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Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 2, Issue 77, 22 June 1868, Page 149

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- LITTLE TROTTY. 11. SUMMERTIME Is coining d*. Every flowery bell Wooes the Live-bee humming-- : . Trotty isn’t welL Cowslips gold come drooping, Daisies white and red; . But my daisy’s drooping:— Trotty hangs her head. ; Bosy.huds upspnnging Peep from leaf and stalky Merry birds are singing:-^* . Trotty doesn’t talk. Sunshine: gutters brightly, Garden walks look gay, Butterflies float whitely : . Trotty doesn’t play. All her toys forsaken, ‘‘Come, my pet 1 to me; Trotty shall be taken Upon mammy’s knee.” Never mind the knitting, Heels, or toes, or soles; Let the rents go splitting, Never mind the holes! Hands «t work once nimble Now the pulse must feel: Tubs has got the thimble, Kitten has the reel. > Needles, pins, go missing— No one heeds them now; Mammy’s busy kissing Trotty’s’ heated brow. Mammy’s busy pressing Trotty’s little hands, Coining words .caressing . Trotty understands, little brown curls lying Pressed to mammy’s breast; little bosom sighing, - Little feet at rest. Eyelids falling heavy, Blue eyes in eclipse 1 Wan smiles, hard to levy, On the little lips. Nothing now of fretting; Only mute appeal, Trust in mammy’s petting, Mammy’s power to heal 1 Tiny form resistless, Bound cheeks void of bloom, Little Angers listless, Silence in the room. Birds without chirp shrilly. All within is dull; • Trotty sits so stilly— What a dreary lull! “look at pussy’s tricking 1” Trotty doesn’t care; How that clock is ticking, Underneath the stair! Wish ’twas in the cellar! Like a gong it strikes. “ Cook for orders”—tell her Order what she likes! All the house feels lonely, Echoes all seem dead; Did they .answer only Trotty’s voice and tread? Sunshine don’t look cheering, Summer don’t rejoice; How we miss the hearing One familiar voice; How we miss the seeing One small baby face t Such a tiny being Filling so much space 1 What says Trotty?—bless her! Put her in her .cot-; Mammy will undress her, - • - ‘Mammy’s-darling Trot! ' •* Pack: off callers, Nelly! " In the afternoon; .Nancy bring some jelly, . Powders, and a spoon. ' t Don’t admit one rover, , Kota flb you’ll, tell— J’m “ engaged all over!” Trotty isn’t well * * * .•Trotty’s sweetly sleeping, So I’ve slipped away, After vigil keeping < AU night long, and day. , Couldn’t bear to leave her— Now, papa! don’t smile; ■Twas so much Uke fever. Don’t you say’twas bile! You may take it coolly, Yon slept bravely through; You were snoring, truly, ’ loud enough for two! I can soothe and chasten, Yon can make her glad; But to me she’ii.hasten, When she's sick or sad. . Men.are like each other, , Slow to feel or act; You are not a mother, That’s a patent fact! You don’t care a tittle Till the danger comes; O, you’re good for little But for sugar plums t Pooh! a fig for pity. That can snore Uke yours. . Buy her something pretty, Toys work wondrous cures! You’ve « engagements pressing— Can’t buy toys.to-day.” Do you mind confessing V What engagements, pray ? - Dinner, and- a meeting” • how you’re beguiled; , ... Gossipingand eating, And forget your child! . Hang “ Associations l” “British” fiddlestick! Old wives’dissertations! ' Tell them Trotty’s sick. Is it “ mothers’folly ? ” Men are selfish churls { Bring her home a dolly, One with hazel curls. jHush! the darling chatters. ‘‘Spoil her?” Never fear! Folly Spoils and flatters—- ■ Love spoilt no one, dear ! ~rpood Words. Haebo^khuW