NEL-LY'S PET LAMB.
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This lit-tle Lamb was brought to Nell The day its old ewe mo-ther died, And, now it knows and loves her well, It will not go from Nel-ly's side. A-long the hall, and up the stair, You hear its lit-tle pat-ter-ing toes: Her Pet will fol-low every-where A-bout the house, where Nel-ly goes. |
ROSE'S VA-LEN-TINE.
| ROSE. The post-man has been, dear mam-ma, And has brought me a let-ter so fine; And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far, So pret-ty a let-ter as mine. And, pray, will you read it to me, Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss? I wish very much to know who it can be That has sent me a let-ter like this. MAM-MA. To the lot of our dear lit-tle Rose We trust every bless-ing may fall; And this is the prayer and the fond hope of those Who love her most dear-ly of all. So now, lit-tle Rose, can you guess Who sent you this let-ter by post? ROSE. Oh, yes, dear mam-ma, I can tell you; oh, yes! For you, and pa-pa, love me most. |
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