[LITTLE LOTTIE'S GRIEVANCE.]
PAUL H. HAYNE.
Mamma's in Heaven! and so, you see, My sister Bet's mamma to me.
Oh! yes, I love her!...that's to say, I love her well the whole bright day; For Sis is kind as kind can be, Until, indeed, we've finished tea— Then (why did God make ugly night?) She never, never treats me right. But always says, "Now Sleepy-Head, 'Tis getting late! come up to bed!"
Just when the others, Fred and Fay, Dolly and Dick, are keen for play,— Card-houses, puzzles, painted blocks, Cat-corner, and pert Jack-in-the-box— I must (it's that bad gas, I think, That makes me, somehow, seem to wink!) Must leave them all, to seek the gloom Of sister Bet's close-curtained room, Put on that long, stiff gown I hate, And go to bed—oh, dear! at eight!
"GHOSTS."