"A Soldier's Children" was written in 1879, whilst many friends were fighting in South Africa, and ten years before a story bearing the same name was issued by the writer of _Bootles' Baby_. The "Songs for Music" appeared in 1874 in a volume called _Songs by Four Friends_, except the two last poems, "Anemones" and "Autumn Tints." The former was given by Mrs. Ewing to her brother, Mr. Alfred Scott-Gatty, to set to music, and it has recently been published by Messrs. Boosey. "Autumn Tints" was found amongst Mrs. Ewing's papers after her death, and is now printed for the first time. HORATIA K.F. EDEN. _June 1895._ CONTENTS. VERSES FOR CHILDREN. THE BURIAL OF THE LINNET MASTER FRITZ THE WILLOW-MAN OUR GARDEN A FRIEND IN THE GARDEN THREE LITTLE NEST BIRDS DOLLY'S LULLABY: A NURSERY RHYME A HERO TO HIS HOBBY-HORSE THE DOLLS' WASH HOUSE-BUILDING AND REPAIRS THE BLUE-BELLS ON THE LEA AN ONLY CHILD'S TEA-PARTY PAPA POODLE GRANDMOTHER'S SPRING BIG SMITH KIT'S CRADLE THE MILL STREAM BOY AND SQUIRREL LITTLE MASTER TO HIS BIG DOG A SWEET LITTLE DEAR BLUE AND RED; OR, THE DISCONTENTED LOBSTER THE YELLOW FLY: A TALE WITH A STING IN IT CANADA HOME THE POET AND THE BROOK: A TALE OF TRANSFORMATIONS A SOLDIER'S CHILDREN "TOUCH HIM IF YOU DARE:" A TALE OF THE HEDGE MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY REVIEW THE PROMISE CONVALESCENCE THE ADVENTURES OF AN ELF. (_Translated_) SONGS FOR MUSIC. SERENADE MAIDEN WITH THE GIPSY LOOK AH! WOULD I COULD FORGET MADRIGAL THE ELLEREE: A SONG OF SECOND SIGHT OTHER STARS FADED FLOWERS SPEED WELL HOW MANY YEARS AGO? "WITH A DIFFERENCE" THE LILY OF THE LAKE FROM FLEETING PLEASURES: A REQUIEM FOR ONE ALIVE THE RUNAWAY'S RETURN FANCY FREE: A GIRL'S SONG MY LOVE'S GIFT ANEMONES AUTUMN LEAVES HYMNS. CONFIRMATION WHITSUNTIDE CHRISTMAS WISHES: A CAROL TEACH ME. (_From the Danish_) VERSES FOR CHILDREN. THE BURIAL OF THE LINNET. Found in the garden--dead in his beauty. Ah! that a linnet should die in the spring! Bury him, comrades, in pitiful duty, Muffle the dinner-bell, solemnly ring. Bury him kindly--up in the corner; Bird, beast, and gold-fish are sepulchred there; Bid the black kitten march as chief mourner, Waving her tail like a plume in the air. Bury him nobly--next to the donkey; Fetch the old banner, and wave it about: Bury him deeply--think of the monkey, Shallow his grave, and the dogs got him out. Bury him softly--white wool around him, Kiss his poor feathers,--the first kiss and last; Tell his poor widow kind friends have found him: Plant his poor grave with whatever grows fast.