ONE OF OUR PETS.

DARLING little Rosie,

Romping in the lane;

Gathering a posy,

As pretty as her name,

To please papa when he comes home at evening.

And would rather do and die than aught should hurt her.

Find friends as kind and true as puss and Tinker.

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD.

A KING and a queen had a beautiful daughter,

A sweet little babe I am sure you'd have thought her;
And they to her christ'ning the fairies invited,

By notes on pink paper, with gold pens indited.
The major domo to the king came and said,
"Seven fairies there are," and he bowed his fat head.
"Ask all," said the king, "and let none be left out."
So a herald was sent off at once, I've no doubt.

A feast was prepared, seven fairies were there,
And each a good gift to the infant declare;
Beauty, and wit, and good temper they give,
Riches and health where'er she may live.

But lo! there is thunder, and down from the skies

A big fiery dragon with lightning-flash flies;

A fairy dismounts, who, howe'er they dissemble,

Makes the whole court, the king, and fair queen to tremble.

"A meeting of fairies, and I uninvited;

Not tamely will I thus submit to be slighted!
Is this your politeness-your courtesy ?-fie !
From the prick of a needle your baby shall die!"
"Not die," said a fairy, "although she is harmed;
She only shall sleep, for a hundred years, charmed."
Away went the fairies, some flying, some leaping,
And left the whole court in a passion of weeping.

"Our daughter shall learn music, drawing, and French;
On Latin, and Greek, and high Dutch she shall trench;
She shall dance like a gadfly, and walk like a beadle;
But never, oh never shall she touch a needle !"
Accomplished, sweet, lovely, the young princess grew,
When she met a girl stitching the wood going through,
She borrowed her needle, but held it so badly—

You see, she'd not learnt that she scratched herself sadly.