Sweet is the way to Bye-lo-land,
Guided by mother's gentle hand.
Little lambs now are in the fold,
Little birds nestle from the cold.
Swing so,
Bye-lo!
Baby is safe in Bye-lo-land!
George Cooper.
THE ENCOUNTER.
Mr. Jones.—Good-morning, madam. It is a fine day. Are you going out for a walk?
Mrs. Smith.—I was just taking my little Aldabella out for an airing. Poor child! She has been kept in the house so long by the bad weather, that she has lost all her color.
Mr. Jones.—Be careful, and don't let her catch the whooping-cough.
Mrs. Smith.—O sir! you alarm me. Is it much about?