I found my old dolls
  In the attic to-day,
In a box where I long ago
  Laid them away.
It was silly, I know,
  But 'twas such a surprise,
The sight of their faces
  Brought tears to my eyes.

There was poor little Flossie,
  With azure eyes closed.
For many a month
  She had quietly dozed,
In the little silk gown
  In which I last dressed her—
That time was brought back
  So I stopped and caressed her;

And then, as I raised her,
  She opened her eyes,
And stared at her mother
  In such sad surprise
That I kissed her and laid
  Her again in her place
To keep her reproachful
  Blue eyes off my face.

And next I uncovered
  My little bisque Mabel,
To meet whose brown eyes
  I was still more unable.
There gaze was surprised,
  But exceedingly mild,
My poor little, dear little,
  Led-away child!

And I kissed her, her face
  Looked so childish and sweet,
And I held for a moment
  Her little kid feet,
For her stockings were scattered,
  And so were her shoes,
And then, when I found them,
  They gave me the blues.

I kissed her, and laid her
  Back in the box, but
She looked at me still
  (For her eyes would not shut)
And hastily covering
  Her face from my sight,
I searched till wax Elsie
  I brought to the light.

Now, that poor little doll
  Was only my niece,
Her eyes were dark blue
  And her curls white as fleece
But her nose was so flat,
  'Twas no longer a nose,
And her wax cheeks had faded
  And lost all their rose.

From losing her sawdust
  Her body was slender,
Yet for those very reasons
  My kiss was more tender,
And I laid the poor thing
  Away with a sigh,
And feeling, I must say,
  Like having a cry.

One big doll was missing,—
  My dear Rosabel,—
How much I did love her,
  I really can't tell.
It is painful, indeed,
  To be talking about,
But I loved her so much
  That I quite wore her out.

Well, well, I am older,
  But I'm sure I'm not glad.
The thought of those old times,
  In fact makes me sad.
And, although the feeling
  Is silly, I know,
I cannot help sighing:
  "Oh! why did I grow?"

                Bertha Gerneaux Davis

This little girl, I'm glad to say,
Is eight years old this very day.
She makes a hat for the little "Doll,"
And puts in it a feather tall.

One doll is large, and one is small,
Another short another tall.
She talks to them. They won't obey,
And then she says, "You cannot play."

With grandma's cap upon her head,
  And spectacles on her nose,
And grandma's shawl upon her back,
  Grace to her sister goes.

"My dear grandchild, although I am
  Now getting very old,
I've toddled all this way to ask
  About your Dolly's cold."

"Dear Grandmamma, I thank you much,
  And I am glad to say
She had a good sound sleep last night,
  And is quite well to-day."

Five little dolls
  To claim my care
To fix their clothes
  And comb their hair;

Five little dolls
  To dress and keep
And put away
  Each night to sleep.

I don't think grown
  Folks ever know
What troubles small
  Folks undergo;

I have to cook
  To please all five—
I wonder much
  That I'm alive!

I can't help crying! Oh dear!
My doll is dead, I fear,
  Yes, she must be dead,
  For she's lost her head,
And she looks so horribly queer.
But they say our doctor's a clever man,
I'll get him to put on her head if he can.

All round the world and back again
  Dolly and I have been;
By sea and land we've travelled far,
  The strangest sights have seen.

To Greenland first we sailed away
  To see the snow and ice,
But Dolly's nose—it nearly froze—
  Oh, dear! that wasn't nice!

So off we tripp'd to Canada,
  There 'twas not quite so cold—
But there the Indians in the woods
  Rushed after us so bold.

We ran away to Montana,
  O'er Rocky Mountains high,
To picnic in wild Oregon,
  Famous for pumpkin pie.

Then down to California,
  Through many a field of gold,
And over ancient Mexico,
  Past temples manifold.

The Sandwich Isles we visited,
  Where grew such radiant flowers,
And pretty girls danced all the day
  In fragrant, rosy bowers.

We crossed the Equatorial Seas,
 And, sailing round and round
The lovely islands of the main,
  Sweet coral groves we found.

New Zealand's shores we landed at,
  The country of strange things—
Cherries that carried the stones out-side,
  And flowers with butterflies' wings.

Oh, when we reach Australia—
  What heaps and heaps of gold!
And a million sheep and lambs we saw
  Straying from fold to fold.

To buy some tea-pots and some trays,
  We called at quaint Japan,
Where a very polite old Japanese
  Gave Dolly an ivory fan.

We took a trip to Chinese land
  To take a cup of tea,
But neither sugar nor cream was given,
  Which didn't suit Dolly and me.

Then travelling to Hindustan,
  We met a tiger there,
Who looked as though he would eat us up—
  So off we flew elsewhere.

And found ourselves in the Khyber Pass,
  In the midst of a Caravan,
With which we travelled night and day
  To reach Afghanistan.

Across the Red Sea next we sail'd
  And through the Suez Canal,
To purchase a camel at old Cairo,
  With a trot most magical,

Across the Desert we rode apace,
  No water was there to drink,
Ah, oh!—while climbing a Pyramid
  Dolly dropped down a chink.

An Arab kindly rescued her—
  (She did so ruffle her hair;
If ever she plays that trick again
  She'll have to be left down there.)

At last we left the Desert drear,
  To sail upon the Nile,
In the Pasha's beautiful diabeheh
  Past many a crocodile.

We saw no end of wonders now
  In Africa's strange land—
Forests full of lions fierce,
  And many a savage band.

Our steamer on the Congo sank—
  We were in a dreadful plight
Until we met with Stanley true,
  And then we steered aright.

We said good-bye to Africa,
  And, though winds proved contrary,
Northward our wondrous way we took
  To the Isles of sweet Canary.

Thence favouring gales conveyed us far
  Beyond the Spanish shore;
Fast by the coast of France we sped
  To our own land once more.

And now we're safe at home again,
  And wise as wise can be;
For seeing all the world's wonders
  Improves my Doll and me.

                Sabina

I stood in the semi-darkness
  And watched a child at her play;
Her cares were of multiform nature,
  And the daylight was speeding away.

Her dolly demanded attention,
  To be petted and kissed and be fed;
To have on its little nightgown,
  And then to be put in its bed.

All this with a motherly yearning
  She had learned by the instinct of love;
And the dolly but faintly presented
  A gift from the heaven above.

The dear little creature had finished
  And was just about turning to go,
When the scene all changed in a moment
  And turned into weeping and woe.

A boy, almost reaching to manhood,
  Dashed wildly from the room,
And seizing the doll from the cradle
  Rushed out again into the gloom.

There was one wild scream from the maiden,
  A clasp of the hands and a chase;
But the boy thought the thing was funny
  And was in for a brotherly race.

But soon, when the screaming was louder
  And he saw all the pain he had caused.
He threw down the doll on the flooring,
  And sneering, he suddenly paused.

"I wouldn't be such a cry-baby," he said,
  With a half-mocking drawl;
"I can buy plenty more that's just like it,
  "It's only a plaster doll.

"Why don't you get one made of china,
  Instead of that plaster thing?
An then I would try to respect it,"
  And he took himself off with a fling.

"Oh, my dolly, my dolly is broken,"
  And quick in her bosom she hid
The maimed little bit of her sunshine,
  "I Loved it, I loved it, I did.

"I don't care if it was only plaster;
  'Twas my dolly, my dolly, my own."
And she knelt by the mangled plaything.
  "And now I am left all alone."

Ten years from that very evening,
  I stood by the couch of a child,
While a man knelt and wept beside it,
  With a face both haggard and wild.

'Twas the old scene of the dolly repeated,
  The boy had to manhood grown;
A hand crushed his plaster idol
  And left him to mourn all alone.

Ah me! how the world is repeated,
  The work of each day o'er and o'er.
We all have our broken dollies
  Away on the golden shore.
Did he think, I wonder, of that one
  He threw on the carpetless floor.

                Watson

Dolly knows what's the matter—
  Dolly and I.
It isn't the mumps nor the measles—
  Oh! dear, I shall die!
It's the mothering we want, Dolly,
  The—what shall I call it?
And grandpa says he has sent—
  He put the 'spatch safe in his wallet.

I know well enough that he dropped
  That telegraph 'spatch in the fire,
If mother just knew, she'd come
  If 'twas on the telegraph wire!
She'd take my poor head,
  That is splitting this very minute,
And she'd sing "There's a Happy Land,"
  And the hymn that has "Darling" in it.

Course, I like grandpa's house;
  It's the splendidest place to stay,
When there's all the outdoors to live in,
  And nothing to do but to play;
Somehow you forget your mother—
  That is, just the littlest bit,
Though if she were here, I suppose
  That I shouldn't mention it.

But oh! there's a difference, Dolly,
  When your head is so full of pains
That ('cepting the ache that's in 'em)
  There's nothing left of your brains,
Remember how nice it feels, Dolly,
  To have your head petted and "poored."
Ache? Why I ache all over,
  And my bed is as hard as a board.

Nurse says "It's a sweet, lovely morning."
  It may be for all that I care;
There's just one spot in this great wide world
  That is pretty—I wish I was there!
I can see the white roses climbing
  All over the low porch door,
And the daisies and buttercups growing—
  I never half loved them before.

And mother—let's see! she's standing
  In that very same door, no doubt;
She loves to look out in the morning
  And see what the world is about,
In a pale-blue something-or-other—
  A loose sort of wrapper, I guess;
As if a few yards of sky
  Had been taken to make a dress.

And up from the pine woods yonder
  Comes a beautiful woodsy smell,
And the breeze keeps a hinting of May flowers—
  The real-pink arbutus bell;
And I think most likely the robins
  Have built in the cherry tree;
And by and by there'll be birdies—
  And I shall not be there to see!

Did you hear any noise, Dolly!
  Speak, Dolly, you little witch!
As if someone was laughing—or crying!
  I couldn't tell which!
We've kept from crying, so far;
  We've choked but we wouldn't cry;
I've just talked it out to you, dear;
  I had to, or else I'd die.

But if that is you, mother—
  And I know by your lips that it is—
I'll just squeeze your head off!—
  You think that all I want is a kiss!
O mother! to papa and Tom
  You needn't got mention it,
But you know it was homesickness
  Almost killed your poor little Kit!

Adam and Madam,
Hagar and Jagar,
Lottie and Tottie,
Dinah and Nina,
Hebe and Phoebe,
Claude and Maude,
Connell and Donnell,
Dove and Love,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Ruth and Truth,
Ducie and Lucy,
Casper and Jasper,
Mercy and Percy,
Angeletta and Vangeletta,
Gilliam and William,
Luby and Ruby,
Ada and Saida,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Abihu and Elihu,
Becky and Jacky,
Alf and Ralph,
Giles and Miles,
Colin and Rollin,
Lubin and Reuben,
Arthur and Marthur,
Marybella and Sarybella,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Hubert and Rupert,
Nice and Rice,
Bryan and Ryan,
Alpin and Galpin,
Duke and Luke,
Mulic and Ulic,
Bessy and Hessy,
Hildalene and Tildalene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Mose and Rose,
Gordon and Jordan,
Donald and Ronald,
Ervin and Mervin,
Mirzah and Tirzah,
Alick and Gallic,
Handel and Randal,
Fredelena and Tedelena,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Bridget and Midget,
Louisa and Theresa,
Hillah and Zillah,
Milfred and Wilfred,
Larkin and Martyn,
Horam and Joram,
Jael and Shaul,
Fannyette and Nannyette,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Abisha and Elisha,
Abitub and Ahitub,
Crissylene and Sissylene,
Averil and Daveril,
Botolph, and Rodolph,
Lilian and Milian,
Maynard and Reynard,
Kizzylene and Lizzylene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Prichard and Richard,
Darian and Marian,
Dowzabel and Rosabel,
Artemus and Bartemus,
Dathan and Nathan,
Germaine and Hermaine,
Abelard and Ermengarde,
Dovelene and Loyelene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Nicodemus and Polyphemous,
Marianne and Sarianne,
Lucylena and Nucylena,
Edmond and Redmond,
Nebulon and Zebulon,
Jeanette and Mynette,
Apollyon and Napoleon,
Jinnylene and Winnylene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Coralius and Doralius,
Horatius and Ignatius,
Agnes and Dagnes,
Eldred and Meldred,
Obijah and Orijah,
Adriel and Gabriel,
Ivan and Sivan,
Claudelius and Maudelius,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Brunius an Junius,
Simon and Timon,
Bobab and Hobab,
Darnell and Parnell,
Jirah and Sirah,
Marylena and Sarylena,
Faban and Laban,
Lilianette and Millianette,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Lubylene and Rubylene,
Manuel and Samuel,
Herodicus and Herodotus,
Ella and Zella,
Flavius and Zavius,
Grace and Mace,
Borgia and Georgia,
Dinalene and Minalene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Ira and Myra,
Claudia and Maudia,
Laymond and Raymond,
Gisborn and Lisborn,
Fernando and Hernando,
Paul and Saul,
Hulia and Julia,
Lancylene and Nancylene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Barret and Garret,
Diamond and Simund,
Bathilda and Matilda,
Charissa and Clarissa,
Minnielene and Tinnielene,
Abinoam and Ahinoam,
Clarice and Paris,
Bessielene and Jessielene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Josiah and Sophia,
Bariah and Mariah,
Jeziah and Keziah,
Amariah and Amaziah,
Josibiah and Josiphia,
Uriah and Jeremiah,
Obadiah and Zachariah,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Florence and Laurence,
Athaliah and Jocaliah,
Abira and Sapphira,
Donetta and Johnetta,
Biddy and Liddy,
Janette and Nanette,
Dometta and Tometta,
Agrippa and Phillippa,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Lucretia and Venetia,
Criscilla and Priscilla,
Belinda and Selinda,
Dara and Hara,
Ambrose and Lambrose,
Frances and Nances,
Bertie and Gertie,
Ruthelene and Truthelene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Dorna and Lorna,
German and Herman,
Josanna and Johanna,
Alfred and Talfred,
Hamar and Tamar,
Ashur and Jasher,
Baruch and Saruch,
Mollyetta and Pollyetta,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Angelena and Vangelena,
Cherubima and Seraphima,
Bede and Reid,
Josabad and Rosabad,
Lulia and Tulia,
Harold and Jarold,
Jeroboam and Rehoboam,
Paulina and Saulina,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Tunice and Unice,
Sambrose and Vambrose,
Meshach and Sheshach,
Bertram and Gertram,
Amon and Samon,
Claudius and Maudius,
Borelius and Horelius,
Bonalene and Monalene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Allon and Fallon,
Abdiel and Zabdiel,
Andronicus and Veronicus,
Anthony and Vanthony,
Amery and Zamery,
James and Kames,
Antonius and Santonius,
Mattylene and Pattylene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Bedrodach and Nedrodach,
Festus and Vestus,
Geoffrey and Zeffrey,
Henry and Kenry,
Gilbert and Hilbert,
Anim and Banim,
Noah and Joah,
Mercylene and Percylene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Dovetta and Lovetta,
Azel and Bazel,
Corinda and Dorinda,
Besar and Cesar,
Doram and Horam,
Ananiah and Apia,
Floralius and Horalius,
Marionette and Sarionette,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Coralene and Doralene,
Floralene and Noralene,
Dathan and Nathan,
Abiram and Ahiram,
Imon and Dimon,
Cornelius and Aurelius,
Ethelene and Bethelene,
Jera and Terah,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Ben and Glen,
Neziah and Tiziah,
Madoc and Zadoc,
Pauline and Sauline,
Abihud and Ahihud,
Kiza and Liza,
Dius and Pius,
Nucy and Sucy,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Alfric and Salfric,
Frank and Hank,
Kobina and Rosina,
Florinda and Laurinda,
Deborah and Ketorah,
Shebaniah and Shecaniah,
Sherariah and Shemariah,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Abia, Beriah and Neriah,
Alberic, Almeric & Alperic,
Volinda, Wolinda & Zolinda
Abijah, Ahijah and Elijah,
Dida, Ida and Fida,
Dias, Elias and Tobias,
Quick, Vic and Zic,
Hugh, Leu and Pugh,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Cora, Dora and Flora,
Lora, Nora and Zora,
Biram, Hiram and Miram,
Vessie, Wessie and Zessie,
Barrat, Jarrat and Garrat,
Ham, Lam and Zam,
Adelia, Afelia and Amelia,
Dugo, Hugo and Nugo,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Ivy, Livy and Zivy,
Betty, Hetty and Letty,
Netty, Petty and Zetty,
Linny, Winny and Zinny,
Hester, Lester and Nestor,
Helena, Serena and Sabina,
Mab, Nab and Rab,
Dottielene, Lottielene & Tottielene
    Are all good names for dolls.

Bruno, Juno and Uno,
Eugene, Nugene and Sugene,
Dorman, Gorman and Norman,
Jean, Vean and Zean,
Hew, Seu and Zue,
Azur, Kazur and Nazur,
Davia, Flavia and Pavia,
Apulias, Julius and Tulias,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Biram, Hiram and Piram,
Katline, Matline and Patline,
Seba, Sheba, and Zebah,
Aubrey, Daubrey and Vaubrey,
Nebo, Nego and Necho,
Andrew, Mandrew and Vandrew,
Dalwin, Talwin and Zalwin,
Abi, Ahi and Ami,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Larissa, Narissa and Varrissa,
Di, Guy and Nie,
Dot, Lot and Tot,
Delicia, Felicia and Letitia,
Bona, Jonah and Mona,
Queenie, Teenie and Weenie,
Edward, Nedward, Tedward,
Dom, Pom and Tom,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Muric, Uric and Zurich,
Doddard, Goddard and Stoddard,
Heggie, Meggie and Peggie,
Darvey, Harvey and Jarvey,
Haddox, Maddox and Zaddox,
Joel, Loel and Noel,
Aaron, Saron and Zaron,
Bilhah, Hillah and Zillah,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Anneline, Fannylene & Nannylene,
Albina, Aldina and Alvina,
Annie, Fannie and Nanny,
Elim, Phelim and Selim,
Bobbie, Robbie & Zobbie,
Alma, Palma and Talma,
Gillis, Phillis and Willis,
Bettylene, Hettylene & Lettylene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Bennet, Jennet and Kennet,
Dobe, Job and Robe,
Bruce, Druce and Pruce,
Lillybella, Millybella & Tillybella,
Baruch, Karuch and Saruch,
Kilbert, Wilbert and Zilbert,
Leo, Neo and Zeo,
Dosabel, Josabel and Rosabel,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Darion, Marion and Sarion,
Devalene, Evalene and Nevalene,
Josephine, Mosephine & Rosephine,
Ezra, Dezra and Kezra,
Dollybella, Mollybella & Pollybella,
Halena, Kalena and Salena,
Byra, Dyra and Lyra,
Iralene, Liralene and Miralene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Lavinia, Savinia and Vavinia,
Duckylene, Luckylene and Zuckylene,
Tiglath-Pileser and Tilgath-Pilneser,
Abinadab, Ahinadab and Aminadab,
Abimelech, Ahimelech and Elimelech,
Felix, Kelix and Selix,
Alpheus, Dalpheus and Ralpheus,
Balak, Halak and Lamech,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Randal, Sandal and Vandal,
Arabella, Carrabella and Clarabella,
Harriet, Marriet and Varriet,
Abilene, Mabilene and Rabilene,
Erwin, Kirwin and Mirwin,
Agar, Dagar and Zagar,
Alice, Dalice and Zalice,
Bab, Tab and Zab,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Emmeline, Femmeline and Jemmeline,
Lemmeline, Pemmeline and Zemmeline,
Haggylene, Maggylene and Peggylene,
Hilda, Kilda and Lilda,
Milda, Tilda and Zilda,
B—etta, C—etta and D—etta,
E—etta, G—etta and V—etta,
Catalina, Matalina and Patalina,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Lerman, Merman and Zerman,
Ariel, Dariel and Zariel,
Gibeon, Tibeon and Zibeon,
Jessie, Kessie and Sessie,
Dias, Pius, Thias and Zius,
Doll, Moll, Poll and Noll,
A—etta, J—etta, K—etta and Mayetta,
Annabella, Fannybella and Nannybella,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Boy, Foy, Joy and Moy,
A—, J—, K—and May,
Eliza, Ebiza, Ediza, and Egisa,
Ehiza, Eniza, Eriza and Etiza,
Bell, Nell, Val and Zell,
Bem, Em, Sem and Zem,
Arc, Clark, Mark and Park,
Kat, Nat, Mat and Pat,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Celia, Delia, Melia and Zelia,
Phil, Till, Will and Zill,
Binny, Dinny, Finny and Jinny,
Birza, Girza, Mirza and Tirza,
Edwin, Fredwin, Nedwin, and Tedwin,
Jorah, Korah, Nora and Zorah,
Boswald, Goswald, Oswald and Roswald,
Carley, Charley, Harley and Varley,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Clara, Lara, Sara and Zara,
Florace, Horace, Morris and Norris,
Cary, Fairy, Mary and Sary,
Barry, Carrie, Harry and Larry,
Crissy, Kissy, Sissy and Melissy,
Harman, Darman, Jarman and Sharman,
Ubenia, Igenia, Ulenia and Uphemia,
Birene, Irene, Mirene and Sirene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Acelius, Adelius, Afelius and Amelius,
Anelius, Apelius, Arelius and Avelius,
Dannah, Hannah, Jannah and Mannah,
Aram, Naram, Saram and Zaram,
Benny, Denny, Jenny and Kenny,
Albert, Dalbert, Falbert and Salbert,
Barlo, Carlo, Marlo and Varlo,
Jemuel, Kemuel, Lemuel and Shemuel,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Bon, Con, Don and John,
Cain, Jane, Mayne and Payne,
Jimmy, Mimmy, Simmy and Timmy,
Dick, Hick, Mick and Nick,
Ally, Lally, Sally and Vally,
Bill, Hill, Lill, Mill and Phil,
Bolo, Molo, Polo, Rollo and Solo,
Levi, Nevi, Sevi, Vevi and Zevi,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Hatty, Katty, Matty, Natty and Patty,
Billy, Lily, Milly, Tilly and Willy,
Dolly, Jolly, Molly, Nolly and Polly,
Dizzy, Kizzy, Lizzy, Sizzy and Tizzy,
Eddy, Freddy, Neddy, Ready and Teddy,
Beric, Deric, Eric, Leric and Zeric,
Eva, Deva, Neva, Seva and Zeva,
Addi, Daddi, Laddi, Vaddi and Zaddi,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Dina, Mina, Nina, Vina and Zina,
Adar, Badar, Kadar, Nadar and Zadar,
Bira, Ira, Kira, Lira, Mira and Sira,
Chloe, Floe, Joey, Loe, Moe and Zoe,
Agg, Dagg, Greig, Mag, Peg and Zag,
Bell, Hal, Lal, Mell, Nell and Sal,
Jim, Kim, Nim, Sim, Tim, Vim and Zim,
Ann, Dan, Fan, Jan, Nan, Pan and San,
    Are all good names for dolls.

                E. W. Cole

Dickylene and Mickylene,
Dicketta and Micketta,
Bennylene and Rennielene,
Billyetta and Willyetta,
Daddylene and Laddilene,
Dinahlene and Ninalene,
Claudelene and Maudelene,
Ruthetta and Truthetta,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Ducylene and Lucylene,
Jinnyetta and Winnyetta,
Fidalene and Idalene,
Adalene and Saidalene,
Beckylene and Jackylene,
Arthuretta & Marthuretta,
Claudelena and Maudelena,
Marianetta and Sarianetta,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Elizalene and Erizalene,
Coraetta and Doraetta,
Millylene and Tillylene,
Simonetta and Timonetta,
Lucyetta and Nucyetta,
Marylene and Sarylene,
Lubyetta and Rubyetta,
Claralene and Sarahlene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Bennyetta and Jennyetta,
Gladdilena and Paddylena,
Maryetta and Sarietta,
Borgialene and Georgialene,
Cyliene and Lyliene,
Maxalene and Rexaline,
Maxetta and Rexetta,
Maxabella and Rexabella,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Selina and Serena,
Sallyetta and Vallyetta,
Iralena and Myralena,
Bessielena and Jessielena,
Honeylene and Moneylene,
Bertielina and Gertielina,
Gilbertine and Wilbertine,
Julietta and Tulietta,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Biddylene and Liddylene,
Edwardetta & Tedwardetta,
Bertielene and Gertieline,
Henryetta and Kenryetta,
Carrielene and Harrylene,
Bennylene and Glennylene,
Nellyetta and Sellyetta,
Bobbielene and Robbielene,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Cornelia and Cordelia,
Sundaylena & Mondaylena,
Hellen and Tellin,
Angelus and Vangelus,
Saletta and Valetta,
Irene and Ilene,
Kittylene and Mytilene,
Iralius and Myralius,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Dollybel, Mollybel and Pollybel,
Catilius, Matilius, and Patilius,
Cinalene, Hinalene and Linalene,
Bess, Chess, Hess and Zess,
Didas, Fidas and Midas,
Linalene, Winalene and Zinalene,
Dillius, Millius and Fillius,
Hestor, Lestor and Nestor,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Dollyus, Mollyus and Pollyus,
Lene, Mene, Tene and Vene,
Basalene, Masalene and Vasalene,
Lucia, Mucia and Nucia,
Danope, Fanope and Panope,
Hero, Nero, Pero and Thero,
Ida, Sida, Vida and Zida,
Hictor, Rictor and Victor,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Belus, Helus, Nelus and Zelus,
Eno, Leno and Zeno,
Daniel, Ananial and Nathaniel,
Abel, Jabel, Mabal and Nabal,
Kish, Mish and Wish,
Dolletta, Molletta and Polletta,
Haletta, Naletta and Saletta,
Barryetta, Harryetta & Larryetta,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Annetta, Fanetta and Nanetta,
Edicus, Tedicus and Fredicus,
Eddyetta, Teddyetta & Freddyetta,
Emilus, Remilus and Zemilus,
Faula, Paula and Saula,
Callio, Sallio and Vallio,
Delios, Helios and Melios,
Deo, Leo, Neo and Zeo,
    Are all good names for dolls.

Dollian, Mollian and Pollian,
Dorabella, Florabella, Norabella,
Lilo, Milo, Philo, Silo and Tilo,
Bella, Kella, Nella and Stella,
Dollyetta, Lollyetta & Nollyetta,
Sunnylena, Honeylena, Moneylena,
Moonelena, Noonelena, Doonelena,
Stellalena, Bellalena & Ellalena,
    Are all good names for dolls.

                E.W.C.

Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me.
    My baby.

For this I'm sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
And many an hour I sit and sew
    For baby.

And then at night I lie awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
    For baby.

An when you're good and do not cry,
Nor into angry passions fly,
You can't think how papa and I
    Love baby.

But if my little child should grow
To be a naughty child, I know
'Twould grieve mamma to serve her so,
    My baby.

And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby's sin,
I think you'd wish that you had been
    A better baby.

Two naughty little people
  Had a quarrel one sad day,
Each said that with the other,
  She never more would play.

And so upon each other
  Their little backs they turned,
And all the old time fondness
  Alas! they coldly spurned.

But oh! their angry hearts grew weary,
  The anger died away,
Each hoped that soon the other
  Would have a word to say.

Each waited, oh! how sadly!
  Each moved a little near,
And each "around the corner"
  Began, at last, to peer.

Then Nellie held her dolly
  To Annie with a smile:
"You may have it if you want to.
  An play with it awhile."

Then Annie quickly followed
  The rule she knew was right:
"I've got an apple, Nellie,
  I'll give you a big bite."
And somehow the sweet faces
  Met fair and square at last,
And kisses sweet and loving
  Sent the quarrel flying fast.

Whimpy, little Whimpy,
  Cried so much one day;
His grandma couldn't stand it,
  And his mother ran away!
He was waiting by the window
  When they all came home to tea.
And a gladder boy than Whimpy,
  You never need hope to see!

Cross Patch, cross Patch,
  What's the matter now?
Why that wail of fretfulness,
  And a scowl upon your brow?

Milk upset and wasted!
  Water in your plate,
No one's sorry, old cross Patch,
  For your wretched fate.

You began the morning
  With a frown, my lad
And every word that you have said
  Has made your mother sad.

And by your pettish temper,
  You've spoiled your breakfast, too.
Cross Patch, cross Patch,
  No one pities you.

Why is Sarah standing there,
Leaning down upon a chair,
With such an angry lip and brow?
I wonder what's the matter now.

Come here my dear and tell me true,
It is because I spoke to you
About the work you'd done so slow,
That you are standing fretting so?

Why then, indeed, I'm grieved to see,
That you can so ill-tempered be:
You make your fault a great deal worse
By being angry and perverse.

Oh! how much better 'twould appear,
To see you shed a humble tear,
And then to hear you meekly say,
"I'll not do so another day."

                Jane Taylor

A charming present comes from town,
  A baby-house quite neat;
With kitchen, parlours, dining-room,
  And chambers, all complete.

A gift to Emma and to Rose,
  From grandpa it came;
The little Rosa smil'd delight,
  And Emma did the same.

They eagerly examin'd all—
  The furniture was gay;
And in the rooms they plac'd their dolls,
  When dress'd in fine array.

At night, their little candles lit,
  And as they must be fed,
To supper down the dolls were plac'd,
  And then were put to bed.

Thus Rose and Emma pass'd each hour
  Devoted to their play;
And long were cheerful, happy, kind—
  No cross disputes had they.

Till Rose in baby-house would change
  The chairs which were below
"This carpet they would better suit;
  I think I'll have it so."

"No, no indeed," her sister said,
  "I'm older, Rose, than you;
And I'm the pet—the house is mine:
  Miss, what I say is true."

The quarrel grew to such a height,
  Mamma she heard the noise,
And coming in, beheld the floor
  All strew'd with broken toys.

"O fie, my Emma! naughty Rose!
  Say, why this sulk and pout?
Remember this is New Year's Day,
  And both are going out."

Now Betty calls the little girls
  To come upstairs and dress:
They still revile, with threats
  And angry rage express.

But just prepar'd to leave their room,
  Persisting yet in strife,
Rose sick'ning fell on Betty's lap.
  As void of sense or life.

Mamma appear'd at Betty's call—
  John for the doctor goes;
The measles, he begins to think,
  Dread symptoms all disclose.

"But though I stay, my Emma, you
  May go and spend the day."
"O no, mamma," replied the child,
  "Do suffer me to stay.

"Beside my sister's bed I'll sit,
  And watch her with such care,
"No pleasure can I e'er enjoy,
  Till she my pleasure share.

"How silly now seems our dispute,
  Not one of us she knows;
How pale she looks, how hard she breathes,
  Poor pretty little Rose!"

                Adelaide Taylor

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
  For God hath made them so
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
  For 'tis their nature too.

                Dr Watts

Poison-drops of care and sorrow,
  Bitter poison-drops are they,
Weaving for the coming morrow,
Saddest memories of to-day.

Angry words, oh! let them never
  From the tongue unbridled slip;
May the heart's best impulse ever
  Check them ere they soil the lip.

Love is much too pure and holy,
  Friendship is too sacred far,
For a moment's reckless folly
  Thus to desolate and mar.

Angry words are lightly spoken,
  Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred,
Brightest links of life are broken,
  By a single angry word.

A little tear and a little smile
  Set out to run a race;
We watched them closely all the while—
  Their course was baby's face.

The little tear he got the start
  We really feared he'd win,
He ran so fast and made a dart
  Straight for her dimpled chin.

But somehow, it was very queer,
  We watched them all the while—
The little, shining, fretful tear
  Got beaten by the smile.

Silly little Mary,
  Sulking all the day,
While the other children
  Run about and play.

Silly little Mary
  Wears a peevish look,
When she sees the others
  Laughing at the brook.

Silly little Mary,
  Will not skip or swing,
Won't at puss-in-corner play,
  Won't do anything.

Silly little Mary
  Hides behind the bank,
In among the roots and weeds,
  All so thick and rank.

Mary hears a footstep
  O'er the velvet moss,
Sees a roguish little face
  It is Willie Ross.

I have found you, Mary.
  Won't you come play too?
And with cheeks all crimsoned,
  Whispers—I love you.

Ah! but love has conquered
  Fall the tears like rain,
Then our little Mary
  Is herself again.

Where are sulks and tears now?
  All are fled away.
And our little Mary
  Will both laugh and play.

Oh! anger is an evil thing
  And spoils the fairest face;
It cometh like a rainy cloud
  Upon a sunny place.

One angry moment often does
  What we repent for years:
It works the wrong we ne'er make right
  By sorrow or tears.

It speaks the rude and cruel word
  That wounds a feeling breast:
It strikes the reckless sudden blow—
  It breaks the household rest.

We dread the dog that turns in play,
  All snapping, fierce and quick;
We shun the steed whose temper shows
  In strong and savage kick.

But how much more we find to blame,
  When passion wildly swells
In hearts where kindness has been taught,
  And brains where reason dwells!

The hand of peace is frank and warm
  And soft as a ring-dove's wing;
And he who quells an angry thought
  Is greater than a king.

Shame to the lips that ever seek
  To stir up jarring strife,
When gentleness would shed so much
  Of Christian joy through life!

Ever remember in thy youth,
  That he who firmly tries
To conquer an to rule himself,
  Is noble, brave and wise.

                Eliza Cook

Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
  Your little sister dear;
I must not have such things as this,
  Nor noisy quarrels here.

What! little children scold and fight,
  That ought to be so mild:
Oh! Mary, 'tis a shocking sight
  To see an angry child.

I can't imagine, for my part,
  The reason of your folly,
As if she did you any hurt
  By playing with your dolly.

See, see the little tears that run
  So quickly from her eye:
Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
  'Twill do no good to cry.

Go, Mary, wipe her tears away
  And make it up with kisses:
And never turn a pretty play
  To such a pet as this is.

"Whatever brawls disturb the street
  There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
  Quarrels should never come."

                Dr. Watts

  Little Dick Snappy
  Was always unhappy
Because he did nothing but fret;
  And when he once cried,
  'Twas in vain that you tried
To make him his troubles forget.

  His mother once brought him
  A drum, which she bought him
Hard by at a neighbouring fair,
  And gave such another
  To Edward his brother,
And left them their pleasures to share.

  Little Edward began,
  Like a nice little man,
To play with his little new drum;
  But Dick, with a pout,
  Only turned his about
In his hands, and looked sulky and glum.

  "What's the matter, dear Dick?
  You look sad; are you sick?
Come, march like a soldier with me:
  The enemy comes
  Let us beat on our drums,
And mamma will out merriment see."

  "No! I don't like my new toy,"
  Said my ill-humoured boy,
"And yours is the best and most new;
  If you'll give me yours,
  Then I'll go out of doors;
But if not, I'll kick mine in two."

  "Oh no! brother, no—
  Pray do not say so
Of a trifle, in anger and haste;
  Though they are equally new,
  Yet my drum I'll give you,
But I've tied it in knots round my waist."

  Then quarrelsome Dick
  Gave his brother a kick;
But he did not give him another,
  But, saying no more,
  Edward walked to the door,
Only giving one look at his brother.

  Then, bursting with spite,
  With his utmost of might
Master Dick trod his drum on the floor;
  The parchment did crack,
  When lo; Edward comes back,
And his drum in his hands then he bore.

  "The string is untied,
  Dearest brother," he cried—
"So now I with pleasure will change;"
  But when Dick's drum he found
  Lying broke on the ground,
Oh! how did his countenance change.

  "I'm really ashamed,"
  Dick, sobbing, exclaimed,
"At the difference between you and me;
  But continue my friend,
  And I'll try to amend,
And a good-tempered fellow to be."

If fretting pays you, fret;
And get into a pet,
And slam and bang
The doors with a whang,
And flame and flare,
And say "Don't care."
And slip round sly,
And make the baby cry,
And thus get sent to bed, to sob it out.

But if it does not pay
Why then, my dear, do pray
Just do the other thing,
And toot and sing,
And whistle like a bird.
Letting your voice be heard,
From morn till night,
In echoes bright,
Sending the best of cheer into the home.

Oh, Govern your temper!
  For music, the sweetest,
Was never so sweet—
  Nor one-half so divine,
As a heart kept in tune,
  Which, the moment thou greetest,
Breathes harmony dearer
  Than notes can combine!

Never say it is nature.
  And may not be cured;
One tithe of the time,
  Which to music we yield
Would render the conquest
  Of temper insured,
And bring us more music
  Than a song e'er revealed.

Oh, govern your temper!
  For roses, the fairest,
Were never so fair,
  Nor so rich in perfume,
As the flowers, which e'en thou,
  Chilly winter sparest—
The flowers of the heart,
  Which unchangingly bloom!

Never think it is nature—
  For oh! if it be,
The sooner the spirit
  Of nature is shown
That the spirit of heaven
  Is higher than she,
The sooner, the longer,
  Will love be our own.

I knew a man, and his name was Horner,
He used to live at Grumble Corner,—
Grumble Corner, in Cross Patch Town,—
And he never was seen without a frown.
He grumbled at this, he grumbled at that;
He growled at the dog, he growled at the cat;
He grumbled at morning, he grumbled at night,
And to grumble and growl was his chief delight.

He grumbled so much at his wife, that she
Began to grumble as well as he;
And all the children wherever they went
Reflected their parents' discontent.
If the sky was dark and betokened rain,
Then Mr. Horner was sure to complain;
And if there was never a cloud about,
He'd grumble because of threatened drought.

One day, as I loitered along the street,
My old acquaintance I chanced to meet.
Whose face was without the look of care
And the ugly frown it used to wear.
"I may be mistaken, perhaps," I said.
As, after saluting, I turned my head;
"But it is, and it isn't, the Mr. Horner
Who lived so long at Grumble Corner."

I met him next day, and I met him again,
In melting weather, in pouring rain;
When stocks were up and when stocks were down;
But a smile, somehow, had replac'd the frown.
It puzzled me much, and so, one day,
I seized his hand in a friendly way,
And said "Mr. Horner, I'd like to know
What can have happened to change you so."

He laughed a laugh that was good to hear,
For it told of a conscience calm and clear,
And he said, with none of the old-time drawl,
"Why, I've changed my residence, that is all."
"Changed your residence?" "Yes," said Horner,
"It wasn't healthy at Grumble Corner,
And so I've moved: 'twas a change complete;
And you'll find me now at Thanksgiving Street."

And every day, as I move along
The streets, so filled with busy throng,
I watch each face, and can always tell
Where men, and women, and children dwell.
And many a discontented mourner
Is spending his days at Grumble Corner,
Sour and sad, whom I long to entreat
To take a house in Thanksgiving Street.

    Bad temper, go,
  You shall never stay with me;
    Bad temper, go,
  You and I shall never agree.

For I will always be kind, and mild,
  And gentle pray to be,
And do to others as I wish
  That they should do to me.

    Temper bad
With me shall never stay;
    Temper bad
Can never be happy and gay.

Did ever you see such wondrous airs!
  Oh, oh! my Lady Jane!
Your airs will blow you quite away,
You'll go to Vanity-land to stay,
  And ne'er come back again.

Pray, what's the price of your hat my dear?
  And what'll you take for your gloves?
And how'll you sell each pink kid shoe?
And your wonderful dressed-up poodle, too?
  You're a precious pair of loves.

You're all too fine for us, you know,
  With your airs and stately tread,
From your pretty feet to your pretty dress,
And up to your ruffled neck, oh, yes,
  And on to your feathered head.

So go your way, my Lady Jane,
Till you come from Vanity-land again.