Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-02-05

NOR with the stars. nor a!th the NJ BOO. did ! n
Nor with Orion did fight. whom your friend l
But gusr:ed in a silver cot u child az bri.ht a,
The mothers OF the Ia Bresse mar Lyons
invoke sleep under the lame q ;e souln-
SouiD-" We wish we could give here the
sweet, tnedited melody which accompanies
these lines:
lie poupon voudrsit bien demi-
lie souin- souiu ma vent pas veutr.
Sarin S0uin. yene, yeae, vene.
SCUM -souin. vene. yene. done
The ChippeHaya Indians were Ia the habit
or perSonlfylng sleep as an immense insect
called Neeng. which some one once saw at the
top or the tree engaged In making a buzzing
M, nolse with les wings Weeng produced sleep
tired mortals with very small clubs
sleep acts the part OF questioner in the lul-
IA, ,aoy OF me Finland peasant woman who Sings
Held bird; sleep sweetly, pretty redbreast
God win wake thee when 1t Is time Sleep Is at
lhe dooI and says to me: Is not there q
SNeet c ahnd mere who fam would sleep?
ialr cniio resting beneath his wooden cover
Iet9 questioning sleep makes his appear
ance likewise In Slci!ian ninna:
Ny nftt s son, WISH you well. your mothers com
NJ pretty boy whs: can DO: Will you not give
Seep has lust past, and me he asked if this my son
IN sluInber lay.
sweet breath far leagues away.
You the fount of rose wat you are with every
Sleep: dazzling SOD, ny pretty one. bysoIden but
ton richly wrought
The mother appeals to the better feeling, to
me Christian charity rs 1t were, OF the small
but tmplacable tyrant. Another time she
wakes yet more eloquent. son my comfort.
ana not happy. There are women who laugh
and enjoy themselves while / chate my very
lie out. Listen to NE, Child; beautiful Is the
lullaby and all the folk are aSleep-but thou,
40! My wise little son, look about for thy
II. 1jn Ind hi
ma consolation. There, do sleep just a little
while" SO pleads the Sician: her Venetian
sister tries TO soften the Obduracy OF her infant
oy still more plaintive remonstrances "Hush-
ably; but If thou dost not sleep, hear me.
Ihcu hast robbed me OF my heart and of
AL my sentiments / really do not know for
done lamenting:" On this occasion the appeal
SeeIas TO be made to some purpose for the song
concludes: The eyes or my joy are closing:
they open little and then they snuJ. Now Is
NY JOY at peace with me and no longer at war"
10 nappy an issue does not always arrive. It
may happen that the perVerse babe fatty
refuses TO listen to the mothers voice sing she
never so sweetly. Perhaps he might nave
something TO say for himself could lie but
speak. at any rate In the matter OF midday
slumoers. 1t must no doubt be rather trying
when the sunOeams are dancing round and
round, and wildly inviting you to make your
lfSt studies In optics. Most often the long SUI
fering mother, II she does not see things IN this
light, acts as though she did. Her patience has
30 limit; her caresse5 are never done: with un.
turing love she watches the little wakeful Will
ful culprit
Chi riapeendo r;dendo Psychological.
But 1t is not always SO; there are times when
she loses all patience and temper into the bar
gain. such contingency is only TOO faithfully
rejected In Scilan ninna which ends with
the litterance OF horrible wish that Doctor
Death would come and quiet the recalctraDt
baby once for all. We ought to add that this
murderous lullaby is nevertheless brim rull of
nrolestations OF affection and compliments; the
child Is told that his eyes are the finest imayt-
ilaoie, his cheeks Two roses his countenance
like the moons.
Here is a string OF Establishments prettliy
wound up In a prayer
Hush j.. my little round faced daughter; thou art
Daughter mine OF nnest amber. godmother sends
sleep to thee. 1850
Fair Thy nanle. and he who savsit was gallant
Mirror of my soul. marvel when thy loneliness
Flame Of love be good I love thee better fsr than
Now my child sleeps Mother Mary, look upon
her FRI Ill above.
The form taken by parental fiattery shows
rue tastes or natioBS and OF individuals. The
ether day young and successful English art
l5t Was heard 10 exciatm with profound convic-
ton. whilst contemplating his son and heir
;wenty-fOur hours old: There Is a great deal
OF tone about that BABY
The Hungarian nurse tells her charge that
his cot must be OF rosewood and his STaidIipg
clothes Of rainbow threads spun by angels The
evening breeze is TO rock him, the kiss of the
falling star TO awake him: she would have the
breath OF the lllly touch him gently, and the
butterflies ian him with their brilliant wings
Like the >iciiian, the Magyar has an innate love
OF splehGor. Inere Is an almost absurd differ
cnce between this ambitious style OF LULLABY
aid the quaint little German song OF which w,
Owe translation TO Hans Brcitmann:"
Sleep. baby. aleep,
] can see two little sheep;
One Is black ana one Is white;
And II you do not sleep to night
first the black, and IA IN the white
v IL! rive you little toes bite.
Corsica mas ntnna-nanna into which the
whole genius OF Its people seem TO have passed.
TIE village feteS, With dancing and music the
10ch4 and herds and sheep dogs even the
stars ana seas. and the perfQnad
air of the macchi. come back to the Traveller in
that Island as he reads:
Hushaby, my darling boy:
iashaby my hope and Joy.
You're my little ship so Grave
Sailing boldly DER the wave,
One that tempest 9TH not fesr,
Nor the winds that blow fl ON high
steep awhile, my baby dear;
Sleep, my child. and hushaby.
after you were born full soon
You were christened all Alright
tiodm other she was the moon,
Godfather the sun go br. xht;
Ali the stars in heaven told
Wore their necklaces Of gold.
asst awhile in slumber lie:
Sleep, my babe and hushaby.
You are savory. sweetIy blowing;
You are thyme OF incense smelling,
Upon Mount Basela srowiag,
pom Mount Cassoni dwelling;
You the hyacinth OF the rocks.
Which Is pasture for the focks.
Fast aw bile in summer lie;
Sleep. my Child, and Iushaby.
II is the custom of all mothers TO concern
themselves deeply In the matrimonial prospects
OF their infants. The families who are to have
the honor Of an alliance with the BABY wonders
are naturally considered TO be most happy
My boy stands on the bridge" sings an Ar
menlan mother, Qn song given to US by DR..
lssaVerdenZ or San IaZzar0 "he stands on the
Drldge, and he wears earrings OF gold. Carry
the tdlngs to his mother-in- law; let her be
proud to hear Of so fine thing
Japan, as Is Well known, is the paradise OF
childhood and Japanese cradle song shall be
the last OF our Illustrations BY the Kindness
OF the author OF "Child Life in Japan" we are
enabled TO givelt
Lullaby, baby lullaby, baby.
Baby's nHrsey where has she gone?
over those mountains she's gone to her village,
And from her village what v i'll she bring.
tumtun drum and a bamboo fute,
'daruua' (Which will never turn over and
paper dog.
LITTLE jake JONES.
How He Shocked His Dear Old
Grandmother In Reading Il Rec
ipe.
Detroit Free Press
Old Mrs. Jones borrowed Mrs. Browns recipe
for making watermelon pickle the other day