JENNY.
"Well, you may take mine, Rosy,
And play with her: I know
You will be very gentle,
Because I love her so.
She's but a common dolly,
She has a simple dress;
But then to me she's pretty,
I love her none the less.
I have one place to keep her,—
The closet's lowest shelf:
With mother's help I'm learning
To make her clothes myself.
I kiss her and caress her,
And, when the daylight flies,
I tenderly undress her,
And sing her lullabies.
Kate's doll is fine to look at,
All decked with lace and gold;
But mine's the dearest dolly
In all this world to hold."
MARIAN DOUGLAS.
THE FAITHFUL SENTINEL.
HEN there is war, the safety of an army may depend on the quickness and courage of one sentinel. If he sleeps at his post, he is shot. The sentinel I am to tell you about never fell asleep on duty, never ran away from an enemy, carried no musket, and wore no uniform.
