XXII. MY LADY WIND. Y lady Wind, my lady Wind, Went round about the house.to find A chink to get her foot in; She tried the key hole in the door, And there one night when it was dark, That all the house was pothered; And down-town folks were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, The same will come, you'll find; XXIII. MADAME TARTINE. HE mighty Lady Bread-and-Butter, The walls of pudding crust were fashioned, Sponge cake was her mattress, Great Master Muffin did she marry, Whose cloak was made of toasted cheese; Looked very funny, And slippers of honey. The fair Angelica, their daughter Ah me! what sweets the maid compose! In truth she was the choicest comfit; Of toffy is her lovely nose. I see her arraying Her gown with such taste! Young Lemonade, that stately sovereign, Large pendent wreaths of roasted pippins, Of cakes he was decked, Commanded respect. A guard of cucumbers and capers Their muskets all were charged with pepper, The royal couple proudly sat; Bonbons were flowing from their pockets, From morn till eve and after that. But wicked fairy Carabossa Inspired no doubt by jealous spite, Just lifted up her ugly hump, and Upset this palace of delight. MORAL by the children. Some sugar pray give us, Dear father and mother, And we'll do our utmost To build up another. Household Words. H XXIV. CHILD'S HYMN. EAR my prayer, O! Heavenly Father, Bid thy angels, pure and holy, My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one; Down before Thy cross I cast them, Trusting in Thy help alone. Keep me through this night of peril, Give me strength for days to come; XXV. Household Words. I THE CHILD'S DESIRE. THINK when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, "Let the little ones come unto me." But still, to his footstool in prayer I may go, And if I thus carnestly seek him below, In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare XXVI. GOOD-NIGHT. OOD-NIGHT!" said the plough to the weary old horse; And Dobbin responded, "Good-night!" Then with Tom on his back, to the farm house he turned, With a feeling of quiet delight. "Good-night!" said the ox, with a comical bow, As he turned from the heavy old cart; Which laughed till it shook a round wheel from its side, Then creaked out, "Good-night, from my heart!" "Good-night!" said the hen, when her supper was done, To Fanny, who stood in the door; "Good-night!" answered Fanny, "come back in the morn, And you and your chicks shall have more." |