She wrote it when she was a girl, and somebody had it printed for other children.

I like it best, myself." Pleased by the prospect of a little fun to cheer his virtuous task, Ben whisked over the leaves, and read with interest the lines Miss Celia had written in her girlhood: "MY KINGDOM A little kingdom I possess, Where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard I find the task Of governing it well.
For passion tempts and troubles me, A wayward will misleads, And selfishness its shadow casts On all my words and deeds.
"How can I learn to rule myself, To be the child I should,-- Honest and brave,--nor ever tire Of trying to be good?
How can I keep a sunny soul To shine along life's way?
How can I tune my little heart To sweetly sing all day?
"Dear Father, help me with the love That casteth out my fear! Teach me to lean on thee, and feel That thou art very near; That no temptation is unseen, No childish grief too small, Since Thou, with patience infinite, Doth soothe and comfort all.
"I do not ask for any crown, But that which all may will Nor seek to conquer any world Except the one within.
Be then my guide until I find, Led by a tender hand, Thy happy kingdom in myself, And dare to take command." "I like that!" said Ben, emphatically, when he had read the little hymn.
"I understand it, and I'll learn it right away.

Don't see how she could make it all come out so nice and pretty." "Celia can do any thing!" and Thorny gave an all-embracing wave of the hand, which forcibly expressed his firm belief in his sister's boundless powers.
"I made some poetry once.

Bab and Betty thought it was first-rate, I didn't," said Ben, moved to confidence by the discovery of Miss Celia's poetic skill.
"Say it," commanded Thorny, adding with tact, "I can't make any to save my life,--never could but I'm fond of it." "Chevalita, Pretty cretr, I do love her Like a brother; Just to ride Is my delight, For she does not Kick or bite," recited Ben, with modest pride, for his first attempt had been inspired by sincere affection, and pronounced "lovely" by the admiring girls.
"Very good! You must say them to Celia, too.

She likes to hear Lita praised.