are arranged by months for the school year, the collection is so good
as to fill a useful place in the home library. At the end of the book
are a few pages of wisely chosen little selections of poetry and
prose, truly called Helps for the Day's Work.

OSTERTAG, BLANCHE (Editor and Illustrator).
Old Songs for Young America.
Music arranged by Clarence Forsyth.
Doubleday. 2.00

The familiar songs, set to the music of the old tunes, and charmingly
illustrated,--the costumes those of olden days. Some of the pictures
are in color and some in black and white. The Monkey's Wedding, Bobby
Shafto, and Old Dan Tucker, are included in the contents.

OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS.
Harper. 1.25

This carefully chosen collection--in which American poets are well
represented--although made over thirty years ago, still holds its (p. 46)
own as a standard. One of the divisions is devoted to hymns.

TAYLOR, JANE and ANN.
Little Ann, and Other Poems.
Illustrated by Kate Greenaway.
Warne. 1.00

It is a good thing for children to learn from these quaint verses,
with their charming illustrations, the sort of reading which pleased
the small folks of long ago. The Taylors seldom struck so happy a vein
as in the poem called The Field Daisy, which begins:

"I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the Spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is covered flat
With a white and yellow hat."

I prefer the little girls and boys ... that come as you call them, fair
or dark, in green ribbons or blue. I like making cowslip fields grow
and apple-trees bloom at a moment's notice. That is what it is, you
see, to have gone through life with an enchanted land ever beside
you.--Kate Greenaway to Ruskin.

RELIGION AND ETHICS

Little Jesus, wast Thou shy
Once, and just so small as I?
And what did it feel like to be
Out of Heaven, and just like me?
Didst Thou sometimes think of _there_,

And ask where all the angels were? (p. 47)
I should think that I would cry
For my house all made of sky;
I would look about the air,
And wonder where the angels were;
And at waking 'twould distress me--
Not an angel there to dress me!

Hadst Thou ever any toys,
Like us little girls and boys?
And didst Thou play in Heaven with all