But let an O-had-I once take your eye, And a longing to catch him once seize you, He'll keep you all day running up and down hill, Then every wise man who attends to my song, LANGEEIN. BABY-BIRDS. LAST year a linnet's brood I bought, To save them from their captors' hands, Upon the lawn I placed my charge, Day after day, and hour by hour, They lived, and feathers grew apace Till one bright morn they disappeared— MAMMA'S DARLING. WON'T you come and sit on the floor, And when we have built a station, We will make a train with sticks; You put them in an even line, Do come and see my rocking-horse, It cannot trot, and does not jump, Why can't you let me be ! You know I'm mamma's own darling You mustn't be cross to me. I cannot bear my slate and sums, Mamma she gives me cakes and sweets, And when 'tis wet, such funny tales She tells me all about. Will she be glad if I can spell? Not yet, but by-and-by. I'm going to learn my lessons, And say my one, two, three, Because I am mamma's own darling, And she is so kind to me. REA. THE MONTHS. JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow; February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again; March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil; April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet; May brings flocks of pretty lambs, June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies; August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne ; |