true.

{87}

Three cunning dimples, one deep in her chin,
And one in each cheek--Ah! they're just twin and twin.

Four little fingers to clutch mamma's hair,
But sweeter than honeycomb, even when there.

Five, we may call it, with little Tom Thumb,
And that fist in her mouth is as sweet as a plum.

Six wonderful pearls her bright coral lips hide,
And the Kohinoor's nothing these pure pearls beside.

Seven brown wavelets are ever in motion,
And silken floss to them is naught, to our notion.

Eight little giggles run over with glee--
And more if you call them, so merry is she.

Nine songs, (they're Greek tho' to all but mamma),
Make us think she is destined, an Opera Star.

Ten toddling steps, but to us full of grace,
For our babe in our hearts ever holds the first place.

{88}

_TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES_.

Two little pink shoes standing by the head
Of our Nanny sleeping in the trundle-bed;

On the little table, waiting for the morn,
Two little pink shoes, our Nanny to adorn.

{89}

Two little bright eyes, peeping open wide,
Spied the little table, and the pink shoes spied.

Two little fat hands climbing up to catch;
Two little fat feet following to match.

Two little fat arms hug them to her breast;
Two little fat legs run to show the rest.

Never more a treasure can our Nancy choose,
That will give such pleasure as these two pink shoes.

* * * * *

In your work or your play,
When you read, talk, or write,
Sit always, my child,
With your back to the light,

{90}

_BABY PEARL_.

Now listen while I tell you, child,
That I am quite a grown-up girl,
For I can read, and spell my name,
While you,--why, you're just Baby Pearl.

I help mamma to "house-keep," too,
Although she says I make a whirl!
But I can wipe the forks and spoons,
While you, Ah, you're just Baby Pearl.

And then I dress myself, you see,
And comb my hair when not in curl,
And I can make my dolly's clothes,
While you, you're only Baby Pearl.

{91}

Tis true, mamma says I must be
"A very pattern little girl,"
Just all for you, and I shall try
Because, because, you're Baby Pearl.

* * * * *

_MY VALENTINE_.

Dearest little lover mine,
Sweetest, pertest valentine;
"Desht I'm two years old," he says,--
Blessings on his pretty ways,--
"'Tan't I be your valentine?"