If I were up there, With you and my friends, I'd rock in it nicely, you'd see; I'd sit in the middle And hold by both ends; Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be! I would call to the stars To keep out of the way Lest we should rock over their toes; And then I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes. And there we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam; We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home. --Taken from Child-Life, edited by Whittier. [Illustration] LADY MOON. BY LORD HOUGHTON. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All that love me. Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep? Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep? Ask me not this, little child, if you love me; You are too bold; I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All that love me. --Taken from Child-Life, edited by Whittier. A LEGEND. A moonbeam once fell on the bell of a flower, Way down by a silvery rill; 'Twas cradled to sleep in a rapturous hour, When all the green forest was still. That flower, when golden and glad was the morning, Was shriveled and wilted and thin; But on the next night, all its chalice adorning, The moonbeam still lingered within. Since then has the flower been tender and creamy, Wherever its petals have blown, All fragile and pearly and dainty and dreamy Is the night-blooming cereus known. --Taken from the New York Tribune. THE PLANET MARS AND THE BABY PLANETS. Next morning Harry and his little cousin Nellie, with her doll, awaited Mary. Harry had told Nellie about his delightful ramble on the moon the evening before, and she was delighted with the stories of the man, the woman, and the toad in the moon. "I wonder what cousin Mary will tell us about this morning," she said. "I am going to tell you about a pretty little planet named Mars," said Mary, as she came into the room and overheard Nellie's remark. Picking up Nellie, and placing her on her knee, she began the story of Mars as follows: STORY OF PLANET MARS. "Next door to our own planet earth is a beautiful little world tinted with red. It has snow-white caps at the north and south poles just like our earth, and trees and flowers perhaps far prettier, for all we know. But there is not much water on Mars, because Mars is an old planet." "How do you know it is old?" asked Harry.