vol. iii.—no. 142. | Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. | price four cents. |
Tuesday, July 18, 1882. | Copyright, 1882, by Harper & Brothers. | $1.50 per Year, in Advance. |
Of all the lovely things we do, my sister Maud and I,
In summer days, at grandpa's farm, where hills are green and high,
There's nothing that we like so well as being sent to keep,
All through the shady afternoon, a flock of milk-white sheep.
You see, each lambkin knows its name; and when we call aloud,
From every corner of the field the fleecy darlings crowd.
At twilight when the sun goes down, to let the stars outshine,
We bend for them some willow boughs, or dainty budding vine.
And grandma bids us give them salt; they think it quite a treat,
Just as we think of sugar-plums, or bonbons nice and sweet.
But when the frisky little ones eat quick and run away,
"Excuse them, please, they're very youn