re flickering up aloft,
And the head-light's peeping over
Yonder hill-top capped with clover;
Chickens long have gone to rest,
Birds lie snug within their nest,
And my birdie soon will be
Sleeping with the chick-a-dee,
For with only half a try,
Winkum, winkum, shuts her eye.

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_BABY'S BELL_.

Jingle! jingle! baby's bell;
What a tale its tongue might tell.
Could it speak it sure would say,
"When the baby's tired with play,
And is getting cross, don't try
To jingle bells, but hush-a-bye;
All so still, now crooning low,
Lull-a-bye, bye-o, bye-o,--
Quiet down his quaking nerves,
Soothe him as his state deserves;--
Passing hand from head to feet,
Sl-o-w-l-y, softly, loving, sweet,
As to smooth the feathers down,
Rumpled, from your birdling's crown;-- {19}
See, he sleeps, and in his dream
Yours may hand of angel seem,
Raveling out the tangled ills,
Knitting up with restful thrills."

_WILLY-NILLY_.

Willy-Nilly, birdy sings,
For he's running over
With the music that he flings
To his sweet bird-lover;--
Willy-nilly, baby laughs,
Gay and glad and gleeful;
Brimming over high with health,
She is always playful.

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_BABY'S RECORD_.

New-born baby, soft and pink,
Of the two worlds on the brink.

One month old,--eat and sleep;
Precious little human heap.

Two months old,--tear and smile;
Fists in mouth and eyes the while.

Three months old,--"goo-a-goo,"
Windows wide where soul looks through.

Four months old,--finds his toes,
Tries to fix them on his nose.

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Five months old,--first wee pearl;
All the household in a whirl.

Six months old,--sits alone;
Wishes swaddling clothes were gone.

Seven months old,--creep and crawl,
Wonder-eyed, a charm to all.

Eight months old,--confiscate
Pussy's tail and papa's pate.

Nine months old,--roguish eyes
Deepening daily; wilful, wise.

Ten months old,--witching ways
Wind us in; the baby pays!

Eleven months old,--finger-tip
Guides the elfin on his trip.

Year old,--lots of mischief done;
Walking, talking, just for fun.

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_SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY_.

Sleep now, my sweetey,
Dear one, and pretty!
Weary with playing,
Weary with straying,
Stop little thinkers,
Shut little winkers;
Sleep, little sweetey,
Precious and pretty.

Sleep now, my sweetey,
De