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SONGS FOE CHILDHOOD.
Softly the echo goes around ;
The father laughs at the tiny girl; The fair young mother sings the words,
While grandmother smooths the golden curl,
And, stooping over the precious thing,
Nestles a kiss within a prayer, Murmuring softly, " Little one,
Grandfather did not weigh you fair."
Nobody weighed the baby's smile,
Or the love that came with the helpless one; Nobody weighed the threads of care
From which a woman's life is spun.
Nobody weighed the baby's soul;
For here on earth no weights there be That could avail: God only knows
Its value in eternity.
Only eight pounds to hold a soul, That seeks no angel's silver wing,
But shrines it in this human guise, Within so frail and small a thing!
O mother ! laugh your merry note ;
Be glad and gay, but don't forget From baby's eyes looks out a soul
That claims a home in Eden yet.
The old man took a pail in his hand,
Aud went to milk the cow. But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched,
And Tidy broke his nose ; And Tidy gave him such a blow
That the blood ran down to his toes!
" High, Tidy ! Ho, Tidy ! high !
Tidy, do stand still! If ever I milk yon, Tidy, again,
'Twill be sore agaiust my will!" He went to feed the little pigs
That were within the sty: He hit his head agaiust the beam,
Aud he made the blood to fly.
He went to mind the speckled hen
For fear she'd lay astray ; And he forgot the spool of yarn
His wife spuu yesterday. So when she came to him at night,
He said 'twas plain to see That she could do more in a day
Thau he could do in three.
A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS.
Clement C. Moore.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through
the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney witli
care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads ; Aud mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's
nap, When out on the lawn arose such a clatter, I sprung from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, WTith a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came. And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
ENGLISH NURSERY RHYME.
There was an old man who lived in a wood,
As you may plainly see; He said he could do as much work in a day
As his wife could do in three. "With all my heart," the old woman said,
" If that you will allow, To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,
Aud I'll go drive the plow."
" But you must milk Tidy the cow.
For fear that she go dry ; And you must feed the "little pigs
That are within the sty ; Aud you must mind the speckled hen,
For fear she lay away; And you must reel the spool of yarn
That I spun yesterday."
The old woman took a staff in her hand, And went to drive the plow;