The Kindergarten magazine . navailable, and lethim trace the forms with the prick points of the ^\\c him a needle threaded with appropriately col-ored worsted, and let hini sew the outline. This will givehim j^reat |)leasure. The time spent inthis worU (t\iT a cardshould be valueil notonly for the patience,skill, ami effort exer-cised, but alsry lo thechild, who is stitching; busily to make the picture. Heis taking a mental picture as well, and the more simplestories or reminiscences that may be clustered alK>ut ihccarti tlu- better. The cartls. with many appr»>fniale design
The Kindergarten magazine . navailable, and lethim trace the forms with the prick points of the ^\\c him a needle threaded with appropriately col-ored worsted, and let hini sew the outline. This will givehim j^reat |)leasure. The time spent inthis worU (t\iT a cardshould be valueil notonly for the patience,skill, ami effort exer-cised, but alsry lo thechild, who is stitching; busily to make the picture. Heis taking a mental picture as well, and the more simplestories or reminiscences that may be clustered alK>ut ihccarti tlu- better. The cartls. with many appr»>fniale be purchased all reaily for w«>rk; but when the childwatches <»r ilraw the picture, an addele wtirk. When the card is finishedit must be cherished, and the effort be fully 844 Mothers Dcpartnioit. LULLABY. (To be sung to music of See My Little Birdies Nest, p. 144 MerrySongs and Games. For sale by Kindergarten Literature Co.) Birdie, sleep and take thy restWhile the soft wind s\va\s thy nest,Rocking thee to slumber sweet;I will sing to thee Tweet, tweet!Rest beneath thy mothers wings,While her lullaby she , la, la, la, la, la. Hark! I hear a soft coo, coo!Other birds are sleeping too;The flowers are sleeping in the I hear the silvry bellsCalling fays with footsteps come and dance in moonbeams , la, la, la, la, la. Baby in his crib so warmSlumbers sweetly, safe from , our Father, watches all;Not a child of His shall fall,For He loves each little one, -Guards it well till morning , la, la, la, la, la. Sleep and dream, my birdie the angels hovring near,Whispring softly in thine swceth; do not until the morning light;Sleeji, my birdie, sleep; good night! Tra. la, la, la. la
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