Class lvt> H5 .7 Book r r CoipghtN". COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. Internattonal itrmation ^txm EDITED BY WILLIAM T. HARRIS, Ph.D., LL.D. VoLmfE XXXII. INTERNATIONAL EDUCATION SERIES THE SOTOS AND MUSIC ^*^ OF FRIEDRICHFROEBEL'S MOTHER PLAY (MUTTER UND KOSE LIEDER) SONGS NEWLY TRANSLATED AND FURNISHED WITH NEW MUSIC PREPARED AND ARRANGED BY SUSAN E. BLOW "Deep meaning oft lies hid in childish play"" Schiller NE^vr^rtrSK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1895 18^5 Copyright, 1895, By D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. Electrotyped and Printed AT THE APPLETON PrESS, U. S. A. EDITOE'S PEEFACE. The publishers have divided this work of Froebel in order to bring it into volumes of convenient size. The edition of Wichard Lange and the former English translations have the form and style of a music book. In separating the contents for this division, the mottoes, com- mentaries, and mother communings have been placed in the first volume, which may be called the Mother's volume. The songs and music are reserved for the present volume, which is the Children's volume. What it contains is suitable for children's ears and voices. As already mentioned in the preface to the first volume, the illustrations are reproduced from the large and well-executed cuts of the Wichard Lange edition, long since out of print, and now very diflB.cult to procure even from an antiquarian bookstore. The pictures in that edi- tion are large enough (6 by 9 inches) to show the minute details. In order to preserve these details the publishers of the present edition (size of page 3-^- by 5 inches) have been at the pains of repeating and enlarging the parts of vi EDITOR'S PREFACE. certain of the pictures, making in some cases two or three new pictures, and bringing out what is obscure with greater distinctness than is found even in the Lange edition. Inasmuch as the children are expected to find all these par- ticulars in their study of the illustrations, and trace out the motives of the artist, this feature of the work will be appreciated by all kinder- gartners. The publishers have also enlarged the Lange pictures to four times the size of the original, and printed them on a series of charts for use in the kindergartens, furnishing them at a moderate price. The new music herewith offered will justify itself as a substitute for that which has been dis- carded. I have already stated in my preface to the former volume the reasons that have made it desirable to obtain new and more poetic transla- tions of these Froebelian songs. I have gone so far as to say that ^' most of the literal imita- tions of Froebel's poetry have contributed in a greater or less degree to ruin the poetic sense of teachers and pupils.'' I believe that I shall be sustained in this opinion by all kindergartners possessed of genuine poetic taste, but I think that the versions here offered will be found sure to commend themselves to all who have a " lit- erary conscience." W. T. Harris. Washington, D. C, October, 1895. MISS BLOW'S PKEFACE, The poems in this volume are not literal translations of those in the original Mother Play, but attempts to cast Froebel's ideas into truly poetic form. A few songs have been added, in order to develop the thoughts suggested in some of the more important plays, and a series of Wan- dering Games has been given to illustrate Froe- bel's method of genetic evolution. A full ac- count of the development of these games, un- der Froebel's own guidance, will be found in the Pedagogics of the Kindergarten, pp. 247-254.* Since most of the melodies in the original Mother Play have been condemned by competent critics, new music is given in this volume. This music consists in part of melodies written by composers of acknowledged merit, and in part of selections from folk songs. The latter have been submitted to Mr. George L. Osgood, and accepted with his approval. A few of the best melodies in the original Mother Play have been retained, and, finally, some of the music of Karl Reineke has been used. * International Educational Series, vol. xxx. vii viii MISS BLOW'S PREFACE. Grateful acknowledgments are due to Miss Eleanor Smith, and to lier publishers (Messrs. Mil- ton Bradley and Thomas Charles), for permission to use eight songs from Volume I, and one song from Volume II of her Songs for Little Children. Miss Smith's books contain songs on all the subjects omitted in this volume (Good Morning Songs, Weather Songs, Songs of the Seasons, Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving Songs, Flower Songs, Gift Songs, Patriotic Songs, etc., as collaterals to The Greeting, The Little Gar- dener, and The Pigeon- House) ; and I earnestly hope that her interest in and generosity toward the Mother Play may increase the influence of her already well-known and popular collections. I desire also to express my sincere thanks to Mrs. Emily Huntington Miller for The Little Maiden, and The Stars and The Farmyard, as well as for her kindness in adapting The Farm- yard, by Mrs. Follen ; to Mrs. Eliot for The Cuckoo, Hide and Seek, and The Child's Prayer ; to Miss M. J. Garland for the poem and music of Play with the Limbs ; to Miss Kate L. Brown for The Finger Piano, and for the use of The Little Plant ; to Miss Emilie Poulsson for permission to use her poems Calling the Pigeons and The Weather vane ; to Miss Elizabeth C. Le Bourgeois for the poem of The Light-Bird ; to Miss Eleonore Heerwart for the use of The Trees ; to Mr. W. L. Tomlins for the use of Rippling, Purling Little River; to Oliver Ditson Co. for use of Butter- flies; and to Mr. Fred. Field Bullard for gener- ous help in the revision of music. MISS BLOW'S PREFACE. Jx Miss Emilie Poulsson^s charming volnme of Finger Plays is a valuable collateral to the Mother Play. I would call particular attention to The Little Men, The Little Plant, and A Little Boy^s Walk, as songs to be used in connection with The Greeting, Naming the Fingers, The Lit- tle Gardner, and The Pigeon House. Susan E. Blow. Cazenovia, N. Y., Nov. 2, 1895. ^ CONTENTS, PAGE Editor's Preface v Preface by Miss Blow vii POEMS AND PICnjKES. 1. Play with the Limbs Emily Huntington Miller. 3 2. Falling ! Falling ! Emilie Poulsson. 6 3. The Weather Vane Laura E. Richards. 7 4. The Weather Vane Emilie Poulsson. 8 5. All Gone ! Emily Huntington Miller. 10 6. Taste Song Nora Archibald Smith. 14 7. Flower Song Kate L. Brown. 15 8. Tick ! Tack ! Emily Huntington Miller. 16 9. Mowing Grass Emilie Poulsson. IH' 10. The Rhyme of the Bowl of Milk Emilie Poulsson. 20 11. Beckoning the Chickens Emily Huntington Miller. 24 12. Beckoning the Pigeons Emilie Poulsson. 28 13. Beckoning the Pigeons Emily Huntington Miller. 28 14. The Fish in the Brook Emily Huntington Miller. 30 15. The Target Emily Huiitington Miller. 32 16. Pat-a-Cake Emily Huntington Miller. 34 17. The Kest Emily Huntington Miller.. 38 18. The Flower Basket Emily Huntington Miller. 42 19. The Pigeon House Emily Huntington Miller. 44 20. Naming the Fingers Laura E. Richards. 46 21. The Greeting Emilie Poulsson. 50 22. The Family Emilie Poulsson. 52 23. The Family •. Emilie Poulsson. 54 xi xii CONTENTS. PAGB 24. Numbering the Fingers Emilie Poulsson. 60 25. The Finger Piano Kate L. Brown. 62 26. Happy Brothers and Sisters Laura E. Richards. 64 27. Child's Prayer Henrietta R. Eliot. 64 28. The Children on the Tower Laura E. Richards. 66 29. The Child and the Moon Laura E. Richards. 74 30. The Child and the Moon Emily Huntington Ililler. 76 31. The Little Boy and the Moon. Emily Huntington Miller. 76 32. The Little Maiden and the Stars. Emily Huntington Miller. 78 33. The Light Bird Elizabeth Charless Le Bourgeois. 80 34. The Shadow Babbit Laura E. Richards. 84 35. The Wolf Laura E. Richards. 90 36. The Wild Pig Laura E. Richards. 92 37. The Little Window Emily Huntington Miller. 94 38. The Little Window Laura E. Richards. 94 39. The Window George Hyde Page. 96 40. The Charcoal Burner Emily Hmtington Miller. 98 41. The Carpenter Emilie Poulsson. 102 42. The Bridge Emilie Poulsson. 106 43. The Bridge Laura E. Richards. 108 44. The Farmyard Grate Emily Huntington Miller. 110 45. The Farmyard Gate. Mrs. Pollen, adapted by Emily Huntington Miller. 112 46. The Garden Gate Emily Huntington 3Iiller. 114 47. The Little Gardener Laura E. Richards. 116 48. The Wheelwright Emily Huntington Miller. 118 49. The Joiner Nora Archibald Smith. 124 50. The Knights and the Good Child. Emily Huntington Miller. 126 51. The Knights and the Bad Child. Emily Huntington Miller. 128 52. The Knights and the Mother. Emily Huntington Miller. 132 53. The Knights and the Mother. Emily Huntington Miller. 134 54. Hide and Seek Henrietta R. Eliot. 136 CONTENTS. xiii PAGE 55. The Cuckoo ! Henrietta R. Eliot. 138 56. The Toyman and the Maiden. Emily Huntington Miller. 140 57. The Toyman and the Boy.. .Emily Huntington Miller. 144 58. The Church Laura E. Richards. 148 59. The Little Artist, Emilie Poulsson. 153 SONGS AND GAMES. 1. Play with the Limbs Old English (17th Century). 161 2. Play with the Limbs Tyrolese Folk Song. 163 3. Falling! Falling ! Fred. Field Bullard. 163 4. The Weather Vane George L. Osgood. 164 5. The Weather Vane. Arr. from Robert Kohl, ly Eleanor Smith. 164 6. The Trees " . . .Eleanor Heerwart. 165 7. The Windmill ,, .Adolph Jensen. 166 8. Wind Song Eleanor Smith. 168 9. All Gone Fred. Field Bullard. 169 10. Taste— Guessing Game Fred. Field Bullard. 171 11. Flower Song Scotch 3Ielody. 172 12. Flower Song Carl ReinecJce. 173 13. Tick-Tack! Carl Rei7iecke. 174 14. Tick ! Tack ! Eleanor Smith. 175 15. Mowing Grass German Folk Song. 176 16. Beckoning the Chickens W. W. Gilchrist. 177 17. Beckoning the Pigeons. Arr. from Carl Reinecke, by Eleanor Smith. 178 18. The Fish in the Brook. Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 179 19. The Fish in the Brook. Adapted from Johannes Brahms, by Eleanor Smith. 180 20. The Caterpillar Eleanor Smith. 181 31. Butterflies Elizabeth U. Emerso7i. 182 33. The Flying Bird W.W. Gilchrist. 183 33. The Target Fred. Field Bullard. 185 34. Pat-a-Cake Alsatian Folk Song. 186 25. The Mill Wheel Carl Reinecke. 187 xiv CONTENTS. PAGE 26. The Farmer Swiss Folk Song. 188 27. The Bird's Nest. An: from Rohert Kohl, hy Eleanor Smith. 190 28. In a Hedge Eleanor Smith. 191 29. The Bird's Nest W.W. Gilchrist. 193 30. What does Little Birdie say? Eleanor Smith. 193 31. Lullaby J.W. Elliott. 194 32. The Bird's Nest W.W. Gilchrist. 197 33. The Flower Basket R. Kohl. 198 34. The Flower Basket Eleanor Smith. 200 35. The Pigeon House Robert Kohl, arr. ly E. Smith. 201 36. Naming the Fingers French Folk Song. 202 37. The Greeting Scotch Folk Song. 204 38. Thumbs and Fingers say, " Good Morning." Eleanor Smith. 205 39. The Family. W.W. Gilchrist. 206 40. The Family .Eiiphemia M. Parker. 207 41. The Family Austrian Folk Song. 209 42. Numbering the Fingers French Folk Song. 211 Lullaby Peruvian Slumler Song. 212 43. Go to sleep, Thumbkin Eleanor Smith. 213 44. Five in a Row Carl Reinecke. 214 45. Finger Piano. Arr. from Carl Reinecke, hy Eleanor Smith. 216 46. The Happy Brothers and Sisters. .Old French Lullaby. 217 47. The Baby and the Moon Eleanor Smith. 218 48. look at the Moon ! . • . TF. W. Gilchrist. 220 .49. The Little Maiden and the Stars George L. Osgood. 221 50. The Child and the Star J.W. Elliott. 223 51. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star -/. W. Elliott. 223 52. Stars and Daisies Eleanor Sjnith. 225 53. The Light Bird. Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 226 54. The Light Bird. ." Eleanor Smith. 227 55. The Shadow Rabbit Child Song (Old French). 228 56. The Little Window W.W. Gilchrist. 229 57. The Window Eleanor Smith. 231 58. Transformation Game Eleanor Smith. 232 CONTENTS. XV PAGE 59. The Charcoal Burner Fred. Field Bullard. 233 60. The Carpenter W.W. Gilchrist. 235 61. The Carpenter Euphemia M. Parker. 236 62. The Bridge Eleanor Smith. 238 63. The Joiner Rohert Kohl. 239 64. The Farmyard French Folk Songs. 240 65. The Garden Gate W.W. Gilchrist. 242 66. The Little Gardener Hungarian Folk Song. 243 67. The Little Gardener Carl Reinecke. 245 68. Little Annie's Garden Eleanor Smith. 246 69. The Little Plant W.W. Gilchrist. 247 70. The Wheelwright Eleanor Smith. 248 71. The Knights and the Good Child Eleanor Smith. 250 72. The Knights and the Bad Child Eleanor Smith. 252 73. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 254 74. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 255 75. Hide and Seek After Haydn. 257 76. The Cuckoo Fred. Field Bullard. 258 77. Hiding Game Carl Reinecke. 259 78. Guessing the Singer Ca7'l Reinecke. 260 79. The Church Eleanor Smith. 261 80. Wandering Song Old French Lullaly. 263 81. The Visit Carl Reinecke. 265 82. Wandering Song Fred. Field Bullard. 266 83. Rippling, Purling Little River W.W. Gilchrist. 268 SONGS AND PICTURES. PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. Up and down, and in and ont. Toss the little limbs about ; Kick the jDretty dimpled fe^ — That's the way to grow, my sweet ! This way and that. With a pat-a-pat-pat, With one, two, three. For each little knee. By-and-bye, in work and play. They'll be busy all the day ; Wading in the water clear. Running swift for mother dear. So this way and that. With a pat-a-pat-pat. And one, two, three. For each little knee. Emily Huxtington Miller. FALLING! FALLING! Down goes baby. Mother's pet ; Up comes baby, Laugliing yet. Baby well may laugh at harm. While beneath is mother's arm. Down goes baby. Without fear ; Up comes baby. Gaily here. All is joy for baby while In the light of mother's smile. Emilie Poulsson, THE WEATHER-VANE. Weathercock, what makes you go Round and round the whole day so ? ^Tis the wind whirls me ! •'TIS the wind twirls me ! So to all the world I show How the merry wind doth go. Pretty kite, what makes you fly. Up above the tree-tops high ? 'Tis the wind lifts me ! ^Tis the wind drifts me ! Tosses me in merry play. Here and there and every way. Windmill, high on yonder hill. What makes your sails go turning still ? Tis the wind loves them ! ^Tis the wind moves them ! Helps them turn the mill-stones round, So your meal and flour's ground. The wind can do so many things. The airy sprite on viewless wings : It waves the flag, it bends the tree. It shakes our curls for you and me ; And in our merry play we too, Show all the things the wind can do. Laura E. Richards. 7 THE WEATHER-VANE. This way, tliat way, Turns the weather-yane ; This way, that way. Turns and turns again. Turning, pointing, ever showing. How the merry wind is blowing. Emilie Poulssox. ALL GONEl All gone ! the supper's gone ! White bread and milk so sweet. For baby dear to eat. All gone ! the supper's gone ! Where did baby's supper go ? Tongue, you had a share, I know. Little mouth, with open lips. Through your rosy gate it slips. Little throat, you know full well Where it went, if you would tell. Little hands, grow strong ; Little legs, grow long ; Little cheeks, grow red : You have all been fed. Emily Huntington Miller. 10 11 13 13 TASTE SONG. When the reel lips open wide. And you part the teeth inside. Then a tiny door yon show. Where this little plnm may go. Now the pink tongne comes in haste. All the pleasant juice to taste. Ah, 'tis very nice and sweet ! Fruit like this is good to eat. Bid good-bye to juicy plum ; Let the sour apple come — Take a dainty little bite From its cheek all red and white. What a funny face you make ! How your little head you shake ! In your look I see confessed That you like the sweet things best. Now the bitter almond try. Brown its shell, and hard and dry ; Yet within, a kernel white Shyly hides away from sight. Yes, it draws the mouth a bit. But it's wholesome, every whit. Many bitter things you'll meet : Time, perhaps, will make them sweet. All the fruits and nuts, in turn. Teach a lesson you may learn. If a thing is ripe all through, Then 'tis very good for you; But to eat the unripe things. Sharpest pain and trouble brings ; Though they look so fresh and fair. Danger, dear, is hiding there. XoRA Archibald Smith. 14 FLOWER SONG. Smell the flower, my child, and see What its perfume tells to thee. In its cup, so small and bright. Safely hidden from our sight. There an angel-spirit dwells, And its message sweetly tells. " From my tender resting-place. Little one with happy face, I am talking to thee, dear. Though no voice my child may hear ; But my perfume sweet will tell, Little friend, I love thee well.'' Kate L. Brown. 15 TICK! TACK! Swing, swong ! this is the way Goes the pendulum night and day. "Tick-! tock! tick! tock!^^ Never resting, says the clock. " Time for work and time for fun. Time to sleep when day is done. Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock I " Time to rest each little head ; Time the children were in bed." Swing, swong ! sure and slow Goes the pendulum to and fro. "Tick! tock! tick! tock!^' In the morning says the clock. " Time to wake from slumber sweet. Time to wash and time to eat. Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock, " Tick, tack, tock ! " it cries, " Children, it is time to rise ! " Emily IIuxtingtox Miller. 16 17 MOWING GRASS. Peter, Peter, quickly go To the field the grass to mow ; Juicy grass, and hay so sweet. Bring them for the cow to eat. Lina, Lina, milk the cow ; Good milk she will give us now. Milk to drink, with rolls or bread, Thus we little ones are fed. Let us thank our friends, each one : Peter, for the mowing done, Lina, for the milking, too. And for milk, good cow, thank you. Thanks to all are gladly said : Baker, thank you for the bread. Thanks dear mother shall not miss. Given with a loving kiss. Emilie Poulsson. 18 19 THE RHYME OF THE BOWL OF MILK. Oh, liere is the milk, so sweet and white. All ready for dear little baby ! This is the mother, who with delight Poured into the bowl the milk so white. All ready for dear little baby ! This is the milkmaid, who worked with a will Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. To take to the mother, who with delight Poured into the bowl the milk so white. All ready for dear little baby ! This is the cow that gave milk each day To Molly the milkmaid, who worked with a will Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. To take to the mother, who with delight Poured into the bowl the milk so white. All ready for dear little baby ! This is the dry and sweet-smelling hay That was fed to the cow that gave uiilk ea* 'i day To Molly, the milkmaid, who woiked witb .i will Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. To take to the mother, who with delight Poured into the bowl the milk so white. All ready for dear little baby ' 20 This is the grass — (in the field it grew. Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew) — The grass that was dried into sweet- smelling hsij, And fed to the cow that gave milk each day To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. To take to the mother, who with delight Poured into the bowl the milk so white. All ready for dear little baby ! This is the mower, who worked at the farm. Swinging the scythe with his strong right arm. Mowing the fields of grass that grew. Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew — The grass that was dried into sweet-smelling hay. And fed to the cow that gave milk each day To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. To take to the mother, who with delight Poured into the bowl the milk so white. All ready for dear little baby ! Ejiilie Poulsson. 23 BECKONING THE CHICKENS. Tiny fingers in a row, Beckon to the chickens — so. Downy little chickens dear. Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! " Chick! chick! chick! chick! Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! '' Pretty chickens, soft and small. Do not fear — we love you all ! Emily Huxtixgtox Miller. 24 25 26 27 BECKONING THE PIGEONS. Call the pigeons, baby dear- Beckon them to you ; Hear them answer lovingly, Coo-oo! coo-oo! coo! Emilie Poulsson. BECKONING THE PIGEONS. See the pretty pigeons, coming, love, to meet yon! Little dimpled hand, can you learn to say, "I greet you ? " Bend the rosy fingers, wave them to and fro : Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby greets you so. Smooth your shining feathers, spread your glossy wings ; Baby loves to see you, gentle, fearless things. Here is grain to feed you, but, before you fly. Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby says " Good-bye ! " Emily Huntington Miller. 28 THE FISH IN THE BROOK. Merry little fishes. In the brook at play. Floating in tlie shallows. Darting swift away. Happy little fishes, come and play with me ! '' No, O no ! " the fishes say, "that can never be !" Pretty bodies curving, Bending like a bow. Through the clear, bright water. See them swiftly go. Happy little fishes, may we play with you ? '' No, O no ! " the fishes say, " that would never do!'' Emily Huntington Miller. 30 31 THE TARGET. One piece this way. And one piece that. And a smooth little board That is round and flat. Drive in a peg That will hold them well. And here is a target. Ready to sell ! " What costs it ? " " Three halfpennies.'' " That is too dear ; Only two halfpennies Have I here." " Three halfpennies is just enough — One for the work and two for the stuff. Three halfpennies the buyer must pay ; Who can not pay it must run away." Emily Huntington Miller. 33 PAT-A-CAKE. Come, my baby, you shall make Mother dear a little cake. Roll it this way, roll it that, Pat the cake all smooth and flat ; Mark it there, and mark it here — There's a cake for mother dear. Baker, is your oven hot ? Bake my cake, but burn it not. Here's the oven, hot and ready. Toss the cake in, straight and steady. Bake it brown, and bring it here. Baby's cake for mother dear. Emily Huntington Miller. 34 35 m ^^ITH^T^ o {—-It/ ^^Irslilrfjfir. k) :^'iiiiiii)f "«fliil!j y THE NEST. Here^s a pretty cradle nest. Snug, and warm, and round ; Cuddled in the downy bed. Little nestling birds we found. " Stay ! stay ! " the birdies say, " Mother, do not fly away ! " " Dear, so dear, never fear ! Mother waits and watches near.'* Peep ! peep ! Dear, so dear. Hush, my babies, do not fear ! " Emily Huntington Miller, 38 40 41 THE FLOWER-BASKET. Weave tlie little basket^ fill it up with, posies, Roses from the garden, blossoms from, the wood. With, our birthday wishes, with, our songs and kisses, Bring it to tbe father, dear and kind and good. With smiles and with singing Our gift we are bringing. But love is the treasure We give without measure. Emily Huxtington Miller. 42 43 THE PIGEON-HOUSE. Oh, see my pigeon-liouse so liigli ! Come, my pretty pigeons, haste to fly ! To pleasant fields they swiftly go. So bnsy gleaning to and fro. And when they come back to rest at night. Again I close my pigeon-house tight. Here, in the home so snng and warm. Live the little children safe from harm. They pass the day in merry play. Through woods and meadows green they stray. But when they come back at night to rest. Father and mother and home are best. When evening shadows slowly creep. Softly coo the pigeons, nestling to sleep. The gentle mother, wise and dear. Her happy children gathers near. And sings to the baby on her breast, '' The world is pleasant, but home is best." Emily Huntington Miller. 44 45 NAMING THE FINGERS. This is little Tommy Thumb, Round and smooth as any plum. This is busy Peter Pointer ; Surely he's a double- jointer. This is mighty Toby Tall ; He's the biggest one of all. This is dainty Reuben Ring ; He's too fine for anything. And this little wee one, maybe, Is the pretty Finger-baby. All the five we've counted now, Busy fingers in a row. Every finger knows the way How to work and how to play ; Yet together work they best. Each one helping all the rest. Laura E. Richards. 4G 47 49 THE GREETING. Now see them here. These friends so dear. As they together meet ; With bows polite. And faces bright. Each other they will greet : " Oh, how do yon do ? And how do yon do ? And how do yon do again ? And how do yon do ? And how do you do ? " Say all these children ten. Emilie Poulsson. 50 51 THE FAMILY. This is the loving motlier. Always good and dear ; This is the busy father. Brave and full of cheer ; This is the merry brother. Grown so strong and tall ; This is the gentle sister. This the baby small ; And here they all together meet. This whole glad family complete. Emilie Poulsson. 53 ^le &toiimama unb «S»uttef lieb uni quU THE FAMILY. This is the mother, so busy at home. Who loves her dear children, whatever may- come. This is the father, so brave and so strong. Who works for his family all the day long-. This is the brother, who'll soon be a man ; He helps his good mother as much as he can. This is the sister, so gentle and mild. Who plays that the dolly is her little child. This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet ; How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet ! Father, and mother, and children so dear. Together you see them, one family here. E-MILIE POULSSON. 54 55 56 57 59 NUMBERING THE FINGERS. The thumb is one. The pointer two. The middle finger three ! Ring finger four. Little finger five. And that is all, you see. Now we have put them all to bed, A quiet sleep to take. And softly sing a lullaby. Lest they too early wake. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, All hushed and still the birdies sit Upon the branches high. The flow'rets hang their pretty heads. The wind sings lullaby. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. Emilie Poulsson. 60 93etm 2)aumc^en fagMc^ gm^, SetmSeigefingerj 3wei, S3etm aJHttelfinger: 2)ret, SeimSRingfittger: 25ier, Seim fleinen gtitger giinft^fage. tit '& 35ett(^eit aG' gelegt, ©c()rafen, feine^ fl^ mel^r regt ; 61 THE FINGER PIANO. Listen, children dear. The lovely music hear ; Little fingers downward go- Hark ! the answer, sweet and low : La! la! la! etc. Rippling, sparkling in the sun. See the laughing brooklets run. Tell us, brooklet, in your play. Tell the song you sing to-day. Up and down the fingers go. Brooklets singing as they flow. Now the merry lark on high Carols sweetly from the sky ; Wide he spreads his fluttering wings. Showering gladness as he sings. Up and down the fingers go ; ^Tis the lark's song here below. Thus the hand, so small a thing. Still may sweetest music bring. Fingers, you must move along. You may help to make the song. Up and down the fingers go. Waken, music, sweet and low ! Kate L. Brown. 63 £te6d)en feaju. I„^3, ,2_, 4 3 63 11 2 2 33 4 ^1231 3^4 6 groftlt^ fptett mew ^tnb atlein, ©inntg frielt tnettt iperj in SRuIj, f^tnger ge^en auf unb ab, 5 342131 5 644321 543 43 2 Siebe, Ctebe UtjnU" THE CHILD AND THE MOON. " Bright, round moon in the starry sky. Sailing above the steeple high, I am so glad your face to see. Come from your far-off place to me ! " " Dear little child, if I come to thee. Who will shine for the ships at sea ? And how will the traveller find his way. Unless in my far-off place I stay ? '' " Bright, round moon, you may shine for all. Sailing above the steeple tall. Thanks I give for your friendly light. Beautiful moon ! Good-bye ! good-night ! " Emily Huntington Miller. THE LITTLE BOY AND THE MOON. Pretty moon, your face I see Just above the garden tree. Are you smiling now for me ? — Moon so brightly smiling ! Yellow moon, so bright, so near. In the sky so soft and clear, I can almost reach you here — Moon so softly shining ! Bring the ladder strong and new, Now I know what I will do : I will climb and sail with you — Moon so slowly sailing ! Emily Huntington Miller. 76 „S[)?utter! gjjonb aefin!" fprac^ ba^ ^tnb auf 2)Iutterarme, aSett ougftrecfenb fel}nenb fetnc ftetnen 5lrme, 5IIiS am flarert ^imntel e« ben SJoHmDnb faf) : 2)enn e2 gkubte fic^ bemfelben »ijt(ig nal^.— „Stne Setter ntiifte fetn, jum SJJonb ju fteigen, SBottten totr fo f)DC^ bort oten tl}n erretc^en ! " @Iei(^ bas ^tnbAen bet ber MuU ter ftcberm SBort Stad) ber nafcen ©(^opfe, al^ bcr Setter Drt, Seine Slrme wenbet, unb sertrau* enb fagt : (2)enn jum SiJJonb ju gel^en i^m gar fef)r betjagt) „fietter I)oten ! " Unb fcfl tear fetn ©inn Bum SBefuc^ beS 5Konb'« gewenbet f)tn. 77 THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. Now the stars begin to peep In the sky, so pure and bright ; Baby soon must go to sleep — She must bid the stars good-night. Little feet are tired of play ; Come, my darling, come away ! " See the mother-star, so dear ! With her little children small ! And the father watching near — Pretty stars, I love you all ! When I shut my eyes to sleep All the night your watch you keep. " Father-star, so big and bright. Close beside them do you stay ? Are there posies, red and white. In the meadows where they play ? Do you shake the dreamland tree Every night for them and me ? "Mother- star, I wish I knew How your babies go to bed ; Do they run as chickens do. Hiding every yellow head ? Do you tuck them, soft and deep. In a fleecy cloud to sleep ? " Come, my darling ! while you sleep On your pillow, soft and white. Stars will through your window peep, Smiling, ''Baby, dear, good-night ! Sweetly dream and safely rest In your pretty cradle nest!" Emily Huntington ^Iiller. 78 S^3fe?><-V^ m THE LIGHT-BIRD. Child. O BIRDIE, gleaming on tlie wall. Gleaming, Gleaming, Are you coming wlien I call. Or am I dreaming ? Mother. 'Tis tlie light-bird, A very bright bird. That is gleaming on the wall. Tis the light-bird, A very bright bird. But it will not heed your call. 80 81 Child. I've seen the moonbeams in the night Streaming, Streaming, The little stars that twinkle bright Like fireflies seeming. Mother. Like the lighl^bird, Like the bright bird. That is gleaming on the wall — Like the light-bird. Like the bright bird. They will not heed your call. Mother and Child. The snn, the moon, the twinkling stars. The rainbow in the skies, A mother's smile, a father's love, We catch them with our eyes ; We can not hold them in our hand. Yet from them need not part. For when we've caught them with our eyes. We hold them in our heart. Elizabeth Charless Le Bourgeois. 83 THE SHADOW RABBIT. Hey, the rabbit ! lio, the rabbit ! See, the rabbit on the wall Pricks his ears, for that's his habit — Pricks them up and lets them fall. Pretty rabbit, stay, now ! Come with me and play, now ! No, ah, no ! he will not stay ; Up he jumps and springs away. Now the rabbit sits npright, Munching grass with all his might. See him wrinkle up his nose ! What's that for, do you suppose ? Rabbit, shall I feed you ? " No, I do not need you ! Rabbits made upon the wall Feed themselves or not at all." 84 85 Down our rabbit cowers now; Sure^ some danger lowers now ! See, the hunter with his gun Thinks he's going to have some fun. Puff ! the bullet's flying ! . Is our rabbit dying ? Not a bit, for see him run ! Rabbits, too, can have their fun ! Laura E. Richards. 86 ^^=^'=^^:i:=^^ 87 A^^ <^ ^' 88 80 THE WOLF. From the dark greenwood. From tlie forest fair. Up comes a gray wolf. Trotting here and there. See how lank and thin is he ! Hungry must the creature be. In the wood are berries sweet. But such thiags he will not eat. So he goes a-hunting Through the meadows fair, Sniffing, snuffing. Prowling here and there. Wolf, you shall not bear away Tender kid or lamb to-day ; For I see the hunter stand With his trusty gun in hand. Laura E. Richards. 90 91 THE WILD PIG. From the green oak wood, Where the acorns lie. Up comes a wild pig, Grunting low and high. Children do not often see Such a piggy-wig as he ! With his long and slender snout See him rooting all about. Poking here, and poking there. Grubbing up his simple fare. Roots and nuts and acorns swoet. Such as piggies love to eat. Hark ! a rustling in the bush ! Off goes piggie with a rush ; Grunting, squealing, there he goes. Where the forest thickest grows ; And the hunter, brave and gay. Will not dine on pig to-day ! Laura E. Richards. 92 9Iu« tern qriinen Sict)enit5rtlb, 5Bd beg mihei Slufentfcalt, ©ief) ! fommt aiic^ etn ^dymcin Jduft fcie frewj unb lauft tie quer, ~g>^^H^n^^^^^W mN / / 113 THE GARDEN GATE. Pretty garden gate, we pray you Open wide, and let ns go Where the merry fountain dances. Where the sweet white lilies grow. Open, pretty gate, we pray ! Open, flowers, for now ^tis day ! In the wind so gently rocking. Here the mother rose is seen ; And her baby buds are peeping Through their blankets soft and green. Baby buds, make haste to grow While the summer breezes blow ! Darling violets, are you hiding In the grass your eyes so blue ? Never fear that we shall harm you-^ We will only smile on you. Roses red and lilies white, Violets sweet, good -by ! good-night ! Emily Huntington Miller. 114 115 THE LITTLE aARDENER. Come, children, with me to the garden away ; The plants are all waiting our coming to-day ; In heat and in sunshine is drooping each leaf, But the children are coming to bring them relief. Trinkle trink ! trinkle trink ! How the drops shine and wink. As the poor thirsty plants hold their heads up to drink ! " All thanks, little children ! ^' each bud seems to say; "All thanks for the love that you show us to- day! !N"ow beauty and perfume shall bless you each one, In loving return for the good you have done. Twinkle twink! twinkle twink! Now like stars see us wink ! For kindness brings kindness, so flowers all think.^^ Laura E. Richards. 116 117 THE WHEELWRIGHT. March together and never stop ! Here we go to the wheelwright's shop ! Wheelwright, show ns the way yon do. Making the wheel so round and true. Turning fast and turning sloio, This is the ivay the loheel must go ! This is the anger, slim and long, Turned by the wheelwright's hands so strong. Straight and steady the auger goes, And smooth and true the hole it grows. Turning steady and turning slow, This is the ivay the auger must go ! These are the spokes, all shaped aright ; This is the hub that holds them tight ; This is the rim of iron and wood To finish my wheel so useful and good. Turning fast and turning slow, This is the ivay the ivheel must go I Emily Huntington Miller. 118 119 120 131 123 THE JOINER. I Plane, plane, plane — t '^ Joiner, follow the grain ! Smooth as silk the table grows ; ^ Not a break the fibre shows. Plane, plane, plane — | Joiner, follow the grain! I Strong, strong, strong, Push the plane along ! ^j Make the bench all glossy white ; Not a splinter leave in sight. Strong, strong, strong, ^ Push the plane along ! j Nora Archibald Smith. 124 125 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD. Galloping fast and galloping free. Who comes a-riding so swift to me ? " Five brave knights with their plumes so gay. What do you seek, good knights, to-day ? " " Over the world lue ride to find The child that is loving and good and kind." " This is the child so dear ! Brave knights, you see him here ! ^' " child, be ahvays good and gay. Now gallop and gallop and gallop away.'' Emily Huntington Miller. 126 127 THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. Here come riding the kniglits so gay. " Any good cliildren here/' they say, " Ready to ride with trumpet in hand, To visit the happy children's land ? '' " Ah, hrave knights, you will all be sad To know that my child is selfish and bad."* " It grieves us much to say He cannot ride to-day. Only good children with us can go.'' Then away and away the knights ride slow. Emily Huntington Miller. 128 10 129 •.^m^mm:' ; 130 THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. Jingle ! jingle ! jingle ! Hop ! hop ! hop ! See, the knights are passing — Stop ! oh, stop ! [N'ow my child is happy. Gentle, good, and true ; He can go a-riding, A-riding with yon. A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell. But bring him back at evening, because we love him well. Never fear, my darling. Look, and see. All the knights are smiling. Smiling at me. You shall stay with mother Till you older grow ; Then my bonny soldier A-riding shall go. A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell. But you^ll come back at evening, because we love you well. E311LY Hu:ntixgton Miller. 132 ^ntdyen, oetflcdPc ®td)l giinf 5ReUer fommen im gotten 2:rabeit, ©te roott'n fo gern mein ^intdien tiabeti. ,,'Du, mein Attttd»en, oetftcde 2)td), 2)a§ tie SReitcr ttid)t finbcn 2)t^." „gieiter, Uebe Sfleiter, Steitet immer tteiter ; 2Bitt'^ (Su^ furj cerfiinben, ^ottut meitt ^infe nicbt jxnfcen." ^op)), :^D)jp ; :^ci3p, f)cpp ; fopp, i;opp] reiten fte fcrt tm ©alopp. „^infc(^en, fcfeau nun froMid) auf, 2)ie fSeiter teiien bason im Sauf." 13c THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. I HEAR the bugle sounding So merry and so clear ; The knights come gaily riding — They want thee, child, I fear. Now hide thee quick, my darling. And nestle close to me, For not one dimpled finger The gallant knights shall see ! You can not have my darling, So do not linger here ; Safe in my heart I'll keep him. He is so good and dear. Now do not tarry longer. But swiftly ride away ! Peep out and smile, my laddie. And bid the knights Good-day ! Emily Huntington Miller. 134 135 HIDE AND SEEK. Where are you, my baby ? You^ve left me alone. Who'll tell me, who'll tell me Where baby is gone ? I've missed him so long ; He's far, far away, I'll thank any one Who will bring him to stay. Why, here in my arms My dear baby lies ! We often look far For what's under our eyes. Henrietta R. Eliot. 136 ajfrftccfcn bed ffinbcd. »tmbcf)en, lieb ^inbc^en Su, ©ag mir, ttjo hjetlefi 2)u ?— SBer fagt, too metn ^intc^en tfi?— Sd) Hb' fo lang eg [(^on isermtEt; S(^ ftnb' e3 ni($t am alten Dtt : Sort ift er, fort ; fprt fort, fort fcrt. ®er mir fann mem ^inbc^en jetgen, ©d)6nften Vanl toiii i* i^m retcfccn. 1)a i|i 'g nun ba, bae ^tnbc^en ja ; 2Gar bem ^er^en jo fc nab !— „©o fann'g tm febcn oft 9cfd)cbn, 2)a§ man bas ?ld(i)fte ni^t fann fe^r 137 THE CUCKOO! Cuckoo! cuckoo! The cuckoo calls you, dear. Cuckoo ! cuckoo ! Call back, and lie will hear. Cuckoo! cuckoo! The cuckoo is alone. Cuckoo! cuckoo! He wants my little one. Henrietta R. Eltot. 138 ©ucfflurf! „®U(f9Ucf! ©ucfgud!" Der ^udutf ruft tai ^intdjen ; „®U(f9U(f ! ©urfgucf ! " SRuf ^ ifin fcoc^ oucf) gefinjtnttijen ; „@U(f9U(f! ©ucfgucf!" Der ^ucfud tfi fo j^anj attetn, „@ucf9ucf ! ©ucfgud ! " Sr mo(^te gem betm ^tnb(!)en fein, ..©ucfgucf! ©udfgud!" Se^t fiat tfin gefunten mein ttnt(^eii Hetn, 9i«n fonnen fte frijfittii) betlammen fctit. .s:;:;^^ r^^': THE TOYMAN AND THE MAIDEN. Listen ! listen, mother dear. How the bells are ringing ! '' Christmas times will soon he Jiere" Tliat is what they're singing. All the boys and girls are out In the frosty weather ; I can hear them laugh and shout. As they talk together. All the shops with toys are gay, Such a pretty showing ; Mother, dear, this very day Let us too be going. Don't you think if Santa Claus Down this way were straying. He would stop and smile to hear What the folks were saying ? I am sure if he should see Just what I was choosing. Such a wise old dear as he Would not be refusing. Mother, dear, your little maid Will not fret or tease you ; All the year I've surely tried To be good and please you. But if I should give your hand Just a little sgueezing When the loveliest doll I see. Would you call that teasing ? Emily Huntington Miller, 140 141 142 ®cr ^aufmann unb tet ^nabe. S3ater, 3?ater ! fet fo gut, 9ttntm tccb Deinen ©tocf unb §ut; ga§ ung fc^nett jum ^aufmann ge{)n, 2ltt' fetn Oater ! bitte, Mtt\ 9limm mtcb boc^ sum ^aufmann mlt. S!iriftfeftiat)rmarft ift ja beut, Ser fo jc^one ©adjen beut. Snabe, fannft njoM mit mir gefien, [' fetn fdiijneg p befeijen ; gtn^ bod) mu§ id) Xir sertraun : 2)ie ©a(^en ben Sater gar finfter anf($aun, SBenn ihn ein Heiner ^nabe begleitet, gBeldier nt*t fotgt, Mi ©*led)te nt(^t metbet; SHJelAer ntd)t imnter ift flei§ig unb gut, 2)er nic^t f)at rmnigen, froben ^[rjuth. Unb ttjenn bent Sater fiir '$ ^tnb nid)t3 gefciat, 2)a« £f)rift!tnbd)en and) fiir ben ^naben ni(^tg mafilt. S3ater, metn 35ater ! o fomm nur unb fomm ! SZBia fc^on red)t tiidjiig fein, wader unb fromm. 143 THE TOYMAN AND THE BOY. " Hasten^ dear father, and come with, me The toyman's wonderful shop to see ! We must tell the toyman what to say. If Santa Claus happens to come his way/' " But what if Santa Claus asks me, dear, ' Has this little child been good this year 9 ' For books, and puzzles, and games, and toys. Are not for idle and selfish boys." " Then tell him, father, that every day I try to be loving and quick to obey ; And every year, as I older grow, I shall be wiser and better, I know." " Now, toyman, what can you show me here To please a child that is good and dear ? " " Beautiful things I have to sell ; I am too busy their names to tell. 144 145 h 11 " Here are trnmpets to blow, and druras to "beat ; Here are knights and soldiers, and horses fleet ; Here are bows and arrows, and sleds to nse. And games and pnzzles, and books to choose." " Toyman, listen ! perhaps some day, Santa Glaus may be coming this way ; Here is a message to slip in his hand ; I think good Santa will understand. " He may bring a drum, and a fine new sled Swift as an arrow, and painted red ; A pair of skates, and a book that tells Of knights and fairies and Christmas bells. " But tell him, toyman, in yonder street Are poor little children with bare cold feet ; He must bring them stockings, all warm and new. And caps and mittens, and playthings too. " And, toyman, lest he should happen to lack. Here is some money to fill up his pack ; We send them our greetings, and wish them good cheer For a merry Christmas and Happy New Year." Emily Huntington Miller. 146 fifrdjcnt^uc mft ??cnflcr „5Bo m dinnana itt ber S^e^r^ett 2Boerm@eftartunb 3;onen fprtc[)t, ©a ft(^ frii^ beg ^ttbeg ©inn I)tn= nefget, 2)teg ju i>flegett, (5r= jm em l)0(^fleg ©tre6en aUt eint. ^ojjb^ gebettggriti friif) ttitjubaljncn, ©eele fern, son mem, m^ Sfir tfuf ^meimt S^r fo bem ^tnb gegetcn SCt^tg 111 meDr tm ©tanb, e« ilim ju rauben 2)ert^m jeigt, wo Sebengein'gung cine, Unb au^ loet^er ©inn buri^ itrennung 147 THE CHURCH. Hark ! the cliiircli bell's pleasant sound ; Let us go, my child. There, where every Sunday morn Rings the summons mild. Through the lofty windows there Rainbow light is streaming fair ; From the doors, wide open thrown. Peals the organ's solemn tone. Chorus—" Come ! " says the silver bell, " Come, where the voices tell * Of the God, that dwells above. Of the God, whose name is love." Let your heart be pure and clean When to church you go. For all sweet and lovely things There you'll learn to know. Learn of God, who gives us all — Birds that sing and streams that fall. Sun and moon in glorious might. Trees and flowers in beauty bright. Chorus—'' Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 148 God, who sends the merry breeze Blowing here and there, Sends the mighty storms that rage Through the upper air ; Yet so loving kind is he. Every smallest leaf you see Knows his care and does his will. Owns his wisdom, working still. Chorus — '" Come ! "' says the silver bell, etc. In the church, so calm, so still. When your childish heart With a solemn joy doth fill. That, too, is his part. He, who loving parents gave. Sister sweet and brother brave. Gives the power to love and bless. Bringing joy and happiness. Chorus — " Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. Once he sent, to dwell on earth , Jesus, blessed child. From the hour that gave him birth Pure and undefiled. Try, like him, my little child. To be gentle, kind, and mild : For ^tis thus your love you'll show To the God who loves you so. Chorus — " Come I " says the silver bell, etc. Lauka E. Richards. 150 THE LITTLE ARTIST. Oh, now we'll draw sucli pretty things! See! little birds with outspread wings, The sloping hill o'er which ^^'''^^=^^<...^^^___ they fly .J--^ To reach a tree with branches high — The tree these birdies love the best. Because it holds th-eir own dear nest. That was the birdies' home, and here We'll draw the children's home, so dear ; And leading to the very door Are all these steps— one, two, three, four. 153 "\ ill The window now we'll draw, where we Look ont so many things to see. O window clear and bright, 'tis you That let the lovely light pass through ! When sunbeams on this mirror fall. The light-bird dances on the wall. Now, if you could but look behind The house, this rippling brook you'd find, Where swim so many silvery And if to cross the brook you -^^^^^^^ wish. Why, here's the bridge, so ^|| || ||\^ safe and dry. Shall we go over, you and I ? What's this ? A watering can like ours. To fill with water for the fiowers. 153 And now we draw a ladder — see ! A long, long ladder it shall be. No wonder baby thongbt lie soon With this could reach the shining moon. Now here's a cosey pigeon house, Not hid in any leafy boughs. But set upon this pole so tall ; Here safely live the pigeons all, And coo with voices soft and low As in and out their house they go. Down far below them on the ground The hen and chickens walk around. And see! a rabbit next /OAi appears ; O bunny, you have such long ears! 154 And here^s the farmyard gate, which we Should always close so carefully. Now, for the carpenter, we'll draw A hammer — see ! and this sharp saw ; And always gratefully we'll tell JfW~~~~~~^~^ About the house he built so well. More friends like him we 7^\^\^Z^ O o have, so kind. We like to bring them to /!^ our mind. ^ So, baker, since our bread you bake, An oven now for you we'll make. And, miller, for the wheat you grind, This flour barrel you shall find. ^ Good farmer, here's your harrow now; We'll draw, besides, the useful plough ; 155 A waggon, too, to load with, hay, Or grain, or fruit, some harvest day. And now we draw a wheel alone. Where hub and tire and spokes are shown. But look ! Far over in the sky A dazzling wheel shines there on high — The glorious sun, whose spreading rays Bring many golden, happy days. And when night darkens all the blue. The twinkling stars come peeping throuo'h. Our eyes the wondrous windows ^^ are ^~"^;^T® Through which we gaze on sun and star; And sometimes what we see on "^^^^"^^ high, 156 We find in beauty nearer by; For star shapes glitter in the snow. And star flowers, too, the meadows show. And now we'll draw the moon, whose light Makes beautiful the silent night: Sometimes a crescent, thin and clear, Sometimes a big, round, silver sphere ; But whether round, or like a bow, It is the same dear moon, we know. Now we will draw but one thing more. And that shall be the big church door. But drawing is such happy play. We'll surely draw again some day. Emilie Poulsson. 157 158 SONGS AND GAMES. 159 PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 161 Emily Huntington Mii.leu. ^ Allegro Moderato. mf Old English (i7 1 ^^^#N That's the way to grow, my sweet Kun - uing swift for Moth - er dear. Up and down and &2I -w ^ ^ ' I ^^: J * — m- z^ ^=t 163 PLAY WITH THE LIMBS.-Concluded. This way aud that. With a pat - a - pat - pat, With OBe, — two, — three ! For each lit - tie knee. s=»=g=j=r a tempo. -m — m- w 1 m— ^^- f- M. J. Gauland. PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. A dapted from a Tyrolese Folk Song. ^_^^=^g-^ — ^ =^^^=1 — iw ns N i"*5 "■■] 1. ^11 a -bout, all a -bout ^r^. — 1 Ba - by's feet are fly - iug ; =1 — : 1-- ^*^ — \ -1 mf 5^« ^ ^. 5^nj=5j-^^ ^rh^ LJ--d— J- F^'^r=^=] ^-J-^-^-Y^^-^^h, ^^^J J^- J ^ ^ — -^ 4.^^j=3 f ^^fc g^^^^^ -*— ^ -**sir- Press them here, Ba-by dear, While your strength we're try - inr ^.^ &b: ^ 1=14— —U-^- FALLING. 163 Emilie Poulsson. Con mo to. Fked. Field Bullaru, Opus 30, Ho. 3. Down goes Ba - by. Mother's pet; Up comes Ba - by, laugbing yet ; P — ' -\ — -"^ K" -• * ^r^-m— -m — ?r* = Ba - by well may laugh at harm, "While be - neath is Mother's arm. P$ -^ ^ m I Allegro. rail. =t?=t: ^_^ >•- Down goes Ba - by with-out fear ; Up comes Ba - by gai - ly here. Pf iS =•1=5: Allegro, m ff-^ jt. .^ rail. ^-=x. -m-m- ^1 a tempo poco piu lento. ^^gE^EEE^ E^ =i=^ :?=:* All is joy for Ba - by while In the light of Mother's smile. ^>t=^ i m^Ml V m a tempo poco piu lento. JSl^ «=£ 1 164 THE WEATHERVANE. Emilie Poulsson. Moderato. (Well accented.) George L. Osgood. mm :5=5^E^ 5E^^ This way, tbat way, turns the weather - vane ; This way, f ^^ ^=q=i that way, turns and turns a - gain : Turn - ing, point-ing. t-g^ ' ^ 1 poeo Tit. ^ j=^=l- S ^ ^ > ^— — »— 1 ~m-r— ^i \ h^ ^ — :j -^^^»— -J — i^^^^J — \ \ — -^ ^- — ^ 1-H ev - er showing, How the mer - ry wind is A- -p(- blow - - ing- -i^H I^H 1^-^=^ -r^ W^^"^ l=J*i= ^^^-h-r-r ~» A J \ ^ -, M — H i Li^ -jt-j H — -J m — ^ LU THE WEATHERVANE. EMir.iE PouLSSON. Arranged from Eobeut Kohl, hy E. S. -f-n — ^1 r^r =f^ ^==, r^cpir— : — ^_f_ — ^^-•^V- -i— i The weath - er - vane is perch'd on high. —J — r- r It seems > 1 gi — J as ^n*— -m THE WEATHERVANE.— Concluded. 165 z^- — =^ =g^r-r- F-r^*~*n F* — "'* — »— r- ^ „^_ --— ^-H winds do blow. The ■weatli - er - vane will quick - ly show. J 1 r~j « 1 1 I -X- «i 1 — irt— -^ — m — m- -J — ^— ?^— ^ — J — J- =^ — =11 m—^—^—m-- ^U=^^Z- r=r=i=^ ^^— «L— <^ ^"Tfl 5^ i,..r r ^r r r fr eg CO 1 #^~-^ F^g-$n p 1 ^ b= L= 1 THE TREES. From "Music for the Kindergarten," by Eleanor Heerwaut. ^li&-^r-^^^^T^ -J^ -^ 1 1 ""- — J — ^ — ^— "^ — ¥ — *l See the trees all in ^h r—r—r a row, T~r~"| Gently swaying to and fro; ^-^—0f-j~^^ — -•- 0r- '^^ ff-^^^^ How their creaking branches sound, While the leaves are scatter'd round; 166 THE TREES.— Concluded. Louis C. Elson. Allegretto. THE WIND MILL. Arranged from Adolph Jexsen. 4s- 1. The wind-mill's fans a - roimd they go, As fresh'ning breezes, 2. But when the siiin-mer sun-beams burn, The la - zj^ fans will on them blow ; They crush our oats, they grind our com. And scarcely turn; The puifs of wind come faint and slow. And ^=^- Ji=jz j=g==^=a=^^=g =g^=^^ ^^:^ -^ ^ Jt^ bus - y are both night and morn. "When blow the wild No then the mill will scarce - ly go. The mil - ler with dis Words from WIDE AWAKE, by permission of D. Lothrop Company. From " Songs for Little Children,"' for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. Publishers: Nlilton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos Charles Co., Chicago. With permission of author and publishers. THE WIND MILL.— Concluded. 167 vem - ber jrales. Swift go the arms and full the sails; With pleas -ure sees How light and light - er, grows the breeze; And > N ^ > — w :M= joy the miller's heart doth swell. He knows his mill is grinding well, soon, a -las! it whol - ly drops. And then tlie bus- y wind mill stops. 168 WIND SONG. P Egbert Louis Stevexsox. Allegro moderato. E. S. ->- 1. I saw yoii toss tlie l N 3S =:i=d^ O wind that sings so loud a son^! O wind that sings so loud a song ! P j==j= -a m. mh-^ wm m ^- t3t^^ :^=«t: ZWiZZCM. -^ — *— h I — ^ i Emily Huntixgton Miller A ndante con moto. mf ALL GONE. Fked. Field Bullaud, Op. .30, l^o. 8. ssr 5iE^ :g ^ ?^ * a i- AU gone ! The sup-per's gone! "White bread and milk, so sweet $ PSEf mf ^m=s i ^ ^^^3^"^g^g i yf=:pB: S* - b" — y- -^ b^ For Ba - by dear to eat, — —J I \ , . All gone! The supper's gone! f W r=~' ^- -1 r Where did Baby's supper go ? Tongue, you had a share, I know ; zf :^^» J i>-r r r r -j^ ^ 170 ALL GONE.— Concluded. cen do. ^= 1^=^ ^ 5i=K: Lit - tie mouth witli o - pen lips, Thro' your ro - sy gate it slips ; § 1==1= ~l^=^ =*^=it r ^1= ■yi rv-* al a-l al 1 ^ 1 bI H .J^-J^i i-J i ^ .. = ^^ L_ . Lit - tie throat, j^ou know fall well "Where it went, if you would tell. /fh-^ — 9 — »d J d ^ — d ^ =ij3^3-^^iKJ — s-*- -f- -^ -f- 1 1 1 1 _«. -«- .«. (S. i \ i 1 L_^_ ^ ( , J f mi '* m- Lit - tie hands! grow strong: Lit - tie legs ! grow long ; i f ?^^ ?5j i ^ 1 iw IV m Lit - tie cheeks ! grow red; 1 You have all been fed. i 1 — *^^ — S — -S^r- -m- — S— H ^ i^^^=^ — 1 — 1 - ' — 1* 1 =q?_iy Nora Archibald Smith Con moto. mp dolce TASTE.- Guessing Game. 171 Fred. Field Bullard, Op. 30, ]^o. 6. :s=iis ^E=^E :i=^=*==i= ^^ O - ver blue eyes, gray or brown, Let the fair white curtaius down; X 1^ 1 : | r 7- ^rJ — s S* — ^~d^" ~J ^5-^ r-K N (S-, ., , J . m J P ^ K ^ Then the red lips o - pen wide, Something nice ril put in -side. -fi^V-^^-^3-F^-^=^ ^ r-^-r_j^^ ^ , Bz*^_p= * .f^ ^ :^t 1— tiiT ^ 1 p ^^g^^^^H^^ :^ — K - 1^5^35^ ^^ — a^ — »- Should you tell its prop - er name, You'll have won the guessing game ; ^ w/ ritard. ^^ P^^S^ a tempo. - |*-^-g— '^— ^- V — s*- :^=it But; your tasting must be slow, That the fla - vor you may know. *--^^ . :fcW 172 FLOWER SONG. NoEA Archibalu Smith. Valse tempo, p dolee. Adapted from an old Scotch Melody. Gov - er tlie eyes all close and tight, — Sweet, oh, so -J— I- ^3--9=i f-^ p dolce. P=idr=qrrpr=ac -= f=l — ^- -g -^-^- -q=Mi=M= :z9=^=M= 1 — t 1 — n- 4 1- X=^^ sweet ! . P And gen - tly take this flow - er biigUt,- \ — I- -•- -m- -ts>- ^ r I s. 1 1 I gij -q-^-^= -^-^ d=MzzM: P M.-:z^: ^=^==S- -I ! 1- z^z Sweet, oil, so sweet ! Breathe all its dew - y \^ 3= — &^ --n---^ m'z IeIeee^^^ -4 A- -<4- g=S= :,^= T^r =^^=^- 1^ i^-qzes: =?2: :^^=:=i i fra-grance, dear, — Sweet, oh, so sweet! And then its '- -•- I 1 r— Si IP I I i— t- 1 1 — L^JT Li :S:z ^s -r-^— T' FLOWER SONG. Kate L. Brown. Andantino. Caul Eeinecke. 5^ ^ 1. Smell tlie flow'r, ray cliild.aiul see What its perfume breathes to thee ; 2. From my ten -der' rest-in g place, Lit - tie one with hap-py face. --r- In its Clip so small and brijiht. Safely hid - den from our sight, I am talking to thee, dear, Tho' no voice my child may hear ; calando. '^^^^^m 1 There an an - gel - spirit dwells, But my perfume, sweet, will tell. And its mes - sage sweetly tells. Lit -tie friend, I love thee well. 174 TICK-TACK ! Emtlte Poulsson. Moderato. f Popular Melody from 'Childrens' Songs," by Caki. Keinecke. E^EEJ :^=i= 1. Tick-tack! tick-tack! Hear the old clock saying Tick-tack! Now ray Ba-by, 2. Tick-tack! tick-tack! B.y your tick-tack steady, G-ood clock, help me ev - er 3. Tick-tack! tick-tack! Forward.backwardswiugiug Tick-tack! Telling ever m ^=i ^r^: ^€ #=ii ^=^ ^E^ That he is a clock is play-ing, While his lit - tie arm he swings That in time I may he read - y Eor wliat-ev - er I must do. That the moments swift are winging Would our hearts be free and gaj^ ^i m -^- Eack and forth, and gai-ly sings. . . Eiit - ing, sleeping, working, too Clock, we must your voice o - bej^ Hark now,— -^ Hark now,— > Tick-tack! tick-tack! Hark now, — J =i=*i t^ •=^5sg= ilt^ ^r-g 1 rit. a tempo. D.C. I 1^ m f dim. TICK-TACK !— Concluded. PP 175 :i=^^=^ -]— ^, ^— IE 1 r Hear the old clock say - ing,— Tick-tack ! tick-tack ! tick-tack ! tick ! f 1=!"= ^ *> S I dim. :pj> gi TICK! TOCK! Emily Huntixgtox Miller. Allegretto. Eleanor Smith. m f i=p^^ 5^5 1, Swing ! swong ! this is the way Goes the pen-du-lum night and day 2. Swing! swong! sure and slow Goes the pen du-lum to., and fro. •s^ ^ ?rt? -^— 1 |-»— =r-^ - [-• — m .^-^ m-- - 4^ 1 1 fe^-^r [=t-=' t- 'H -1 X^f^Zr^- 1 c^— *-^ Tick ! tock ! Tick! tock! p L 1 1 tick! tock! tick ! tock ! 1 J Nev In J - er rest - ing the morn - ing says says 1 the clock : the clock, f? cresc ' ^5 It 1. '^ ^- — ^ Jk^ m~. ^ ^- ^*^~s-^- • I- \ #t^^ ^— ^ H — * ^ 1 — h^- -^^ — -1 -s^ q-^ ^ " ' —-\ head, eves, n w 1 1 \^ Time the Chil - dren 1 chil - dren it is J I were time 1 in to hed rise.... \. — ^ N a L 1 1* a (m m ^ ^' =- ^ ^ /^•^•-W 1 • f r n* i <# sS ' m ..... ..L \ &\^ — \ — -4- — U- 1 1 * 1— -«_!1- -b-^ * 1-q-^- --A-^ \ 1 - — J^ p Emilie Poulsson. Moderato. mf GRASS MOWING. German Folk Song, -3:1^ :«t=:it 1. Pe - ter, Pe - ter, qnick-ly go To the fields the grass to mow; 2. Nowwe thankourfrieuds.eachone, — Pe - ter for the mow-ing done, ?!f^- i :i=r: Jui - cy grass and hay so sweet, Bring them for the cow to eat. Li - n'a for the milking, too, And for milk, good cow,thank you. "^^Emm -p^- SEe=£=33 GRASS MOWING.— Concluded. 177 Li - na, Li - na, milk the cow: Good sweet milk she gives ns now. Thanks to all are glad - ly said: Bak - er, thank you for the bread. a tempo. tf ^^^^^^S^^^^^ Milk to drink with rolls or bread,— Thus the lit - tie ones are fed. Thanks dear Mother shall not miss,— Giv - en with a lov - ing kiss. Pronounced Lee-na, BECKONING THE CHICKENS. Emily Huxtixgtox Milleu. W. W. Gilchrist, Moderately quick. Ti - ny fin-gers in a row, Beckon to the chickens so ; — )-%-^ : ■ i I I i , I I I I I . J ! ! ' ^ tj=fc=z^i pEE E^ Down - y lit -tie chickens dear, — Fingers say, "Come here.comehere. 178 BECKONING THE CHICKENS.-Concluded. f fen; :ti=±=* ^^ i^=^= g Chick ! chick! chick! chick! chick! "Fingers say, 'Come here, come here,- Jfea^ ^=:^ :l^^H^ -m—^- 3V=iv at=^ Pretty chickens, soft and small. Do not fear, -we love you all.". Ifei -i^r-^ ■ m. ^m—^ — - — •— L^ =« — ^ :l==l: 7=:^- BECKONING THE PIGEONS. Emilie Poulsson. J.rraws»ed/romKAiiLEEiNECKE, by Eleanor Smith. Andaniino. ^^ ,^ , . ii f !^r±t ?^ 1 Oh, call the pig - eons, ba-by dear. And beckon them to you. ::r-rt: A-=X~ You'll hear them an - swer Jov-iug-ly, Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo - coo. THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 179 Words adapted from '^ Music for the Kindergarten," by Eleanok Heeuwaut. A llegretto A rranged from EOBEUT XOHL, by'E,.^. Sil - ver - y lit - - tie fish - - es gleam. fEr^s=^-^ |:-S :j^-- ■ ^ .-\~^~ ^ ^-^- B )^f—^ — ^i— fe. 1 Dart - ing here, sMmmiug there; grace -ful and free -i f — \ ^ ^±^^11 =t=— =^— 1 They dive, they rise. How hap - py they must be 180 THE FISH IN THE BROOK. Emily HuxtingtOiN Miller. Con mo to. p ^^^ ^g^g^^^^=g^^^'^i Music adapted from JOHANJVES BUAHMS, by E. S. 1. Mer - ry lit - tie fish - es In the brook at plaj', 2. Pret - ty bod - ies curv - ing, Bend-iog like a bow. P ^ i ^ ^ ^ I mi m^ SEEgEgE^ Eloat - ing in the shal - lows. Dart -ing swift a - way. Thro' the clear bright wa - ter See them swift -ly go. ^^E^EE^EE^EE^ ^ :gEgEEgEJ_,^ on '^•^ s S k. ^g=g — ^ - 5 5 5a ^-3- -^ fe-^^ ^^j' n m ^ ^ ^ ^ — g— ^ Hap - py lit - tie fish - Hap - py lit - tie fish - es, es, —m m> Come and play May we play r-5 ^ with me. with you? ^^^ — 3 — J — 2 — J— 3- % -•: ^. rg: .•. =«^t -? — = *r- _g — ^ T -^ — s^-. — =-q w^ ^ .M= -!J_i_^ -|:_--^:3=^^ "'/ No, oh no! the fish- es say, That can nev - er be. No, oh no ! the fish - es say. That would nev - er do. f=^i^.EEi, z9Ez^ mf !fz=! 5=S? I 5^ E!E^3^feE^ THE CATERPILLAR. 181 m Emilie Poulssox. Heavily. Elkaxor Smith. - 4Ji ^ 3^ 1. Creep - ing, slow - ly, creep - iiijj, 2. Hid - iug now and sleep - iug. Cat - er - pil - lars In this sleep so now are seen Eeast - iug on the leaves so green ; long and strange Comes to them a won - drous change ; Allegretto. -^ . 1 • — H F^g— r ^. 1 3 Ely - Ing, light-ly fly - ing, J 4. Kov - ing, rest-lug, rov - ing, I n 1 k- 1 I- 1 "-i s"ow Ion 1 the crawliTig - ey is their N 1 1^ time is past, dain-ty fare, J K 1 1 y k fi : ^ ^— J — ^- Jr-. 1 h^ ^ • i-l-^= • .J-^-A mTR: tiv"**—* — s=4 H . ^_. ;. * -. '-p' • 5-^1 iP^^4^.: ^-^-5 : -s-^- 1, — r .J. -"==- 1 w^-^rr r==- i ~ J-^ J . ir 1* pL|-«:? I — 1 ^1? s • < - "^ 1-1 * _t::_jBL — ^—tf^ -1 _^ _H- •< ..^.■.:i ^ ^- ^^ ^ ^ 1 ^ 1 L, —1 1 182 THE CATERPILLAR.— Concluded. ^^^ ,SEii But - - ter - flies are here at last, Fly - ing, light - ly Flow - ers sweet the feast pre - pare, K.ov - ing, rest - ing, I ^ ^:;^^ ^^^=i H » — ii^ =^ ^ fly - ing. Fly - ing, light - ly fly ing. rov - ing, Eov - iug, rest - ing, rov ing. BUTTERFLIES. Kate L. Brown Moderato. Elizabeth TJ. Emerson. 7 ~^ ■ K~ 1 — ~!~ r m —f- — ■]s -^— *-- But - ter flies. — 1 '— 1 but - ter -i flies 1 — Seek the — • 1* — lii - y 1(^)5 f 1 t^ -S 1 =«z= ^n =1-^=^ pM i— r t -^— — t — i ' t— ^' -^ -A J 1^1 — ij 1 — 1— ,i ! 1 H=-- T: -J \ — n — ^ bell, & — r-J== Eest in the warm, deep -^ — - — J — ' heart of the m=^^ —\ — ' L^ -f — F=J ^^^^= i=(Z=: l-il==t t=l Krniii " Stories in Sonj;," told by Elizabeth U. Emerson, and Kate S. Brown. By arrangement k-ith 01i%'er Ditson Co. BUTTERFLIES.— Concluded. 183 t^ ri ^-i r — 1— ^- — ,•— -^— g ) ! ^ ^ Hj-jlJ :~^~ — 1- -^ # — J — =S= rose. 0> But - ter - flies, but - ter flies Seek the _« ., s — lil - y te5-q=l= -1*— ~~1"~ :^r= -^— n=> I±= ^i—i— -M U — F— 1 t_i_ 1 -+-^ L^ ^ 1 =1=: fc =^== =^^ gl bell, Kest and work till uay - light's close. :feE=^= ->->- S^ i^ t:=t: ---^-^ THE FLYING BIRD. Kate L. Brown. "W. W. Gilchrist. Bather fast, hut with smooth, undulating motion. -. n 1^ — , — K 1 1 — 1 — |— , — 1^ 1 1 n j^h b i? J =J^-=^: -J-T- — 1 — j^ — 1 i \ IV- 1. Flv,.-. .. little bird, bird J—- 1 — in the gold ~ thro' the sum - - - en sun ; - nier hours, r.i^_. , i , 2. Fly.... .. lit-tle ^-h-A |^**1 =2^3 -»ry-- =^-1- f — ^ -n-r^ '^TV -^-^ IT :i:*^' ^. ' ^."-^ L_^_ -" l""^ " 1 ^-^^^^ -^^ -.-'-^-^^--i h'H^^ u^ [l -1 1 =#F 1 _N_^_^ r^*-; 1 CT^ ^-^ Fly, lit-tle Fly, till the ■ — r^^ :-^ =t=^ bird, 'till night - wind day is rocks the tp J done; flow'rs ; r r-T^ , 1 1 1 ^ ^i ^^^A -r ^ 5 -^-- :|g^^— ^ ^^— ^ --i-^-^^^ r^^ — &s 1 =^ — ^^r^-r — 1 ^^= -r g' ^' _^_J14_ 1- t^^^:^^ 184 THE FLYING BIRD.— Concluded. ^ m riy. lit-tle biid, where grass thro' the twi - light and sil - es play ; ver dew. S m\ \ K >^ J ' ^ . 1 =i= Zl M-^ »~. — ^ * * 1 Fly to the Home... to the "^ — r — - bine heav'n nest tliat .J_^ J ** "^ far a- Avaits for way: you. -iS^i y^'-5j=tj=^^ :aL_J — \ J — i_ ^^^ :"-*- P^"^ =^>----r-^ — f- 1 -^ -F-^ ^' 1 S5V^i= ^- ! \-\ i- -1 \ -^ \ ^^1^^? ^^=?^ Fly to the blue heaT'n fiir a- way. Home... to the nest that waits... for you. I?-- :g:T m^ ==--=^ Emily Huntixgtox Miller. Andante con raoto. mf THE TARGET. 185 FiiED. Field Bullaud, Op. 30, Xo. 5. ^E^EFJ=^ =^ ^^^^^E^E^^i^^^^'^: One piece this way aud one piece that. And a smooth little board that is 1^ i 5^ q^ S^ -^^-»- round aud flat: 3F^^ Drive in a peg that will hold them well, And F=4^ -^=^1 ^ $ here is a tar - get read-y to sell. "What costs it?" "Tliiee I ii=z|t=ii :i==J: ha' -pennies ! " " Oh, that is much too dear, For on - ly two 186 THE TARGET.— Concluded. / ha' - pen-nies have I here." "Three ha' -pennies is just enough, One for the work and two for the stuff. Three ha' - pen - nies the buy - er must pay. Who can -not pay that must run a -way!" PAT-A-CAKE. Emilt Huntington Miller. Alsatian Folk Sonfj. 1. Come, my Ea - hv, you sliall make.. Moth - er dear a 2. Bak - er, is your "ov - en liot?... Bake my cake hut :J^=1- :si=q^ o'-^: -^ m i^ :!l---t: i=r=t: PAT-A-CAKE.— Concluded. 187 Pat Toss P ■^ 1- tlie cake all smooth and. flat; Mark it there and the cake in straight and stead - y ; Bake it brown and ^ 3^=* ii ^ — % -^m- r^ ^=t ^^^ ^- mark it here, And there's a cake for Moth - er dear, bring it here: See Ba - by's cake for Moth - er dear. ^S Kate L. Beown. Allegretto, mf THE MILL-WHEEL. Carl Eeineckb. 1. The bus - y mill, the bus - y.. mill. It work-eth day by. 2. "No, no!" the bus - y mill-wheel cries, " The ris - ing sun I-. 188 THE MILL-WHEEL.— Concluded. day. Up - OH its .swiftly turning wheel The shin-ing wa-ters greet. AH day I tuiu the heav-y stones That giiud the golden :iES '^ '^-^ — \—^ f^ M^-ai—^ g— ^— g^ :i5=S: 3i=:^ -m-^-*-- play. O mill-wheel, you will weary grow : Ifow stop and rest, I pray, wheat ; And hungry children shall he glad 1 or dai - ly bread to eat." J±i. JXP-^ ^ THE FARMER. Moderato. mf Melody adapted from Swiss Folk So7i(j. -1— :s=:1*c: 1. Sliall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how tlie Farmer, 2. Siiall we sliow you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer, 3. Sliall we show you how the Farmer, Sliall we show you how the Farmer, 4. Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer, nif Con pedale. THE FARMER.— Concluded. 189 Shall we show you how the Farra-er sows his bar - ley and wheat? Shall we show yon how the Farmer mows his bar - ley and wheat? Shall we show you how the Farmer threshes bar - ley and wheat? Shall we show yon how the Farm -er sifts his bar - ley and wheat? ^. :^^=fi =S=3= ^=g - Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the busy Farra-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, tis thus the bus-y Farmer, Look, 'tis thus the busy Farm-er, Look, tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, g=ii=^ ^^ 5=:T f tJ^ 5=« ^ -M^z^ "^ ^=^-~ -*'=;'- Look, 'tis thus the busy Look, 'tis thus tlie bus-y Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Look, 'tis thus the busy Farm-er sows his bar - ley and wheat. Farm er mows his bar - ley and wheat. Farm-er threshes bar - ley and wheat. Farm er sifts his bar - ley and wheat. W- b=t: :*=t: t=t 190 THE BIRD'S NEST. Kate L. Browx. m Arranged from Egbert Kohl, by E. S. s. h i=*=zz=^ Where the wikl rose spreads its bow Hides a nest SS £: ig^ E -^i K 15 S : — 1 1 : : K K-1 — 1^ N \ 1 M r. ,^--i— _Zq5__ L^' — ^ -d^—J' — *-- _^ Jl 1 mong the flow - —0> ! ers; Dear lit ■ — ^-- —^ ? Z 1 tie nest, what * 1 hold you there ? ~j H i ^fe3^^ =«J 1 =S= g_S ^ ^ — ^ — s — ^ -•- ^:, J*— T Ni p — — ^ — ^j -U =i ^ Sw^ *^ ' !^ #1 ^ Two pretty eggs I hold with care. Soon lit-tle birdies out will creep, EgEiE^EESE^^ -*! — »< — 1- N Crying, peep, peep. Mother dear, peep,— We love you, peep ! — , I I ^ I I ES^ IN A HEDGE. 191 Froebel. Andantino. p E. S. ^ 5^ J=it ^d=at=^i 1. In a hedge just ^'here 'tis beat. Moth - er.. bird has 2. The eggs are hatch'd, aud we can hear Two ti»-ny birds cry, pi H 1 \^ mm ^^1=^ * *~^ :==- mf S P ^=tt — H 1^ P_q. m bnilt her nest. Two small eggs she lays, speckled and blue, Moth- er dear." Near them let us soft - ly creep. f 1=q= =5g= m ./^- tt-S: ^ 9 1S=J^ ^'=J^ j=^ ^^ ^=i= IJI^IZ^ Sits there many days,warm and true ; Sits there many days, warm and true. "While the birdlings cry " Peep,peep ! " While the birdlingscry "Peep, peep !" From " Song-s for Little Children," for the Kinderg-arten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. Publishers: Milton Bradley Co., Spriusfield, Mass. ; Thomas Charles Co., 211-213, Wabash Avenue, Chicago. With permission of author and publishers. 192 THE BIRD'S NEST. Emily Huntington Miller. In moderate time, and with an easy swing. W. W. Gilchrist. J ! J 33:: f Here's a pret-ty era- die nest. Snug and warm and round; #11% i J 1 ^ 1 I-i — ' ;si=T — h~J~ — 4— f— •— -- --,-. W' ' " J " Cuddled in its nit f 1 1 down-y... -bed, 1 Lit - tie nestling birds we found. Ill 1 *. 1 -y-\% — \ — ^ 1'- 1 ■ ^Bi ^-j — \ — * — » — J- m^' 4 ' ~J~^-^ :-^i=n-j-* Fi^'^^-=q ^ ^z^ — s. , 7 ""^f S^ g P 1 — m — 1 m- J m ^ J- ' ' r^ w^ ^r-^-M ?& -^-^5^ -^— =f :C=X Stay ! stay ! the birdies say, Moth - er, fly not a - waj-, %:^wz -S--FS- Dear! dear! O nev-erfear, Moth-er waits and watches near. m ^^—3 f J^d-^ :=^=1i r :3^^= g^- ^ «=^^^ i::-*- THE BIRD'S NEST.— Concluded. 193 P= -^ — »- -y,-Y Peep! peep, dear, so dear ; Hush! hush! do not fear, -I- P ri=^=i=l,=it ^^=^ ^&^3 T=J= t=i: i i:^, ^: g=^ Hush!. my ba - hies. do not fear. > «- ^ffi r- WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY.? Texnyson. E. S. A ndante. A 1- What does lit -tie bir - die say, In her nest, at peep of day? What does lit - tie ba - by say, In her bed at peep of day ? 'Let Ba- me fly," says lit - tie birdie, " Mother, let me by says, like lit - tie bir-die, "Let me rise and fly a fly a way. way. 194 WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY ?— Concluded. Bir- (lie, rest a lit - tie lon-ger, 'Till the ]it - tie -wings are stronger.' Ba - by, sleep a lit - tie lou-ger, 'Till the lit - tie limbs are stronger. ] 1 1 1 r :1=^ ^=r -*— b^-tt*'— b»— '--S: :l5r a » ^ ^ — «- PsM !£ n — r yr^»" :c=t± ^iZml^zfi^i^^ rr^n =1=^ :t4=tr±: Itlt U I ' t=^l:^ P :!^^ 5=1= £^5 -^^^— r =^±4 So she rests a lit - tie lon-ger, Then she flies, she flies a - way. If she sleeps a lit - tie longer, lia - by, too, shall fly a - way. A \ W^ m;^=^ r ' cresc -Mz W- i2=q= LULLABY. J. "W. Elliott. Andante con moto. 1 r LULLABY.— Continued. 195 i ^=^^m :i^ -«— ^ :ff* — 1^ ^^i— iJ^ Jii=^=i: Qui - et as mice in churcli-es. He puts his head where no one knows, I r=- pp On one leg he perch ■ es. When little Ba - by bye-hye goes, 4-^ ^-^-^ U :iEI^ ^^^^ l:^' ^^^' -i«*- §^?^ n pp legato e ben sostenuto. ^ poco cre^. On Mania's arm re • pos - ing; Soon he lies he - neath the clothes. Safe rail. F=f^ It-^ is=q: :^zzii_i=:« in the era die doz - in 1' 196 LULLABY.— Continued. ^g g^V|-F^=*=^=^-= ritard. ^^ n.. S ,ga =j^=rs: ^=^3^ -N ^ "I* 1^- -^= goes to sleep. Tail and nose to- geth - er. Then lit -tie mice a round her creep, Light-ly as a feath - er. When lit-tle Ba - by goes to sleep, ^ndlie is ver - y near ns, Then on tip- toe LULLABY.— Concluded. poco cres. rail. r=- P^^ ?s. ritard. dim. PP mi Liil-la - by ! . Lul-la, Lul - la, Lul te7i. ^ — ^ ^ by! R^fe*^ -^r-^- ^=^ :=1=I ^ in "^-~ dhn. p _morendo.^^__ pp :t:^=l=^: e^ :^=i^:=J ^' ten. ^- ^"~J' THE BIRD'S NEST. Author Unknown Briskly. W. W. GiLCHllIST, q^ ^= P '^r :"2^i '=! *— *'— ^ ^ 1. I lived first in a lit - tie house, 2. Oue day I fluttered from the nest, And lived there To see what ver - y I could ;^=^= =fl^ well ; find ; ... . Thought the world was ver - y, ver - y Said the world is sure - ly made of small, leaves, 198 THE BIRD'S NEST.— Concluded. f -S^-~ -^ S^ ^ And made of pale -blue sliell. I have been ver - y bliud. lived next at length ,^=S= :?*= :=^p^ in a lit - tie nest, ISTor need - ed an - y oth - er ; flew be - youd the tree, Quite fit for grown up - la - bors ; 1^=' JIZl ^, i^ :5V:=s=1v: tJriM, „' ^=^ Tho't the world wholly made of straw, And brooded by my moth - er. I don't know howtlieworldismade, Andnoitlier do my neigh-bors. THE FLOWER BASKET. Kate L. Brown. Con inoto. H. Kohl. :EF, ^^ From the willow branches slender, With their leaves so green andten-der. riS^.^^ :5^^^ S^-S-^l THE FLOWER BASKET.— Concluded. 199 M-f ^ ^ > ■J \ h> 1 — J- F^— ^-^i — ^ =d^^^' -xJ w~^^-^ — ^-^. — •- Lit - tie baskets Q.b ^ n*^ iTzr-^-^ 1 we are weaving. All our sweetest flowers receiving ; ^^ 1 — ^ r — ^ i^rfj ^^^j:>- ^i-'^'^^-fci— *t= u-*-^ Ui= \^ u**'r'^ fe^---^=i,^^^ p qs*, — K- S=F=t To., our parents we are bringing Pret-ty gifts with joy and singing; pp^^^^Pl^^ La, la, la, la, Dearest Pa-pa, Flow'rs we bring to you. La, la, la, la, Dearest Mama, Plow'rs we bring to you. "•c^ 200 THE FLOWER BASKET. Emily Huntington Miller. Allegretto, p Eleanou Smith. z^t; — m~- — P~ =^ =*= H^ I — =N-n ^ 1 s ^^ 1 1 ^^ — g — g_ Eos - es from the gar - den blos-soms from the wood. S3 ^ ^^^^^^=^" 1 -4- r— ^=1-^ 1 1 'J 1 (un^ — 3^ -9- "1 ?^ •-'"^=^ ^^ — F yt- ^ ^^=1 ^H ■z:^.. — -^ 1 t=s: ^jE^E^^EE^ With our birth-day wish - es, with OTir songs and kiss - es. fe^g;^^^^ ^ ^=J^^= ^H=s^^^?^5^^s^^^ Give it to the fa - ther, dear and kind and good THE FLOWER BASKET.— Concluded. 201 \M-^ -=^=3s--# ==F= S"" — ar" -^^ *_ q Tra la la la la \ — -1^ la. t-S= la =3= la la la la, -f^^^ T— d ?= 1 — #- ^4-^ — 3- 1 * wf^ -J i-^ ^ ! ~ 1 7j #' ^^^ ^ =^ j?oco Hi. f gfc^S g .g zzpn g^^=r;gr fc=::^= Give it to the fa - ther, dear and kind and good. £dr: H^ -^ »- J90C0 ni. ^^t:^ :=^r Emily Huxttngton Miller Moderate . t^- THE PIGEON -HOUSE. KoBERT Kohl, arr. by E. Smith. i— dh;-= *5: O see mypigeoD-house.soMgh! My pret-ty pig - eons baste to fly; mm r===:^^= — ^- tESE bS =s6.=n^r-1— :3g iC*.-:^ ^^=^ To pleasant fields tlie.y quickly go, So bus - y gleaning to and fro ; 202 THE PIGEON -HOUSE.-Concluded. p K =v- L-p=i-_ And when they come back to Sit at nigbt, a - gain I close my :#^ P f b ^- ^ ^ — ^ — ^ — ^ 1=1: :tt*S= '-M- -- r -•-^- ■91— H ^ 1«- ^=* :W:3t ^ :?i=r L-S=ii: pigeon -house tight. Coo, coo, .. coo, coo,... Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo... ~ :i=^= I-'^^N— f- ■4-^ SrrrS: :^ ->— j- ^ ^ -^-^ ts.- ^=^ ^c:^-^- JC5i= ^ NAMING THE FINGERS. Lauha E. Richards. Andante non troppo. mf dolce. m French Folk Song. ^=^ -^ — **- 1. This is lit - tie Tommy Tliumb, Eoiiud and smooth as a - ny plum. 2. This is might-y To- by Tall: He's the biggest one ot" all. P ^Er mf dolce. ^-^ -^— U : 1^'^ k ^-^^> — ^" --^-^^-^^v- 1 . > --^ 1 ^ N ^ H^ This is bus -v This is dainty Pe - ter Pointer; Eeu-ben Eiug ; -n \ Sure-ly he's a He's too tine for : * -^^-^^ dou- ble- joiut-er. a - ny • thing. P> r — i^— r Z-?^ — 1 m^^i^i^ O r^ tp >_ :^=^= ^1 NAMING THE FINGERS.— Concluded. rail. 3. And tliia lit - tie wee one, may be. Is the pretty Tin-ger Ba-by. a tempo. '~^~- — •" ~f' 1 — N — k — 1 1 All the five we've counted now, a tempo. A" — r—- ^^^~H -1 -1 — 1 Bus - y ->- Fin r =^ * 3 -jrers in a row. -^=^^^"^5! 1 ^^ m m—r-^ — f« — • (^*,-b "f" m P 1* 1* 1 L^^ 1 r-P-^ - • f- -r- -*- He=^-^^^-f=J E? _t--E=Listi=l 9b — ^ — ^ — ^__^ — K N ^ - ^ ^ ^ ^ -7^-1^-^ Ev - 'ry Fin - ger snows the way. ;-J— •'—»—-- How to work and how to play; 4ii^ ^=--^n 1 |i"""" — 'i 1 — ~l — ^ f^^--^-^ -J--J— J — a=^=Jz=tz -i,-^--^,— F=£- — f^ ^ — >-n fS=--^=i ^r ^ i — 1 r h \ 1 E^— M f lento e marcato. ^^S? But to-geth-er they Avork best, Eacli one help-ing all the rest. lento e nnarcato. W 'T —^ r S=^=fS-- 204 Emilte Poulsson. Allegretto, wf THE GREETING. Adapted from a Scotch Folk Song. ^eSs m Now see them here, these friends so dear, As they to-geth - er meet, . \ ^.^ -- ^=zt^ ;>—L^^LJ: "With hows po - lite and f ac - es bright, Each oth - er they will greet. =*=^=f= ^=J^g =^ :^=q= w g— r* '^z l^S-t—^i"^^^^ ^m^ „ / ten. fp^=^-^^^ — TIK :^^^s= E= — K -=? — — f* H^i ^ "Oil, 1 jow do you do ? And how do you do ? And -•- how do you do — J— a-j — ^ :* d ?ain? f — ^— ^ :^^ =^=^1 ^^=^ ^E=J=^ — - :« ^^== -1 — — — 1 ^^^ r-^l :=^z1i ■tir— "^— g*"^ ill: And how do you do ? And how do you do?" Say all these lit - tie men.. =g=1S , M mm^^mm THUMBS AND FINGERS SAY, "GOOD MORNING." 205 Words adapted from Froebel. Allegro vivace, mf te ^ E. S. 1 ^ e^ ^=j= Tliumbs and fin - gers say, " Good - moin-ing, 'Tis a ver mf ^r mf ^^ ^ -f&h ^ ! ' 1 \ \ 1 1 =^ 1 1 M-'^^—r— —^ — —^ |.... ^- — -^ — — ^ — — m -r-r-^ — pleas -ant day;" Lit tle point ers M- — 1)0W po ',1 lite - ly, >» 1 J -m- -7=^ -S- ^ t' •- ^vh-^ 1 — —^ 1 \ ^ 1 f^H -=^ -^'^— u= -^ i %^^^ Tall men nod and smile so briglit-ly; "While the rest with i !^ P^ itr ^S3= m f rit e dim. joy - ful greet - iug, All their lit - tie friends are meet - ing. From " Songrs for Little Children." for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. Publishers : Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission of author and publishers. 206 THE FAMILY. Emilie Poulssox W. ^y. Gilchrist. al - ways dear ; This is the bus - y Fa - ther, Al - ways brave, full of clieer; Tliis is the mer - ry broth - er. ^ ^^EI= grown so strong and tall; This is the gen - tie sis - ter, THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 207 f ?i=t :^^^-t Itzf m^=^s^=E^ _^_-_l_3^_^ i This is the Ba - by small. §=: Eere,then, they all to SE^E^ }^ 1=:=^ S ^^___^^ ^Q^rCr""*'^^^'^*^"^ — ^^ U- ^^ — 1-, ^^ rj^z^ -* ^- I 3= geth glad • ly meet. glad • ly meet; ^=Mi P^^f •#- J=^ ^^S gE :?== =P t*^ Here is the hap - py fam - i - ly. All complete, all com-plete. THE FAMILY. Emilie Poulssox. Lento ma non troppo. mp dolce. >> N N (- EUPHEMIA M. PaKKER. {The Refrain after a French Folk Song.) :r^ This is the lov - ing Moth - er, Al - ways good and dear ; . 208 THE FAMILY.— Continued. ^ K N— >_-j_ =^ — ^ iq -^= -A — =?£: --^ ^--r- This ia tUe bus ■ y Fa i^ ' ther, Brave and full of clieer ; — ' -A -\ - w5 * • • • -i*= __J__- — r-^ —^ =aL- J ■ m • >• a 1 « • ^:r--'-. 1-" ~"«"^ '*~= --J m-^ — ] ^—3 P ' — * ?-— = —:^-r- ; . r-" — •^ ^1 ^ - ^1 ^ ^1 i -m ^ r n i— r f :t^=i: This is the mer ~ ry Broth - er, Grown so strong aud taU;.... i :t<=t This is the gen - tie Sis - ter, This the Ba - by small... P n -^— q - «EtEg^^: ^=s=s^— ^^ ^ g ^5^=t ^i :t=t: fc=jv -4 N— I- 5^^ And here they all to- geth - er meet, This whole glad fam-i - ly complete. THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 209 f Hefraix, animato. This hap - py, hap - py fam - i - ly. They love each oth. - er well ; . . . This hap -py, hap - py fam - i - ly, In joy andpeace they dwell.. . THE FAMILY. Emilie Poulsson. Allegretto. Austrian Folk Song. 1. Here's Grand-pa - pa and Grand-nia - ma. And Fa - ther, too, and I, for right hand. 15 4s=^^i=f^= =3 1 — ^ — ^- N N- -- f^ S— -r — i— ^ Moth - er. With /^ ] -. 1 -j — J- Ba - by — J ±Z =^— H 210 THE FAMILY.— Concluded. f how they love each oth - er. 1 2. The Aunt and Un - cle 5E3^ S3 %^==d*i m r=^^= 'm ^ 1 r f fall. ^^^ ^=^§^^5==^ "r — f^ now we see. And lit - tie Cous - ins, one — two— three: And ^^ f ^=g i ra^Z. I^i^ •^"^"l^ ^"~|5*" *" p^g^^:=g^^ rt. tempo. ^ * •> ^ • 1 — ^- f ^ = bp^ ly is found In hap - py love to this good fam ES^ES^E^: tempo. ^ m getli - er bound, lu love to - geth - er bound. ^^^mm t 2, for left hand. NUMBERING THE FINGERS. 211 Emilie Poulssox. Moderato. mf A Adapted from a French Folk Song. A ^ A^ A r#— d — - — ^ f^ T i>— -^-*-T _*_f_^«_g_J^ J^J^*— ^— W ^ P_L_* — ^ g— g ri^ — i? ^ : 1 ^ — ^ — 1 three; Hing ringer /owr, Little Fin-ger /re. And that is all you -fP^^. 1 n — ^^~] - -J«-S — i-'T 1 1 m- — d — ^-=^ 1^ ts=^=J ^. ^^"^i^— =r- i"n"n — =, — =3""1"~1 ^ . -^""^"^•^ - '^>i l^*i-*l ^— -»| — 9| — a =5 -»l m 9^—^ — m J — ^ J SH — 1 L-W — ^ — w^ ^ah-^ — ^ ^aK ^ ' 7 -K — \ — -T — d^ — ^ — N — R — ^- 1 * — 1 — =i N — 6^' ^=z^ J' ,r^EE^ see. Ifow we have put them 7 ^ ^ =^ — T?* 1 ^ 1 1~' all to hed, l-J • ^VJ A =i f — ^ — ^ -.=g- -^-^ihri-Br r r ! _J Ic l___ J_, *• pp /Ikb N — N — i« ^ =\ — =^ -> h N r -nr- — * — = — f qui - et sleep to take. And soft-ly sing a lul - la i \ ^by, ^1 ^u— r — r — ^* — =^- pj' r r t 1 -1 ^.iT ^^b — 1 —J ^l" ^^"^ """'^^ ^^^ " 212 NUMBERING THE FINGERS.— Concluded. cresc. mp , , dim. Lest tliey too ear - ly wake : Lul-la - hj, lul-la - by, lul-la ^^ cr ^ cresc. mp dim,. m i 3^ f#r^ (LU mf ma LLABY. J dolce. Peruvian Shimber Song.) ==^#=3^=^ ^ f^^ All Lush'd and still the bird-ies sit tip - on the brancb-es --1- J J i ^ r7\ mf 1 na dolce. "^^ -5 ^-i- 1 izJ ^ «| * /fe =i^^" w w V V -^^ ,^ ' h ^ w 1 m — m a^i -^ — ^ — > — ^- _^S ^V-^-J— J high ; The flow'rets haug theii - pret-ty heads, The H -^ — r wind sings lul - la - ^i— H 1 1 1 -m- -m- -m- "i s 1 Ft^ l_^ 1 '- i=? [^= — i=J GO TO SLEEP, THUMBKIN. 213 Adapted from Troebel. ^^ Andante sostenuto. p E. S. — > f* ^; 1 Now go to sleep, my Thrnnbkin, so Fj^" »i— j J ^ J i _* ^ J 1 |>i — w — ^ -J clum - sy and strong; And -^ — ^ — ! — ^ -- pS-fi_^ - ^2^ ^i^-5_|=i*=^=^ -*,--.S «j 4 ^- -^ 1 J^'^H-i ^=3: dr^ = L-'^^ ^,— . =J — ^ }$ — sr — s f*i~n 1 s N- ^ m -^ 1 yf ^ — N — ^- — fl- — d^ J^ ^ -3^—^- -^ ' ' tJ f — ^ — • — you, Point ing Fin ger, you've worked all day long. You 7 ^ ^ T ' 1 ! 1 ^— — \ — 1 — d — • » — \ 1 ■• A . > ' r J J^ ^ • w ■ K ^ J ~~\ r-— - '* -s J _J^ * s ^ v^ -^i • 'T^^ -r • 9ffc= J - ,= — ^- — « — , 1 !> .>- — ^- =P= m 1 7 — — 5 — ^ Tall Child I tP -^^ "r see — n you are 1 « r__ nod - ding your 1 head ; 1 —Pi And — ^ — \ -1= -*-J L|=^ ~J~ -T — J 1 ^:S 5-^ ^ — 1 1^ i — t- — "" =^ =^'^= — k — 1 > 214 - GO TO SLEEP, THUMBKIN^Concluded. =#^ — 1^ =^ __^_ [-^ ^ r-- ' _« ^ S-_- cov - er the ba - -~> — ^ by, too i "^ sleep - y for — ^ fuu. 1^ Good ?u 1 a| 1 — — 1 — t=d— ^ -1 — 1- ^ — ^i= * •-— 5- ^s- -^- — 9—^-^—S- > ' C 1 >»^ l — 1 — 1*^ r— =^=i rit. FIVE IN A ROW. Adapted from Reinkcke. Allegretto K A -r'-^^T — r — — ^ ^ — —m — —^ — . ^^^^ LU — L- — ^ ' -k"— i,A_ -5--' 1. Five lit - tie maid - ens all... in a row, 2. Four lit - tie bob - o - links sit - tins in a tree, 3. Three lit - tie ros - - es in tlie par - den bed. 4. Two lit tie hon - ey bees on a clo - ver bloom. 5. One lit - tie mou - - sie din-lng at his ease. A -fe^#-55 ; ^ — -r= _• ^ -H ^^-J ^ -^- vLf 4- . . ~^'^- z^E^- __ 1 — db \ 1 1 1 - .. .1 From " Songs for Little f.hildren," for the Kindergarten and Primary Scho>>ls, bv Eleanor Smith. Publishers: Milton Bradlev C"., Sprinpfield, Mnss. ; Thomas Charles Co., 211-213, Wabash Avenue, Chicajjo. With permission of author and publishers. FIVE IN A ROW.— Concluded. 215 5?*=^" N- ^- -=i^ -z^ »— 1 ~ff~ --f^' J^-^ Stand Sing - Grow For daint -ing ing -ing two - y, =1= there mer - up lit - daint — r- — ^ — -^i-U— V- so straight and ry rouu - de - so fresh and tie hon - ey - y meal is stiU, lays, sweet, - bees his. -^-h-y— with hands hap - yei - there of be - py low, is white =^ hind them, as can white and hard - ly bread and —m — — i *= ' 1 '- J. ,i J H h— h~^~J •- J -J-^ m^ T = — ts> r^ r ' i #S=p IV 1 N ^ — M --s — f—^—f- -r^-J J -r"' ' SO ! No^ be; No^ red ; But room ; 'Noy cheese; ^o^ V one a - way is V one a - way is now the gard'ner's V one has fill'd his f swift-ly off he skip-ping as fly - ing, his scis - sors have pock - ets and scam-pers, he ^ — ^ — ^--^^ fast as she can lit - tie mate to snipp'doff one wee flies... off...- hears the kit - ty "J ' 1 jm- -m- .p. M. .^JJ* ^ 1 J "^ X '' T — ^ ir ' 1^ :1!E=1^ go. Leaving four lit - tie maid - ens see. Leaving three lit - tie bob - o - links head. Leaving two lit tie ros - - es home, Leaving one lit tie hon -ey -bee sneeze, Leaving no lit- tie mou-sie, and standing in a row. sit-ting in a tree. in the gar-den bed. on a clov-er bloom, such a lit - tie cheese ! 216 Kate L. Brown. Moderato.^ ^^=^ FINGER PIANO. Music arranged from Caul Eeinecke, by E. S. op^ --^-1^-- :??=i^t:S. 1. Rippling, sparkling in the sun, See the laughing brook -lata run : 2. Now the mer - ry lark on high Car - ols sweet-ly from the sky ; 3. Thus the hand, so small a thing, Still may sweetest mu - sic bring; Tell me, brooklet, in your play. Tell the song you sing to - day ; "Wide he spreaclshisflutt' ring wings. Showing ghidness as he sings; Fiu-gers, you must move a - long, You may help to make the song ; m pia Up and down the fin - gers go. Brooklets singing as they flow. Up and down tlie fin - gers go, 'Tis tlie lark's song here bo -low. Up and down the fin - gers go, Wak-en mu - sic sweet and low. 3^ ^p^^s^-^gg ■^=T 3=^ THE HAPPY BROTHERS AND SISTERS. 217 Laura E. Eichards. Old French Lullaby. Andantino. p Light goes and night comes, — Sleep - y now are they. ^ ^—jif — m »z^^~ 1 1 \ -^— .-f — r— =t N^=1 1'- '»* — ^ — ^ — \^ — ' 2. Say the pray'r 3. Hap - py, hap - py . 1 ! 1 1-, soft - ly, chil - dren, M 1 — 1 Close the tired Fast a - sleep are — 1 \ 'i ~i~ eyes; you; \ ^ It 1 r r r -^ : ^H 1^ - 1* U 1 1 ^— "^ Mav our Heav'nly Fa - ther Watch us till we rise Drop the head, .'. go to bed : We are sleep - y too. 218 THE BABY AND THE MOON. Adapted from Froebel, Jjy Kate S. Kellogg. Allegretto, p Legato. ^^ E. S. "La - dy Moon, La-dy Moon, sail - ing so bigh. Dropdown to ba - by, from P :tE=^ -4 ^f -^= :^=t: EE3=i£ out thegreat sty !" "Ba - by-kin, ba - by-kin, down far be -low, I hear thee call-in g, I bear thee call-in g, I bear tbee call -ing. Yet f z^: I can -not go. THE BABY AND THE MOON.- Concluded. 219 -:* ^ ^ ^^^=|s: S^ 3? > W^ Soft sLin-ing rays, "Moon lores the ba - by," the moon -light says; ^:t > \ - ■ ^ — ^- ^^S =S=*==S=t In her house dark and blue, thongh she must stay, Kindly she'll watch thee, kindly she'll watch thee. Kindly she'll watch thee, till dawns thenew day. From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and primary Schools, by Fleanor Sn\ilh. Publishers: Milton l^radley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. "With permission of author and publisheis. 230 O LOOK AT THE MOON. Mrs. FoLLEX. ihout Waltz Time. W. W. Gilchrist. V 1 there, Moth . - ' 1 - er ! she .. like a looks 7^^ — i >s~ -; >• -j—^— .^- N< — 1 >i nS (9[)— ^^— 4- "S — *^ •< U !^^ -^^^ 1- -^ X X . 1 —\ r^ — r r"i 3 — 1 1 ' — J _ ^ ^j-^ -^ =^= -^ s— -^^ -^ 5?— I \-V^ I - =1==1= lamp. in the air . Last week she was small, And ^3^Ey^5Efe -^ — 5?- -5^ T=t T=t ^^ ■^ ' m J-l--^- =^- 1 .R ^ :^i q=i shap'd like a bow. But now she'sgrownbig^ntlroundas an O. And E5=3^=fe i-E *=^: i -s- "^^ O LOOK AT THE MOON.— Concluded. 221 m -p=i= :\=t there is a star, Close by her, and maybe. That ^ 1 y y — ^- ^i^=z^=S- m ^=1= = ^== :^_^=^- irr~y~ =^ : ^^-S- 4 M=:T-5= a z^ small, twinkling star. Is her lit - - tie ha - by. I FESE^iE^ —I — i-L» 1— i — 1—1 1-— ^- vr t=F=i ^ :^:^: 3 ■^==±^ ^— - ^ . - -?^ THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. Emily Huntington Miller, Moderato and Sweetly. G-EOKGE L. Osgood. 1. ^N^ow the stars be - gin to peep. In the sky so pure and bright; 2. See the nioth-er star so dear ! With her lit - tie chil-dreu small, 3. " Mother star ! I wish I knew How your ba- bies go to bed; 4. Come,my darling! while you sleep On your pil- low soft and white, r- r- r- r With the movement of a cradle song. THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS.— Concluded. ^^F=t=1^=^=^ H ->U^:=jq r-^ N — ^ 1 li m — m^*~m~ r=j r— ; n c )^^« — *—^ — *^ M «__«^^^_ f 1 — L -m. 1 Ba - by soon must And tlie fa - tlier Do they run as Stars will thro' youi go to sleep, watching near, chickens do, ' win-dow peep. She roust bid the stars good-night: Pret - ty stars ! I love you all ! Hid - ing ev - 'ry yel - low head ? Smiliug, "Ba - by, dear, good-night ! -J V J ^=3^H — ^— Tr^'y^ ^r^-t— 1 1 'r-f^ « . *' • Lit - tie feet are tired of play, Come, my dar - ling, come a - way ! "When I shut my eyes to sleep. All the night your watch you keep; Do you tuck them soft and deep In a fleec - y cloud to sleep? Sweet-ly dreams and safe - ly rest lu your pret -ty era - die nest! ^s^ :liac I •poco cresc. ^ :?^=^- :p=*= :^ — '— ^ Lit - tie feet are tired of plaj% Come, my darling, come a - way ! When I shut my eyes to sleep. All the night your watch you keep. Do yoii tiick them soft and deep. In a fleec -y cloud to sleep? Sweetly dreams aud safely rest In your pret-ty era - die nest!" poco \ritard.\ I \ a tempo, poco rit. ^ — ' P r? 3=-'- m t^ a m ^^ THE CHILD AND THE STAR. 223 J. W. Elliott. Andante con moto e tranquillo 1. Lit - tie star that shines so bright. Come and peep at me to - night, 2. Lit - tie star ! O tell me, pray, "Where you hide yourself all day ? 3. Lit - tie Child! at you I peep While you lie so fast a - sleep; 4. For I've ma - ny friends on high, Liv-ing with me in the sky, I^^^^^^ P^^^^ g Jg^g^% g=^ For I of - ten watch for you In the pret - ty sky so blue. Have you got a home like me. And a fa - ther kind to see ? But when morn he-gins to break, I my homeward jour-ney take. And a lov - iug Fa - ther, too. Who commands what I m to do. TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR. J. W. Elliott. P Allegretto moderato. -^ •- 1. Twin - kle. twinkle, lit - tie star. How I won - der what you are! y — ^ ^ -^s S i~ -^— -. i^oco nt. — 1 H ^=^ ue.— :ijlz= -*^^ ^ I ^_L- -^ — ^ m •— =i^ll a - bove the world so liigh, Like a dia - mond in the sky. "^H plr- 1 1 A 1 t- -J~i- j^^^^ 1 ^— -1 — H f^: "T" ^ li= =5—8—5 'f r — fs= ^=^ ^ -^ -^- 1 — -T-f-^- p poco rit. -a 1 p "— ^ fl fc U— 5 — u =?=■ I- ■ 1 ^ ^^ T>^_^J^ 1 w/ ^^ 2. "When the blaz- ing sun is gone, When he noth-ing shines up - on, 3. Then the trav-'ler in the dark Thanks you for your ti - ny spark: * -»- -m- ••- -m- ^- -m- * Then you show your lit - tie light, Twin-kle, twiu-kle, all the night. How could he see where to go. If you did not twin-kle so ? w/ S^E^ r-r -y 4. In the dark blue sky you keep, Oft - en through my curtains peep, 5. As your bright and ti - ny spark Lights the trav'ler" in the dark. w/i m==- ' dim. r ^^ §^ p TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.- Concluded. 225 p poco Ht. ^ ^^ ^ For you nev - er shut your eye. Till the sun is in the sky. Though I know not what j'ou are, Twin-kle, twin-kle, lit - tie star. STARS AND DAISIES. E. S. Dolce. 1 1 7 1. The 2. The stars are star buds ti - ny dai bios - som iu - sies the 1 ■ high, night. 1 And AU- i— -1 \ i J— . 1 . ... ^ -J i Lg S — Sostenuto. . 1 J J -a J .^ ^- ^- 1 N ! > ^«l^ ml mi I d L_l \ 1 . \ J -^^^ i-pi==1: Ope-uing and love the shut - ting in the sky. While dai-sies are the moons calm, ten-der ]ight,But daisies bloom out ^^-X ^tfc ^ 1 — r T From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. Publishers : Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission of author and publishers. 16 226 STARS AND DAISIES.— Concluded. > N I 5^ 3^=J= ^ stars be - low, the day. Twink - ling and spark-ling as they grow. Watch - ing the bright sun ou his way. THE LIGHT BIRD. Arranged from Egbert Kohl, 5?/ E. S. &£4£= g=^^=[g^^ i^^^^^F.^^^4^ 1. O pret - ty bird, O shin - ing bird, O bright bird on the wall! 2. The pret- ty bird, the shin - ing bird That flies xip-on the wall! ^^^^^^^ SEEt;3 1^ «^ ^ ^^=^ O pret - tybird, O shin - ing bird, Be still and hear my call! Is Uiade of light all pure and bright,It can-not hear your call; ^^f=f= ^=S=S= ^=^=8=^ -tfT .*»»* 01 s [- \ r Ki. ■ ^ 7 ^ tf ~i*r -=^-^^=?' — P>- -•' — ^ — f^ iJ^J'-f-^^ ■"1 — =^ Why No will you fly a - hand can catch the wav, dear? Wh-^ light bird, The 1 \ ■ 1- - — — t^ ^— -won't YOU coineanc pret - ty bird, tlie 1 phaA brig — > — u . dear ? ht bird ! *— 1 ^_^ -f— h ^—^ * ^¥-^^ rfrr-t^ - 5? '4-^^-r- -^ ^-il [^^-» — W«— H THE LIGHT BIRD.— Concluded. 237 § ^ihw- >— ^ fe^ 3^ O pret ■ tybi'rd, O slihi - insbird, O brio ht bird on the wall! But eyes may catch and hearts may bold The light bird on the wall ! THE LIGHT BIRD. m Elizabeth Charles Le Bouegeois. Lightly. Eleanor Smith. -K^ f :t==t -^ ^ ad . ■- — ^ -^ .-— ^^ O bir - die, gleam-ing on the wall, Gleam - ing, gleam - ing, #=^=^^=^=^ r i- 1 . J ! M 1 1 J - , q ^— r- 1 — \ — ^-W ^ 'Tis the light bird, A tu-^ 1 L_ ver - y bright hire r— !- ! 1 1 "~*l — *l — *l — 5^ i ^'^^ '- , That is gleaming j j J ^ on the wall, (^^ ^ ^ jtf*— r 1 i 1 1 ' =J H 1- r — r^ ' 1 — i — H 228 THE LIGHT BIRD.— Concluded. 'Tis tile light bird, A ver - y bright bird. But it can not hear your call. , ^— J U ^^ r ^■ ^--»- g=s 3Ei: r r Laura E. I^ichards Moderato. wf THE SHADOW RABBIT. Child Song (Old French). ^ m^ -m *- V- -6^ l-'L— L-tp» ^ L^ ^ '-r 1. Hey, the Eab-bit ! Ho, the Rab-bit ! See the Eab-bit on the Tvall, 2. Now the Eab-bit sits up - right. Munching grass with all his might, 3. Down our Eab-bit cow-ers now; Sure some dan -ger low-era now. UN-T--i-h/^ ~m H~ 1 — 1 — -ii — -^ r-< J=^ ^=li ~w^tl] .. ~im — *-8^-H ^\>[,%. ^ 1-?!- -L..£3 ^ 1 — 1 ^ ^5^=;^^ 3^^3^ Pricts his ears, for that's his hab-it; Pricks them up and lets them fall. See hiiu wrin - kle up liis nose... "What's that for, do you sup-pose? See, the Hun - ter with his gun.. Thinks he's going to have some fun. -S^^ THE SHADOW RABBIT.— Concluded. 229 P N ^ £^ 1*=^ Pret-ty Eab-bit, stay now; Come with me and play now. Brotli-er Eab-bit, shall I feed you ? Iso, my dear, I do not need you. Puff, puff, puff ! The bul-lets fly-in g ! Is our Kab-bit real-ly dy-ing? m :i==*=a= 1 \z jtrz^ -ai — g- ^^1— ^^ ^^ ^^^ I pfc ^3? -• pL ^1 Ko, ah no, he will not stay: Up he jumps and springs a - way. Bab-bits made up - on the wall Feed themselves, or not at all. Ifot a bit, for see him run! Kab-bits, too, can have their fun. Emily Huntington Milleu Briskly and gracefully. THE LITTLE WINDOW. W. W. Gilchrist. 9 :^=^= ^ ^EE 1. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light, 2. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light,. 3. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light,. beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful beau - ti - i'ul, beau - ti - ful beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful g# ^ s Pedf m 230 THE LITTLE WINDOW.— Concluded, light!, light!. light!. Shin - ing so clear thro' my vrin - dow bright Mak - iiig the fields and mead - ows so briglit Love is the suu-shine that makes the heat briglit M -=i— ^ Down from the sky, Fh)w'rs in tlie gtass Pure we would be. soft - ly smile as shin - inj yon you like ay; pass ; thee; Peek - a - boo light. Peek - a - boo light. Peek - a - boo liglit. beau- ti - ful light, beau - ti - ful liglit, beau - ti - ful light, Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light. Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light. Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light. -J a^- ^=s: ^ 1 r =^^= m: *"r THE WINDOW. 231 Georgr H. Page. Tranquillo. Eleanor Smith. ^ :«!=i= 1. Come, love - ly light, and shine on us, And makes ns warm and bright; 2. " Dear child, the sim has sent me down To make au - oth - er day, p3 ■^==T- rr - r -^ im- IJ=it Ton shine on ns, we'll gaze on you, Eor day has conquered night. And help you tread the path of right. By light-eu - ing your way. 4- f¥^—^ — f — r~ ^v: In thank-fnl praise of your bright rays, We lift our hap - py Toic In thauk-ful praise of his bright rays.Theu lift your hap- py voic I I ^^: ^=^ ^u-^— ^— ^ =n — \--~-j - r ^ *EEfE^ pi poco rit. ^t=t :^S^ For you love us and we love you. And all the world re -.joio For you love him and he loves you, And all tlie world re - joic 232 TRANSFORMATION GAME. Emilie Poulssox. Moderato. Eleaxoii Smith. qvzzar: 1. How bean-ti - fnl ! how joy - otis Our cir - cle large and -wide! TVhere 2. Up in the sky a - bove iis The love - ly stars ap - pear, Our 3. HoTT beau-ti - ful ! how joy - ous ! A -wreath we now have bound, In ma - ny hap - py chil - dren. Move gai - ly side by side. Ho-w cir - cle now is cliaug-iug, Be - hold a star is here. A love and joj-- u - nit - ed, TTe gai - ly dance a - round. And 1#— ^-. ^ •■- — \ .: ^ r N ,s *■ - £h p r ' *> ■»— [r - • bean - ti - ful ! how crown we now are now the larg - er J h ^ zzm ^ j^_j joy - ous The niak - ing. As cir - cle, We L» m K* — sniall-or cir - siiig-iiig still wel-como once cles, we a - too, "Where go, Aud gain, Tho* — i -H =p-j^ r9—S-t»- $ -^- — *-H -^ 1 1 _p_trri: ^ 4 1 t"" .1^ _J ^ 1 TRANSFORMATION GAME.— Concluded. 233 'round, we go with sing - ing. As we all love to do. this is for our pa - rents, Our grate - ful love to show, star and wreath have van - ished, TJ - ni - ted we re - main. ^==t J 1 il=^: ^M Emily Huntington Miller. Andante moderato. f THE CHARCOAL-BURNER. Fred. Field Bullard, Op. 30, :N'o. 1. Hi » mi,= =iii-- 1. Oh, why does the Char - coal - burn - er stay 2. The Char - coal - burn - er is black and grim, But ^m ^^ ^: IfT rail. a tempo. pn ^^ t=^ Up in the woods by night and day? He chops the trees and he thanks for his work we owe to him. He chops the trees with a 234 THE CHARCOAL-BURNER.— Concluded. P piles the wood, And burns it slo-w" to tlie cliar-coal jrood. The wliack.whack, whack. And burns the wood to the char - coal black. ^=^ §=^*^ 1^ t=^: ^y?^=F= ^^ M-- :^-^^ dtzqv: ;g— ^- Blacksmith'shammergoes "Xlinjr.klang, kling; Char-coal, char Knives and ax - es, shov-els and rakes, Shoes for the po coal ny the X hi,P ^t'"^!* — * 1 T " . 1 -J^-J^^^ — f* — fr- hnr - ry and bring, For Black - smithmakes. The how bel 1 '" — rf.^* — »' — can I shoe lows blow the and the — I 1 po - ny's ham - mers 1 1 -r- — r — -j -1 ~T ^ ^ ^Bt^=zzzz;;f=t=: ^^^ r foot, "With - out good char - coal the iron to heat? beat. But he must have char - coal the iron to heat. THE CARPENTER. 235 Emilie Poulsson. W. W. Gilchrist. Bu- sy is the Car-pen-ter, At his work lie stands. Oh, the wonders i^ E^3^^ j=i: i^^ z^zMtzzJn g^ ^^EE^3=H =3^:i=it^^— H^ —^ • — r- he can do — Bi m * .s- With his skil-ful hands! — •' 1 Saw - ing 1 now, . 1 — >»— the — 1 J 1 M^r ^^-a- ^a-=^ ■ ~r EEE i— ^«^z -^•-1 — fr^t --^^^ '^i — -t- long, long boards Shorter soon he makes, I And the rough is w quickly smooth' d When the plane he takes. 336 THE CARPENTER.— Concluded. I -m m- Bu - sy is the Car - pen - ter, At Ms work be stands. P ^■A= ^■^ P Oh, the won-ders he can do AVith his skil - ful hands! f ^^ east m m Fed. THE CARPENTER. ESIILIE POULSSOX. Con moto giojoso. mf EupiiEMiA M. Pakkeu. ;^ -ip; — a^ »==s;= ^^ 3=* i 1. Bu - sy is the Car - pen - ter ; At his ■work he stands. 2. By his work the crooked soon Straijihtaiid e - ven jiTows; 3. So the Car - pen - ter at last AH to-geth-er brings; S—i ^ Oh, the won-ders he can do "NVitli liis skil - fiil iiands! Curv'd he changes in- to flat; AVondroiis skill lie shows. ^S'ails tiie boanis aud tini -bers fast; llow his ham - nier rings ! THE CARPENTER.— Continued. 237 Saw-ingDOw, the long boards Short-er soon he makes, Thus he Tvorks so bus - i - ly, But we hear him say. Thus a CO- .sy house he builds Where the cbihl may live. P5^^^^^ -m- m^. And the rough is quick-ly smoothed When the plane he takes. 'Here a board and tiiere a board : Pray, what vise are they?" And for this the grate -ful child Love and thanks will give. Eap, rap, rap, rap, rap ! -p.-^°^t — K ^ — 1 r^ — ^ — 1 — ^^=«^ -bS= ~J — H -i^ — -h^- — >- -^ ^^- =3-^- rr ^^ 4. Bus - y is the Car - pen - ter. At — ^-^ his work he 1 1 — stands ; f * * liW ^ Hp — _LJ_^_ mi -ig: rS— §:^^ mh £ .^=w=i Pr=r= iiii=: =^- -i \ =r=^= — 1 — -Li — i ll=i— — 1 ^^j L_i 1 ^ These measures may be repeated ad lib. or omitted entirely. 238 THE CARPENTER.-Concluded. § % N -!* N > I I - |5:=S= -> V ^:^^^=m: Oh, the won - ders he can do "With his skil - ful hands ! 'te^^ r^^ ^m -£— TTI i«t=* THE BRIDGE. I Emilie Poulsson. Andantino. Eleanok Smith. mr^ i --T — r- i r- 1. Tliehrookis flow-ing mer - ri - ly, Its wa -ters softly glide; 2. But dark the Tva - ter flows he-tween,Tlie stream is deep and wide; 3. All thanks to you, good Car - peu - ter, The child calls out iu glee, js — I 1- mf ^=t=^==t ^ ^-^ --^^ ^E^ X X ^ r ^rz -*^ * * T * ^ — — — r ^*' — — ^ pi -^m A lit - tie child looks long- ing-ly Ee - yond its rii)])ling tide. No way the lit -tie child can find To reach tlu", otli - er side. Now I can reach the oth - er side "NVhcrc 1 have longed to be. fcd=Fd=t: m |S--''S= ^Sj 4^ 1?^E^^^ 1 1e?e^ ^£E3 m THE BRIDGE.— Concluded. ps w — •- A-cross the "brook are pret - ty ferns, And oh ! sucli lovely moss ! But soon there comes a Car - pen-ter, Who works with busy hands, So on the hridge the hap - py child Kuus back and forth at "will. ^ife ■m r« ^•- ^=i=p= «=F ?2= :«*: y y i ^-[—\ ^— t — ' ' ^-1 — h And flow'rs that seem to nod at him And beckon him a - cross. And builds a bridge that safe and strong A - bove the wa - ter stands. Al - though be-neath so deep and wide. The brook is flow - ing still. THE JOINER. Nora A. Smith, Arranged from PiObeet Kohl. Andante non troppo. mf -=i— S- :i'==pB= -=l— ^ 1. Plane, plane, plane; 2. Strong, strong, strong ; Join - er, fol - low the grain. Push the plane a - long. giqg!=ri SEE^:#jEE^ SeIe mf «=*: ^^=r 240 THE JOINER.— Concluded. Sraootli as silk the ta - Lie grows ; Xot a break the fi - Isre shows. Make the bench all glos-sy white ; Not a splin-ter leave iu sight. ^ ^T* ^^=^ -^-^- If^ :t=t i J ^^-hV- h — m—^- ¥ s _ -^— q- Plaiie, plane, plane; Plane, plane, plane; J \ ^- >.J- Join - er, fol-low tlie grain. Join - er, follow the giain. :^=^ ^3^ w. * i i^te 1 r THE FARMYARD. Caro a. Dugan. „^ Con moto. ?8p m ^- i-i- N j— Adai jsr Ued from two French I — z^^ — N" 'oik Songs. 1 1 S — A T-^-r-t^- r— -•'— —m- ^- ^ ^=f^^ — •' m> 1. Oh, see the gate ! It - pens — rjv-] wide. Quick, my chil - dren, rH ^*— ^^-C-« — Y- — =S= _je- -Mt-- ^-*- -J '- =r3--J -J ^ ^-ii— ^ — ^ ^' ^^ — li^ ■P- -»- — *-H —w 1 (iiS-tt n . _ _ _ -4 L— 1 1 -^m s — ; V 7-\j—^~^ — — 1^ — — ^^ — —w — w — _j_ =5. - S — - m ' • 8 1 b*-* — ••—; step in - side. The farm-yard birds and beasts we'll All good THE FARMYARD.— Continued. 241 friends to you and me. 2. The pret - ty pig -eons in the sun, 3. The ducks are swimming round and round, 4. Just see the tur - key strutting by. — 5. The lit - tie lambs are cry - ing now. 7f^=^=^==^=P -Hv .. s. ^ 1- — '^^ — ^ r — 1^— f-=r ^-^ — -,^— U-^ =Hf"^^ r-\r. — -^^ — ^-|-t^ f H p ^===- :i"5T= Coo, coo, coo, coo. The lit - tie colts now past us run; Quack, quack, quack, quack. The moth -er hen a worm has found; Gobble-obble, gobble-obble. The pigs are grunt - ing in tlieir sty ; Ma-a, ma-a, ma-a, ma-a. The dog. joins in the Bow, wow, wow; P^. 3333:3=^ IS -A- ^=^a =i==i- -t ^:^ The so - ber cows all watch the fun. And say, Moo-00, moo-oo. The chickens run a - cross the ground. And cry, Pee-eep, pee-eep. The roost- er from his perch on high. Cries, Cock - a - doo - die- doo. The old sheep standing by • the plow. Says, Baa, baa - aa, baa-aa. ■?f Imitate here the actual cries of the 17 instead of using the syllnbles. THE FARMYARD.— Concluded. 1 — V . Now close tbe gate so liigli and wide, And leave the creatures all in- side; f i For we would keep them safe, you see. These good friends to you and me. --=^- 1$^^ I b< — t CD -=1— ^ THE GARDEN -GATE. Emily Huntington Milleu. Rather quick. ^s^^^ :?i=1^ W. W. Gilchrist. m 1. Pretty gar - den- gate, we pray you, O - pen wide and let us go ; 2. In the wind so gen - tly rock-ing. Here the Moth-er - rose is seen; 3. Darling vio - lets, are you hid - ing In the grass your eyes so hlue? 4- r=^-0 "^ TVliere tliomer- ry fountain danc - es, "Whefe the sweet, white lilies grow. And her ba - b"v - hnds are peeping 'J'hro' their blankets soft and green. Nev - er fear tliat we shall leave you, We will on - ly smile on you. THE GARDEN-GATE.— Concluded. 243 I :s=:^q=^ Ij^ljl -V— ^- -m—i^ -^ ^ ^ — **- 0- pen.pret - ty gate, we pray, O - pen flow'rs for now 'tk clay. Ba - by -buds ! make haste to grow, While the sura - nier breez-es blow. Eos-es red, and lil - ies white, Violets sweet, good-bye, goodnight. Fed. Fed.\-^^^ * ^T=^^^ :^^^ ! M^%-g^ P^^^ f^ Ni -S ^— Ni ^-^r^ — 1 '^ — ^ h "t* ^ ^ L^"^ f \^~~ — ^ :!^J=I Las < verse, — cZj/i — j ng awa ! X y- — 1 — 1 -n- FFFH fe-5^ -^-. Good - - good - - :^-. good - -^-.— night y=ty A ■^ ^' — ^■~*v --^"^ 1 S-^ -r^...- :^-^ -J- , :-i~^- !_, d-^^ ^^ _, h4I tP ^rrr ^ ^-^ ®-S5- rz\ =i^= —\ =^=^ H ==1=^ p^ --?^ e=i ^&~ : A ' L^_^ Z ^1 L^- — t^. — ' v^ fc tr-^ Laura E. Richards. Tempo di Valse Lento THE LITTLE GARDENER, Hungarian Folk Song. its 3=S 1. Come, chil-dren, with me to the gar - den a - way 2. "All thanks, lit - tie chil-dren," each bud seems to saj-. S SS ^^ ^EE^ 244 THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Continued, ^ 3=El I The plants are all Tvait - injr onr cora-ing to - day. All thanks for the love that yoa show us to - day. -^CJ^ m f In heat and in sun - shine is droop-ing each leaf,... Now beau- ty and per- fume shall bless you each one.... $ ^= P ^^ 1 ?^=i :it=S: But the chil-dren are com-inqt=:2i^^ Trinkle - trink ! Trinklo - trink ! How the drops chime and wink ! Twiuklo-twiuk ! Twinkle-twiuk! Now like stars see us wink! ^^-- ^m ^^ ^^-^' ^- JU :^ -iU f THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Concluded. rail. 245 As the poor thirst - y plants hold their heads up to drink! For kind - ness hrings kind-ness,— so flow - ers all think." THE LITTLE GARDENER. Kj^te L. Brown Allegretto grazioso. Gael Keikecke. -frJTo K- 1 ^ « * ^ -1 2. Tink n h 1 der the -ling the glow - ing sun, wa - ters run, Buds Now o - pen that their on© hy work is r one. done. A^jr4—m h '^ m — 11)* — f — r — h. — S- F-S! J« ^^ m^_u4_^ U»* — m — v - w — - w -* ^ = — m m ■ 1 . '* ^ '* 1 s- -a- -S- -S- -S- f^^-K-T^— U fc- '^ — ^•^-^ 1 1 -L^^^H :=t=— — 1« W L— J -Je k — c-L_J — -^= ^^^^ ^ -HP — -~m~ * —f m ^ 1 1 ^)^— i 1^ — — V — l-^ '^ i^— A ^ \^~ ■ • ^ *^ "Come! Out • we roll are the thirst hlos - - y," The soms. The dear sun - 1 1 hlos - soms cry ! shine to greet ; ~ y^-h — ^1^^ — — # r . i 01 " « iJ t^-^ * — w — -t im w— — ^ — — m m — i^;-^ — — -<•- -m- — — 1 1 f-^ :5»=IS=q —I a ^Vlr- □_ 1 1 ■ — !s -5?^ — : ^1 ^ ^ , p cresc. 7^feH^^ » ^— — N — ^-d — ^ :i W--°- — ^ bi — ^ — - J 9 * — ! fcs — 1= — — i^ m ? t> r Hast - en the "Let us your ?-h — H -T^n— -S&-H -mi, •* ■ children's feet, care re - pay, --1 F=3— ' Yes, we are Bloom for you com - ing, sweet," day hy day. *> ^' j z '^^^— ^ -^ r Vr -^ ^ "1^. ,1 1 r- J ^t^ :• T -• « — -fe» — ,- ' _•_ ^ — pv^,-^. V -r -r — __U ^^p "1 1 — r 1 1 1 1 1 246 THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Concluded. i ^ ^^ S^Teet lit - tie bios Wilis - per the pet soras, als Dust - y and dry." Glow - iug and sweet. ^''' J z m ¥ LITTLE ANNIE'S GARDEN. Mrs. Pollen. Eleanor Smith. Allegretto C071 moto, ^ ^ ^ ^ ■9 I g ^ 1. In lit - tie An - nie's gar - den Grew all sorts of po - 2. Sweet peas and morn-iug gio - lies, A bed of vio - lets blue, w ■ » g j There were pints and niig-non-ette. And tu - -lips and ros - e And mar - i - golds and as - ters lu An - nie's gar - den grew. -^ — s — s- p^r-Tv 1^ ^- I — s — m #s=?- Li -J^ — ^^ -A- -^ — ,* — • — f- "U ,• 9 J- 5=^ There the And bee... went for there a - mong her ■"1 1 ~1 1 hon - ey, And the humming birds too, flow-ers, Ev - ery bright and pleasant day. g-s -:-j^ ^^^^-^ ^^.— :^— F— r— f^ I r=§^^ ^^^^^^i^^^ii^ LITTLE ANNIE'S GARDEN.— Concluded. 247 I lvT=1*: •> ^ ^ :^s ps-=d!s r» 1 1 --^ ^ ■ And there the pretty but - ter-flies And la - - dy - birds flew. In her own pretty gar - den, Little An - nie went to play. THE LITTLE PLANT. Kate L. Brown. W. W. Gilchrist. Smoothly, and moderately slow. — • ^ -A — fa Sf 4 I :t^^= 1 ^ In the heart of a xitux seed, Bur - ried deep, so' deep ! J P-^ "Wake ! wake ! said the sun - shine. And creep to the light ; 248 THE LITTLE PLANT.— Concluded. i Se -r^—w - I * m- ttit -I ^ Then the lit - tie plant heard. And it rose to see THE WHEEL-WRIGHT. Emily Huntington Milleu. Moderato. Eleanok Smith. 1. March to - geth - er and nev - er stop, Here Ave go to the 2. Tliis is the an - gcr, slim and long, Tmn'd by the wheel-wright's 3. These are the spokes all shap'd a - right, This is the hub that ^^^ THE WHEEL-WRIGHT.— Concluded. 249 Wheel- Wright's shop-Wheel-wright! show its the way you do, hands so strong. Straight and stead - y the au - ger goes. And holds them tight, This is the rim of i - ron and wood. To Mak - ing the wheel so round and true, Turn - ing fast and smooth and true the hole itl. grows, Turn -ing stead -y and fin - ish my wheel so use - ful and good. Turn - ing fast and r Fine. turning slow.This is the way the wheel must go. turning slow, This is theway the auger must go. turning slow, This is the way the wheel must go. M===^ f^^^^^. m ^. =aeai:fe l!S^ 250 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD. Emily Huntingtox Miller. Allegretto marcato Eleanor Smith. — ^ — ■- 0^ p L^ J-L»' m 1 f ^ ^ ^-^ v=^ * • g ' ^ m) - ^=j= Gal - lop-ing fast aud gal - lop-ing free, "Who comes ricl-ing so swift to me ? Eire — \ ^ allant knights with plumes so gay, 4 N- ■^ .<—>.x t^tzt— r 'W- :^EE?^^^Es: -^^ meno mo880. ^^^ What do yon seek, good Knight, to - day ?. . " O - ver the world we THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD.— Continued. 251 #=^ W^ ride to fiud The child tliat is lov - ing and good and kind. H ^ 1 Vt-J ^ ^- - w a ^i ^ ^ 1^^ I^ J ^ ! f a tempo. Jt^^^=^^^ Then gal - lop, and gal - lop, and gal - lop a - way. ^^ ^ 252 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD— Concluded. -A« 1 — ^'-r^ 1 — g^« ^g^^iZ^*^ gq^ mt i^^l* ^ f ^ -?^^ *^ '-f^^m 1^: — f«- ^^: ^_q >* > -i-^ - > 1 1^ ' M^ =q=n ^ THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. Emily Huntixgtox Milleu. Eleanou Smith. llegretto marcato. ^ e n j?n . r nrp.rr: j ^T' i r n ^q'j- » ~ I ^^ #= — ^ 1 r*^— ^- "^ r — — 1 — Here come rid- — 1 mg tliel ..nigiits so gay: 1 A - ny -• good chil dren — M ^i~ ^3= lii^ -m— =^1 *• * ^ r- — r-J 1— - ^ [ — ^ w — -■'- ■5^ 1 S-i-j: d= 1 -1 : \ '^ — u 1 -J— 1 ^Im]^— N 1 ,^ ^ g r— ^s — >—J^^i^ . 1 , ., 1 -| fb — «^J-*^ ^- lierc to- day 4 }^ 1* - 1 Eead - y to L. 1,^ i^— ride with trumpet in baud. To THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.— Continued. 253 Adagio. vis - it tLehap-py cliil-dren's land? Ah, brave knights you will ^ ■ 1 h. i ^ all he sad To know that my child is self - ish and bad. 4- dayi~T^. . On - ly good chil - dren with us can go, Then a ^--^-^ 254 THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.— Concluded. § P=^ •way, and a - way we ride so slow ! 3=5i=*= d=tli^ m mm — m . ■■ m mt I -I i I ^^^ b*- :■$--«- -rx^w-r s?^^ fr ^ . ^ m 4=^ -J 2-^1 ^ -^A^^l -> — N f^ J"* N h < f^ h^I ^ f^ 1^ ^ I P' -T-^. ^=?e?=s^5=fi^ 1 y -I THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. Emily Huntington Miller. E. S. F P F F 1. Jin - gle, jingle, jin - gle ; Hop I hop ! hop ! 2. 'Nex - er fear, uiy darling ! Look, and see, -fir^- ^ \m • • ^ ^^m vj # § :fe 1— [— I- =»-fsr See, the Knights are passing, Stop! O stop! Now my child is All the Kuiglits are smiling. Siuil - iug- at me. You shall stay with THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Concluded. 255 ^^ :=t :s=i= P hap - py, Geu-tle, good and tiue. He can go a - rid - ing, a Moth - ei", Till you old - er grow, Tlien my bonny sol - dier a J J*^_ &=^= =P^ ife: i^dt 3i=^ rid - ing Tvith you. Kid - ing, a - rid - ing o - ver hill and dell, rid - ing shall go. Kid - ing, a - rid - ing o - ver hill and dell, But bring hira back at eve - ning, Be-cause we love hira well. But youll come back at eve - ning, Be-cause we love him well. THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. Emily HuNTiisiGTON Mtlleu, Eleakoh Smith. Allegretto con tnoto. mf 1. I hear the bu - gle sound -ing, So mer - ry and so clear; 2. You can- not have my dar - ling, So do not liu-ger here. 256 THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Continued. § ^==SP= 5^^ -^z. The kniglits come gaily rid - ing, Tliey want tliee, child, I fear. Safe in my heart I'll keep him, He is so good and dear. P W f^ Now hide thee quick, my dar - ling. And nes - tie close to me, Now do not tar - ry Ion - ger. But swift - ly ride a - way; For not one dim - pled fin - ger The gal - lant knights sliall see. Peep out and smile, m^- lad - die. And hid the knights good-day. U d=-^ &==r r^ :1=='-' ^^^^ ^—f. — l^h=^ — Y—- ■ -^ — j5 — ^ — - — i — - — Jin - glo, jin - glo, jin - gle, - ver hill and dell. You S5F^ d^^^zr- h-r— — ^ ^-W^ w ^-^iri — r^-' ^V— ^ ^ \~ — «_jt .J c — «-[ ^ — -*-»-A THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.—Concluded. 257 can - not have my bon - iiy lail, Ee - cause I love him "well. ^ im=mL T^^PF=^ s^ ^=?I 5E HIDE AND SEEK. f Henrietta E. Eliot. Indante con inoto. After Haydx. -h i^ =^=i Where are yon, my Ba - by? You've left me a - lone; "Who'll missed Jj™ so loBg ; ¥/X far, far a - way. Ill thank a - ny - 258 f HIDE AND SEEK.— Concluded. rail. /-N h N S=:^: m> ^i— L-g w ^^ one Who will bring }^^^ to stay. Why here in my anus my dear ^-^gE^^Ed^ Ba - by lies! "We oft - en look far for what's un - der our eyes. P ^=^- -3^=±=i -Pt CUCKOO. HExniETTA R. Eliot. Molto vioderato, p dolce. -N K- Fred. Fikld Bullaru, Op. 30, No. 2. Cuck - oo, cuck - 00. The Click - oo calls you, dear, Cuck p dolce. E«^-55 m m S N N :^5^ rqzipz ^j^=mzi 3t=^ on, Click -00. Call back and he will hear; Cuckoo, cuck _N__^ h , I n ^« ^ ^ CUCKOO. —Concluded. mf rail, penseroso. ^ a tempo. 259 wants my lit - tie one. Ah. now you've found him. dear. You will both he happy here, Cuck-oo, cuck-oo, cuck-oo. ^n^ ';'«■ I Tempo I. . / — ^ Kate L. Brown. Andantino. p HIDING GAME. Carl Eeinecke. 9 n,?r ^*^"'^ ^? ^^^ '■ - ?^* ; ^^ ^"^ ^^P-P^- s^njJ and play 2. Our cir-clenowis brok-en. Look up iud yoS may saj^ 260 HIDING GAME — Concluded. 'No Lreak is in oi.r cir - cle, We f>nig with voic - es gay ; What lit - tie child lias left us, Aud hid - den sale a - Avay ; Here stand -wo ail u - nit - ed For hap -py song and play. If., you will tell us right -ly. We'll clap you in our play. GUESSING THE SINGER. K.A.TE L. Browx. {Sivabian Popular Song.) Caul Eeineckk. Andante. i s^ Blindfolded child sings : 1. Tlie son-: I am sing - in g, My friend must re - peat; All the children sing : 2. Hush! cliil-dren, and lis - ten, Till out rings the song. GUESSING THE SINGER.— Concluded. ^ =S ^^ -- ^ F=^ ~ff~ —M— -^ — ^ =^ — ^" -f-^ — ^ -i -1 ¥ -1 ^ •■- di, du - a - da and ial . i — le, — r f al - le — *— ri. fal . le. -* ^ 1 ra. —i- — ^4 !»*- 1 =^ : — r — -^ -T^ —— 1 ^ ^1 =^ n f=^1 -ttJ- ^ii d--- ' ^ si ' M" THE CHURCH. Laura E. Richards. Tranquillo. Eleanor Smith. «>' 1 TT^^I 1. Hark! the cburch-bell's pleas-aiit sound; Let us go, my cliild, 2. Let your heart be pure and clean, "When to church you go; 3. God who sends the nier - ry breeze. Blow -ing hero and there, 4. In the church so calm, so still. When your child-isli heart 5. Once he sent to dwell on earth, Je - sus, bless -ed child. ^i 262 THE CHURCH.— Continued. There where ev - 'ry Sun - day morn For all sweet and love - ly things Sends the might - y storms that rage With a sol - eum joy doth fill, From the hour that gave him birth, Rings tho suin-mons mild. Tliere you'll learn to know. Thro' the np - per air. That, too, is his part. Pure and un - de - filed. ^ # 1 -^---f Thro' the loft - y windows there. Learn of God who gives us all, Yet so lov - ing kind is he, He who lov - ing pa-rents gave, Trj-, like him, my lit - tie child. Eain-how light is streaming fair. Birds that sing and stieams that fall, Ev - 'i-y small-est leaf you see Sis - ter sweet and broth -er brave. To be gen - tie, kiud and mild ! From the doors wide open thrown Peals the or-gan's sol - enin tono. Sun and moon in glorious light, Trees and flow'rs in beau-ty bright. Knows his care and does his will. Owns his wisdom Avork -ing still. Gives the pow'r to love and bless. Bringing joy and hap - pi - ness. For 'tis thus your will you'll show To the God who loves you so. THE CHURCH.— Concluded. f ?='=^^? Come, says the sil - ver bell. Come where the voic - es tell m cresc dim. :t=:^==: tJ Of the God who dwells above, Of the God whose name is Love. -^=^ ^m m =3^ Sr^-W -JS^tztSir. gr^g = ^ it t±it i^ 1 1- =i WANDERING SONG. f Kate L. Brown. Allegretto, mf Dolce. After an Old French Lullaby. S=1^ ^ 1. First to one friend, then an-oth-er, Mer-ri - ly our ball will stray; 2. First to one friend, then an-oth-er, Lit- tie Ma-ry now Avill stray, 3. Round about our pret -ty play-room All the children love to stray; 264 WANDERING SONG.—Concluded. '^— V On it goes a - moiigtlie cliildreii, Hap-py corn-rade in their play; Slie -will vis- it witli the cliildien, Hap-py coni-rade iu tlieirplay; Siug-iiig wel-conie to the suiisliiue. Golden sniisliiiie on its way ; r^ r r) . rn - rr: . rn rTj^rr ^- ^S /T\ ~2 — ^ — r-r — 1*— ^ irn* '"^ -r~ :f-^ 4^ ^ — I- L- -- 1 [5—1 L— — 1 f?L-l *— J e — •_ -t-^ J ' - -1^ ^ ' — ^ ^ ' Wishing one and then an-oth- er. Wishing all a pleas-ant day. "Wishing one and then an-oth- er, Wishing all a pleas-ant day. Wishing pictures, birds and flow- ers, Each and all a pleas-ant day, m r \-m 1^ - IN « '1 J , » * ^ , M- JK^ '''^>- jbT^^ ^'^^ ''^- 1 ^ 1 >L_ -^ m — ' *^!— -m m \^ — - — =i-f ^r— g f g ' \ m m z^=Mi Wishing all a pleas-ant day. Wifih-ing all a pleas-ant day. Each and all a pleas-ant daj'. i :t=^ ^. -•'- J. ^1 J ^lii y=^ i THE VISIT. 265 Kate L. Brown. Allegro Commodo. f From ^'Childrens' Songs." Caul Eeinecke. m -^ — J- 1. Dear lit - tie friciids a - cross tlie "way, We come 2. Dear lit - tie friends a - cross the way, We're sor H^=^ ggj= i *& ^ =s=i= w vis - it you to - (iny, We come to Tis - but we must not stay ; Please come and tIs - 4^^=^ — > ^-q 1^ ~N" — =]* ;^' S h s ^-1 you us -^ — ^i — - to - day, And some day. And give you give us pleas - ant friend - ly greet - greet - =^ /-J - ing; How - iug; Come , =1 ^^ 1 -• J- 1 1 •m- i -4 -] ' 1 ==^- 1 \ :=t- -\- -4- -^ — ^ \j^ ^ — ' — 1^ ^ m m — I are your gar -dens, pets and swings. Tour toys see our gar - dens, pets and swings. Our toys 1- ' — and and all all tlie tbe 266 THE VISIT.— Concluded. ^ ■s ^^- 1 — « ' riten. ft' " » ^ a tempo. h- oth - oth - er things? We er things; Yes, =^^=1 wish you — S f f^—i — ^ 1^ — ' til at we could shall have them see tlieni all you ~"2 S — all, But wish, And ^ ^ J— ,u > 1 1 1 r — P P — Txien. a tempo. ©*«^ * ■ -*i ^— ' -S =!—- J — t— ' ^L ^ L* _* # short must be tliis meet - inj glad shall bo that meet - inj ml-^ THE WANDERING SONG. Nora A. Smith. Allegro non troppo. mf FuED. Field Bullard, Op. 30, :N'o, 7. iV: 1. TVe love to go a - loam - ing On sun - ny days of Spring, 2. We love to go a - roam - ing T\'henSummerdays have come, 3. We lovo to go a - roam - ing On ha - zj' Au-tumudays, i. We love to go a - roam - ing In frost - y Win - tor - time, THE WANDERING SONG.— Continued. 267 "Wlieu first the buds be-giu to peep. And birds be - gin to sing: And hear the wbis-per of the grass. The insects' sleep - y Imiu : When beeches vrave their. vel- low flags And scar- let ma- pies blaze; When all the i - cy streams are still. And mer-ry sleigh-bells chime: &. =^ ^ ^^^ ^^ i ^^^ ^=1^ ^. The lamb-kins frol - ic Tne ros - es bloom on The squirrel's stor - iug in the field, The ba - by ev - 'ry side, Tlie wheat is up his luits. The corn is leaves un-fold, grow - ing high, gath - er'd in, The skat -ers skim a - cross tlio pond. The north-wind whistles free. #1; — sT~i~~ _ ^ F^=f=^=fl^^ ^ rTjTJ - 1 y^=^=t^ " ^— ^ 3 ' J '^—j— j."'^ 1: 1 F^^^ g - iC cr'esc ^^r=^-J =n ^ \ — — -— ^ dim. And dan - de - li - ons from the grass Shine out like stars of gold. And lil - ies blossom white and gold Wliere qui-et wa - ters lie... And ro sy ap - ples.smooth and ripe. Fill np the farmer's bin. And in the si- lent for - est waits The dar-ling Christmas Tree. 2(5; THE WANDERING SONG.— Concluded. Eefraix, f ma dolce. _, u~ , — ■ 1— , 1 - 1 ^ w^ -J-^ — a =^ ^^==i= E^"^"^ ^ We We We We t. — i^ — love to go love to go love to go love to go a - a - a - a- roam - ing, roam - ing, i-oam - iug, roam - ing, "H if— a - a - a - a - roam - ing, roam - ing, roam - ing, roam - ing. a - a - a - a - roam - ing. We roam - ing, We roam - ing. We roam - ing. We EEsS:^ '^:^~^~ ""^ .^^-1 ^^— — ^ -• -^^^-' ' r-j-* f-* -^» — h* ^ ~f=s= love to go a - roam - ing On snn - ny days of Spring, love to go a - roam - ing When Smu-mer days have come, love to go a- roam - ing On h? - zy Au-tumn days, love to go a - roam - ing In frost - y Win - ter time. 3^^ RIPPLING, PURLING LITTLE RIVER. W. W. Gir.CHKIST. From " Children' sSoni^s, and How to Sittz them. ' With pennissioii of W. L. Tomlins. i RIPPLING, PURLING LITTLE RIVER.— Continued. 269 flow - iiig, liiist - 'ning on P See the spark -ling, b 5s ^ ^3EE t ^ 'C w ^=^= gii -^ 1-1 1- P :! r ±==t -^ ** ^ = I Down the hill - side, thro' the val - ley, Slid - ing N . ^ N . K &^^^- 3 =g^ Er 3E^f -- — ^ - ■r 1 Y-. 1 i^ — tt*: S^ :kt===± i^zr^'zz^— ri: ^: — ■ 1 1 1 1 1 1 A^—^ ^ ^j — Tr-^J — -d — _« ^ ^ ^ ! soft - ly. -9- -^ s^ ranr - m'ring low, r S *> K «n Wa - t'ring flow - ers, ^^ ^i k «r-, ^-^-=S=^-^ :-'-"E^----*-'=S^=S"'-='=*---S---B^=r1 ^ r-c-° ■f • T -r - T- T ^- ; - ' - ^ Wk . [:-^±q-^ 1 1 ^^=1 1 -^ 1 ^ , 1 ■=» 270 RIPPLING, PURLING LITTLE RIVER.— Concluded. ■^KP — ^ ^ ^ -*-— ^-,-- — ^ ^i^-^ 5-r^ i (y 1 ^ — ^ — • 1 '- — \ '^ tum-ing mill-wlieels, Giv - ing joy T^^lier -9 ^ ^ >« VT '^ !«« =^ ^ -e'er you go. , V *{ ^ ^-, U t* 1^ L^ ' ^^ — -p-^^> ~ 1 — b^-— . ^ a tempo. _^ ^ 1 ==^i==t=i=- Down the hill - side, n ^ h h N thro' the val - ley, ^ ^ p^ !s ^ Slid - ing soft - ly, fs ^ V S '-1 J 1 * -1 — _P -1 *| — 3" UiUii^iCi a tempo. c^c^r^r' m =^ t ^ =1 L- 1 rt^= -x=.—t mur-m'ring low, Wa-t'ring flow - ers, turn -ing niill-wlieels. -^ hL ^ ^' ^ — ^^ gj- 1^1— g-q— gj— gj— ^-q— at ■H 1-^-i — ; — =f 9 1 & 1 S 1 "^< =f ^— =i "H ^i 1 — =1 »^— =1 X W -Siiwt Giv - ing joy wher-e'er you go. :$It^3^ I V. r^r :^""- g : — ^ *l -P •— r -I rn s i=;;S=:fczz ^^1 INDEX OF FIEST LIKES. awav All about, all about Baby's feet are flying All gone ! The supper's gone ! Busy is the Carpenter . Busy is the Carpenter . Butterflies, butterflies . Come, children, with me to the garden Come, lovely light, and shine on us Come, my Baby, you shall make Cover the eyes all close and tight Creeping, slowly creeping Cuckoo, cuckoo Dear little friends across the way Down goes Baby, Mother's pet First to one friend, then another Five little children. Five little maidens all in a row Fly, little bird, in the golden sun From the willow branches slender Galloping fast and galloping free Hark ! the church-bell's pleasant sound Here come riding the knights so gay Here stand we all united Here's a pretty cradle nest . Here's Grandpapa and Grandmamma Hey, the Rabbit ! Ho, the Rabbit ! How beautiful ! how joyous . I hear the bugle sounding I lived first in a little house . In a hedge just where 'tis best In little Annie's garden . In the heart of a seed I saw you toss the kites on high . Jingle, jingle, jingle " Lady Moon, Lady Moon, sailing so high Little star that shines so bright . March together and never stop Merry and swift in the crystal stream Merry little fishes .... 271 PAGE . 162 . 169 . 235 .236 . 183 . 243 . 231 . 186 . 172 . 181 . 258 . 265 . 163 . 263 . 217 . 214 . 183 . 198 . 250 . 261 . 252 . 259 . 192 . 209 . 228 . 232 . 255 . 197 . 191 . 246 . 247 . 168 . 254 . 218 . 223 . 248 . 179 . 180 272 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Now go to sleep, my Thuinbkin. so clumsy and strong Now see them here, these friends so dear Now the stars begin to peep . birdie, gleaming on the wall Oh, call the pigeons, baby dear . Oh, see the gate ! It opens wide . Oh, why does the Charcoal Burner stay O look at the moon ... One piece this way and one piece that pretty bird, shining bird O see my pigeon-house, so high ! . Over blue eyes, gray or brown Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo light . Peter, Peter, quickly go . Plane, plane, plane .... Pretty garden-gate, we pray you . Rippling, purling little river'. Rippling, sparkling in the sun See the trees all in a row Shall we show you how the Farmer Smell the flow'r, my child, and see Swing ! swong ! this is the way The brook is flowing merrily. The busy mill, the busy mill . The song I am singing . The stars are tiny daisies high The Thumb is one . The weather vane is perch'd on high The windmill's fans around they go This is little Tommy Thumb. ' . This is the loving Mother This is the loving Mother This way, that way, turns the weather vane Thumbs and fingers sav, "Good morning" Tick-tack ! tick-tack ! ' . . Tiny fingers in a row Twinkle, twinkle, little star . Under the glowing sun . Up and down and in and out Weave the little basket, fill it up with posies We love to go a-roaming What does little birdie say . When little Birdie bye-bye goes . Where are you. my Baby? 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