Little mind that's busy,
Filled with childish care.

Lips from which the kisses
Bubble all day long,
Tongue that's ever singing
Some sweet cradle-song.

How I love my baby
Words can never tell;
And she--she loves papa
Just as much and well.

She's the dearest fairy
That was ever seen;
And from Heaven I'm certain
Came my baby Jean!

F.E. HAMILTON.

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THE FRIENDLY DOG.


Poor Old Whitey! He fell lame, and was turned out in a little field to
starve. And he would have starved, if it hadn't been for Milo.