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diff --git a/24760.txt b/24760.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6e3356f --- /dev/null +++ b/24760.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5436 @@ +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; + + AND + +[Illustration: Z] + +Z 's for Zouave, gone to the War. + + + + + BEAUTIFUL PICTURE BOOKS + FOR THE YOUNG. + + _PRINTED IN OIL COLORS._ + + + 37 Cents each. + BIG PICTURE SERIES. + SIX KINDS. + +Mother Hubbard's Dog. +The Three Good Friends-- + Lillie, Carrie and Floss. +The Three little Kittens. +Four-footed Friends and Favorites. +Cock Robin. +Tit, Tiny and Tittens, + The Three White Kittens. + + + PLAIN 15 Cents. 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