Part 2

The little boy was on the point of crying, when he heard his mamma calling; and, sure enough, there she was, and papa, too, waiting for him in the pony-carriage. He ran quickly, and climbed into his mamma's lap, and was soon home again.

M. R. B.

SMALL BEGINNING.

WHEN the first little crocus peeped out of the ground, And slyly looked round, Not a flower was awake, not a bit of new green Was anywhere seen; And it seemed, with a shiver the little one said, "Oh, I am afraid, The trees are so naked, the earth is so black! Please let me go back! You have called me too early, my dear Mother Spring, I am such a wee thing!"

Then a bluebird whistled, "Oh, no! my dear, It is good you are here; For now we are sure that spring is near." Then a sober old robin came bustling by With the sleep in his eye; "Ah, me! how stupid I was to wait; And now I am late! The bluebird has piped, and the crocus has come; And you know by the hum The hot little bee is beating his drum."

Then sweet Mother Spring, with a sunshine kiss, Said something like this: "Thanks, brave little crocus, so slender and small, For heeding my call While orchards were leafless, and snow-drifts staid In the all-day shade: You are telling us sweetly that soonest begun The soonest is done; That little by little makes up the great, And early obeying is better than late."

GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.

JENNY WREN.

JENNY WREN'S a lady, Very quiet she: That's her pretty mansion In the hollow tree. Peep into her parlor, Carpeted with down; There you'll see her sitting In her modest gown.

Jenny Wren is busy, Summer days are near, And she has a houseful: Listen, and you'll hear. Little mouths are open From the hour she wakes, And to feed her darlings All her time it takes.

Jenny Wren is moving: Breezes hurry by; Purple leaves are falling; Chilly grows the sky. Long before the snowflakes Through the orchard roam, Should you call on Jenny, Nobody's at home.

GEORGE COOPER.

DADDY FROG.

Words by GEO. COOPER. Music by T. CRAMPTON.

1 Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog, And his coat is bottle-green; Yellow his vest; handsomely drest, His pretty shape is seen. Puffing with pride, there at his side His dame is sure to be. Smiling, he says, "No one could raise A finer family;"

Chorus.

Singing "Cou, cou, cou, Ker-chunk!"

2 Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log, In a spry and jaunty way; Calling his boys-- Oh, what a noise! He joins them in their play. Hipperty-hop! Under they pop, And Daddy Frog, says he, "Isn't it fine? How they will shine, This polished family."

3 Old Daddy Frog lives in the bog Till the summer days are done; Little frogs grow, Dressed like a beau Now is each model son; Daddy Frog's eyes Wink with surprise, Quite filled with delight is he; Dame at his side Chuckles with pride, "There's no such family!"

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Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.

Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.

End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery, May 1881, Vol. XXIX, by Various