! rat* II lUes. _ Btf iGZSt. If UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHAPEL HILL J S|@[' v^l **JL /f /fYf Est: 'i \ •$<£* \cate6 t %// $ Babies short, and babies tall, Babies big, and babies small. Blue- eyed babies, babies fair, Brown-eyed babes, with lots of hair, Babies so tiny they can't sit up, Babies that drink from a silver cup, Babies that coo and babies that creep, Babies that only can eat and sleep, Babies that laugh and babies that talk, Babies quite big enough to walk. Dimpled fingers, and dimpled feet, What in the world is half so sweet As babies that jump, laugh, cry, and crawl, Eat, sleep, talk, walk, creep, coo, and all Wee Babies? Up you go baby, that's the way — Laugh little baby, laugh and play- Little round dumpling, jump and coo, Mother will answer, and laugh with you ; Dents, and dimples, and dear little feet, My little baby is, oh, so sweet. flbrinteo in Colours from ©riginal Designs IDA IV A UGH ^ Poetry by AMY E. BLANCH ARD leto §0rk E. P. DUTTON & CO. 39, WEST TWENTY-THIKD "STREET GRIFFITH AND FARRAN CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD Copyright, 1882— E. P. Dutton & Co. i T WINS. Horace and Maurice were so like each other — You hardly could tell the one from his brother. If mama should say, " Now Ann, bring me Horace, 1 Why. likely as not, she'd go and get Maurice, The only difference between the two Of course though, their mama could tell them apart, For it was a matter so near to her heart, 1 And if we said, " Really I don't know, I own, Which one has the blue eyes, and which has the brown." Mama would say, '' Dear me, I thought that you knew Was Maurice had brown eyes, and Horace had blue. That Maurice has brown eyes, and Horace has blue." ■t Jn ja " What shall we do ? " said Roland to Nell, " For mama has gone away, In mama's room it's quiet and still, Let us go in there and play." So they softly opened mama's door, And quietly slipped inside. " Now let us play we are mice," said Nell, " And get in the drawer and hide." ISCHIEF, At the bureau drawer they tugged and tugged Until it was opened wide ; And then, oh dear, the dresses and things, They scattered them all outside. ' When mama came home, what did she see ? Ev'ry thing lying about, The children that should be out were in, What ought to be in was out. " Mama, don't scold," said the children, " see Haven't we hided us nice ? We don't know any better you know, We are only little mice." Out of the window, from mama to auntie, Just like a birdie she goes ; Up in the blue sky the cloud birds are flying, Round her the fresh summer glows. Woodbine and myrtle, and ruddiest roses; Oh, the new summer is sweet. Come, little birdie, the world is before you, And summer lies fair at your feet. Come, little baby girl, mama's arms hold you,. Auntie will not let you fall ; Birdies are singing, come, let us go find them, Flowers and sunshine, and all. Down you go, down you go, out of the window Baby-bird learning to fly. We will go, dainty one, out with the blossoms, Come back again by and by. S p UT Walking, " Come Edith and Walter," said Philip, " I'll take you out walking to-day, We'll gather some daises for mama, .And crown her the Queen of the May." ■" I know a nice place where we'll find them, Where bright yellow buttercups grow, The daisies stand up all around them The daisies that mama loves so." " I'll take the best care of you children, For mama says I'm quite a man, She'll trust me alone with you always, She knows very well that she can." "So come, little sister and brother, We won't have to go very far, And mama will say when she sees us, What dear little children you are." jAyVL, Let rae tell you of Johnnie, What do you think he did? Went in his mama's pantry While she was there, and hid. Mama went out and left him, Didn't know he was there, Left on the shelf the jam pot, Left by the shelf a chair. When ev'ry thing was quiet, Johnnie crept softly out, Peeped in the bags and barrels, Stood there and looked about. Soon though, he spied the jam pot, Here was a jolly treat, In went the naughty fingers, Johnnie began to eat. Hands and face were all covered, Dress was a perfect sight, When Johnnie came from the pantry You'd have thought it was pink, not white. " It was so good," said Johnnie, Fingers are nice to lick, If you had seen him that evening, I think you'd have called him sick. ' Rain, rain, rain, Just see how it pours ; Drip, drip, drip, ' Oh, how wet outdoors ; Freddie can't go out to play, It is such a rainy day. Never mind the dripping rain. Soon the sun will shine again. Rain, rain, rain, Just see how it pours ; Tears, tears, tears, Is there rain indoors? Why, my baby, do not cry, There'll be sunshine by and by Rain and teardrops both together. Dearie, that makes dismal weather Let me «ee you smile again. Maybe that wjjl stop the rain. pO 3 L EEPY, What a sleepy little baby, He can hardly lift his head, Really he can't eat his supper. He would rather go to bed. All the day long, patter, patter, Go the busy little feet, And when night comes, he's so tired, Herbert doesn't want to eat. In the morning bright and early, Out he pokes his little head, Like a darling downy birdie, From his little' nesty bed. Then he says, " won't wake dear mama, I'll just kiss her on the eyes," And he creeps on tip-toe softly To the spot where mama lies. Wakes her up with hugs and kisses, Then begins his busy day, From the morning to the evening He does nothing else but play, Till he is so very tired, He can't eat his milk and I read. All that Herbert wants or cares for Just now, is to go to bed. II Baby's F IDE, Oh, where do you think the baby is going On Nurse's apron ? Blanche calls it a sleigh And says, " We make believe it is snowing, And ride through the snow drifts away, away.' " We think, perhaps, we will go to Iceland, To see an iceberg" or great white bear, We don't know whether it is a nice land, We'll let you know when we get there." " There's but one thing that we are afraid of, There is but one thing about which we care, For when you see what our sleigh is made of, You will know we're afraid that it might tear. ■ WM, h ITTLE P OLDIEF^ Ha-ha-ha ! ho-ho-ho ! What a funny little soldier Harry is, oh, My my my, dear dear dear, Did ever any baby look so very queer ? Fanny laughs as loud as she can, Ralph says, " See little soger man." Ha-ha-ha ! ho-ho-ho ! Into what army does the baby want to go? Rub-dub-dub, march away, Th.it's the very tune he will want to hear some day; He will play with a sword and gun, He will fight till the battle's done. Ah-ah-ah ! oh-ho-ho ! Only into mania's army let the boys go ; Rub-dub-dub, drum, drum, drum, Let me keep my baby boys always safe at home. Wait, my brave soldiers, till quite men, You can fight mama's battles then. . N EIGHBOUP v S Let us see the baby, Tell us, what its name Isn't it a darling ! Wonder when it came. Let me kiss it Ellen Let me see its toes, What dear little fingers. What a cunning nose. How old is it Ellen ? Isn't it a dear! Ella, do they call it ? Where's its other ear? I would like to have one Eor my very own, When will it be able To walk and talk- alone ? iABY. Candy One, two, five, four, just look at what a lot, Such a many cannies, can't hold all I've got. Some belong to Leila, and some are mine, you see, That's what mama said when she gave 'em to me. Got so many cannies, don't know what to do. Don't know how to hold 'em, five, four, one and two. Here are your one's, Leila, now lets go and play, Have a nice party, like we did yes-a-day. Such nice little cannies, we have such a many, If we eat 'em all up, then we won't have any. How many one's have you left, five or two or four? Now mine all are eated, wiss we had some more. Out ^Shopping, What are we going to buy ? Silks, and ribbons, and gloves, - Laces, and bonnets, say I, But candy Georgie loves. Where do you .think are the shops ? Down by the garden wall. Georgie shall have peppermint drops. And lil have an India shawl. Jhe f Wonderful pictures the children see, Howard, and Marie, and Kitty, You will say when you look at the three They must think the pictures pretty. ICTURE ^ OOK, Wonderful pictures all of us see. Pictures the whole world over. Look in my eyes, dear one, and tell me, What picture you can discover. Wonderful pictures all of them see, Birds, and flowers, and people. Soldiers all marching so gallantly, A church with a great high steeple. A wonderful picture is near to me. Cannot you find it, my dearie? Look in the glass, I am sure you will see One of which I never weary. Jhe R VAC'E, Who can run fastest Lily or Rose ? Take care, my babies, mind your wee toes, Come little toddlekins, now let me see, Who'll be the first one to get to me. Catch, catch who can, don't tumble, don't fall, That you know, dearies, would not do at all. Lily's ahead, hurry up, Rosy, Don't fall, dearie, and bump your nosey. Patter on, patter on, little feet, Both of my horses are very fleet. Which ever baby girl wins the race. There will be smiles on each little face. Both at once, come along, that's the way, Here you are, which was the first one, say ? I'm sure I don't see how I can tell, For both little children did so well. fit (' ' 0k X^