Now let us find them. Why, they have hidden! Perhaps they were fairies that came all unbidden, And ran away, frightened, when Lena laughed out. Ha, ha! how she scared them! but very queer is The change that a laugh can alone bring about. ’TIS THE APPLES. Little kid, Frisking kid, Pretty as a fawn, Runs to me when I pass Where he lies in the grass, At the early dawn. Little one, pretty pet, You have not forgotten yet How the other day I fed You with apples, rosy-red, By the garden wall. ’Tis for juicy apples sweet You are kneeling at my feet, ’Tis the apples you love so— Apples, and not me, I know, Oh, not me at all! FOOLED. After the long and merry day, Little cousin, tired of play, Has fallen asleep in the rocking-chair. Soft, let me whisper in her ear— There are better places to rest, my dear; Come, let us go up-stair. She doesn’t waken. Now, eyes so bright, Under a curtain, out of sight, Cannot I get a glimpse of you? Creep, creep, creep, mouse, creep, Cautiously up the dimpled cheek— Peek, peek-a-boo, boo! Not a glimpse! Now, then, little girl, I’ll tickle your ear with this stray curl, This curl of your tangled hair. Now I’ll count the dimples: One, two, three— “Ha! ha!”—you rogue, you were fooling me! Fooling me, I declare! A NEW TOY. Sunshine dances on the floor; Baby reaches after; Golden toy, ne’er touched before, Wakens smiles and laughter. Mighty orb, so wondrous bright, Human gaze defying, The round earth with warmth and light Lavishly supplying; Making green the forest wide, Blue the ocean’s billow, And the rosy eventide Meet to be thy pillow; Clothing vale and slope and plain With rare blossom-treasure, Purpling grape and rip’ning grain For the people’s pleasure; Driving chill and gloom away, Wheresoe’er they may be;— Lo, thou bringest, god of day, Playthings for a baby. CHARLEY ON HORSEBACK. “_I had a little hobby-horse._” Rock away! rock away! Here we go All on a journey— Kee! ki—oh! Over the mountains, Over the sea, Rock away, rock away, Here are we! Now we’re in China, Now we’re in Spain, Now we’re in Texas, Now we’re in Maine. Now we’re in London, Now we’re in Rome— Here we are back again, Safe at home! Look at us, look at us, Tim and me! No greater travelers Will you see. Can’t stop for questions, Oh, no, no! Rock away, rock away, Off we go! CRUEL!