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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Aunt Kitty's Stories, by Various
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Aunt Kitty's Stories
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+Author: Various
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+Illustrator: J. H. Howard
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+Release Date: March 12, 2008 [EBook #24760]
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+Language: English
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+<div class="box1">
+
+<p>Transcriber&#8217;s Note: Table of Contents added. Where the poem is unnamed,
+the first line has been used and noted in italics.</p>
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
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+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg 2]</span></p>
+
+<h1>AUNT KITTY&#8217;S<br />
+STORIES.</h1>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>175 Illustrations.</h1>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<p class="center" style="line-height: 1.5em;">
+<a href="#p1"><em>Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p2"><em>Hickety, pickety, my black hen</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p3"><em>Dickery, dickery, dare</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p4"><em>Driddlety drum, driddlety drum</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p5"><em>A little pig found a fifty dollar note</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p6"><em>This is the way the ladies go</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p7">THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN</a><br />
+<a href="#p8"><em>A carrion crow sat on an oak</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p9"><em>What a pretty bunch of flowers</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p10"><em>This goose got in the house</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p11">THE ROBIN IN WINTER</a><br />
+<a href="#p12">FOUR LITTLE BOYS</a><br />
+<a href="#p13">THE LITTLE FISH THAT WOULD NOT DO AS IT WAS BID</a><br />
+<a href="#p14">THOUGHTLESS JULIA</a><br />
+<a href="#p15">YOUNG SOLDIERS</a><br />
+<a href="#p16">LEARNING BY HEART</a><br />
+<a href="#p17">IMPROVEMENT</a><br />
+<a href="#p18">THE LITTLE COWARD</a><br />
+<a href="#p19">IDLE CHILDREN</a><br />
+<a href="#p20">THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER</a><br />
+<a href="#p21">A VERY GOOD BOY</a><br />
+<a href="#p22">THE PLUM CAKE</a><br />
+<a href="#p23">THE GIDDY GIRL</a><br />
+<a href="#p24">THE FLOWER AND THE LITTLE MISS</a><br />
+<a href="#p25">THE KITE</a><br />
+<a href="#p26"><em>Simple Simon met a pieman</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p27"><em>I had a little hobby horse</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p28"><em>He that would thrive</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p29"><em>Tom, Tom, the piper&#8217;s son</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p30"><em>A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p31"><em>Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p32"><em>Little Tommy Tittlemouse</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p33"><em>Little Miss Muffett</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p34"><em>Eggs, butter, cheese, bread</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p35"><em>Rain, rain</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p36"><em>Tom he was a Pi-per&#8217;s son</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p37"><em>I had a little dog, they called him Buff</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p38"><em>Molly, my sister, and I fell out</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p39"><em>Solomon Grundy</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p40"><em>Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p41"><em>Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p42"><em>Mary had a pretty bird</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p43"><em>Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p44"><em>I had a lit-tle po-ny</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p45"><em>Pe-ter White</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p46"><em>See, see. What shall I see?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p47"><em>I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p48"><em>Ride a cock horse</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p49"><em>Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p50"><em>I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p51"><em>This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p52"><em>One misty, moisty morning</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p53"><em>Father Short came down the lane</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p54"><em>There was an old woman had three sons</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p55"><em>Hink, minx! the old witch winks</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p56">CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS</a><br />
+<a href="#p57">THE SQUIRREL</a><br />
+<a href="#p58">THE SHEEP</a><br />
+<a href="#p59">A PRESENT FOR ALFRED</a><br />
+<a href="#p60">THE FAIRING</a><br />
+<a href="#p61">THE GOOD BOY</a><br />
+<a href="#p62">MISS SOPHIA</a><br />
+<a href="#p63">PRETTY PUSS</a><br />
+<a href="#p64">POLITENESS</a><br />
+<a href="#p65">MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE</a><br />
+<a href="#p66">A FINE THING</a><br />
+<a href="#p67">SLEEPY TOM</a><br />
+<a href="#p68">SANDY</a><br />
+<a href="#p69">THE CARE OF BIRDS</a><br />
+<a href="#p70">WILLIE WINKIE</a><br />
+<a href="#p71">COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED</a><br />
+<a href="#p72">DOG POMPEY</a><br />
+<a href="#p73">MISS PEGGY</a><br />
+<a href="#p74">THE BIRD</a><br />
+<a href="#p75">THE SETTING SUN</a><br />
+<a href="#p76">GOOD MAMA</a><br />
+<a href="#p77">GOOD LITTLE FRED</a><br />
+<a href="#p78">THE DIZZY GIRL</a><br />
+<a href="#p79">NEAT LITTLE CLARA</a><br />
+<a href="#p80">HINTY, MINTY</a><br />
+<a href="#p81"><em>Come here, my bonnie</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p82">CARELESS MARIA</a><br />
+<a href="#p83">THE PARROT</a><br />
+<a href="#p84">WHY EMMA IS LOVED</a><br />
+<a href="#p85">THE GOOD SCHOLAR</a><br />
+<a href="#p86">NAUGHTY SAM</a><br />
+<a href="#p87"><em>Two legs sat upon three legs</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p88"><em>As I was going up primrose Hill</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p89"><em>There was an old man of Tobago</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p90"><em>Pease pudding hot</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p91"><em>When I was a ba-che-lor, I liv-ed by my-self</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p92"><em>To market, to market, to buy a fat pig</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p93"><em>Jacky, come give me thy fiddle</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p94"><em>Old King Cole</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p95"><em>High diddle doubt, my candle&#8217;s out</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p96"><em>Bat, bat, come under my hat</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p97"><em>I&#8217;ll tell you story</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p98"><em>My little old man and I fell out</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p99"><em>Little Tommy Grace</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p100"><em>Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p101"><em>Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p102"><em>There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p103"><em>The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p104"><em>Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T&#8217;s</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p105"><em>A little boy went into a barn</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p106"><em>If all the world were water</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p107"><em>Jack be nimble</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p108"><em>Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p109"><em>Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p110"><em>Is John Smith with-in?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p111"><em>Old Mother Goose</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p112"><em>One, two, buckle my shoe</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p113"><em>Jack Sprat could eat no fat</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p114"><em>See a pin and pick it up</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p115"><em>Leg over leg</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p116"><em>There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p117"><em>There was an old woman</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p118"><em>We are all in the dumps</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p119"><em>Hot cross buns, hot cross buns</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p120"><em>See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p121"><em>Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p122"><em>Little Nancy Etticote</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p123"><em>See saw, sacradown, sacradown</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p124"><em>There was a Piper had a Cow</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p125"><em>Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p126"><em>A diller, a dollar</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p127"><em>Bye, baby bumpkin</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p128"><em>As I was going to sell my eggs</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p129"><em>Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p130"><em>Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p131"><em>Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p132"><em>Ding, dong, darrow</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p133"><em>Pit, pat, well-a-day</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p134"><em>Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p135"><em>Lit-tle Tom Tuck-er</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p136"><em>Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p137"><em>A dog and a cat went out together</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p138"><em>Little Polly Flinders</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p139"><em>Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p140"><em>A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p141"><em>Bless you, bless you, bonny bee</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p142"><em>One day, an old cat and her kittens</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p143"><em>Doctor Foster went to Gloster</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p144"><em>John Cook had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum!</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p145"><em>Dingty, diddlety, my mammy&#8217;s maid</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p146"><em>A horse and cart</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p147"><em>Who ever saw a rabbit</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p148"><em>Boys and girls, come out to play</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p149"><em>Jog on, jog on, the footpath way</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p150"><em>Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p151">DINNER</a><br />
+<a href="#p152">THE NEW DOLL</a><br />
+<a href="#p153">GETTING UP</a><br />
+<a href="#p154">THE LINNET&#8217;S NEST</a><br />
+<a href="#p155">PLAYING WITH FIRE</a><br />
+<a href="#p156">GRATEFUL LUCY</a><br />
+<a href="#p157">RUN AND PLAY</a><br />
+<a href="#p158">THE CUT</a><br />
+<a href="#p159">SLEEPY HARRY</a><br />
+<a href="#p160">BREAKFAST AND PUSS</a><br />
+<a href="#p161">FRIGHTENED BY A COW</a><br />
+<a href="#p162">THE DUNCE OF A KITTEN</a><br />
+<a href="#p163">SENSIBLE CHARLES</a><br />
+<a href="#p164">PUT DOWN THE BABY</a><br />
+<a href="#p165">DIRTY HANDS</a><br />
+<a href="#p166">FRANCES AND HENRY</a><br />
+<a href="#p167">POISONOUS FRUIT</a><br />
+<a href="#p168">DRESSED OR UNDRESSED</a><br />
+<a href="#p169">BAPTISM IN CHURCH</a><br />
+<a href="#p170">THE PET LAMB</a><br />
+<a href="#p171"><em>Be you to others kind and true</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p172">HYMN</a><br />
+<a href="#p173">TIME TO RISE</a><br />
+<a href="#p174">FOR NANNIE</a><br />
+<a href="#p175">THE PUSSY CAT</a><br />
+<a href="#p176"><em>Give to the Father praise</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p177">THE FROLICSOME KITTEN</a><br />
+<a href="#p178">PENANCE FOR BEATING A BROTHER</a><br />
+<a href="#p179">THE NEW BOOK</a><br />
+<a href="#p180">THE DOG</a><br />
+<a href="#p181">THE COW</a><br />
+<a href="#p182">THE BUTTERFLY</a><br />
+<a href="#p183"><em>There was an old wo-man tos-sed up in a bas-ket</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p184"><em>To make your candles last for a&#8217;</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p185"><em>A milking, a milking, my maid</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p186"><em>Old father Grey Beard</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p187"><em>There was an old woman, as I&#8217;ve heard tell</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p188"><em>Bye, baby bunting</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p189"><em>Away Birds, away!</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p190"><em>Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p191"><em>One mis-ty morn-ing</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p192"><em>Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p193"><em>Swan, swan, over the sea</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p194"><em>I had a lit-tle Hus-band, no big-ger than my thumb</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p195"><em>Ma-ry, Ma-ry, quite con-tra-ry</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p196"><em>Hey, my kit-ten, my kit-ten</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p197"><em>Here we go up, up, up</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p198"><em>Some lit-tle mice sat in a barn to spin</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p199"><em>Ding, dong, bell, Pus-sy&#8217;s in the well</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p200"><em>As I was going along, long, long</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p201"><em>Dance a baby diddit</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p202"><em>Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you, don&#8217;t cry</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p203"><em>Jack Spratt&#8217;s pig</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p204"><em>The man in the moon</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p205"><em>There was an old wo-man, and what do you think?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p206"><em>A Frog he would a-wooing go</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p207"><em>Here am I, little jumping Joan</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p208"><em>Jack and Gill went up the hill</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p209"><em>Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, where have you been?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p210">GOOD NIGHT</a><br />
+<a href="#p211">HOT APPLE PIE</a><br />
+<a href="#p212">LUCY AND DICKY</a><br />
+<a href="#p213">THE FAIRY MAN</a><br />
+<a href="#p214">COME PLAY IN THE GARDEN</a><br />
+<a href="#p215">THE UMBRELLA</a><br />
+<a href="#p216">NO BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER</a><br />
+<a href="#p217">CLEVER LITTLE THOMAS</a><br />
+<a href="#p218">SULKING</a><br />
+<a href="#p219">GIVING WITH PRUDENCE</a><br />
+<a href="#p220">THE FIELD DAISY</a><br />
+<a href="#p221">THE MOUSE</a><br />
+<a href="#p222">SHORT ADVICE</a><br />
+<a href="#p223">LEARNING TO GO ALONE</a><br />
+<a href="#p224">CHARITY</a><br />
+<a href="#p225">FOR A LITTLE GIRL THAT DID NOT LIKE TO BE WASHED</a><br />
+<a href="#p226">THE SNOW BALL</a><br />
+<a href="#p227"><em>Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p228"><em>There was a lit-tle man, and he had a lit-tle gun</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p229"><em>Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p230"><em>Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p231"><em>Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p232"><em>Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p233"><em>When good King Arthur ruled his land</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p234"><em>As I went to Bonner</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p235"><em>Pitty Patty Polt</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p236"><em>Brow, brow, brinkie</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p237"><em>Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p238"><em>Lady-bird, Lady-bird</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p239"><em>1, 2, 3, 4, 5</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p240"><em>Hush-a-bye, baby</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p241"><em>Cross patch</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p242"><em>Bow-wow-wow</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p243"><em>Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p244"><em>The Queen of Hearts</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p245"><em>Naughty Willey Bell</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p246"><em>The queen of hearts</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p247"><em>To market, to market, a gallop, a trot</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p248"><em>The North Wind doth blow</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p249"><em>When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p250"><em>Mary had a pretty bird</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p251"><em>Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it</em></a><br />
+<a href="#p252">MAJA&#8217;S ALPHABET</a></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p1" id="p1">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 318px;">
+<img src="images/img_004_a1.jpg" width="318" height="400" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;<em>Little Bo-peep and her sheep,<br />
+before she lost them.</em>&rdquo;</span>
+</div><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cannot tell where to find &#8217;em;</span><br />
+Leave them alone, and they&#8217;ll come home,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring their tails behind &#8217;em.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dreamt she heard them bleating;</span><br />
+When she awoke, she found it a joke,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For still they all were fleeting.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Then up she took her little crook,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Determined for to find them;</span><br />
+She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they&#8217;d left their tails behind them.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">It happen&#8217;d one day, as Bo-peep did stray<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto a meadow hard by&mdash;</span><br />
+There she espied their tails side by side,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All hung on a tree to dry.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And over the hillocks she raced;</span><br />
+And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That each tail should be properly placed.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p2" id="p2"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_004_b1.jpg" width="300" height="223" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Hickety, pickety, my black hen,<br />
+She lays good eggs for gentlemen;<br />
+Gentlemen come every day,<br />
+To see what my black hen doth lay.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p3" id="p3"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Dickery, dickery, dare,<br />
+The pig flew up in the air,<br />
+The man in brown soon brought him down.<br />
+Dickery, dickery, dare.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p4" id="p4"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,<br />
+There you see the beggars are come:<br />
+Some are here and some are there,<br />
+And some are gone to Chidley fair.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p5" id="p5"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 242px;">
+<img src="images/img_004_b2.jpg" width="242" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">A little pig found a fifty dollar note,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And purchased a hat and a very fine coat,</span><br />
+With trowsers, and stockings, and shoes;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cravat, and shirt-collar, and gold-headed cane;</span><br />
+Then proud as could be, did he march up the lane,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says he, I shall hear all the news.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p6" id="p6"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is the way the ladies go&mdash;<br />
+                  <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Nim, nim, nim.</span><br />
+This is the way the gentlemen go&mdash;<br />
+                  <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Trot, trot, trot.</span><br />
+This is the way the hunters go&mdash;<br />
+                  <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Gallop, gallop, gallop.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p7" id="p7">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+<h3>THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">It was on a merry time, when Jenny Wren was young,<br />
+So neatly as she danced, and so sweetly as she sung,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Robin Redbreast lost his heart&mdash;he was a gallant bird;<br />
+He doff&#8217;d his hat to Jenny, and thus to her he said:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_005_a1.jpg" width="200" height="162" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;My dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,<br />
+You shall dine on cherry-pie, and drink nice currant-wine.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;I&#8217;ll dress you like a Goldfinch, or like a Peacock gay;<br />
+So if you&#8217;ll have me, Jenny, let us appoint the day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Jenny blushed behind her fan, and thus declared her mind,<br />
+&ldquo;Then let it be to-morrow, Bob; I take your offer kind.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;Cherry pie is very good! so is currant-wine!<br />
+But I will wear my brown gown, and never dress too fine.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Robin rose up early, at the break of day;<br />
+He flew to Jenny Wren&#8217;s house, to sing a roundelay.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">He met Cock and Hen, and bade the Cock declare,<br />
+This was his wedding-day with Jenny Wren the fair.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The Cock then blew his horn, to let the neighbors know,<br />
+This was Robin&#8217;s wedding-day, and they might see the show.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">And first came Parson Rook, with his spectacles and band;<br />
+And one of Mother Goose&#8217;s books, he held within his hand.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Then follow&#8217;d him the Lark, for he could sweetly sing,<br />
+And he was to be clerk at Cock Robin&#8217;s wedding.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">He sung of Robin&#8217;s love for little Jenny Wren;<br />
+And when he came unto the end, then he began again.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_005_b1.jpg" width="200" height="151" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The Bullfinch walk&#8217;d by Robin, and thus to him did say,<br />
+&ldquo;Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast, that Goldfinch dress&#8217;d so gay;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;What though her gay apparel becomes her very well;<br />
+Yet Jenny&#8217;s modest dress and look must bear away the bell!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Then came the Bride and Bridegroom; quite plainly was she dress&#8217;d,<br />
+And blush&#8217;d so much, her cheeks were as red as Robin&#8217;s breast.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_005_b2.jpg" width="200" height="183" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">But Robin cheer&#8217;d her up; &ldquo;My pretty Jen,&rdquo; said he,<br />
+&ldquo;We&#8217;re going to be married, and happy we shall be.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The Goldfinch came on next, to give away the Bride;<br />
+The Linnet, being bride&#8217;s-maid, walk&#8217;d by Jenny&#8217;s side.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">And as she was a-walking, said, &ldquo;Upon my word,<br />
+I think that your Cock Robin is a very pretty bird!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;And will you have her, Robin, to be your wedded wife?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Yes, I will,&rdquo; says Robin, &ldquo;and love her all my life.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg 6]</span></p>
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;And you will have him, Jenny, your husband now to be?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Yes, I will,&rdquo; says Jenny, &ldquo;and love him heartily.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The Blackbird and the Thrush, and charming Nightingale,<br />
+Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes through every grove and dale;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The Sparrow and Tom Tit, and many more, were there:<br />
+All came to see the wedding of Jenny Wren the fair.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_006_a1.jpg" width="200" height="158" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;Oh, then,&rdquo; says Parson Rook, &ldquo;who gives this maid away?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;I do,&rdquo; says the Goldfinch, &ldquo;and her fortune I will pay;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;Here&#8217;s a bag of grain of many sorts, and other things beside;<br />
+Now happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Then on her finger fair, Cock Robin put the ring;<br />
+&ldquo;You&#8217;re married now,&rdquo; says Parson Rook; while the Lark aloud did sing,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">&ldquo;Happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!<br />
+And may not man, nor bird, nor beast, this happy pair divide.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The birds were ask&#8217;d to dine; not Jenny&#8217;s friends alone,<br />
+But every pretty songster that had Cock Robin known.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">They had a cherry-pie, besides some currant-wine,<br />
+And every guest brought something, that sumptuous they might dine.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Now they all sat or stood, to eat and to drink;<br />
+And every one said what he happen&#8217;d to think.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_006_b1.jpg" width="200" height="176" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">They each took a bumper, and drank to the pair,<br />
+Cock Robin the Bridegroom, and Jenny the fair.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The dinner-things removed, they all began to sing;<br />
+And soon they made the place near a mile round to ring.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The concert it was fine; and every bird tried<br />
+Who best should sing for Robin, and Jenny Wren the Bride.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_006_b2.jpg" width="200" height="180" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">When, in came the Cuckoo, and made a great rout;<br />
+He caught hold of Jenny, and pull&#8217;d her about.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Cock Robin was angry, and so was the Sparrow,<br />
+Who fetch&#8217;d in a hurry his bow and his arrow.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">His aim then he took, but he took it not right;<br />
+His skill was not good, or he shot in a fright;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">For the Cuckoo he miss&#8217;d,&mdash;but Cock Robin he kill&#8217;d!<br />
+And all the birds mourn&#8217;d that his blood was so spill&#8217;d.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p8" id="p8">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;">
+<img src="images/img_007_a1.jpg" width="381" height="400" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">A carrion crow sat on an oak,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,</span><br />
+Watching a tailor shape his coat!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Wife, bring me my old beat bow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,</span><br />
+That I may shoot yon carrion crow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,</span><br />
+And shot the miller&#8217;s sow right through the heart;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,</span><br />
+For the old miller&#8217;s sow is in a swoon;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p9" id="p9"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_007_b1.jpg" width="200" height="194" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 5em;">What a pretty bunch of flowers<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Annie&#8217;s got</span><br />
+Did they grow in the meadows,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or in a flower-pot?</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_007_b2.jpg" width="200" height="190" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 6em;">They grew in the wood,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the deep, deep shade,</span><br />
+Where little Annie plucked them,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this nose-gay made.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p10" id="p10"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_007_b3.jpg" width="200" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-top: 6em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This goose got in the house,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He&#8217;d the courage of a mouse,</span><br />
+So he quacked, and he hissed at the kitten;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_007_b4.jpg" width="200" height="201" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-top: 7em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But as she stood at bay,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He quickly ran away;</span><br />
+Afraid of being scratched as well as bitten.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p11" id="p11">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_008_a1.jpg" width="300" height="231" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE ROBIN IN WINTER.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Little Robin, welcome here,<br />
+Welcome to my frugal cheer;<br />
+Winter chills thy mossy bed,<br />
+Come then daily, and be fed.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Little Robin, fear no harm,<br />
+Dread not here the least alarm;<br />
+All will share with you their bread,<br />
+Come then daily, and be fed.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Little Robin, let thy song<br />
+Now and then thy stay prolong;<br />
+We will give thee food instead,<br />
+Come then daily, and be fed.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p12" id="p12"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_008_a2.jpg" width="300" height="220" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>FOUR LITTLE BOYS.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Come, let us play,<br />
+Said Tommy Gay;<br />
+Well, then, What at<br />
+Said Simon Pratt;<br />
+At trap and ball,<br />
+Said Neddy Hall;<br />
+Well, so we will,<br />
+Said Billy Gill.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">For cakes I&#8217;ll play,<br />
+Said Tommy Gay;<br />
+I&#8217;m one for that,<br />
+Said Simon Pratt;<br />
+I&#8217;ll bring them all,<br />
+Said Neddy Hall;<br />
+And I&#8217;ll sit still,<br />
+Said Billy Gill.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -20.5em;">What a hot day,<br />
+Said Tommy Gay;<br />
+Then let us chat,<br />
+Said Simon Pratt;<br />
+On yonder hill,<br />
+Said Billy Gill;<br />
+Aye, one and all,<br />
+Said Neddy Hall.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em;">Come with me, pray,<br />
+Said Tommy Gay;<br />
+Trust me for that,<br />
+Said Simon Pratt;<br />
+They eat them all,<br />
+Gay, Pratt, and Hall;<br />
+And all were ill,<br />
+But Billy Gill.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p13" id="p13"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_008_b1.jpg" width="300" height="211" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>The Little Fish that would not do as it was bid.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Dear mother, said a little Fish,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray, is not that a fly?</span><br />
+I&#8217;m very hungry, and I wish<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You&#8217;d let me go and try.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Sweet innocent, the mother cried,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And started from her nook,</span><br />
+That horrid fly is put to hide<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sharpness of the hook!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Now, as I&#8217;ve heard, this little Trout<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was young and foolish too,</span><br />
+And so he thought he&#8217;d venture out,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see if it were true.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And round about the hook he played,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With many a longing look,</span><br />
+And, Dear me, to himself he said<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;m sure, that&#8217;s not a <em>hook</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I can but give one little pluck:<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let&#8217;s see; and so I will.</span><br />
+So on he went, and lo, it stuck<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quite through his little gill.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And as he faint and fainter grew,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With hollow voice he cried,</span><br />
+Dear mother, if I&#8217;d minded you,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I need not now have died.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p14" id="p14"></a></p>
+<h3>Thoughtless Julia.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 143px; margin-right: 8em; margin-top: -1em;">
+<img src="images/img_008_b2.jpg" width="143" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Julia did in the window stand;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mama then sitting by,</span><br />
+Saw her put out her little hand,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And try to catch a fly.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">O do not hurt the pretty thing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her prudent mother said;</span><br />
+Crush not its leg or feeble wing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So beautifully made.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p15" id="p15">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_009_a1.jpg" width="300" height="254" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>YOUNG SOLDIERS.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Hey, rub-a-dub, dub! here come the boys,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Soldiers all make way;</span><br />
+Young Robinet at their head is set<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All dressed as warrior gay.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">See how he swings his bright tin sword,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To his followers behind;</span><br />
+While from his cap a squirrel&#8217;s tail<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flies streaming in the wind.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is good fun, my merry boys,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see you I am glad;</span><br />
+But mind you, in reality,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">War is a business bad.&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Here&#8217;s old Ben Bolt, a soldier brave,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who lost his legs in war;</span><br />
+With crutch and cane, he hobbles &#8217;round<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shows you many a scar.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/img_009_a2.jpg" width="250" height="272" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">In scenes of fearful blood and strife,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah! many low are lain,</span><br />
+And many a young and gallant heart<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is numbered with the slain.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p16" id="p16"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_009_b1.jpg" width="300" height="219" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>LEARNING BY HEART.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">&#8217;Tis time that my baby should learn<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What so oft he has heard, to repeat,</span><br />
+So shall he some sugar-plums earn;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then let us begin, my Sweet.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">For baby is three years old,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And has senses and memory too,</span><br />
+A great many things he&#8217;s been told,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he can remember a few.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">He can tell me, I know, a few things,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the garden, the sky, and the weather;</span><br />
+That a bird has two legs and two wings,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he cannot say ten lines together.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Then let us, my baby, begin,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And try these few lines here to learn,</span><br />
+It will not be a difficult thing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then he&#8217;ll some sugar-plums earn.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p17" id="p17"></a></p>
+<h3>IMPROVEMENT.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Another story, Mother dear,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did young Maria say;</span><br />
+You read so nice, so loud and clear,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Another story, pray.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">I love that book, I do indeed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So take it up again;</span><br />
+I think I <em>see</em> the things you read,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You make it all so plain.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-top: -3em;">
+<img src="images/img_009_b2.jpg" width="200" height="249" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">What would I give to read like you,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why nothing comes amiss!</span><br />
+O, any thing I&#8217;ll gladly do,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you will teach me this.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Maria, then, must learn to spell,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If she would read like me;</span><br />
+She soon may learn to read as well;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O, that I will, said she.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p18" id="p18">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_010_a1.jpg" width="300" height="213" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE LITTLE COWARD.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;"><span style="margin-left: -1em;">Why here&#8217;s a foolish little man!</span><br />
+  Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And Cat and Dog, and Cow and Calf</span><br />
+  Come, ev&#8217;ry one of you and laugh!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;"><span style="margin-left: -1em;">For, only think, he runs away,</span><br />
+  If honest Donkey does but bray;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And when the Bull begins to bellow</span><br />
+  He&#8217;s like a crazy little fellow!</p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 16em;">Poor Brindle Cow can hardly pass<br />
+  Along the hedge to nip the grass,<br />
+  Or wag her tail to lash the flies,<br />
+  But off the little booby hies!</p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 16em;">And when old Tray comes running too,<br />
+  With bow, wow, wow, for how d&#8217;ye do,<br />
+  And means it all for civil play,<br />
+  &#8217;Tis sure to make him run away!</p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 16em;">But all the while you&#8217;re thinking, may be<br />
+  Ah! well, but this must be a baby.<br />
+  O, cat and dog, and cow and calf,<br />
+  I&#8217;m not surpris&#8217;d to see you laugh,<br />
+  He&#8217;s five years old, and almost half!</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p19" id="p19"></a></p>
+<h3>Idle Children.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Children who with idle habits<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the school-room haste away,</span><br />
+Wishing out of doors to ramble<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere they do their lessons say&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">They shall have no tasks or reading,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But they must to school be sent,</span><br />
+Because they are a bad life leading,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this shall be their punishment.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But those who quickly say their lessons,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By mama shall still be taught,</span><br />
+And afterwards, nice stories telling,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall hear the books papa has bought.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p20" id="p20"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_010_b1.jpg" width="300" height="210" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your little sister dear;</span><br />
+I must not have such things as this,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor noisy quarrels hear.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">What! little children scold and fight,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ought to be so mild;</span><br />
+O Mary, &#8217;tis a shocking sight<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see an angry child.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I can&#8217;t imagine, for my part,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The reason of your folly:</span><br />
+As if she did you any hurt,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By playing with your dolly!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">See, how the little tears do run<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fast from her watery eye;</span><br />
+Come, my sweet innocent, have done,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Twill do no good to cry.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Go, Mary, wipe her tears away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make it up with kisses;</span><br />
+And never turn a pretty play<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To such a pet as this is.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p21" id="p21"></a></p>
+<h3>A VERY GOOD BOY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Mama, my head (poor William said)<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So very badly aches,</span><br />
+Tell Brother there, I cannot bear<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tiresome noise he makes.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 163px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img_010_b2.jpg" width="163" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">I&#8217;m sure, said John, if I had known,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear Brother, you were ill,</span><br />
+I would have read, or drawn, instead,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And have remain&#8217;d quite still.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Good boys, said she, O ever be<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus kind to one another;</span><br />
+I am, my dear, much pleased to hear<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your answer to your Brother.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p22" id="p22">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_011_a1.jpg" width="300" height="230" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE PLUM CAKE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Let us buy,<br />
+Said Sally Fry;<br />
+Something nice,<br />
+Said Betsy Price;<br />
+What shall it be?<br />
+Said Kitty Lee;<br />
+A nice plum cake,<br />
+Said Lucy Wake.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">A piece for me,<br />
+Said Kitty Lee;<br />
+A slice I&#8217;ll take,<br />
+Said Lucy Wake;<br />
+Give me a slice,<br />
+Said Betsy Price;<br />
+All by-and-by,<br />
+Said Sally Fry.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -20.5em;">I&#8217;ll save some cake,<br />
+Said Lucy Wake;<br />
+And so will I,<br />
+Said Sally Fry;<br />
+Well, I&#8217;ll agree,<br />
+Said Kitty Lee;<br />
+&#8217;Twill do for twice,<br />
+Said Betsy Price.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em;">A piece with ice,<br />
+Said Betsy Price;<br />
+I&#8217;ll put some by,<br />
+Said Sally Fry;<br />
+The third for me,<br />
+Said Kitty Lee;<br />
+The fourth I&#8217;ll take<br />
+Said Lucy Wake.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p23" id="p23"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_011_a2.jpg" width="300" height="303" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE GIDDY GIRL.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Miss Helen was always too giddy to heed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What her mother had told her to shun;</span><br />
+For frequently, over the street in full speed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She would cross where the carriages run.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">And out she would go to a very deep well,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To look at the water below;</span><br />
+How naughty! to run to a dangerous well,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where her mother forbade her to go!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">One morning, intending to take but one peep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her foot slipt away from the ground;</span><br />
+Unhappy misfortune! the water was deep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And giddy Miss Helen was drown&#8217;d.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p24" id="p24"></a></p>
+<h3>THE FLOWER AND THE LITTLE MISS.</h3>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em;">About getting up.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 346px; margin-left: 20em;">
+<img src="images/img_011_b1.jpg" width="346" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -20em;">Pretty Flower, tell me why<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All your leaves do open wide,</span><br />
+Every morning, when on high<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The noble sun begins to ride?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is why, my lady fair,<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you would the reason know,</span><br />
+For betimes the pleasant air<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Very cheerfully doth blow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">And the birds on every tree<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing a merry, merry tune;</span><br />
+And the busy honey bee<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes to suck my sugar soon.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is all the reason why<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I my little leaves undo.</span><br />
+Little Miss, come wake and try,<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I have not told you true.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p25" id="p25"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_011_b2.jpg" width="300" height="194" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE KITE.</h3>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 11em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">John White</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flew his kite,</span><br />
+On a boisterous day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A gale</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Broke the tail,</span><br />
+And it soon flew away.</p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 11em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And while</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a stile,</span><br />
+He sat sighing and sad,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Charley Gray</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came that way,</span><br />
+A good natured lad.</p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -15.5em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Don&#8217;t cry;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wipe your eye,&rdquo;</span><br />
+Said he, &ldquo;little Jack;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stay here;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never fear,</span><br />
+And I&#8217;ll soon bring it back.&rdquo;</p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 24em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the stile,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a smile,</span><br />
+He presently brought<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The kite,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And John White</span><br />
+Thanked him much, as he ought.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p26" id="p26">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/img_012_a1.jpg" width="411" height="400" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Simple Simon met a pieman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Going to the fair.</span><br />
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Let me taste your ware.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Says the pieman to Simple Simon,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Show me first your penny.&rdquo;</span><br />
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Indeed, I have not any.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Simple Simon went a-fishing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to catch a whale;</span><br />
+All the water he had got,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was in his mother&#8217;s pail.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Simple Simon went to look<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If plums grew on a thistle,</span><br />
+He pricked his fingers very much,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which made poor Simon whistle.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to catch a hare;</span><br />
+He rode on a goat about the street,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But could not find one there.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">He went for water in a sieve<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But soon it all run through;</span><br />
+And now poor Simple Simon<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bids you all adieu!</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p27" id="p27"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_012_b1.jpg" width="300" height="242" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I had a little hobby horse,<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And it was dapple grey,</span><br />
+Its head was made of pea-straw,<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its tail was made of hay.</span><br />
+I sold it to an old woman<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For a copper groat;</span><br />
+And I&#8217;ll not sing my song again<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Without a new coat.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p28" id="p28"></a></p>
+
+      <p style="margin-left: 14em;"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">He that would thrive,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Must rise at five;</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">He that hath thriven,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">May lie till seven;</span><br />
+And he that by the plough would thrive,<br />
+Himself must either hold or drive.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p29" id="p29"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 174px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_012_b2.jpg" width="174" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">Tom, Tom, the piper&#8217;s son,<br />
+Stole a pig and away he run;<br />
+The pig was eat,<br />
+And Tom was beat,<br />
+And Tom ran crying down the street.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p30" id="p30"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bumpety bumpety bump,</span><br />
+With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Lumpety lumpety lump.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">A raven cried croak, and they all tumbled down<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bumpety bumpety bump;</span><br />
+The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Lumpety lumpety lump.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">The mischievous raven flew laughing away,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bumpety bumpety bump,</span><br />
+And vowed he would serve them the same next day,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Lumpety lumpety lump.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p31" id="p31">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_013_a1.jpg" width="300" height="221" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?<br />
+Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o&#8217; hearing.<br />
+Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?<br />
+Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p32" id="p32"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_013_a2.jpg" width="200" height="208" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">Little Tommy Tittlemouse<br />
+Lived in a little house;<br />
+He caught fishes<br />
+In other men&#8217;s ditches.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p33" id="p33"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_013_a3.jpg" width="200" height="199" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+   <p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 5em;"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Little Miss Muffett</span><br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She sat on a tuffett,</span><br />
+Eating of curds and whey;<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There came a little spider</span><br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who sat down beside her,</span><br />
+And frightened Miss Muffett away.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p34" id="p34"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,<br />
+Stick, stock, stone, dead,<br />
+Stick him up, stick him down,<br />
+Stick him in the old man&#8217;s crown.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p35" id="p35"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img_013_a4.jpg" width="200" height="217" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">Rain, rain,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go away,</span><br />
+Come again<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">April day;</span><br />
+Little Johnny<br />
+Wants to play.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p36" id="p36"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_013_b1.jpg" width="400" height="287" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Tom he was a Pi-per&#8217;s son,<br />
+He learned to play when he was young;<br />
+But all the tunes that he could play,<br />
+Was &ldquo;O-ver the hills and far away.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise,<br />
+That he pleas-ed both the girls and boys,<br />
+And they all stop-ped to hear him play,<br />
+&ldquo;O-ver the hills and far a-way.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,<br />
+That those who heard him could ne-ver stand still;<br />
+When-e-ver they heard him they be-gan to dance,<br />
+Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">He met old Dame Trott with a basket of eggs,<br />
+He u-sed his pipe and she u-sed her legs;<br />
+She danc-ed a-bout till the eggs were all broke,<br />
+She be-gan to fret, but he laugh-ed at the joke.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">He saw a cross fel-low was beat-ing an ass,<br />
+Hea-vy la-den with pots, pans, dish-es, and glass;<br />
+He took out his pipe and play-ed them a tune,<br />
+And the Jack-ass&#8217;s load was light-en-ed full soon.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_013_b2.jpg" width="300" height="147" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p37" id="p37">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_014_a1.jpg" width="300" height="215" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">I had a little dog, they called him Buff,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sent him to the shop for a three cents worth of snuff:</span><br />
+But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So take that cuff, and that&#8217;s enough.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p38" id="p38"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Molly, my sister, and I fell out,<br />
+And what do you think it was about?<br />
+She loved coffee, and I loved tea,<br />
+And that was the reason we couldn&#8217;t agree.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p39" id="p39"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Solomon Grundy,<br />
+Born on a Monday,<br />
+Christened on Tuesday,<br />
+Married on Wednesday,<br />
+Very ill on Thursday,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -6.5em;">Worse on Friday,<br />
+Died on Saturday,<br />
+Buried on Sunday,<br />
+This is the end<br />
+Of Solomon Grundy.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p40" id="p40"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_014_a2.jpg" width="200" height="134" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy,<br />
+Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;<br />
+He bought some at a grocer&#8217;s shop,<br />
+And out he came, hop-hop-hop.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p41" id="p41"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom&mdash;<br />
+Merry or sober, go to bed Tom.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p42" id="p42"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Mary had a pretty bird,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feathers bright and yellow,</span><br />
+Slender legs, upon my word<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a pretty fellow.</span><br />
+The sweetest notes he always sung,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which much delighted Mary,</span><br />
+And often where the cage was hung,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She stood to hear Canary.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p43" id="p43"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_014_b1.jpg" width="400" height="382" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn;<br />
+The sheep&#8217;s in the mea-dow, the cow&#8217;s in the corn.<br />
+Where&#8217;s the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?<br />
+He&#8217;s un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p44" id="p44"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_014_b2.jpg" width="200" height="229" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">I had a lit-tle po-ny;<br />
+They call-ed him dap-ple grey.<br />
+I lent him to a lady,<br />
+To ride a mile a-way.<br />
+She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,<br />
+She rode him through the mire;<br />
+I would not lend my po-ny now,<br />
+For all the lady&#8217;s hire.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p45" id="p45"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 119px; margin-right: 12em;">
+<img src="images/img_014_b3.jpg" width="119" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Pe-ter White<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will ne&#8217;er go right,</span><br />
+Would you know the rea-son why?<br />
+He fol-lows his nose,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wher-ever he goes,</span><br />
+And that stands all aw-ry.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p46" id="p46"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">See, see. What shall I see?<br />
+A horse&#8217;s head where his tail should be.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p47" id="p47">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 395px;">
+<img src="images/img_015_a1.jpg" width="395" height="400" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,<br />
+She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:<br />
+She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,<br />
+She brought it home in less than an hour,<br />
+She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,<br />
+She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p48" id="p48"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 151px; margin-left: 11em;">
+<img src="images/img_015_a2.jpg" width="151" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">Ride a cock horse<br />
+To Ban-bu-ry Cross,<br />
+To see lit-tle Jen-ny<br />
+Up-on a white horse.<br />
+Rings on her fin-gers,<br />
+Bells on her toes,<br />
+She shall have mu-sic<br />
+Wher-ever she goes.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p49" id="p49"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings;<br />
+Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings.<br />
+Mam-ma stood by, and cried, &ldquo;Oh, fie!<br />
+Why did you eat the dump-lings?&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p50" id="p50"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep.<br />
+She wades the wa-ter, deep, deep, deep;<br />
+She climbs the moun-tains, high, high, high.<br />
+Poor lit-tle thing! she has but one eye.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p51" id="p51"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 386px;">
+<img src="images/img_015_b1.jpg" width="386" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">1. This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 197px; margin-left: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img_015_b2.jpg" width="197" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">2. This lit-tle pig stay-ed at home.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 173px; margin-right: 2em; margin-top: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img_015_b3.jpg" width="173" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 6em; margin-left: 18em;">3. This lit-tle pig got roast beef.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 169px; margin-left: 2em; margin-top: 0em;">
+<img src="images/img_015_b4.jpg" width="169" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">4. This lit-tle pig got none.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 164px; margin-right: 2em; margin-top: 0em;">
+<img src="images/img_015_b5.jpg" width="164" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em; margin-left: 18em;">5. This lit-tle pig cried wee, wee,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">all the way home.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p52" id="p52"></a></p>
+
+      <p style="margin-left: 13em;"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">One misty, moisty morning,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">When cloudy was the weather,</span><br />
+I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.<br />
+He began to compliment, and I began to grin,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">How do you do, and how do you do?</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And how do you do again?</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p53" id="p53"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Father Short came down the lane,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! I&#8217;m obliged to hammer and smite</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From four in the morning till eight at night,</span><br />
+For a bad master and a worse dame.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p54" id="p54"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">There was an old woman had three sons,<br />
+Jeffery, Jemmy and John;<br />
+Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,<br />
+And Johnny was never more found:<br />
+So there was an end to these three sons,<br />
+Jeffery, Jemmy and John.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p55" id="p55"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Hink, minx! the old witch winks,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fat begins to fry:</span><br />
+There&#8217;s nobody at home but jumping Joan,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father, mother, and I.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p56" id="p56">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_016_a1.jpg" width="400" height="292" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">What, climb on the back of a chair!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Henry, how can you do so?</span><br />
+Sometime, if you do not take care,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You will get a most terrible throw.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Suppose grand-mama had got up,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray what had become of you then?</span><br />
+Indeed, my dear Henry, I hope<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You never will do so again.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Your poor little teeth may be broke,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or your face get some terrible bruise,</span><br />
+Indeed, and indeed, &#8217;tis no joke,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you must not do just as you choose.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For suppose there&#8217;s no danger at all,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Tis your duty to mind what I say;</span><br />
+So I&#8217;ll punish you, Henry, next time,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You <em>dare</em> my commands disobey.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p57" id="p57"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_016_a2.jpg" width="300" height="186" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE SQUIRREL.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">&ldquo;The Squirrel is happy, the Squirrel is gay,&rdquo;<br />
+Little Mary once said to her brother;<br />
+&ldquo;He has nothing to do, or think of but play,<br />
+And to jump from one bough to another.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">The Squirrel, dear Mary, is merry and wise,<br />
+For true wisdom and joy go together;<br />
+He lays up in Summer his Winter supplies,<br />
+And then he don&#8217;t mind the cold weather.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p58" id="p58"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_016_b1.jpg" width="400" height="291" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE SHEEP.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Lazy Sheep, pray tell me why<br />
+In the pleasant fields you lie,<br />
+Eating grass and daisies white,<br />
+From the morning till the night?<br />
+Every thing can something do,<br />
+But what kind of use are you?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Nay, my little master, nay,<br />
+Do not serve me so, I pray;<br />
+Don&#8217;t you see the wool that grows<br />
+On my back, to make your clothes?<br />
+Cold, and very cold you&#8217;d get,<br />
+If I did not give you it.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">True, it seems a pleasant thing<br />
+To nip the daisies in the spring,<br />
+But many chilly nights I pass<br />
+On the cold and dewy grass,<br />
+Or pick a scanty dinner where<br />
+All the common&#8217;s brown and bare.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Then the farmer comes at last,<br />
+When the merry spring is past,<br />
+And cuts my woolly coat away,<br />
+To warm you in the winter&#8217;s day;<br />
+Little master, this is why<br />
+In the pleasant fields I lie.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p59" id="p59"></a></p>
+<h3>A PRESENT FOR ALFRED.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 158px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_016_b2.jpg" width="158" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 4em;">Dear Alfred, I&#8217;ve a gift for you,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A present from your Aunt;</span><br />
+A prayer-book. Can you read it through?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said Alfred&mdash;No, I can&#8217;t.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">But if I teach you, will you try<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To learn, and sit quite still?</span><br />
+And with your utmost power apply?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said Alfred&mdash;Yes, I will.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p60" id="p60">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_017_a1.jpg" width="400" height="278" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE FAIRING.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Oh dear! what a beautiful Doll<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My sister has bought at the fair!</span><br />
+She says I must call it &ldquo;Miss Poll,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make it a bonnet to wear.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">O pretty new Doll! it looks fine;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its cheeks are all cover&#8217;d with red;</span><br />
+But, pray, will it always be mine?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, pray, may I take it to bed?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">How kind was my sister to buy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This Dolly, with hair that will curl!</span><br />
+Perhaps, if you want to know why,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;ll tell you I&#8217;ve been a good girl.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p61" id="p61"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_017_a2.jpg" width="400" height="297" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE GOOD BOY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">When Philip&#8217;s good mama was ill,<br />
+The servant begg&#8217;d he would be still.<br />
+Because the doctor and the nurse<br />
+Had said that noise would make her worse.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">At night, when Philip went to bed,<br />
+He kiss&#8217;d mama, and whisp&#8217;ring said,<br />
+&ldquo;My dear mama, I never will<br />
+Make any noise when you are ill.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p62" id="p62"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_017_b1.jpg" width="400" height="278" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>MISS SOPHIA.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Miss Sophy, one fine sunny day,<br />
+Left her work and ran away:<br />
+When soon she reach&#8217;d the garden gate,<br />
+Which finding lock&#8217;d, she would not wait,<br />
+But tried to climb and scramble o&#8217;er<br />
+A gate as high as any door.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Now little girls should never climb,<br />
+And Sophy won&#8217;t another time,<br />
+For when upon the highest rail<br />
+Her frock was caught upon a nail,<br />
+She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,<br />
+Was hurt and bruis&#8217;d&mdash;for down she fell.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p63" id="p63"></a></p>
+
+<h3>PRETTY PUSS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 188px; margin-right: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_017_b2.jpg" width="188" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em; margin-top: 4em;">Come, pretty Cat!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come here to me!</span><br />
+I want to pat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You on my knee.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Go, naughty Tray!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By barking thus,</span><br />
+You&#8217;ll drive away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My pretty Puss.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p64" id="p64"></a></p>
+<h3>POLITENESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 174px; margin-left: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_017_b3.jpg" width="174" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">Good little boys should never say,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><em>I will</em>, and, <em>Give me these</em>;</span><br />
+O no! that never is the way,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, <em>Mother, if you please</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p>And, <em>if you please</em>, to sister Ann,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good boys to say are ready;</span><br />
+And, <em>Yes, Sir</em>, to a gentleman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, <em>Yes, Ma&#8217;am</em>, to a lady.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p65" id="p65">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_018_a1.jpg" width="400" height="284" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Mama, how happy I can be,<br />
+Whilst sitting face to face with thee,<br />
+I hear you gently speak, and see<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Your needle quickly fly!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">&#8217;Tis then you teach my little heart<br />
+That virtue is the fairest part,<br />
+And thinking on how good thou art,<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">To be as good I try.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Then speaking of God&#8217;s awful power,<br />
+His care and kindness every hour,<br />
+I learn to love and to adore<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">This Father in the sky.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">And, taught no bad or idle ways,<br />
+I try to gain your love and praise,<br />
+And wonder whilst on you I gaze,<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Why any fear to die.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Since God&#8217;s indulgent care is shown,<br />
+In calling each good child his own,<br />
+We&#8217;ll happy be before his throne,<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">When called up on high.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">And there, mama, may I and you<br />
+Love God&#8217;s commands as here we do,<br />
+And love each other ever too,<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Together in the sky.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_018_a2.jpg" width="300" height="203" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p66" id="p66"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_018_b1.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>A FINE THING.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Who am I, with noble face,<br />
+Shining in a clear blue place?<br />
+If to look at me you try,<br />
+I shall blind your little eye.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">When my noble face I show<br />
+Over yonder mountain blue,<br />
+All the clouds away do ride,<br />
+And the dusky night beside.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Then the clear wet dews I dry,<br />
+With the look of my bright eye;<br />
+And the little birds awake,<br />
+Many a merry tune to make.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Cowslips then, and harebells blue,<br />
+And lily-cups their lips undo,<br />
+For they shut themselves up tight,<br />
+All the dark and foggy night.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Then the busy people go,<br />
+Every one his work unto;<br />
+Little girl, when your&#8217;s is done,<br />
+Guess if I am not the Sun.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p67" id="p67"></a></p>
+<h3>SLEEPY TOM.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 155px; margin-right: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_018_b2.jpg" width="155" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Get up, little boy,<br />
+You are sleeping too long;<br />
+Your brother is dressed,<br />
+He is singing a song,<br />
+And Tom must be wakened,<br />
+           <span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, fie!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Come, open the curtains,<br />
+And let in the light;<br />
+For children should only<br />
+Be sleepy at night,<br />
+When stars may be seen<br />
+           <span style="margin-left: 5em;">In the sky.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p68" id="p68">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_019_a1.jpg" width="400" height="298" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>SANDY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Wee Sandy in the corner,<br />
+Sits crying on a stool;<br />
+And deep the laddie rues<br />
+Playing truant from the school.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">So you&#8217;ll learn from silly Sandy,<br />
+He&#8217;s gotten such a fright;<br />
+To do nothing through the day,<br />
+That may cause you tears at night.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Those who will not be advised,<br />
+Are sure to rue ere long;<br />
+And many pains it costs them<br />
+To do the thing that&#8217;s wrong.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p69" id="p69"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_019_a2.jpg" width="400" height="287" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE CARE OF BIRDS.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Who gave the bird its feathers bright,<br />
+Its pretty breast to warm;<br />
+In winter&#8217;s cold to keep it quite<br />
+Preserved from every harm?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Who taught the bird to build its nest<br />
+Of wool, and hay, and moss;<br />
+Who taught it how to weave it best,<br />
+And lay the twigs across?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">&#8217;Twas God who taught it all the way,<br />
+And gave it power and skill;<br />
+And teaches children when they pray,<br />
+To do His holy will.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p70" id="p70"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_019_b1.jpg" width="400" height="283" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>WILLIE WINKIE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">Hey! Willie Winkie,<br />
+Are you coming then?<br />
+The cat&#8217;s singing gay tunes<br />
+To the sleeping hen.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">The dog is lying on the floor,<br />
+And does not even peep;<br />
+But here&#8217;s a wakeful laddie,<br />
+That will not fall asleep.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">Anything but sleep, you rogue,<br />
+Glowing like the moon;<br />
+Rattling in a stone jug,<br />
+With an iron spoon.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -16.5em;">Rumbling, tumbling all about<br />
+Crowing like a cock;<br />
+Screaming like I don&#8217;t know what<br />
+Waking sleeping folks.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em;">Hey! Willie Winkie!<br />
+Can&#8217;t you keep him still,<br />
+Wriggling off a body&#8217;s knee<br />
+Like a very eel.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em;">That has with sleep a battle,<br />
+Before he&#8217;s done with play,<br />
+A wee, wee, dumpy, toddling lad<br />
+That runs the livelong day.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p71" id="p71"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_019_b2.jpg" width="400" height="287" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Where&#8217;s Susan, and Kitty, and Jane?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where&#8217;s Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?</span><br />
+O, there they are down in the lane;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go, Betty, and bring them all back.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">But Billy is rude and won&#8217;t come,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Sammy is running too fast;</span><br />
+Come, dear little children come home,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Billy is coming at last.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">I&#8217;m glad he remembers what&#8217;s right,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For though he likes sliding on ice,</span><br />
+He should not be long out of sight,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never want sending for twice.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p72" id="p72">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_020_a1.jpg" width="400" height="284" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>DOG POMPEY.</h3>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Come hither little Dog to play,<br />
+And do not go so far away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But stand and beg for food;</span><br />
+And if your tail I chance to touch,<br />
+You must not snarl so very much,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray Pompey don&#8217;t be rude.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The Dog can eat and drink and sleep,<br />
+And help to bring the Cows and Sheep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O, hear how Pompey barks:</span><br />
+Hark! hark! he says, &ldquo;Bow Wow! bow wow!&rdquo;<br />
+Then run away good Pompey now,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You&#8217;ll tire us with your noise.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p73" id="p73"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_020_a2.jpg" width="400" height="290" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>MISS PEGGY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake,<br />
+Which her mother had said she was going to make,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A gentleman knock&#8217;d at the door!</span><br />
+He enter&#8217;d the parlor and show&#8217;d much surprise,<br />
+That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he never had heard her before.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Miss Peggy asham&#8217;d, and to hide her disgrace,<br />
+Took hold of her frock, and quite cover&#8217;d her face,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For she knew she was naughty just then</span><br />
+And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,<br />
+She promis&#8217;d her mother to make no more noise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kiss&#8217;d her again and again.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p74" id="p74"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_020_b1.jpg" width="400" height="278" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE BIRD.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Look, what a pretty Bird I&#8217;ve got!<br />
+In yonder island field &#8217;twas caught;<br />
+Just see its breast and painted wings,<br />
+And listen, John, how sweet it sings.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Do let me keep it, I&#8217;ll engage<br />
+To mind it safely in this cage;<br />
+And not a moment will I ask<br />
+To idle from my school or task.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I&#8217;ll feed you well, my pretty Bird,<br />
+With worms and crumbs of bread and seed,<br />
+And no ill-natured cat is here<br />
+To fill your little breast with fear.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Said kind Mama, O do not so,<br />
+But haste, Maria, let it go<br />
+And then among the feathered throng,<br />
+&#8217;Twill treat you with its pretty song.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p75" id="p75"></a></p>
+
+<h3>THE SETTING SUN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Papa, the Sun is setting now<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I see him in the west,</span><br />
+And all this weary world below<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">May now retire to rest:</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Whilst in those countries far beyond,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The day begins to break,</span><br />
+A many a child, and many a bird,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth now begin to wake.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 149px; margin-right: 8em; margin-top: -1em;">
+<img src="images/img_020_b2.jpg" width="149" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">And when the morning dawns again,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Sun comes to our east,</span><br />
+Then evening will begin with them,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <em>they</em> to bed will haste.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">How very good of God it is,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make the Sun to go</span><br />
+About this great round world of ours,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To light each country so.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p76" id="p76">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_021_a1.jpg" width="400" height="290" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>GOOD MAMA.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Love, come and sit upon my knee,<br />
+And give me kisses, one, two, three,<br />
+And tell me whether you love me,<br />
+                          <span style="margin-left: 11em;">My baby.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For this I&#8217;m sure, that I love you,<br />
+And many, many things I do,<br />
+And all day long I sit and sew<br />
+                          <span style="margin-left: 11em;">For baby.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And then at night I lay awake,<br />
+Thinking of things that I can make,<br />
+And trouble that I mean to take<br />
+                          <span style="margin-left: 11em;">For baby.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And when you&#8217;re good and do not cry<br />
+Nor into wicked passion fly,<br />
+You can&#8217;t think how papa and I<br />
+                          <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Love baby.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But, if my little girl should grow<br />
+To be a naughty child, I know<br />
+&#8217;Twould grieve mama to serve her so,<br />
+                          <span style="margin-left: 11em;">My baby.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And when you saw me pale and thin,<br />
+By grieving for my baby&#8217;s sin,<br />
+I think, you&#8217;d wish that you had been<br />
+                          <span style="margin-left: 11em;">A better baby.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p77" id="p77"></a></p>
+<h3>Good Little Fred.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 175px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_021_a2.jpg" width="175" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">When little Fred was call&#8217;d to bed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He always acted right;</span><br />
+He kiss&#8217;d Mama, and then Papa,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wish&#8217;d them both good night.</span></p>
+
+<p>He made no noise, like naughty boys<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But quietly up stairs</span><br />
+Directly went, when he was sent,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And always said his prayers.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p78" id="p78"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_021_b1.jpg" width="400" height="301" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE DIZZY GIRL.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">As Frances was playing, and turning around,<br />
+Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Twas well that she was not much hurt:</span><br />
+But, O what a pity! her frock was so soiled,<br />
+That had you beheld the unfortunate child,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You had seen her all covered with dirt.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Her mother was sorry, and said, Do not cry,<br />
+And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you&#8217;ll promise to turn round no more.</span><br />
+What, not in the parlor? the little girl said:<br />
+No, not in the parlor; for lately I read,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a girl who was hurt with the door.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">She was playing and turning, until her poor head<br />
+Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I heard Dr. Camomile tell,</span><br />
+That he put on a plaster, and covered it up,<br />
+Then he gave her some tea, that was bitter to sup,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or perhaps it had never been well.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p79" id="p79"></a></p>
+
+<h3>NEAT LITTLE CLARA.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Little Clara, come away,<br />
+Little Clara, come and play;<br />
+Leave your work, Maria&#8217;s here,<br />
+So come and play with me, my dear.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I will come, and very soon,<br />
+For I always play at noon,<br />
+But must put my work away,<br />
+Ere with you I come and play.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 194px; margin-right: 7em; margin-top: -1em;">
+<img src="images/img_021_b2.jpg" width="194" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">First my bodkin I must place<br />
+With my needle in their case;<br />
+I like to put them by with care<br />
+And then I always find them there.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">There&#8217;s my cotton, there&#8217;s my thread,<br />
+Thimble in its little bed;<br />
+All is safe&mdash;my box I lock,<br />
+Now I come&mdash;&#8217;tis twelve o&#8217;clock.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p80" id="p80">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_022_a1.jpg" width="400" height="313" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>HINTY, MINTY.</h3>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 14em;">Hinty, Minty, Irish maid,<br />
+    Picks roses sweet in briar&#8217;s shade;<br />
+    On higher briar, by the rock,<br />
+    Are ten Sparrows in a flock,<br />
+    That sit and sing<br />
+    By cooling spring,<br />
+    When shoot one! shoot two!<br />
+    Comes sportsman Tom in jacket blue.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;"><span style="margin-left: -2em;">O, U, T&mdash;out!&mdash;away they go on nimble wings,</span><br />
+    Over the hills,<br />
+    And through the dells,<br />
+    Where Minty dwells,<br />
+    With many pretty things.<br />
+    Yet strike one! strike two!<br />
+    From out the flock, eight only flew,<br />
+    And two are now but game.</p>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 14em;">O, cruel Tom, let birdies be,<br />
+    And blithely sing from bush and tree.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p81" id="p81"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_022_a2.jpg" width="400" height="197" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Come here, my bonnie,<br />
+Come here to me;<br />
+Rosy cheeked apples<br />
+You shall have three&mdash;<br />
+All full of honey,<br />
+They dropped from the tree,<br />
+Like your bonny self&mdash;<br />
+All the sweeter that they&#8217;re wee.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p82" id="p82"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_022_b1.jpg" width="400" height="284" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>CARELESS MARIA.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Maria was a careless child,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And grieved her friends by this:</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where&#8217;er she went,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her clothes were rent,</span><br />
+Her hat and bonnet spoiled,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A careless little miss.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Her gloves and mits were often lost,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her tippet sadly soiled;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">You might have seen</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where she had been,</span><br />
+For toys all round were tossed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O what a careless child.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">One day her uncle bought a toy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That round and round would twirl,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">But when he found</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The littered ground,</span><br />
+He said, I don&#8217;t tee-totums buy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For such a careless girl.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p83" id="p83"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_022_b2.jpg" width="400" height="272" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE PARROT.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries,<br />
+Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And calls aloud for sack.</span><br />
+She next instructs him in the kiss,<br />
+&#8217;Tis now a little one, like Miss,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now a hearty smack!</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p84" id="p84">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_023_a1.jpg" width="400" height="272" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>WHY EMMA IS LOVED.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Little Mary call&#8217;d Emma, who was just skipping by,<br />
+And she said, little cousin, can you tell me why<br />
+You are loved so much better by people than I?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">My face is as clean, and my hair shines like gold,<br />
+And my walk and my dress are as nice to behold,<br />
+Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Ah, Mary, she said, this is all very true,<br />
+But if half as much mischief were I to do,<br />
+Indeed people would love me no better than you.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Your face <em>is</em> as clean, and your hair is as bright,<br />
+Your frock is as tidy, your hands are as white,<br />
+But there&#8217;s one thing, dear Mary&mdash;you seldom do right.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">If Mama bids less noise to be made when we play,<br />
+Or desires you be still whilst your lessons you say,<br />
+You never do try these commands to obey.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">And when people are talking, you never care how<br />
+You interrupt what they&#8217;re saying, which is ill-bred, you know,<br />
+And papa has so oft bid us not to do so.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">You take grand-mama&#8217;s pies, you climb on her chair,<br />
+You lay hold of the gowns as you go up the stair,<br />
+And you gather the flowers that on the beds are.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Now I am no taller, nor bigger, you see,<br />
+Yet nobody here is angry with me,<br />
+Because I have learnt so obedient to be.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">I mind what mama says, whatever it is,<br />
+And when people are busy take care not to tease,<br />
+But endeavor, as much as I&#8217;m able, to please.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Then said Mary to Emma, O now do I see<br />
+Why you are more loved, and more happy than me;<br />
+And we&#8217;re like mama&#8217;s tale of the Wasp and the Bee.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">I remember it said, little children beware,<br />
+Because like the Wasp if you ill behaved are,<br />
+You will never be loved, if you&#8217;re ever so fair.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p85" id="p85"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_023_b1.jpg" width="300" height="238" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE GOOD SCHOLAR.</h3>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 17em;">Joseph West had been told,<br />
+    That if, when he grew old,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">He had not learnt rightly to spell,</span><br />
+    Though his writings were good,<br />
+    &#8217;Twould be not understood:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">And Joe said, I will learn my task well.</span></p>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 17em;">And he made it a rule<br />
+    To be silent at school,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">And what do you think came to pass?</span><br />
+    Why he learnt it so fast,<br />
+    That from being the last,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">He soon was the first in the class.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p86" id="p86"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_023_b2.jpg" width="400" height="290" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>NAUGHTY SAM.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Tom and Charles once took a walk,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see a pretty lamb;</span><br />
+And, as they went, began to talk<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of little naughty Sam.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Who beat his youngest brother, Bill,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And threw him in the dirt;</span><br />
+And when his poor mama was ill,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He teas&#8217;d her for a squirt.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And I, said Tom, won&#8217;t play with Sam<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although he has a top:</span><br />
+But here the pretty little lamb<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To talking put a stop.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p87" id="p87">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 140px; margin-left: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_024_a1.jpg" width="140" height="220" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Two legs sat upon three legs,<br />
+With one leg in his lap;<br />
+In comes four legs,<br />
+And runs away with one leg;<br />
+Up jumps two legs,<br />
+Catches up three legs,<br />
+Throws it after four legs,<br />
+And makes him bring one leg back.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p88" id="p88"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_024_a2.jpg" width="200" height="133" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">As I was going up primrose Hill<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Primrose Hill was dirty;</span><br />
+There I met a pretty Miss,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she dropped me a curtsy.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -5.5em;">Little Miss, pretty Miss,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blessings light upon you,</span><br />
+If I had half a crown a day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;d spend it all upon you.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p89" id="p89"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_024_a3.jpg" width="200" height="194" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">There was an old man of Tobago,<br />
+Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till, much to his bliss,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">His physician said this,</span><br />
+To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p90" id="p90"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 157px; margin-right: 11em;">
+<img src="images/img_024_a4.jpg" width="157" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Pease pudding hot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pease pudding cold,</span><br />
+Pease pudding in the pot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nine days old.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Some like it hot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some like it cold,</span><br />
+Some like it in the pot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nine days old.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p91" id="p91"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_024_b1.jpg" width="400" height="277" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">When I was a ba-che-lor, I liv-ed by my-self.<br />
+And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;<br />
+The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,<br />
+That I went to Lon-don, to get my-self a wife.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so nar-row,<br />
+I could not get my wife home with-out a wheel-bar-row.<br />
+The wheel-bar-row broke, my wife got a fall,<br />
+Down tum-bled wheel-bar-row, lit-tle wife, and all.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p92" id="p92"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_024_b2.jpg" width="400" height="288" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,<br />
+Home again, home again, jiggety jig.<br />
+To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,<br />
+Home again, home again, jiggety jog.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p93" id="p93"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ever thou mean to thrive.</span><br />
+Nay, I&#8217;ll not give my fiddle<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To any man alive.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">If I should give my fiddle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They&#8217;ll think that I&#8217;m gone mad;</span><br />
+For many a joyful day<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My fiddle and I have had.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p94" id="p94">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_025_a1.jpg" width="400" height="405" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 15em;"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Old King Cole,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was a merry old soul,</span><br />
+And a merry old soul was he,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he called for his pipe,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he called for his glass,</span><br />
+And he called for his fiddlers three.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And a very fine fiddle had he;</span><br />
+&ldquo;Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,&rdquo; said the fiddlers,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;Oh there&#8217;s none so rare</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;As can compare</span><br />
+&ldquo;With King Cole and his fiddlers three.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p95" id="p95"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_025_a2.jpg" width="200" height="187" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">High diddle doubt, my candle&#8217;s out,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little maid is not at home;</span><br />
+Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fetch my little maid home.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p96" id="p96"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_025_b1.jpg" width="400" height="260" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Bat, bat, come under my hat,<br />
+And I&#8217;ll give you a slice of bacon,<br />
+And when I bake I&#8217;ll give you a cake,<br />
+If I am not mistaken.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p97" id="p97"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I&#8217;ll tell you story,<br />
+About John-a-Nory:<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now my story&#8217;s begun.</span><br />
+I&#8217;ll tell you another,<br />
+About Jack and his brother,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now my story&#8217;s done.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p98" id="p98"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 190px; margin-right: 8em; margin-top: -1em;">
+<img src="images/img_025_b2.jpg" width="190" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">My little old man and I fell out,<br />
+I&#8217;ll tell you what &#8217;twas all about,<br />
+I had money and he had none,<br />
+And that&#8217;s the way the noise begun.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p99" id="p99"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_025_b3.jpg" width="200" height="191" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-top: 5em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Tommy Grace</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had a pain in his face,</span><br />
+So bad that he could not learn a letter;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 191px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_025_b4.jpg" width="191" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 10em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When in came Dicky Long,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Singing such a funny song,</span><br />
+That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p100" id="p100">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_026_a1.jpg" width="400" height="402" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?<br />
+In walks a lit-tle dog-gy, Pus-sy, are you there?</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p101" id="p101"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er.<br />
+I&#8217;ll not change my wife for gold or sill-er.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p102" id="p102"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_026_a2.jpg" width="300" height="158" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile,<br />
+And he found a crook-ed six-pence a-gainst a crook-ed stile;<br />
+He bought a crook-ed cat, which caught a crook-ed mouse,<br />
+And they all liv-ed to-ge-ther in a lit-tle crook-ed house.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p103" id="p103"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown,<br />
+The Li-on beat the U-ni-corn all round a-bout the town.<br />
+Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,<br />
+Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p104" id="p104"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T&#8217;s<br />
+To tie two Tups to two tall trees,<br />
+To fright-en the ter-ri-ble Thomas a Tat-ta-mus.<br />
+Tell me how many T&#8217;s there are in all THAT.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p105" id="p105"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_026_b1.jpg" width="300" height="214" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">A little boy went into a barn,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lay down on some hay;</span><br />
+An owl came out and flew about,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the little boy ran away.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p106" id="p106"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">If all the world were water,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the water were ink,</span><br />
+What should we do for bread and cheese?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What should we do for drink?</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p107" id="p107"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img_026_b2.jpg" width="200" height="191" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">Jack be nimble,<br />
+Jack be quick,<br />
+And Jack jump over the candlestick.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p108" id="p108"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?<br />
+Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine;<br />
+But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam,<br />
+And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p109" id="p109"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep,<br />
+They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street;<br />
+In and out, in and out, o-ver the way,<br />
+Oh! says John-ny, &#8217;tis Chop-nose Day.</p>
+
+
+<p><a name="p110" id="p110"></a></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_026_b3.jpg" width="300" height="247" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -17em; margin-bottom: 10em;">Is John Smith with-in?<br />
+Yes, that he is.<br />
+Can he set a shoe?<br />
+Aye, mar-ry, two.<br />
+Here a nail, there a nail,<br />
+Tick, tack, too.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p111" id="p111">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/img_027_a1.jpg" width="450" height="378" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Old Mother Goose,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she wanted to wander,</span><br />
+Would ride through the air<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a very fine gander.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Mother Goose had a house,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Twas built in a wood,</span><br />
+Where an owl at the door<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For sentinel stood.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">This is her son Jack,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A smart-looking lad;</span><br />
+He is not very good,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yet very bad.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">She sent him to market,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A live goose he bought.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Here, mother,&rdquo; says he,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;It will not go for nought.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jack&#8217;s goose and her gander<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grew very fond,</span><br />
+They&#8217;d both eat together,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or swim in one pond.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jack found one morning,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I have been told,</span><br />
+His goose had laid him<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">An egg of pure gold.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jack rode to his mother,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The news for to tell;</span><br />
+She call&#8217;d him a good boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said it was well.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jack sold his gold egg<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a rogue of a Jew,</span><br />
+Who cheated him out of<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The half of his due.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Then Jack went a-courting<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lady so gay,</span><br />
+As fair as the Lily,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweet as the May.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">The Jew and the Squire<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came close at his back,</span><br />
+And began to belabor<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sides of poor Jack.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">And then the gold egg<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was thrown into the sea,</span><br />
+But Jack he jump&#8217;d in,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And got it back presently.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">The Jew got the goose,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which he vow&#8217;d he&#8217;d kill,</span><br />
+Resolving at once<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His pockets to fill.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_027_b1.jpg" width="300" height="228" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jack&#8217;s mother came in,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And caught the goose soon,</span><br />
+And, mounting its back,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flew up to the moon.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p112" id="p112"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">One, two, buckle my shoe;<br />
+Three, four, open the door;<br />
+Five, six, pick up sticks;<br />
+Seven, eight, lay them straight;<br />
+Nine, ten, a good fat hen.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p113" id="p113"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_027_b2.jpg" width="300" height="197" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Jack Sprat could eat no fat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His wife could eat no lean;</span><br />
+And so betwixt them both, you see,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They licked the platter clean.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p114" id="p114"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">See a pin and pick it up,<br />
+All the day you&#8217;ll have good luck.<br />
+See a pin and let it lay,<br />
+Bad luck you&#8217;ll have all the day.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p115" id="p115"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 167px; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img_027_b3.jpg" width="167" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">Leg over leg,<br />
+As the dog went to Dover,<br />
+When he came to a stile<br />
+Jump he went over.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p116" id="p116">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_028_a1.jpg" width="400" height="404" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe,<br />
+She had so ma-ny chil-dren, she didn&#8217;t know what to do;<br />
+She gave them some broth, with-out any bread,<br />
+She whip-ped them all round, and sent them to bed.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p117" id="p117"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 126px; margin-right: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img_028_a2.jpg" width="126" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: 4em;">There was an old woman<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived under a hill,</span><br />
+And if she&#8217;s not gone<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lives there still.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p118" id="p118"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">We are all in the dumps,<br />
+For diamonds are trumps,<br />
+The kittens are gone to St. Paul&#8217;s;<br />
+The babies are bit,<br />
+The moon&#8217;s in a fit,<br />
+And the houses are built without walls.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p119" id="p119"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 136px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_028_a3.jpg" width="136" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,<br />
+One a penny, two a penny,<br />
+Hot cross buns.<br />
+If your daughters don&#8217;t like them,<br />
+Give them to your sons,<br />
+One a penny, two a penny,<br />
+Hot cross buns.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p120" id="p120"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw,<br />
+Jen-ny shall have a new mas-ter;<br />
+She shall have but a pen-ny a day,<br />
+Be-cause she can&#8217;t work any fast-er.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_028_b1.jpg" width="400" height="259" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p121" id="p121"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men,<br />
+They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;<br />
+Then up starts Ro-bin and looks in the sky,<br />
+&ldquo;Oh; bro-ther Rich-ard, the sun&#8217;s very high!<br />
+You go on with the bot-tle and bag,<br />
+And I&#8217;ll come af-ter with jol-ly Jack Nag.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p122" id="p122"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 153px; margin-right: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_028_b2.jpg" width="153" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em; margin-top: 4em;">Little Nancy Etticote,<br />
+In a white petticoat,<br />
+With a red nose;<br />
+The longer she stands,<br />
+The shorter she grows.</p>
+
+    <p><span class="smcap" style="margin-left: 15em;">[a candle.]</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p123" id="p123"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">See saw, sacradown, sacradown,<br />
+Which is the way to Boston town?<br />
+One foot up, the other foot down,<br />
+That is the way to Boston town.<br />
+Boston town&#8217;s changed into a city,<br />
+But I&#8217;ve no room to change my ditty.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p124" id="p124"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">There was a Piper had a Cow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he had naught to give her,</span><br />
+He pull&#8217;d out his pipes and play&#8217;d her a tune,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bade the cow consider.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">The cow considered very well,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave the piper a penny,</span><br />
+And bade him play the other tune,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Corn rigs are bonny.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p125" id="p125">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_029_a1.jpg" width="400" height="276" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye,<br />
+Four and twen-ty Black-birds baked in a Pie;<br />
+When the Pie was o-pen-ed, the Birds be-gan to sing;<br />
+Was not that a dain-ty dish to set before a King?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">The King was in the Count-ing-house, count-ing out his mo-ney;<br />
+The Queen was in the Par-lour, eat-ing bread and ho-ney;<br />
+The Maid was in the Gar-den, hang-ing out the clothes.<br />
+By came a Black-bird, and snap-ped off her nose.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p126" id="p126"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 206px; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img_029_a2.jpg" width="206" height="300" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>A diller, a dollar,<br />
+A ten o&#8217;clock scholar,<br />
+What makes you come so soon?<br />
+You used to come at ten o&#8217;clock,<br />
+But now you come at noon.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p127" id="p127"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Bye, baby bumpkin,<br />
+Where&#8217;s Tony Lumpkin?<br />
+My lady&#8217;s on her death-bed,<br />
+With eating half a pumpkin.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p128" id="p128"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">As I was going to sell my eggs,<br />
+I met a man with bandy legs,<br />
+Bandy legs and crooked toes,<br />
+I tripp&#8217;d up his heels and he fell on his nose.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p129" id="p129"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop;<br />
+So I cried, little bird, will you stop, stop, stop?<br />
+And was going to the window to say how do you do?<br />
+But he shook his little tail, and far away he flew.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p130" id="p130"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_029_b1.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?<br />
+I will go with you, if I may.<br />
+I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,<br />
+I am going to see them make the hay.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p131" id="p131"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail,<br />
+Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;<br />
+Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a bridle,<br />
+With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p132" id="p132"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Ding, dong, darrow,<br />
+The cat and the sparrow,<br />
+The little dog burnt his tail,<br />
+And he shall be whipped to-morrow.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p133" id="p133"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Pit, pat, well-a-day,<br />
+Little Robin flew away;<br />
+Where can little Robin be?<br />
+But up in yon cherry tree.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p134" id="p134"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/img_029_b2.jpg" width="250" height="157" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie;</span><br />
+He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said, &ldquo;What a good boy am I!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p135" id="p135"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 197px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_029_b3.jpg" width="197" height="200" alt="L" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 7em;">it-tle Tom Tuck-er<br />
+Sings for his sup-per;<br />
+What shall he eat?<br />
+White bread and but-ter.<br />
+How shall he cut it<br />
+With-out e&#8217;er a knife?<br />
+How will he be mar-ri-ed<br />
+With-out e&#8217;er a wife?</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p136" id="p136">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_030_a1.jpg" width="400" height="396" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cow jumped over the moon,</span><br />
+The little dog laughed to see such sport,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dish ran after the spoon.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p137" id="p137"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 199px; margin-right: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img_030_a2.jpg" width="199" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em;">A dog and a cat went out together,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see some friends just out of town;</span><br />
+Said the cat to the dog,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;What d&#8217;ye think of the weather?&rdquo;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I think, Ma&#8217;am, the rain will come down:</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px; margin-top: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img_030_a3.jpg" width="250" height="222" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 12em;">&ldquo;But don&#8217;t be alarmed, for I&#8217;ve an umbrella<br />
+That will shelter us both,&rdquo; said this amiable fellow.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p138" id="p138"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_030_b1.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Little Polly Flinders<br />
+Sat among the cinders<br />
+Warming her pretty little toes!<br />
+Her mother came and caught her,<br />
+And whipped her little daughter,<br />
+For spoiling her nice new clothes.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p139" id="p139"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail,<br />
+The best man a-mongst them durst not touch her tail.<br />
+She put out her horns, like a lit-tle Ky-loe Cow.<br />
+Run, Tai-lors, run, or she&#8217;ll kill you all just now.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p140" id="p140"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 182px;">
+<img src="images/img_030_b2.jpg" width="182" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree,<br />
+Looking as happy as happy could be,<br />
+Till a boy came by, with his bow and arrow,<br />
+Says he, I will shoot the little cock-sparrow.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">His body will make me a nice little stew,<br />
+And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.<br />
+Says the little cock-sparrow, I&#8217;ll be shot if I stay,<br />
+So he clapped his wings, and flew away.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p141" id="p141"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Bless you, bless you, bonny bee;<br />
+Say, when will your wedding be?<br />
+If it be to-morrow day,<br />
+Take your wings and fly away.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p142" id="p142">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_031_a1.jpg" width="400" height="286" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 14em;">One day, an old cat and her kittens<br />
+    Put on their bonnets and mittens,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">And as it was damp, why they put on their clogs;</span><br />
+    They thought it would be very nice<br />
+    To go out in search of some mice,&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">But they ran home again when they saw two fierce dogs.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p143" id="p143"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img_031_a2.jpg" width="200" height="186" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">Doctor Foster went to Gloster,<br />
+In a shower of rain;<br />
+He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,<br />
+And never went there again.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p144" id="p144"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">John Cook had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum!<br />
+Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!<br />
+John Cook was riding up Shuter&#8217;s bank; he, haw, hum!<br />
+And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!<br />
+John Cook was riding up Shuter&#8217;s hill; he, haw, hum!<br />
+His mare fell down and she made her will; he, haw, hum!<br />
+The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!<br />
+If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p145" id="p145"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Dingty, diddlety, my mammy&#8217;s maid,<br />
+She stole oranges, I am afraid;<br />
+Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,<br />
+She stole oranges, I do believe.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p146" id="p146"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img_031_b1.jpg" width="250" height="241" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 5em;">A horse and cart<br />
+  Had Billy Smart,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">To play with when it pleased him;</span><br />
+  The cart he&#8217;d load<br />
+  By the side of the road,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And be happy if no one teased him.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p147" id="p147"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px; margin-left: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img_031_b2.jpg" width="250" height="233" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-top: 5em;">Who ever saw a rabbit<br />
+  Dressed in a riding habit,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Gallop off to see her friends, in this style?</span><br />
+  I should not be surprised<br />
+  If my lady is capsized,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Before she has ridden half a mile.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p148" id="p148"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Boys and girls, come out to play,<br />
+The moon does shine as bright as day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And meet your play-fellows in the street;</span><br />
+Come with a whoop, and come with a call,<br />
+And come with a good will, or not at all.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the ladder and down the wall,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A half-penny roll will serve us all.</span><br />
+You&#8217;ll find milk and I&#8217;ll find flour,<br />
+And we&#8217;ll have pudding in half an hour.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p149" id="p149"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And merrily jump the stile, boys,</span><br />
+A merry heart goes all the day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p150" id="p150"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,<br />
+When the wind blows the cradle will rock,<br />
+When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,<br />
+Down tumble cradle and baby and all.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p151" id="p151">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_032_a1.jpg" width="400" height="307" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>DINNER.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Miss Kitty was rude at the table one day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And would not sit still on her seat;</span><br />
+Regardless of all that her mother could say,<br />
+From her chair little Kitty kept running away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the time they were eating the meat.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">As soon as she saw that the meat was remov&#8217;d<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She ran to her chair in great haste;</span><br />
+But her mother such giddy behavior reprov&#8217;d,<br />
+By sending away the sweet pudding she lov&#8217;d,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without giving Kitty one taste.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p152" id="p152"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_032_a2.jpg" width="400" height="301" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE NEW DOLL.</h3>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 18em;">Miss Jenny and Polly<br />
+    Had each a new Dolly,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">With rosy-red cheeks and blue eyes,</span><br />
+    Dress&#8217;d in ribands and gauze:<br />
+    And they quarreled because<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">The Dolls were not both of a size.</span></p>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 18em;">O silly Miss Jenny!<br />
+    To be such a ninny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">To quarrel and make such a noise!</span><br />
+    For the very same day<br />
+    Their mama sent away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">Their dolls with red cheeks and blue eyes.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p153" id="p153"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_032_b1.jpg" width="400" height="299" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>GETTING UP.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Baby, baby, ope your eye,<br />
+For the sun is in the sky,<br />
+And he&#8217;s peeping once again<br />
+Through the frosty window pane;<br />
+Little baby, do not keep<br />
+Any longer, fast asleep.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">There now, sit in mother&#8217;s lap,<br />
+That she may untie your cap,<br />
+For the little strings have got<br />
+Twisted into <em>such</em> a knot;<br />
+Ah! for shame,&mdash;you&#8217;ve been at play<br />
+With the bobbin, as you lay.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">There it comes,&mdash;now let us see<br />
+Where your petticoats can be;<br />
+O,&mdash;they&#8217;re in the window seat,<br />
+Folded very smooth and neat:<br />
+When my baby older grows<br />
+<em>She</em> shall double up her clothes.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Now one pretty little kiss,<br />
+For dressing you so neat as this,<br />
+And before we go down stairs,<br />
+Don&#8217;t forget to say your pray&#8217;rs,<br />
+For &#8217;tis God who loves to keep<br />
+Little babies in their sleep.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p154" id="p154"></a></p>
+<h3>The Linnet&#8217;s Nest.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Quick from the garden, Charles ran in,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With look of joy, and voice of glee;</span><br />
+A Linnet&#8217;s nest, Papa, I&#8217;ve seen:<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O come&mdash;&#8217;tis in the Apple-tree.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Four little birds I just could see,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then I ran to tell you here:</span><br />
+For Puss was waiting near the tree,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she will get them all, I fear.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p155" id="p155">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_033_a1.jpg" width="400" height="182" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>PLAYING WITH FIRE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I&#8217;ve seen a little girl, mama,<br />
+That had got such a dreadful scar,<br />
+All down her arms, and neck, and face,<br />
+I could not bear to see the place.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Poor little girl, and don&#8217;t you know<br />
+The shocking trick that made her so?<br />
+&#8217;Twas all because she went and did<br />
+A thing her mother had forbid.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For, once, when nobody was by her,<br />
+This silly child would play with fire;<br />
+And long before her mother came,<br />
+Her pin-a-fore was all in flame!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">In vain she tried to put it out,<br />
+&#8217;Till all her clothes were burnt about,<br />
+And then she suffered ten times more,<br />
+All over with the dreadful sore.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For many months, before &#8217;twas cured,<br />
+Most shocking torments she endured;<br />
+And even now in passing by her,<br />
+You see what &#8217;tis to play with fire!</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p156" id="p156"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_033_a2.jpg" width="400" height="202" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>GRATEFUL LUCY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">As Lucy with her Mother walked,<br />
+She played and gamboled, laughed and talked<br />
+&#8217;Till, coming to the river side,<br />
+She slipped, and floated down the tide.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Her faithful Carlo being near,<br />
+Jumped in to save his mistress dear;<br />
+He drew her carefully to shore,<br />
+And Lucy lives and laughs once more.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Dear generous Carlo, Lucy said,<br />
+You ne&#8217;er shall want for meat or bread;<br />
+For every day before I dine,<br />
+Good Carlo shall have some of mine.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p157" id="p157"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_033_b1.jpg" width="400" height="274" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>RUN AND PLAY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">There, run away, you little things,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And romp, and jump, and play,</span><br />
+You have been quiet long enough,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So run away, I say.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">George, you and Lucy roll your hoops,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You on a stick can ride,</span><br />
+And nurse, with baby, run a race,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or any play beside.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Or you may play at hounds and hare,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And chase it round and round,</span><br />
+But, as a fall may often chance,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go on the grassy ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Or, if you like, beneath the hedge<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gather wild flowers fair,</span><br />
+Go, get your baskets, but be quick,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will meet you there.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And afterwards, Papa will make<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">One in your little play,</span><br />
+And he will try to run as fast<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you did yesterday.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The fresh, fresh air, so softly blows,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there shines out the sun,</span><br />
+And active limbs and rosy cheeks<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will in the race be won.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For little boys and girls may romp,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And frisk, and jump, and play,</span><br />
+When book and lessons both are done,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So run away, I say.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img_033_b2.jpg" width="300" height="186" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p158" id="p158">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_034_a1.jpg" width="400" height="251" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE CUT.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Well, what&#8217;s the matter? there&#8217;s a face,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What, has it cut a vein?</span><br />
+And it is quite a shocking place;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come, let us look again.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I see it bleeds, but never mind<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That tiny little drop;</span><br />
+I don&#8217;t believe you&#8217;ll ever find<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That crying makes it stop.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">&#8217;Tis sad, indeed, to cry at pain,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For any but a baby;</span><br />
+If <em>that</em> should chance to cut a vein,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We should not wonder, may be.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But such a man as you should try<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bear a little sorrow:</span><br />
+So run along, and wipe your eye,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Twill all be well to-morrow.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p159" id="p159"></a></p>
+
+<h3>SLEEPY HARRY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I do not like to go to bed,<br />
+The sleepy little Harry said;<br />
+So, naughty Betty, go away,<br />
+I will not come at all, I say.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">What a silly little fellow!<br />
+I should be asham&#8217;d to tell her.<br />
+Betty, you must come and carry<br />
+Very foolish little Harry.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 192px; margin-top: -2em; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img_034_a2.jpg" width="192" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">The little birds are better taught,<br />
+They go to roosting when they ought;<br />
+And all the ducks and fowls you know<br />
+<em>They</em> went to bed an hour ago.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">The little beggar in the street,<br />
+Who wanders with his naked feet,<br />
+And has not where to lay his head,<br />
+O, he&#8217;d be <em>glad</em> to go to bed.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p160" id="p160"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/img_034_b1.jpg" width="410" height="261" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>BREAKFAST AND PUSS.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Here&#8217;s my baby&#8217;s bread and milk,<br />
+For her lip as soft as silk;<br />
+Here&#8217;s the basin, clean and neat;<br />
+Here&#8217;s the spoon of silver sweet;<br />
+Here&#8217;s the stool, and here&#8217;s the chair<br />
+For my little lady fair.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">No, you must not spill it out,<br />
+And drop the bread and milk about;<br />
+But let it stand before you flat,<br />
+And pray, remember pussy cat;<br />
+Poor old pussy cat that purrs<br />
+All so patiently for hers.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">True she runs about the house,<br />
+Catching, now and then, a mouse.<br />
+But, though she thinks it very nice,<br />
+That only makes a <em>tiny</em> slice;<br />
+She don&#8217;t forget, that you should stop,<br />
+And leave poor puss a little drop.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p161" id="p161"></a></p>
+
+<h3>Frightened by a Cow.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">A very young lady,<br />
+With Susan the maid,<br />
+Who carried the baby,<br />
+Were one day afraid.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">They saw a cow feeding,<br />
+Quite harmless and still,<br />
+Yet screamed without heeding<br />
+The man at the mill.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 190px; margin-top: -2em; margin-right: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img_034_b2.jpg" width="190" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Who seeing their flutter,<br />
+Said, &ldquo;cows do no harm,<br />
+But give you good butter<br />
+And milk from the farm.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">&ldquo;So don&#8217;t have the folly<br />
+Of running at sight<br />
+Of a gentle old Mooly,<br />
+In terror and fright.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p162" id="p162">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_035_a1.jpg" width="400" height="227" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE DUNCE OF A KITTEN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Come, pussy, will you learn to read.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;ve got a pretty book?</span><br />
+Nay, turn this way, you must indeed.&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fie, there&#8217;s a sulky look.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Here is a pretty picture, see,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">An apple, and great A:</span><br />
+How stupid you will ever be,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you do naught but play.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Come, A, B, C, an easy task,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What any fool can do:</span><br />
+I will do any thing you ask,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For dearly I love you.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Now, how I&#8217;m vexed, you are so dull,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You have not learnt it half:</span><br />
+You will grow up a downright fool,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make all people laugh.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Mother so told me, I declare,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made me quite ashamed;</span><br />
+So I resolved no pains to spare,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor like a dunce be blamed.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Well, get along, you naughty Kit,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And after mice go look;</span><br />
+I&#8217;m glad that I have got more wit,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love my pretty book.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p163" id="p163"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img_035_a2.jpg" width="350" height="189" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>SENSIBLE CHARLES.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">When Charles was only ten years old,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His uncle took him to the play;</span><br />
+The night was bad, he caught a cold,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And laid in bed the following day.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">When Charles was well enough to rise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He gently ope&#8217;d his uncle&#8217;s door;</span><br />
+And, to his very great surprise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Begged he would take him there no more.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p164" id="p164"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_035_b1.jpg" width="400" height="285" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>PUT DOWN THE BABY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">&ldquo;O dear Mama,&rdquo; said little Fred,<br />
+&ldquo;Put baby down&mdash;take me instead;<br />
+Upon the carpet let her be<br />
+Put baby down, and take up me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">No, that, my dear, I cannot do,<br />
+You know I used to carry you;<br />
+But you are now grown strong and stout,<br />
+And you can run and play about.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">When Fanny is as old as you,<br />
+No doubt but what she&#8217;ll do so too;<br />
+And when she grows a little stronger,<br />
+I mean to carry her no longer.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p165" id="p165"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_035_b2.jpg" width="200" height="142" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>DIRTY HANDS.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">O bless me, Mary, how is this?<br />
+Your hands are very dirty, Miss;<br />
+I don&#8217;t expect such hands to see<br />
+When you come in to dine with me.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Mama, said little Mary, pray,<br />
+Shall we have company to-day<br />
+That I should be <em>so very</em> clean?<br />
+By whom, pray, am I to be seen?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">By whom, my girl? why, by Mama,<br />
+By Brothers, Sisters, and Papa;<br />
+Pray, do you not most love to see<br />
+Your parents, and your family?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Be cleanly and polite at home,<br />
+Then you&#8217;re prepared if friends should come:<br />
+Make it your habit to be clean,<br />
+No matter then by whom you&#8217;re seen.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p166" id="p166">[Pg 36]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_036_a1.jpg" width="400" height="278" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>FRANCES AND HENRY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Sister Frances is sad,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because Henry is ill;</span><br />
+And she lets the dear lad<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do whatever he will will.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Left her own little chair<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And got up in a minute,</span><br />
+When she heard him declare<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he wished to sit in it.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Now from this we can tell,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He will never more tease her,</span><br />
+But when he is well,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He will study to please her.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p167" id="p167"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_036_a2.jpg" width="400" height="306" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>POISONOUS FRUIT.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">As Tommy and his sister Jane<br />
+Were walking down a shady lane,<br />
+They saw some berries, bright and red,<br />
+That hung around and over head.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And soon the bough they bended down<br />
+To make the scarlet fruit their own;<br />
+And part they ate, and part in play<br />
+They threw about and flung away.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But long they had not been at home<br />
+Before poor Jane and little Tom<br />
+Were taken sick and ill, to bed,<br />
+And since, I&#8217;ve heard, they both are dead.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p168" id="p168"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_036_b1.jpg" width="400" height="295" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>DRESSED OR UNDRESSED.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">When children are naughty, and will not be drest,<br />
+  Pray, what do you think is the way?<br />
+Why, often I really believe it is best<br />
+  To keep them in night-clothes all day!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">But then they can have no good breakfast to eat,<br />
+  Nor walk with their mother or aunt,<br />
+At dinner they&#8217;ll have neither pudding nor meat,<br />
+  Nor any thing else that they want.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Then who would be naughty and sit all the day<br />
+  In night-clothes unfit to be seen?<br />
+And pray who would lose all their pudding and play,<br />
+  For not being dress&#8217;d neat and clean.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p169" id="p169"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_036_b2.jpg" width="400" height="232" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>BAPTISM IN CHURCH.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Frances Lorenzo is my name,<br />
+I scarce can tell you how it came;<br />
+(One day to church I had to go,<br />
+And ever since they&#8217;ve called me so.)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">That New Year&#8217;s day I shan&#8217;t forget,<br />
+So cold, my limbs seem shaking yet;<br />
+Nor him who loves the lambs, they said,<br />
+And poured the water on my head.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For folded in his bosom warm,<br />
+I knew that I was safe from harm;<br />
+He called my name, and pressed my brow,<br />
+And said, I was a soldier now.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I sat so still, and all around<br />
+Were pleasant looks and sweetest sound;<br />
+I wondered what it all could mean,<br />
+O, Mama, take me there again.<span class="smcap" style="margin-left: 5em;">a. d. f.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p170" id="p170">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_037_a1.jpg" width="400" height="304" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE PET LAMB.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">My own pet Lamb, I long to be<br />
+From envy, pride, and malice free;<br />
+Patient, and mild, and meek like thee,<br />
+                       <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My own pet Lamb.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I long to know my Shepherd&#8217;s voice,<br />
+To make his pleasant ways my choice<br />
+And in the fold like thee rejoice,<br />
+                       <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My own pet Lamb.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p171" id="p171"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Be you to others kind and true,<br />
+As you&#8217;d have others be to you.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p172" id="p172"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_037_a2.jpg" width="400" height="288" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>HYMN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">O, Lord! our infant voice we raise,<br />
+Thy holy name to bless;<br />
+In daily song of thanks and praise,<br />
+For mercies numberless.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">For parents who have taught us right,<br />
+That Thou art good and true;<br />
+And though unseen by our weak sight<br />
+Thou seest all we do.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Let all our thoughts and actions rise<br />
+From innocence and truth;<br />
+And Thou, O, Lord! wilt not despise<br />
+The praise of early youth.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p173" id="p173"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_037_b1.jpg" width="400" height="299" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>TIME TO RISE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The Cock who soundly sleeps at night,<br />
+Rises with the morning light,<br />
+Very loud and shrill he crows;<br />
+Then the sleeping ploughman knows,<br />
+He must leave his bed also,<br />
+To his morning work to go.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And the little Lark does fly<br />
+To the middle of the sky;<br />
+You may hear his merry tune<br />
+In the morning very soon;<br />
+For he does not like to rest,<br />
+Idle, in his downy nest.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">While the cock is crowing shrill,<br />
+Leave my little bed I will,<br />
+And I&#8217;ll rise to hear the Lark,<br />
+For it is no longer dark;<br />
+&#8217;Twould be a pity there to stay,<br />
+When &#8217;tis light and pleasant day.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p174" id="p174"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_037_b2.jpg" width="400" height="232" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>FOR NANNIE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">A plum so blue, a cherry red,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">An orange bright and yellow;</span><br />
+A pippin green, as e&#8217;er was seen,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And peaches rich and mellow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">All, all of these will mama give<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lassie good and bonnie, O,</span><br />
+So papa down, to Boston town,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And buy them all for Nannie, O.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p175" id="p175">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_038_a1.jpg" width="400" height="297" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE PUSSY CAT.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Little puss, come here to me,<br />
+Gently jump upon my knee,<br />
+And then your pretty eyes I&#8217;ll see,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">But do not scratch.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Pray do you ever catch a mouse,<br />
+As you run up and down the house?<br />
+I&#8217;m sure you do, good Mrs. Puss,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">With these same claws.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Here, share with me this little seat,<br />
+I never now poor puss will beat,<br />
+So let me feel how soft your feet,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Since you don&#8217;t scratch.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">How very nicely you can draw,<br />
+Quite out of sight each little claw,<br />
+And make so soft a velvet paw,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Good little puss.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I saw a little mouse, you know,<br />
+Once yonder in the yard below,<br />
+And pounce you went upon it so,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Poor little thing.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">You loosed it oft, and let it run,<br />
+Then to pursue it you begun,<br />
+And seemed to think it made good fun,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">You cruel puss.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">But do not tease it so, I pray,<br />
+Because I&#8217;ve heard papa oft say,<br />
+It was a very cruel way,<br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">And should not be.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">So, pussy, you must kill it quite,<br />
+Not put it in so great a fright,<br />
+And seem to glory in the sight;<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Do you hear, puss?</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p176" id="p176"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Give to the Father praise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give glory to the Son;</span><br />
+And to the Spirit of His Grace,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be equal honor done.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p177" id="p177"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_038_b1.jpg" width="400" height="297" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE FROLICSOME KITTEN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I really want you to be quiet,</span><br />
+Instead of scampering away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And always making such a riot!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">There, only see you&#8217;ve torn my frock,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And poor mama must put a patch in;</span><br />
+I&#8217;ll give you a right earnest knock,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To cure you of this trick of scratching.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">&mdash;&mdash;Nay do not scold your little cat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She does not know what &#8217;tis you&#8217;re saying.</span><br />
+And ev&#8217;ry time you give a pat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She thinks you mean it all for playing.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But if your pussy understood<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lesson that you want to teach her,</span><br />
+And did she <em>choose</em> to be so rude,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;d be <em>indeed</em> a naughty creature.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p178" id="p178"></a></p>
+
+<h3>Penance for beating a Brother.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 164px; margin-right: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_038_b2.jpg" width="164" height="300" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">A little girl I knew,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who looked extremely mild;</span><br />
+And many thought her too<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A very clever child.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">But ah, one fault she had,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although her face was pretty</span><br />
+Her temper it was bad;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And was not that a pity?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Both absent were one day<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Father and her Mother</span><br />
+And then, I grieve to say,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She beat her little brother.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">The Nurse then thought it right,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For beating little Fred,</span><br />
+(Although it was not night)<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To put her into bed.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p179" id="p179">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_039_a1.jpg" width="400" height="299" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE NEW BOOK.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Mama, see what a pretty book<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dear papa has brought,</span><br />
+That I may at the pictures look,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by the words be taught.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">He knew I had been good, you said,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And had learnt all my spelling;</span><br />
+I&#8217;m very much obliged to you,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dear mama, for telling.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">And that when I am better taught,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And read with greater ease,</span><br />
+Some more new books shall then be bought,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His little girl to please.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">My dear papa, he is so kind,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I dearly love a book;</span><br />
+And dearly too, I love to find<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">These pictures&mdash;pray do look!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">And, O, dear, if I could but read<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As fast as I can spell,</span><br />
+How very happy I should be,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love to read so well.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I know mama, you&#8217;ll tell me that<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To practice is the way,</span><br />
+So will you kindly let me, now,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Another lesson say.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p180" id="p180"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img_039_a2.jpg" width="200" height="120" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE DOG.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">O, don&#8217;t hurt the Dog, poor honest old Tray,<br />
+What good will it do you to drive him away?<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Kind treatment is justly his right.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Remember how faithful he is to his charge,<br />
+And barks at the rogues when we set him at large,<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And guards us by day and by night.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p181" id="p181"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_039_b1.jpg" width="400" height="306" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE COW.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Thank you, pretty Cow, that made<br />
+Pleasant milk, to soak my bread;<br />
+Every day, and every night,<br />
+Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Do not chew the hemlock rank,<br />
+Growing on the weedy bank;<br />
+But the yellow cowslips eat,<br />
+They will make it very sweet.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Where the purple violet grows,<br />
+Where the bubbling water flows,<br />
+Where the grass is fresh and fine,<br />
+Pretty Cow, go there and dine.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p182" id="p182"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_039_b2.jpg" width="400" height="238" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE BUTTERFLY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">See yonder painted Butterfly,<br />
+How gaudily it soars on high,<br />
+And seems to wish to reach the sky.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Late it was an insect mean,<br />
+Crawling o&#8217;er the shaven green,<br />
+Or on the cabbage leaves was seen.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">And thus, my child, is man on earth,<br />
+A thing of mean and mortal birth;<br />
+His life a span; his power a breath.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">But his immortal better part<br />
+Into a higher world will start,<br />
+When death his soul and body part.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">And then he will glorious rise<br />
+With body fitted to the skies,<br />
+An Angel&#8217;s form, not Butterfly&#8217;s!</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p183" id="p183">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_040_a1.jpg" width="400" height="339" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">There was an old wo-man tos-sed up in a bas-ket,<br />
+Nine-ty times as high as the moon;<br />
+And where she was go-ing, I could-n&#8217;t but ask her,<br />
+For in her hand she car-ried a broom.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">&ldquo;Old wo-man, old wo-man, old wo-man,&rdquo; quoth I,<br />
+&ldquo;Whi-ther, O whi-ther, O whi-ther so high?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;To sweep the cob-webs off the sky!&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Shall I go with you?&rdquo; &ldquo;Aye, by-and-by.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p184" id="p184"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 203px; margin-right: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img_040_a2.jpg" width="203" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em; margin-top: 7em;">To make your candles last for a&#8217;,<br />
+You wives and maids give ear-o!<br />
+To put them out &#8217;s the only way,<br />
+Says honest John Boldero.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p185" id="p185"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">A milking, a milking, my maid,<br />
+&ldquo;Cow, take care of your heels,&rdquo; she said;<br />
+&ldquo;And you shall have some nice new hay,<br />
+If you&#8217;ll quietly let me milk away.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p186" id="p186"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 141px; margin-right: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img_040_a3.jpg" width="141" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em; margin-top: 5em;">Old father Grey Beard,<br />
+Without tooth or tongue;<br />
+If you&#8217;ll give me your finger,<br />
+I&#8217;ll give you my thumb.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p187" id="p187"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_040_b1.jpg" width="400" height="299" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">There was an old woman, as I&#8217;ve heard tell,<br />
+She went to market her eggs for to sell;<br />
+She went to market all on a market day,<br />
+And she fell asleep on the king&#8217;s highway.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">There came by a pedlar, whose name was Stout,<br />
+He cut her petticoats all round about;<br />
+He cut her petticoats up to the knees,<br />
+Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">When the little old woman first did wake,<br />
+She began to shiver and she began to shake;<br />
+She began to wonder, and she began to cry,<br />
+&ldquo;Lauk a mercy on me, this can&#8217;t be I!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">But if it be I, as I hope it be,<br />
+I&#8217;ve a little dog at home, and he&#8217;ll know me;<br />
+If it be I, he&#8217;ll wag his little tail,<br />
+And if it be not I, he&#8217;ll loudly bark and wail.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Home went the little woman all in the dark,<br />
+Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;<br />
+He began to bark, so she began to cry,<br />
+&ldquo;Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p188" id="p188"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Bye, baby bunting,<br />
+Father&#8217;s gone a hunting,<br />
+Mother&#8217;s gone a milking,<br />
+Sister&#8217;s gone a silking,<br />
+Brother&#8217;s gone to buy a skin<br />
+To wrap the baby bunting in.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p189" id="p189"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 192px; margin-right: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img_040_b2.jpg" width="192" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 6em;">Away Birds, away!<br />
+Take a little, and leave a little,<br />
+And do not come again;<br />
+For if you do,<br />
+I will shoot you through,<br />
+And then there will be an end of you.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p190" id="p190">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_041_a1.jpg" width="400" height="400" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep,<br />
+Have you any wool?<br />
+Yes, sir, yes, sir,<br />
+Three bags full:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">One for my mas-ter,<br />
+One for my dame,<br />
+And one for the lit-tle boy<br />
+That lives in our lane.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p191" id="p191"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 195px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_041_a2.jpg" width="195" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">One mis-ty morn-ing,<br />
+When clou-dy was the wea-ther,<br />
+I met a lit-tle old man,<br />
+Cloth-ed all in lea-ther,<br />
+Cloth-ed all in lea-ther,<br />
+With a strap be-low his chin.<br />
+How do you do? and how do you do?<br />
+And how do you do a-gain?</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p192" id="p192"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John,<br />
+He went to bed with his stock-ings on;<br />
+One shoe off, and one shoe on.<br />
+Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p193" id="p193"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-right: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_041_a3.jpg" width="200" height="175" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 4em;">Swan, swan, over the sea;<br />
+Swim, swan, swim.<br />
+Swan, swan, back again;<br />
+Well, swan, swam.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p194" id="p194"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_041_b1.jpg" width="400" height="260" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">I had a lit-tle Hus-band, no big-ger than my thumb;<br />
+I put him in a pint-pot, and there I bid him drum.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">I bought a lit-tle horse that gal-lop-ed up and down;<br />
+I sad-dled him and bri-dled him, and sent him out of town.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">I gave him some gar-ters, to gar-ter up his hose,<br />
+And a lit-tle pock-et hand-ker-chief to wipe his pretty nose.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p195" id="p195"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Ma-ry, Ma-ry, quite con-tra-ry,<br />
+How does your gar-den grow?<br />
+Sil-ver bells and coc-kle shells,<br />
+And pret-ty maids all in a row.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p196" id="p196"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Hey, my kit-ten, my kit-ten,<br />
+Hey, my kit-ten, my deary;<br />
+Such a sweet pet as this<br />
+Was nei-ther far nor neary.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p197" id="p197"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Here we go up, up, up,<br />
+Here we go down, down, downy;<br />
+Here we go back-wards and for-wards,<br />
+And here we go round, round, roundy.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p198" id="p198"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 440px;">
+<img src="images/img_041_b2.jpg" width="440" height="305" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -15em; margin-bottom: 10em;">Some lit-tle mice sat in a barn to spin.<br />
+Pus-sy came by, and she pop-ped her head in;<br />
+&ldquo;Shall I come in and cut your threads off?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Oh no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p199" id="p199">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_042_a1.jpg" width="400" height="393" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Ding, dong, bell, Pus-sy&#8217;s in the well.<br />
+Who put her in? Lit-tle Tom-my Green.<br />
+Who pull-ed her out? Lit-tle Tom-my Trout.<br />
+What a naugh-ty boy was that,<br />
+To drown poor Pus-sy Cat.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p200" id="p200"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 177px; margin-left: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img_042_a2.jpg" width="177" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">As I was going along, long, long,<br />
+A singing a comical song, song, song,<br />
+The lane that I went was so long, long, long,<br />
+And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,<br />
+And so I went singing along.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p201" id="p201"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 202px; margin-left: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img_042_a3.jpg" width="202" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">Dance a baby diddit,<br />
+What can a mother do with it,<br />
+But sit in a lap,<br />
+And give him some pap,<br />
+Dance a baby diddit.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p202" id="p202"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_042_b1.jpg" width="400" height="282" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you, don&#8217;t cry,<br />
+And I&#8217;ll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-bye;<br />
+Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,<br />
+Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p203" id="p203"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-right: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_042_b2.jpg" width="200" height="188" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 4em;">Jack Spratt&#8217;s pig,<br />
+He was not very little,<br />
+Nor yet very big;<br />
+He was not very lean,<br />
+He was not very fat,<br />
+He&#8217;ll do well for a grunt,<br />
+Says little Jack Sprat.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p204" id="p204"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 257px; margin-left: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img_042_b3.jpg" width="257" height="350" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 8em;">The man in the moon,<br />
+Came tumbling down,<br />
+And asked the way to Norwich.<br />
+He went by the south,<br />
+And burnt his mouth,<br />
+With eating cold pease porridge.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p205" id="p205"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">There was an old wo-man, and what do you think?<br />
+She liv-ed up-on no-thing but vic-tuals and drink;<br />
+Vic-tuals and drink were the chief of her diet,<br />
+Yet the pla-guey old wo-man could ne-ver be qui-et.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">She went to the ba-ker&#8217;s to buy some bread;<br />
+And when she came home, her hus-band was dead.<br />
+She went to the clerk, to toll the great bell;<br />
+And when she came back, her hus-band was well.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p206" id="p206">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_043_a1.jpg" width="400" height="418" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">A Frog he would a-wooing go,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Sing, heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+Whether his mother would let him or no:<br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach;</span><br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">So off he marched with his opera-hat,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+And on the way he met with a rat,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">And when they came to mouse&#8217;s hall,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">&ldquo;Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+&ldquo;Yes, kind sir, I am sitting to spin,&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">&ldquo;Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+&ldquo;For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer,&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Now while they all were a merry making,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+The cat and her kittens came tumbling in,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">The cat she seized the rat by the crown,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+The kittens they pulled the little mouse down,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">This put poor frog in a terrible fright,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+So he took up his hat, and he wished them good night,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With a rowley, powley, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">So there was an end of one, two, and three,<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Heigho, says Rowley;</span><br />
+The rat, the mouse, and the little Frog-ee!<br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach;</span><br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p207" id="p207"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Here am I, little jumping Joan,<br />
+When nobody&#8217;s with me, I&#8217;m always alone.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p208" id="p208"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_043_b1.jpg" width="400" height="204" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Jack and Gill went up the hill,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fetch a pail of wa-ter;</span><br />
+Jack fell down, and broke his crown,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Gill came tum-bling af-ter.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Up Jack got and home did trot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As fast as he could ca-per;</span><br />
+Dame Gill had the Job to plais-ter his knob,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With vin-e-gar and brown paper.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p209" id="p209"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, where have you been?<br />
+I&#8217;ve been to Lon-don to look at the Queen.<br />
+Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, what did you do there?<br />
+I fright-en-ed a lit-tle mouse un-der the chair.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p210" id="p210">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_044_a1.jpg" width="400" height="294" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>GOOD NIGHT.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Baby, baby, lay your head<br />
+On your pretty little bed;<br />
+Shut your eye-peeps, now the day<br />
+And the light are gone away;<br />
+All the clothes are tuck&#8217;d in tight,<br />
+Little baby dear, good night.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Yes, my darling, well I know<br />
+How the bitter wind doth blow<br />
+And the winter&#8217;s snow and rain<br />
+Patter on the window pane;<br />
+But they cannot come in here<br />
+To my little baby dear.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">For the curtains warm are spread<br />
+Round about her cradle-bed;<br />
+And her little night-cap hides<br />
+Every breath of air besides;<br />
+So &#8217;till morning shineth bright,<br />
+Little baby dear, good night.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p211" id="p211"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img_044_a2.jpg" width="350" height="142" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>HOT APPLE PIE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">As Charles his sisters sat between<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">An Apple Pie was brought;</span><br />
+Slily to get a piece unseen,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little fellow thought.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">A piece from off Sophia&#8217;s plate<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into his mouth he flung;</span><br />
+But, ah! repentance came too late,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It burn&#8217;d his little tongue.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The tears ran trickling down his cheek,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It put him to such pain;</span><br />
+He said (as soon as he could speak)<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I&#8217;ll ne&#8217;er do so again.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p212" id="p212"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_044_b1.jpg" width="400" height="278" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>LUCY AND DICKY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Miss Lucy was a charming child.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She never said, I won&#8217;t!</span><br />
+If little Dick her playthings spoiled,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She said pray, Dicky, don&#8217;t!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">He took her waxen doll one day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And banged it round and round,</span><br />
+Then tore its legs and arms away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And threw them on the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">His good mama was angry quite,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Lucy&#8217;s tears ran down;</span><br />
+But Dick went supperless that night,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And since has better grown.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p213" id="p213"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_044_b2.jpg" width="400" height="219" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE FAIRY MAN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Oh, dear Mama, where have you gone?<br />
+Come here, the baby stands alone;<br />
+And only think, indeed &#8217;tis truth,<br />
+He has, just feel, a little tooth.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Look at his pretty shining hair,<br />
+His cheek so red, his skin so fair,<br />
+His curly ringlets, just like flax,<br />
+His little bosom, just like wax.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Oh, how I long &#8217;till he can walk;<br />
+And then I&#8217;ll long &#8217;till he can talk;<br />
+And then I&#8217;ll long &#8217;till he can play,<br />
+When we have said our tasks each day.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">I think he&#8217;s growing very wise,<br />
+Now, don&#8217;t you think so? Julia cries.<br />
+Then to the cradle off she ran,<br />
+To kiss the little fairy man.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p214" id="p214">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_045_a1.jpg" width="400" height="295" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>COME PLAY IN THE GARDEN.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Little sister, come away,<br />
+And let us in the garden play,<br />
+For it is a pleasant day.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">On the grass-plat let us sit,<br />
+Or, if you please, we&#8217;ll play a bit,<br />
+And run about all over it.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But the fruit we will not pick,<br />
+That would be a naughty trick,<br />
+And, very likely, make us sick.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers,<br />
+That grow about the beds and bowers.<br />
+Because, you know, they are not ours.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">We&#8217;ll pluck the daisies, white and red,<br />
+Because mama has often said,<br />
+That we may gather them instead.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And much I hope we always may<br />
+Our very dear mama obey,<br />
+And mind whatever she may say.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p215" id="p215"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img_045_a2.jpg" width="350" height="163" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE UMBRELLA.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Once as little Isabella<br />
+Ventured, with a large Umbrella,<br />
+Out upon a rainy day,<br />
+She was nearly blown away.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Sadly frighten&#8217;d then was she,<br />
+For &#8217;twas very near the sea,<br />
+And the wind was very high,<br />
+But, alas! no friend was nigh.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Luckily, her good Mama<br />
+Saw her trouble from afar;<br />
+Running just in time, she caught her<br />
+Pretty little flying daughter.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p216" id="p216"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 503px;">
+<img src="images/img_045_b1.jpg" width="503" height="380" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>NO BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">No, naughty Growler, get away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You shall not have a bit;</span><br />
+Now when I speak, how dare you stay!<br />
+I can&#8217;t spare any, sir, I say<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so you need not sit.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Poor Growler! do not make him go<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But recollect, before,</span><br />
+That he has never serv&#8217;d you so,<br />
+For you have given him many a blow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That patiently he bore.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Poor Growler! if he could speak,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He&#8217;d tell, (as well he might,)</span><br />
+How he would bear with many a freak,<br />
+And wag his tail and look so meek,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And neither bark nor bite.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p217" id="p217"></a></p>
+<h3>Clever Little Thomas.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">When Thomas Poole first went to school,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was but scarcely seven;</span><br />
+Yet knew as well to read and spell,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As most boys of eleven.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px; margin-right: 7em; margin-top: -1em;">
+<img src="images/img_045_b2.jpg" width="200" height="202" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">He took his seat, and wrote quite neat,<br />
+And never idly acted;<br />
+And then, beside, he multiplied,<br />
+Divided and subtracted.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">His master said, (and strok&#8217;d his head),<br />
+&ldquo;If thus you persevere,<br />
+&ldquo;My little friend you may depend<br />
+&ldquo;Upon a Prize next year.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p218" id="p218">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_046_a1.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>SULKING.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Why is Mary standing idle,<br />
+Leaning down upon the table,<br />
+With pouting lip, and frowning brow?<br />
+I wonder what&#8217;s the matter now!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Come here, my dear, and tell me true,<br />
+Is it because I scolded you<br />
+For doing work so bad and slow,<br />
+That you are standing sulking so?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Why then, indeed, I&#8217;m griev&#8217;d to see,<br />
+That you can so ill-temper&#8217;d be;<br />
+You make your faults a great deal worse,<br />
+By being angry and perverse.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">O, how much better it appears,<br />
+To see you melting into tears,<br />
+And then to hear you humbly say,<br />
+I&#8217;ll not do so another day.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But when you stand and sulk about,<br />
+And look so cross, and cry and pout,<br />
+Why that, my little girl, you know,<br />
+Is <em>worse</em> than working bad and slow.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p219" id="p219"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img_046_a2.jpg" width="350" height="176" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>GIVING WITH PRUDENCE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I see, Mama, said little Jane,<br />
+A beggar coming down the lane;<br />
+O, let me take him (may not I?)<br />
+This cheese-cake and some currant pie.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Your charity I much approve,<br />
+And something you may take him, love;<br />
+But let it be some bread and cheese,<br />
+Much better than such things as these.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">By giving sweetmeats to the poor<br />
+Who never tasted them before,<br />
+We spoil the good we have in view,<br />
+And teach them wants they never knew.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p220" id="p220"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_046_b1.jpg" width="400" height="294" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>THE FIELD DAISY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">I&#8217;m a pretty little thing,<br />
+Always coming with the spring,<br />
+In the meadows green I&#8217;m found<br />
+Peeping just above the ground,<br />
+And my stalk is cover&#8217;d flat,<br />
+With a white and yellow hat<br />
+Little lady, when you pass<br />
+Lightly o&#8217;er the tender grass,<br />
+Skip about, but do not tread<br />
+On my meek and healthy head<br />
+For I always seem to say,<br />
+Chilly winter&#8217;s gone away.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p221" id="p221"></a></p>
+<h3>THE MOUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 196px; margin-right: 7em; margin-top: -.5em;">
+<img src="images/img_046_b2.jpg" width="196" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">O come brother come;<br />
+I&#8217;m frightened, because<br />
+There&#8217;s a Mouse in the room,<br />
+It is under the drawers.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">O silence, John said,<br />
+Do not make such a noise;<br />
+The Mouse is afraid<br />
+Of us little boys.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">It is gentle and weak,<br />
+And can never do harm;<br />
+But it gives a faint squeak<br />
+At the slightest alarm.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p222" id="p222"></a></p>
+
+<h3>SHORT ADVICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 198px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_046_b3.jpg" width="198" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+    <p style="margin-top: 3em;"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Hear,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear</span><br />
+ <span style="margin-left: .5em;">Little Son;</span><br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Go</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Slow;</span><br />
+ <span style="margin-left: .5em;">Do not run.</span></p>
+
+    <p><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Near</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Here</span><br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is a well;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Poor</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Moore</span><br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In it fell.</span></p>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 30em; margin-top: -15.75em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Town</span><br />
+Do not stray;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dare</span><br />
+Not to play.</p>
+
+   <p style="margin-left: 30em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you</span><br />
+Make a rule;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Home</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Straight</span><br />
+From school.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p223" id="p223">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_047_a1.jpg" width="400" height="291" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>LEARNING TO GO ALONE.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Come, my darling, come away,<br />
+Take a pretty walk to-day;<br />
+Run along and never fear,<br />
+I&#8217;ll take care of baby dear;<br />
+Up and down with little feet,<br />
+That&#8217;s the way to walk, my sweet.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15.5em;">Now it is so very near,<br />
+Soon she&#8217;ll get to mother dear,<br />
+There she comes along at last,<br />
+Here&#8217;s my finger, hold it fast;<br />
+Now one pretty little kiss,<br />
+After such a walk as this.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p224" id="p224"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_047_a2.jpg" width="400" height="317" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>CHARITY.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?<br />
+Do not send him away&mdash;we must pity the poor.<br />
+Oh, see how he shivers!&mdash;he&#8217;s hungry and cold,<br />
+For people can&#8217;t work when they grow very old.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Go, set near the fire a table and seat;<br />
+And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.<br />
+I hope my dear children will always be kind,<br />
+Whenever they meet with the aged and blind.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p225" id="p225"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_047_b1.jpg" width="400" height="287" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>For a Little Girl that did not like to be Washed.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">What! cry to be wash&#8217;d, and not love to be clean!<br />
+There go and be dirty, not fit to be seen,<br />
+And &#8217;till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,<br />
+I won&#8217;t take the trouble to wash such a child.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Suppose I should leave you now just as you are,<br />
+Do you think you&#8217;d deserve a sweet kiss from papa?<br />
+Or to sit on his knee, and learn pretty great A,<br />
+With fingers that have not been washed all the day!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Ah, look at your fingers, you see it is so?<br />
+Did you ever behold such a little black row?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">And for <em>once</em> you may look at yourself in the glass:<br />
+There&#8217;s a face to belong to a good little lass!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Come, come, now I see you&#8217;re beginning to clear,<br />
+You won&#8217;t be so foolish again then, my dear?</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p226" id="p226"></a></p>
+<h3>The Snow Ball.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Little Edward loved to go<br />
+Playing in the drifted snow,<br />
+Like some little boys I know;<br />
+                       <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Cold Edward!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">He a solid snow ball made,<br />
+(Friendly tricks at home he played),<br />
+Which he in his pocket laid;<br />
+                       <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Wise Edward!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Very hard that day it freezed,<br />
+Very hard the ball was squeezed,<br />
+And he trotted home well pleased;<br />
+                       <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Sly Edward!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">By the fire he took a seat,<br />
+Thoughtless of the power of heat,<br />
+Drops fall trickling on his feet;<br />
+                       <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Wet Edward!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Now the snow began to melt,<br />
+Vainly on the ground he knelt,<br />
+All now laughed at what he felt;<br />
+                        <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Poor Edward!</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p227" id="p227">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_048_a1.jpg" width="400" height="391" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In came Robin Redbreast, and brought her sops and wine.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Eat well of the sop, Jenny, drink well of the wine.&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine.&rdquo;</span><br />
+Then Jenny she got well and stood upon her feet,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And told Robin plainly she loved him not a bit.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Robin being angry, hopp&#8217;d upon a twig,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying, &ldquo;Out upon you, fie upon you, bold-faced jig!&rdquo;</span><br />
+Jenny Wren fell sick again, and Jenny Wren did die;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The doctors vow&#8217;d they&#8217;d cure her, or know the reason why.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Doctor Hawk felt her pulse, and shaking his head,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says, &ldquo;I fear I can&#8217;t save her, because she&#8217;s quite dead.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;She&#8217;ll do very well,&rdquo; says sly Doctor Fox;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;If she takes but one pill from out of this box.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">With hartshorn in hand came Doctor Tomtit,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying, &ldquo;Really, good sirs, it&#8217;s only a fit.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;You&#8217;re right, Doctor Tit, the truth I&#8217;ve no doubt of;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But death is a fit folks seldom get out of.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Doctor Cat says, &ldquo;Indeed, I don&#8217;t think she&#8217;s dead;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I believe, if I try, she might yet be bled.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;I think, Puss, you&#8217;re foolish,&rdquo; then says Doctor Goose;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;For to bleed a dead Wren can be of no use.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Doctor Owl then declared that the cause of her death,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He really believed, was the want of more breath.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Indeed, Doctor Owl, you are much in the right;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You might as well have said the day is not night.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_048_b1.jpg" width="400" height="394" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Says Robin, &ldquo;Get out! you&#8217;re a parcel of quacks;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or I&#8217;ll lay this good stick on each of your backs.&rdquo;</span><br />
+Then Robin began to bang them about;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They staid for no fees, but were glad to get out.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p228" id="p228"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img_048_b2.jpg" width="350" height="178" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">There was a lit-tle man, and he had a lit-tle gun,<br />
+And his bul-lets were made of lead, lead, lead;<br />
+He shot John-ny King through the mid-dle of his wig,<br />
+And knock-ed it right of his head, head, head.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p229" id="p229"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town,<br />
+In a yel-low pet-ti-coat and a green gown.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p230" id="p230"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_048_b3.jpg" width="200" height="195" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion,<br />
+Di-vi-sion is as bad,<br />
+The Rule of Three per-plex-es me,<br />
+And Prac-tice drives me mad.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p231" id="p231">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_049_a1.jpg" width="400" height="401" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?<br />
+Up-stairs, and down-stairs, and in my la-dy&#8217;s cham-ber.<br />
+There I met an old man, who would not say his pray-ers;<br />
+I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p232" id="p232"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,<br />
+Had a wife and couldn&#8217;t keep her;<br />
+He put her in a pumpkin shell,<br />
+And then he kept her very well.<br />
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,<br />
+Had another and didn&#8217;t love her;<br />
+Peter learnt to read and spell,<br />
+And then he loved her very well.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p233" id="p233"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">When good King Arthur ruled his land<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a goodly king;</span><br />
+He stole three pecks of barley meal<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make a bag-pudding.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">A bag-pudding the king did make,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stuff&#8217;d it well with plums;</span><br />
+And in it put great lumps of fat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As big as my two thumbs.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The king and queen did eat thereof,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And noblemen beside;</span><br />
+And what they could not eat that night,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The queen next morning fried.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p234" id="p234"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/img_049_b1.jpg" width="250" height="177" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">As I went to Bonner,<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I met a pig,</span><br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a wig,</span><br />
+Upon my word and honor.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p235" id="p235"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em;">Pitty Patty Polt,<br />
+Shoe the wild colt;<br />
+Here a nail,<br />
+And there a nail,<br />
+Pitty Patty Polt.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p236" id="p236"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Brow, brow, brinkie,<br />
+Eye, eye, winkie,<br />
+Mouth, mouth, merry,<br />
+Cheek, Cheek, Cherry,<br />
+Chin chopper, chin chopper.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p237" id="p237"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare,<br />
+If the horse wont be shod, let him go bare.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p238" id="p238"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Lady-bird, Lady-bird,<br />
+Fly away home,<br />
+Your house is on fire,<br />
+Your children will burn.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p239" id="p239"></a></p>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 18em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">1, 2, 3, 4, 5,</span><br />
+I caught a hare alive.<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 1em;">6, 7, 8, 9, 10,</span><br />
+I let her go again.<br /></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p240" id="p240"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/img_049_b2.jpg" width="250" height="176" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em;">Hush-a-bye, baby,<br />
+Daddy is near;<br />
+Mamma is a lady,<br />
+And that&#8217;s very clear.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p241" id="p241"></a></p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 18em;">Cross patch,<br />
+  Draw the latch,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Sit by the fire and spin;</span><br />
+  Take a cup,<br />
+  And drink it up,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And call your neighbors in.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p242" id="p242"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px; margin-left: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img_049_b3.jpg" width="200" height="189" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">Bow-wow-wow,<br />
+Whose dog art thou?<br />
+Little Tom Tucker&#8217;s dog,<br />
+Bow-wow-wow.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p243" id="p243">[Pg 50]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_050_a1.jpg" width="400" height="291" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,<br />
+Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;<br />
+All the king&#8217;s horses, and all the king&#8217;s men<br />
+Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p244" id="p244"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The Queen of Hearts<br />
+She made some tarts,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All on a summer&#8217;s day;</span><br />
+The Knave of Hearts,<br />
+He stole the tarts,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And took them clean away.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The King of Hearts<br />
+Called for the tarts,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And beat the Knave full sore;</span><br />
+The Knave of Hearts<br />
+Brought back the tarts,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And vow&#8217;d he&#8217;d Steal no more.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p245" id="p245"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img_050_a2.jpg" width="250" height="236" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-top: 5em;">Naughty Willey Bell<br />
+  Fell into the well,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Though Mamma told him not to move its cover;</span><br />
+  For this stubborn little elf<br />
+  Only chose to please himself,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Looking in, he turned giddy, and fell over.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px; margin-top: 3em; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img_050_a3.jpg" width="250" height="209" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 23em; margin-top: 8em;">But the gardener heard him shout,<br />
+  And with assistance got him out;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">You never saw a boy in such a mess;</span><br />
+  In future he will find<br />
+  Mamma he&#8217;d better mind,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Nor again ever cause her such distress.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p246" id="p246"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 149px; margin-left: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img_050_b1.jpg" width="149" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p>The queen of hearts<br />
+  She made some tarts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">All on a summer&#8217;s day;</span><br />
+  The knave of hearts<br />
+  He stole those tarts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And with them ran away:</span><br />
+  The king of hearts<br />
+  Call&#8217;d for those tarts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And beat the knave full sore;</span><br />
+  The knave of hearts<br />
+  Brought back those tarts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And said he&#8217;d ne&#8217;er steal more.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 143px; margin-right: 4em;">
+<img src="images/img_050_b2.jpg" width="143" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 17em;">The king of spades<br />
+  He kiss&#8217;d the maids,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Which vex&#8217;d the queen full sore;</span><br />
+  The queen of spades<br />
+  She beat those maids,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And turned them out of door:</span><br />
+  The knave of spades<br />
+  Grieved for those jades,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And did for them implore;</span><br />
+  The queen so gent,<br />
+  She did relent,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And vow&#8217;d she&#8217;d ne&#8217;er strike more.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 149px; margin-left: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img_050_b3.jpg" width="149" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p>The king of clubs<br />
+  He often drubs<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">His loving queen and wife;</span><br />
+  The queen of clubs<br />
+  Returns him snubs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And all is noise and strife:</span><br />
+  The knave of clubs<br />
+  Gives winks and rubs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And swears he&#8217;ll take her part;</span><br />
+  For when our kings<br />
+  Will do such things,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">They should be made to smart.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 136px; margin-right: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img_050_b4.jpg" width="136" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 17em;">The diamond king<br />
+  I fain would sing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And likewise his fair queen;</span><br />
+  But that the knave,<br />
+  A haughty slave,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Must needs step in between:</span><br />
+  &ldquo;Good diamond king,<br />
+  With hempen string<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">This haughty knave destroy;</span><br />
+  Then may your queen,<br />
+  With mind serene,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Your royal love enjoy.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p247" id="p247">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img_051_a1.jpg" width="350" height="255" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,<br />
+To buy some meat to put in the pot;<br />
+Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side,<br />
+If it hadn&#8217;t been killed, it must have died.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p248" id="p248"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 205px; margin-left: 8em;">
+<img src="images/img_051_a2.jpg" width="205" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 9em;">The North Wind doth blow,<br />
+And we shall have snow,<br />
+And what will poor Robin do then?</p>
+
+<p>He will hop to a barn,<br />
+And to keep himself warm,<br />
+Will hide his head under his wing,<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Poor thing!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Away, pretty Robin, fly home to your nest,<br />
+To make you my captive I still should like best,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And feed you with worms and with bread:</span><br />
+Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft,<br />
+Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And your breast is all cover&#8217;d with red.</span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p249" id="p249"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in,<br />
+Now I am a great boy and fit to serve the king;<br />
+I can handle a musket, I can smoke a pipe,<br />
+I can kiss a pretty girl at ten o&#8217;clock at night.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p250" id="p250"></a></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Mary had a pretty bird,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feathers bright and yellow,</span><br />
+Slender legs, upon my word<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a pretty fellow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The sweetest notes he always sung,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which much delighted Mary,</span><br />
+And often where the cage was hung,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She stood to hear Canary.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p251" id="p251"></a></p>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 12em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She opened the bag, he was out in a minute,</span><br />
+The Cat saw him jump, and run under the table,<br />
+And the dog said, catch him, puss, soon as you&#8217;re able.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><a name="p252" id="p252"></a></p>
+<h3>MAJA&#8217;S ALPHABET.</h3>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+A <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Ann, who is milking a cow;</span><br />
+B <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Benjamin, making a bow.</span><br />
+C <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Charlotte, gathering flowers;</span><br />
+D <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s for Dick, who is one of the mowers.</span><br />
+E <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Eliza, feeding a hen;</span><br />
+F <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Frank, who is mending his pen.</span><br />
+G <span style="margin-left: .4em;">&#8217;s for Georgiana, shooting an arrow;</span><br />
+H <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Harry, wheeling a barrow.</span><br />
+I <span style="margin-left: .8em;">&#8217;s for Isabella, gathering fruit;</span><br />
+J <span style="margin-left: .8em;">is for John, who is playing the flute.</span><br />
+K <span style="margin-left: .3em;">&#8217;s for Kate, who is nursing her dolly;</span><br />
+L <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Lawrence, feeding Poor Polly.</span><br />
+M <span style="margin-left: .3em;">is for Maja, learning to draw;</span><br />
+N <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Nicholas, with a jackdaw.</span><br />
+O <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s for Octavius, riding a goat;</span><br />
+P <span style="margin-left: .7em;">&#8217;s for Penelope, sailing a boat.</span><br />
+Q <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Quintus, armed with a lance;</span><br />
+R <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Rachel, learning to dance.</span><br />
+S <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s for Sarah, talking to the cook;</span><br />
+T <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Thomas, reading a book.</span><br />
+U <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s for Urban, rolling on the green;</span><br />
+V <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s named Victoria, after the Queen.</span><br />
+W <span style="margin-left: .3em;">is for Walter, flying a kite;</span><br />
+X <span style="margin-left: .5em;">is for Xerxes, a boy of great might.</span><br />
+Y <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s for Miss Youthful, eating her bread;</span><br />
+               <span style="margin-left: 6em;">AND</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img_051_b1.jpg" width="400" height="230" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Z <span style="margin-left: .5em;">&#8217;s for Zouave, gone to the War.</span></p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 95%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 78px;">
+<a href="images/img_052.jpg">
+<img src="images/img_052_th.jpg" width="78" height="100" alt="image" title="" /></a>
+</div>
+
+<div class="box2">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg 52]</span></p>
+
+<h4>BEAUTIFUL PICTURE BOOKS</h4>
+<h2>FOR THE YOUNG.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><em>PRINTED IN OIL COLORS.</em></p>
+
+<div class="boxlft">
+
+<p class="center"><strong>37 Cents each.</strong><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.25em;">BIG PICTURE SERIES.</span><br />
+SIX KINDS.</p>
+
+<p>Mother Hubbard&#8217;s Dog.<br />
+The Three Good Friends&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em; font-size: .8em;">Lillie, Carrie and Floss.</span><br />
+The Three little Kittens.<br />
+Four-footed Friends and Favorites.<br />
+Cock Robin.<br />
+Tit, Tiny and Tittens,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em; font-size: .8em;">The Three White Kittens.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 95%; color: black; margin-top: -.5em;" />
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1.5em;"><strong>PLAIN 15 Cents. Colored 25 Cents.</strong><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.25em;">HALF HOURS WITH THE BIBLE.</span></p>
+
+<p>Entirely New Series of Bible Histories for the<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young. Illustrations by H. W. Herrick.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Square, 32 pages. Six Kinds.</span></p>
+
+<p>The Creation of the World and the Deluge.<br />
+Joseph and His Brethren.<br />
+Jesus our Saviour.<br />
+Story of the Apostles.<br />
+Jesus our Example.<br />
+The Good Children of the Bible.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 5em; font-size: .8em;">Six others in Preparation.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 95%; color: black; margin-top: -.5em;" />
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1.5em;"><strong>25 Cents each.</strong><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.25em;">AUNT LULU&#8217;S SERIES.</span></p>
+
+<p>Each containing 32 Colored Pictures. The<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">most Instructing and Entertaining Series</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made. Six Kinds.</span></p>
+
+<p>Hop o&#8217; My Thumb, and other Tales.<br />
+Robber Kitten,  <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">&ldquo;</span>  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span><br />
+Tom the Thief,  <span style="margin-left: 4.7em;">&ldquo;</span>  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span><br />
+Little Bo-Peep,  <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">&ldquo;</span>  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span><br />
+Heedless Johnny,  <span style="margin-left: 3.8em;">&ldquo;</span>  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span><br />
+Pauline and the Matches,  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span>  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="boxrht">
+
+<p class="center"><strong>37 Cents each.</strong><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.25em;">THE FAVORITE SERIES.</span><br />
+SIX KINDS.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Eight Illustrations by J. H. Howard.<br />
+Strong board Covers.</p>
+
+<p>Baby&#8217;s Birthday.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em; font-size: .8em;">And How it Was Spent.</span><br />
+Mary&#8217;s New Doll.<br />
+When the Cat&#8217;s Away, the Mice will Play.<br />
+Lost on the Sea Shore.<br />
+The Children&#8217;s Favorites.<br />
+Rhymes and Jingles.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 95%; color: black; margin-top: -.5em;" />
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1.5em;"><strong>15 Cents each.</strong><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.25em;">MOTHER GOOSE.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">New Style. Cut out the Shape of the Old<br />
+Lady. Beautifully Illustrated and<br />
+Printed in Oil Colors.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 95%; color: black; margin-top: -.5em;" />
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1.5em;"><strong>New 25 Cent Books.</strong></p>
+
+<p class="center">Each Containing 48 Pictures. Printed in<br />
+Oil colors, 18mo. Stiff board covers.</p>
+
+<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">SUSIE SUNSHINE&#8217;S</span> <span style="margin-left: 2.8em;">Story Book.</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.2em;">FAIRY MOONBEAM&#8217;S</span>   <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">&ldquo;</span>   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.2em;">PETER PRIM&#8217;S</span>   <span style="margin-left: 7.4em;">&ldquo;</span>   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.2em;">LITTLE SLOVENLY PETER</span>   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span>   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 95%; color: black; margin-top: -.5em;" />
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1.5em;"><strong>Plain 25 Cents.&mdash;Colored 37 Cents.</strong><br />
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+
+<hr style="width: 95%; color: black; margin-top: -.5em;" />
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1.5em;"><span style="font-size: 1.25em;">MOTHER GOOSE.</span><br />
+Large 16mo. 96 Pages. 100 Illustrations.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%; margin-top: -1em; color: black;" />
+
+<p class="sml" style="margin-top: -2.5em;">Together with the largest assortment of Toy Books, Paper Dolls, Games,
+&amp;c., to be found in the Country.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>McLOUGHLIN BROS., Manufacturers, 30 Beekman St., N. Y.</strong></p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Aunt Kitty's Stories, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Aunt Kitty's Stories
+
+Author: Various
+
+Illustrator: J. H. Howard
+
+Release Date: March 12, 2008 [EBook #24760]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AUNT KITTY'S STORIES ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Anne Storer and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net.
+(This file was made using scans of public domain works in the 
+International Children's Digital Library.)
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Note: Table of Contents added.
+Where the poem is unnamed, the first line has
+been used and noted in lowercase ...
+Titled poems in uppercase.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+                  AUNT KITTY'S
+                    STORIES.
+
+               175 Illustrations.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+                   CONTENTS
+
+     Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep
+     Hickety, pickety, my black hen
+     Dickery, dickery, dare
+     Driddlety drum, driddlety drum
+     A little pig found a fifty dollar note
+     This is the way the ladies go
+     THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN
+     A carrion crow sat on an oak
+     What a pretty bunch of flowers
+     This goose got in the house
+     THE ROBIN IN WINTER
+     FOUR LITTLE BOYS
+     THE LITTLE FISH THAT WOULD NOT DO AS IT WAS BID
+     THOUGHTLESS JULIA
+     YOUNG SOLDIERS
+     LEARNING BY HEART
+     IMPROVEMENT
+     THE LITTLE COWARD
+     IDLE CHILDREN
+     THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER
+     A VERY GOOD BOY
+     THE PLUM CAKE
+     THE GIDDY GIRL
+     THE FLOWER AND THE LITTLE MISS
+     THE KITE
+     Simple Simon met a pieman
+     I had a little hobby horse
+     He that would thrive
+     Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+     A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare
+     Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
+     Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+     Little Miss Muffett
+     Eggs, butter, cheese, bread
+     Rain, rain
+     Tom he was a Pi-per's son
+     I had a little dog, they called him Buff
+     Molly, my sister, and I fell out
+     Solomon Grundy
+     Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy
+     Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom
+     Mary had a pretty bird
+     Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn
+     I had a lit-tle po-ny
+     Pe-ter White
+     See, see. What shall I see?
+     I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen
+     Ride a cock horse
+     Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings
+     I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep
+     This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket
+     One misty, moisty morning
+     Father Short came down the lane
+     There was an old woman had three sons
+     Hink, minx! the old witch winks
+     CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS
+     THE SQUIRREL
+     THE SHEEP
+     A PRESENT FOR ALFRED
+     THE FAIRING
+     THE GOOD BOY
+     MISS SOPHIA
+     PRETTY PUSS
+     POLITENESS
+     MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE
+     A FINE THING
+     SLEEPY TOM
+     SANDY
+     THE CARE OF BIRDS
+     WILLIE WINKIE
+     COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED
+     DOG POMPEY
+     MISS PEGGY
+     THE BIRD
+     THE SETTING SUN
+     GOOD MAMA
+     GOOD LITTLE FRED
+     THE DIZZY GIRL
+     NEAT LITTLE CLARA
+     HINTY, MINTY
+     Come here, my bonnie
+     CARELESS MARIA
+     THE PARROT
+     WHY EMMA IS LOVED
+     THE GOOD SCHOLAR
+     NAUGHTY SAM
+     Two legs sat upon three legs
+     As I was going up primrose Hill
+     There was an old man of Tobago
+     Pease pudding hot
+     When I was a ba-che-lor, I liv-ed by my-self
+     To market, to market, to buy a fat pig
+     Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
+     Old King Cole
+     High diddle doubt, my candle's out
+     Bat, bat, come under my hat
+     I'll tell you story
+     My little old man and I fell out
+     Little Tommy Grace
+     Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?
+     Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er
+     There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile
+     The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown
+     Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T's
+     A little boy went into a barn
+     If all the world were water
+     Jack be nimble
+     Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?
+     Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep
+     Is John Smith with-in?
+     Old Mother Goose
+     One, two, buckle my shoe
+     Jack Sprat could eat no fat
+     See a pin and pick it up
+     Leg over leg
+     There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe
+     There was an old woman
+     We are all in the dumps
+     Hot cross buns, hot cross buns
+     See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw
+     Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men
+     Little Nancy Etticote
+     See saw, sacradown, sacradown
+     There was a Piper had a Cow
+     Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye
+     A diller, a dollar
+     Bye, baby bumpkin
+     As I was going to sell my eggs
+     Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop
+     Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+     Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail
+     Ding, dong, darrow
+     Pit, pat, well-a-day
+     Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner
+     Lit-tle Tom Tuck-er
+     Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
+     A dog and a cat went out together
+     Little Polly Flinders
+     Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail
+     A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree
+     Bless you, bless you, bonny bee
+     One day, an old cat and her kittens
+     Doctor Foster went to Gloster
+     John Cook had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum!
+     Dingty, diddlety, my mammy's maid
+     A horse and cart
+     Who ever saw a rabbit
+     Boys and girls, come out to play
+     Jog on, jog on, the footpath way
+     Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top
+     DINNER
+     THE NEW DOLL
+     GETTING UP
+     THE LINNET'S NEST
+     PLAYING WITH FIRE
+     GRATEFUL LUCY
+     RUN AND PLAY
+     THE CUT
+     SLEEPY HARRY
+     BREAKFAST AND PUSS
+     FRIGHTENED BY A COW
+     THE DUNCE OF A KITTEN
+     SENSIBLE CHARLES
+     PUT DOWN THE BABY
+     DIRTY HANDS
+     FRANCES AND HENRY
+     POISONOUS FRUIT
+     DRESSED OR UNDRESSED
+     BAPTISM IN CHURCH
+     THE PET LAMB
+     Be you to others kind and true
+     HYMN
+     TIME TO RISE
+     FOR NANNIE
+     THE PUSSY CAT
+     Give to the Father praise
+     THE FROLICSOME KITTEN
+     PENANCE FOR BEATING A BROTHER
+     THE NEW BOOK
+     THE DOG
+     THE COW
+     THE BUTTERFLY
+     There was an old wo-man tos-sed up in a bas-ket
+     To make your candles last for a'
+     A milking, a milking, my maid
+     Old father Grey Beard
+     There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
+     Bye, baby bunting
+     Away Birds, away!
+     Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep
+     One mis-ty morn-ing
+     Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John
+     Swan, swan, over the sea
+     I had a lit-tle Hus-band, no big-ger than my thumb
+     Ma-ry, Ma-ry, quite con-tra-ry
+     Hey, my kit-ten, my kit-ten
+     Here we go up, up, up
+     Some lit-tle mice sat in a barn to spin
+     Ding, dong, bell, Pus-sy's in the well
+     As I was going along, long, long
+     Dance a baby diddit
+     Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you, don't cry
+     Jack Spratt's pig
+     The man in the moon
+     There was an old wo-man, and what do you think?
+     A Frog he would a-wooing go
+     Here am I, little jumping Joan
+     Jack and Gill went up the hill
+     Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, where have you been?
+     GOOD NIGHT
+     HOT APPLE PIE
+     LUCY AND DICKY
+     THE FAIRY MAN
+     COME PLAY IN THE GARDEN
+     THE UMBRELLA
+     NO BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER
+     CLEVER LITTLE THOMAS
+     SULKING
+     GIVING WITH PRUDENCE
+     THE FIELD DAISY
+     THE MOUSE
+     SHORT ADVICE
+     LEARNING TO GO ALONE
+     CHARITY
+     FOR A LITTLE GIRL THAT DID NOT LIKE TO BE WASHED
+     THE SNOW BALL
+     Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time
+     There was a lit-tle man, and he had a lit-tle gun
+     Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town
+     Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion
+     Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?
+     Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
+     When good King Arthur ruled his land
+     As I went to Bonner
+     Pitty Patty Polt
+     Brow, brow, brinkie
+     Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare
+     Lady-bird, Lady-bird
+     1, 2, 3, 4, 5
+     Hush-a-bye, baby
+     Cross patch
+     Bow-wow-wow
+     Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall
+     The Queen of Hearts
+     Naughty Willey Bell
+     The queen of hearts
+     To market, to market, a gallop, a trot
+     The North Wind doth blow
+     When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in
+     Mary had a pretty bird
+     Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it
+     MAJA'S ALPHABET
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration: "_Little Bo-peep and her sheep, before she lost them._"]
+
+Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+  And cannot tell where to find 'em;
+Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+  And bring their tails behind 'em.
+
+Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+  And dreamt she heard them bleating;
+When she awoke, she found it a joke,
+  For still they all were fleeting.
+
+Then up she took her little crook,
+  Determined for to find them;
+She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+  For they'd left their tails behind them.
+
+It happen'd one day, as Bo-peep did stray
+  Unto a meadow hard by--
+There she espied their tails side by side,
+  All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
+  And over the hillocks she raced;
+And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+  That each tail should be properly placed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
+She lays good eggs for gentlemen;
+Gentlemen come every day,
+To see what my black hen doth lay.
+
+
+
+
+Dickery, dickery, dare,
+The pig flew up in the air,
+The man in brown soon brought him down.
+Dickery, dickery, dare.
+
+
+
+
+Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
+There you see the beggars are come:
+Some are here and some are there,
+And some are gone to Chidley fair.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A little pig found a fifty dollar note,
+  And purchased a hat and a very fine coat,
+With trowsers, and stockings, and shoes;
+  Cravat, and shirt-collar, and gold-headed cane;
+Then proud as could be, did he march up the lane,
+  Says he, I shall hear all the news.
+
+
+
+
+This is the way the ladies go--
+                   Nim, nim, nim.
+This is the way the gentlemen go--
+                   Trot, trot, trot.
+This is the way the hunters go--
+                   Gallop, gallop, gallop.
+
+
+
+
+THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.
+
+
+It was on a merry time, when Jenny Wren was young,
+So neatly as she danced, and so sweetly as she sung,--
+
+Robin Redbreast lost his heart--he was a gallant bird;
+He doff'd his hat to Jenny, and thus to her he said:--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"My dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
+You shall dine on cherry-pie, and drink nice currant-wine.
+
+"I'll dress you like a Goldfinch, or like a Peacock gay;
+So if you'll have me, Jenny, let us appoint the day."
+
+Jenny blushed behind her fan, and thus declared her mind,
+"Then let it be to-morrow, Bob; I take your offer kind.
+
+"Cherry pie is very good! so is currant-wine!
+But I will wear my brown gown, and never dress too fine."
+
+Robin rose up early, at the break of day;
+He flew to Jenny Wren's house, to sing a roundelay.
+
+He met Cock and Hen, and bade the Cock declare,
+This was his wedding-day with Jenny Wren the fair.
+
+The Cock then blew his horn, to let the neighbors know,
+This was Robin's wedding-day, and they might see the show.
+
+And first came Parson Rook, with his spectacles and band;
+And one of Mother Goose's books, he held within his hand.
+
+Then follow'd him the Lark, for he could sweetly sing,
+And he was to be clerk at Cock Robin's wedding.
+
+He sung of Robin's love for little Jenny Wren;
+And when he came unto the end, then he began again.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The Bullfinch walk'd by Robin, and thus to him did say,
+"Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast, that Goldfinch dress'd so gay;--
+
+"What though her gay apparel becomes her very well;
+Yet Jenny's modest dress and look must bear away the bell!"
+
+Then came the Bride and Bridegroom; quite plainly was she dress'd,
+And blush'd so much, her cheeks were as red as Robin's breast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But Robin cheer'd her up; "My pretty Jen," said he,
+"We're going to be married, and happy we shall be."
+
+The Goldfinch came on next, to give away the Bride;
+The Linnet, being bride's-maid, walk'd by Jenny's side.
+
+And as she was a-walking, said, "Upon my word,
+I think that your Cock Robin is a very pretty bird!"
+
+"And will you have her, Robin, to be your wedded wife?"
+"Yes, I will," says Robin, "and love her all my life."
+
+"And you will have him, Jenny, your husband now to be?"
+"Yes, I will," says Jenny, "and love him heartily."
+
+The Blackbird and the Thrush, and charming Nightingale,
+Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes through every grove and dale;--
+
+The Sparrow and Tom Tit, and many more, were there:
+All came to see the wedding of Jenny Wren the fair.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Oh, then," says Parson Rook, "who gives this maid away?"
+"I do," says the Goldfinch, "and her fortune I will pay;--
+
+"Here's a bag of grain of many sorts, and other things beside;
+Now happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!"
+
+Then on her finger fair, Cock Robin put the ring;
+"You're married now," says Parson Rook; while the Lark aloud did sing,--
+
+"Happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!
+And may not man, nor bird, nor beast, this happy pair divide."
+
+The birds were ask'd to dine; not Jenny's friends alone,
+But every pretty songster that had Cock Robin known.
+
+They had a cherry-pie, besides some currant-wine,
+And every guest brought something, that sumptuous they might dine.
+
+Now they all sat or stood, to eat and to drink;
+And every one said what he happen'd to think.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They each took a bumper, and drank to the pair,
+Cock Robin the Bridegroom, and Jenny the fair.
+
+The dinner-things removed, they all began to sing;
+And soon they made the place near a mile round to ring.
+
+The concert it was fine; and every bird tried
+Who best should sing for Robin, and Jenny Wren the Bride.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When, in came the Cuckoo, and made a great rout;
+He caught hold of Jenny, and pull'd her about.
+
+Cock Robin was angry, and so was the Sparrow,
+Who fetch'd in a hurry his bow and his arrow.
+
+His aim then he took, but he took it not right;
+His skill was not good, or he shot in a fright;--
+
+For the Cuckoo he miss'd,--but Cock Robin he kill'd!
+And all the birds mourn'd that his blood was so spill'd.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A carrion crow sat on an oak,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
+Watching a tailor shape his coat!
+  Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
+
+Wife, bring me my old beat bow,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
+That I may shoot yon carrion crow,
+  Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
+
+The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
+And shot the miller's sow right through the heart;
+  Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
+
+Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon;
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
+For the old miller's sow is in a swoon;
+  Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+  Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+What a pretty bunch of flowers
+  Little Annie's got
+Did they grow in the meadows,
+  Or in a flower-pot?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They grew in the wood,
+  In the deep, deep shade,
+Where little Annie plucked them,
+  And this nose-gay made.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This goose got in the house,
+  He'd the courage of a mouse,
+So he quacked, and he hissed at the kitten;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  But as she stood at bay,
+  He quickly ran away;
+Afraid of being scratched as well as bitten.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE ROBIN IN WINTER.
+
+
+Little Robin, welcome here,
+Welcome to my frugal cheer;
+Winter chills thy mossy bed,
+Come then daily, and be fed.
+
+Little Robin, fear no harm,
+Dread not here the least alarm;
+All will share with you their bread,
+Come then daily, and be fed.
+
+Little Robin, let thy song
+Now and then thy stay prolong;
+We will give thee food instead,
+Come then daily, and be fed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FOUR LITTLE BOYS.
+
+
+Come, let us play,
+Said Tommy Gay;
+Well, then, What at
+Said Simon Pratt;
+At trap and ball,
+Said Neddy Hall;
+Well, so we will,
+Said Billy Gill.
+
+For cakes I'll play,
+Said Tommy Gay;
+I'm one for that,
+Said Simon Pratt;
+I'll bring them all,
+Said Neddy Hall;
+And I'll sit still,
+Said Billy Gill.
+
+What a hot day,
+Said Tommy Gay;
+Then let us chat,
+Said Simon Pratt;
+On yonder hill,
+Said Billy Gill;
+Aye, one and all,
+Said Neddy Hall.
+
+Come with me, pray,
+Said Tommy Gay;
+Trust me for that,
+Said Simon Pratt;
+They eat them all,
+Gay, Pratt, and Hall;
+And all were ill,
+But Billy Gill.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The Little Fish that would not do as it was bid.
+
+
+Dear mother, said a little Fish,
+  Pray, is not that a fly?
+I'm very hungry, and I wish
+  You'd let me go and try.
+
+Sweet innocent, the mother cried,
+  And started from her nook,
+That horrid fly is put to hide
+  The sharpness of the hook!
+
+Now, as I've heard, this little Trout
+  Was young and foolish too,
+And so he thought he'd venture out,
+  To see if it were true.
+
+And round about the hook he played,
+  With many a longing look,
+And, Dear me, to himself he said
+  I'm sure, that's not a _hook_.
+
+I can but give one little pluck:
+  Let's see; and so I will.
+So on he went, and lo, it stuck
+  Quite through his little gill.
+
+And as he faint and fainter grew,
+  With hollow voice he cried,
+Dear mother, if I'd minded you,
+  I need not now have died.
+
+
+
+
+Thoughtless Julia.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Julia did in the window stand;
+  Mama then sitting by,
+Saw her put out her little hand,
+  And try to catch a fly.
+
+O do not hurt the pretty thing,
+  Her prudent mother said;
+Crush not its leg or feeble wing,
+  So beautifully made.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+YOUNG SOLDIERS.
+
+
+Hey, rub-a-dub, dub! here come the boys,
+  For the Soldiers all make way;
+Young Robinet at their head is set
+  All dressed as warrior gay.
+
+See how he swings his bright tin sword,
+  To his followers behind;
+While from his cap a squirrel's tail
+  Flies streaming in the wind.
+
+This is good fun, my merry boys,
+  To see you I am glad;
+But mind you, in reality,
+  War is a business bad.--
+
+Here's old Ben Bolt, a soldier brave,
+  Who lost his legs in war;
+With crutch and cane, he hobbles 'round
+  And shows you many a scar.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In scenes of fearful blood and strife,
+  Ah! many low are lain,
+And many a young and gallant heart
+  Is numbered with the slain.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LEARNING BY HEART.
+
+
+'Tis time that my baby should learn
+  What so oft he has heard, to repeat,
+So shall he some sugar-plums earn;
+  Then let us begin, my Sweet.
+
+For baby is three years old,
+  And has senses and memory too,
+A great many things he's been told,
+  And he can remember a few.
+
+He can tell me, I know, a few things,
+  Of the garden, the sky, and the weather;
+That a bird has two legs and two wings,
+  But he cannot say ten lines together.
+
+Then let us, my baby, begin,
+  And try these few lines here to learn,
+It will not be a difficult thing,
+  And then he'll some sugar-plums earn.
+
+
+
+
+IMPROVEMENT.
+
+
+Another story, Mother dear,
+  Did young Maria say;
+You read so nice, so loud and clear,--
+  Another story, pray.
+
+I love that book, I do indeed,
+  So take it up again;
+I think I _see_ the things you read,
+  You make it all so plain.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+What would I give to read like you,
+  Why nothing comes amiss!
+O, any thing I'll gladly do,
+  If you will teach me this.
+
+Maria, then, must learn to spell,
+  If she would read like me;
+She soon may learn to read as well;
+  O, that I will, said she.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE LITTLE COWARD.
+
+
+Why here's a foolish little man!
+  Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can:
+And Cat and Dog, and Cow and Calf
+  Come, ev'ry one of you and laugh!
+
+For, only think, he runs away,
+  If honest Donkey does but bray;
+And when the Bull begins to bellow
+  He's like a crazy little fellow!
+
+  Poor Brindle Cow can hardly pass
+  Along the hedge to nip the grass,
+  Or wag her tail to lash the flies,
+  But off the little booby hies!
+
+  And when old Tray comes running too,
+  With bow, wow, wow, for how d'ye do,
+  And means it all for civil play,
+  'Tis sure to make him run away!
+
+  But all the while you're thinking, may be
+  Ah! well, but this must be a baby.
+  O, cat and dog, and cow and calf,
+  I'm not surpris'd to see you laugh,
+  He's five years old, and almost half!
+
+
+
+
+Idle Children.
+
+
+Children who with idle habits
+  From the school-room haste away,
+Wishing out of doors to ramble
+  Ere they do their lessons say--
+
+They shall have no tasks or reading,
+  But they must to school be sent,
+Because they are a bad life leading,
+  And this shall be their punishment.
+
+But those who quickly say their lessons,
+  By mama shall still be taught,
+And afterwards, nice stories telling,
+  Shall hear the books papa has bought.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER.
+
+
+Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
+  Your little sister dear;
+I must not have such things as this,
+  Nor noisy quarrels hear.
+
+What! little children scold and fight,
+  That ought to be so mild;
+O Mary, 'tis a shocking sight
+  To see an angry child.
+
+I can't imagine, for my part,
+  The reason of your folly:
+As if she did you any hurt,
+  By playing with your dolly!
+
+See, how the little tears do run
+  Fast from her watery eye;
+Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
+  'Twill do no good to cry.
+
+Go, Mary, wipe her tears away,
+  And make it up with kisses;
+And never turn a pretty play
+  To such a pet as this is.
+
+
+
+
+A VERY GOOD BOY.
+
+
+Mama, my head (poor William said)
+  So very badly aches,
+Tell Brother there, I cannot bear
+  The tiresome noise he makes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I'm sure, said John, if I had known,
+  Dear Brother, you were ill,
+I would have read, or drawn, instead,
+  And have remain'd quite still.
+
+Good boys, said she, O ever be
+  Thus kind to one another;
+I am, my dear, much pleased to hear
+  Your answer to your Brother.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PLUM CAKE.
+
+
+Let us buy,
+Said Sally Fry;
+Something nice,
+Said Betsy Price;
+What shall it be?
+Said Kitty Lee;
+A nice plum cake,
+Said Lucy Wake.
+
+A piece for me,
+Said Kitty Lee;
+A slice I'll take,
+Said Lucy Wake;
+Give me a slice,
+Said Betsy Price;
+All by-and-by,
+Said Sally Fry.
+
+I'll save some cake,
+Said Lucy Wake;
+And so will I,
+Said Sally Fry;
+Well, I'll agree,
+Said Kitty Lee;
+'Twill do for twice,
+Said Betsy Price.
+
+A piece with ice,
+Said Betsy Price;
+I'll put some by,
+Said Sally Fry;
+The third for me,
+Said Kitty Lee;
+The fourth I'll take
+Said Lucy Wake.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE GIDDY GIRL.
+
+
+Miss Helen was always too giddy to heed
+  What her mother had told her to shun;
+For frequently, over the street in full speed,
+  She would cross where the carriages run.
+
+And out she would go to a very deep well,
+  To look at the water below;
+How naughty! to run to a dangerous well,
+  Where her mother forbade her to go!
+
+One morning, intending to take but one peep,
+  Her foot slipt away from the ground;
+Unhappy misfortune! the water was deep,
+  And giddy Miss Helen was drown'd.
+
+
+
+
+THE FLOWER AND THE LITTLE MISS.
+
+About getting up.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Pretty Flower, tell me why
+   All your leaves do open wide,
+Every morning, when on high
+   The noble sun begins to ride?
+
+This is why, my lady fair,
+   If you would the reason know,
+For betimes the pleasant air
+   Very cheerfully doth blow.
+
+And the birds on every tree
+   Sing a merry, merry tune;
+And the busy honey bee
+   Comes to suck my sugar soon.
+
+This is all the reason why
+   I my little leaves undo.
+Little Miss, come wake and try,
+   If I have not told you true.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE KITE.
+
+
+  John White
+  Flew his kite,
+On a boisterous day,
+  A gale
+  Broke the tail,
+And it soon flew away.
+
+  And while
+  On a stile,
+He sat sighing and sad,
+  Charley Gray
+  Came that way,
+A good natured lad.
+
+  "Don't cry;
+  Wipe your eye,"
+Said he, "little Jack;
+  Stay here;
+  Never fear,
+And I'll soon bring it back."
+
+  To the stile,
+  With a smile,
+He presently brought
+  The kite,
+  And John White
+Thanked him much, as he ought.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Simple Simon met a pieman,
+  Going to the fair.
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+  "Let me taste your ware."
+
+Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+  "Show me first your penny."
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+  "Indeed, I have not any."
+
+Simple Simon went a-fishing,
+  For to catch a whale;
+All the water he had got,
+  Was in his mother's pail.
+
+Simple Simon went to look
+  If plums grew on a thistle,
+He pricked his fingers very much,
+  Which made poor Simon whistle.
+
+Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,
+  For to catch a hare;
+He rode on a goat about the street,
+  But could not find one there.
+
+He went for water in a sieve
+  But soon it all run through;
+And now poor Simple Simon
+  Bids you all adieu!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I had a little hobby horse,
+   And it was dapple grey,
+Its head was made of pea-straw,
+   Its tail was made of hay.
+I sold it to an old woman
+   For a copper groat;
+And I'll not sing my song again
+   Without a new coat.
+
+
+
+
+      He that would thrive,
+      Must rise at five;
+      He that hath thriven,
+      May lie till seven;
+And he that by the plough would thrive,
+Himself must either hold or drive.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+Stole a pig and away he run;
+The pig was eat,
+And Tom was beat,
+And Tom ran crying down the street.
+
+
+
+
+A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
+          Bumpety bumpety bump,
+With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
+          Lumpety lumpety lump.
+
+A raven cried croak, and they all tumbled down
+          Bumpety bumpety bump;
+The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown,
+          Lumpety lumpety lump.
+
+The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
+          Bumpety bumpety bump,
+And vowed he would serve them the same next day,
+          Lumpety lumpety lump.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
+Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o' hearing.
+Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?
+Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+Lived in a little house;
+He caught fishes
+In other men's ditches.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+   Little Miss Muffett
+   She sat on a tuffett,
+Eating of curds and whey;
+   There came a little spider
+   Who sat down beside her,
+And frightened Miss Muffett away.
+
+
+
+
+Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,
+Stick, stock, stone, dead,
+Stick him up, stick him down,
+Stick him in the old man's crown.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Rain, rain,
+  Go away,
+Come again
+  April day;
+Little Johnny
+Wants to play.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Tom he was a Pi-per's son,
+He learned to play when he was young;
+But all the tunes that he could play,
+Was "O-ver the hills and far away."
+
+Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
+That he pleas-ed both the girls and boys,
+And they all stop-ped to hear him play,
+"O-ver the hills and far a-way."
+
+Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
+That those who heard him could ne-ver stand still;
+When-e-ver they heard him they be-gan to dance,
+Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
+
+He met old Dame Trott with a basket of eggs,
+He u-sed his pipe and she u-sed her legs;
+She danc-ed a-bout till the eggs were all broke,
+She be-gan to fret, but he laugh-ed at the joke.
+
+He saw a cross fel-low was beat-ing an ass,
+Hea-vy la-den with pots, pans, dish-es, and glass;
+He took out his pipe and play-ed them a tune,
+And the Jack-ass's load was light-en-ed full soon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I had a little dog, they called him Buff,
+  I sent him to the shop for a three cents worth of snuff:
+But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,
+  So take that cuff, and that's enough.
+
+
+
+
+Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
+And what do you think it was about?
+She loved coffee, and I loved tea,
+And that was the reason we couldn't agree.
+
+
+
+
+Solomon Grundy,
+Born on a Monday,
+Christened on Tuesday,
+Married on Wednesday,
+Very ill on Thursday,
+Worse on Friday,
+Died on Saturday,
+Buried on Sunday,
+This is the end
+Of Solomon Grundy.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy,
+Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;
+He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
+
+
+
+
+Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom--
+Merry or sober, go to bed Tom.
+
+
+
+
+Mary had a pretty bird,
+  Feathers bright and yellow,
+Slender legs, upon my word
+  He was a pretty fellow.
+The sweetest notes he always sung,
+  Which much delighted Mary,
+And often where the cage was hung,
+  She stood to hear Canary.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn;
+The sheep's in the mea-dow, the cow's in the corn.
+Where's the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?
+He's un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I had a lit-tle po-ny;
+They call-ed him dap-ple grey.
+I lent him to a lady,
+To ride a mile a-way.
+She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,
+She rode him through the mire;
+I would not lend my po-ny now,
+For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Pe-ter White
+  Will ne'er go right,
+Would you know the rea-son why?
+He fol-lows his nose,
+  Wher-ever he goes,
+And that stands all aw-ry.
+
+
+
+
+See, see. What shall I see?
+A horse's head where his tail should be.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
+She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
+She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
+She brought it home in less than an hour,
+She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
+She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ride a cock horse
+To Ban-bu-ry Cross,
+To see lit-tle Jen-ny
+Up-on a white horse.
+Rings on her fin-gers,
+Bells on her toes,
+She shall have mu-sic
+Wher-ever she goes.
+
+
+
+
+Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings;
+Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings.
+Mam-ma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
+Why did you eat the dump-lings?"
+
+
+
+
+I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep.
+She wades the wa-ter, deep, deep, deep;
+She climbs the moun-tains, high, high, high.
+Poor lit-tle thing! she has but one eye.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+1. This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. This lit-tle pig stay-ed at home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+3. This lit-tle pig got roast beef.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+4. This lit-tle pig got none.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+5. This lit-tle pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.
+
+
+
+
+      One misty, moisty morning,
+      When cloudy was the weather,
+I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
+He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
+      How do you do, and how do you do?
+      And how do you do again?
+
+
+
+
+Father Short came down the lane,
+  Oh! I'm obliged to hammer and smite
+  From four in the morning till eight at night,
+For a bad master and a worse dame.
+
+
+
+
+There was an old woman had three sons,
+Jeffery, Jemmy and John;
+Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,
+And Johnny was never more found:
+So there was an end to these three sons,
+Jeffery, Jemmy and John.
+
+
+
+
+Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
+  The fat begins to fry:
+There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
+  Father, mother, and I.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS.
+
+
+What, climb on the back of a chair!
+  O Henry, how can you do so?
+Sometime, if you do not take care,
+  You will get a most terrible throw.
+
+Suppose grand-mama had got up,
+  Pray what had become of you then?
+Indeed, my dear Henry, I hope
+  You never will do so again.
+
+Your poor little teeth may be broke,
+  Or your face get some terrible bruise,
+Indeed, and indeed, 'tis no joke,
+  And you must not do just as you choose.
+
+For suppose there's no danger at all,
+  'Tis your duty to mind what I say;
+So I'll punish you, Henry, next time,
+  You _dare_ my commands disobey.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE SQUIRREL.
+
+
+"The Squirrel is happy, the Squirrel is gay,"
+Little Mary once said to her brother;
+"He has nothing to do, or think of but play,
+And to jump from one bough to another."
+
+The Squirrel, dear Mary, is merry and wise,
+For true wisdom and joy go together;
+He lays up in Summer his Winter supplies,
+And then he don't mind the cold weather.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE SHEEP.
+
+
+Lazy Sheep, pray tell me why
+In the pleasant fields you lie,
+Eating grass and daisies white,
+From the morning till the night?
+Every thing can something do,
+But what kind of use are you?
+
+Nay, my little master, nay,
+Do not serve me so, I pray;
+Don't you see the wool that grows
+On my back, to make your clothes?
+Cold, and very cold you'd get,
+If I did not give you it.
+
+True, it seems a pleasant thing
+To nip the daisies in the spring,
+But many chilly nights I pass
+On the cold and dewy grass,
+Or pick a scanty dinner where
+All the common's brown and bare.
+
+Then the farmer comes at last,
+When the merry spring is past,
+And cuts my woolly coat away,
+To warm you in the winter's day;
+Little master, this is why
+In the pleasant fields I lie.
+
+
+
+
+A PRESENT FOR ALFRED.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Dear Alfred, I've a gift for you,
+  A present from your Aunt;
+A prayer-book. Can you read it through?
+  Said Alfred--No, I can't.
+
+But if I teach you, will you try
+  To learn, and sit quite still?
+And with your utmost power apply?
+  Said Alfred--Yes, I will.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FAIRING.
+
+
+Oh dear! what a beautiful Doll
+  My sister has bought at the fair!
+She says I must call it "Miss Poll,"
+  And make it a bonnet to wear.
+
+O pretty new Doll! it looks fine;
+  Its cheeks are all cover'd with red;
+But, pray, will it always be mine?
+  And, pray, may I take it to bed?
+
+How kind was my sister to buy
+  This Dolly, with hair that will curl!
+Perhaps, if you want to know why,
+  She'll tell you I've been a good girl.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE GOOD BOY.
+
+
+When Philip's good mama was ill,
+The servant begg'd he would be still.
+Because the doctor and the nurse
+Had said that noise would make her worse.
+
+At night, when Philip went to bed,
+He kiss'd mama, and whisp'ring said,
+"My dear mama, I never will
+Make any noise when you are ill."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MISS SOPHIA.
+
+
+Miss Sophy, one fine sunny day,
+Left her work and ran away:
+When soon she reach'd the garden gate,
+Which finding lock'd, she would not wait,
+But tried to climb and scramble o'er
+A gate as high as any door.
+
+Now little girls should never climb,
+And Sophy won't another time,
+For when upon the highest rail
+Her frock was caught upon a nail,
+She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,
+Was hurt and bruis'd--for down she fell.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PRETTY PUSS.
+
+
+Come, pretty Cat!
+  Come here to me!
+I want to pat
+  You on my knee.
+
+Go, naughty Tray!
+  By barking thus,
+You'll drive away,
+  My pretty Puss.
+
+
+
+
+POLITENESS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Good little boys should never say,
+  _I will_, and, _Give me these_;
+O no! that never is the way,
+  But, _Mother, if you please_.
+
+And, _if you please_, to sister Ann,
+  Good boys to say are ready;
+And, _Yes, Sir_, to a gentleman,
+  And, _Yes, Ma'am_, to a lady.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE.
+
+
+Mama, how happy I can be,
+Whilst sitting face to face with thee,
+I hear you gently speak, and see
+            Your needle quickly fly!
+
+'Tis then you teach my little heart
+That virtue is the fairest part,
+And thinking on how good thou art,
+            To be as good I try.
+
+Then speaking of God's awful power,
+His care and kindness every hour,
+I learn to love and to adore
+            This Father in the sky.
+
+And, taught no bad or idle ways,
+I try to gain your love and praise,
+And wonder whilst on you I gaze,
+            Why any fear to die.
+
+Since God's indulgent care is shown,
+In calling each good child his own,
+We'll happy be before his throne,
+            When called up on high.
+
+And there, mama, may I and you
+Love God's commands as here we do,
+And love each other ever too,
+            Together in the sky.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A FINE THING.
+
+
+Who am I, with noble face,
+Shining in a clear blue place?
+If to look at me you try,
+I shall blind your little eye.
+
+When my noble face I show
+Over yonder mountain blue,
+All the clouds away do ride,
+And the dusky night beside.
+
+Then the clear wet dews I dry,
+With the look of my bright eye;
+And the little birds awake,
+Many a merry tune to make.
+
+Cowslips then, and harebells blue,
+And lily-cups their lips undo,
+For they shut themselves up tight,
+All the dark and foggy night.
+
+Then the busy people go,
+Every one his work unto;
+Little girl, when your's is done,
+Guess if I am not the Sun.
+
+
+
+
+SLEEPY TOM.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Get up, little boy,
+You are sleeping too long;
+Your brother is dressed,
+He is singing a song,
+And Tom must be wakened,
+           O, fie!
+
+Come, open the curtains,
+And let in the light;
+For children should only
+Be sleepy at night,
+When stars may be seen
+           In the sky.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SANDY.
+
+
+Wee Sandy in the corner,
+Sits crying on a stool;
+And deep the laddie rues
+Playing truant from the school.
+
+So you'll learn from silly Sandy,
+He's gotten such a fright;
+To do nothing through the day,
+That may cause you tears at night.
+
+Those who will not be advised,
+Are sure to rue ere long;
+And many pains it costs them
+To do the thing that's wrong.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE CARE OF BIRDS.
+
+
+Who gave the bird its feathers bright,
+Its pretty breast to warm;
+In winter's cold to keep it quite
+Preserved from every harm?
+
+Who taught the bird to build its nest
+Of wool, and hay, and moss;
+Who taught it how to weave it best,
+And lay the twigs across?
+
+'Twas God who taught it all the way,
+And gave it power and skill;
+And teaches children when they pray,
+To do His holy will.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+WILLIE WINKIE.
+
+
+Hey! Willie Winkie,
+Are you coming then?
+The cat's singing gay tunes
+To the sleeping hen.
+
+The dog is lying on the floor,
+And does not even peep;
+But here's a wakeful laddie,
+That will not fall asleep.
+
+Anything but sleep, you rogue,
+Glowing like the moon;
+Rattling in a stone jug,
+With an iron spoon.
+
+Rumbling, tumbling all about
+Crowing like a cock;
+Screaming like I don't know what
+Waking sleeping folks.
+
+Hey! Willie Winkie!
+Can't you keep him still,
+Wriggling off a body's knee
+Like a very eel.
+
+That has with sleep a battle,
+Before he's done with play,
+A wee, wee, dumpy, toddling lad
+That runs the livelong day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED.
+
+
+Where's Susan, and Kitty, and Jane?
+  Where's Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?
+O, there they are down in the lane;
+  Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
+
+But Billy is rude and won't come,
+  And Sammy is running too fast;
+Come, dear little children come home,
+  And Billy is coming at last.
+
+I'm glad he remembers what's right,
+  For though he likes sliding on ice,
+He should not be long out of sight,
+  And never want sending for twice.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DOG POMPEY.
+
+
+Come hither little Dog to play,
+And do not go so far away,
+  But stand and beg for food;
+And if your tail I chance to touch,
+You must not snarl so very much,
+  Pray Pompey don't be rude.
+
+The Dog can eat and drink and sleep,
+And help to bring the Cows and Sheep,
+  O, hear how Pompey barks:
+Hark! hark! he says, "Bow Wow! bow wow!"
+Then run away good Pompey now,
+  You'll tire us with your noise.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MISS PEGGY.
+
+
+As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake,
+Which her mother had said she was going to make,
+  A gentleman knock'd at the door!
+He enter'd the parlor and show'd much surprise,
+That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
+  For he never had heard her before.
+
+Miss Peggy asham'd, and to hide her disgrace,
+Took hold of her frock, and quite cover'd her face,
+  For she knew she was naughty just then
+And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
+She promis'd her mother to make no more noise,
+  And kiss'd her again and again.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BIRD.
+
+
+Look, what a pretty Bird I've got!
+In yonder island field 'twas caught;
+Just see its breast and painted wings,
+And listen, John, how sweet it sings.
+
+Do let me keep it, I'll engage
+To mind it safely in this cage;
+And not a moment will I ask
+To idle from my school or task.
+
+I'll feed you well, my pretty Bird,
+With worms and crumbs of bread and seed,
+And no ill-natured cat is here
+To fill your little breast with fear.
+
+Said kind Mama, O do not so,
+But haste, Maria, let it go
+And then among the feathered throng,
+'Twill treat you with its pretty song.
+
+
+
+
+THE SETTING SUN.
+
+
+Papa, the Sun is setting now
+  I see him in the west,
+And all this weary world below
+  May now retire to rest:
+
+Whilst in those countries far beyond,
+  The day begins to break,
+A many a child, and many a bird,
+  Doth now begin to wake.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And when the morning dawns again,
+  The Sun comes to our east,
+Then evening will begin with them,
+  And _they_ to bed will haste.
+
+How very good of God it is,
+  To make the Sun to go
+About this great round world of ours,
+  To light each country so.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GOOD MAMA.
+
+
+Love, come and sit upon my knee,
+And give me kisses, one, two, three,
+And tell me whether you love me,
+                          My baby.
+
+For this I'm sure, that I love you,
+And many, many things I do,
+And all day long I sit and sew
+                          For baby.
+
+And then at night I lay awake,
+Thinking of things that I can make,
+And trouble that I mean to take
+                          For baby.
+
+And when you're good and do not cry
+Nor into wicked passion fly,
+You can't think how papa and I
+                          Love baby.
+
+But, if my little girl should grow
+To be a naughty child, I know
+'Twould grieve mama to serve her so,
+                          My baby.
+
+And when you saw me pale and thin,
+By grieving for my baby's sin,
+I think, you'd wish that you had been
+                          A better baby.
+
+
+
+
+Good Little Fred.
+
+
+When little Fred was call'd to bed
+  He always acted right;
+He kiss'd Mama, and then Papa,
+  And wish'd them both good night.
+
+He made no noise, like naughty boys
+  But quietly up stairs
+Directly went, when he was sent,
+  And always said his prayers.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE DIZZY GIRL.
+
+
+As Frances was playing, and turning around,
+Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;
+  'Twas well that she was not much hurt:
+But, O what a pity! her frock was so soiled,
+That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
+  You had seen her all covered with dirt.
+
+Her mother was sorry, and said, Do not cry,
+And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
+  If you'll promise to turn round no more.
+What, not in the parlor? the little girl said:
+No, not in the parlor; for lately I read,
+  Of a girl who was hurt with the door.
+
+She was playing and turning, until her poor head
+Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled,
+  And I heard Dr. Camomile tell,
+That he put on a plaster, and covered it up,
+Then he gave her some tea, that was bitter to sup,
+  Or perhaps it had never been well.
+
+
+
+
+NEAT LITTLE CLARA.
+
+
+Little Clara, come away,
+Little Clara, come and play;
+Leave your work, Maria's here,
+So come and play with me, my dear.
+
+I will come, and very soon,
+For I always play at noon,
+But must put my work away,
+Ere with you I come and play.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+First my bodkin I must place
+With my needle in their case;
+I like to put them by with care
+And then I always find them there.
+
+There's my cotton, there's my thread,
+Thimble in its little bed;
+All is safe--my box I lock,
+Now I come--'tis twelve o'clock.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+HINTY, MINTY.
+
+
+    Hinty, Minty, Irish maid,
+    Picks roses sweet in briar's shade;
+    On higher briar, by the rock,
+    Are ten Sparrows in a flock,
+    That sit and sing
+    By cooling spring,
+    When shoot one! shoot two!
+    Comes sportsman Tom in jacket blue.
+
+O, U, T--out!--away they go on nimble wings,
+    Over the hills,
+    And through the dells,
+    Where Minty dwells,
+    With many pretty things.
+    Yet strike one! strike two!
+    From out the flock, eight only flew,
+    And two are now but game.
+
+    O, cruel Tom, let birdies be,
+    And blithely sing from bush and tree.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Come here, my bonnie,
+Come here to me;
+Rosy cheeked apples
+You shall have three--
+All full of honey,
+They dropped from the tree,
+Like your bonny self--
+All the sweeter that they're wee.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CARELESS MARIA.
+
+
+Maria was a careless child,
+  And grieved her friends by this:
+    Where'er she went,
+    Her clothes were rent,
+Her hat and bonnet spoiled,
+  A careless little miss.
+
+Her gloves and mits were often lost,
+  Her tippet sadly soiled;
+    You might have seen
+    Where she had been,
+For toys all round were tossed,
+  O what a careless child.
+
+One day her uncle bought a toy,
+  That round and round would twirl,
+    But when he found
+    The littered ground,
+He said, I don't tee-totums buy
+  For such a careless girl.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PARROT.
+
+
+Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries,
+Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies
+  And calls aloud for sack.
+She next instructs him in the kiss,
+'Tis now a little one, like Miss,--
+  And now a hearty smack!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+WHY EMMA IS LOVED.
+
+
+Little Mary call'd Emma, who was just skipping by,
+And she said, little cousin, can you tell me why
+You are loved so much better by people than I?
+
+My face is as clean, and my hair shines like gold,
+And my walk and my dress are as nice to behold,
+Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told.
+
+Ah, Mary, she said, this is all very true,
+But if half as much mischief were I to do,
+Indeed people would love me no better than you.
+
+Your face _is_ as clean, and your hair is as bright,
+Your frock is as tidy, your hands are as white,
+But there's one thing, dear Mary--you seldom do right.
+
+If Mama bids less noise to be made when we play,
+Or desires you be still whilst your lessons you say,
+You never do try these commands to obey.
+
+And when people are talking, you never care how
+You interrupt what they're saying, which is ill-bred, you know,
+And papa has so oft bid us not to do so.
+
+You take grand-mama's pies, you climb on her chair,
+You lay hold of the gowns as you go up the stair,
+And you gather the flowers that on the beds are.
+
+Now I am no taller, nor bigger, you see,
+Yet nobody here is angry with me,
+Because I have learnt so obedient to be.
+
+I mind what mama says, whatever it is,
+And when people are busy take care not to tease,
+But endeavor, as much as I'm able, to please.
+
+Then said Mary to Emma, O now do I see
+Why you are more loved, and more happy than me;
+And we're like mama's tale of the Wasp and the Bee.
+
+I remember it said, little children beware,
+Because like the Wasp if you ill behaved are,
+You will never be loved, if you're ever so fair.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE GOOD SCHOLAR.
+
+
+    Joseph West had been told,
+    That if, when he grew old,
+He had not learnt rightly to spell,
+    Though his writings were good,
+    'Twould be not understood:
+And Joe said, I will learn my task well.
+
+    And he made it a rule
+    To be silent at school,
+And what do you think came to pass?
+    Why he learnt it so fast,
+    That from being the last,
+He soon was the first in the class.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+NAUGHTY SAM.
+
+
+Tom and Charles once took a walk,
+  To see a pretty lamb;
+And, as they went, began to talk
+  Of little naughty Sam.
+
+Who beat his youngest brother, Bill,
+  And threw him in the dirt;
+And when his poor mama was ill,
+  He teas'd her for a squirt.
+
+And I, said Tom, won't play with Sam
+  Although he has a top:
+But here the pretty little lamb
+  To talking put a stop.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Two legs sat upon three legs,
+With one leg in his lap;
+In comes four legs,
+And runs away with one leg;
+Up jumps two legs,
+Catches up three legs,
+Throws it after four legs,
+And makes him bring one leg back.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+As I was going up primrose Hill
+  Primrose Hill was dirty;
+There I met a pretty Miss,
+  And she dropped me a curtsy.
+
+Little Miss, pretty Miss,
+  Blessings light upon you,
+If I had half a crown a day,
+  I'd spend it all upon you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was an old man of Tobago,
+Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago,
+    Till, much to his bliss,
+    His physician said this,
+To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Pease pudding hot,
+  Pease pudding cold,
+Pease pudding in the pot,
+  Nine days old.
+
+Some like it hot,
+  Some like it cold,
+Some like it in the pot,
+  Nine days old.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When I was a ba-che-lor, I liv-ed by my-self.
+And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;
+The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
+That I went to Lon-don, to get my-self a wife.
+
+The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so nar-row,
+I could not get my wife home with-out a wheel-bar-row.
+The wheel-bar-row broke, my wife got a fall,
+Down tum-bled wheel-bar-row, lit-tle wife, and all.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
+Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
+To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
+Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
+
+
+
+
+Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
+  If ever thou mean to thrive.
+Nay, I'll not give my fiddle
+  To any man alive.
+
+If I should give my fiddle,
+  They'll think that I'm gone mad;
+For many a joyful day
+  My fiddle and I have had.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Old King Cole,
+    Was a merry old soul,
+And a merry old soul was he,
+    And he called for his pipe,
+    And he called for his glass,
+And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,
+    And a very fine fiddle had he;
+"Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers,
+    "Oh there's none so rare
+    "As can compare
+"With King Cole and his fiddlers three."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+High diddle doubt, my candle's out,
+  My little maid is not at home;
+Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
+  And fetch my little maid home.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Bat, bat, come under my hat,
+And I'll give you a slice of bacon,
+And when I bake I'll give you a cake,
+If I am not mistaken.
+
+
+
+
+I'll tell you story,
+About John-a-Nory:
+  And now my story's begun.
+I'll tell you another,
+About Jack and his brother,
+  And now my story's done.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+My little old man and I fell out,
+I'll tell you what 'twas all about,
+I had money and he had none,
+And that's the way the noise begun.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Little Tommy Grace
+  Had a pain in his face,
+So bad that he could not learn a letter;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  When in came Dicky Long,
+  Singing such a funny song,
+That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?
+In walks a lit-tle dog-gy, Pus-sy, are you there?
+
+
+
+
+Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er.
+I'll not change my wife for gold or sill-er.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile,
+And he found a crook-ed six-pence a-gainst a crook-ed stile;
+He bought a crook-ed cat, which caught a crook-ed mouse,
+And they all liv-ed to-ge-ther in a lit-tle crook-ed house.
+
+
+
+
+The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown,
+The Li-on beat the U-ni-corn all round a-bout the town.
+Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,
+Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
+
+
+
+
+Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T's
+To tie two Tups to two tall trees,
+To fright-en the ter-ri-ble Thomas a Tat-ta-mus.
+Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A little boy went into a barn,
+  And lay down on some hay;
+An owl came out and flew about,
+  And the little boy ran away.
+
+
+
+
+If all the world were water,
+  And all the water were ink,
+What should we do for bread and cheese?
+  What should we do for drink?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jack be nimble,
+Jack be quick,
+And Jack jump over the candlestick.
+
+
+
+
+Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?
+Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine;
+But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam,
+And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.
+
+
+
+
+Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep,
+They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street;
+In and out, in and out, o-ver the way,
+Oh! says John-ny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Is John Smith with-in?
+Yes, that he is.
+Can he set a shoe?
+Aye, mar-ry, two.
+Here a nail, there a nail,
+Tick, tack, too.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Old Mother Goose,
+  When she wanted to wander,
+Would ride through the air
+  On a very fine gander.
+
+Mother Goose had a house,
+  'Twas built in a wood,
+Where an owl at the door
+  For sentinel stood.
+
+This is her son Jack,
+  A smart-looking lad;
+He is not very good,
+  Nor yet very bad.
+
+She sent him to market,
+  A live goose he bought.
+"Here, mother," says he,
+  "It will not go for nought."
+
+Jack's goose and her gander
+  Grew very fond,
+They'd both eat together,
+  Or swim in one pond.
+
+Jack found one morning,
+  As I have been told,
+His goose had laid him
+  An egg of pure gold.
+
+Jack rode to his mother,
+  The news for to tell;
+She call'd him a good boy,
+  And said it was well.
+
+Jack sold his gold egg
+  To a rogue of a Jew,
+Who cheated him out of
+  The half of his due.
+
+Then Jack went a-courting
+  A lady so gay,
+As fair as the Lily,
+  And sweet as the May.
+
+The Jew and the Squire
+  Came close at his back,
+And began to belabor
+  The sides of poor Jack.
+
+And then the gold egg
+  Was thrown into the sea,
+But Jack he jump'd in,
+  And got it back presently.
+
+The Jew got the goose,
+  Which he vow'd he'd kill,
+Resolving at once
+  His pockets to fill.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jack's mother came in,
+  And caught the goose soon,
+And, mounting its back,
+  Flew up to the moon.
+
+
+
+
+One, two, buckle my shoe;
+Three, four, open the door;
+Five, six, pick up sticks;
+Seven, eight, lay them straight;
+Nine, ten, a good fat hen.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+  His wife could eat no lean;
+And so betwixt them both, you see,
+  They licked the platter clean.
+
+
+
+
+See a pin and pick it up,
+All the day you'll have good luck.
+See a pin and let it lay,
+Bad luck you'll have all the day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Leg over leg,
+As the dog went to Dover,
+When he came to a stile
+Jump he went over.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe,
+She had so ma-ny chil-dren, she didn't know what to do;
+She gave them some broth, with-out any bread,
+She whip-ped them all round, and sent them to bed.
+
+
+
+
+There was an old woman
+  Lived under a hill,
+And if she's not gone
+  She lives there still.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+We are all in the dumps,
+For diamonds are trumps,
+The kittens are gone to St. Paul's;
+The babies are bit,
+The moon's in a fit,
+And the houses are built without walls.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,
+One a penny, two a penny,
+Hot cross buns.
+If your daughters don't like them,
+Give them to your sons,
+One a penny, two a penny,
+Hot cross buns.
+
+
+
+
+See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw,
+Jen-ny shall have a new mas-ter;
+She shall have but a pen-ny a day,
+Be-cause she can't work any fast-er.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men,
+They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
+Then up starts Ro-bin and looks in the sky,
+"Oh; bro-ther Rich-ard, the sun's very high!
+You go on with the bot-tle and bag,
+And I'll come af-ter with jol-ly Jack Nag."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Little Nancy Etticote,
+In a white petticoat,
+With a red nose;
+The longer she stands,
+The shorter she grows.
+
+    [A CANDLE.]
+
+
+
+
+See saw, sacradown, sacradown,
+Which is the way to Boston town?
+One foot up, the other foot down,
+That is the way to Boston town.
+Boston town's changed into a city,
+But I've no room to change my ditty.
+
+
+
+
+There was a Piper had a Cow,
+  And he had naught to give her,
+He pull'd out his pipes and play'd her a tune,
+  And bade the cow consider.
+
+The cow considered very well,
+  And gave the piper a penny,
+And bade him play the other tune,
+  "Corn rigs are bonny."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye,
+Four and twen-ty Black-birds baked in a Pie;
+When the Pie was o-pen-ed, the Birds be-gan to sing;
+Was not that a dain-ty dish to set before a King?
+
+The King was in the Count-ing-house, count-ing out his mo-ney;
+The Queen was in the Par-lour, eat-ing bread and ho-ney;
+The Maid was in the Gar-den, hang-ing out the clothes.
+By came a Black-bird, and snap-ped off her nose.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A diller, a dollar,
+A ten o'clock scholar,
+What makes you come so soon?
+You used to come at ten o'clock,
+But now you come at noon.
+
+
+
+
+Bye, baby bumpkin,
+Where's Tony Lumpkin?
+My lady's on her death-bed,
+With eating half a pumpkin.
+
+
+
+
+As I was going to sell my eggs,
+I met a man with bandy legs,
+Bandy legs and crooked toes,
+I tripp'd up his heels and he fell on his nose.
+
+
+
+
+Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop;
+So I cried, little bird, will you stop, stop, stop?
+And was going to the window to say how do you do?
+But he shook his little tail, and far away he flew.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+I will go with you, if I may.
+I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,
+I am going to see them make the hay.
+
+
+
+
+Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail,
+Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;
+Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a bridle,
+With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.
+
+
+
+
+Ding, dong, darrow,
+The cat and the sparrow,
+The little dog burnt his tail,
+And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
+
+
+
+
+Pit, pat, well-a-day,
+Little Robin flew away;
+Where can little Robin be?
+But up in yon cherry tree.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner,
+  Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie;
+He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
+  And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Letter "L"]
+
+Lit-tle Tom Tuck-er
+Sings for his sup-per;
+What shall he eat?
+White bread and but-ter.
+How shall he cut it
+With-out e'er a knife?
+How will he be mar-ri-ed
+With-out e'er a wife?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
+  The cow jumped over the moon,
+The little dog laughed to see such sport,
+  And the dish ran after the spoon.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A dog and a cat went out together,
+  To see some friends just out of town;
+Said the cat to the dog,
+    "What d'ye think of the weather?"
+  "I think, Ma'am, the rain will come down:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But don't be alarmed, for I've an umbrella
+That will shelter us both," said this amiable fellow.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Little Polly Flinders
+Sat among the cinders
+Warming her pretty little toes!
+Her mother came and caught her,
+And whipped her little daughter,
+For spoiling her nice new clothes.
+
+
+
+
+Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail,
+The best man a-mongst them durst not touch her tail.
+She put out her horns, like a lit-tle Ky-loe Cow.
+Run, Tai-lors, run, or she'll kill you all just now.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree,
+Looking as happy as happy could be,
+Till a boy came by, with his bow and arrow,
+Says he, I will shoot the little cock-sparrow.
+
+His body will make me a nice little stew,
+And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.
+Says the little cock-sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay,
+So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
+
+
+
+
+Bless you, bless you, bonny bee;
+Say, when will your wedding be?
+If it be to-morrow day,
+Take your wings and fly away.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    One day, an old cat and her kittens
+    Put on their bonnets and mittens,
+And as it was damp, why they put on their clogs;
+    They thought it would be very nice
+    To go out in search of some mice,--
+But they ran home again when they saw two fierce dogs.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Doctor Foster went to Gloster,
+In a shower of rain;
+He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,
+And never went there again.
+
+
+
+
+John Cook had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum!
+Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!
+John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
+And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!
+John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
+His mare fell down and she made her will; he, haw, hum!
+The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
+If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!
+
+
+
+
+Dingty, diddlety, my mammy's maid,
+She stole oranges, I am afraid;
+Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
+She stole oranges, I do believe.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  A horse and cart
+  Had Billy Smart,
+To play with when it pleased him;
+  The cart he'd load
+  By the side of the road,
+And be happy if no one teased him.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Who ever saw a rabbit
+  Dressed in a riding habit,
+Gallop off to see her friends, in this style?
+  I should not be surprised
+  If my lady is capsized,
+Before she has ridden half a mile.
+
+
+
+
+Boys and girls, come out to play,
+The moon does shine as bright as day,
+  Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+  And meet your play-fellows in the street;
+Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
+And come with a good will, or not at all.
+  Up the ladder and down the wall,
+  A half-penny roll will serve us all.
+You'll find milk and I'll find flour,
+And we'll have pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+
+
+Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
+  And merrily jump the stile, boys,
+A merry heart goes all the day,
+  Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.
+
+
+
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,
+When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
+When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
+Down tumble cradle and baby and all.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DINNER.
+
+
+Miss Kitty was rude at the table one day,
+  And would not sit still on her seat;
+Regardless of all that her mother could say,
+From her chair little Kitty kept running away,
+  All the time they were eating the meat.
+
+As soon as she saw that the meat was remov'd
+  She ran to her chair in great haste;
+But her mother such giddy behavior reprov'd,
+By sending away the sweet pudding she lov'd,
+  Without giving Kitty one taste.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE NEW DOLL.
+
+
+    Miss Jenny and Polly
+    Had each a new Dolly,
+With rosy-red cheeks and blue eyes,
+    Dress'd in ribands and gauze:
+    And they quarreled because
+The Dolls were not both of a size.
+
+    O silly Miss Jenny!
+    To be such a ninny,
+To quarrel and make such a noise!
+    For the very same day
+    Their mama sent away
+Their dolls with red cheeks and blue eyes.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GETTING UP.
+
+
+Baby, baby, ope your eye,
+For the sun is in the sky,
+And he's peeping once again
+Through the frosty window pane;
+Little baby, do not keep
+Any longer, fast asleep.
+
+There now, sit in mother's lap,
+That she may untie your cap,
+For the little strings have got
+Twisted into _such_ a knot;
+Ah! for shame,--you've been at play
+With the bobbin, as you lay.
+
+There it comes,--now let us see
+Where your petticoats can be;
+O,--they're in the window seat,
+Folded very smooth and neat:
+When my baby older grows
+_She_ shall double up her clothes.
+
+Now one pretty little kiss,
+For dressing you so neat as this,
+And before we go down stairs,
+Don't forget to say your pray'rs,
+For 'tis God who loves to keep
+Little babies in their sleep.
+
+
+
+
+The Linnet's Nest.
+
+
+Quick from the garden, Charles ran in,
+  With look of joy, and voice of glee;
+A Linnet's nest, Papa, I've seen:
+  O come--'tis in the Apple-tree.
+
+Four little birds I just could see,
+  And then I ran to tell you here:
+For Puss was waiting near the tree,
+  And she will get them all, I fear.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PLAYING WITH FIRE.
+
+
+I've seen a little girl, mama,
+That had got such a dreadful scar,
+All down her arms, and neck, and face,
+I could not bear to see the place.
+
+Poor little girl, and don't you know
+The shocking trick that made her so?
+'Twas all because she went and did
+A thing her mother had forbid.
+
+For, once, when nobody was by her,
+This silly child would play with fire;
+And long before her mother came,
+Her pin-a-fore was all in flame!
+
+In vain she tried to put it out,
+'Till all her clothes were burnt about,
+And then she suffered ten times more,
+All over with the dreadful sore.
+
+For many months, before 'twas cured,
+Most shocking torments she endured;
+And even now in passing by her,
+You see what 'tis to play with fire!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GRATEFUL LUCY.
+
+
+As Lucy with her Mother walked,
+She played and gamboled, laughed and talked
+'Till, coming to the river side,
+She slipped, and floated down the tide.
+
+Her faithful Carlo being near,
+Jumped in to save his mistress dear;
+He drew her carefully to shore,
+And Lucy lives and laughs once more.
+
+Dear generous Carlo, Lucy said,
+You ne'er shall want for meat or bread;
+For every day before I dine,
+Good Carlo shall have some of mine.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+RUN AND PLAY.
+
+
+There, run away, you little things,
+  And romp, and jump, and play,
+You have been quiet long enough,
+  So run away, I say.
+
+George, you and Lucy roll your hoops,
+  You on a stick can ride,
+And nurse, with baby, run a race,
+  Or any play beside.
+
+Or you may play at hounds and hare,
+  And chase it round and round,
+But, as a fall may often chance,
+  Go on the grassy ground.
+
+Or, if you like, beneath the hedge
+  To gather wild flowers fair,
+Go, get your baskets, but be quick,
+  And I will meet you there.
+
+And afterwards, Papa will make
+  One in your little play,
+And he will try to run as fast
+  As you did yesterday.
+
+The fresh, fresh air, so softly blows,
+  And there shines out the sun,
+And active limbs and rosy cheeks
+  Will in the race be won.
+
+For little boys and girls may romp,
+  And frisk, and jump, and play,
+When book and lessons both are done,
+  So run away, I say.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE CUT.
+
+
+Well, what's the matter? there's a face,
+  What, has it cut a vein?
+And it is quite a shocking place;
+  Come, let us look again.
+
+I see it bleeds, but never mind
+  That tiny little drop;
+I don't believe you'll ever find
+  That crying makes it stop.
+
+'Tis sad, indeed, to cry at pain,
+  For any but a baby;
+If _that_ should chance to cut a vein,
+  We should not wonder, may be.
+
+But such a man as you should try
+  To bear a little sorrow:
+So run along, and wipe your eye,
+  'Twill all be well to-morrow.
+
+
+
+
+SLEEPY HARRY.
+
+
+I do not like to go to bed,
+The sleepy little Harry said;
+So, naughty Betty, go away,
+I will not come at all, I say.
+
+What a silly little fellow!
+I should be asham'd to tell her.
+Betty, you must come and carry
+Very foolish little Harry.
+
+The little birds are better taught,
+They go to roosting when they ought;
+And all the ducks and fowls you know
+_They_ went to bed an hour ago.
+
+The little beggar in the street,
+Who wanders with his naked feet,
+And has not where to lay his head,
+O, he'd be _glad_ to go to bed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BREAKFAST AND PUSS.
+
+
+Here's my baby's bread and milk,
+For her lip as soft as silk;
+Here's the basin, clean and neat;
+Here's the spoon of silver sweet;
+Here's the stool, and here's the chair
+For my little lady fair.
+
+No, you must not spill it out,
+And drop the bread and milk about;
+But let it stand before you flat,
+And pray, remember pussy cat;
+Poor old pussy cat that purrs
+All so patiently for hers.
+
+True she runs about the house,
+Catching, now and then, a mouse.
+But, though she thinks it very nice,
+That only makes a _tiny_ slice;
+She don't forget, that you should stop,
+And leave poor puss a little drop.
+
+
+
+
+Frightened by a Cow.
+
+
+A very young lady,
+With Susan the maid,
+Who carried the baby,
+Were one day afraid.
+
+They saw a cow feeding,
+Quite harmless and still,
+Yet screamed without heeding
+The man at the mill.
+
+Who seeing their flutter,
+Said, "cows do no harm,
+But give you good butter
+And milk from the farm."
+
+"So don't have the folly
+Of running at sight
+Of a gentle old Mooly,
+In terror and fright."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE DUNCE OF A KITTEN.
+
+
+Come, pussy, will you learn to read.
+  I've got a pretty book?
+Nay, turn this way, you must indeed.--
+  Fie, there's a sulky look.
+
+Here is a pretty picture, see,
+  An apple, and great A:
+How stupid you will ever be,
+  If you do naught but play.
+
+Come, A, B, C, an easy task,
+  What any fool can do:
+I will do any thing you ask,
+  For dearly I love you.
+
+Now, how I'm vexed, you are so dull,
+  You have not learnt it half:
+You will grow up a downright fool,
+  And make all people laugh.
+
+Mother so told me, I declare,
+  And made me quite ashamed;
+So I resolved no pains to spare,
+  Nor like a dunce be blamed.
+
+Well, get along, you naughty Kit,
+  And after mice go look;
+I'm glad that I have got more wit,
+  I love my pretty book.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SENSIBLE CHARLES.
+
+
+When Charles was only ten years old,
+  His uncle took him to the play;
+The night was bad, he caught a cold,
+  And laid in bed the following day.
+
+When Charles was well enough to rise,
+  He gently ope'd his uncle's door;
+And, to his very great surprise,
+  Begged he would take him there no more.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PUT DOWN THE BABY.
+
+
+"O dear Mama," said little Fred,
+"Put baby down--take me instead;
+Upon the carpet let her be
+Put baby down, and take up me."
+
+No, that, my dear, I cannot do,
+You know I used to carry you;
+But you are now grown strong and stout,
+And you can run and play about.
+
+When Fanny is as old as you,
+No doubt but what she'll do so too;
+And when she grows a little stronger,
+I mean to carry her no longer.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DIRTY HANDS.
+
+
+O bless me, Mary, how is this?
+Your hands are very dirty, Miss;
+I don't expect such hands to see
+When you come in to dine with me.
+
+Mama, said little Mary, pray,
+Shall we have company to-day
+That I should be _so very_ clean?
+By whom, pray, am I to be seen?
+
+By whom, my girl? why, by Mama,
+By Brothers, Sisters, and Papa;
+Pray, do you not most love to see
+Your parents, and your family?
+
+Be cleanly and polite at home,
+Then you're prepared if friends should come:
+Make it your habit to be clean,
+No matter then by whom you're seen.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FRANCES AND HENRY.
+
+
+Sister Frances is sad,
+  Because Henry is ill;
+And she lets the dear lad
+  Do whatever he will will.
+
+Left her own little chair
+  And got up in a minute,
+When she heard him declare
+  That he wished to sit in it.
+
+Now from this we can tell,
+  He will never more tease her,
+But when he is well,
+  He will study to please her.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+POISONOUS FRUIT.
+
+
+As Tommy and his sister Jane
+Were walking down a shady lane,
+They saw some berries, bright and red,
+That hung around and over head.
+
+And soon the bough they bended down
+To make the scarlet fruit their own;
+And part they ate, and part in play
+They threw about and flung away.
+
+But long they had not been at home
+Before poor Jane and little Tom
+Were taken sick and ill, to bed,
+And since, I've heard, they both are dead.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DRESSED OR UNDRESSED.
+
+
+When children are naughty, and will not be drest,
+  Pray, what do you think is the way?
+Why, often I really believe it is best
+  To keep them in night-clothes all day!
+
+But then they can have no good breakfast to eat,
+  Nor walk with their mother or aunt,
+At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat,
+  Nor any thing else that they want.
+
+Then who would be naughty and sit all the day
+  In night-clothes unfit to be seen?
+And pray who would lose all their pudding and play,
+  For not being dress'd neat and clean.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BAPTISM IN CHURCH.
+
+
+Frances Lorenzo is my name,
+I scarce can tell you how it came;
+(One day to church I had to go,
+And ever since they've called me so.)
+
+That New Year's day I shan't forget,
+So cold, my limbs seem shaking yet;
+Nor him who loves the lambs, they said,
+And poured the water on my head.
+
+For folded in his bosom warm,
+I knew that I was safe from harm;
+He called my name, and pressed my brow,
+And said, I was a soldier now.
+
+I sat so still, and all around
+Were pleasant looks and sweetest sound;
+I wondered what it all could mean,
+O, Mama, take me there again.     A. D. F.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PET LAMB.
+
+
+My own pet Lamb, I long to be
+From envy, pride, and malice free;
+Patient, and mild, and meek like thee,
+                       My own pet Lamb.
+
+I long to know my Shepherd's voice,
+To make his pleasant ways my choice
+And in the fold like thee rejoice,
+                       My own pet Lamb.
+
+
+
+
+Be you to others kind and true,
+As you'd have others be to you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+HYMN.
+
+
+O, Lord! our infant voice we raise,
+Thy holy name to bless;
+In daily song of thanks and praise,
+For mercies numberless.
+
+For parents who have taught us right,
+That Thou art good and true;
+And though unseen by our weak sight
+Thou seest all we do.
+
+Let all our thoughts and actions rise
+From innocence and truth;
+And Thou, O, Lord! wilt not despise
+The praise of early youth.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+TIME TO RISE.
+
+
+The Cock who soundly sleeps at night,
+Rises with the morning light,
+Very loud and shrill he crows;
+Then the sleeping ploughman knows,
+He must leave his bed also,
+To his morning work to go.
+
+And the little Lark does fly
+To the middle of the sky;
+You may hear his merry tune
+In the morning very soon;
+For he does not like to rest,
+Idle, in his downy nest.
+
+While the cock is crowing shrill,
+Leave my little bed I will,
+And I'll rise to hear the Lark,
+For it is no longer dark;
+'Twould be a pity there to stay,
+When 'tis light and pleasant day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FOR NANNIE.
+
+
+A plum so blue, a cherry red,
+  An orange bright and yellow;
+A pippin green, as e'er was seen,
+  And peaches rich and mellow.
+
+All, all of these will mama give
+  To lassie good and bonnie, O,
+So papa down, to Boston town,
+  And buy them all for Nannie, O.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PUSSY CAT.
+
+
+Little puss, come here to me,
+Gently jump upon my knee,
+And then your pretty eyes I'll see,
+              But do not scratch.
+
+Pray do you ever catch a mouse,
+As you run up and down the house?
+I'm sure you do, good Mrs. Puss,
+              With these same claws.
+
+Here, share with me this little seat,
+I never now poor puss will beat,
+So let me feel how soft your feet,
+              Since you don't scratch.
+
+How very nicely you can draw,
+Quite out of sight each little claw,
+And make so soft a velvet paw,
+              Good little puss.
+
+I saw a little mouse, you know,
+Once yonder in the yard below,
+And pounce you went upon it so,
+              Poor little thing.
+
+You loosed it oft, and let it run,
+Then to pursue it you begun,
+And seemed to think it made good fun,
+              You cruel puss.
+
+But do not tease it so, I pray,
+Because I've heard papa oft say,
+It was a very cruel way,
+              And should not be.
+
+So, pussy, you must kill it quite,
+Not put it in so great a fright,
+And seem to glory in the sight;
+             Do you hear, puss?
+
+
+
+
+Give to the Father praise,
+  Give glory to the Son;
+And to the Spirit of His Grace,
+  Be equal honor done.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FROLICSOME KITTEN.
+
+
+Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,
+  I really want you to be quiet,
+Instead of scampering away,
+  And always making such a riot!
+
+There, only see you've torn my frock,
+  And poor mama must put a patch in;
+I'll give you a right earnest knock,
+  To cure you of this trick of scratching.
+
+----Nay do not scold your little cat,
+  She does not know what 'tis you're saying.
+And ev'ry time you give a pat,
+  She thinks you mean it all for playing.
+
+But if your pussy understood
+  The lesson that you want to teach her,
+And did she _choose_ to be so rude,
+  She'd be _indeed_ a naughty creature.
+
+
+
+
+Penance for beating a Brother.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A little girl I knew,
+  Who looked extremely mild;
+And many thought her too
+  A very clever child.
+
+But ah, one fault she had,
+  Although her face was pretty
+Her temper it was bad;
+  And was not that a pity?
+
+Both absent were one day
+  Her Father and her Mother
+And then, I grieve to say,
+  She beat her little brother.
+
+The Nurse then thought it right,
+  For beating little Fred,
+(Although it was not night)
+  To put her into bed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE NEW BOOK.
+
+
+Mama, see what a pretty book
+  My dear papa has brought,
+That I may at the pictures look,
+  And by the words be taught.
+
+He knew I had been good, you said,
+  And had learnt all my spelling;
+I'm very much obliged to you,
+  My dear mama, for telling.
+
+And that when I am better taught,
+  And read with greater ease,
+Some more new books shall then be bought,
+  His little girl to please.
+
+My dear papa, he is so kind,
+  I dearly love a book;
+And dearly too, I love to find
+  These pictures--pray do look!
+
+And, O, dear, if I could but read
+  As fast as I can spell,
+How very happy I should be,
+  I love to read so well.
+
+I know mama, you'll tell me that
+  To practice is the way,
+So will you kindly let me, now,
+  Another lesson say.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE DOG.
+
+
+O, don't hurt the Dog, poor honest old Tray,
+What good will it do you to drive him away?
+       Kind treatment is justly his right.
+
+Remember how faithful he is to his charge,
+And barks at the rogues when we set him at large,
+       And guards us by day and by night.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE COW.
+
+
+Thank you, pretty Cow, that made
+Pleasant milk, to soak my bread;
+Every day, and every night,
+Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
+
+Do not chew the hemlock rank,
+Growing on the weedy bank;
+But the yellow cowslips eat,
+They will make it very sweet.
+
+Where the purple violet grows,
+Where the bubbling water flows,
+Where the grass is fresh and fine,
+Pretty Cow, go there and dine.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BUTTERFLY.
+
+
+See yonder painted Butterfly,
+How gaudily it soars on high,
+And seems to wish to reach the sky.
+
+Late it was an insect mean,
+Crawling o'er the shaven green,
+Or on the cabbage leaves was seen.
+
+And thus, my child, is man on earth,
+A thing of mean and mortal birth;
+His life a span; his power a breath.
+
+But his immortal better part
+Into a higher world will start,
+When death his soul and body part.
+
+And then he will glorious rise
+With body fitted to the skies,
+An Angel's form, not Butterfly's!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was an old wo-man tos-sed up in a bas-ket,
+Nine-ty times as high as the moon;
+And where she was go-ing, I could-n't but ask her,
+For in her hand she car-ried a broom.
+
+"Old wo-man, old wo-man, old wo-man," quoth I,
+"Whi-ther, O whi-ther, O whi-ther so high?"
+"To sweep the cob-webs off the sky!"
+"Shall I go with you?" "Aye, by-and-by."
+
+
+
+
+To make your candles last for a',
+You wives and maids give ear-o!
+To put them out 's the only way,
+Says honest John Boldero.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A milking, a milking, my maid,
+"Cow, take care of your heels," she said;
+"And you shall have some nice new hay,
+If you'll quietly let me milk away."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Old father Grey Beard,
+Without tooth or tongue;
+If you'll give me your finger,
+I'll give you my thumb.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,
+She went to market her eggs for to sell;
+She went to market all on a market day,
+And she fell asleep on the king's highway.
+
+There came by a pedlar, whose name was Stout,
+He cut her petticoats all round about;
+He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
+Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.
+
+When the little old woman first did wake,
+She began to shiver and she began to shake;
+She began to wonder, and she began to cry,
+"Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!"
+
+But if it be I, as I hope it be,
+I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;
+If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
+And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail.
+
+Home went the little woman all in the dark,
+Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
+He began to bark, so she began to cry,
+"Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I."
+
+
+
+
+Bye, baby bunting,
+Father's gone a hunting,
+Mother's gone a milking,
+Sister's gone a silking,
+Brother's gone to buy a skin
+To wrap the baby bunting in.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Away Birds, away!
+Take a little, and leave a little,
+And do not come again;
+For if you do,
+I will shoot you through,
+And then there will be an end of you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep,
+Have you any wool?
+Yes, sir, yes, sir,
+Three bags full:
+
+One for my mas-ter,
+One for my dame,
+And one for the lit-tle boy
+That lives in our lane.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+One mis-ty morn-ing,
+When clou-dy was the wea-ther,
+I met a lit-tle old man,
+Cloth-ed all in lea-ther,
+Cloth-ed all in lea-ther,
+With a strap be-low his chin.
+How do you do? and how do you do?
+And how do you do a-gain?
+
+
+
+
+Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John,
+He went to bed with his stock-ings on;
+One shoe off, and one shoe on.
+Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Swan, swan, over the sea;
+Swim, swan, swim.
+Swan, swan, back again;
+Well, swan, swam.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I had a lit-tle Hus-band, no big-ger than my thumb;
+I put him in a pint-pot, and there I bid him drum.
+
+I bought a lit-tle horse that gal-lop-ed up and down;
+I sad-dled him and bri-dled him, and sent him out of town.
+
+I gave him some gar-ters, to gar-ter up his hose,
+And a lit-tle pock-et hand-ker-chief to wipe his pretty nose.
+
+
+
+
+Ma-ry, Ma-ry, quite con-tra-ry,
+How does your gar-den grow?
+Sil-ver bells and coc-kle shells,
+And pret-ty maids all in a row.
+
+
+
+
+Hey, my kit-ten, my kit-ten,
+Hey, my kit-ten, my deary;
+Such a sweet pet as this
+Was nei-ther far nor neary.
+
+
+
+
+Here we go up, up, up,
+Here we go down, down, downy;
+Here we go back-wards and for-wards,
+And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Some lit-tle mice sat in a barn to spin.
+Pus-sy came by, and she pop-ped her head in;
+"Shall I come in and cut your threads off?"
+"Oh no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ding, dong, bell, Pus-sy's in the well.
+Who put her in? Lit-tle Tom-my Green.
+Who pull-ed her out? Lit-tle Tom-my Trout.
+What a naugh-ty boy was that,
+To drown poor Pus-sy Cat.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+As I was going along, long, long,
+A singing a comical song, song, song,
+The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
+And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,
+And so I went singing along.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Dance a baby diddit,
+What can a mother do with it,
+But sit in a lap,
+And give him some pap,
+Dance a baby diddit.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you, don't cry,
+And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-bye;
+Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,
+Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jack Spratt's pig,
+He was not very little,
+Nor yet very big;
+He was not very lean,
+He was not very fat,
+He'll do well for a grunt,
+Says little Jack Sprat.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The man in the moon,
+Came tumbling down,
+And asked the way to Norwich.
+He went by the south,
+And burnt his mouth,
+With eating cold pease porridge.
+
+
+
+
+There was an old wo-man, and what do you think?
+She liv-ed up-on no-thing but vic-tuals and drink;
+Vic-tuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
+Yet the pla-guey old wo-man could ne-ver be qui-et.
+
+She went to the ba-ker's to buy some bread;
+And when she came home, her hus-band was dead.
+She went to the clerk, to toll the great bell;
+And when she came back, her hus-band was well.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A Frog he would a-wooing go,
+                      Sing, heigho, says Rowley;
+Whether his mother would let him or no:
+     With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach;
+     Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.
+
+So off he marched with his opera-hat,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+And on the way he met with a rat,
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+And when they came to mouse's hall,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call,
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+"Yes, kind sir, I am sitting to spin,"
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?"
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer,"
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+Now while they all were a merry making,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+The cat and her kittens came tumbling in,
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+The cat she seized the rat by the crown,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+The kittens they pulled the little mouse down,
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+This put poor frog in a terrible fright,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+So he took up his hat, and he wished them good night,
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,
+                      With a rowley, powley, &c.
+
+So there was an end of one, two, and three,
+                      Heigho, says Rowley;
+The rat, the mouse, and the little Frog-ee!
+     With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach;
+     Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.
+
+
+
+
+Here am I, little jumping Joan,
+When nobody's with me, I'm always alone.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jack and Gill went up the hill,
+  To fetch a pail of wa-ter;
+Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
+  And Gill came tum-bling af-ter.
+
+Up Jack got and home did trot,
+  As fast as he could ca-per;
+Dame Gill had the Job to plais-ter his knob,
+  With vin-e-gar and brown paper.
+
+
+
+
+Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, where have you been?
+I've been to Lon-don to look at the Queen.
+Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, what did you do there?
+I fright-en-ed a lit-tle mouse un-der the chair.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GOOD NIGHT.
+
+
+Baby, baby, lay your head
+On your pretty little bed;
+Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
+And the light are gone away;
+All the clothes are tuck'd in tight,
+Little baby dear, good night.
+
+Yes, my darling, well I know
+How the bitter wind doth blow
+And the winter's snow and rain
+Patter on the window pane;
+But they cannot come in here
+To my little baby dear.
+
+For the curtains warm are spread
+Round about her cradle-bed;
+And her little night-cap hides
+Every breath of air besides;
+So 'till morning shineth bright,
+Little baby dear, good night.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+HOT APPLE PIE.
+
+
+As Charles his sisters sat between
+  An Apple Pie was brought;
+Slily to get a piece unseen,
+  The little fellow thought.
+
+A piece from off Sophia's plate
+  Into his mouth he flung;
+But, ah! repentance came too late,
+  It burn'd his little tongue.
+
+The tears ran trickling down his cheek,
+  It put him to such pain;
+He said (as soon as he could speak)
+  "I'll ne'er do so again."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LUCY AND DICKY.
+
+
+Miss Lucy was a charming child.
+  She never said, I won't!
+If little Dick her playthings spoiled,
+  She said pray, Dicky, don't!
+
+He took her waxen doll one day,
+  And banged it round and round,
+Then tore its legs and arms away,
+  And threw them on the ground.
+
+His good mama was angry quite,
+  And Lucy's tears ran down;
+But Dick went supperless that night,
+  And since has better grown.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FAIRY MAN.
+
+
+Oh, dear Mama, where have you gone?
+Come here, the baby stands alone;
+And only think, indeed 'tis truth,
+He has, just feel, a little tooth.
+
+Look at his pretty shining hair,
+His cheek so red, his skin so fair,
+His curly ringlets, just like flax,
+His little bosom, just like wax.
+
+Oh, how I long 'till he can walk;
+And then I'll long 'till he can talk;
+And then I'll long 'till he can play,
+When we have said our tasks each day.
+
+I think he's growing very wise,
+Now, don't you think so? Julia cries.
+Then to the cradle off she ran,
+To kiss the little fairy man.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+COME PLAY IN THE GARDEN.
+
+
+Little sister, come away,
+And let us in the garden play,
+For it is a pleasant day.
+
+On the grass-plat let us sit,
+Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,
+And run about all over it.
+
+But the fruit we will not pick,
+That would be a naughty trick,
+And, very likely, make us sick.
+
+Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers,
+That grow about the beds and bowers.
+Because, you know, they are not ours.
+
+We'll pluck the daisies, white and red,
+Because mama has often said,
+That we may gather them instead.
+
+And much I hope we always may
+Our very dear mama obey,
+And mind whatever she may say.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE UMBRELLA.
+
+
+Once as little Isabella
+Ventured, with a large Umbrella,
+Out upon a rainy day,
+She was nearly blown away.
+
+Sadly frighten'd then was she,
+For 'twas very near the sea,
+And the wind was very high,
+But, alas! no friend was nigh.
+
+Luckily, her good Mama
+Saw her trouble from afar;
+Running just in time, she caught her
+Pretty little flying daughter.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+NO BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER.
+
+
+No, naughty Growler, get away,
+  You shall not have a bit;
+Now when I speak, how dare you stay!
+I can't spare any, sir, I say
+  And so you need not sit.
+
+Poor Growler! do not make him go
+  But recollect, before,
+That he has never serv'd you so,
+For you have given him many a blow
+  That patiently he bore.
+
+Poor Growler! if he could speak,
+  He'd tell, (as well he might,)
+How he would bear with many a freak,
+And wag his tail and look so meek,
+  And neither bark nor bite.
+
+
+
+
+Clever Little Thomas.
+
+
+When Thomas Poole first went to school,
+  He was but scarcely seven;
+Yet knew as well to read and spell,
+  As most boys of eleven.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He took his seat, and wrote quite neat,
+And never idly acted;
+And then, beside, he multiplied,
+Divided and subtracted.
+
+His master said, (and strok'd his head),
+"If thus you persevere,
+"My little friend you may depend
+"Upon a Prize next year."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SULKING.
+
+
+Why is Mary standing idle,
+Leaning down upon the table,
+With pouting lip, and frowning brow?
+I wonder what's the matter now!
+
+Come here, my dear, and tell me true,
+Is it because I scolded you
+For doing work so bad and slow,
+That you are standing sulking so?
+
+Why then, indeed, I'm griev'd to see,
+That you can so ill-temper'd be;
+You make your faults a great deal worse,
+By being angry and perverse.
+
+O, how much better it appears,
+To see you melting into tears,
+And then to hear you humbly say,
+I'll not do so another day.
+
+But when you stand and sulk about,
+And look so cross, and cry and pout,
+Why that, my little girl, you know,
+Is _worse_ than working bad and slow.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GIVING WITH PRUDENCE.
+
+
+I see, Mama, said little Jane,
+A beggar coming down the lane;
+O, let me take him (may not I?)
+This cheese-cake and some currant pie.
+
+Your charity I much approve,
+And something you may take him, love;
+But let it be some bread and cheese,
+Much better than such things as these.
+
+By giving sweetmeats to the poor
+Who never tasted them before,
+We spoil the good we have in view,
+And teach them wants they never knew.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FIELD DAISY.
+
+
+I'm a pretty little thing,
+Always coming with the spring,
+In the meadows green I'm found
+Peeping just above the ground,
+And my stalk is cover'd flat,
+With a white and yellow hat
+Little lady, when you pass
+Lightly o'er the tender grass,
+Skip about, but do not tread
+On my meek and healthy head
+For I always seem to say,
+Chilly winter's gone away.
+
+
+
+
+THE MOUSE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+O come brother come;
+I'm frightened, because
+There's a Mouse in the room,
+It is under the drawers.
+
+O silence, John said,
+Do not make such a noise;
+The Mouse is afraid
+Of us little boys.
+
+It is gentle and weak,
+And can never do harm;
+But it gives a faint squeak
+At the slightest alarm.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SHORT ADVICE.
+
+
+    Hear,
+    Dear
+ Little Son;
+     Go
+    Slow;
+ Do not run.
+
+    Near
+    Here
+ Is a well;
+    Poor
+    Moore
+ In it fell.
+
+    Down
+    Town
+Do not stray;
+    There
+    Dare
+Not to play.
+
+   Do you
+Make a rule;
+    Come
+    Home
+  Straight
+From school.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LEARNING TO GO ALONE.
+
+
+Come, my darling, come away,
+Take a pretty walk to-day;
+Run along and never fear,
+I'll take care of baby dear;
+Up and down with little feet,
+That's the way to walk, my sweet.
+
+Now it is so very near,
+Soon she'll get to mother dear,
+There she comes along at last,
+Here's my finger, hold it fast;
+Now one pretty little kiss,
+After such a walk as this.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CHARITY.
+
+
+Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?
+Do not send him away--we must pity the poor.
+Oh, see how he shivers!--he's hungry and cold,
+For people can't work when they grow very old.
+
+Go, set near the fire a table and seat;
+And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.
+I hope my dear children will always be kind,
+Whenever they meet with the aged and blind.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+For a Little Girl that did not like to be Washed.
+
+
+What! cry to be wash'd, and not love to be clean!
+There go and be dirty, not fit to be seen,
+And 'till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,
+I won't take the trouble to wash such a child.
+
+Suppose I should leave you now just as you are,
+Do you think you'd deserve a sweet kiss from papa?
+Or to sit on his knee, and learn pretty great A,
+With fingers that have not been washed all the day!
+
+Ah, look at your fingers, you see it is so?
+Did you ever behold such a little black row?
+
+And for _once_ you may look at yourself in the glass:
+There's a face to belong to a good little lass!
+
+Come, come, now I see you're beginning to clear,
+You won't be so foolish again then, my dear?
+
+
+
+
+The Snow Ball.
+
+
+Little Edward loved to go
+Playing in the drifted snow,
+Like some little boys I know;
+                       Cold Edward!
+
+He a solid snow ball made,
+(Friendly tricks at home he played),
+Which he in his pocket laid;
+                       Wise Edward!
+
+Very hard that day it freezed,
+Very hard the ball was squeezed,
+And he trotted home well pleased;
+                       Sly Edward!
+
+By the fire he took a seat,
+Thoughtless of the power of heat,
+Drops fall trickling on his feet;
+                       Wet Edward!
+
+Now the snow began to melt,
+Vainly on the ground he knelt,
+All now laughed at what he felt;
+                        Poor Edward!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time,
+  In came Robin Redbreast, and brought her sops and wine.
+"Eat well of the sop, Jenny, drink well of the wine."
+  "Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine."
+Then Jenny she got well and stood upon her feet,
+  And told Robin plainly she loved him not a bit.
+
+Robin being angry, hopp'd upon a twig,
+  Saying, "Out upon you, fie upon you, bold-faced jig!"
+Jenny Wren fell sick again, and Jenny Wren did die;
+  The doctors vow'd they'd cure her, or know the reason why.
+
+Doctor Hawk felt her pulse, and shaking his head,
+  Says, "I fear I can't save her, because she's quite dead."
+"She'll do very well," says sly Doctor Fox;
+  "If she takes but one pill from out of this box."
+
+With hartshorn in hand came Doctor Tomtit,
+  Saying, "Really, good sirs, it's only a fit."
+"You're right, Doctor Tit, the truth I've no doubt of;
+  But death is a fit folks seldom get out of."
+
+Doctor Cat says, "Indeed, I don't think she's dead;
+  I believe, if I try, she might yet be bled."
+"I think, Puss, you're foolish," then says Doctor Goose;
+  "For to bleed a dead Wren can be of no use."
+
+Doctor Owl then declared that the cause of her death,
+  He really believed, was the want of more breath.
+"Indeed, Doctor Owl, you are much in the right;
+  You might as well have said the day is not night."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Says Robin, "Get out! you're a parcel of quacks;
+  Or I'll lay this good stick on each of your backs."
+Then Robin began to bang them about;
+  They staid for no fees, but were glad to get out.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was a lit-tle man, and he had a lit-tle gun,
+And his bul-lets were made of lead, lead, lead;
+He shot John-ny King through the mid-dle of his wig,
+And knock-ed it right of his head, head, head.
+
+
+
+
+Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town,
+In a yel-low pet-ti-coat and a green gown.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion,
+Di-vi-sion is as bad,
+The Rule of Three per-plex-es me,
+And Prac-tice drives me mad.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?
+Up-stairs, and down-stairs, and in my la-dy's cham-ber.
+There I met an old man, who would not say his pray-ers;
+I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.
+
+
+
+
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
+Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
+He put her in a pumpkin shell,
+And then he kept her very well.
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
+Had another and didn't love her;
+Peter learnt to read and spell,
+And then he loved her very well.
+
+
+
+
+When good King Arthur ruled his land
+  He was a goodly king;
+He stole three pecks of barley meal
+  To make a bag-pudding.
+
+A bag-pudding the king did make,
+  And stuff'd it well with plums;
+And in it put great lumps of fat,
+  As big as my two thumbs.
+
+The king and queen did eat thereof,
+  And noblemen beside;
+And what they could not eat that night,
+  The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+As I went to Bonner,
+   I met a pig,
+   Without a wig,
+Upon my word and honor.
+
+
+
+
+Pitty Patty Polt,
+Shoe the wild colt;
+Here a nail,
+And there a nail,
+Pitty Patty Polt.
+
+
+
+
+Brow, brow, brinkie,
+Eye, eye, winkie,
+Mouth, mouth, merry,
+Cheek, Cheek, Cherry,
+Chin chopper, chin chopper.
+
+
+
+
+Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare,
+If the horse wont be shod, let him go bare.
+
+
+
+
+Lady-bird, Lady-bird,
+Fly away home,
+Your house is on fire,
+Your children will burn.
+
+
+
+
+    1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
+I caught a hare alive.
+    6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
+I let her go again.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby,
+Daddy is near;
+Mamma is a lady,
+And that's very clear.
+
+
+
+
+  Cross patch,
+  Draw the latch,
+Sit by the fire and spin;
+  Take a cup,
+  And drink it up,
+And call your neighbors in.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Bow-wow-wow,
+Whose dog art thou?
+Little Tom Tucker's dog,
+Bow-wow-wow.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,
+Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;
+All the king's horses, and all the king's men
+Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.
+
+
+
+
+The Queen of Hearts
+She made some tarts,
+  All on a summer's day;
+The Knave of Hearts,
+He stole the tarts,
+  And took them clean away.
+
+The King of Hearts
+Called for the tarts,
+  And beat the Knave full sore;
+The Knave of Hearts
+Brought back the tarts,
+  And vow'd he'd Steal no more.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Naughty Willey Bell
+  Fell into the well,
+Though Mamma told him not to move its cover;
+  For this stubborn little elf
+  Only chose to please himself,
+Looking in, he turned giddy, and fell over.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  But the gardener heard him shout,
+  And with assistance got him out;
+You never saw a boy in such a mess;
+  In future he will find
+  Mamma he'd better mind,
+Nor again ever cause her such distress.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  The queen of hearts
+  She made some tarts,
+All on a summer's day;
+  The knave of hearts
+  He stole those tarts,
+And with them ran away:
+  The king of hearts
+  Call'd for those tarts,
+And beat the knave full sore;
+  The knave of hearts
+  Brought back those tarts,
+And said he'd ne'er steal more.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  The king of spades
+  He kiss'd the maids,
+Which vex'd the queen full sore;
+  The queen of spades
+  She beat those maids,
+And turned them out of door:
+  The knave of spades
+  Grieved for those jades,
+And did for them implore;
+  The queen so gent,
+  She did relent,
+And vow'd she'd ne'er strike more.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  The king of clubs
+  He often drubs
+His loving queen and wife;
+  The queen of clubs
+  Returns him snubs,
+And all is noise and strife:
+  The knave of clubs
+  Gives winks and rubs,
+And swears he'll take her part;
+  For when our kings
+  Will do such things,
+They should be made to smart.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  The diamond king
+  I fain would sing,
+And likewise his fair queen;
+  But that the knave,
+  A haughty slave,
+Must needs step in between:
+  "Good diamond king,
+  With hempen string
+This haughty knave destroy;
+  Then may your queen,
+  With mind serene,
+Your royal love enjoy."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
+To buy some meat to put in the pot;
+Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side,
+If it hadn't been killed, it must have died.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The North Wind doth blow,
+And we shall have snow,
+And what will poor Robin do then?
+
+He will hop to a barn,
+And to keep himself warm,
+Will hide his head under his wing,
+            Poor thing!
+
+Away, pretty Robin, fly home to your nest,
+To make you my captive I still should like best,
+  And feed you with worms and with bread:
+Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft,
+Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft,
+  And your breast is all cover'd with red.
+
+
+
+
+When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in,
+Now I am a great boy and fit to serve the king;
+I can handle a musket, I can smoke a pipe,
+I can kiss a pretty girl at ten o'clock at night.
+
+
+
+
+Mary had a pretty bird,
+  Feathers bright and yellow,
+Slender legs, upon my word
+  He was a pretty fellow.
+
+The sweetest notes he always sung,
+  Which much delighted Mary,
+And often where the cage was hung,
+  She stood to hear Canary.
+
+
+
+
+  Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it,
+  She opened the bag, he was out in a minute,
+The Cat saw him jump, and run under the table,
+And the dog said, catch him, puss, soon as you're able.
+
+
+
+
+MAJA'S ALPHABET.
+
+
+A is for Ann, who is milking a cow;
+B is for Benjamin, making a bow.
+C is for Charlotte, gathering flowers;
+D 's for Dick, who is one of the mowers.
+E is for Eliza, feeding a hen;
+F is for Frank, who is mending his pen.
+G 's for Georgiana, shooting an arrow;
+H is for Harry, wheeling a barrow.
+I 's for Isabella, gathering fruit;
+J is for John, who is playing the flute.
+K 's for Kate, who is nursing her dolly;
+L is for Lawrence, feeding Poor Polly.
+M is for Maja, learning to draw;
+N is for Nicholas, with a jackdaw.
+O 's for Octavius, riding a goat;
+P 's for Penelope, sailing a boat.
+Q is for Quintus, armed with a lance;
+R is for Rachel, learning to dance.
+S 's for Sarah, talking to the cook;
+T is for Thomas, reading a book.
+U 's for Urban, rolling on the green;
+V 's named Victoria, after the Queen.
+W is for Walter, flying a kite;
+X is for Xerxes, a boy of great might.
+Y 's for Miss Youthful, eating her bread;
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+
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+
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