Often, another theme in these books would be the songs to baby by the older, wiser, sibling, usually the sister. They are really cute, and I love the not-so-common (for today) names they use for the children, such as in our next poem.
Bertha to Baby
O little, little mother! I was once as small as you;
And I loved my dolly dearly, as you are loving too;
And they fed me with a spoon, because no teeth I had;
And a rattle of a sugar-plum would make me very glad.
But now I’m old and very wise, — yes, four years old am I:
My shoes and stockings I put on; I do not often cry;
And I can read in my book; and I can draw a house;
And with my pen and paper can be quiet as a mouse.
I have a little garden; it is planted full of flowers;
And there, each pleasant afternoon, I pass some happy hours;
And soon I hope, my little pet, that you’ll be large enough
To go with me and play, when the weather is not rough.
Sometimes, there would be a picture that the story would be centered around. Maybe one day I will be able to scan the pictures in these books and include them in these posts. This one had no author stated at the end.
Baby is Awake
Yes, the baby is now awake. Come, little dog, come here and play with her. You may bark now as much as you please. You may bark; but we know you will not bite.
The name of our little dog is Bright. The other day, John took baby out in her carriage. He stopped to pluck a flower. Just then a big dog came, and looked at baby.
I do not think the big dog meant to harm baby; but Bright was so angry, that he flew at the big dog, and barked and barked, till the big dog ran off.
John told Bright to stop barking, and then called the big dog back, and give him a piece of bread. Then John let baby put her hand on the big dog’s honest old head; for the big dog was a good dog, and meant no harm.
What kind of animal was your most loyal pet? Tell us in your comments!