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N this our third visit to the Mary Anne, a little one between two and three

East London Hospital for years old. Her case seems to have been one of actual
Children, we are surprised starvation, for she was a mere skeleton when she

to see that it has an op- arrived. Alas! her relations were as badly off as posite neighbour as tall as it- she. It was the every-day tale of a father out of self. This is a great red work and a family destitute. Under these circum

brick building which must stances, it is the feeding up which alone is neceseither have arisen, like a mush- sary, and Mary Anne soon benefited by her good room, in a night, or the com- cheer. Before she was quite as plump as could

mencement of it have been un- be wished, however, her father had found work in noticed when we were here last. Kent, and took her with him, and the rest of his

It is to be a centre for the fire-engines family, into that so-called “Garden of England," and brigade of this densely-peopled quarter. The where we will hope they have all found food and Secretary of our hospital congratulates himself on its shelter. After her came Emma W-, who had erection, because, should a fire arise, it will be only rheumatic fever. She was nine years old, and so needful to send across the way, to get it speedily fearfully dirty, that she was obliged to have her put out. Masons and carpenters seem to have the hair taken off, and to be washed from head to foot best of it everywhere to-day, for the babies are before she could be encased in clean linen. She turned out of their ward, while repairs and altera- is reported to have been a spoilt child, and consetions are going on both outside and in. No sound quently, like all spoilt children, difficult to deal however, disturbs the interior quiet, and the little with. Who knows but she may have refused to patients are not incommoded by the hammering submit to that washing and combing so necessary and other noises without.

for health ? At any rate, she was quite well in a On our last visit, we heard that large-sized knitted fortnight after the ablutions had been performed, woollen vests were greatly needed; for the ladies and proper remedies administered. who had generously furnished such as were then Last, but not least, we arrive at the present in. in use had only made them big enough for very mate of the Cot, and it is delightful to turn to so young children, and their elders wanted them good and patient a little girl, after the account we equally. Accordingly, some good friends filled our have had of dirty Emma. She tells us her name is bag with enlarged specimens, which were re- Katie ; that she is eight ; that she has two little ceived with great delight by the matron, as “the brothers at home ; and that she is crocheting some very things inost required ;” so our visit began crimson wool that she holds in her white little with flying colours. But rain and sunshine, light hands into a shawl for herself. She has been and shade, are symptomatic of nature and life. suffering from typhoid fever ; but it is predicted she Our pleasure was damped when we approached our will soon recover. “She will have every chance of

Cot,” and inquired for Mary Anne, who, it will getting well because she is so good,” says her be remembered, we left glancing through a hymn- kind nurse. She is much pleased with a small book bound in red, and for whom the prayers of story-book and a tiny tea-kettle which we present to our young readers were asked. She has “

gone her on behalf of LITTLE FOLKS, and the crochet is home” to her Father in heaven. She grew restless forsaken for the tale. to return to her earthly parents, and left the hospi- Very little suffices to alleviate the tedium of illtal not very long after we saw her there. Her large

This is further shown as we take our parting dark eyes and thoughtful face, together with her glance round the girls' ward. It is more than halfeager, anxious words, have frequently haunted us filled with babies, owing to the repairs in progress since. And the poverty and scarcity she told us in the infants' ward, and some of them are wailing of followed her to her poor abode, so that she pitifully. A young friend who turns everything to missed the nourishing food of the hospital, and account as aids to good works has made us bearer asked to return to it. She was taken, instead, to of two immense necklaces formed of empty cottonthat happy land where suffering ceases, and we reels, interspersed with shreds of bright-coloured hope and believe is now singing her glad hymns calico. The presentation of these to a couple of and hallelujahs in the Paradise of God.

these puny suffering little creatures has a magical She was succeeded in our "Cot” by another effect. One of them, especially, holds hers up to

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us, and rattles it, her face all laughter instead of tears ; indeed, we can scarcely get away from her, she is so attractive in her infantine delight. But next to her crib is one that must interest all, young and old ; it bears the inscription, “Helen Maud Murchison's Cot,” and has a red screen on either side and a picture of angels above it. This was founded by a bereaved father in memory of a beloved child.

The convalescent's table, where we left dear Mary Anne L- and her young companions, is nearly empty to-day, but we notice one “minis. tering child," who is up and doing. This is a small girl with her left hand in splints ; it was dreadfully burnt, she says. However, she does more with one hand than many of us with two, for she trips busily from cot to cot, soothing the wailing infants, amusing the sorrowful children, and feeding one whose poor eyes are bandaged. We venture to predict a useful life for one so helpful and unselfish, if that life be spared.

Now we mount to the boys' ward, where there are also many babies-indeed, one tenants LITTLE FOLKS Cot No. 2, for the time being, who is declared to be “the pet of the ward.” Truly, he looks a bonny boy, with his clear blue eyes and good-humoured face. He is ressed, and is in the good nurse's arms while we listen to his story, and although he cannot yet talk, he seems fully to understand what passes. He fell out of bed and broke his arm, which is now tightly bandaged, so that it will soon be well again. He is in the habit of looking compassionately at it when it is dressed, as well as when it is mentioned. He is much attached to his cot, and positively declines to sleep out of it. It was required for a patient of larger growth, and Jimmie was removed to one of smaller dimensions ; but he made such a hulla-balloo that the nurse was obliged to take him to her own bed that night. But no sooner did he see the brazen

scroll of“ LITTLE FOLKS Cot” on the following day, than the trouble began over again, and they were compelled to turn out the interloper and replace him ; since then he has been good and happy.

You will, perhaps, remember the boy Freddy, whom we left two or three months ago asleep in the aforesaid much-esteemed crib. Well, he left it and the hospital, perfectly cured. He was succeeded by the young - jockey, formerly located in a neighbouring hammock, and who was so talkative and amusing that he made everybody laugh. He also went out much better. have brought your protégés down to the time of writing. Our first friend, Charley, whose leg was amputated, comes now and then to the hospital, and an appeal for an artificial leg is being made to the Hospital Sunday Fund, which we hope will be successful. His great friend, Bobby, has been measured for one. He is now at the Convalescent Home in Suffolk, inhaling country breezes before returning to the close atmosphere of his own abode. This Home is at Mellis, which word is derived from mel, meaning honey. And surely no name could be more appropriate, either to the place or its generous donor, Lord Henniker, since the sweets of pure air, and green fields, and lovely flowers are afforded to the languid drooping bees of the great city, and inspire them with courage and strength to work in their own hives again.

We have but to wander round the ward before going away to be made to hope that all the pale faces we see may be rendered rosy by a trip to the Convalescent Home. Many of them belong to boys big enough to earn their daily bread, and so to be helps to their parents. When we inquire how they are they all answer, “Nicely, thank you,” and thus read us a lesson of grateful patience.

And now we again take leave for a time of the two LITTLE FOLKS Cots and their small occupants.



By One of the Authors of Poems for a Child."
HIS dog of mine is kind and true,

I hide my ball where none can see,
His honest eyes with friendship shine ;

In yonder elm so green and tall, A better dog you never knew,

This dog of mine runs up the tree, Believe me, than this dog of mine.

And brings me back my pretty ball !
My will to him is more than law,

If other dogs are handsomer,
He is my subject, I his king ;

How small a matter beauty is !
At 'my command he'll shake a paw,

There's not a dog, I dare aver,
Fetch, carry, beg, do anything.

Can boast a truer heart than his.
Upon his eager nose I lay

From him I never mean to part ; A most delightful piece of meat,

About his neck my arms I twine,
But, till I tell him that he may,

Because I love with all my heart
This dog of mine declines to eat.

This very darling dog of mine.

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HEN Shakespeare de- being warned against all play, for Jenny, I suppose,

scribed the “whining was far too much addicted to work to need a schoolboy, with his

caution. Times are changed, however, and games satchel, and shining

such as cromorning face, creeping

quet, and like a snail unwillingly lawn tento school,” I dare say nis, and arhe was thinking of the chery have days when he was

spread with young,

and when, remarkable though he liked his les- rapidity in sons well, he liked play all parts of

better. And I have no the world, doubt that he was the ringleader in many a merry

for no other romp on pleasant Stratford green, when football or reason than hockey or hide-and-seek was as dear to the English that they lads of good Queen Bess's time as they still are to can be most their descendants in the reign of Queen Victoria. fully enjoyYet when we consider the vast variety of outdoor

ed when the

TAWA games and indoor amusements that are at the ser- "sides” are vice of the young folk of the present day, we begin composed to wonder how our great-great-grandfathers, and of boys as their great-great-grandfathers managed to beguile

well as girls. themselves when they were boys. For though a But though new pastimes are springing up

large number of every year, the old ones are not lost sight of, so
the sports in vogue that there is really quite a multitude of sports at the
existed centuries disposal of all little folk who think that variety is
ago, they were then charming. In a book recently published, * I find
of so rude a charac. there are no fewer than twenty-eight manly games
ter that they would and exercises-such as cricket, football, golf, riding,
now be regarded swimming, and so on-eighteen ball games, twenty
with some feeling
of contempt. But
boys will be boys,
and we may be
pretty sure that the
youth of five hun-
dred years since
did not fail to dis-

plenty of
ways to
themselves all the







year round.


Perhaps nothing strikes one more in connection with this subject than the rapid growth of those games in which both boys and girls may take part. The world of sports and pastimes has indeed witnessed a revolution. The old games were so rough and ready that they were scarcely suited to the gentler frames of girls, and, besides, people used to think that their lasses, as a rule, should always be sewing, or knitting, or doing household duties of some kind. It was Jack who was continually

field games, seven hoop games, twenty-two marble games, seventy-nine playground games, eleven top games, twenty-one toy games, eight lawn games,

* "Cassell's Book of Sports and Pastimes."

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