KITTENS AND BABIES.

There were two kittens, a black and a gray, And grandmamma said, with a frown, "It never will do to keep them both, The black one we'd better drown." "Don't cry, my dear," to tiny Bess, "One kitten's enough to keep; Now run to nurse, for 'tis growing late And time you were fast asleep." The morrow dawned, and rosy and sweet Came little Bess from her nap. The nurse said, "Go into mamma's room And look in grandma's lap." "Come here," said grandma, with a smile, From the rocking-chair where she sat, "God has sent you two little sisters; Now! what do you think of that?" Bess looked at the babies a moment, With their wee heads, yellow and brown, And then to grandma soberly said, "Which one are you going to drown?"