Now baby smiles. She is good. She will have on her long white gown. She folds her little hands and says, “Now I lay me.” Mamma puts her in her white crib. In one little minute her eyes are shut. Little Elizabeth is asleep.
In the morning early the sun will get up quick. The white lilies will wake up and wash their faces in dew. The birdies will open their eyes. They will say, “Peep, peep! Good-morning, Baby! Get up, up!” Then Baby’s eyelids will open; she will smile and show her six white teeth. All day long the sun will shine. The lilies will grow. The birds will sing, and little Elizabeth will be sweet.
The address of Mrs. G. R. Alden (Pansy) is Winter Park, Orange Co., Florida. All contributions for THE PANSY magazine should be sent to that P. O., and _not_ to the Publishers, D. Lothrop Company.
I wonder if any of the Pansies ever wanted to be missionaries? I wonder if any of them ever said they would like to be, but didn’t like to leave their home and friends? Now let me say just a word: You can all be missionaries this very day, and go no farther than the inkstand to do your first work. Every reader of THE PANSY who knows of anything interesting in church, Sunday-school, missionary or temperance news, anywhere “along the line,” will be helping us by sending brief reports, and will feel that he or she has been doing a bit of missionary work. Address all, for this department, to R. M. Alden, Winter Park, Orange Co., Florida.
LAST year there were in Iowa fifty-five counties without a single occupant for their jails, during the twelve months. It is in Iowa, you know, that they have the prohibition law which “does not prohibit.” It does seem to make a difference.
SINCE some towns in Georgia have succeeded in getting the prohibition of the liquor traffic, a minister from one of them writes, “The results are marvelous. The trade of the town has been more than doubled. I do not know a single merchant who would not vote against the liquor traffic purely on business grounds.”
A LABORER was recently fined for allowing his dog to drink beer, which made the animal savage. The judge thought it was the man’s fault for allowing his dog to drink. Why shouldn’t a dog have a right to drink beer if it’s given him? How can appetite be controlled? This question has been asked: “If that laborer was under obligation to keep his dog from drinking beer and hurting people, ought we to permit men to receive liquor, and injure themselves and their fellow-men?”