thinks I'm a lily of the valley, which isn't open yet. Just wait until I blossom and you will see some fun. And then Towser opened his mouth very slowly, so as not to frighten the bee, and the bee went inside Towser's mouth. Then Towser shut his dreamy eyes, and his mouth, too, and began to make a peaceful smile when the bee stung him, and you never saw a lily of the valley ar so in all your life!

A GIRL'S DREAM.

LILLIPUT LEVEE.

[Speak with animation.]

Seven little singing birds up in the tree;
Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea;
Seven gold butterflies sailing overhead;
Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;

Seven white lilies with honey bees inside them;
Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;

Seven nice fathers to call little girls "joys;"

Seven nice mothers to kiss the little boys;

Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain.

With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all agains

First little girl:

THE HAPPY CHILD.

A Recitation for two Little Girls.

JULIA M. THAYER.

[Speak naturally.]

When the morning's rosy beams
Chase the shades of night away,
Then I wake from quiet dreams-
Say "Good morning" to the day.
Birds that warble in the sky,

Bees that suck the honeyed flowers,
Are not happier than I,

Thro' the long and pleasant hours.

[This piece may be given by a little girl, the whole class joining in the

refrain.]

There was a wee chicken, just out of the shell-
Chickery, chickery, chick

Along with her mother this chicken did dwell→
Chickery, chickery, chick!

That good lady told her, by night or by day,

That far from her home she must never more stray:
The daughter then promised that she would obey-
Chickery, chickery, chick!

2

One morn, when the mother was out of her sight-
Chickery chickery, chick!

This daughter went out with the greatest delight-
Chickery, chickery, chick!

She wandered along till she came to a brook,
Quite proud at her face in the water to look:
But there sat a frog in a green, mossy nook-
Chickery, chickery, chick!

"Oh, you're such a beauty!" the froggie then said-
Chickery, chickery, chick!

This flattered her so that it quite turned her head-
Chickery, chickery, chick!

"You're queen of the birds, and should wear a gold crown, Said sly little froggie, "pray, on me don't frown!"

She dropped in the brook, and sank down, derry downChickery, chickery, chick!

WHAT?

KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD.

[Deliver in a questioning manner.]

What was it that Charlie saw to-day,
Down in the pool where the cattle lie?
A shoal of the spotted trout at play
Or a sheeny dragon fly?

The fly and the fish were there, indeed;
But as for the puzzle-guess again!
It was neither a shell, nor flower, nor reed,
Nor the nest of a last year's wren.

Some willows droop to the brooklet's bed:
Who knows but a bee had fallen down?
Or a spider, swung from his broken thread,
Was learning the way to drown?

You have not read me the riddle yet,

Not even the wing of a wounded bee,
Nor the web of a spider, torn and wet,
Did Charlie this morning see.

Now answer, you who have grown so wise-
What could the wonderful sight have been?
Why, the dimpled face and great blue eyes
Of the rogue who was looking in!

LADY MOON.

LORD HOUGHTON.

[Deliver in a questioning manner the first and third lines of 1st, 2d and
4th verses, and in an answering manner the second and
fourth lines of 1st, 2d and 4th verses.]

"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving f"
"Over the sea."

"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving *`
66 All that love me."

"Are you not tired with rolling, and neve”
Resting to sleep?

Why look so pale and so sad, as forever
Wishing to weep?"

"Ask me not this, little child, if you love me;
You are too bold;

I must obey my dear father above me.
And do as I'm told."

"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ?".
"Over the sea."

"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving ?”
"All that love me."

[To be recited in a thoughtful, though animated manner.]

Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose,
A bright yellow primrose, blowing in the spring!
The stooping boughs above me,

The wandering bee to love me,

The fern and moss to creep across,

And the elm tree for our king!