PART II.

Among the Little Folk.

PART II.

Among the Little Folk.

BABY-LAND.

"How many miles to Baby-land?"

'Any one can tell;

Up one flight,

To the right;

Please to ring the bell."

"What can you see in Baby-land?"
"Little folks in white-
Downy heads,

"What do they say in Baby-land?" "Why, the oddest things;

Might as well

Try to tell

What a birdie sings!"

"Who is the Queen of Baby-land?"

Mother, kind and sweet;

And her love,

Born above,

Guides the little feet."

NELLY TELLS HOW BABY CAME.

THERE'S no use of your talking, for mamma told me so,
And if there's any one that does, my mamma ought to know;
For she has been to Europe and seen the Pope at Rome,
Though she says that was before I came to live with her at
home.

You see we had no baby, - unless you call me one,

And I have grown so big, you know, 't would have to be in fun, When I went to see grandma, about two weeks ago,

And now we've one, a little one, that squirms and wiggles so.

And mamma says an angel came down from heaven above,
And brought this baby to her for her and me to love;
And it's got the cunningest of feet, as little as can be,
And shining eyes and curly hair, and hands you scarce can see.

And then it never cries a bit, like some bad babies do;
And papa says it looks like me -I don't think so, do you?
For I'm a girl and it's a boy, and boys I can't endure;
Unless they're babies like our own, they 'll plague and tease
you, sure.

But you say the angel did n't come: now you just tell me why; The Bible says there's angels in heaven, and that 's up in the

sky;

And Christ loves little babies, and God made everything,
And if the angels did n't, who did our baby bring?

You can't tell: no, I guess you can't, but mamma ought to know,

For it's her baby hers and ours- - and mamma told me so; And they don't make any cunning things like him on earth, you

see,

For no wax doll, with real hair, is half so nice as he.

I know an angel brought him, and I think one brought me too; Though I don't just now remember, and so can't tell, can you ? But mamma knows; and this I know, the baby was n't home When I went away, and now he is. If you want to see him,

come.

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For mamma says if I am good I can kiss him every day,
And we'll kiss him now, and then go out and have a nice long

play;

And if anybody asks you how babies come and go,

Why, tell them it's the angels, for mamma told me so.

THOMAS S. COLLIER.