THE NURSERY MAID.

LET children always, when they're ill, Both eat and drink whate'er they will; Although 'forbid' by Doctor Diet, 'Twill do 'em good, and keep 'em quiet. They'll love you—all, and take it kind too, To throw their physic out of window: Remember, though, 'tis quite as well To bid the poor things "not to tell." Do for your Mistress just the same, If laid up either sick or lame; And if she 'longs,'—whate'er the food, Engage that it will do her good. But if she goes to whip a child, Declare you're 'druv' distracted, wild; And swear to leave her place you'd 'ruther,' Than live with such a cruel mother!

But don't go far enough to fret her; She'll scold, but love you all the better For taking the 'dear children's part,'— You've "railly such a tender heart!" Yet when you're flirting in the park, Make 'em stop out till quite pitch dark; And 'if so be as how' they cry, "They'll go to Bogey certain-ly!"