Every mother immediately seized upon the verse, and, setting it to music of her own, sang it as a cradle song to soothe the troubles of infanthood, and repeated it in great glee to the intelligent babe when in a crowing mood, as the poem most fitted for the infant's brain to comprehend.

The cat's cradle book.

I touched her cradle mute; She recognized the foot, Put on her carmine suit, And see!

They are studying parental responsibility already, one at the head and the other at the foot of the baby's cradle-carriage, but I am afraid it will be but a lame concern, after all.

Her watch is o'er the cradle cast, Through childhood's wild and flow'ry maze; Her hand would lead through youth's gay scenes, And smooth the path of riper days. Would shield from each impending ill, Would guard from ev'ry dang'rous snare.

The war-songthe death-songthe song of victorythe cradle-chantthe lament for the slainthese are the overflowings of the essential poetry of their untaught souls.

For diamonds rare that gleam in the bed Of Brazilian streams, some merrily sped, While others for topaz and emerald stray, 'Mid the cradle cliffs of the Paraguay.

A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in a cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying; So soon to exchange the imprisoning womb For darker closets of the tomb!

The eldest boys, the twins, were now four-and twenty, and still so much alike that people occasionally mistook one for the other as in their cradle days, when Marianne had been obliged to open their eyes to identify them, those of Blaise being gray, and those of Denis black.

A CRADLE SONG Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head; Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams.

Her unselfishness, always one of her cradle-gifts, had become almost superhuman; and had she been of another temperament, the men and women about her might have instinctively shrunk from her, as too perfectnowfor human nature's daily food.

The First bent over the cradle head; "These are my gifts to her," she said: "A sunny nature, a voice of song, And may faithful friends uncounted throng!"

Furrow N. furrow, groove, rut, sulcus [Anat.], scratch, streak, striae, crack, score, incision, slit; chamfer, fluting; corduroy road, cradle hole.

A CRADLE HYMN (1719) ALEXANDER POPE AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM (1711), ll. 1-18, 46-51, 68-91, 118-180, 215-423, 560-577, 612-642 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK (1714), CANTOS II AND III TRANSLATION OF THE ILIAD, BOOK VI (1717), ll. 562-637 AN ESSAY ON MAN (1733-34), EPISTLE I; 11, 1-18; IV, 93-204, 361-398 MORAL ESSAYS, EPISTLE II (1735), ll. 1-16, 87-180, 199-210, 231-280 EPISTLE TO DR.

I cannot see thee die; I cannot brook Upon thy brow to look, And see death settle on my cradle-joy.

pitched, placed, Jesus, thou wert in cradle knit, [dressed.

O'er my loved child enraptured still I hung; No joy in life could those sweet hours replace, When by his cradle low I watched and sung While still in memory's ear his father's promise rung.

I feel like a bird about to fly forth from its cradle-nest, I have forgotten how the world appears.

Some of the things they wore looked like long night-gowns, some short ones; some like cradle quilts, some like larger quilts.

The lapse of aeons touches us as little as the reach of space; even the building of our planet, and man's infancy, have the faint and distant reality of cradle records.

Lest we by wrong should be disgracéd Doth strike our foes with fear and wonder, O thou on whom their hopes are placéd, Whom either earth doth stedfastly sustain, Or cradle rocks the restless wavy plain.

" This sermon had concluded with the following hymn, which Draxy had written when Reuby was only a few weeks old: The Love of God. Like a cradle rocking, rocking, Silent, peaceful, to and fro, Like a mother's sweet looks dropping On the little face below, Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning, Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow; Falls the light of God's face bending Down and watching us below.

Her secret vows the Cyprian Queen approves, 410 And hovering halcyons guard her infant-loves; Each in his floating cradle round they throng, And dimpling Ocean bears the fleet along.

Come, let us plant the apple-tree! Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there Sift the dark mould with kindly care, And press it o'er them tenderly, As, round the sleeping infant's feet, We softly fold the cradle-sheet: So plant we the apple-tree.

When roasted, a cradle spit is very convenient, but if there is not one the turkey must be carefully tied to the spit.