To where the Blue-bells play.

"Yet when the storm is loudest,
At deep midnight I dream,
And up and down upon the lea
To chase the wind I seem;
While by my side, in feathered cap,
There runs the Fairy King,
And down below,
Beneath the snow,
We hear the Blue-bells ring--
D!
DI! DIN!
DING!
Such happy dreams they bring!"




AN ONLY CHILD'S TEA-PARTY.


When I go to tea with the little Smiths, there are eight of them
there, but there's only one of me,
Which makes it not so easy to have a fancy tea-party as if there were
two or three.
I had a tea-party on my birthday, but Joe Smith says it can't have
been a regular one,
Because as to a tea-party with only one teacup and no teapot,
sugar-basin, cream-jug, or slop-basin, he never heard of such