The north wind doth blow, and we shall have

snow;

And what will the Dormouse do then, poor

thing?

Rolled up like a ball, in his nest snug and small, He'll sleep till warm weather comes back, poor

thing!

The north wind doth blow, and we shall have

snow;

And what will the Children do then, poor

things?

When lessons are done, they'll jump, skip, and

run,

And play till they make themselves warm, poor

things!

GAMMER GURTON.

* 8 *

STOP, STOP, PRETTY WATER.

"STOP, stop, pretty water!"
Said Mary, one day,

To a frolicsome brook
That was running away.

"You run on so fast!
I wish you would stay:

My boat and my flowers

You will carry away.

1 dormouse, an animal in England somewhat like the common mouse,

but larger. It remains torpid during winter.

"But I will run after, -
Mother says that I may,
For I would know where
You are running away."

So Mary ran on;
But I have heard say,

That she never could find

Where the brook ran away.

*

MRS. FOLLEN.

SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP!

SLEEP, baby, sleep!

Thy father watches the sheep;

Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee.

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!

The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Our Saviour loves his sheep;

He is the Lamb of God on high,

Who for our sakes came down to die.

Sleep, baby, sleep!

FROM THE GERMAN.

* 10 *

LULLABY.

SWEET and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon;

Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the west,

Under the silver moon:

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

* 11 *

BABY LAPP'S RIDE.

"Now give us a wrap,"

Says the father Lapp,1

"And I'll take baby a ride to-day:

1 Lapp, one who lives in Lapland, a cold country across the ocean, and

far up north.

Till all you can see is baby's nose;
And safe from harm,

On father's arm,

How loud and merrily baby crows!

For they're all the same,

Whatever their name,

Or whether at North or South they grow;

They love to ride

By father's side

Whenever the ground is white with snow.

* 12 *

LITTLE RAIN-DROPS.

WHERE do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
Down the window-pane?

They won't let me walk,

And they won't let me play,

And they won't let me go

Out of doors at all to-day.

They put away my playthings,

Because I broke them all;

And then they locked up all my blocks,
And took away my ball.

Tell me, little rain-drops,
Is that the way you play,-
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
All the rainy day?

They say I'm very naughty;
Now I've nothing else to do
But sit here at the window;

I should like to play with you.

The little rain-drops cannot speak;
But "pitter-patter pat,"

Means, "We can play on this side,
Why can't you play on that?"

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

* 13 *

THE LITTLE BOY AND THE STARS.

You little twinkling stars that shine

Above my head so high,

If I had but å pair of wings,

I'd join you in the sky.

If I were with you, little stars,
How merrily we'd roll

Across the skies, and through the clouds,
And round about the pole!1

1 pole, a point in the heavens near the north star.