THE ANGELS' WHISPER. A BABY was sleeping ; Its mother was weeping; For her husband was far on the wild raging sea; And the tempest was swelling Round the fisherman's dwelling; Her beads while she number'd, The baby still slumber'd, And smiled in her face as she bended her knee: 66 "Oh, blest be that warning, My child, thy sleep adorning, For I know that the angels are whispering with thee !" 66 And while they are keeping Bright watch o'er thy sleeping, Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me! And say thou wouldst rather They'd watch o'er thy father! For I know that the angels are whispering to thec." The dawn of the morning Saw Dermot returning, And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see; And closely caressing Her child with a blessing, Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering with thee." SAMUEL LOVER. "SWEET AND LOW." SWEET and low, sweet and low, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me, While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE. WHEN I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And sometimes for an hour or so And sometimes sent my ships in fleets I was the giant great and still ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. LITTLE MAMMA. WHY is it the children don't love me That they put her ever above me— I'm sure I do all that I can do. What more can a rather big man do, Little mamma ? Any game that the tyrants suggest, When Noah and the others embark, For the show on the stair The chimpanzee, or the kangaroo. Little mamma,- My umbrella's the pony, if any— If his fractions get into a snarl Who straightens the tangles for Karl? Why, Papa, Not little mamma! That the youngsters are ingrates don't say. I think they love me-in a way |