THE WHOLE FAMILY

W But a great acrobat?

HO is soft, pink and fat,

Who everything knows,
But plays with his toes;
And sleeps day or night,
And eats not a bite-
Baby!

Who is it that can
Wear form of a man;
Be a cat-mee-ow yow,
Or a dog-bow wow wow?
Gives ride on his knee

Over country and sea-
Father!

Who is it, I pray,
Can sing all the day?
Who understands Goo
And other tongue new,
And cures without drugs,

By kisses and hugs

Mother!

-EDWIN L. SABIN.

WHEN BABY SAT UP

MOTH

OTHER, dearest, come and see me, Come and help me, Mother dear, For the world's all topsy turvy

And my head feels very queer

What has happened to the ceiling?
I can't find it anywhere,

Though I twist and turn my body,
Twist and turn and twist and stare.

What is Father doing, Mother?
See him move his feet and legs!
See, he's really hanging on them
And they hold him up like pegs.

Oh, is that what you call "walking"?
Doesn't Father really fly?

Can you walk the wall like Father?
And when I grow big, shall I?

"Not a wall that Father walks on, "But a floor, a bottom-wall?" Why I never knew there was one And I thought Pa told me all.

WHEN BABY SAT UP-(Continued)

Mother, Mother, come here quickly!
Oh, my dear, what shall I do?
My poor body's bent completely-
Bent or broken into two!

No more stunts for Baby, Mother-
Put me back into my bed,

I am tired now and sleepy;
Let me rest my weary head.

-DR. S.. S. GOLDWATER.

MARY'S GRAND

ARY had a little grand,

MAR

It had two rows of keys,

The one was black-as black as ink-
The other as white as snow.

When they were touched by Mary's hand
They gave out tunes with ease,
And everywhere at Mary's wink
The grand was sure to go.

-FANNIE Bloomfield Zeisler.

EXPLORATION

Y nursie said, this afternoon

MY While playing on the sand,

That if I'd dig, and dig, and dig,
I'd get to China-land.

So, with my spoon and spade, I dug
Until my arm was lame,

And in the bottom of the hole
A little water came.

Now I'm afraid that maybe p'raps
My shovel may have hit
Against a Chinese laundry tub

And made a leak in it!

-MARY STREET WHITTEN.

TO BABIES THE WORLD OVER

From the Hindoo:

BABY, baby, go to bed,

Tea and sugar and milk and bread,
Milk and bread and sugar and tea,
And then, little baby, wake for me!

From the Japanese:

A

big bamboo grove,

(the hair)

And a little grove one sees, (the eyebrows)

A window for the light,

And a hive for the bees; A road to the hive,

(the eye)

(the nose)

(down between eyebrows)