PORTRAITS FOR LITTLE FOLKS.

This is Master Baby,
Paying a morning call,
Sitting so good upon his chair,
But speaking not at all.
Listening to every word,
The funny little man!
Wondering at the news he hears,
Thinking all he can.

This little lady,
I'd have you know,
Is Miss Mary Vernon,
With cheeks in a glow.
She has a doll Bella,
Quite dear to her heart,
And takes her to ride
In a nice little cart.

This is Tommy Trip:
Bubbles he can blow;
When a bubble breaks too soon,
Tommy cries, "Don't go!"
Older folks I know,
Who their fine schemes make,
And, when any fine scheme fails,
Cry, "Oh, do not break!"

'Tis the winter cold,
All the ponds are ice;
Susan loves the winter cold,
Calls the weather nice.
Warm with muff and coat,
She can go and skate;
She can glide along the ice
At a merry rate.

This is Mary Jane,
See! she has a saucer:
To her cat she says,
"Give me up your paw, sir.
I've some fresh, nice milk
You will relish greatly."
Pussy then put up her paw;
All this happened lately.

This is Baby May:
She looks out to spy
If her own dear papa comes
On the road near by.
Yes, she sees him now,
He is coming fast;
For he loves his Baby May,
Loves her first and last.
K. G.