewy and fresh In cool green shade: “ Must I always and ever get into this bed You've just made?” EVES, Never — O, little town maid! why reason The problem out? The “ Wherefores ” of life are passing strange Beyond a doubt; And why sweet childhood’s dawning hours Should prisoned be Away from haunt of bird and flower, Is deepest mystery. MarGareT SIDNEY. EYES. THERE are eyes of black, and blue, and gray, And eyes of sunny brown, The great black eyes look fearless up, And the sky-blue eyes look down. And some look cross and some look sad, And some look laughing, too, But all look love to mamma’s eyes, Black, brown, or gray, or blue. Grace H. Dvurrtetp. oD ry Ss Yp a. Oe S 1 q 12 _ nla’ V6 oc EE Pe pene nt Dais OLN DG i Discover ‘tel y ees AE A théeir wings o ae e aa 18 th ‘becoming. leit dathaneveren oy oc lor: Paper 7 Coke oe ian ree ‘i i vay f a an ef hin’ me TTT TA ITI TENIT TONER EN TERR TI TTP TORT THE BABY’S REVERY. AN exquisite little maiden, With a head like a golden flower, She soberly stood at the window In the still, white twilight hour. « And what are you thinking, sweetheart ?” She was such a little einld She could not answer the question ; She only dimpled and smiled. But I wondered, as she frolicked, Her mystic revery o’er, Was she a rose-shade less a child Than she had been before ? Was she pausing, as a rosebud Seems pausing while it grows? Had I caught the blooming minute Of a little maiden rose? . Mary E. WItxins. we ee S i Tai = (GN SOM Zig Ui f LOE) NO , : ZS WSS, ee rnd d ond blinked wit ondins 337 S LOL Rat another day was, done + ee s, with tresses We head, Fmoons silvery lightzZ, LL: yy ey QEo/ said: BG Ze : Zi ee, nolly thus she Wate And fi O Man in the Moon, up there ‘so fag = ZG \ In the beautiful, shining sky, ° ae g } Proy how do you make each twinkling star: Jd like to know how, and try.” oe “The Man in the Moen replied: Dear girl, <= ee eat ls an aie and ae ply Z Z o make the stars that around me whirl, in ' And thisis the only way + Gy : W/ Z/To the ser Ue some Siler poper go. a et the paper be almost square 9 nd you fold it thus. @) and you fold it so, @) = A\nd you fold it here. @ NK and there; ©) Then turn it round the other way, And thus you mark a line, © ave with scissors shexp wine delo Ou cut it straight ond fine. / And then the paper wide unfold, cA\nd.if you hove Worked with carey silvery stor you will ~ ‘ = e - Nw 4 a F\— Nop We, e = x . 4a earn as TULL This clever East Indian wizard Fell in with a Kansas blizzard; They had a set-to, And when they got through He didn’t know “a” from “ iz- zard.” JAMES PENNYPACKER. ade A CHANGE OF TUNE. “ Buzz, buzz, buzz, You wretched little bee! Buzz, buzz, buzz, Don’t think you bother me. “ Bow, wow, wow, = Come, come, away with you! Bow, wow, wow, Or I'll snap you in two. NEL Vi Sib My nose, my swelling nose! Yi, yi, yi, It pains me to my toes.” A PRETTY AMBITION. Tue mackerel-man drives down the street, With mackerel to sell, A-calling out with lusty shout : “ Ha-il, Mack-e-rel !” & When I’m a man I mean to drive A wagon full of posies, . And sing so. sweet to-all I meet: “ Hail, Hyacinths and Roses!” Mary E. WILKINS. VALE OF CHILDHOOD. Is it warm in that green valley, Vale of Childhood, where you dwell ? Is it calm in that green valley, Round whose bourns such great hills swell ? Are there giants in the valley — Giants leaving footprints yet? Are there angels in the valley ? Tell me — I forget. Jean INGELow.