A LITTLE GIRL'S LAMENT.

My brother Will, he used to be
The nicest kind of girl ;
He wore a little dress like me,
And had his hair in curl.

We played with dolls and tea-sets then,
And every kind of toy;

But all those good old times are gone, Will turned into a boy.

Mamma has made him little suits,

With pockets in the pants, And cut off all his yellow curls

And sent them to my aunts. And Will, he was so pleased, I believe He almost jumped for joy. But I must own I did not like Will turned into a boy.

And now he plays with horrid tops

I don't know how to spin,

And marbles that I try to shoot,

But never hit nor win;

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Child-Song.

And leap-frog-I can't give a back
Like Charley, Frank or Roy-
Oh! no one knows how bad I feel,
Since Will has turned a boy.

I have to wear frocks just the same
And now they're mostly white;
I have to sit and just be good

While Will can climb and fight.
But I must keep my dresses nice,
And wear my hair in curl,

And worst-oh! worstest thing of all,
I have to stay a girl!

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ANONYMOUS.

JES' 'FORE CHRISTMAS.

FATHER calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie-but the fellers call me

Bill!

Mighty glad I ain't a girl-ruther be a boy

Without them sashes, curls an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy;

Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake

Hate to take the castor-ile they give f'r belly-ache! Most all the time the hull year roun' there ain't no flies on me,

But jes' 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!

Got a yaller dog named Sport-sick 'im on the

cat;

Fust thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at !

Got a clipper-sled, an' when us boys go out to slide 'Long comes the grocery cart an' we all hook a

ride!

But sometimes, when the grocery man is worrited and cross,