MARGIE'S TRIAL.

My beautiful Evelina, Come listen to me, my dear; I want to tell you a secret That nobody else must hear: We're going away to the country,— Mamma and baby and I, And grandmamma doesn't like dollies, Now please, my darling, don't cry. Oh, don't you remember last winter She called you an image, my pet! Just think, like those ugly old idols: I'm sure I shall never forget. She's the loveliest grandma, my precious; But some things are not to be borne: I'm sure that my heart would be broken If she should treat you with scorn.

I'll put on your very best bonnet, Your pretty pink shoes on your feet; And you shall sit up by the window, And look at the folks in the street. Oh, dear! but I never can leave you A whole summer long on the shelf; If you are an "image," my baby, I'll just be a heathen myself.