Ble [ttle Pinger,

Lorre fingers gently tapping on the window pane, .
Little whispers, fondly uttered, soon come home again;
Little brown eyes fondly watching daddy down the street,

Little laughter as she turns their loving glance to meet.

Little sorrow stealing o'er her loving little breast,
Little teardrops glisten, little hands are pressed ;
But smiles soon follow tears, as on an April day,

Banishing the clouds, then all again is gay.
Arthur Scanes.

Sat @ ous.

YoreRE are many little children on this big sunshiny earth,
Little hearts that have their sorrows, and their fancies, and their mirth ;

But however many of them, big, or middle-sized, or small,

In the hearts of grown-up people there is room to hold them all.

   

. Though it’s years and years ago, dears, since we
‘ lived in children-land,
Once again along its valleys we will wander
hand in hand ;
And the sunshine and the showers take
together as they come,
If we find there’s April weather in the
way where we shall roam.

Flelen Marion Burnside.