ON SEEING A LOVELY CHILD.
How sweet is the dawn of an infant—
How fondly caressed is the smile;
The mother, though tired and weary,
Forgets all, when blessed with her child.
When the beautiful bud has expanded,
And opens its bloom to our view;
Oh, then we see with advantage,
What Nature intended to do.
And now she can play and can prattle—
With her doll and her toys loves to dwell;
And who upon earth is so happy,
As the dear little girl, Abby Bell.
A WISH FOR THE SAILOR.
May the winds and the waves prove auspicious to thee,
And waft you safe on where your wishes may be;
Then Heaven befriend you, and reward all your toil,
And load up your ship with a pressure of oil.
FOOTNOTES:
[A] After a great fall of snow, sleds, with cattle attached, filled with men and boys, with floating banners and merry bells, cut their way through the snow; thus making the streets passable for lighter vehicles, and for foot passengers.