Front Cover
 Title Page
 The minstrel
 A wheelbarrow ride
 The corn shellers
 Feeding the chickens
 The sailor boy
 A frosty morning
 The driver
 Becky Longnose
 By the sea
 Baby's first steps
 An odd bonnet
 The running boys
 The dollie's holiday
 Baby's ride
 Training day
 A slippery day
 The kite
 The whistling boys
 Baby's tumble
 The snow-ball fight
 The merry masks
 The garden fence
 Out for a walk
 In the morning
 Cows in the corn
 Going to the circus
 The kittens
 The cut finger
 The proud little lady
 Upon the sands
 Playing graces
 The pet canary
 Going to school
 The twins
 Grandma's train
 The chatterboxes
 The skipping rope
 The swallow
 Blind-man's buff
 Blowing bubbles
 Hat and feather
 Back Cover

Title: Over the hills
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00053005/00001
 Material Information
Title: Over the hills a collection of juvenile pictures in color
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Waugh, Ida, d. 1919
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bro's.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1882
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Ida Waugh ; with descriptive verses.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00053005
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 - 002224422
notis - ALG4686
oclc - 03978468

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    The minstrel
        Page 3
    A wheelbarrow ride
        Page 4
        Page 5
    The corn shellers
        Page 6
    Feeding the chickens
        Page 7
    The sailor boy
        Page 8
    A frosty morning
        Page 9
    The driver
        Page 10
    Becky Longnose
        Page 11
        Page 12
    By the sea
        Page 13
    Baby's first steps
        Page 14
    An odd bonnet
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The running boys
        Page 17
    The dollie's holiday
        Page 18
    Baby's ride
        Page 19
    Training day
        Page 20
    A slippery day
        Page 21
    The kite
        Page 22
    The whistling boys
        Page 23
    Baby's tumble
        Page 24
    The snow-ball fight
        Page 25
    The merry masks
        Page 26
    The garden fence
        Page 27
    Out for a walk
        Page 28
    In the morning
        Page 29
    Cows in the corn
        Page 30
    Going to the circus
        Page 31
        Page 32
    The kittens
        Page 33
    The cut finger
        Page 34
    The proud little lady
        Page 35
    Upon the sands
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Playing graces
        Page 38
    The pet canary
        Page 39
    Going to school
        Page 40
    The twins
        Page 41
    Grandma's train
        Page 42
    The chatterboxes
        Page 43
    The skipping rope
        Page 44
    The swallow
        Page 45
    Blind-man's buff
        Page 46
    Blowing bubbles
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
    Hat and feather
        Page 50
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
Full Text
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As in the fields, I walked one day, I listened with a mute surprise,
I heard a little minstrel play. But never once he raised his eyes;
His feet were bare, his air was free, It seemed as if the sweet control
His back, he leaned against a tree, Of music filled his simple soul.
And, on a flute he softly played, And so I left him, playing still
" The King who loved a beggar maid." Beneath the tree, behind the hill.


A LITTLE brown barrow, While fresh as a daisy,
I see on the road; So smiling and fair;
And never had barrow, A bunch of good nature,
So precious a load. Sits little Kate there.

Brave Charley behind it, And so they go riding,
With whistle so loud; About through the town;
Of baby and barrow, A baby so sweet,
Seems equally proud. And a barrow so brown.


THE sun is high, 'tis burning noon, For Harry, heedless of the sun,
A clear and lovely day in June Thinks making hay the best of fun.
Must feed the cattle by and by. In wife and baby's ha smile.
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Must feed the cattle, by and by. In wife and baby's happy smile.


OH, shell the corn We'll work among
The yellow corn The shining corn,
Until we hear : Until we hear
The dinner horn. W The dinner horn.

Some work, we'll do While every bushel
This rainy day; That we shell,
'Tis good to work, ri We'll score upon
As well as play. The wall, as well.

So here we are, And when we quit
Within the barn, Our task to-night,
With laugh and joke We'll get for each
And merry yarn. A penny bright!

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To feed his tender brood, Come running at his call
That make their daily food. And chickens, great and small.

That Willie strews with open hand
Each pleasant summer morn. I
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YOUNG Willie to the barn-yard hies Soon as his cheery voice is heard,
To feed his tender brood, Come running at his call
And scatter wide the meal and corn A noisy flock of cocks and hens
That make their daily food. And chickens, great and small.

With joyous clucks and busy beaks,
They peck the golden corn,
That Willie strews with open hand
Each pleasant summer morn.


Now Tom would be a sailor boy, To him, that tub of water seems
A sailor boy would be, An ocean blue and wide;
And travel round the mighty world That little boat to him, appears
Upon the boundless sea. A ship in all her pride.

With what a look of care he tries And nightly, in his dreams, he sails
To sail his painted boat, Where wide the waters span.
And breathes upon the tiny sail A lad so bright will surely make
To keep it well afloat. A gallant sailor man.

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IN cap and coat all trimmed with fur, And though around our muffled ears
See pretty Alice riding, The wintry wind is singing,
While Charley skating close behind, Our skates, upon the sounding ice
The skimming sled is guiding. Still answer with their ringing.

And Bob, with nose and tippet red, And soon, my merry girls and boys,
His fingers numb is blowing; Though cold the early dawning,
As swiftly o'er the frozen pond The fun will set our blood aglow,
His chubby legs are going. This fine and frosty morning.


SEE! our little jockey lad, Though his horse is but a chair,
Manly, bold and ready, His gig a kitchen table,
Holding tight the scarlet reins, He shall have a pony team
Driving straight and steady. To drive, when he is able.


THEY call her Becky Longnose, I think a right good whipping,
Longnose, Longnose, Whipping, whipping,
They'call her Becky Longnose, To set them all a skipping,
This group of naughty boys. Would cure these saucy boys.

"Has brother Tommy
Pulled your hair,
And made your
Ruffled temper rise ?
Or punched a hole
In Dolly's face,
To look behind
"Her winking eyes?

Or has the wicked
Pussy caught
Your pretty pet
Canary bird?
Or have you in
The spelling class,
Contrived to miss
A crooked word ?"

"COME here Come here I The little maid
My weeping lass; Then looked at me,
And truly tell And answered with
Your griefs to me. A trembling lip;
Why do you rub They dress me up
That woeful face, In clothes so tight,
And sob and cry I haven't room
So bitterly ? Enough to skip ."



BABY, would you like to be But, my baby, you must know
"Out upon the shining sea, When the stormy winds do blow,
Rocking in a tiny boat And the angry waves arise
Where the pretty sea-birds float ? High as mountains to the skies;
While the little clouds at play, Then my little baby's head
Idle all the summer day. Better far, would be in bed.
Idle all the summer day. Better far, would be in bed.


Willii solt blue eyes Dear baby Nell,
Like summer skies, To mamma tell
And dewy mouth-a budding rose, The secret of those tender arts,
What tender wiles Whose gentle pow'r,
And sunny smiles, With ev'ry hour,
Does Baby's ev'ry act disclose But binds you closer to our hearts!

Awhile she stands Sweet cooing Dove!
With outstretched hands, That watchful love,
Then stoops to touch the friendly floor, Which guides to-day your tott'ring feet,
Till bolder grown Would guard you still
She walks alone, Through ev'ry ill
And cares to roll and creep no more. Your later steps may chance to meet.

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SEE this odd old maiden lady And the pretty maids who meet her,
Walking with a stately grace. Turn, with merry smiles to see,
On her head an ancient bonnet Such a strange old-fashioned bonnet
With a purple bow upon it, With so queer a riband on it,
And a little dog behind her, And the little dog so ugly
Fastened to a silken string. With his tail, a curly ring.


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ASTRIDE upon a swinging branch our little Bertie see,
While sister Ella frightened stands, beneath the apple tree.
" Oh! Bertie dear, I know you'll fall," the sobbing maiden cries,
And round and big the pearly tears are :t .1 in her eyes.
"Come down at once, you naughty boy, or when you get to school,
You'll have another kind of ride, upon the dunce's stool."

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"WHERE are you running, so fast, so fast? Where is this land, so bright; b- ht.
And what are you going to see ? And how shall I find th.. .
And when are you coming to town again ? 'Tis over the hills, where the sun goes
Now answer, my little boys three." down,
And night never follows the day!"
"Then up in a chorus, so sweet, so sweet,

The little boys spoke unto me : What will you do, for sleep, for sleep,
"We're going to live, where they have no My three little boys, I pray ?"

school, Why should we sleep, in a place like that,
In the "Land of the Gingerbread tree !" Where nothing goes on but play ?"

You three little boys, come back, come back !
Ere the sun shall hide his beams ;
The land you seek, is the land of Nod,"
Where you go in your baby dreams."


A MERRY group A pretty sight While Baby May is holding two,
Of dollies gay and children bright. And Bess has all that she can do.
They're out this pleasant summer day, With busy hands, as you may guess,
To pass the time in joyous play. To cut and fit her dolly's dress.

See Bell and Jessie, how they talk Oh, precious hours of golden youth!
They're teaching "Josephine" to walk ; When all the world seems fair with truth
A pretty doll with curly head May mutual love, your hearts endear
And gaily drest in orange red. lAnd brighten ev'ry coming year.
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Now Papa comes in from the meadow, Cries baby-" we'll go for a canter
To look for his pet and his pride, And if it should come on to rain,
His dear little cherry-cheeked baby, We'll whip up the horse to a gallop
And give her a merry foot-ride. And ride back to Mamma again."

She sits on his shoe like a saddle, So, off they go laughing and shouting,
No stirrups, or bridle has she. They canter, they gallop and run;
Says Papa, a trot or a gallop, Till Papa grows tired-and baby
Now little one, which shall it be ?' Is rosy, and breathless with fun.
_nd _ieher a merry foot-ride. _nd ride backtoMamma a _a__Y
She: siso i so ieasade o ofte o a:ian hui
No sirrpsor bidl ha she Thy cnter thy gllopandrun
Says~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~~~~;Si Paa ato ragloTllPp rw ie-adbb
Now~~B litl onwihsal1 e srsadbetls ihfn

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RUB-A-DUB-DUB, what a racket and rout!
Tell us, oh tell us, what is it about ?
Oh, what a hubbub! ind oh, what a noise!
What are they doing, these terrible boys ?
Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub,
Rub-a-dub, dub-a-dub-dub!

Now like an army, with whistle and drum,
Laughing and shouting and marching they come;
Each on his shoulder a long wooden gun,-
These are the soldiers who never will run!
Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub,
Rub-a-dub, dub-a-dub-dub !

See little Charley, with feather so high!
As all out of breath, he goes toddling by;
While Johnny and Tommy, with whistle and drum,
Are beating and blowing, as onward they come.
Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub,
Rub-a-dub, dub-a-dub-dub !




A WINTER morning, cold and bright, Who says, with red and rueful face,
The snow has fallen in the night, The hill's to-day a slippery place.
Which followed by a freezing rain, Don't try to climb its frozen side,
Has turned to ice, on hill and plain. Or down again you'll quickly slide.
In clothing warm, with pretty sled, You'll break your sled, and spoil you fun
Our Harry stops to talk with Ned. And hurt yourself, as I have done."

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On fly the kite, And as it goes
The sun is bright, It smaller grows,
And briskly blows the breeze. And higher still it flies,
With fluttering tail, Till like a star,
It rides the gale, It shines afar,
Above the tallest trees. Across the summer skies.


S' m.' rni on th,. l,i a -ti t I 1' n tli.y c.ime '. ith hoilp' and skips.
"li ... tilub.by r'.gi- I L ha n.: t, m:i t. Like *.rhric, v. ir: thi:ir scarlet Ip.
I K ni" ck,-ib.:, ;..is t .) e., s.r Thli-v sclum d to h i i.-: in r.=c..l Cii vr0 ,
A ni on,1. V.i< ,Ir .-- .l in v.. l':t cn. I'ut \\hii tl.:-,l kre a fluc1: uf birdJ .

\\'ith tLIrn,:iJd-uLI i <. I'.c i [ _A n.I swe':t upjll 1n .' -t'nin- car
And nii-chi,.f danii.:ng in thlir LI,'-.y', The millow n..:ot,- f.11 soit and ,, aIr,
SThey tramped ahlonu. a,.hI litl,. ii-;t Tli-n in the distance d;ie,. a'ay
Sunk in thl.ir pocklts to tlh. *: .nrlt. A; on I walked that Sumnmer da:y,


BABY playing
On the stairs,
Baby gets
A tumble there.
Mamma hears
The dismal thump,
Baby cries
At every bump,
On his back
Upon the floor,
Frighten'd, crying,
More and more.
Chubby legs,
SSo fat and bare,
Wildly kicking
In the air;
While with shrill
And angry shout,
Rolls his curly
= .Head about,
Tearful eyes
And mouth and nose,
-- Lost, beneath
His tangled clothes.
Now, with tender
Fond alarm,
Mamma comes
S With open arms;
*Lulls her Baby-
Boy to rest,
Close against
T,:r I: brcait.

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HURRAH! Hurrah I my merry lads, But he who first begins to cry,
The snow has fallen in the night. Or he who turns his back to go,
In tippets, caps, and jackets warm, Shall be condemned to make the balls,
We're ready for a snow-ball fight. Or else we'll roll him in the snow.
And he who throws the swiftest ball So come my lads and join the fun,
Shall be the captain of us all. Before the snow melts in the sun.

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BE not afraid, We'll scare the dogs,
My little maids, The pigs and cows;
And never seek to fly; Come on and join our play,
Behind these funny You'll laugh to see
Painted masks, Them flirt their tails,
Are Tommy Trot and I. And kick and run away.

"So dry your tears, But if we meet
My pretty dears, The brindled bull,
And never think to run; Why then I think that we
For when we stamp Will think it best
And roar the most, To cut and run,
We're then the most in fun. In quicker time than he."

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RosY little faces, three, Wishful eyes, which seem to say,
Peeping from the garden, see We should like to fly away,
Bonny birds, who seem to be, Where the butterflies so gay,
Longing for their liberty. In the sunny meadows play.

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\\'l ar th. t r'e li .:- l.
1.i -m ilrit.', -- I .- anlJ : :: t
T hIr.ir 'prert:ty I-t, -:) [ittcr-|l:.tt'- r,
As gaily they tr,.t .up tlih' tl.etr

The two '.ith hlit. hiat; mn-t b: -it.:r--
T% in bcatitit.i, a-; p.inl w ..
And if thel\'rc a1; ..;...1 a; theyL're [i-tt.
What dear little Ict. they imu.t b).

The other. \i ho v ..lLk in thui mi.il1.:.
S ecm n nie the I .-_ ii l...'- -ii. .,r :
B it \' ;imrs .1 :i_.T .., ni. tll. rl. nl i ili.r.
A.\ if .:l. lhad 1. i .1' tlh.. Ip r

I kn.:.. n.-.t th. n. n .t l th! m ii ,_n ;,
W\\'h1..:e : I'Ac -- s, -) ,'t, n l -- :
"But l'ni -ir-.' I -lilUl i.l I :idmJ ,rry.
To niiS an i' onLe ':L tlih, tlir,.


'Tis ,nirning ncw,
Miv b, nlln laI ,
Thc .tt.als have left
Th,- r:, .ky,
"The birds are singing
To. th. li";ht.
Th.e _l ce,lr l sun
Is rising hih.

Come the i, t,- ,i-ter's
L-,. in._ arms
She'll Jrc>' vu
Niccl ,. for thle_ day.
And ;,_1, a n,
The g.arde, ilfl,.rs,
My darling ,.nce
Shall sport and play.

A.-\ni \wlhen t he "ramq
Is w.arill and dry.
And cv ry, dcv. -dr:p
Fairlv gone.
\\We gaily chase
The butterflies.
That dance abrve
The shinin- lawn.

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F .in fr.. .

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SISTER Mary takes Allie and Bobbie,
And off to the circus they go.
Their little hearts flutter with pleasure,
They never have been to a show.

They see the trick horses so frisky,
The camels so ugly and tall,
The clown and the pretty black ponies
So shaggy, so cunning and small.

They gaze at the lions and tigers,
And tremble with fear as they roar,
While their pretty eyes sparkle with pleasure
To see twenty monkeys, or more.

And now, for a month they'll be climbing
Around on the tables and chairs,
Walking off on their hands like the monkeys,
And talking of circus affairs.


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ROU\-rN and round, thll,_: gail. y inr-, Se\vn happy voic,- swell,
Dancing in a rn.rry rin;. Chimin .. s,.w t as silv' r bells,
Seven maiden, Llih"e ain:d g.iy. \W while thli-r lir,-tt:,- Iect keep time,
Singint: to the l:ovely Mai. E[latin. to.: the May-Jay rhyme.

Seven pairs or limpl.d hands JiCy l b y..ur lh rtr to-d) y,
Cling'inil t tthe silken band;. I' lo, ;..m, of tli rt:-flo 'ry Ma iy,
Seven pairs o sprkl]ii eyes, A. ini clh r.y l .n.s ...un sinz.
Lovely as the summr:nir skic- \W I.l..l ,: t lilh plea ant Spring _


FANNV'S' cat has kittn. six,
\Blhick a:nd il.-.\'. white and red.
Fanniiv full .1 bajb trick;
SnuIgIly tick.4 them up in bcd.

See them slIeping in a r-a.',
Thli; a.ay. that ,.: y, kitttii-wise,
SNut i .:I ..n- his3 yet
t ) Open. ,i ,:. its pr.'tty ey'e .

So..n tli y II rik tlh.ir cunning ears,
^,^h Str._t.:hin ,,ut th. ir v. I,,t .r.\;s,
\\ I.- l1 thin th._:e pr,:tt. :its
1 '. -r -.i t l C th -ir cla v
I t i'a .

K itt- tu'il ,lft ,and r:o. d,
I'r,.tt ', p, .,L [,I I I' -. n ice.
HI \ y ,u yI:t b:Igun t.-, ,li.r m
f,> th-: ickJ rats and mice ?


\\'ll.N ur little Bemcie found. Ah. n-,! or now\ she would not be
Lyving open on the ground. Crying here, as )ou may see,
Iamma's sci_;s-,rs, sharp and new. Fin.:cr bleeding, sad and sore.
Wh\\'at did Nau.lihty Bessie do' Dripping, dropping, on the .oor

.)id she run to Mamma's bx. \\'e II bind it up and ease the pairn.
Leavin; Dollic'> caps and fr:Lks, And hope that Bessie n c',r again

There to put them safe awa\\. i ith the scio'rs sharp will play.
Tho' W ith them she Ulonud plwy \Wihen thi chance t.-o go aotray


T rilEN', ;rudly
ii th.: -tr et,
Con .- our ]ttle lady
SM itts if lace,
Ulp[i'n hli:hr hand;-
Hat to keepc her shady.

IR:olund h-r neck
A k%-rchif itat-
Cr,:.dJ. and pinned together;
.-\li til:,:,ni her
Dainty feet.
Sh:es of shining. leath.r.

(Olt I meet, this
a lSt.ttcv n-aid,
SIThro' th I illage walking
But, I neT\.r
"S,. her -rmile.-
Ncv:-tr hear hr talking. i!

"And.! I snnrltimnls
i IThIl. \.ith pain.
"Thlis -iil_.it maid is hauthty;
-or pride, is but
.\ fiIA. ig vain,
And sclf-conccit is naughty.

And this. my dkars.
Remicnimbcr \1.--
.: .. 'However -ranll \ e nmay be
W\'ith gentle mind,
And manners kinJ.
W\'e fin,] the truest lady.

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UPON the sands, beside the sea, With pail and shovel, each in turn,
Three happy children played,- They dug the shining sand ;
Who, tho' the sun shone fiercely down, Or, up and down the breezy shore,
Enjoyed a pleasant shade. They trotted, hand in hand.

And there, with many a joyous game, A mighty hat, with feather long,
They passed the Summer day; Adorned each pretty maid;
And not a bit the worse, at night, And that's the way, tho' bright the sun,
For all the sun, were they They played beneath the shade!


ONE mnnrninz in the Summer tim-, \\ith merr\ voices, sweet .and clear.
I -,.alkcd tiIl:In the sand; They answvcrid unto rnim
And there I met tw\%-, little maiJ, '" \W.'e come to-ljda to il a bI.t,
\\hi. \a.indered h.ind. in hand. As you ill shortly ste."

I -poke t,- thlem. \vith smiling face. Tlih clasping each. the, oth.:.r' h-,indm
Anrd -aid, n.IlA' t>-II to: mi'-- AndI putting toe to to :
\Whyv \-1 are stri\in on the .iandl, Th,.y turn,-d. each other r.n-iiii and r:.ound
So- near the rolling se ." As f.it .tz thly couldJ g

And thlcr,, they spru till giddy ;.t,-A.i n.
TheY' dcropp'd Lup :u the -i lnd
Ani n tlh.se maidleri, S ile.d a b:oa.t."
V t reer I. 't the laInd'



HAPPY faces, turned on high, Soft their merry voices ring
Dancing graces, how they fly! As the shining hoops they fling.
Maud and Jessie, sisters fair Who can keep them longest there
Keep them floating in the air. Sailing thro' the sunny air ?

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WHY so sad, my pretty Mary ? Dry your tears then, pretty Mary,
Have you lost your pet Canary ? And be sure your lost Canary
Has he left you, sadly grieving, Will return before the evening,
Through the cruel world to fly ? Happy once again to be
Like a naughty bird forgetting With the tender little maiden,
All the cuddling and the petting Who so sad and sorrow laden
Of the kindly little maiden, Tries to lure her naughty birdie,
He has left alone to sigh. Singing in the apple tree.

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.' comi[I- l-. :icr,-,' thl. h ra vy hill.- ;y
I Uur little -cli':'lar, F'.e yvc.rs old; \
A -tu'r.t I,,n>.;t countr.- :girl.
\\h.. takCs Tno Iheelj riAf h:a-tt or cold.
]lit iAl l\', ,iN' to -ch._,ol sh 1o4 s. 4'
Tir,)' summer' r.in *'r \intr' snow\\ !

H-l'r face i bright, lir heart i; li.ht,-
Lih,: l;I:'w her lcssoiins for thhe day;
\\itlh p.l..ant \,ice, she softly ilgs.
A mel ry song to ch-ur the w\-y
Slh l..i\cs to be in time it -chool,
A nL n, i,\:r br,. iJ it; ..nitl.: rlle.

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LITrLE JESSIE. Little Be-;ie, Pretty. -'hubby blue-r-yvd dacriin,.
whichh is which, y':ou'd nc. ur kno'; See the two together stand:
I1 their snowy-ri.irtLJ ni'lit-c.ips. Ressie cones to Sister J.i sie.
hl.idn't Lach a colored bo,%. With an orange in each hand.

So %,e call thi -e precious babies, Ani sh;e .-.i: rI J T-s tih.-. .Lr.-cr-
Ics-ie Red. and Bes Bie Blue ; Al! lhowl pl:.i; nt 'tis tto sec;
And \c t.iich th mni to be loving. Ti'in, s.' lIAely, and -, loving,
(ipen-hli.n,- lJ, k.1d i n arni tLrue. Like iii -weete t arnity.


OH, Fanny, come and see the dress For old Great-Grandma's wedding-day
I found in Grandma's box! This very dress was made,
There's stuff enough in it to make A hundred years ago, at least,
A hundred dollies' frocks Of richest court brocade.

And if I didn't fear that you But now-for Grandma dear to wear
Would think me very vain, I'm sure 'tis much too gay;
I'd ask you dear, to walk behind But just the thing for Dollie's clothes-
And help me with the train. I'll ask for it to-day.

'Tis gold embroidered as you see, I hardly think I'll get it though,
With flowers red and blue, For Grandma may not see
And some day, if you're very good, How nice a thing wouldd be to give
Why you shall wear it too! The dress to you and me.


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WHERE are you going, my two merry maids,
Oh! where are you going to-day ?"
We're going to milk the little dun cow
Who feeds on the new mown hay."

And then for a frolic and dance on the green,
With the lads and lasses so gay,
To chatter and laugh till the sun goes down,
And the daylight passes away."

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SKIP the rope skip the rope Full and brimming o'er with fun,
No one tires yet we hope. Back and forth, they laughing run;
Round it goes round it goes Singing all a merry rhyme,
Mind your tiny tipsy toes. Skipping each in perfect time.

Up and down, and round about, Maidens young and fancy free,
Running in, and running out ;- Happy, blithe and fair to see ;
Two-are skipping in the ring Take your pleasure, while you may,
Two, the skipping rope must swing. Joyful be your hearts to-day.
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Two, the skipping rope must swing. Joyful be your hearts to-day.


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FANNY sits upon the hill Now, he rustles thro' the grass,
Looking up with wondering eyes, Now, he skims the singing rill,
High above her in the blue Catching insects as he goes
Swift the shining swallow flies. Circling round the breezy hill.
Up and down with rapid wing, Rising o of sight at last,
Rising, falling, in the skies. Leaving Fanny gazing still.


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FANNY is the blind man Tom and Jem at leap-frog
Groping all around, Playing near at hand.
Feeling for the children, Holding out her kerchief
Guided by the sound. Smiling Nelly stands.

Lively sister Lucy, While from Mattie's shoulders
Saucy little maid, Baby Georgie shouts,
Going up behind her, Laughing at the children
Pulls her yellow braid. Running in and out.


OF all the things that babies love
To help them in their troubles,
There's nothing in the world, they think,
So nice as blowing bubbles.

To dip the pipe among the suds
And then to gravely blow,
To iatch the lovely colors change,

As fast the bubbles grow.

To throw them softly in the air
And see them sail away.
Is fun enough, f-,r girl or boy,
To fill there. I.oirc t da\.

Sweet children of our tLnder love,
May all life's bubbles be
As bright, with tints of rosy hope,
As these which now we see.

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HUSH-A-BYE-BABY, Mamma's fond kisses,
Softly you sigh. Loving and true;
Sleep, oh! my darling, Fall upon Baby's lips,
Mother is nigh. Soft as the dew-

Rest little blossom, Till on the rosy face,
Rest without fear. Sleeping the while,
Under each eyelid, Bright as a sunbeam,
Trembles a tear. Flickers a smile.


WHEN the day begins to peep,
'.Xl V.S Lightly springing from her sleep,
Daisy frolics, wild and free,
Full of life and childish glee-

-Racing through the sunny fields,
Romping Rover at her heels,
Chasing, as they fluttering rise,
The pretty painted butterflies.

Slumber seals her lovely eyes,
While her glowing cheeks disclose
Colors like the summer rose.

Daisy of the golden hair,
Rosy, rumpled, round and fair,
Soundly sleeping, ere the sun
Half his daily course has run.

Busy, dimpled hands at rest,
Lightly crossed upon her breast,
Now, with happy smiles she seems
"^:;'"- -Roving in the land of dreams.

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SMILING as a rose in bloom, Bright above each dainty shoe
In a dainty Hat and Plume, Peep her hose of scarlet hue;
Here's a maid, I often meet, While her ribands here and there,
Gaily walking on the street. Flutter in the wintry air.
Skirt of yellow silken stuff, With her eyes of tender blue,
Hands within a tiny muff, Shining like the morning dew;
Coat of velvet, trimmed with fur, Pretty lass with golden hair-
Tell me what you think of her ? Is she kind, as she is fair ?

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