Ch. I understand about the feet,

And how to make the line complete,
For I can follow you;

But then I'm sure I need not try
Such lofty flights as poetry-
That I could never do.

M. But you may try a rhyme with me,
A little baby-lullaby-

Just listen how it flows:

"Poor grandmamma can little do,
And now she's come to live with you,
To knit your little hose."

Ch. O no! I'd say, "She brought a rose," M. And what would I say now?-suppose I said, "She used the tawse."

Ch. "Then I would say that she was cross;" M. "Perhaps her patience suffered loss, Surely she had a cause."

M. I wonder what you're smiling at.
Ch. I know, mamma, I know for what;
You said ere this was done

That we would smile a little bit,
And now we feel we're doing it,
"We've had a little fun."

Ch. It seems a most amusing thing,
And harmless, too, and interesting,
To make a little verse.

M. And then when children can't get out,
And weary in the house-no doubt
It may the clouds disperse.

A LETTER IN VERSE TO MY LITTLE READERS.

I'm sorry now to say farewell,

And yet it must be so;

Good bye! Good bye! my little friends,

Be sure to let me know

If

you have found this little book

Relieve your little heart,

For if it did, then I shall know

It did the teacher's part.
I've often tried, while writing it,
You little minds to please,
And often have I wished it might
Your childish troubles ease;
For children find it difficult
To travel Grammar's road,
And feel it quite impossible

To carry such a load

Of nouns and pronouns, adjectives,
And prepositions too,

Conjunctions, interjections, verbs,

And adverbs not a few.

I shall be very proud, indeed,
To hear you like it well;

Do write to me, and let me know

All you have got to tell.

Don't mind about the writing, love,

Half-text or text will do,

And, in the mean time, do believe
I am your friend most true.

Now, "Mrs. Lovegood," 's my address,

"Three, Perseverance Place,"

The postman knows the very house,

Though difficult to trace.

But, lest I should be out of town,

(The country is so sweet),
Address it to my publisher,-

Ch. It seems a most amusing thing,
And harmless, too, and interesting,
To make a little verse.

M. And then when children can't get out,
And weary in the house-no doubt
It may the clouds disperse.

A LETTER IN VERSE TO MY LITTLE READERS.

I'm sorry now to say farewell,

And yet it must be so;

Good bye! Good bye! my little friends,

Be sure to let me know

If you have found this little book

Relieve your little heart,

For if it did, then I shall know

It did the teacher's part.
I've often tried, while writing
You little minds to please

And often have I wishe

Your childish troubl

For children find

To trav