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Plate 1 AMERICAN PREFACE GERMAN PREFACE (TRANSLATED) T H E MOTHER IN U N I T Y WITH HER C H I L D . . . . 82 . . . . . . MOTHER'S SELF-COMMUNINGS 11 13 Music — T H E LIGHT-BIRD ON T H E W A L L . PLAY WITH T H E LIMBS 17 T H E RABBIT 18 Music — T H E RABBIT 19 W O L F AND W I L D BOAR 84 T H E LIGHT-BIRD ON T H E W A L L Music — INTRODUCTORY SONG . FALLING, FALLING MUSIC — PLAY WITH T H E L I M B S ; FALLING, FALLING T H E WEATHER-VANE . . . . • . . . . . 2 1 ALL'S GONE 23 Music — WEATHER-VANE, AND ALL'S G O N E . . SONG OF TASTE . 25 '. . 2 6 . . 2 9 SONG OF SMELL 27 Music — SONG OF TASTE . . . . T H E LITTLE WINDOW 87 89 91 93 95-97 . . . . . . T H E WINDOW . . . . 99 . . . 101 Music — W O L F AND W I L D BOAR 103 MUSIC — L I T T L E W I N D O W , AND W I N D O W . .104 CHARCOAL BURNER 105 Music — CHARCOAL BURNER 107 TICK-TACK 31 T H E CARPENTER 109 Music — TICK-TACK 33 Music — T H E CARPENTER 111 GRASS-MOWING 35 T H E BRIDGE 113 BECKON TO T H E CHICKENS 37 T H E BARN-YARD G A T E 115 Music — GRASS-MOWING 39 T H E GARDEN G A T E 117 BECKON TO T H E PIGEONS 41 T H E L I T T L E GARDENER FISHES 43 Music — T H E BRIDGE, AND BARN-YARD GATE . T H E TARGET; OR, LENGTHWISE, CROSSWISE . . . 45 119 . .121 Music — L I T T L E GARDENER 122 T H E WHEELWRIGHT 123 47 T H E JOINER 125 PAT-A-CAKE 49 Music — SONG OF PERFUME, AND T H E WHEELWRIGHT T H E BIRD'S N E S T 51 Music — T H E JOINER Music — BECKON TO T H E PIGEONS; F I S H E S ; T H E TARGET, OR LENGTHWISE, CROSSWISE MUSIC — PAT-A-CAKE, AND T H E LITTLE N E S T . 127 128 53 T H E KNIGHTS AND GOOD C H I L D 5S Music — T H E KNIGHTS AND GOOD C H I L D . . . . T H E PIGEON-HOUSE 57 T H E KNIGHTS AND ILL-HUMORED C H I L D . . . 133 Music — T H E FLOWER-BASKET, AND T H E PIGEON-HOUSE . 59 Music — T H E KNIGHTS AND ILL-HUMORED C H I L P . . 135 T H I S LITTLE THUMB 61 CHILD, H I D E T H E E 137 Music — T H I S LITTLE T H U M B 63 Music — C H I L D , H I D E T H E E 139 . 65 H I D I N G OF T H E C H I L D 141 T H E FLOWER-BASKET T H E FINGER GAMB . . . . . . . . . 129 GRANDMOTHER AND MOTHER . . . . . . 67 MUSIC — H I D E T H E L I T T L E T H U M B IS O N E . . . . . . 69 Coo-coo . 70 T H E TOYMAN AND T H E MAIDEN , , 71 T H E TOYMAN AND BOY , 73 CHURCH-DOOR AND W I N D O W 75 . 131 MUSIC — T H E CUCKOO , T H E PIANO-FORTE . . . . . . . . U P AND DOWN T H E FINGERS G O BROTHERS AND SISTERS. . . . . . . . Music — FINGER-SONG, AND GRANDMAMMA Music — MOTHER, GOOD AND D E A R ; T H E LITTLE THUMB IS O N E ; T H E PIANO-FORTE Music — BROTHERS AND SISTERS . . . . . T H E LITTLE ARTIST 76 NOTES TO MOTHERS. . , , . . . , . - « . . . . • • 146 . . 148 .150 153 • 155 • 159 MUSIC — CONCLUSION 77 143 145 *nae 157 AMERICAN BY ELIZABETH HP HIS book, unique in the world's literature, is brought out in America in answer to a wide demand of American mothers. Froebel was born in Germany; but he was truly cosmopolitan in spirit, and recognized that in America, where the nations have come together at last to understand one another, instead of meeting, as hitherto, to prey upon each other, the self-activity of universal childhood can best be cultivated for self-direction and self-government; inasmuch as the first word of our nationality was, is, and ever shall be, " all men are created free and equal." The only perfect guardian and cherisher of free self-activity is the mother's love, who respects it in her own child by an instinct deeper than all thought, restraining her own selfwill, and calling out a voluntary obedience (the only obedience worthy of the name), because it proceeds from hearts that " the forms of young imagination have kept pure " (to quote the English poet, whose psychology of childhood is identical with Froebel's, (see Wordsworth's Ode on the Intimations of Immortality in Childhood). In this study into the divine meaning of the instinctive, spontaneous plays of childhood, it was Froebel's purpose to elevate the mother's instinct into insight, and thereby purify it from idiosyncratic infirmities ; so that she might see, in the unconscious play of the child, the same laws working that make the archangel in his heavenly sphere; even as the same laws that whirl the planets in their vast orbits guide the stone flung from a child's hand. Thus she would see, that, to make the child's play hearty and enjoyable, it must be kept so by her companionship and sympathy; and compass the childish aim successfully by her suggesting the laws of order which are not yet evolved in the child's own mind, but which orderly playing will develop, to guide the life forever after, PREFACE. P. PEABODY. into communion with the wisdom, love, and power of God. When this lesson is fully learned, and faithfully applied in education by mothers and their assistant kindergartners, who build the bridge between the mother's nursery and the schools of instruction, the demoralizing chaos, in which we seem to have been living for ages, will give way to a paradise more than regained, because glorified by that union of Love and Thought, as companions using the highway of human life, of which our own Emerson has sung, " Who know one only mortal grief, Past all balsam and relief, When, by false companions crossed, The travellers have each other lost." Some persons have foolishly suggested that there must be a difference between an American and German kindergarten. But the kindergarten, true to the one nature of childhood, is irrespective of all local circumstances. Generosity, selfrespect, courtesy and reverence, spontaneous geometry, rhythmical motion, music, and plastic art, are universal as humanity; and it is these which make the kindergarten one and the same in all countries. Besides, so far as this book is redolent of the subjectivity of German life, it is a salutary contrast to the extreme objectivity of the American life; and the connection of opposites is the law of the complete, well-balanced life, that we are in pursuit of for our children and ourselves. We particularly c&ll attention to Miss Fanny E. Dwight's rendering of the German songs into English, at once literal and graceful, and adapted to the cadences of the music. Miss Josephine Jarvis's faithful translation of the prose is also commended. PREFACE TO THE SECOND GERMAN EDITION. BY DR. WICHARD LANGE. sentations exciting feelings, developing notions, and unfolding the spirit of her child in the likeness and image of God. The care and gradual education of children naturally devolve upon woman, who is especially gifted, nay, inspired for this work, and whose love encompasses the child from the hour of its birth; who guides all his first steps, and is herself moulded and formed anew while moulding and forming him. She must devote her experience" to the task, throwing herself heart and soul into her mission (education), and remaining faithful to it till death; shrinking from no privation, no sacrifice, and fearing neither opposition nor scorn from the ignorant outside world. The book before us is not a complete mode of education, not a formal system of early lessons for children ; but it is a moral whole, woven and held together by one prevailing fundamental IDEA, and impressing wonderfully all those who are open to its influence; a whole which arouses all dormant inclinations for good left by a healthy education; a whole which awakens those purposes, thoughts, and resolutions which lead to salvation of heart; a whole which points out the way the mother must follow, if she would solve her practical problems irrespective of the criticism of a noisy material world. With this spirit, and from this standpoint, the mother will make her influence sensibly felt. For love only is the motive power and effectual working-lever in education. May every mother, therefore, avail herself of this book as a partner in her labors, and receive it joyfully as a treasure for her family! T^ROEBEL'S mother-songs are here offered to the public in their original form. It has been often remarked, that both the poetry and the illustrations might be improved; and we do not deny it. But who could alter them, without at the same time injuring the spirit which breathes through the whole ? We have not to do here with disconnected stories and pictures. What we have before us is one whole, woven together with great ingenuity and skill: it is a leaf taken from German family life. In this book we Have an example of that true spirit which regards earthly life as the foreshadowing of a much higher existence, the man as the highest development, and the child as a bud upon the tree of humanity containing within itself the germ of the whole. We see a rejoicing mother who deems herself supremely blest, because she recognizes that from her has sprung the Divine image in human form; and that she is admitted to take active part in the gradual development of the eternal in the mortal, of the unending in the transitory, in short, of the divine in the human. In faith she receives her firstborn, as a gift direct from Heaven; embraces him fondly; tends him in hope; and, while happy in the contemplation of her darling, does not forget to thank Him who is the ultimate source of all life. Hence she strives to open her child's mind gradually to the world around him; she touches the tiny hands, the little legs and feet, and the soft head of her darling, giving names to each limb; she leads on the awakening mind to objects in nearest contact with his body, then to human life, then to rAture, and finally to heavenly things. She brings before him pictures and repre- s Introductory Song. THE MOTHER IN U N I T Y W I T H HER CHILD. §C\ H child of my heart, so fair and so d e a r ! ^ ^ All softly the light of knowledge shines here. W h a t glows now so warm, thy infant form flushing, And kindles my spirit, like spring's early blushing? Pure F A I T H it is, enthroned on thy brow, T h a t thou a mother's shelter shall know. Pure LOVE it is, in thy laughing eyes, T h a t light to the mother's soul supplies : Bright H O P E it is that throbs in thy breast, And makes for the mother life's fountain blessed. Oh, come then, my darling! each other viewing, We'll live in springs of life renewing. W h a t e v e r the heart of the child requireth, T h e mother's heart alike desireth; And surely thy faith, thy hope, thy love, Shall cherished be by spirits above ! Through hoping, believing, and loving 'tis given To feel the blessings and joys of heaven. 9 MOTHER'S SELF-COMMUNINGS. Yea, truly, my child, from the hour of thy birth, Thou'st been less like a mortal than angel on earth. Already I see a foundation of strength T h a t the trials of life will conquer at length; E'en now I can trace in thy form frail and young, Contained in the feeble, the germ of the strong. Though sown now in weakness, self-conquest I see, Which gladdens my heart erst so tender for thee ! On my life there arises a happier morn : I am purer and better since my darling was born. T o tend thee, to cherish my baby, my boy, ' T i s bliss, 'tis delight, 'tis my heart of heart's joy. F E E L I N G S O F A M O T H E R ON B E H O L D I N G HER FIRST-BORN CHILD. G O D , my God ! in making me a wife, Thou'st crowned me with the noblest joy of life ; And now thy greatest gift thou sendest m e : An angel child have I received f rom thee. r O husband, father! thank our God above For this fair token of our purest love : All do we find in this our first-born son, That in eternity shall make us one. Though born in pain, take now thy peaceful rest, My darling child, upon thy mother's b r e a s t : T h e e will we guard, 'mid earth's perpetual strife, Thou crown and sweet renewal of our life. THE W H I L E PLAYING W I T H CHILD. HER T h e mother draws from gazing on her boy T h e truest, sweetest, deepest of all j o y ; And, knowing well the fulness of that bliss, Preserves for him life's greatest happiness. O baby, sweet baby, my true love for thee Is purer and brighter than pearls of the s e a ! And shall I, my darling one, shall I now show thee By what signs for my own dearest baby I know thee ? This is the little head: when it is weary, Kind mother's hand will support it, my deary. Here are the forehead, and eyes opened wide, Filling mother's fond heart with pleasure and pride; And here are the cheeks, like the white and red rose, T h a t gently against mother's shoulder r e p o s e ; H e r e is the tiny and delicate ear, Soon baby will listen sweet music to hear. This is the small n o s e ; and here is the mouth T h a t must never speak any thing else but the t r u t h ; Here are the lips, like the red coralline, So often already pressed close against mine; Here is the little round chin, rosy and small, With the dimple that mother loves better than all; And this is the little face, winning and fair, Encircled with ringlets of bright golden hair; Here is the tender neck, snowy and r o u n d : Ah, where could ever such another be found ? T h e throat that keeps baby's head steady is this, So fat and so tempting for mother to k i s s ; And this is the back that gives promise of strength • W h e n baby shall grow up to manhood at length. T h e s e are the fingers and hands made for p l a y : My darling shall learn how to use them one day. And these are — my sweet one — thy dear little arms ; Feel how mother's embrace her babe comforts and warms. 0 God, our F a t h e r ! life's eternal source! Grant thou that pure and straight may be his course. W e all thy children a r e : oh, let one love Unite us all with thee in realms a b o v e ! THE MOTHER M O T H E R HAPPY IN T H E CONTEMPLATION OF H E R CHILD. W h o can the mother's bliss express W h e n playing with her infant boy ? Beameth with love each fond caress, A bliss transcending earthly joy! Then love most tender is, and all foreseeing, Caring for nought but her dear child's well-being. My baby, my baby, come whisper to me, W h y all is so dear and enchanting in thee. W h y is it, that, dancing and tossing my boy, 1 discover each instant an ever new joy? T h y fair head is like the fresh budding flower, Crowned with the dews of the sweet morning hour. As stainless and pure as the new-fallen snow, Unspoiled and sinless shines forth thy young brow; As the blossom sheds perfume around on the air, So thou fillest my heart with a joy rich and rare. Awakened by an infant's kiss, Mother's joy is deepest bliss ! T h y cheeks, soft as velvet, so healthy and rosy, Are tinged with the glow of a midsummer posy; As shines the bright sun from the deep azure sky, So thy sunshiny spirit beams forth from thy eye, mnocent smiles that are flashing on me the chain that has bound me to thee. II 'Tis mine to guard and mine to guide This life, my pleasure and my pride ; For in the joy of life at length My child will learn to know his strength, — Will learn that he must work and strive, If he would well and nobly live. And this is the heaving and well-moulded chest, (My little one ought to have health of the best); How calmly the innocent heart lieth t h e r e : May it never be burdened by sorrow or c a r e ! May it ever be pure as the bright summer skies, Or as the first glances of infantine eyes ! Soon, soon, will it feel hidden fountains of life : May they never be troubled by anger and strife ! See, here is one leg, and again here is o n e : How long will it be ere thou walk quite alone ? And these are the rosy and fat little feet: To good, not to ill, may they carry my sweet! These are the ankles, and these are the knees, Which shall wade in the water as much as they please: These balls on the feet, they are called baby's toes, See, here they are, ten of them, placed in two rows. And now all my darling's dear parts I have told. He will spring from my lap when about a year old: Soon after among other children he'll find Some food to improve and to strengthen his mind; Of which even now the beginnings I see, And which shall be nurtured in silence by me. THE T H E MOTHER AND HER CHILD STANDING ON H E R LAP OR R E S T I N G IN H E R ARMS. Happy the mother striving day by day T o train her child by loving, healthful play ! How happy she who by her inward light Expands and warms the human blossom bright! For where the sun in greatest glory plays, Thither the flower turns to catch his rays. My baby ! ope those eyes of azure d e e p ; For mother through them to thy heart would creep, While thou with rosy lips upon me smilest, With cherub laughter weary thoughts beguilest. Give me thy little mouth, that by a kiss Thou mayest gently seal thy mother's bliss; Reach me thy hands so fair and soft and round, Two chains by which fond mother may be b o u n d ; Throw round my neck thy plump, caressing arm, To keep me with its loving pressure w a r m ; Show me, too, thy ear so fair, And little head with downy hair, — T h a t my child, in love's warm light, May grow up as the lily "white, Free from spot and free from stain, On life's cloud-traversed, verdant plain! Plant firm thy feeble feet upon thy mother's l a p : W h a t joy to feel her near thee always, whatsoe'er may h a p ! She aye will strive to be for thee her joy and fond delight, Like genial rays of sunshine that disperse the shades of night. Repose, then, calmly on thy mother's loving breast, So shall we both be happy, peaceful, blest! MOTHER WATCHING T H E DEVELOPM E N T OF HER CHILD. Watching the daily progress of her child, T h e mother prays, " God keep him undefiled ! Guide him whene'er the tempest rages wild." Yet she must do her best, If hopeful she would rest Upon the Father's breast. Oh ! come and see my little one, — A flower first opening to the s u n ; T h e curly pate so round and fair, T h e forehead smooth, and free from care. Bright are my baby's e y e s ; his ears, ere long, Shall listen for the sound of mother's s o n g ; His little nose shall smell the flowers b r i g h t ; His mouth drink milk each morning, noon, and night. His cheeks are rosy with refreshing slumber, Dinted by laughing dimples without number. Oh ! so fair and bright is he, Should he not my treasure be ? His hands he learns to ope and clasp, His fingers just begin to grasp. With pleasure now he takes his ball, Loves it, and will not let it fall. So strong my baby's arms are grown, T h a t he can wave them up and down; And even sometimes he is able To bound his ball upon the table. His legs begin to jump so high As if he wished to reach the sky. My child ! 'tis life, the heavenly power, That makes thee stronger every h o u r ; THE CHILD AT T H E MOTHER'S Oh, see with what content and zest T h e infant clasps his mother's breast! A native instinct now doth move T h e child to trust his mother's love. As he from her receives his food, From her he seeks the highest good. One day (with reverence returning His mother's care and silent yearning), His mind will grasp the clew of right, From her example pure and bright. Mother! not only food he takes from thee, But, to a slumbering instinct true, H e seeks for love and kindness too, From heart that's full of mother's sympathy. 12 BREAST. INTRODUCTORY SONG, THE MOTHER IN UNITY WITH HER CHILD. I I o/\ \ Play with the Limbs. " W H E N first the child delights to try What strength within his limbs may lie, The mother's nursery-play begins. 'Tis a hint from heaven Unto the mother given, Through outward, inner life to waken ; Through play and thoughtful sport to quicken The sense that feeling, foresight brings.'» Song, l ^ O W the little limbs fly out, ^~* Tossing, rollicking all about! Thus will they gain life and strength, — Stamp the flax-seed out at length, To make the oil so clear and bright, That feeds the pretty lamp all night, Where mother's love burns still and clear, While watching o'er her child so dear. Falling, Falling! " A DEEPER feeling underlies Each little play the mother tries. Thus, in the * Falling, falling!' game, The mind conceives a higher aim; Thy child shall gain the strength and skill To conquer many a coming ill,— Shall many a threading fall avoid, When tripping by his mother's side. Song. fTfoOWN he goes now, falling, falling ! ^ » Up he springs at mothers calling! Laughs he now in frolic glee, — Laughs so safely there to be. Sure he knows no harm befals him While his loving mother calls him. Down he goes now, falling, falling! Up he springs at mothers calling! Soul and body thus unfolding, Mother's love is ever moulding. PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. FALLING, FALLING! fe The Weather-Vane. iffy AV " W H E N first the child begins to imitate, Do not the little effort underrate: iW\ ^° ^10U [,ij|v| Jri And ever to renewed attempts invite y yi §§^j t tne same delight him, > — * w*** t n e * more him." iMS the vane upon the tower k^* Turns when winds and tempests lower, So my child his hand is turning, . Pretty play and lesson learning. « $?v ^S^il ir^5*5p *^J All's Gone! v i ¥ " T H E child, disturbed, thinks all is gone When the empty plate and cup he sees: Thou canst a wiser thought make known, And easily his fancy please, Since what has vanished from us here Exists yet in another sphere: The bird has left the empty nest, To seek the field he loves the best. What from the outward sight is flown Will in another form be known." S Song. If -K.ONE, gone, my child, all gone! <£^ The supper now is gone. Baby is not now without it: Little mouth knows all about it; Little tongue hath in it dipped; Down the little throat it slipped. Now it makes my baby gay, Full of frolic, full of play. Now with health my child shall beam, Red and white, like rose and cream. 5® ¥ fe W ^ f^' /v JjL * ,.£ ^ , ^ THE WEATHERVANE. Song of Taste. " Ever through the senses Nature woos the child: Thou canst help him comprehend her lessons mild. By the senses is the inner door unsealed, Where the spirit glows in light revealed. Through the senses the child's soul lies open : Keep the impressions pure; whate'er may happen, Many a care in life shall lighter seem, And life more joyfully, serenely beam." Song. J %i Song of Smell. " T H E child full early may perceive, In every thing that lives, The inner presence of a power, That for existence strives. Be it in color or in form, Or fragrance of the flower, All are to existence called, By one directing power." Song. V1VTOW my little rogue may smell <^/2 These sweet flowers he loves so well, — Ah, sweet! so sweet! Ah ! what is it? Canst thou tell, So sweet, so sweet, Where the hidden source may dwell? Yes ! an angel in the cell All the cup with sweets doth fill; Says, "Though from the child concealed, Sweet perfumes I freely yield, So sweet, so sweet! " Let me too the angel greet; Let me smell the perfume sweet,— So sweet, so sweet, so sweet! SONG OF TASTE. Tick, Tack! " W H O would find the prosperous way, The laws of order must obey. Who would win a happy fate, Must learn his time to regulate. He whom this practice shall annoy Will be bereft of many a joy. Then teach the child to value order, time ; F c r these are priceless gifts in every clime." t Song. O and fro! to and fro! Goes the pendulum, sure and slow. So will I my arm incline, Just in time and just in line; Beat by beat, with forward, back, Ever tick and ever tack! Tick, tack! tick, tack! Little clock saves me all care, Tells me when the right hours are, — ? For eating, for sleeping, for play and all; For rising and bathing it sounds the call; v Makes my heart beat pure and true; f Keeps me well and active too. Beat by beat, with forward, back, . Ever tick and ever tack f t ' t Tick, tack! tick, tack! TICK, TACK! flf Grass-mowing. "y\ " ^ | Ytfk ? <^| J N|Jw *j| E V E R , in relations with the child, recal The truth, that Unity exists in all. Without it all thy efforts aimless are, Nor can the child for higher truths prepare. A hint of this already thou art showing In this pleasant little game, ' Grass-mowing."' iy song. W I ^ A S T E N t 0 t h e meadow, P e t e r ! -rlk k>-> Mow the grass, what can be sweeter! I Bring us home the fragrant fodder, O W For the cow, for milk and butter. B I Cow is in the barnyard straying, — I | Milk her now without delaying. j [I Cow the good, rich milk is giving: II Milk and bread are baby's living. , I M Let us grateful be for labors ^Sjl Bringing us so many favors. ' gy Hasten to the meadow, Peter ! ^Wj|n Mow the grass, what can be sweeter! ^ t I T h a n k thee, Peter, for the mowing; ~-p \ Thank thee, cow, the milk bestowing; j l F o r the milking, thank our Molly; H Baker, for the rolls so jolly; I | If F o r the supper, thank mamma, — J .|j So no thanks forgotten are. j A Beckon to the Chickens. ' *m ji ^\S AJ! my W 7\J | j\ " W H A T can lovelier be Than the children's simple play, T o beckon with the little hand; To feel that all is rife With the stirring presence of life, And the child is one of a happy b a n d ? " Song. ® E C K O N to the chickens s m a l l : C3& u Come, dear chickens, one and all." «* * / C| ./ v. \^ C( *I GRASS MOWING. > * Beckon to the Pigeons, " No fancy coy, no ray of joy Escapes the mother's watchful eye; Still quicker is she to discover When a shadow passes over." Song. I ^5RHE W ^^ meet y o u : Beckon t h e n ; say, " D e a r pigeons, I greet pigeons are coming, dear love, to f & nT *« jT \ 1 JT j I The Fishes. * W H E R E V E R active life is found, * The children eagerly come round : In an element pure and bright The heart o'erflows with pure delight. When what is pure and clear becomes the choice, Truly may the mother's heart rejoice.'' *^ Song. { ^ E R R I L Y in the brooklet clear C J - ^ ' Swim the bright fishes far and n e a r : N o w darting, now floating, ever they go, Some of them straight, some bent like a bow. ^ j / BECKON TO THE P I G E O N S . F I S H E S IN THE BROOK. LENGTHWISE, CROSSWISE, or the Target. jf Pat-a-Cake. f\ a R J I] " W H E N several are engaged in labor, Each should try to please his neighbor; Each his share, however small, Have ready at a moment's call. Only then the work may tell Of good result, and prosper well." I Song. I I I I I I I I I I JcgNiMi/n) ^ R J O W " my child would have us baking ^ Little cakes of her own making. P a t the cake all smooth and b r o a d : Baker says, " Now, all aboard! Bring the little cake to me, — Soon my oven cold will be." " B a k e r , here is the cake so fine: Bake it well for this clyld of mine." " S o o n the cake will be golden brown: D e e p in the oven I'll shove it down." #NL J m — -,. - j I I I 1 J I I I =—««&fel I I \\ i ft K I \ | | | L• 13 Ik. f$ The Bird's Nest. " T H E child is filled with joy on viewing Some form of what in life he loves, And never wearies of renewing The image that his fancy moves. Thus he retains the memory clear Of what in life he holds most dear." Song. S ? N the hedgerow, safely shielded, ^ Little bird a nest has builded; Two little eggs has laid therein. Two little birds to cry begin, Calling the mother, pip, pip, p i p ! Mother dear, pip ! mother dear, p i p ! Dear, oh, so dear, p i p ! Dear, oh, so dear, p i p ! I Ji JJftT yej )§\ VI / lj|j I 9 J 1 JL . 0p>, The Pigeon-House. f " W H A T to the child gives inward joy, | fi He loves to represent in play. S | The dove flies away from his little home ; | jj The child through the green fields loves to roam. I | The little dove comes back at night; ji ( The child, too, keeps his dear home in sight. | ;/ Then all the life and all the play B J That filled the long and happy day, — I 'I All he has found, all he has seen, 8 7 He loves at home to rehearse again ; 1 1 And all these joys, together bound, j 1 Now in a varied wreath are wound." | | Song. u 0 Jjjr O P E N now my pigeon-house : 1 1 "O Out fly all the pigeons once more let | j loose. I I Away to t h e broad green fields they fly; I j T h e y pass t h e day right merrily, | ( A n d when t h e y come back to rest a t l ] . night' j Again I close my pigeon-house tight. f J THE BASKET. TOT A lw i^UT Ww\ w \$Juf This Little Thumb. v e t bends with grace. 1|1A \]| 1 / M| ) j WM ' B /I 3 Kjf fp\^% p /Klffi}. \ J R S J /l-^lff hdt^Ml ^jM^M V •] if F :W ^ r ^^tN^I ? ^n<^ ^ ^ * anc ? ? ^ t*1*s * anc* t ^ s * This finger doth t h e longest show, And makes t h e middle of t h e row. And this ? and this ? and this? This one t h e golden ring shall wear, And, n k e t h e gold, is pure and fair. And this *? a n d this ? and this ? This finger is the least of all, And just completes t h e number small. Oh, yes ! oh, yes ! oh, yes ! -s&B A n d though these little gifts have each '(r^ -ww They're all together bound and governed ^Q^dpV by one will. . lb ; J8rr>v jf s^ffjjh w'fiw/) vifJ$' WYt^ ML\ 1 i§[^c~? Oifi\> < ^ $SK?~^^ IlwxS ||'^V^A J 4 \Z 1" THIS LITTLE THUMB. I \ ! /?) -s\ \ \J | ) I I J /j f tf\ I \ J C J j j> I Finger Game. " T H E child will play with his While strength is thus gained by gers and will." < fingers [ fin- 1 WJ / Y • Song. ^ H U M B S and fingers, ^<^ Say good-morning! First and middle, Ring receiver, Least of all, too, Say good-morning! So all with graceful and courteous bowing, i Jf \ I I | j/T^S (j I ( [ / All greeting and honor on you are ~) JL bestowing. ~^ Grandmother and Mother. EARLY the child divines aright, That several parts in one whole unite : Then the family-circle show,— Let him every member know." ^ R H I S is the g r a n d m a m m a ; ^ J #r\ jJA \wf \W* ^c) This is the grandpapa; yS This is the father; | | •) This is the mother; ULX This is mother's child so d e a r : 1| j Now we have all the family here. wyfi This is the mother good and dear; fe This is the father, with hearty cheer; vwSg This is the brother, stout and tall; ran This is the sister, that plays with her doll; -ir/i And this is the little one, pet of all. oBj ( Behold the good family, great and small, (ffi| W h o with thoughtful care, and one in will, iffiS Work well and true joy's cup to fill. ||fe The Little Thumb is One. " COUNTING is a noble art, That man is wont to underrate. How good the art, he scarce may feel: Thought only will its use reveal. True and accurate counting Leads to the good and true; All that is evil surmounting, For good it will ever renew." * jv Kv )• Song. \-N ~ f k ^ H E little thumb is one; **J The pointing finger two; The middle finger three; The ring finger four; The little finger five. I take them, Take them snugly all in bed, Sound asleep: let nought be said. Silence ! do not early wake them. The Piano-Forte. " W H A T pleasure when the child has found What his eye enjoys gives out a sound ! Much is thus given to the outer ear, That man all unheeding will not hear. Then call the child's attention to it now, And all his life in joyous stream shall flow." Song. | O ^ O U C H the clavier now ! csl§ Upon its ivory row, Press, my child, a finger down, Out there springs a lovely tone : 2 La, 2la, 3la, 4la, 5 la; 5 La, 4la, 3la, 2la, Jla. x La, 2la, 'la, 4 la; 2 La, 3la, 4la, 5 la; 5 La, 4la, 3la, 2 la; 4 La, 3la, 2la, Ha. i_ia, l a , t a j 2 La, 3la, 4 la; *La, 4la, 5 la; 5La, 4la, 3 la; j_/a, l a , l a j XJCLJ la, Lei, j^a, la y 2 La, 3 la; 3 La,' 4 la; JL> \\ ^^^^^^^^^^l/^'ir^^^^l 32 1 W h e n the notes with song unite. : S krV, ^ * 4 ' jijzk c^3'*iV ^^\s ^ 7^*~"^*£^h^-a!\ \n I 1 Brothers and Sisters. " W h e n children for sleep prepare, And fold their h a n d s in p r a y e r . " I " M O T H E R , feel it deeply,—One doth watch When all in sombre night are wrapped in sleep. Have faith : the good awaits thy careful search, Will from all fear and harm the children keep. Truly to them nought better canst thou give Than the true feeling, they in one life live." J I 8 1 | H i Song. L/ { 1 ( j m §f\ O ! sunk in each other's arms they lie, ml cB^ Dear brothers and sisters so peacefully. jjw All tired alike of work and pleasure, urn They gather strength in night's long leisure. H But, ere they close their weary eyes, (mj Their thoughts to their Creator rise, — jffi T h e source of life and all things dear, \W F a t h e r of all, w h o art ever near. \Jl T h e n sleep, dear children, in soft r e p o s e : ylJL H e who watcheth all yjlj Heareth every call, fl v And softly now every eye doth close. '// Then, child of my heart, do thou like the rest, \l And slumber, slumber, by love caressed. \f L, _-_—Jk FINGER SONG. M O T H E R , GOOD A N D DEAR. BROTHERS AND S I S T E R S . Children at the Tower. " WHATEVER singly thou hast played, May in one charming whole be made. The child alone delights to play, But better still with comrades gay. The single flower we love to view, Still more the wreath of varied hue. In this and all the child may find The least within the whole combined." Song. •grPWO hands ! thereon eight fingers a r e ; S ^ Two thumbs the two grandmothers are. They've come to make each other a call: 'Tis long since they have met at all, — They bid each other welcome. Oh, welcome ! Oh, welcome ! Such bowings and such greetings ! Such glad and tender meetings ! They talk as if they would never rest; They tell of the basket, the eggs in the nest; They tell of the doves and the pigeon-house, — How they fly in and out in gay carouse. They tell of the little fishes gay, In the sparkling water floating away; The baker and little patty-cakes; The target the good brother makes. Now, when they've reviewed their plays all through, They ask each other what next they shall do. The fingers say, " T o the steeple we'll g o ! " But the little grandmothers, they say, " No ! " In the church-door the grandmothers go. V§#j3p Up to the steeple the fingers climb: (jsjg! TCpP W e scarcely can see them by this tfjEj y \ W ml ; So high, so high, so high they rise ! Now down they fall, as if from the «l skies, iJJ |K Jj! R| jj/l _ffik ^™)a In a deep, deep hole, — and the steeple, I fear it has crushed the people ! ^ ^ ' n o * ^ ^ a s o n ^ c r u s n e d the M\ US W ft- 8j&I 1 Out come the little grandmothers || ill' iWl ^ e ^ n S e r s > t o °? a r e n o t asleep: ill ^ A M I ^ u t ^ r o m t n e deep, deep hole they |J fiM M 1M A cree P' . n rr?oi» A ^ n < ^ w ^ ^ P r a * s e a n d thanks their y y W voices chime,— '^mgjk " W e ' l l be more careful another ^ y/y time." m -W Mf ill JIL M|| The Child and the Moon. IIS I §|P§ ^ § H?"J ^ A \W JJ)JK| ^w| ^|8|| JjgH gglfq §P^ tipOME, child, and see the moon,— I ^ She makes it bright as noon. Come, moon, so good and mild, Come to my little child. " Gladly would I come to thee "^ut * dwell too far away, you see : From my blue house I cannot go, But my golden light I can send below. If I cannot to the child come near, I send my light and love so dear. So now, my child, be good and wise: From time to time I climb the skies, And I will send thee from above ^ ^ H A mild and tender glance of love, r ^ p ; And each the other meeting, ^ ^ 3 Exchange a joyful greeting." j g § a Good-bye, my moon, good-bye ! ^ ^ With love shall love reply. I I H I llABl < iilHE • 1 The WHY Boy and the Moon. seem objects in a far-off sphere T o the child's inner sense to shine so near ? W h y longs he for them, wishing heartily T h a t he might now in close relation be ? A lesson 'tis, to help his mind unfold: D o not disturb the little fancy b o l d ; Let not the fond illusion pass away Until a true thought may its place supply, Until the true relation thou canst show, A n d through the outer he the inner tie may know. T h e n trouble not the child in his sweet dream, N o r dare to say, " things are not what they seem." H e feels the heavens are near, N o r has a thought of fear — Let him to heaven then still extend his arm, A n d in the happy dream be kept from harm. Song. " ^JWT0THER? e>3^ see the rnoon ! " the boy is callin g> Far outstretching longingly his hands; While in heaven the bright full-moon is mounting, Vainly would he reach it where he stands. " Oh ! a ladder we must have to reach it, Could we find one strong enough and tall." All in good faith now the child looks round him, Sees the ladder resting on the wall: Trustfully his little arms extending, " Bring the ladder ! " joyfully he cries, — All his childish fancy bent on climbing Where the moon is sailing through the skies. 8||Pqh " O h ! a ladder we must have to Brfe CHILD. J' «$B\ B I R D I E d e a r ! O birdie d e a r ! Something in the woods went crack ! H Now the hunter comes in s i g h t : j| T h e boar has quickly taken J | flight. J )W §^||g[ >^ V J| "C rJfcji-Vl! lildiit | ^~'.Hffl. jg|313[ , <) & §Ifo £p *$$& ^§§fe S^lli^ The Little Window, ill " E A R L Y the heart of the child with pleasure 111 fI | When the light from the window his senses PIS In light transparent all things live. That the child may pursue T h e clear a n d t h e true > Must every loving mother strive." i($)H, see the little window b r i g h t ! <&* It fills the room with cheerful I t shines all day, And makes thee gay. So pure, so bright! J | L I fi 4b ^$S^^ f*7r§0 &Mb& flSSKh THE WOLF. I The Charcoal-Bumer. ffi i H J « " How from a little much may grow J How difficulties are laid low! In the unassuming, good may live: By this thou canst a lesson give." IHM Wj(if/ imq fagM fiB v ^ R H E charcoal-burner's hut is small, lffl^ | 9 ^ 0 Will scarcely hold two men in a l l ; tj 'jfr*\} ^lKJ||iS % ^MAS ^S? v fe fcife^ Song;. wna s tn *n?) "^ * * * * s ? This is a gate, ^ ^ Leading to the barnyard straight. There the pony is springing, hop, h o p ! T h e doves are there winging, kurr, k u r r ! T h e geese are all chattering, T h e ducks are all quacking, T h e chickens are peeping, T h e hen loudly clucks, pip, pip ! hi, hi, hi T h e bees are all humming, sum, sum T h e mooly-cow lows, moo, m o o ! T h e calf is there playing, T h e little lamb straying. T h e r e bleateth the sheep, There grunteth the swine. T h e gate close fastened we must keep. Oh, why ? oh, why ? T h a t none may fly, — Each keep to his own quarter nigh. b I ,J /^N>^J! / X ^ fitf/mf^ //»/W \ The Garden Gate. \ { Song, "S^/HAT have we here ? \ (^IX A gate to the garden. The gardener dear Is the faithful warden. All days and all hours He cares for the flowers, The flowers of every hue, — The bright and the tender, The strong and the slender, Through him their freshness renew: The downy and perfume-breathing, The stately and vine-enwreathing, The buds in their cups enfolded, In pairs or singly moulded. Oh, well must the gate be closed at all hours, That none may disturb the darling flowers! ^n*. ^CSc-. ^fcfe _ ^ ,«^-A v J j * , J I l I JB8L-J&, The Little Gardener. i 1 jjp " W O U L D S T thou the mind of the child for the &^B cares of life unfold, vA is Let him observe the life-scenes here unrolled. &f^S Wouldst thou for cares of inward life prepare ^^a»»f§j^^gji ' Make sweet to him the life-cares that are near him." tfm\ IsElii^ Song'. llo^^ ^jjjvTOW the garden-beds are blooming, ^ " " ^ '>c3^ Water-pot in hand we're coming, All the thirsty plants to sprinkle. All the buds begin to twinkle, Scatter now their perfume rare. They open their petals one by one, ^•^"^fc T h e y roll out their cups to the glowing sun, Rewarding all our tender care. k THE BRIDGE. i h -i; gE geese are all iim ft i 9*=* m H: cock —Nr chattering, -12= all i quacking, The chickens are peeping, The -5 ^^BE3 £ loudly crows. N—X Pip -fv N-5? Pip, 1 sum, sum, sum, The V V is there playing, The M gate close fastened • V The F* t 1/ The muh, muh,. -g— h -*- -N--N- :t=rt «—%—»—1-p1/ grunteth the swine. The fi 3 s-^7- Oh why? ^ P>afcfci %—¥—* 1—£ fcjfaht we must keep, - a V- -N. r9—rv ^ B ^ -\—\- -0—m- - ki-ke-ri ki!. 9 V lit - tie lamb straying, There bleateth the sheep, There (M.M 100. * -#-*?* £ pip, mooly cow lowes, & -*=?= i—* •¥—¥- N*—-€—€ *-v--*—9- qfp* $ m ^ ki-ke-ri- k i ! mB *s -+-1£N* 'Pt#-*?TMH-JTCT 3=&-j6± pip, -r j± H calf ¥ are The ducks bees are all humming, sum, * £ £ t t; at - * - * ^ * II Oh why? That none may fly, Each keep to his own quarter nigh. No. 37 Is spoken. THE LITTLE GARDENER. No. 38. (M.M. / — 69.) the gar - den i i All the *0l plants to £=£ Wa now their S sprin - kle, out their cups to the in -N- m All the buds N N be gin ^ rare, They P • * — / o - pen their pet - als j=ft^di ^# —«=^4-*-a—@r - glowing sun, Re - ward - ing 122 all ^ ^ 31 ^ to # 7 twin - kle, J^—N :*=*: perfume vr ter - pot * = I 1 K Scat - ter roll blooming, N j^s i are =r=a K=& #t i thirs - ty t—& 3E "Beds our one M by one, They tI * -9- •±3t ten - der care. ' The Wheelwright. f " T H E child with joy and wonder understands I For what good work the man may use his hands." I* Song. I | I Ij \jPET us to the wheelwright go,— ^ ^ Watch to see what he will do. See now, see now, see ! Oh, what pains takes he, That the auger go straight through, That the hole be smooth and true! Now 'tis ready to his mind, To the axle may be joined. Round it goes now, ever round now! Round now, round now, yes, It goeth ever round now. Round now, round now, &c. || M m jp IS Ig IS [§ Ife 1 y I The Joiner. II II 1 11 " T H A T each works on in his own way Cannot escape the child's quick, eye. Nought is so easy to attain, But he may therefrom a lesson gain." 1 I JL [f H i /I I \ J I I Song. ^ I S H ! zish! zish! "^ The joiner planes to his wish, Makes the table smooth and good, Leaves no hole within the wood. Zish! zish ! zish! The joiner planes to his wish, Long, long, long, Planing the bench so strong! Planes until all white it grows; Planes till not a splinter shows: Long, long, long, Planing the bench so strong! k I 1 \ J I ill /] \^ i I | J Si | I| I S O N G OF THE PERFUME. WHEELWRIGHT. i To the s i^3 = £ 9—+— ax - le may be joined; &=at 3^8=1 Round it goes £2=*: ifrg-jfr *=E* now, Ev - er round now, Round Iggy^jfe * now, round now, round It now, Yes! THE No. 41. eth go # * n#- eFrrrT^. *ev round. JOINER. {M.M. J = 1 0 8 . ) I ft* » g—n—? =k=5 & Zisch! sfepcr 5ff £ i the join - er 33= * Makes tr The zisch! zisch! We ta gFf-f-f-^ t± i=S *±fc smooth and ^F=£ * *—p_ planes - * _^^_ cool, Leaves no • to P ( his wish! i — Q^3 -*—i hole with - in the wood. ** Zisch! zisch! -U- , _ ? Join - er planes zisch! N .,-, ^ to =2= * - - + his wish, Long, S \ the bench so 3E & Planes till not a splinter strong. •g—*7=F shows, Planes un - til.. all it grows, white A-^^y^ 3t=at=Jt S = Long, long, 128 long, *: » Planing long, -0—4- long, —t Planing the bench J—L—H so strong. £•- i «^»2& ^ 1 |The Knights and Good Child.! I " T H E R E lurks within the child a hidden feeling, I That he lives not in this life alone. I He fancies forms and voices round him stealing jj That are strange and foreign to his own. | A new degree of life he has begun, The genuine call of life his ear has won. I I Have care, then, for the little child so bright Let him not follow a delusive light, And not entirely in the outward live, But let the inner life its impulse give." Song. ] j j f ? I V E knights I see riding at rapid pace ; | "J)* Within the court their steps I trace. " W h a t would ye now, fair knights, with me ? y\ " W e wish thy precious child to s e e : J They say he is like the dove so good, 1 And like the lamb, of merry mood. J Then wilt thou kindly let us meet him, j That tenderly our hearts may greet him ? " I " Now the precious child behold,— I Well he merits love untold." J " Child, we give thee greetings rare, J This will sweeten mother's care. A Worth much love the good child is, j Peace and joy are ever his. j Now will we no longer tarry, — j Joy unto our homes we'll carry." T H E K N I G H T S A N D T H E GOOD C H I L D . ~~1 / ' cl C" ) ^ -r~r Knights and Ill-humored Child. T H A T all unto the good are drawn, r^__v That the good know when aught is wrong, The child must early learn to know, That he may not the joy of life forego. Song. \jft?IVE knights I see riding at rapid pace,— ^ Within the court-yard their steps I trace. " What would ye now, fair knights, with me ?" " We wish thy precious child to see." " Ah, friendly knights, I grieve to say I cannot bring him to you to-day; He cries, is so morose and cross, That all too small we find the house." " Oh, such tidings give us pain, — No longer we sing a joyful strain; We'll ride away, we'll ride afar, Where all the good little children are." 133 Ht j^a^T - T T ^ / ^ r^M THE KNIGHTS AND THE ILL-HUMORED CHILD. Child, hide Theef " THE child must soon learn The good to discern; While the good shalt thou treasure And heighten his pleasure." Song. W I V E knights in full trot are coming hither: & They want my child, they would take him thither. Hide thee, child! oh, hide thee now! Where thou art must they never know. Please, fair knights, I pray you, Trot off and don't delay you. Is it not now very clear, That my darling is not here? Hop, hop, hop ! hop, hop, hop! Away now they go, galop, hop! Now peep out and say good-bye ! Swiftly trot the fine knights away. HIDE THEE, CHILD! Hiding of the Child W H A T makes my child so glad and gay While now at "hide-and-seek" we play? 'Tis the sense of personality That stirs his heart so merrily; The conscious feeling, " It is I ! When one is heard his name to cry. A new degree in life is gained When "hide-and-seek" we have attained. A confidence, a tender trust Has dawned within the child's young breast. In after years these shall abide, And courage give when dangers hide. Song. ^jPHILD of my heart, oh say, Where have you hidden away? I miss my darling from my side: Where is he now ? Where can he hide ? I look in vain at every turn,— Oh, he is gone! gone, gone, gone! I 141 Where my child is, who can tell me? He with joyous thanks shall fill me. Oh, he is here, this child so dear! Close to my heart I feel him near. So thus in life we often find To what is nearest we are blind. HIDE. m^-^ Coo-coo! -~-v2*^ x. ^ y \ $L £^> r Tx \ ra r~t f*i cp y<£a» ^ ,_ "S^ 0 ^ ^ Here the pigeon-house so h i g h , . . . yv#t I In and out the pigeons fly. 37 1 Here the showy rooster c r o w s , . . . . -%& Here the little rabbit goes gjg Nov/ we see the hare that shows.. % Such a little stumpy nose ^ This the saw both sharp and long, ; ] This is the moon that shines by night, And makes the laborer's task more light, © And by her form is told If she be young or old @ ) ® 2) And here we come to the last, and draw The good familiar little church door... I I Here we have the harrow strong;. . ^ Thus we make the busy plough *^. The servant's pitcher now we show. &L The wagon that shall carry -mm A party blithe and merry. The wagon-wheel we have, @ Yet With felloes, spokes and nave. But Here the sun is beaming With dazzling rays outstreaming; And this is our beloved star That sends its splendor from afar. This is the eye so bright, Here shine the stars by night: And in the starry snow These flower-forms we know here we need not e n d ; long will it take To mention everything my child can make. The things themselves in time must disappear, ever ... * %. ^ *£** *** #*