to have delighted so much. And as we picture him to ourselves, in the enjoyment of the friendship and goodwill of all that was best and noblest in Italy, pulling up the plants in his garden to see if they were growing, with his head so full of verses and bricks and mortar that he forgot what he was eating, we only wish that the days in the little house so fitted for him had been more in number. A Nursery Romance. NOT a duet, This, but a trio ! Mamma and Pet, Pet and her Dollie ! Such a terzet, Sung with such brio, Makes one forget Fashion and folly. Dollie's unwell! Dollie is naughty! Ordered to spell, Breaks into laughter! Likes to rebel! Sulks and is haughty! Which is it, Nell? What is she after? Never mind what! Everything's over Now, is it not? Scolded or shriven, Poor little Dot, Wicked wee rover, Nell has forgot All, and forgiven ! General delight! Dollie all right. Has she repented? Rosy and bright, Nellie's contented. Take her away, Tell her a story, Teach her to play !— After a wooing, Nell, I should say, Will in her glory Do as to-day Mamma is doing! |