NOBOBY ELSE.

Otago Witness, Issue 1974, 19 September 1889, Page 35

NOBOBY ELSE.

Two little hands so careful and brisk,

Putting the tea things away ; Wliilo mother is reeling awhile in her chair, For she has i een busy all day. And the dear little fingers are working for love, Although they are tender and wee. - " I'll do it so nicely," she says to herself— "There's nobody else, you see." Two little feet just scampered upstairs, For papa will quickly be here ; And his shoes must be ready and warm by the lire That is burning so bright and so clear. Then she must climb en a chair to keep watch ; " He cannot oome in without me. When mother is tired, I open the door — Tnere'e nobody else, you see."

Two little arms around papa's dear neck, And a soft downy cheek 'gainst his own ; For out of the nest bo cozy and bright, The little one's mother has flown. She brushes fche teardrops away, as she thinks : " Now he has no one but me. I mustn't give way ; that would make him so sad, And there's nobody else, you see." Two little tears on the pillow, unshed, Dropped from the two pretty eyes. Two little arms stretching out in the dark, Two little faint sobbing crie3. " Papa forgot I was always waked up When he whispered good night to me. O, mother, come back, just to kiss me in bed— There's noboby else, you see." Little true heart, if mother can look Out from her home in the skies, bhe will not pass to her haven of rest While the tears dim her little one's eyes. It Q-od has shed soriow around us just "now, Yet His sunshine Is ever to be ! And He is the comfort for everyone's pain — There's nobody else, you see.

—Mary Hodshs.

LITTLE POLES' EIDDLES. 324. By May Russell, Pembroke s— What ia it that is always under a roof and yefc it is always wot ?