THE BIRD'S NEST. ARK it well, within, without! M No tool had he that wrought, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, Could make me such another? Hurdis. L March 19th. LITTLE FLorence. ITTLE Florence, fond and free, Playing by the apple-tree, Laughing at her mother's knee. Where the grass and sunshine me : Joyful Florence !-life is sweet. David Raeside. I March 20th. THE OLD HOUSE. REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, T. Hood. FAIRIES. OME, follow, follow me, Ce fairy elves that be, Light tripping o'er the green, Shakespeare. March 22d. VULGAR CHARLOTTE. JT, mamma, now," said Charlotte, "pray don't you "BUT, believe That I'm better than Jenny, my nurse? Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve; Her clothes are a thousand times worse." "Gentility, Charlotte," her mother replied, But nothing's so vulgar as folly and pride, Miss Taylor. March 230. DAISIES. AISIES, ye flowers of lowly birth, ᎠᏎ Embroid❜rers of the carpet earth, That stud the velvet sod; Open to spring's refreshing air, In sweetest smiling bloom declare Your Maker and my God. John Clare. "GOD KNOWS, MAMMA !” "N"Lay me," lisped the tiny lips OW I lay," say it darling; Of my daughter, kneeling, bending, Anon. TH March 25th. GREEN TREES. HE green trees whispered low and mild- They were my playmates when a child, And rocked me in their arms so wild! Still they looked at me and smiled. Longfellow. March 26th. GENIE'S BIRTHDAY. HOU art plucking spring roses, Genie, THOU Thou hast unfolded to-day, Genie, But the roses will live and die, Genie, Many and many a time, Ere thou hast unfolded quite, Genie Grown into maiden prime. Miss Jewsbury. |