Florence.—Read what I said to Rita in last week's paper.
Isn't it fun to put your dollies to bed at night? We hope you undress them carefully, little girls, and fold up their garments, and put on their night-gowns nicely. Here is a rhyme for you to sing to them when they are going to sleep:
A BED-TIME SONG.
Hushaby, baby—now, baby, don't cry;
You are quite safe, dear, when mother is by.
Lullaby, dolly, lie still now, and rest,
Safe in your cradle as bird in a nest.
Hushaby, baby—now, baby, be good;
Only the naughty are angry and rude.
Lullaby, dolly, to-morrow you'll ride
Out in your carriage, with me by your side.
Hushaby, baby—you sweet little pet!
Mother is pleased when her baby don't fret.
Lullaby, lullaby, what shall I do?
For I am afraid I am half asleep too.
And as we do not mean to neglect the boys, here is a song for them:
HURRAH!
Hurrah for the ice,
For the snow and sleet!
Hurrah for the wind
That is fierce and fleet!
Hurrah for lessons!
Hurrah for fun
When lessons are over,
And school is done!
Hurrah for the boys
Who are full of glee!
Hurrah for old winter!
The time for me!
Lucy P. N.—Mr. James Payn is writing a series of articles descriptive of thrilling adventures, experiences, and disasters. They appear under the general title of "Perils and Privations," and will be given from time to time. They will not be dependent upon each other for interest, but each will stand by itself. We are glad you like such reading.