Dolly's little mother Hunted for her child; But no trace of her was seen Till the air grew mild. When the snow was melted, There was dolly found, With her silken dress all soiled On the muddy ground. EMILY CARTER. NEW METHOD OF CATCHING MICE. PERHAPS some of your youthful readers will be glad to know how I catch mice. If you think so, you are at liberty to publish the following; for I do not intend to apply for a patent. One evening last week we made some molasses candy; and, as too much of it, eaten before going to bed, is not good for the teeth, I spread some on a baking-tin, and set it away to cool for the next day. It was not cooked enough to harden thoroughly; and a little mouse had the curiosity to taste it; but, the moment his feet touched it, they stuck fast, and he could not get away. His cries for help brought two other mice to his assistance; but they shared the same fate, the molasses candy holding all three prisoners. When I found them the next morning, all three were stuck fast. This shows what a useful thing molasses candy is to have in a house, and is a warning to all mice not to meddle with it. ARTHUR F. CORBIN. GOUVERNEUR, N.Y. A SONG FOR BABY. NUTS for all the baby-birds In the merry budding spring; Roses, where the dusty bees May sip and cling. Shade for all the pretty lambs That in the summer stray; Hedges, where the crickets chirp Their time away. Holes, where nimble squirrels hide When autumn hours are chill; Heaping barns, where horse and cow Have shelter still. Homes for rabbit, mouse, and mole, When winter strews the ground; But mother's arms for baby dear The whole year round! GEORGE COOPER. [Illustration] [Illustration] JAMIE CANFIELD'S SAND-HEAP. JAMIE CANFIELD is a three-year-old boy who lives in Lawrence, Kansas, the prettiest town in the State. He and Freddy Bassett, a four-year-old neighbor, love to play in the dirt; and their mammas allow them to do it, because it is so healthy. It certainly has proved to be so in Jamie's case; for he was quite pale and delicate in the spring, and now he is brown and rugged, and ready to eat all the food he can get. But dear me! he used to get so dirty! What was the use of washing him, and putting on clean dresses and aprons, when he was constantly throwing aside his other playthings, and making mud pies, or carting earth in his little red wagon?