ng stiffly in,
With sugared cakes and jelly-tarts
Upon a shining tin.

When I have eaten all I can,
Aunt Lucy bids me go
Into the garden, where all kinds
Of lovely flowers grow.

Pale roses of a hundred leaves,
Sweet-william, four-o'clocks,
Pinks, daisies, bleeding-hearts and things
All bordered 'round with box.

And there's an arbor, where the grapes
Hang low enough to reach;
A plum-tree just across the path,
And by the wall a peach.

And oh! I think it very nice
To come and visit here;
The house, the garden and the folks
All seem so very queer!

And though I am well satisfied
A while to romp and play,--
A wee old lady, kind and dear,
_I_ want to be some day;

And so I hope that when I, too,
Have grown to eighty-three,
I'll be a lovely lady like
My Great-aunt Lucy Lee.

Our Visitors

By Isabel Lyndall

When grandma comes to visit,
She very often brings
Her satchel full of cookies,
And ginger cakes and things.

Grandpa carries in his grip
For Dorothy and me,
One of the newest toys that moves,
When wound up with a key.

Aunt Sarah says there is no need
To have so many toys!
She seems to think that useful things
Are best for girls and boys.

Uncle Jack we're glad to see
Although he is a tease.
He gives us each a quarter
To spend just as we please!

BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA

Grandmamma sits in her quaint arm-chair--
Never was lady more sweet and fair!
Her gray locks ripple like silver shells,
And her brow its own calm story tells
Of a gentle life and a peaceful even,
A trust in God and a hope in heaven!

Little girl Mary sits rocking away
In her own low seat, like some winsome fay;
Two dolly babies her kisses share,
And another one lies by the side of her chair.
Mary is fair as the morning dew--
Cheeks of roses and ribbons of blue!

"Say, grandmamma," says the pretty elf,
"Tell me a story about yourself.
When you were little, what did you play?
Was you good or naughty, the whole long day?
Was it hundreds and hundreds of years ago?
And what makes your soft hair as white as snow?

"Did you have a mamma to hug and kiss?
And a dolly like