Children seem to possess an inherent conviction that when the hole is big enough for the cat, no smaller one at the side is needed for the kitten. They don't really care for "Glimpses" of this, or "Gleanings" of that, or "Footsteps" to the other--but would rather stretch and pull, and get on tiptoe to reach the sweeter fruit above them, than confine themselves to the crabs which grow to their level. Miss RIGBY. _1844._ COWPER, WILLIAM. *The Diverting History of John Gilpin. Illustrated by Randolph Caldecott. Warne. .25 A spirited delineation of the never-to-be-forgotten ride. COX, PALMER. (p. 45) *The Brownies: Their Book. Illustrated by the Author. Century. 1.50 Every child should know Mr. Cox's prankish, helpful Brownies. The verses are accompanied by many delightful pictures. HAZARD, BERTHA (Editor). Three Years with the Poets. Houghton. .50 While these selections are intended for memorization by children, and are arranged by months for the school year, the collection is so good as to fill a useful place in the home library. At the end of the book are a few pages of wisely chosen little selections of poetry and prose, truly called Helps for the Day's Work. OSTERTAG, BLANCHE (Editor and Illustrator). Old Songs for Young America. Music arranged by Clarence Forsyth. Doubleday. 2.00 The familiar songs, set to the music of the old tunes, and charmingly illustrated,--the costumes those of olden days. Some of the pictures are in color and some in black and white. The Monkey's Wedding, Bobby Shafto, and Old Dan Tucker, are included in the contents. OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS. Harper. 1.25 This carefully chosen collection--in which American poets are well represented--although made over thirty years ago, still holds its (p. 46) own as a standard. One of the divisions is devoted to hymns. TAYLOR, JANE and ANN. Little Ann, and Other Poems. Illustrated by Kate Greenaway. Warne. 1.00 It is a good thing for children to learn from these quaint verses, with their charming illustrations, the sort of reading which pleased the small folks of long ago. The Taylors seldom struck so happy a vein as in the poem called The Field Daisy, which begins: "I'm a pretty little thing, Always coming with the Spring; In the meadows green I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is covered flat With a white and yellow hat."