"So up we go! Good-by, mamma, by, mamma, by, mamma;
So up we go! Good-by, mamma,
So early in the evening!
I'm going off to sleepy-land, sleepy-land, sleepy-land,
I'm going off to sleepy-land:
To all good folks I kiss my hand,
So early in the evening!"
Emily Carter.
WHAT BRAVO TOLD RORY.
"Tell us a story, Kate," said Emma.
"Yes, do," chimed in Bertha.
"Will you tell us a story?" said Herbert.
Thus entreated by these dear, good children, I could not refuse. So while their three heads, close together, with their bright faces beaming upon me and upon each other, formed a pretty picture, I told them this story about two shepherd-dogs, Bravo and Rory:—
"When farmer John and his bride moved into their little white house, a mile from the old homestead, they took with them the young dog, Bravo, and left Rory to guard the old house. Bravo was large and wide awake, but only five months old. He seemed very happy in his new home. His master taught him many curious things; and for a week or more he showed no signs of home-sickness.
"But when old Toss, from the tannery near by, made an attack upon him, although Bravo's fleetness saved him from harm, he began to wish he had never left his puppy-hood's home to live with farmer John. Down he sat at the door of his kennel, with a lonely and forsaken look, trying to smooth down the hair of his sleek coat that old Toss had ruffled.