M. E. R.
"POPPING CORN."
Bring a yellow ear of corn, and then rub, rub, rub,
Till the kernels rattle off from the nub, nub, nub!
Then put them in a hopper made of wire, wire, wire,
And set the little hopper on the fire, fire, fire!
If you find them getting lively, give a shake, shake, shake;
And a very pretty clatter they will make, make, make:
You will hear the heated grains going pop, pop, pop;
All about the little hopper, going hop, hop, hop!
When you see the yellow corn turning white, white, white,
You may know that the popping is done right, right, right:
When the hopper gets too full, you may know, know, know,
That the fire has changed your corn into snow, snow, snow:
Turn the snow into a dish, for it is done, done, done;
Then pass it round and eat—for that's the fun, fun, fun!
Fleta F.
THE POOR BLIND WOMAN.
I have a true story to tell about a colored woman who lives in the city of Salem, not far from Boston.