Oh, dream uv de fallin' watahs an' de never endin' spring.
Oh, de roses, Oh, de rainbows, Oh, de music's gentle swell,
In de dreamland uv little childun, whar de blessed sperrits dwell."
"Dar now, dar now, he's gone. Bless its little heart, da treats it like a dog." And then
she tucked him away in the paradise of his childish slumber.
OLD BLACK "MAMMY."
The day will come when the South will build a monument to the good old black mammy of the past for the lullabies she has sung.
I sometimes wish that childhood might last forever. That sweet fairy land on the frontier of life, whose skies are first lighted with the sunrise of the soul, and in whose bright-tinted jungles the lions, and leopards, and tigers of passion still peacefully sleep. The world is disarmed by its innocence, the drawn bow is relaxed, and the arrow is returned to its quiver; the Ægis of Heaven is above it, the outstretched wings of mercy, pity, and measureless love!