Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1891 — LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. [ARTICLE]

LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS.

THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPER. Quaint Savings and Doings or Tattle Ones Gathered ah 1 1 rlutad tiers tur fmier hlttle Folfcs to Keadj YF]' r toyv Ware. <sn (rrftndmaii.'ij.'ft's table is walling for me A plato with gingerbread piled, itfond and milk, ants perries and cream, And the mug marked: “For a good child." Ard 1 cut tny supper, and yroqdor where That tfQtlfwfliri laud may* he. Where the sky white and tiuNßarth U blue '1 hat on my plaid I see. “Grandma, you know ’most oj’Cfylliing— Tell me the story or it all; Do the long-tailed birds know how to slngf Did a princess live in that castle small? The princess' hair in a fairy tale Is generally gold, but this Is blue: llow does the boat go without any sail? Toll me the story,-grandmamma, do.”

So she tells mo the legend, centuries old. Of the mandarin, rich In lands and gold; Of Li-chl fair and Chang the gtod. Who loved each other as lovers should; llow they hid in the gardener's hut awhile; Theu fled away to the Beautiful Isle: Though the cruel father pursued them there, And would have killed the hapless pair; But a kindly Power, hy pity stirred, Changed each Into a beautiful bird. Grandmamma puts her spectacles on. And shows me on the plate The mandarin's bouse, the' island home. The f>ba'f, the brtd'ge, the 1 gate. “Hero Is the irrange tree where they talked'— Hero they ale running away— And over all at the top you l sew The birds makhyg love alway." And the odd little* figures seem to live— Strange fancies fill my beud, Till grandmamma Wrtlir me, much two soon, It’s time to go to 6*d. Bert I dream of a land all blue and l White. 1 »oo the Hovers take tllwtr flight; Over the arching bridge'they go— One of tb» lover birds Him be low— From the lltrile l ouse wlbS the turnod up edgesCome tiny lomis and ludlos-snd pagos; And the bed’.lent turns to a Willow tree, And at last 1 Mem myself to be An azure lassie* wandering through That boautlfubqueer little laud of blue. —Ludovlcko.