To The Members Of My Home Club.[C]

While dwelling in sweet wisdom's fruitful ways, In company with poets grand and good Who met our human nature's every mood, What life was ours, beyond our words to praise! In seeking for the secret of the lays Which clothed in art pure Nature's daily food, Or brought to light a Christian brotherhood, Did we not garner thoughts for future days? 'Tis one of wisdom's joys, while lingering here To plant her seeds of righteousness and peace, To give a sweet companionship and cheer To those who seek from her their soul's increase. This, friends, we've felt in our Club atmosphere. May its sweet memory linger till life cease!

Chelsea, Mass., 1888.

[C] For an account of this Home Club, see the Boston Literary World, of July 9, 1887, and June 9, 1888; also, Lend a Hand, for September, 1889.

FOR MY LITTLE NEPHEWS AND NIECES.

A MAMMA'S LULLABY.

Dream of loveliest beauty in thine hour of sleep, Harold, baby boy. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. Catch the sweetest glimpses of the heavenly bliss, While the holy angels bless thee with a kiss. Lullaby, lullaby. So shall mamma feel a breath Of celestial power, To beautify the ministry, Of baby's waking hour. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, Harold, baby boy. Lullaby, lullaby.

WARREN'S SONG.

How I love you, baby dear, Sister Rosamond! I must kiss you, I must hug you, I must be your little beau, To protect you Or to rescue From the faults of friend or foe. I must grow more wise and graceful Every way, That I may be true and helpful For the day When, as lovely fair young woman, You will need my stay. Darling Rosebud, How I love you, How I love you, sister dear! Oh, I will be good and pure, Striving always to endure What will make me honest, kind, Generous, manly, strong in mind, Worthy of my Rosebud. Darling Rosebud, Sweetest Rosebud, How I love you, sister dear!

BABY MILDRED.

Darling baby Mildred, playing on the floor-- I see! Creeping here and creeping there, Into mischief everywhere, Mamma's little pet and care-- I see!

Fearless baby Mildred, on her rocking horse-- I see! Never slipping from her place, Joyous laughter keeping pace With a motion full of grace-- I see!

Thoughtful baby Mildred, papa's pet and pride-- I know! Lighting up the passing days With such happy, winsome ways, Joy of household life that pays-- I know!

Tired baby Mildred, lovely eyes all closed-- Sleep on! Waking, heaven will be more near For the angels' presence here, Whispering secrets in her ear-- Sleep on! Sleep on!

ROSAMOND AND MILDRED.

Rosamond and Mildred, playing on the floor-- I see! Laughing blue eyes, dimpled face, Laughing brown eyes, ways of grace, Chubby hands that interlace-- I see!

Rosamond and Mildred, trying hard to walk-- I see! Clinging now to mamma's dress, Trembling in new happiness, Then at last a sweet success-- I see!

Rosamond and Mildred, born the same glad year-- I know! Cousins; each in her own way Growing wiser every day, Full of promise as of play-- I know!

Rosamond and Mildred, parting to go home-- Good-bye! Each a little picture fair, Carrying blessing everywhere. Grateful are we for our share-- Good-bye! Good-bye!

'CHILLA.

Chinchilla? Come, 'Chilla!-- Ah, here she comes bounding, So quickly responding, Oh, who could but love her! Her fur like chinchilla-- Her movements all grace-- Such a wise little face-- What kitty is like her? Oh, who could but love her, Our dear pretty 'Chilla!

CHILDISH FANCIES.