CHILDREN STILL. By Lillib E. Bark,

Waikato Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1553, 17 June 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

CHILDREN STILL. By Lillib E. Bark,

Quiet I lat by my fireside, And I seera'd to be reading my book, So the ohildren were noways frighted I either would listen or look At them in their pleasant corner ; > So pawkie and wise-iiUe aud gay, So throng with their house and their dolls, And just turning life into play. ii. " My dolly," said Jenny to Kitty, " Was dreadfully sick in tue night," " Mine," said Kitty, " got loui yesterday, And I very near died of highs." "Where was her nurse?" Oh I muses indeed I , They are worse every day I know. I'm invited out to a party, Bat I'm almost afraid to go." hi. "No wonder. Bat, it yon should venture Pray what are you going to wear f»» "Well you see 'tis the Governor's ball/ And every one's sure to be theie, And I'd like a dress of pink saiiu, With an overbkirt made oi white ; But husband says business la nowhere, Aud money dreadfully tight." IV. Jast then came into the parlour A neighbour to make me a call, A«id so I forgot the children, Their dolls, the Governor's ballForgot their pietty pretences . Of business and money affairs, The solemn shake of the linio heads, So futl of ianoitnl cares. y. Bat the matron of forty summers Only lifted the ohiluren'u Birain. •• Do you know, I have been bo anxious, For babj's been sick again ? I declare there's no trusting servants. And nurse is quite careless, I find, I toll her things over and over, But I never get her to mind. VI. " And aunt has cards out for a dinner. And, of oouise, I ought to be there ; But then I should want a new costume, For I've really got nothing to wear." " Wei), get one." " It's out of the question And I don't think it would be right, Far John u»ya trade's feS a JitßacJatill, And money awfnlly tight." VII. 'Twas Jenny and Kissy over again, Aud I thought wuh a yearnittg Jove, What are we all bat children In the sight of the Fftiher above J For the gitl wants her doll and her dress, . And the boy his horse and his game, The woman her Lome and her ohildren. The mac wants iortune and fame. And all want work, or a charge to keep, And all want something to love; Ah 1 young and old, are the ohildren, still, In the lieiirt oi Tho Father above.

Appearakces are deceptive. One cheeie inny eeoin to be the exact counterpart of another nod yet bo a mighty night riohar. — Boston Globe. In the world's broad fieU of polo, in ihe b»se ball game of s * f«, many a ohm is birked severely, you can bet your precious life.— • New York Daily News. It sterna tiut competition has forced the pries of f*lse teeth down bo low thit it isn't really worth a body's while ho cvi hie natural ontu.— Burlington Hawkey e, " Don i be for ever sighing for wealth, my son," counselled John's father ; "be content with what you have." "I intend to be content when I have it," replied John. - Chili is not a oold countiy. — Webster Times. Nor Greenland a green country. — Steubenville Republican. Patagonia is not an Irinh country.— Cambridge Tribune. " Will you please insert this obituary notice ?" asked an old gentleman of a Blnghampton editor. " I made bold to ask 1b became the deceased had a great many friends About here who'd be glad ±o hear of his death." r Her gentle hint: Young lady (suddenly atarting) — "My goodnesa!" Young gentleman (late *Uyei)— " What's the matter »" Toueg lady (glancing at the clock)—" Nothing; I thought I heard the milkman."— Rochester Express. Gifts. — The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness ; to your opponent, tolt ranee ; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to your father, deference} to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you ; to yourself, respeot; to all men, charity. Theeb is a Bound reason wlay there ate bones in our meat and stones in our land. A wold where everything was caßy would be a nursery for babies, but not ab all a fit place for men. Celery is not sweet ttatil it has felt the froat, and men don't come to their perfection till disappointment has dropped a half-hundred weight or two upon their to^s. Who would know good horses it there were no heavy loads ? — John Ploughman. In the depth of the Bea the water is still; the heaviest grief is borne in silence; the. deepest love flows through the eyes and touch; the purest joy is unspeakable. • To protect one's self against the storms .of life, marriage with a good woman is a' harbour- in the tempest; but with a, bad woman it proves a tempest in the' harbour. , , Said Mrs. Smith, who; had come to' spend the day, to little Edith — " Are you. glad^to see me again, Edith?" Edith—' "Yes,, mm, and mama's glady tool" Mrs.. , Smith.— "ls she?" Edith— "Yes, m J m;~ she, said> she hoped you'd come to*, day, and have it"ever with." . --- \ Thb next man who gets out a dictionary; should not i neglect ,s to* pub in a few words that, will 'rhyme > with * October/ 'for the benefifcjpfbpoets. ; "The 'dictionaries how?in the'sniarieti; 'are* very <defioi6ilt >iir .this Wupcoti^^J'KHookecl t «ber M^iß v Waoutf';the best the»poetcan do* afrpresenfc;' 1 ' "s <n - ** 'E^iat language compkincdoM^tirregnlftiity'of Jiie^verJ^^ityl^gOj'f^the^pMSciitftenstt of