When she was little my mother had a book of poetry called Rhymes For Kindly Children which in later years she and my grandmother used to read aloud to me as a girl. It was published in the 1920s or 'teens and, along with some content of decent weight, featured the most beautiful line-drawings, delicately tinted by what must have been watercolour from the look of it. I still have it, buried somewhere in this Aladdin's Cave of a house.

My favourite picture illustrated a poem contrasting Night and Day, as personified by a lovely serene lady floating in a dark starry sky above a giant crescent moon, and an active jolly man dressed in bright primary colours, playing - I think - a bugle. I would gladly frame Miss Night and display her on my wall if I could get her enlarged sufficiently. (Maybe I can. Maybe I will. Have to find her first, though.)

Is anybody else familiar with this book? It was a beloved childhood treasure and contained some serious lessons in how to live.