St Nicholas [serial] . leaves in three, And grouped them round your little feet In three again ? Who left the sweet, Faint breath of Spring upon your lips, Her flush upon your petal tips ? Who brings you on this April day From far-off Sun-land, beams of May, And warms the shivering baby shoots That hide among your tender roots ? And, when the north wind came last week, Who deftly pierced his puffy cheek, And turned the flying frost he blew Across the hills to balmy dew ? And who ? —She shook her dainty head (Or did the wind pass by ?) and said : The frail Anemone has friends. And who ? But the
St Nicholas [serial] . leaves in three, And grouped them round your little feet In three again ? Who left the sweet, Faint breath of Spring upon your lips, Her flush upon your petal tips ? Who brings you on this April day From far-off Sun-land, beams of May, And warms the shivering baby shoots That hide among your tender roots ? And, when the north wind came last week, Who deftly pierced his puffy cheek, And turned the flying frost he blew Across the hills to balmy dew ? And who ? —She shook her dainty head (Or did the wind pass by ?) and said : The frail Anemone has friends. And who ? But there the story ends. 438 OUR LETTER. [Ml A BALL s a ball, and nothing more,When it lies upon the how grave and still its air !Not a bit of frolic there. What is this ? Can Pussys touchChange the quiet thing so much ?See it start, and turn, and hop !Pussy cannot make it stop ! See them scurry ! See them leap !See the two fall in a heap !Now they roll ! and now they run !Bless me ! balls are full of fun ! - i*-. OUR LETTER. By M. F. Armstrong. There were once three young people, a brotherand two sisters, who were enabled, through thelove and wisdom of those upon whom they de-pended, to make a very delightful journey. Forsix long months they dreamed a dream of swiftlychanging wonders, and the crowning wonder nowis, that it was all reality, and that we threegrown-ups were those three children. We actuallyclimbed to the roof of St. Peters, and into theball of St. Pauls ; we floated in gondolas and bathedin the shining Adriatic ; our eyes saw Mont Blanc,and our ears heard the shrill Vive VImperatriceof a Parisian crowd ! In truth, we were hardly more than children ;and when we found ourselves in England, withpermission to wander whithersoever we would,many and warmly debated were the plans uponwhich our Council of Three was called to when, finally, our minds were made up, andwe had crossed the little strip of ocean whosechopping sea is never to be forgotten, we f
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