OUR ONE-YEAR-OLD.
All the people love her,
For she is our darling;
Good and sweet and bright is she,
Never cross nor snarling.
Bob, the savage bull-dog,
Lamb-like waits upon her;
Hens and geese and turtle-doves
Come to do her honor.
"Bless her!" says the raven,
"Oh! you cannot match her;"
Swallows fly about her head,
Kittens do not scratch her.
For she is so gentle,
All the folks obey her;
Even little tom-tit comes
His respects to pay her.
From the German.
WALTER'S DISAPPOINTMENT.
"Here is the last white rose in my garden," said Laura to her brother Walter; "and you shall have it if you will be a good boy."
"I don't want a white rose," said Walter; "and, if I can't go with Jim Bacon and the other fellows on the pond, I'll not be a good boy: I'll make myself as disagreeable as I can."
"Why, Walter, what a threat!" said Laura, laughing; "but you are a good deal like the minister's dog Bunkum, who barks terribly, but never bites."