and twice a little world. But we have
omitted the pretty little productions named at the head of this article.
They consist of seven little songs for little people, set to music on
small-sized paper, so that the little singer may hold the song after the
orchestra fashion, without hiding her smiles. 1. The Little Fish,
harmonized from _Nursery Rhymes_; 2. The Little Robin; 3. The Little
Spider and his Wife, from _Original Poems_; 4. The Little Star, from
_Nursery Rhymes_; 5. A Summer Evening, from the _Infant Minstrel_; 6.
Come Away, Come Away, to the air of the Swiss Boy, by Mr. Green, the
publisher; and, 7. The Little Lady Bird:--

Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,
The field-mouse is gone to her nest,
The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes,
And the bees and the birds are at rest.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,
The glow-worm is lighting his lamp,
The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings
Will be wet with the close-clinging damp.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,
The fairy bells tinkle afar;
Make haste, or they'll catch ye, and harness ye fast,
With a cobweb, to Oberon's car.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away now
To your home in the old willow-tree,
Where your children so dear have invited the ant,
And a few cosy neighbours to tea.

There is some novelty and ingenuity in adapting the words and music of
songs for young singers. Love, war, and drinking songs are very well for
adults, but are out of time in the nursery or schoolroom; for these
predilections spring up quite early enough in the bosoms of mankind. We
should not forget the vignette lithographs to the little songs, which
are beautifully executed by Hullmandel. All beginners will do well to
see these songs, for we know many of the "larger growth" who are
_little_ singers.

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POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.

WITCHCRAFT, &C.

MACB. How now, you secret, black, and mid-night hags? What is't you do?

WITCHES. A deed without a name.

MACB.

I conjure you by that which you profess,
(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me;
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches--though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up--
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down--
Though castles topple on their warder's heads--
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations--tho