A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.

Too Little Is It Considered, While We Gaze On Aristocratic Beauty, How Much Good Food, Soft Lying, Warm Wrapping, Ease Of Mind, Have To Do With The Attractions Which Command Our Admiration.