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One is black, with a frill of white,
I think we shall call her this-
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 this
I think we shall call him that; Now, don't you fancy "Scratchaway" A nice name for a cat?
Our old cat has kittens three,
And I fancy these their names will be:
And we call the old mother-now, what do you think?
NO BABY IN THE HOUSE.
[Naturally and regretfully.]
No baby in the house, I know-
No little stockings to be darned,
No grimy fingers to be washed,
No tender kisses to be given,
No nicknames-"Love" and "Mouse;"
No merry frolics after tea-
THE LITTLE ANGEL.
[To be spoken by a little girl, simply and tenderly.]
Right into our house one day
I ran to him and softly said,
"Dear angel what is your name ?"
He said not a word in answer,
But mamma said, "dear little angel
So he stayed, and he stayed, and we loved him As we could not have loved another;
Do you want to know what his name is?
THE WORKS OF GOD.
[Deliver in a low but distinct tone of voice.]
God made the sky that looks so blue;
He made the grass so green;
He made the flowers that look so sweet, In pretty colors seen.
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;
[This piece may be spoken by a very little girl.]
Good night, little star!
I will go to my bed,
On my pillow I'll sleep
[To be given by a little boy in a lively manner.]
Happy-go-lucky has cheeks rosy red,
Up in the morning as soon as the sun.
Sliding on banisters all the way down;
Happy-go-lucky once climbed up a tree,
Maybe the fairies, with some potent charm,
Mother so wishes that he would be still,
Happy-go-lucky runs out in the streets,
The snail he lives in his hard round house,
The snail in his little house doth dwell
THE CHILD'S WORLD.
[To be recited in a vigorous yet tender way, by a little girl or boy.]
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world,
With the wonderful water around you curled,
The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;
You friendly Earth! how far do you go
With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow?
With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,
Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
And yet, when I said my prayers to-day,
"You are more than the Earth, tho' you are such a dot
You can Love and Think, and the Earth can not!"