Spring bloomed again and the daisies smiled MY EARLIEST RECOLLECTION. ANON. [Recite very archly.] I recollect a nurse called Ann, Came up and kissed the pretty lass— When I can talk I'll tell mamma," PUSS AND HER THREE KITTENS. TOM HOOD. [Give in an animated style and tone of voice.] Our old cat has kittens three What do you think their names should be? One is a tabby, with emerald eyes, I think we shall call her this- One is black, with a frill of white, And her feet are all white fur, too; If you stroke her she carries her tail upright, I think we shall call her this I think we shall call her that; Now, don't you fancy "Sootikin " One is a tortoise shell, yellow and black, If you tease him, at once he sets up his back; I think we shall call him that; Our old cat has kittens three, And I fancy these their names will be: "Pepperpot," "; "Sootikin,' ," "Scratchaway "—there! Were there ever kittens with these to compare ? And we call the old mother-now, what do you think? Tabitha Longclaws Tidleywink. NO BABY IN THE HOUSE. ANON. [Naturally and regretfully.] No baby in the house, I know- No finger marks are on the panes, No scratches on the chairs; No wooden men set up in rows Or marshalled off in pairs. No little stockings to be darned, No grimy fingers to be washed, No stories to be told. No tender kisses to be given, No nicknames—“Love” and “ Mouse;" No merry frolics after tea No baby in the house! THE LITTLE ANGEL. ANON. [To be spoken by a little girl, simply and tenderly.] Right into our house one day A dear little angel came; I ran to him and softly said, "Dear angel what is your name?" He said not a word in answer, But smiled a beautiful smile; Then I said, "may I go home with you? But mamma said, "dear little angel Sweet angel, oh, don't go away!" So he stayed, and he stayed, and we loved him Do you want to know what his name is? He made the grass so green; He made the flowers that look so sweet, God made the sun that shines so bright, It comes to give us heat and light- God made the pretty bird to fly; God made the cow to give nice milk, I'll treat them kindly, for His sake, God made the water for my drink; He made the tree to bear nice fruit; LITTLE STAR. ANON. [This piece may be spoken by a very little girl.] Good night, little star! I will go to my bed, And leave you to burn While I lay down my head. On my pillow I'll sleep HAPPY-GO-LUCKY. GEORGE COOPER. [To be given by a little boy in a lively manner.] Happy-go-lucky has cheeks rosy red, Ten times a day he will stand on his head. Up in the morning as soon as the sun. Happy-go-lucky once climbed up a tree, Just to look round and see what he could see; Maybe the fairies, with some potent charm, Because he's so cheerful, have kept him from harm. Mother so wishes that he would be still, Happy-go-lucky runs out in the streets, |