Choosing a Name

I Have got a new-born sister; I was nigh the first that kissed her. When the nursing-woman brought her To papa, his infant daughter, How papa’s dear eyes did glisten!— She will shortly be to christen; And papa has made the offer, I shall have the naming of her. Now I wonder what would please her,— Charlotte, Julia, or Louisa? Ann and Mary, they ’re too common; Joan ’s too formal for a woman; Jane ’s a prettier name beside; But we had a Jane that died. They would say, if ’t was Rebecca, That she was a little Quaker. Edith ’s pretty, but that looks Better in old English books; Ellen ’s left off long ago; Blanche is out of fashion now. None that I have named as yet Are so good as Margaret. Emily is neat and fine; What do you think of Caroline? How I ’m puzzled and perplexed What to choose or think of next! I am in a little fever Lest the name that I should give her Should disgrace her or defame her;— I will leave papa to name her.