Norse Lullaby The tree bends over the trembling thing, 66 Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; What shall you fear when I am here? The king may sing in his bitter flight, Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary thou art, anext my heart Sleep, little one, sleep. 43 EUGENE FIELD TO HIS CHILDREN. MY DEAR BOYS : AMSTERDAM, Nov. 8th, 1889. I wonder whether you miss me as much as I miss you. I wish you were here in Amsterdam with us, for it is a beautiful city and it is full of curious sights. Mr. Lynch has bought a pair of wooden shoes to take to little Leigh, and I have bought a funny old watch and a Dutch pipe. To-night we go to London, and in the morning we shall be in the rooms where you were with us ten days ago. I shall expect to hear from each one of you once a week. Meanwhile be courteous and attentive to Prof. and Madame Ruhle; when you play, play hard, when you study, study hard. You must take good care of your health, and be careful not to over-exert yourselves at the gymnasium. Pinny must write to his Aunt Etta, Melvin must write to Mr. Gray, and sometime Dady must write to his Aunt Carrie. On the other side are the office addresses. Good-bye, my dear boys; I shall write again from London in a day or two. Affectionately, EUGENE FIELD. Trotty's address is care of Fraülein Gensen, Allee Strasse, No. 1. |