Front Cover
 Title Page
 Buttercup's song
 Buttercup's visit to Little...
 Fast Miss Crocus
 Under an umbrella
 The baby on the beach
 Free 'ittle toad-stools
 Just out
 Little thistle-down
 Tiny tittens
 Elf in the rain
 Alp child
 Babes in the wood
 Back Cover

Title: Buttercup's visit to Little Stay-at-home
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00049064/00001
 Material Information
Title: Buttercup's visit to Little Stay-at-home
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Whitelock, Louise Clarkson, 1865-1928
Whitelock, Louise Clarkson, 1865-1928 ( Illustrator )
E.P. Dutton (Firm) ( Publisher )
New York Lithographing and Engraving Co ( Printer )
Publisher: E.P. Dutton & Company
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: New York Lithographing and Engraving Co.
Publication Date: 1881, c1880
Edition: New ed., rev. and enl.
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1881   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1881
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by L. Clarkson ; illustrated by the author.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00049064
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223131
notis - ALG3379
oclc - 02088030

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Buttercup's song
        Page 4
    Buttercup's visit to Little Stay-at-Home
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Fast Miss Crocus
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Under an umbrella
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    The baby on the beach
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Free 'ittle toad-stools
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Just out
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Little thistle-down
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Tiny tittens
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Elf in the rain
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Alp child
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Babes in the wood
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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I'm called Little Buttercup-dear Little Buttercup,

'Spose everybody knows why,

It seems such a pity my friends in the city

Should call Little Buttercup shy.

So I've come up to show you I'm happy to know you;

I've dressed in my gay yellow gown,

And best satin bonnet, with dew-drops upon it,

Just fit for a visit to town.

I run the hills over, with daisies and clover;

I'm friend of the birds and the bees;

I've aunts and I've cousins, and beaux by the dozens;

I've plenty of fun if you please.

But call me your Buttercup,-dear Little Buttercup,

Roses and lilies and all:

And don't laugh at Buttercup,-poor Little Buttercup,

Come up to pay you a call,


Buttercup :-" Little Lily-of-the-Valley,
Living up your dark green alley.
I've come to town this pleasant day
Just to ask you out to play.
Half the flowers do not know
Their city cousins. If you'll go

Out this morning, you will see
Daisy, dancing merrily;
Blue-bell, who will nod to meet you;
Clover, who will smile to greet you;
Little Lily will you come?-
" Thank you, 1 must stay at home."

Pretty Lily-of-the-Valley,
I will take you riding, shall I ?
Home is very nice and green,
But you never can be seen.
Meadow-lark is nearly dying
For a chance to take you flying.
I have ridden on his wings:-
Fast he flies and loud he sings.
If you'll come and fly with me
"All the bonny birds can see
You have hair like gold, and eyes
Bright and blue as summer skies.
Little Lily, do not fear-
" Thank you, I am happier here."

Little Lily-of-the-Valley,
All the flowers will have a ballet
"In the moon-light after 'while:

You are dressed in charming style;
Your short satin gown of white
Would be just the thing to-night.
Every one will have a chance
To see so sweet a flower dance.
Why, our gayest butterfly
Will do naught but sit and sigh,
Because you're such a stay-at-home.
Do for once be coaxed to come:
I've a moon-beam for your head-
" Thank you, but I'll be in bed."

Stupid Lily-of-the-Valley !
I've no time to dilly-dally,
Telling you that you're too fair,
With your fleecy golden hair,
With your eyes of blue to hide
In this corner.-P'raps it's pride.
P'raps you think a City Lily
Has a right to be so silly!
Please to hand my yellow bonnet;
I shall say "good-day" and don it.
Once more-will you leave your nest?
" Thank you, I like home the best."

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Time folks was getting' up
They're so slow!
I've been awake here
Hours ago!
Reckon I'll peep out;-
Who's afraid?
That dark ain't nothing'
Only shade!
r21Tim ok asgt'u

Been here long enough
In my bed;
Guess I'll push blanket
Off my head.

My stars! what a world!
Ain't it white?
Flowers tucked in their
Blankets tight.

I smell something ;
My! that's good!
Must be Arbutus
Up in the wood.

If there ain't Snow-drop!
Seems to me
She'd better stay where
She oughter be.

Wonder what brought her
Out so soon!
S'pose she thought 'twas
h.n '

She'll get her nose nipped;

-Serve her right,-

Small children like her

Should keep out o' sight.

Wind needn't blow so!

Makes such a din.

Good gracious!-guess I'd

Better go in.

Where's my blanket gone?

Cold hurts so;

Poor little Crocus is

Freezin' up-oh!

B'lieve-I'm an orphan,-now;

Goin' to-die !

An' be-an Angel,

Up-in-the sky!


Guess I's big Folks,
'Tause I's got
Umbrella to myself,
When sun's hot.

Once,--it rained hard

In zis wood,-

I did somesin'

Awful good.

Zere was Butter-kup

Dressed in yeller-

I jes' lent her

Half my 'breller.

Drops tame down hard!

You jes' bet

'F I hadn't been zere

She'd dot wet.

Wind blew like-fun!

Had to hold tight.

Wasn't Miss Butter-kup

In a fright!

I was bigger'n
She ever grew,
I made her tiss me-
Wouldn't you?

Once Boy bit me;
Got a pain.
You bet he won't
Bite me again!

'F he turns near me
I'll most kill 'im:-
Give him a dose of

Folks tease me, an' say
I grow'd zis spring.
Of tourse!-So did
Everysing I

Zere wasn't any world
'Fore I tame;
Why-I'm May-Apple!
Zat's my name.


Dess I's ze Baby
'At lives in zis shell;
Doin' to det outy here,
Ef 'ou don't tell.

Fink I's a fish, tause
I live in ze water?
Ef 'ou don't know better
Dess 'ou 'bout oughter.

I's a real littlee Baby,

An' sweet as a peach;

No Baby prettier

Lives on zis Beach.

What's 'at ?-Did I turn in,

Jes' now, wif ze Tide?

Dess I don't know very

Much 'bout 'at ride.

Mus' been as'eep when

I sailed from ze sky;

When I wote up, I was

High and dry.

Dess I's most tired

A-restin' all day;

Dood-by !-to-morrow

I's doin' away.


Free littlee Toad-stools;
Don't you see ?
Jes' as tunnin' as
We tan be.

Where did we tum from?
We don't know.
Guess from the same place
Flowers grow!

What are we dood for?

-Jes' to teep

Rain from the mosses

When they sleep.

What else dood for?

Lem'me see!

-Fool Boys, sometimes,

'Tween you an' me.

How old are we ?

Don't know, twite;

Reckon we tame in

A shower, last night.

Where are we doin' to ?

-0 my Soul!

Wif all the powers, in

A Gate Big Hole!

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Fink my mamma
Must be sick!
Turn me out!-her
Baby Chick!

Why!-I's only
One hour old;
Want to Go Home-
'Cause-it's Cold!

World's so big !-don't
Want to stay.
Time for dinner
I should say.

Not had nuffin'
Since I's born!
-Wonder if zat sing
Might be Corn.

'Fraid it's most too
Big for me;
Fink my mamma
Might come see.

Eat zat shell,
'F she don't come!
Zen she won't have
No more home!

'F she don't hurry
I'll run off quick!--
Won't have any
Little chick.

She'll be sorry,
When I'm gone,
'At she left me
All alone!


Over the fields

And far away!
I am so happy
I cannot stay;
I come from the edge
Of a far off town;
I think that my name
Is "Thistle-down;"
But I have wings,
And I fly,-I fly,
Sometimes low,
And sometimes high.
I kiss my hand
To the flying wind;

He chases me,
And I leave him behind.

I think-I think
I am a fairy born;
For the first sweet day
I sat by a thorn,--
A thistle, or thorn-
And a breeze came by
And said I was pretty,
And asked me to fly
Over the fields
And far away!
Over the fields
We flew in play,
And never more
Did I find my home,
And never more
Did I cease to roam.

I cannot rest,
I cannot tire;
I rise with the zephyr
Higher and higher;

I swing on the cob-web,
I ride on the mote
That shines in the sun;
I dip and float

On the fairy foam
Of the running stream;
I dance in the sun-set's

Rosy gleam;
I have found the place
Where the rainbow stops;
I have gone to sea
On the white wave-tops;
They call me, "Dear
Little Fly-away."
I pass this lovely world
On my way
To Fairy-land;
But I-think that I
Bear a living message
As I fly.

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I am fairy born,
With fairy wings;
But something within me
Lives and sings:
I cannot tell,
But it seems to me
The deathless soul
Of a life to be.
Something within me
Wakes and sings;
Something within me
Breathes and brings
A Thought from-Somewhere,
And 'ere I go
I will leave the Thought
In your world below.
What is the message
I waft through the air?
I think-I dream
That a Seed I bear;

A Seed that shall live
And blossom, and.
Bear fruit when I am
In Fairy-land.
So, over the fields
And far away!
Over the fields
In tireless play,
I fly, and am thankful
As I fly,
For I know I shall bless you,
Going by.
I know "Little Thistle-down"
Has some worth,
And will leave a Seed
In the sweet, green earth.


Tiny round tittens,-
One-two -free;
We all belong to
One family.

Free tiny tittens,
Full of fun;
-Nuffin to worry us
Under 'e sun?

Not quite nuffin,
If you please;
We've our troubles,
Call 'em Fleas.

See our basket?-
Ain't it snug ?
Warm in there as
A bug in a rug.

See our Mammy?
Ain't she nice?
When she's awake
She catches mice.

When she's asleep
We some times catch
Her very own tail;
And don't she scratch?

When we're good,
She gives us dinner;
When we're bad,
Ain't no fun in her.



Only a drop of
April Rain;-
I want to go back
To the Sun again.

Only a Rain-Child
Dropping down
Out of the storm-cloud
Into the town.

I would rise,
When the day is done,
Up the slant beam
Back to the Sun.

But I am falling,
Far away from
The woods and the sea;

Far away from
The singing stream;
Far away from
The sun-set's beam;

Into the gloom
Of the dusty town.
Pity me, pity me,
Falling down,-

Into the dust of
The common street;
Pity me, pity me
Under your feet.

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Wild Rose:-" Pretty little Edelweiss;
Is it nice
Up there in the snow and ice,

Edelweiss:-"Come an' see me where I grow
In the snow;
But you must be sure an' know
How to go.

You will have to climb as high
As th, -ky;
But you'll find me, by-an'-by,
If you try.

'Cause I live as far-as far 's
Angels are.
Only little fairy-stars
Are more far.

I can see them every night,
Dressed in white;
On their foreheads is a light
Soft and bright.

I like best to have it clear
'Way up here,-
Would you be afraid to hear
Thunder near?

Would you want to hide your eyes,
When the sky
Opens, and the Lightning flies?
Would you cry ?

One night, in a storm, I prayed
In my bed,
And some Angel snow-flakes stayed
Round my head."

Wild Rose:-" Edelweiss, why do you stay
Far away
In the snow-fields ?-Come and play
Some bright day;

For our world is fair and warm,
And no storm
Comes to trouble us with harm
Or alarm;

All our grass is green and bright
In the light;
We are rosy with delight;-
You are white;

White and pure and cold as snow,
Come down to the warmth and glow,

Edelweiss:-" Little Rose, I cannot come;
I'll tell you why:
In your sunny valley-homne
I should die.

I could never, never grow
Down below.
Grass is very sweet; but, oh!-
I love snow!

You live in a Summer land,
While I stand
Wrapped in Winter, always; and
In God's hand

Lie all things,-the earth, the sea,
Every tree,
Every bird, and flower, and bee,--
You and me."


Wild Rose:--"But you must be very lonely,
With the Stars and Snow-flakes only,
And the ice."

.Edelweiss:-" Little Rose, I'm not alone;
Every stone
Speaks to me; the Echo's tone
Is my own.

Don't you love your home best, too?
'Course you do.
And God cares for both us two,-
Me and you.

When your 'Now-I-lay-me' 's said,
He who made
Your soul green, will raise your head,
A grass-blade.

When I've said my last 'good-night,'
He will make
One more Snow-flake, pure and white,
When I wake."



Two 'lone Babies
In a tree;
Mother's gone-
Hoo-oo! Hoo-ee!
~Yti'C ~LI:


Father 's dead-
Left us two
Orphans here!
Hoo-ee! hoo-oo!

Uncle never
Came to see
How we are!
Hoo-oo! hoo-ee I

Robbers comin';
Got guns too!
Kill us soon
Hoo-ee! hoo-oo

Sun's a-shinin';
We can't see;
Blind as bats-
Hoo-oo! hoo-ee !

We want night,
So we do!
Cry for it-
Hoo-ee hoo-oo!


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