Ring ting! I wish I were a Primrose; A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me,

The wandering bee to love me.

Allingham.

MAY 28TH.

But you want nothing, little one, the world Just suits you as it suits the tawny squirrels. Come, you want nothing.

MAY 29TH

And strolling in and out so,
Or dancing all about so,

George Eliot.

With cock-up nose so lightsome,
And sidelong eyes so brightsome,
And cheeks as ripe as apples,

And head as rough as Dapple's.

Leigh Hunt.

They say she knew much that she never told.

Ingelow

To soothe another's pain
Hoping for naught again,
Is what a child can do,

And find it easy too.

Luella Clark.

MAY 31ST.

The garden grand of Life is opened wide;
And lo! on every side

The flowers of spring are blooming and the air
Is scented, and sweet song is everywhere,
And young eyes read from one enchanted book
With rapt, entranced look.

Lewis Morris.

JUNE IST.

Ah, happy day, refuse to go,
Hang in the heavens forever so!
Forever in mid afternoon,

Ah, happy day of happy June!

Mrs. Spofford.

MAY 31ST.

JUNE IST.

As air of Heaven in drifts had dropped away;

Ah! by my heart's wild beating-it is June!

Ms L. C. Whilon