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ONCE UPON A TIME

AND

OTHER CHILD-VERSES



BY
MARY E. WILKINS
AUTHOR OF "THE.POT OF GOLD," JANEE FIELDO" A NEW ENGLAND NUN,H
AN HUMBLE ROMANCE," PEMBROKE," ETC.




ILLUSTRATED BY ETHELDRED B. BARRY


BOSTON
LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY




































COPYRIGHT, 1897,

BY

LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY.



All rights reserved.

























TYPOGRAPHY BY C. J. PETERS & SON, BOSTON.

PRESSWORK BY BERWICK & SMITH.














I PREFACE.


RUSTING to the sweet char-
ity of little folk
To find some grace, in spite of halting rhyme
And frequent telling, in these little tales,
I say again: Now, once upon a time




RANDOLPH, April 1, 1897.



















CONTENTS




Once Upon a Time . .
The Sick Fairy . . .
The Enchanted Tale of Banbury Cross.


A-Berrying


Two ioods ......
The Three M3argery Daws .
A Little Seamstress .
The Golden Slippers .
The Tithing-Mfan .
The Barley- Candy Boy .
Down in the Clover .
The Ballad of the Blacksmilt's .
A Valentine for Baby .
The Faiby Flag .. ..
The Spoiled Darling .
The Brownie's Xmas .
The Christmas Ball ..
The Puritan Doll
The Gift that None could see .
A Little Caller .


Slons.















Katy-Did-Ka/y-Didn 't

Sliding Down Hill. ..

Little Peackling . .

A Swing ........

The Youngest Tells Her Story

A Song . .

Her Proof . .

Rosalinda's Lamb .

The Baby's Revery .

A Silly Boy .. .

A Pretty Ambitin .

The Snowflake Tree

Dorothy's Dream .

Tiger Lilies . .

The Enlightenment of Mamma

Butteflies . ..

An Old Maxim . .

SNanny's Search. .

Grandmother's Story .

Dolly's Fan . .

A Portrait . .

Caraway . .

Two Littld Birds in Blue .

A Castle in Spain .

At the Dreamland Gate .

A Christmas Carol .

Crow- Warnings .


CONTENTS


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CONTENTS


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The Out-Doors Girl . ... 146
The Beggar King ..... .......... .147
Christmas-Tide... .............. .16
Wanted, a Map . ........ .63
The Prize .... . .. 1
Pussy-Willow . . . 166
The True and Last Story of Little Boy Blue. . .. .167
The Dandelion -Oracle. . . .173
The Christmas Thrush .. ... .... 174
Buttercup Talk.. ... .. .. 176
Wee Willie Winkie ... . ... 178



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ONCE UPON A TIME


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ONCE UPON A TIME.


N OW, once upon a time, a nest of fairies
Was in a meadow neathh a wild rose-
tree ;
And, once upon a time, the violets clustered
So thick around it one could scarcely see;
And, once upon a time, a troop of children
Came dancing by upon the flowery ground;
And, once upon a time, the nest of fairies,
With shouts of joy and wonderment they
found;
And, once upon a time, the fairies fluttered
On purple winglets, shimmering in the sun;
And, once upon a time, the nest forsaking,
They flew off thro' the violets, every one;
And, once upon a time, the children followed
With loud halloos along the meadow green;
And, once upon a time, the fairies vanished,
9







ONCE UPON A TIME


And never more could one of them be seen;
And, once upon a time, the children sought
them
For many a day, but fruitless was their quest,
For, once upon a time, amid the violets,
They only found the fairies' empty nest.



THE SICK FAIRY.


B REW some tea o' cowslips, make some
poppy-gruel,
Serve it in a buttercup ah, 'tis very cruel,
That she is so ailing, pretty Violetta !
Locust, stop your violin, till she's feeling better.







BANBURY CROSS


THE ENCHANTED TALE OF
BANBURY CROSS.



"Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old woman jump on a white horse;
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall make music wherever she goes."
OLD NURSERY RHYME.


RAY show the way to Banbury Cross,"
Silver bells are ringing ;
To find the place I'm at a loss,"
Silver bells are ringing.
" Pass six tall hollyhocks red and white;
Then, turn the corner toward the right,
Pass four white roses; turn once more,
Go by a bed of gilly-flower,
And one of primrose; turn again
Where, glittering with silver rain,
II









ONCE UPON A TIME


There is a violet-bank; then pass

A meadow green with velvet grass,


I *


I -


" Pray show the way to


Banbury Cross."


Where lovely lights and shadows play,

And white lambs frolic all the day,
12






BANBURY CROSS


Where blooming trees their branches toss-
Then will you come to Banbury Cross."


The white horse arched his slender neck,
Silver bells are ringing;
Snow-white he was without a speck,
Silver bells are ringing.
An old wife held his bridle-rein,
(The king was there with all his train),
Her gray hair fluttered in the wind,
Her gaze turned inward on her mind;
And not one face seemed she to see
In all that goodly company.
Gems sparkled on her withered hands;
Her ankles gleamed with silver bands
On which sweet silver bells were hung,
And always, when she stirred, they rung.


The white horse waited for the start,
Silver bells are ringing;
'3







ONCE UPON A TIME


Before him leapt his fiery heart,
Silver bells are ringing.
Upon his back the old wife sprung,
Her silver bells, how sweet
S they rung !
She gave her milk-white
steed the rein,
i ., And round they swept,
and round again.
SA merry sight it was
S to see,
And the silver bells
The Old Wife.
rang lustily.
The gallant horse with gold was shod;
So fleetly leapt he o'er the sod,
He passed the king before he knew,
And past his flying shadow flew.



A pretty sight it was, forsooth,
Silver bells are ringing;
14







BANBURY CROSS


For dame and children, maid and youth,
Silver bells are ringing.
The princess laughed out with delight,
And clapped her hands, so lily-white-
The darling princess, sweet was she
As any flowering hawthorn-tree.
She stood beside her sire, the king,
And heard the silvery music ring,
And watched the white horse, o'er the
plain,
Sweep round, and round, and round again
Until the old wife slacked his pace
Before the princess' wondering face,



Then snatched her up before they knew,
Silver bells are ringing ;
And with her from their vision flew,
Silver bells are ringing.
The nobles to their saddles spring
And follow, headed by the king!
js







ONCE UPON A TIME


They gallop over meadows green;
They leap the bars that lie between;
Thro' the cool woodland ride they now,
'Neath rustling
branches,
bending low;
The silver music
draws them
on,
The Nobles.


t.'- But,-when they
S-"'q.. ''' 5;' reach it,- it is
-,. :" gone
The white dew
falls, the sun is
set,
And no trace of the princess yet.


Along the beams of moonlight pale,
Silver bells are ringing;
16.







BANBURY CROSS

In violet shadows in the vale,
Silver bells are ringing.
Return with us, oh, gracious king!
This search is but a bootless thing.
A spell is laid upon our minds,
Our thoughts are tossed as by the winds,
And deeper o'er our senses swells
The music of those silver bells!
Return, oh, king, ere 'tis too
late;
The Wise Man by the
palace gate
Will give to thee his
kindly aid, .
So shalt thou find the
royal maid." The Wise Man.

They galloped back o'er hill and dale,
Silver bells are ringing;
In soft gusts came the southern gale,
Silver bells are ringing.
17







ONCE UPON A TIME


The trembling king knelt down before
The Wise Man at the palace-door:
Oh, Wise Man! art thou truly wise -
Find out my child with thy bright eyes!"
Thy daughter clings to carven stone,
White dove-wings from her shoulders
grown;
In downy dove-plumes is she drest;
They shine like jewels on her breast;
She sits beneath the minster eaves,
Amongst the clustering ivy leaves."


"She was so full of angel-love,"
Silver bells are ringing ;
"They could but make her a white dove,"
Silver bells are ringing.
The king stood neathh the minster wall,
And loudly on his child did call.
A snow-white dove beneath the eaves,
Looked down from 'mongst the ivy leaves,
18







BANBURY CROSS


Then flew down to the monarch's breast,
And, sorely panting, there did rest.
Then spake the Wise Man by his side:
Oh, king, canst thou subdue thy pride,
And hang thy crown beneath the eaves,
Amongst the clustering ivy leaves

"In thine unhappy daughter's place ?
Silver bells are ringing ;
" For thus she'll find her maiden grace,"
Silver bells are ringing.
The jewels in the royal
crown,
Out from the dark- ,
green ivy shone! i v, .
The white dove softly f.
folds her wings, .' 'I,
Then lightly to the ground M n*-
The Minster.
she springs -
A princess, sweeter than before,
For being a white dove an hour.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


They went home through the happy town,
The king forgot his royal crown,
And soon, beneath the minster eaves,
'Twas hidden by the ivy leaves.




A-BERRYING.


NOW Susan Jane a-berrying goes,
With her dipper and pail a-berry-
ing goes-
Now Susan Jane creeps dolefully home, and
mournfully hangs her head;
For she tumbled down and bumped her
nose,
She tore her frock and she stubbed her toes,
And the blueberries all were green, alas! and
the blackberries all were red!







TWO MOODS


TWO MOODS.


MEADOWS shadowy and sunny,
Pink with clover, sweet with honey,
Green with grass that shakes and swings,
Rustling 'till it almost sings,
From her open window show
For a pleasant mile or so.

She with earnest, pensive look,
Bending o'er an open book,
Her own happy self forgets
Following a story-child's
Pretty pleasures and regrets.

Straightening up her golden head,
Now she sees the fields instead,
Where the grass and clover stir,
And her glad self and her day
Radiantly come back to her.
21







ONCE UPON A TIME


THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.



SEE-SAW, see-saw, up and down we gay-
ly go!
See-saw, see-saw, such a lovely teeter, !
N See-saw, see-saw,
~_gArass across a
S,. daisy-stalk -





33 Such a lovely teeter, 0 "

Up and down the robins teetered with their
silvery talk.

See-saw, see-saw! robins, they know how to
play







A LITTLE SEAMSTRESS


See-saw, see-saw, as well as children any day;
See-saw, see-saw lads and lassies, don't you
know,
Grass across a daisy-stalk makes a lovely
teeter, 0 !




A LITTLE SEAMSTRESS.



SHE sat in her little rocking-chair, a-sigh-
ing and twirling her thumbs:
" Oh, everything for my doll is done, and
never to mending comes!
I haven't a morsel of sewing !-dear mother,
in all the town,
Can't you find me one doll, no matter how
small, who will wear out her gown?"







ONCE UPON A TIME


- THE GOLDEN SLIPPERS.


S, Y lady's ready for the ball;
But she's lost her golden slippers,
And the servants scurry all,
From the pantry, from the hall,
Brooms in hand, and spoons and dippers.

Ah, my lady's golden slippers!
Footman, cook, and housemaid- run!
Hunt ye nimbly, every one!
Round they whirl, the lightsome trippers,
And the music has begun:
Ah, my lady's golden slippers!

Hurry, hurry; for she yet,
If ye find her golden slippers,
May lead off the minuet
With the Prince of Popinet,
Foremost of the stately steppers.
24







THE GOLDEN SLIPPERS


Ah, my lady's golden slippers!
Guess ye where they found them all! -
Dancing bravely at the ball,


" My lady's ready for the ball."


Of themselves, these frisky slippers,
Wheeling at the fiddle's call -
Ah, my lady's golden slippers!
25







ONCE UPON A TIME


THE TITHING-MAN.



BONNY sweet-marjoram was in flower,
The pinks had come with their spices
sweet;
Thro' the village sounded the Sabbath-bell,
And the reverent people flocked down the
street.

Little Elizabeth, prim and pale,
A decorous little Puritan maid,
Walked soberly up the meeting-house hill,
With a look on her face as if she prayed.


Her catechism was in her hand,
Unvexed was she by the scholar's art;
Her simple lesson she simply learned,
And loved the Father with all her heart.
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THE TITHING-MAN

Her little kerchief was white as snow,
Like a rose she looked in her Sunday gown












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Little Elizabeth prim and pale."


As she soberly climbed the meeting-house
hill,
With her pretty eyes cast meekly down.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


Little Elizabeth sat alone
In the queer old-fashioned oaken pew,
And earnestly on the parson bent
Her modest, innocent eyes of blue.


But, ah! the sermon was deep and long,
The parson spoke with a weary drone;
And she heard the honey-bees out of doors
Hum, in a drowsy monotone;


The very wind had a sleepy sound -
Little Elizabeth began to nod,
Though she told herself'twas a dreadful thing
To.fall asleep in the house of God.


" My fourthly is," the parson droned; -
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,"
Mused little Elizabeth in a maze-
And then ah me! she fell asleep.
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THE TITHING-MAN


The tithing-man crept down the aisle
In solemn state, with his awful rod,
To chide the folk in the meeting-house
Who dared to whisper, or smile, or nod.

Little Elizabeth soundly slept,
All by herself, in the oaken pew,
With the heavy gold-fringed eyelids drooped
Over her innocent eyes. of blue.

Close to her tiptoed the tithing-man,
And over her reached his awful rod,
And poked the little Puritan maid
For falling asleep in the house of God.

Dear little Elizabeth, prim and pale!
How her poor heart jumped when she
woke and found
The dreaded tithing-man at her side,
And the queer poke-bonnets all turning
round!







ONCE UPON A TIME


Then she sat straight up in the old oak pew,
Grave and pale as a lily-flower;
But she thought the people all looked at her,
While all their eyes did lower and glower;

And, going home, she fancied the birds
Called back and forth, with a knowing nod:
"There's the little maid whom the tithing-
man
Caught fast asleep in the house of God."


THE BARLEY-CANDY BOY.

O THE Barley-Candy Boy! 0 the Bar-
ley-Candy Boy!
Who lived in the toy-man's window, 'tis little
he had of joy!
For he could not eat a bit of sweet, nor any
sugar at all,
Unless he ran a fearful risk of being a can-
nibal.







DOWN IN THE CLOVER


DOWN IN THE CLOVER.
(A Duet, with Sheep Obligato.)



MID feeding lambs and springing grass
There sat a little lad and lass,
A green umbrella overhead,
The flickering shade of boughs instead,
And read a book .of fairy rhyme,
All in their gay vacation time.

Quoth he: The dearest, queerest story
Was that one of the fairy prince,
Who sailed down stream in his pearl dory,
Neath boughs of rose and flowering quince,
To save the lovely princess whom
The wicked, white-haired, old witch-lady
Kept in a tower of awful gloom,
Deep in a magic forest shady:
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ONCE UPON A TIME

How proud he tossed his plumed head
Before the witch's door, and said "-














All in their gay vacation time."

SHEEP: Ba-a, ba-a Honey-sweet the clover's
blowing.
Ba-a, ba-a juicy-green the grass is
growing.

" I think," quoth she, there's one that's
better :







DOWN IN THE CLOVER


About that little fairy girl,
Who bound the ogre with a fetter
Of spiderwort and grass and pearl;
Then singing in the gateway sat,
Till up the road the prince came prancing,
A jewelled feather in his hat,
And set the cherry-boughs a-dancing.
How low he bent his handsome head
Before the fairy girl, and said "-


SHEEP: Ba-a, ba-a Who the day so sweetly
passes
As a lamb who never stops,
But from dawn to twilight crops.
Clover-heads and dewy grasses?


"Well, by and by I think I'll be
A fairy prince as brave as he:
I'll wind a silver bugle clear,
Low and dim you'll hear it, dear;
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ONCE UPON A TIME


A sword with jewelled hilt I'll bear,
A cap and heron-plume I'll wear,
And I will rescue vou," quoth
he.
Fast to the witch's tower I'll
fly,
I'' And beat upon the gate, and
Scary "

SHEEP: Ba-a, ba-a! Sweet the
S"- simple life we're leading,
/ In the sweet green pasture
/ feeding!

At the Witch's Tower. Then quoth the little reader
fair,
I've changed my mind, for I don't dare
To stay there in the witch's tower;
I'll be the dame who found a flower
Of gold and rubies -in the tale -
And sold it for a fairy veil,
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DOWN IN THE CLOVER


Which made her look so sweet and true
That she was dearly loved; then you -

SHEEP: Ba-a, ba-a! Turn the juicy morsel over.
Who would be a lad or lass,
If he could his summer pass
As the sheep amongst the clover ?
Grasshoppers on daisies teeter,
Dew-drops clovers sweeten sweeter.
Who can care for stupid tales,
Fairy horns and fairy veils,
Fairy princess, fairy prince?
Tet we must not blame them, since
(Turn the juicy morsel over)
They cannot be sheep in clover.







ONCE UPON A TIME


THE BALLAD OF THE BLACK-
SMITH'S SONS.

I.

C LING, clang,-"Whoa, my bonny gray
mare !
Whoa," cling, clang, my bay !
But the black and the sorrel must stay unshod,
While my two fair sons are away."

II.
While the blacksmith spake, his fair sons
came,
And sto6d in the smithy door-
" Now where have ye been, my two fair sons,
For your father has missed ye sore?"

III.
Then pleasantly spake the younger son,
With the eyes of dreamy blue:
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THE BALLAD OF THE BLACKSMITH'S SONS


"' 0 Father, we've been in a land as bright
As the glint o' the morning dew! "

IV.
Then his brother twinkled his gay black eyes,
And he spake up merry and bold:
" Hey, Father, we've been in the fairy land,
Where the horses are shod wi' gold !"

V.
" An' what did ye there in Fairyland,
O my two fair sons, I pray ?"
"We shod for them, Father, their fairy steeds,
All in a month an' a day.

VI.
" An', Father, we shod them wi' virgin gold;
Each nail had a diamond head;
All the steeds were as white as the clear moon-
light,
An' in fields o' lilies they fed."
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ONCE UPON A TIME


VII.

" An' what was the sum o' the fairy lire,
O my two fair sons, I pray ?"


'ii' ~ ~

,, :j '


1I~' ~ ~(i


In Fairyland.


" A seed of a wonderful fairy flower,
They gave to us each for pay! "
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THE BALLAD OF THE BLACKSMITH'S SONS


VIII.
"An' what will ye do wi' the seeds, fair
sons ? "
"We will sow i' the light, green spring,
An' maybe a golden rose will toss,
Or a silver lily will swing."

IX.
"Now," cling, clang, "whoa, my bonny
gray mare !
Whoa," cling, clang, my bay !
An' the sorrel an' black, now my sons are
back,
Can be shod cling, clang, to-day."

X.
Oh! the smith's sons planted the fairy seeds
When the light, green spring came round,
*Through the sunlit hours, twixtt the April
showers,
In the best of the garden ground.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


XI.

Then the white rains wove with the long
light-beams,
Till a stalk, like a slim green flame,
Pierced the garden mould: a leaf unrolled;
And another beside it came.

XII.

Then the brothers tended their fairy plants
Till they shot up brave and tall,
And the leaves grew thick. "Now soon shall
we pick
A rose like a golden ball;


XIII.
Or else we shall see a lily, maybe,
With a bell o' bright silver cast,"
They thought; and they cried with joy and
pride,
When the blossom-buds shaped at last.
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THE BALLAD OF THE BLACKSMITH'S SONS


XIV.
" Now, heyday shouted the elder son,
And he danced in the garden walk,
" A hat I will buy, as a steeple high,
An' the neighbors will stare an' talk.

Xv.
" Heyday I will buy me a brave gold chain,
An' a waistcoat o' satin fine,
A ruff o' lace, an' a pony an' chaise,
An' a bottle o' red old wine !"

XVI.
But his brother looked up in the blue spring
sky,
And his yellow curls shone in the sun-
" 0 joy! If I hold but my fairy gold,
My father's toil is done!

XVII.
" He shall hammer no more with his tired
old hands,







ONCE UPON A TIME


He shall shoe not the bay nor the gray;
But shall live as he please, an' sit at his ease,
A-resting the livelong day."

XVIII.
Alas, and alas! When it came to pass
That the bud to a flower was grown,
It was pallid and green,-no blossom so mean
In the country side was known.

XIX.
Then angrily hurried the elder son,
And hustled his up by the root;
And it gave out a sound, as it left the ground,
Like the shriek of a fairy flute.

xx.
But he flung it over the garden wall;
And he cried, with a scowling brow:
" No waistcoat fine, an' no bottle o' wine -
I have labored for naught, I trow! "







THE BALLAD OF THE BLACKSMITH'S SONS


XXI.
"Now," cling, clang,-" whoa, my bonny
gray mare! "
Cling, clang, whoa, my bay!
But the sorrel an' white must wait to-night,
For one son sulks all day."

XXII
But the blue-eyed son till the summer was
done
Cared well for his fairy-flower;
He weeded and watered, and killed the
grub
Would its delicate leaves devour.

XXIII.
Then forth to his garden he went one day,
And the fairy plant was dead;
The leaves were black in the white frost-
light,
And the stalk was a shrivelled shred.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


XXIV.
" Now, never a rose like a golden ball,
Nor a silver lily shall blow;
But never I'll mind, for I'm sure to find
More gold, if I work, I know."

xxv
Then he tenderly pulled up the fairy plant,
And lo, in the frosty mould,
Like a star from the skies to his dazzled eyes,
Was blazing a bulb of gold

XXVI.
"Now," -cling, clang, -" whoa, my bonny
gray mare!
Or gallop or trot, as ye may!
This happy old smith will shoe ye no more,
For he sits at his ease, all day "







A VALENTINE FOR BABY


A VALENTINE FOR BABY.


The rose is red, the violet's blue,
Pinks are pretty, and so are you."


THE rose is red, my rosy dear;
But that you as yet hardly know,
Since you have only been with us
Four of the times when roses blow.

The violet's blue, my blue-eyed love;
Yet that, perhaps, you hardly knew,
Since you have only four times passed
The violets in their hoods of blue.

The pinks are pretty, baby queen,
And so are you; but that, also,
From being here so short a time,
Perhaps you've hardly learned to know.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


THE FAIRY FLAG.
A Skye Folk-lore Story.


B EYOND the purple gloom of moors,
Beyond the blueness of the sea,
Beyond the range of chalk-white cliffs,
The sun was setting peacefully.

The fairy, on a grassy knoll,
Sat dreaming, singing to the cows:
" Knee-deep in clumps of plumy ferns,
Knee-deep in rustling grasses browse!

" The chieftain slays hisfoeman's clan,
The lady broiderss in the hall;
I sit here singing to the cows,
And am the gayest one of all!

" Now of the clumps of spicyfern,
Now .of the juicy grasses taste "
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THE FAIRY FLAG


The fairy wore a grass-green gown,
With golden girdle at her waist;


Her winsome little face upturned,
Her soft gold hair all round her streamed;
Her small pink cheeks like roses burned,
Her wild blue eyes like jewels beamed.


She struck a little harp o' pearl,
As to the browsing kine she sung:
All lightly o'er the fairy bridge
Beyond, a bonnie laddie sprung.


He had Prince Charlie's yellow locks,
His gay blue eyes and lovesome way:
Son of the great Macleod was he -
The castle just beyond him lay.


The fairy lilted loud and sweet,
The laddie turned him round to see;
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ONCE UPON A TIME


She lifted up her little face,
And sweet, and sweet, and sweet, smiled
she.

.- The laddie thro' the heather
Sran,
:-- His tartan blowing out be-
.... .i hind,
..".. The little fairy, gowned in
Thro' the heather,
green,
Wi' little harp o' pearl, to find.

And since you are a mortal bairn,
And yet have shunned me not," she said,
A fairy gift I'll give to thee,
To-morrow, when the west is red.

And since you have a bonny face,
I'll give to thee a fairy kiss,
To take the bitter from thy woe,
And add a sweetness to thy bliss."
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THE FAIRY FLAG


She kissed the laddie's blushing cheek,
And all the air grew sweet around,
As if a million flowers bloomed out-
And then she vanished from the ground.

The western sky all roses was,
And round the Macleod's Maidens' feet
Foam-wreaths to wreaths of roses turned.
The fairy lilted loud and sweet;

The laddie o'er the fairy bridge,
Came running lightly to her side:
" And have you brought the fairy gift
You promised me last night?" he cried.

The flag was green as springtide sward
What time the sun upon it lies,
And shot with threads of glittering gold,
And filled with spots of gold, like eyes

She put it in the laddie's hand:
Once waved, 'twill bring thee thy desire,







ONCE UPON A TIME


And twice, and thrice but not again;
Then cast it, worthless, in the fire "

A shadow o'er her gown o' green,
A shadow o'er her winsome face,
A shadow o'er her golden hair,
Came softly creeping on apace.

The fairy through the shadow shone,
And struck her little harp o' pearl;
Then vanished in the shadow's heart,
Wi' golden and wi' rosy swirl.

The laddie held the fairy flag,
Alone in twilight gray and cold;
And stood and looked, his wondering eyes
All filled with dancing motes of gold.



The laddie's yellow beard had grown;
He'd wedded with a lady fair;
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THE FAIRY FLAG


"A little son, with his same bonnie yellow hair."


51







ONCE UPON A TIME


And he had got a little son,
With his same bonnie yellow hair.

And always had the fairy's kiss,
She gave to him so long ago,
Added a sweetness to his bliss,
And ta'en the bitter from his woe.

But never yet the fairy flag
Had waved upon the castle wall;
For with his stalwart arm and sword,
His troubles he had breasted all.

" Oh, where's my little laddie gone ?"
The lady left her 'broidery frame;
Through every castle window peered,
With tearful eyes, the gentle dame.

Then Macleod called his followers out,
And loud the castle trumpets blew:
"Oh, Macleod's heir is strayed awa',
And on the heather falls the dew.
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THE FAIRY FLAG


" And on the heather falls the dew;
Shadows are floating o'er the sea.


"His mother looked out o'er the sea."


Oh, where's my little laddie gone ? -
I pray ye bring him back to me! "

They searched along the chalk-white cliffs,
Upon the dizzy hanging paths;
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ONCE UPON A TIME


They sought him on their breezy tops,
Along the strips of grassy straths.

They called Macleod" down the hill;
They called Macleod down the vale;
They hailed the shepherd with his flock,
The maiden with her milking-pail.

They searched Dunvergan castle thro';
Each dungeon in the thick stone wall
They peered within, but only found
The prisoned foemen, grim and tall.

His mother looked out o'er the sea,
To where the Macleod's Maidens" stand,
To see, above the foam-wreaths, rise
His yellow head and waving hand.

The laddie came not, when the moon
With all the stars sailed out in sight,
And Macleod's Tables," tops of snow,
Were cloth of silver in her light.
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THE FAIRY FLAG


" Bring out, bring out the fairy flag !
I'll wave it from the topmost tower!
There'll come no direr need than this,
For Macleod's race has lost its flower "

Macleod then waved the fairy flag;
It looked a net of golden wire;
Its streaks of gold and spots of gold
All linked and curled like tongues of fire.

There came a twang o' pearly harp,
There came a lilting loud and sweet;
And softly o'er the fairy bridge
There came the dance o' slender feet.

There danced along the fairy bridge
A spot i' the golden light apace:
The laddie at the castle gate
Stood lifting up his bonnie face.

" Oh, I ha' wandered by the burn,
And I ha' wandered by the glen;
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ONCE UPON A TIME


A little leddy all in green,"
He said, has led me home again."

Macleod close furled the fairy flag:
Ye've served me once in blessed stead,
But sorely I'll be pressed again
Ere I will wave ye twice he said.


All day the


L1


By the burn.


chief had held the field,
Nor quailed until the sun
sank low;
His followers, bleeding, round
him lay,
And he was hemmed
in by the foe.

,' "Oh, life is sweet "
-", exclaimed Macleod;
"I love my bairn and
lady dear:







THE FAIRY FLAG


I'll wave again the fairy flag -
But will it bring me succor here ?"

Macleod waved high the fairy flag;
His foemen reeled back at the sight;
For in their cruel eyes there danced
Great spots and bars of golden light.

There came a twang o' pearly harp,
There came a lilting loud and sweet;
And Macleod's foemen turned and fled,
The hills all rang with flying.feet.

Macleod furled close the fairy flag:
"Ye've served me twice in blessed stead,
But I shall in the churchyard lie
Ere I will wave ye thrice he said.

" For if I thrice should wave the flag,
And thrice should get my heart's desire,
Next day might come a sorer need,
When it were ashes in the fire."







ONCE UPON A TIME


Macleod kept well his word: he fought
For life on many a bloody plain;
He tossed in peril on the sea,
Nor waved the fairy flag again.

The hand that waved the fairy flag,
The lips the fairy kissed, are still:
Macleod low in the churchyard lies,
And deaf to lilting sweet and shrill.

But still his kin in misty Skye
The fairy flag in keeping hold;
And sometime from the castle wall
May flash its spots and bars of gold.

But dire indeed shall be the need,
And every other hope be slain,
Before a Macleod of the Isle
Shall wave the fairy flag again.







THE SPOILED DARLING


THE SPOILED DARLING.


SH the ruffles there were on that little
dress, Fanny !
Her mamma does dress her so sweetly, you
know;
And the prettiest sash of pale rose-colored
satin
Tied at her waist in a butterfly-bow.

And her soft, flossy hair, almost a rose-yellow,
Like the roses we had in our garden last year,
Cut short round the fairest blue-veined little
forehead
Oh, if Miss Marion wasn't a dear!

Just perfect she was, the mite of a darling,
From her flower of a head to her pink
slipper-toes !







ONCE UPON A TIME

You will laugh, but she seemed as I looked
at her, Fanny,
A little girl copied right.after a rose

Well, you know how it is: they have petted
the darling,
Her papa and mamma, her uncles and
aunts -
Till, saving the moon, which they can't get
for princes,
There isn't a thing but she has if she wants.

So, last night at the Christmas-tree, Fanny,
It was so funny I laugh at it now -
There was Miss Marion sweeter than honey,
All in her ruffles and butterfly-bow;

She had presents, I thought, enough for a
dozen,
But she seemed heavy-hearted in spite of
it all;
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THE SPOILED DARLING


Her sweet little mouth was all of a quiver,
And there was a teardrop just ready to
fall.

The aunts and the cousins all round her came
crowding;
And what is the matter, my darling, my
dear ?"
She didn't look sulky, but grieved; and I
saw it
Roll down her pink cheek, that trembling
tear;

And she lisped out so honest, Mamie and
Bessie,
And the rest, have pwesents -and 'twas
my Tristmas-tree;
And when I tame in, I fought that the pwes-
ents -
The whole of them on it of tourse were
for me! "







ONCE UPON A TIME

I scarcely could blame her she didn't seem
angry,
But grieved to the heart, the queer little
mite !
And wasn'tt her fault she'd been fed so
much honey,
All the sweet in the world she took as her
right.

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THE BROWNIE'S XMAS


THE BROWNIE'S XMAS.


T HE Brownie who lives in the forest,
Oh, the Christmas bells they ring!
Has done for the farmer's children
Full many a kindly thing:

When their cows were lost in the gloaming,
He has driven them safely home;
He has led their bees to the flowers,
To fill up their golden comb;

At her spinning the little sister
Had napped till the setting sun -
She awoke, and the kindly Brownie
Had gotten it neatly done;

Oh, the Christmas bells they are ringing!
The mother she was away,
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ONCE UPON A TIME


And the Brownie played with the baby,
And tended it all the day;


The little sister napping.


The Brownie who lives in the forest,
Oh, the Christmas hells they ring!
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THE BROWNIE'S XMAS


Has done for the farmer's children
Full many a kindly thing.

'Tis true that they never spied him,
Though their eyes were so sharp and bright,
But there were the tasks all nicely done,
And never a soul in sight.

But the poor little friendly Brownie,
His life was a weary thing;
For he never had been in holy church
And heard the children sing;

And he never had had a Christmas,
Nor bent in prayer his knee;
He had lived for a thousand years,
And all weary-worn was he.

Or that was the story the children
Had heard at their mother's side;
And together they talked it over,
One merry Christmas-tide.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


The pitiful little sister
With her braids of paly gold,
And the little elder brother,
And the darling five-year-old,

All stood in the western window--
'Twas toward the close of day-
And they talked about the Brownie
While resting from their play.

" The Brownie, he has no Christmas,"
The dear little sister said;
A-shaking sadly as she spoke
Her glossy, yellow head;

" The Brownie, he has no Christmas;
While so many gifts had we,
Last night they fairly bent to the floor
The boughs of the Christmas-tree."

Then the little elder brother,
He spake up in his turn,
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THE BROWNIE'S XMAS


His sweet blue eyes were beaming,
And his cheeks began to burn:

" Let us make up for the Brownie
A Christmas bundle now,
To leave in the forest pathway
Where the great oak branches bow.

"We'll mark it, For the Brownie,'
And A Merry Christmas Day!'
And he will be sure to find it,
For he must go home that way !"

Then the tender little sister
With her braids of paly gold,
And the little elder brother,
And the darling five-year-old,

Made up a Christmas bundle
All tied with ribbons gay,
And marked it, For the Brownie,"
With A Merry Christmas Day !"
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ONCE UPON A TIME


And then in the winter twilight,
With shouts of loving glee,
They hied to the wood, and left their gift
Under the great oak-tree.

While the farmer's fair little children
Slept sweet that Christmas night,
Two wanderers through the forest
Came in the clear moonlight.

And neither of them was the Brownie,
But sorry were both as he;
And their hearts, with every footstep,
Were aching heavily.

A slender man with an organ
Strapped on by a leather band,
And a little girl with a tambourine
A-holding close to his hand.

And the little girl with the tambourine, -
Her gown was thin and old;
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THE BROWNIE'S XMAS


And she toiled through the great white forest,
A-shining with the cold.

" And what is there here to do?" she said;
I'm froze i' the light o' the moon!
Shall we play to these sad old forest trees
Some merry and jigging tune ?

"And, father, you know it is Christmas-time;
And had we staid i' the town,
And I gone to one o' the Christmas-trees,
A gift might have fallen down !

"You cannot certainly know it would not!
I'd ha' gone right under the tree
Are you sure that never one Christmas
Is meant for you and me ?"

" These dry, dead leaves," he answered her,
Which the forest casteth down,
Are more than you'd get from a Christmas-tree
In the merry and thoughtless town.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


"Though to-night be the Christ's own birth-
day night,
And all the world has grace,
There is not a home in all the world
Which has for us a place."

Slow plodding down the forest path,
Now, what is this ? he said;
Then he lifted the children's bundle,
And For the Brownie," read.

The tears came into his weary eyes:
Now if this be done," said he,
" Somewhere in the world perhaps there is
A place for you and me! "

Then the bundle he opened softly:
"This is children's tender thought;
Their own little Christmas presents
They have to the Brownie brought.

If there lives such tender pity
Toward a thing so dim and low,
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THE BROWNIE'S XMAS

There must be kindness left on earth
Of which I did not know.


"Oh! He's taken the bundle."

"Oh, children, there's never a Brownie-
That sorry, uncanny thing;
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ONCE UPON A TIME


But nearest and next are the homeless
When the Christmas joy-bells ring."

Loud laughed the little daughter,
As she gathered the toys in her gown:
" Oh, father, this oak is my Christmas-tree,
And my present has fallen down! "

Then away they went through the forest,
The wanderers, hand in hand;
And the snow, they were both so merry,
It glinted like golden sand.

Down the forest the elder brother,
In the morning clear and cold,
Came leading the little sister,
And the darling five-year-old.

" Oh," he cries, he's taken the bundle !"
As carefully round he peers;
" And the Brownie has gotten a Christmas
After a thousand years !"
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THE CHRISTMAS BALL


THE CHRISTMAS BALL.


THE fiddlers were scraping so cheerily, 0,
With a one, two, three, and a one, two,
three,
And the children were dancing so merrily, 0,
All under the shade of the Christmas-tree.


0, bonny the fruit on its
grows!
And the mistletoe bough
hung!
The fiddlers they rosined
bows,
And the brave little lad
swung.


branches which

from the ceiling

their squeaking

Is their partners


Oh, the fiddlers they played such a merry tune,
With a one, two, three, and a one, two, three,
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ONCE UPON A TIME


And the children they blossomed like roses
in June,
All under the boughs of the Christmas-tree.

And the fiddlers were scrap-
ing so merrily, 0,
With a one, two, three, and 2
a one, two, three; '
And the children were dan-
cing so cheerily, 0,
All under the shade of the
Christmas-tree-

When, all of a sudden, a fairy- The giri-forY kn cobweb
land crew
Came whirling airily into the room,
As light as the fluffy balls, they flew,
Which fly from the purple thistle-bloom.

There were little girl-fairies in cobweb frocks
All spun by spiders from golden threads,
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THE CHRISTMAS BALL


With butterfly-wings and glistening locks,
And wreaths of dewdrops around their
heads!

There were little boy-fairies in jew-
elled coats
Of pansy velvet, of cost un-
told,
With chains of daisies around
their throats,
And their heads all powdered
with lily-gold!

The boy-fat.n jewelled The fiddlers they laughed till
they scarce could see,
And then they fiddled so cheerily, 0,
And the fairies and children around the tree,
They all went tripping so merrily, 0.

The fiddlers they boxed up their fiddles all;
The fairies they silently flew away;







ONCE UPON A TIME

But every child at the Christmas ball
Had danced with a fairy first, they say.

So they told their mothers- and did not you
Ever have such a lovely time at your play,
My boy and my girl, that it seemed quite true
That vou'd played with a fairy all the day ?


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THE PURITAN DOLL


THE PURITAN DOLL.


O UR Puritan fathers, stern and good,
Had never a holiday;
Sober and earnest seemed life to them -
They only stopped working to pray.

And the little Puritan maidens learned
Their catechisms through;
And spun their stents, and wove, themselves,
Their garments of homely blue.

And they never made merry on Christmas
Day -
That savored of Pope and Rome;
And there was never a Christmas-tree
In any Puritan home.

There never was woven a Christmas wreath,
Carols the children never sung,
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ONCE UPON A TIME


And Christmas Eve, in the chimney-place,
There was never a stocking hung.

Sweet little Ruth, with her flaxen hair
All neatly braided and tied,
Was sitting one old December day
At her pretty mother's side.

She listened, speaking never a word,
With her serious, thoughtful look,
To the Christmas story her mother read
Out of the good old Book.

" I'll tell thee, Ruth !" her mother cried,
Herself scarce more than a girl,
As she smoothed her little daughter's hair,
Lest it straggle out into a curl,

" If thy stent be spun each day this week,
And thou toil like the busy bee,
A Christmas present on Christmas Day
I promise to give to thee."
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THE PURITAN DOLL


And then she talked of those merry times
She never could quite forget;
The Christmas cheer, the holly and yule -
She was hardly a Puritan yet.

She talked of those dear old English days,
With tears in her loving eyes;
And little Ruth heard like a Puritan child,
With a quiet though glad surprise.

But nevertheless she thought of her gift,
As much as would any of you;
And busily round, each day of the week,
Her little spinning-wheel flew.

Tired little Ruth! but oh, she thought
She was paid for it after all,
When her mother gave her on Christmas Day
A little Puritan doll.

'Twas made of a piece of a homespun sheet,
Dressed in a homespun gown







ONCE UPON A TIME


Cut just like Ruth's, and a little cap
With a stiff white muslin crown.

A primly folded muslin cape -
I don't think one of you all
Would have been so bold as to dare to play
With that dignified Puritan doll.

Dear little Ruth showed her delight
In her pretty, quiet way;
She sat on her stool in the great fire-place,
And held her doll all day.

And then (she always said good-night"
When the shadows began to fall)
She was so happy she went to sleep
Still holding her Puritan doll.







THE GIFT THAT NONE COULD SEE


THE GIFT THAT NONE
COULD SEE.


" "HERE are silver pines on the win-
I dow-pane,
A forest of them," said he;
" And a huntsman is there with a silver horn,
Which he bloweth right merrily.

"And there are a flock of silver ducks
A-flying over his head;
And a silver sea and a silver hill
In the distance away," he said.

" And all this is on the window-pane,
My pretty mamma, true as true! "
She lovingly smiled; but she looked not up,
And faster her needle flew.
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ONCE UPON A TIME


A dear little fellow the speaker was -
Silver and jewels and gold,
Lilies and roses and honey-flowers,
In a sweet little bundle rolled.

He stood by the frosty window-pane
Till he tired of the silver trees,
The huntsman blowing his silver horn,
The hills and the silver seas;

And he breathed on the flock of silver ducks,
Till he melted them quite away;
And he saw the street, and the people pass -
And the morrow was Christmas Day.

" The children are out, and they laugh and
shout,
I know what it's for," said he;
"And they're dragging along, my pretty
mamma,
A fir for a Christmas-tree."
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THE GIFT THAT NONE COULD SEE


He came and stood by his mother's side:
To-night it is Christmas Eve;
And is there a gift somewhere for me,
Gold mamma, do you believe?"

Still the needle sped in her slender hands:
My little sweetheart," said she,
" The Christ Child has planned this Christ-
mas, for you,
His gift that you cannot see."

The boy looked up with a sweet, wise look
On his beautiful baby-face:
"Then my stocking I'll hang for the Christ
Child's gift,
To-night, in the chimney-place."

On Christmas morning the city through,
The children were queens and kings,
With their royal treasuries bursting o'er
With wonderful, lovely things.






ONCE UPON A TIME

But the merriest child in the city full,
And the fullest of all with glee,
Was the one whom the dear Christ Child
had brought
The gift that he could not see.

" Quite empty it looks, oh my gold mamma,
The stocking I hung last night! "
"So then it is full of the Christ Child's
gift."
And she smiled till his face grew bright.

"Now, sweetheart," she said, with a patient
look
On her delicate, weary face,
" I must go and carry my sewing home,
And leave thee a little space.

"Now stay with thy sweet thoughts, heart's
delight,
And I soon will be back to thee."
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THE GIFT THAT NONE COULD SEE


" I'll play, while you're gone, my pretty
mamma,
With my gift that I cannot see."

He watched his mother pass down the street;
Then he looked at the window-pane
Where a garden of new frost-flowers had
bloomed
While he on his bed had lain.

Then he tenderly took up his empty sock,
And quietly sat awhile,
Holding it fast, and eying it
With his innocent, trusting smile.

" I am tired of waiting," he said at last;
"I think I will go and meet
My pretty mamma, and come with her
A little way down the street.

" And I'll carry with me, to keep it safe,
My gift that I cannot see."
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ONCE UPON A TIME

And down the street 'mid the chattering crowd,
He trotted right merrily.










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"My stocking is full to the top, kind sir."

"And where are you going, you dear little
man ?"
They called to him as he passed;
86







THE GIFT THAT NONE COULD SEE


"That empty stocking why do you hold
In your little hand so fast? "

Then he looked at them with his honest eyes,
And answered sturdily:
" My stocking is full to the top, kind sirs,
Of the gift that I cannot see."

They would stare and laugh, but he trudged
along,
With his stocking fast in his hand:
"And I wonder why 'tis that the people all
Seem not to understand "

" Oh, my heart's little flower! she cried to
him,
A-hurrying down the street;
" And why are you out on the street alone ?
And where are you going, my sweet?"

" I was coming to meet you, my pretty
mamma,
With my gift that I cannot see;
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ONCE UPON A TIME


But tell me, why do the people laugh,
And stare at my gift and me ?"

Like the Maid at her Son, in the Altar-piece,
So loving she looked, and mild:
" Because, dear heart, of all that you met,
Not one was a little child."

O thou who art grieving at Christmas-tide,
The lesson is meant for thee;
That thou mayst get Christ's loveliest gifts
In ways thou canst not see;

And how, although no earthly good
Seems into thy lot to fall,
Hast thou a trusting child-like heart,
Thou hast the best of all.









A LITTLE CALLER


A LITTLE CALLER.



LONG, long ago, she ambled to town, her
flaxen curls bobbed up and down,
N. .


"Long ago, she ambled to town."
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ONCE UPON A TIME


Her best blue ribbons fluttered gay, and she
had some calling-cards of her own -
Long, long ago, the people cried, There
rides the sweet little Arabella,
She goes for to make a wedding-call, to-day,
on the Prince and Cinderella! "




KATY-DID-KATY-DIDN'T.



W HO was Katy, who was she,
That you prate of her so long?
Was she just a little lassie
Full of smiles and wiles and song?

Did she spill the cups o' dew
Filled for helpless, thirsty posies ?
Did she tie a butterfly
Just beyond the reach o' roses?
90







KATY-DID -KAT Y-DIDN'T


Slandered she some sweet dumb thing?
Called a tulip dull and plain,
Said the clover had no fragrance,
And the lily had a stain?

Did she mock the pansies' faces,
Or a grandpa-longlegs flout ?
Did she chase the frightened fireflies
Till their pretty lamps went out ?

Well, whatever 'twas, 0 Katy!
We believe no harm of you;
And we'll join your stanch defenders,
Singing Katy-didn't," too.







ONCE UPON A TIME


SLIDING DOWN HILL.


THERE is ice on the hill, hurrah, hurrah!
We can slide quite down to the pas-
ture-bar,
Where the cows at night, in the summer
weather,
Would stand a-waiting and lowing together.
Tie your tippet closer, John,"
That was what their mother said;
"All of you put mittens on -
The broom will answer for a sled !"

They had never a sled, but dragged in its room,
Just as gayly, behind them, the worn kitchen-
broom;
John, Sammy, and Tom, and their sweet lit-
tle sister,







SLIDING DOWN HILL


With her cheeks cherry-red, where the wind
had kissed her.
"You can watch, sis, that's enough,"
That was what her brother's said;
Keep your hands warm in your muff-
Girls can't slide without a sled !"

"Oh! where in the world is there aught so nice
As to slide down the pasture-hill on the ice ?
Quite down to the bar, sis, see, we are going,
Where the cows each night in summer stood
lowing."
"If I were a boy, like you-"
This was what their sister said,
Watching as they downward flew-
I would make a girl a sled "






ONCE UPON A TIME


LITTLE PEACHLING.
A Japanese Folk-lore Story.



AT the foot of the Golden Dragon Hill,
Ages ago, in a snug little house
With a roof of dark-brown, velvety thatch,
There lived an old woodman and his spouse.

One morning his bill-hook the old man took:
"To the mountain, to cut me a fagot, I'll
hie,
While you, 0 Koyo, the linen can wash
In the river which rushes and gurgles by."

Oh! the merry old man to the mountain hied,
Past young rice-fields in the morning sun,
Toward the dark fir-trees on the mountain side,
Standing forth in its silence, every one.







LITTLE PEACHLING


From wild camellias and white plum-trees,
In his twinkling old eyes the spider-webs
swung;
And he merrily brushed by the green bam-
boos,
With his bill-hook over his shoulder hung.


And a uguisu sang in a tall cherry-tree
As the smiling old wife to the river-side
went:
" Oh, red is the sun she cheerily sang,
As she patiently over her washing bent.


"Oh, red is the sun! and the rice-fields green-
Now what is that in the river I see ?
It's the rosiest peach in the whole of Japan;
And it's coming a-floating, a-floating to me.


"Now, here is a feast for my darling old man,
Oh, the great Shogun not a finer can get!




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