Note 432 — Chapter II · BIRTH-FEAST—NAMING THE CHILD.—NURSERY—NURSERY TALES—SPARTAN FESTIVAL.

A nurse’s lay prevalent among our own ancestors may not inaptly find a place here:

“Now suck, child, and sleep, child, thy mother’s own joy,

Her only sweet comfort to drown all annoy;

For beauty, surpassing the azurèd sky,

I love thee, my darling, as ball of mine eye.”

D’Israeli, Amenities of

Literature ii. 287.