TIBBY AND HER KITTEN.

Kit has not a sister, Nor has she a brother; And she is the darling Of Tibby, her mother. She stands there and purrs With motherly pride, While dear little kitty Is close by her side. T ’is pleasant to watch them— Now they are at play, With a round ball between them Just rolling away. If puss could not play ’Twould be a great pity; ’Tis only one year Since she was a kitty. How funny it seems, That she is a mother; ’Tis only one year Since she and her brother Were found in the stable One warm summer day, Where old Spot had hid them So snugly away. Such wee bits of kitties You never did see, And one was for Willie And one was for me. But one of those kitties Strayed off from his mother, Then my little Tibby Had no more a brother. Now she and old Spot Scarce notice each other, For Tibby, though young, Is now a fond mother. While grandmother Spot Is roaming about Not one rat or mouse Will dare to come out. And Tibby’s a mouser,— She’ll soon teach her kitty To chase them about Without any pity. Just look at her now, With kit at her side, And see how she watches With motherly pride Her one little darling Who has not a brother Or sister to share The love of her mother. Our Father has taught them To care for each other; He teaches our Tabby To be a fond mother. He teaches our kitty To gambol and play, And cares for them kindly By night and by day. Each creature that lives And moves on the earth, Our dear heavenly Father Has kept from its birth. And he loves to see them So joyous and gay, And makes them so happy They all love to play. I’m glad that they have Such love for each other, I’m glad that my kitty Does love her dear mother.