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+Project Gutenberg's Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1, by Edward William Cole
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
+
+Author: Edward William Cole
+
+Release Date: December 21, 2009 [EBook #30726]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLE'S FUNNY PICTURE BOOK NO. 1 ***
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+<center><b>Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1</b><br>
+<p> <a name="back"></a>
+Written And Compiled By E.W. Cole (1832-1918)<br>
+First Published 1879 By Cole Publications, Melbourne, Australia.<br>
+73rd Edition Totalling 920,000 copies.
+<small>[<A HREF="#footnote">*</a>]</small><br>
+
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Front Cover." src="images/page000a.png">
+<p>
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+<b>COLE'S Funny Picture Book No. 1</b><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or Family Amuser And Instructor;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To Delight The Children And Make Home Happier;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Best Child's Picture Book In All The World.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It Contains Also Choice Riddles, Games<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;and pieces of reading for Adults.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Look through it yourself.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Long ago the Rainbow was a Sign it is said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now 'tis the Sign of Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So, when in the sky a bow is displayed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be sure that you think of the Book Arcade.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cole's Book Arcade strange as it looks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Contains more than a million books.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;New and second-hand, common and rare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Can get most any book you want there.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+<a name="footnote"></a><br><small>
+[<A HREF="#back">*</a>] BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE: The reprintings of this
+book since Cole's
+death in 1918 have involved very few changes, and in most cases it
+has been bibliographically misleading to term them "editions".
+Undoubtedly, somewhere in the past, the distinction between a
+"printing" and an "edition" has not been understood. However, with
+due cognisance of the irregularity, the practice of giving each
+reprint a new edition number accompanied by a running sales total is
+being maintained for statistical interest.</small>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<img alt="Portrait of E. W. Cole." src="images/page000b.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+<center><b>Edward William Cole</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Born Woodchurch, Kent, England<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;4th January, 1832<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Died Essendon, Victoria, Australia<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;16th December, 1918<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="001"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#000">Previous</A>
+ - <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+ - <A HREF="#002">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 1&mdash;Australia</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0  width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+<center><b>Australia Is The Best Country On Earth</b></center><br>
+<p>
+<center><b>Australia a Grand Country</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I think that Australia, for it's size, is, all-round, the best
+country in the world. It's climate is pleasant and health-giving. It
+has no desolating blizzards, no frost bites, and few sunstrokes. In
+edible produce, for both size and quality, it stands very high, if
+not the highest. I have been in many lands, but never saw a country
+supply such a variety of products as Australia does&mdash;potatoes,
+onions, cabbages, carrots, peas, beans and scores of other vegetables
+in abundance. In fruits it produces apples, pears, plums, peaches,
+oranges, grapes, and Northern Australia also produces all the
+tropical fruits in abundance wherever cultivated. In corn Australia
+produces superior wheat, oats, barley, maize and all other kinds in
+abundance, especially when scientifically irrigated. As a milk,
+butter and meat country, it is one of the best in the world. It is
+the largest and best wool-producing country in the world. It contains
+the largest area in the world especially suitable for growing cotton,
+the most extensively-used clothing material. Flowers grow luxuriantly
+and beautifully whenever cultivated and watered. A few years ago when
+writing on the "White Australia" question, I stated that with high
+culture, water irrigation, and scientific irrigation, Australia was
+capable of supporting 400 millions of inhabitants. A high literary
+authority, in reviewing the book, remarked that this seemed like a
+"gross exaggeration"; but probably he had not thought so much on the
+subject as I had.
+<p>
+I will here concisely state the principle reasons for my opinion. The
+great want of Australia, to make it amazingly fruitful, is the
+complete conservation of water and it's scientific application to the
+soil. Water, warmth, and soil will grow anything in Australia, if
+rationally managed. Australia has abundance of water now running to
+waste. On thousands of house-roofs water enough is caught for the
+domestic use of the respective families. Over large areas of the
+country there are 30 inches of rainfall, and the average rainfall
+over vast areas is 24 inches, and could be made much greater by
+cultivation. Four-fifths of this water now runs to waste. Again
+surface-parched Australia has vast areas of underground water which
+only require to be tapped and brought to the surface, to irrigate and
+fertilise the soil.
+<p>
+Australia is also a country where timber grows well and fast, if
+planted in trenched ground and slightly irrigated. Hundreds of
+straight trees can be grown upon an acre of land if they are first
+planted thickly and some gradually thinned out. Many kinds of trees
+will grow upon very poor soil if they are properly planted and
+irrigated, as the bulk of their sustenance is derived from the air.
+One more remark about trees and their possibilities as food
+providers. Wherever any kind of tree will grow some kind of fruit
+tree will grow. There are hundreds of millions of gum trees growing
+in Australia. Where every one of these trees is, some kind of fruit
+tree would grow if properly planted and looked after.
+<p>
+Again, to utilise Australia to it's full extent the whole world
+should be sought through for the best plants and trees of every kind,
+and only the very best grown, and those in situations and soil best
+adapted for them.
+<p>
+One argument against Australia is that much of its surface is sandy,
+but experiments and developments in various countries show that the
+planting of marram grass, lupins, and other plants ties even the
+drifting sand together and gradually, through their decay, turns the
+sandy wastes into fertile soil. Besides, science can, in many other
+ways, utilise the elements in the air to enrich the soil.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0  width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+<center><b>Australia's Mineral Resources</b></center><br>
+<p>
+It has been objected that in the above epitome no mention is made of
+the great mineral wealth of Australia. The reason is that minerals,
+exceedingly useful as they are in the arts, are not absolutely
+necessary (with the exception perhaps of iron) to the feeding,
+clothing, and housing of mankind. Vast multitudes have lived without
+them; but it may be remarked that Australia is a country very rich in
+minerals; some hold it the richest in the world. It possesses immense
+deposits of iron not yet utilised, and the most extensive gold-fields
+yet discovered. Australia and Tasmania have, according to the latest
+estimate of our Commonwealth Statistician, produced minerals to the
+value of &pound;660,252,694&mdash;comprising in round numbers, Gold
+&pound;474,000,000; Tin &pound;24,000,000; and other kinds
+&pound;8,000,000. The bulk
+of the above has been produced during the last 60 years, in a
+population rising from about 300,000 to 4,000,000 and it forecasts
+how vast the mineral-producing future of Australia is likely to be.
+Altogether Australia is a country as highly favoured by nature as any
+other of equal size upon earth, for the bountiful production of
+useful animals, vegetables, minerals, and men.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0  width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Best Country On Earth&mdash;Unknown
+Australia</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"'If we Australians took as much trouble to prepare for our summer
+as the Canadians take to forestall their winter, Australia would be
+THE MOST PROSPEROUS COUNTRY ON EARTH.'
+<p>
+The speaker was the Rev. A. R. Edgar, head of the Central Mission,
+Melbourne.
+<p>
+"'After circling the globe, then, you are still satisfied that
+Australia is not a bad country to live in?'
+<p>
+"'The best,' said Mr Edgar, emphatically. 'I have no hesitation in
+saying that Canada and America are not to be compared with Australia.
+Unfortunately, England doesn't know it. Australia herself doesn't
+half realise it, and as for America and Canada, they haven't the
+remotest ghost of a notion of it. In England they learn with
+regrettable slowness, and their knowledge is scanty indeed; but
+across the Atlantic the ignorance is deplorable. "Australia?" says
+the Canadian. "Oh yes! Let's see, that's the place where it's always
+droughty&mdash;yes, yes, to be sure, the place where y' can't get a
+drink
+of water." He laughs at the idea of Australia producing as much wool
+and wheat as Canada, and bluntly tells you there's no country on the
+face of the planet can grow wheat and wool like his. But the fact is,
+there isn't a bit of territory fit to compare with the Western
+District of Victoria, for example, and conditions are infinitely
+harder for the agriculturist than in Australia. Canada's western
+district is icebound in winter, and her eastern lands are strewn over
+with great boulders, between which the plough works laboriously in
+and out'."&mdash;From the "New Idea."
+<p>
+I often feel for the dweller in Canada; for notwithstanding his
+beautiful spring and autumn he has six months of ice and snow and
+freezing winds, and I feel selfishly grateful that my lot is cast in
+more genial Australia.
+<p>
+Let us well ponder Mr. Edgar's concise and forcible statement: "If we
+Australians took as much trouble to prepare for our summer as the
+Canadians take to forestall their winter, Australia would be the most
+prosperous country on earth."
+<p>
+This is quite true. The Canadian must thoughtfully and rationally
+prepare for his winter, or he would freeze and starve. We have no
+frigid climate to prepare against, but we have possible drought, and
+our first and greatest consideration should be the conservation of
+water for irrigation.
+<p>
+This water conservation is exceedingly important thing. Men do not
+think, and the waste is enormous. When the rain falls it runs into
+the gully, from the gully to the creek, from the creek to the river,
+from the river into the sea; and then in the dry season water is
+deplorably scarce.
+<p>
+I once asked a young squatter from the New South Wales side of the
+Murray "Have you got a garden?" He answered: "No: it is too dry up
+our way!" I said, "How do you get water for domestic purposes?" He
+answered, "We catch it off the roof; we catch it in 11 tanks and are
+never out of a supply." I asked, "How large an area have all your
+roofs put together?" He answered, "I think about 20 feet by 100
+feet." This would be about a twentieth of an acre. Now just reflect!
+One acre of rainfall would supply, if caught, 20 establishments like
+that squatter's home, for the rain would fall fairly alike over that
+part of the country. A rainfall of 30 inches over an acre of ground
+measures about 680,000 gallons and weighs about 3000 tons, the bulk
+of which is allowed to run away every year!
+<p>
+A gentleman said to me the other day, "Since the water was brought to
+Coolgardie and Kalgoorlie, under Sir John Forrest's great scheme, they
+have very beautiful gardens right along the line of supply. Wherever
+the water touches the land the vegetation is splendid, and, what is
+more, the evaporation is bringing heavier rainfall." Of course,
+wherever cultivation and irrigation are carried on, more evaporation
+takes place, and, in most cases, causes additional rainfall.
+<p>
+When I affirmed that Australia was capable of supporting 400 millions
+of people I did not mean Australia as we now have it, but as it might
+be, and probably will be, when water is carefully conserved and its
+soil scientifically irrigated and cultivated.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;E.W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="002"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#001">Previous</A>
+ - <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+ - <A HREF="#003">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 2&mdash;Cole's Funny Picture Book</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="I Want Cole's Funny Picture Book."
+src="images/page002a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="003"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#002">Previous</A>
+ - Index
+ - <A HREF="#004">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 3&mdash;Index</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+<center><b>This Is The Funniest Picture Book In The World For
+Children</b></center><br>
+<p>
+If you search through the World you will not get a book that will so
+please a child, if you pay &pound;100 or even &pound;1000 for it. To
+parents,
+Grandparents, Uncles, Aunts, and Friends&mdash;Every Good Child
+should be
+given one of these Books for being Good. Every Bad Child should be
+given one to try to make it Good.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD vAlign="top" align="left">
+<small>
+<b>BABY RHYMES</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby Going to Bed
+<A HREF="#004">4</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby, Getting up
+<A HREF="#005">5</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This Pig Went to Market
+<A HREF="#006">6</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby Riding
+<A HREF="#006">6</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Naughty Baby
+<A HREF="#007">7</A>
+<br><br>
+<b>LITTLE CHILDREN'S STORIES</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tom Thumb's Alphabet
+<A HREF="#008">8</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sing a Song-a-Sixpence
+<A HREF="#008">8</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Apple Pie
+<A HREF="#008">8</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Captain Duck
+<A HREF="#008">8</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hey-Diddle-Diddle
+<A HREF="#009">9</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>GIRL LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cry-Baby Belle
+<A HREF="#010">10</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Naughty Little Girl
+<A HREF="#010">10</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Paulina Pry
+<A HREF="#010">10</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tearful Annie
+<A HREF="#010">10</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hattie's Birthday
+<A HREF="#011">11</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Youth and Age
+<A HREF="#011">11</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Lost Child
+<A HREF="#011">11</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Mary
+<A HREF="#011">11</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl and Angel
+<A HREF="#011">11</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl Who Wouldn't go to Bed
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl That Beat Her Sister
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Sulky Girl
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl Who Sucked Her Fingers
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Greedy Little Girl
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl Who Played With Fire
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Vulgar Little Lady
+<A HREF="#012">12</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Peggy Won't
+<A HREF="#013">13</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Wonderful Shadows
+<A HREF="#013">13</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Bo-Peep
+<A HREF="#014">14</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pammy Was A Pretty Girl
+<A HREF="#014">14</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Little Husband
+<A HREF="#014">14</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm Governess
+<A HREF="#014">14</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Meddlesome Matty
+<A HREF="#015">15</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl Who Spilled the Ink
+<A HREF="#015">15</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl Who Was Always Tasting
+<A HREF="#015">15</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sally the Lazy Girl
+<A HREF="#015">15</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl Who Wouldn't Comb Her Hair
+<A HREF="#015">15</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Nasty Cross Girls
+<A HREF="#015">15</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Red Riding Hood
+<A HREF="#016">16</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm Grandmama
+<A HREF="#016">16</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Babes in the Wood
+<A HREF="#016">16</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cinderella
+<A HREF="#017">17</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Three Bears
+<A HREF="#017">17</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bluebeard
+<A HREF="#017">17</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Girl
+<A HREF="#018">18</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Little Daughter's Shoes
+<A HREF="#018">18</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Old Cradle
+<A HREF="#018">18</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Little Goose
+<A HREF="#018">18</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girls
+<A HREF="#019">19</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girls Names
+<A HREF="#019">19</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Vain Sarah
+<A HREF="#019">19</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Several Kinds of Girls
+<A HREF="#019">19</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jumping Jennie
+<A HREF="#020">20</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I Don't Care
+<A HREF="#020">20</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Miss Meddlesome
+<A HREF="#020">20</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Careless Matilda
+<A HREF="#020">20</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forty Little School Girls
+<A HREF="#021">21</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Funny Monkeys
+<A HREF="#021">21</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tangle Pate
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Careless Girl
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Naughty Girl
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mopy Maria
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Disobedient May
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sluttishness
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jane Who Bit Her Nails
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poking Fun
+<A HREF="#022">22</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Pin
+<A HREF="#023">23</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stupid Jane
+<A HREF="#023">23</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pouting Polly
+<A HREF="#023">23</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Untidy Emily
+<A HREF="#023">23</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Maidenhood
+<A HREF="#024">24</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girls That Are in Demand
+<A HREF="#024">24</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girls' Names
+<A HREF="#024">24</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Name of Kate
+<A HREF="#024">24</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl-Scolding Machine
+<A HREF="#025">25</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jenny Lee
+<A HREF="#026">26</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Work Before Play
+<A HREF="#026">26</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lucy Grey
+<A HREF="#026">26</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary Had a Little Lamb
+<A HREF="#026">26</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We Are Seven
+<A HREF="#027">27</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The poor But Blind Girl
+<A HREF="#027">27</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grace Darling
+<A HREF="#027">27</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Tidy Girl
+<A HREF="#027">27</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ruby Cole
+<A HREF="#028">28</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>BOY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Vally Cole
+<A HREF="#029">29</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tom The Piper's Son
+<A HREF="#030">30</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;House That Jack Built
+<A HREF="#031">31</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Simple Simon
+<A HREF="#031">31</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ten Little Niggers
+<A HREF="#031">31</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jack the Giant Killer
+<A HREF="#032">32</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jack and the Beanstalk
+<A HREF="#032">32</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hop-o-my-Thumb
+<A HREF="#033">33</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tom Thumb
+<A HREF="#033">33</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Naughty Boys
+<A HREF="#034">34</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dirty Jack
+<A HREF="#035">35</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mischievous Fingers
+<A HREF="#035">35</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Boy Stealing Apples
+<A HREF="#035">35</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Playing With Fire
+<A HREF="#035">35</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wicked Willie
+<A HREF="#036">36</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rude, Bad, Naughty Boy
+<A HREF="#036">36</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Chinky Chow
+<A HREF="#037">37</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Nice Boy
+<A HREF="#038">38</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Wicked Joking Boy
+<A HREF="#038">38</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jack the Glutton
+<A HREF="#039">39</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tom the Dainty Boy
+<A HREF="#039">39</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A birds Nest Robber
+<A HREF="#039">39</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Cruel Boy
+<A HREF="#039">39</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Boy Whipping Machine
+<A HREF="#040">40</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#041">41</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>DOLLY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss's Doll
+<A HREF="#042">42</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pretty Doll
+<A HREF="#042">42</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly and I
+<A HREF="#043">43</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's Broken Arm
+<A HREF="#043">43</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Polly and Her Dolly
+<A HREF="#043">43</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Singing to Dolly
+<A HREF="#044">44</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Dolly
+<A HREF="#044">44</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's Asleep
+<A HREF="#044">44</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lost Dolly
+<A HREF="#045">45</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Talking To Dolly
+<A HREF="#045">45</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Darling Dolly
+<A HREF="#045">45</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ten Little Dollies
+<A HREF="#046">46</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Washing-Day Troubles
+<A HREF="#047">47</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;New Tea Things
+<A HREF="#047">47</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Doll Dress Making
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly Town
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Lost Doll
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's Counterpane
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sewing For Dolly
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Little Doll Rose
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Wooden Doll
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Buy My Dolls
+<A HREF="#048">48</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's Doctor
+<A HREF="#049">49</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's Broken Nose
+<A HREF="#049">49</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dead Dolly
+<A HREF="#049">49</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Soldier Dolly
+<A HREF="#049">49</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Christening Dolly
+<A HREF="#050">50</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Maggie's Talk to Dolly
+<A HREF="#050">50</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Minnie's Talk to Dolly
+<A HREF="#050">50</A>
+<br>
+</small>
+</TD><TD vAlign="top" align="left">
+<small>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Dolly
+<A HREF="#050">50</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's Wedding
+<A HREF="#050">50</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grandmamma's Visit
+<A HREF="#051">51</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lucy's Dolls
+<A HREF="#051">51</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Doll Show
+<A HREF="#052">52</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Doll's Adventures
+<A HREF="#053">53</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Story of a Doll
+<A HREF="#053">53</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm Homesick Dolly Dear
+<A HREF="#054">54</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Thousand Names For<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dollies and Babies
+<A HREF="#055">55</A>
+,
+<A HREF="#056">56</A>
+,
+<A HREF="#057">57</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>NAUGHTINESS LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Good Mamma
+<A HREF="#058">58</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How They Made Up
+<A HREF="#058">58</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cross Patch
+<A HREF="#058">58</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sulky Sarah
+<A HREF="#058">58</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A New Year's Gift
+<A HREF="#059">59</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Angry Words
+<A HREF="#059">59</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Love One Another
+<A HREF="#059">59</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Anger
+<A HREF="#060">60</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl That Beat Her Sister
+<A HREF="#060">60</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Dick Snappy
+<A HREF="#060">60</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where Do You Live
+<A HREF="#061">61</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Govern Your Temper
+<A HREF="#061">61</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Ragged Girl's Sunday
+<A HREF="#062">62</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Foolish Fanny
+<A HREF="#062">62</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pride
+<A HREF="#063">63</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Finery
+<A HREF="#063">63</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Fop
+<A HREF="#063">63</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greedy Ned
+<A HREF="#064">64</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greedy Girl
+<A HREF="#064">64</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greedy Richard
+<A HREF="#064">64</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Story Of an Apple
+<A HREF="#064">64</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Plum Cake
+<A HREF="#065">65</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Glutton
+<A HREF="#065">65</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hoggish Henry
+<A HREF="#065">65</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Selfishness
+<A HREF="#065">65</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Truthful Dottie
+<A HREF="#066">66</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;False Alarms
+<A HREF="#066">66</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girl That Told A Lie
+<A HREF="#066">66</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Idle Mary
+<A HREF="#067">67</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lazy Sal
+<A HREF="#067">67</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Work Bag
+<A HREF="#067">67</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Two Gardens
+<A HREF="#067">67</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Doing Nothing
+<A HREF="#067">67</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lazy Sam
+<A HREF="#068">68</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Beggar Man
+<A HREF="#068">68</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lazyland
+<A HREF="#068">68</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Lazy Boy
+<A HREF="#069">69</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Sluggard
+<A HREF="#069">69</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Idle Dicky and the Goat
+<A HREF="#069">69</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come and Go
+<A HREF="#069">69</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Cruel Boy
+<A HREF="#070">70</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Story of Cruel Fred
+<A HREF="#070">70</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Worm
+<A HREF="#070">70</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No One Will See Me
+<A HREF="#071">71</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Boy and His Mother
+<A HREF="#071">71</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Boys and the Apple Tree
+<A HREF="#072">72</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou Shalt Not Steal
+<A HREF="#072">72</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Thief
+<A HREF="#072">72</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Thieves' Ladder
+<A HREF="#073">73</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>SANTA CLAUS LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Santa Claus Land
+<A HREF="#074">74</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Visit From St. Nicholas
+<A HREF="#075">75</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What Santa Claus Brings
+<A HREF="#075">75</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Mary
+<A HREF="#075">75</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Christmas
+<A HREF="#075">75</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Christmas Eve Adventure
+<A HREF="#076">76</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Bennie
+<A HREF="#076">76</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Santa Claus
+<A HREF="#077">77</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Night Before Christmas
+<A HREF="#077">77</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Annie and Willie's Prayer
+<A HREF="#078">78</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Budd's Stocking
+<A HREF="#079">79</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Christmas Morning
+<A HREF="#079">79</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nellie And Santa Claus
+<A HREF="#080">80</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hang Up Baby's Stocking
+<A HREF="#080">80</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>PLAY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rabbit on the Wall
+<A HREF="#081">81</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Romp
+<A HREF="#081">81</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tired of Play
+<A HREF="#082">82</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Lost Playmate
+<A HREF="#082">82</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In The Toy Shop
+<A HREF="#083">83</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Playing Store
+<A HREF="#083">83</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Neat Little Clara
+<A HREF="#083">83</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hide and Seek
+<A HREF="#083">83</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Sailors
+<A HREF="#084">84</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come Out to Play
+<A HREF="#084">84</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mud Pies
+<A HREF="#084">84</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hay Making
+<A HREF="#084">84</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Johnny the Stout
+<A HREF="#085">85</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Training Time
+<A HREF="#086">86</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Playtime
+<A HREF="#087">87</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Romping
+<A HREF="#087">87</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nurse's Song
+<A HREF="#087">87</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Swinging
+<A HREF="#088">88</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Skating
+<A HREF="#088">88</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The skipping Rope
+<A HREF="#088">88</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Baby's Debut
+<A HREF="#089">89</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>READING LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Reading
+<A HREF="#090">90</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mrs Grammar's Ball
+<A HREF="#090">90</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grammar in Rhyme
+<A HREF="#090">90</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Reading Land
+<A HREF="#091">91</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>WRITING LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Flo's Letter
+<A HREF="#092">92</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The First Letter
+<A HREF="#092">92</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby's Letter to Uncle
+<A HREF="#092">92</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nell's Letter
+<A HREF="#092">92</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Two Letters
+<A HREF="#092">92</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Going to Write to Papa
+<A HREF="#093">93</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Papa's Letter
+<A HREF="#093">93</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Polly's Letter to Ben
+<A HREF="#094">94</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Sunday Fisherman
+<A HREF="#095">95</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Essay on Pictures
+<A HREF="#096">96</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>DRAWING LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The New Slate
+<A HREF="#097">97</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Learning to Draw
+<A HREF="#098">98</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Lesson in Drawing
+<A HREF="#099">99</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>OLD MEN TALES</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Man and His Wife
+<A HREF="#100">100</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;John Ball Shot Them All
+<A HREF="#100">100</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Funny Old Man
+<A HREF="#100">100</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Strange Men
+<A HREF="#100">100</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jack Sprat
+<A HREF="#101">101</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cross Old Man
+<A HREF="#101">101</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very Funny Men
+<A HREF="#101">101</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Utter Nonsense
+<A HREF="#102">102</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;History Of John Gilpin
+<A HREF="#103">103</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Australian Native Choir
+<A HREF="#104">104</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>OLD WOMEN TALES</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
+<A HREF="#106">106</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mother Goose
+<A HREF="#107">107</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Women of Stepney
+<A HREF="#107">107</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Funny Old Women
+<A HREF="#108">108</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Woman Who Went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Up in a Basket
+<A HREF="#108">108</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Twenty-six Funny Women
+<A HREF="#109">109</A>
+<br>
+</small>
+</TD><TD vAlign="top" align="left">
+<small>
+<b>TRAVELLING LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forty Ways of Travelling
+<A HREF="#110">110</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#113">113</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flying Machines
+<A HREF="#114">114</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#117">117</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>NAME LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp; Boys' Names
+<A HREF="#118">118</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp; Girls' Names
+<A HREF="#119">119</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>GAME LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cole's Game of Hats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and Bonnets
+<A HREF="#120">120</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#123">123</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Riddles and Catches
+<A HREF="#124">124</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#127">127</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Picture Puzzles
+<A HREF="#128">128</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#143">143</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shadows on the Wall
+<A HREF="#144">144</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Deaf and Dumb Alphabet
+<A HREF="#145">145</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Language of Flowers
+<A HREF="#146">146</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Kindness to Animals
+<A HREF="#147">147</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Funny Australian Natives
+<A HREF="#148">148</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#149">149</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>PUSSY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Pussy
+<A HREF="#150">150</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pussy-Cat and Mousey
+<A HREF="#150">150</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss and the Monkey
+<A HREF="#150">150</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary's Puss Drowned
+<A HREF="#150">150</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dame Trot's Puss
+<A HREF="#151">151</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Daddy Hubbard's Cat
+<A HREF="#152">152</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Story of a Little Mouse
+<A HREF="#153">153</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tom, Puss, and the Rats
+<A HREF="#154">154</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss in Boots
+<A HREF="#155">155</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Monkey and the Cats
+<A HREF="#155">155</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dick Whittington
+<A HREF="#155">155</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More Pussy Land
+<A HREF="#156">156</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The White Kitten
+<A HREF="#157">157</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Pussy
+<A HREF="#158">158</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss and the Crab
+<A HREF="#158">158</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss in the Corner
+<A HREF="#159">159</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tabby
+<A HREF="#159">159</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Puss
+<A HREF="#159">159</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dead Kitten
+<A HREF="#160">160</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Own Puss
+<A HREF="#161">161</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Putting Kitty to Bed
+<A HREF="#161">161</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>DOGGY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mother Hubbard and Dog
+<A HREF="#162">162</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss and Rover
+<A HREF="#163">163</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No Breakfast for Growler
+<A HREF="#163">163</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor Old Tray
+<A HREF="#163">163</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>GOAT LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'Grady's Goat
+<A HREF="#164">164</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Goat and the Swing
+<A HREF="#164">164</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>MONKEY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Meddlesome Jacko
+<A HREF="#165">165</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Fruitless Sorrow
+<A HREF="#165">165</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>GEE-GEE LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Wonderful Horse
+<A HREF="#166">166</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Horse
+<A HREF="#166">166</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Good Dobbin
+<A HREF="#166">166</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Horse Sentenced to Die
+<A HREF="#167">167</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Arab and His Horse
+<A HREF="#167">167</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Farmer John
+<A HREF="#168">168</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>DONKEY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Cottager's Donkey
+<A HREF="#169">169</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Jack the Donkey
+<A HREF="#169">169</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor Donkey's Epitaph
+<A HREF="#169">169</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>MOO-MOO LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Cow and the Ass
+<A HREF="#170">170</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Cowboy's Song
+<A HREF="#171">171</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Calf
+<A HREF="#171">171</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>BA-BA LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Lost Lamb
+<A HREF="#172">172</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Pet Lamb
+<A HREF="#172">172</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#173">173</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>PIGGY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Pig is a Gentleman
+<A HREF="#174">174</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Five Little Pigs
+<A HREF="#174">174</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Self-willed pig
+<A HREF="#174">174</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Three Naughty Pigs
+<A HREF="#175">175</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Spectre Pig
+<A HREF="#175">175</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Chinese Pig
+<A HREF="#176">176</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dame Crump and Her Pig
+<A HREF="#176">176</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Woman and Her Pig
+<A HREF="#177">177</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Three Little Pigs
+<A HREF="#177">177</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>BUNNY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Disobedient Bunny
+<A HREF="#178">178</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Wild Rabbits
+<A HREF="#178">178</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Pet Rabbit
+<A HREF="#178">178</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Little Hare
+<A HREF="#179">179</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Poor Hunted Hare
+<A HREF="#179">179</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Epitaph on a Hare
+<A HREF="#179">179</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>RAT LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pied Piper of Hamelin
+<A HREF="#180">180</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wicked Bishop Hatto
+<A HREF="#181">181</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>MOUSEY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Three Mice
+<A HREF="#182">182</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Foolish Mouse
+<A HREF="#182">182</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Run, Mousey, Run!
+<A HREF="#182">182</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Gingerbread Cat
+<A HREF="#182">182</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Clever Mother Mouse
+<A HREF="#183">183</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Mouse's Call
+<A HREF="#183">183</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Foolish Mouse
+<A HREF="#183">183</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>FROGGY LAND</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Foolish Frogs
+<A HREF="#184">184</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Marriage of Mr. Froggie
+<A HREF="#184">184</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frogs at School
+<A HREF="#184">184</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frog That Went a Wooing
+<A HREF="#185">185</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mixed Animal Land
+<A HREF="#186">186</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#187">187</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Squirrel
+<A HREF="#188">188</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wonderful Bird Nests
+<A HREF="#189">189</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cole's Poems on Books
+<A HREF="#190">190</A>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>COMIC ADVERTISER</b><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Serious Sambo
+<A HREF="#191">191</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughter as a Medicine
+<A HREF="#191">191</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Man Made to Laugh
+<A HREF="#191">191</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Josh Billings' Prayer
+<A HREF="#191">191</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fun Better Than Physic
+<A HREF="#192">192</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fun About Music
+<A HREF="#193">193</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Going to Coles' Book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Arcade
+<A HREF="#194">194</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#195">195</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wonderful Sea Serpent
+<A HREF="#196">196</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Funny, Foolish and<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Useful Fashions
+<A HREF="#197">197</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#201">201</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Boy Smoking
+<A HREF="#202">202</A>
+-
+<A HREF="#203">203</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Narcotics and Intoxicants
+<A HREF="#204">204</A>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pipes of the World
+<A HREF="#205">205</A>
+<br>
+</small>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+  <TBODY>
+    <TR>
+      <TD align="left">
+READER&mdash;There are only 365 pieces mentioned in this index, but
+the
+Book contains 2,000 pieces and pictures, large and small. It is a
+complete cyclopoedia of child-lore, and first-class kindergarten
+book&mdash;to amuse and teach at the same time. No child's book
+ever published
+has been, nor is now, so great a favourite as this one.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<a name="004"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#003">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#005">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 4&mdash;Baby Rhymes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tired And Going To Bed." src="images/page004a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>A Piece of Poetry for Mother and Father to
+Read</b><br>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+I suppose if all the children,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who have lived through ages long,<br>
+Were collected and inspected<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They would make a wondrous throng.<br>
+<p>
+Oh the babble of the Babel!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, the flutter and the fuss;<br>
+To begin with Cain and Abel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And to finish up with us!<br>
+<p>
+Some have never laughed nor spoken,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never used their rosy feet;<br>
+Some have even flown to heaven,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ere they knew that earth was sweet.<br>
+<p>
+And indeed, I wonder whether,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If we reckon every birth,<br>
+And bring such a flock together,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There is room for them on earth.<br>
+<p>
+Think of all the men and women<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who are now and who have been;<br>
+Every nation since creation<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That this world of ours has seen.<br>
+<p>
+And of all of them not any<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But was once a baby small;<br>
+While of children, oh, how many<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never have grown up at all.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="005"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#004">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#006">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 5&mdash;Baby Rhymes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Getting Up As Happy As Larks." src="images/page005a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Who will wash their smiling faces?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who their saucy ears will box?<br>
+Who will dress them and caress them?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who will darn their little socks?<br>
+<p>
+Where are arms enough to hold them?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hands to pat each smiling head?<br>
+Who will praise them? who will scold them?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who will pack them off to bed?<br>
+<p>
+Little happy Christian children,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little savage children too,<br>
+In all stages of all ages,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That our planet ever knew;<br>
+<p>
+Little princes and princesses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little beggars, wan and faint&mdash;<br>
+Some in very handsome dresses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Naked some, bedaubed with paint.<br>
+<p>
+Only think of the confusion<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such a motley crowd would make;<br>
+And the clatter of their chatter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the things that they won't break<br>
+<p>
+Oh the babble of the Babel!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, the flutter and the fuss;<br>
+To begin with Cain and Abel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And to finish up with us!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="006"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#005">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#007">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 6&mdash;Children's Rhymes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Children's Rhymes</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<img alt="This Pig Went To Market." src="images/page006a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+1. This pig went to market:<br>
+2. This pig stayed at home:<br>
+3. This pig had meat:<br>
+4. This pig had none:<br>
+5. And this pig cried,
+"Wee, wee," all the way home.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Game of Child's Features</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Here sits the Lord Mayor! (forehead)<br>
+Here sits his two men! (eyes)<br>
+Here sits the cock! (right cheek)<br>
+Here sits the hen! (left cheek)<br>
+Here sit the little chickens! (tip of nose)<br>
+Here they run in; (mouth)<br>
+Chinchopper, chinchopper,<br>
+Chinchopper, chin! (chuck the chin)<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Face Game</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ring the bell! (giving its hair a pull)<br>
+Knock at the door! (tapping its forehead)<br>
+Draw the latch! (pulling up it's nose)<br>
+And walk in! (putting finger in mouth)<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Face Game</b></center><br>
+<p>
+(Eye) Bo Peeper! (Nose) Nose dreeper!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Chin) Chinchopper!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Teeth) White Lopper!<br>
+(Mouth) little gap! (Tongue) and red rag!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Game on the Toes</b></center><br>
+<p>
+1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;<br>
+2. What to do there? says that pig;<br>
+3. Too look for my mother, says this pig;<br>
+4. What to do with her? says that pig;<br>
+5. Kiss her to death, says this pig.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Going to Market</b></center><br>
+<p>
+To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;<br>
+Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.<br>
+To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;<br>
+Home again, home again, joggety-jog.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby Riding</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ride baby, ride, pretty baby shall ride,<br>
+And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side.<br>
+And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,<br>
+And away she shall ride to see her grand-mother,<br>
+To see her grandmother.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Ride a Cock-Horse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see what Tommy can buy;<br>
+A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a two-penny apple pie.<br>
+Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see a young lady on a white horse,<br>
+Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so she makes music wherever she goes.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby Riding</b></center><br>
+<p>
+This is the way the ladies ride;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tre, tre, tree,<br>
+This is the way the ladies ride;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tre, tre, tree.<br>
+This is the way the gentlemen ride;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!<br>
+This is the way the gentlemen ride;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!<br>
+This is the way the farmers ride;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!<br>
+This is the way the farmers ride;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Clap Hands</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Clap hands, clap hands,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till father comes home;<br>
+For father's got money,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But mother's got none.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>When Dad Comes Home</b></center><br>
+<p>
+You shall have an apple,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You shall have a plum,<br>
+You shall have a rattle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When your dad comes home.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pat-A-Cake</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!<br>
+So I will, master, as fast as I can,<br>
+Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,<br>
+Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Come, Butter, Come</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Churn, butter, churn! come, butter, come!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Peter stands at the gate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Waiting for a butter cake;<br>
+Come, butter, come!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby Crying</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When Jacky's a very good boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He shall have cakes and a custard;<br>
+But when he does nothing but cry,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He shall have nothing but mustard.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="007"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#006">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#008">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 7&mdash;Children's Rhymes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hickup, go away.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hickup, hickup, go away!<br>
+Come again another day:<br>
+Hickup, hickup, when I bake,<br>
+I'll give to you a butter-cake.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dance, Baby.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dance, little baby, dance up high,<br>
+Never mind, baby, mother is nigh;<br>
+Crow and caper, caper and crow&mdash;<br>
+There, little baby, there you go!<br>
+Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,<br>
+Backwards and forwards, round and round.<br>
+Dance, little baby, and mother will sing!<br>
+Merrily, merrily, ding, dong, ding!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dance, Little Baby.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dance to your daddy,<br>
+My little babby,<br>
+Dance to your daddy,<br>
+My little lamb.<br>
+You shall have a fishy<br>
+In a little dishy;<br>
+You shall have a fishy<br>
+When the boat comes in.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Danty Baby Diddy.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Danty baby diddy,<br>
+What can a mammy do wid'e,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But sit in a lap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And give 'un a pap?<br>
+Sing danty baby diddy.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hush-a-bye Baa Lamb.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hush-a-bye, a baa lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hush-a-by a milk cow,<br>
+You shall have a little stick<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To beat the naughty bow-wow.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Bye, Baby Bunting.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Bye, baby bunting,<br>
+Daddy's gone a hunting,<br>
+To get a little rabbit skin<br>
+To wrap a baby bunting in.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hush-a-bye Baby.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hush-a-bye baby, on the tree top,<br>
+When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;<br>
+When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall;<br>
+Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.<br>
+Hush-a-bye baby, Daddy is near:<br>
+Mammy's a lady, and that's very clear.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Rock-a-bye Baby.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green;<br>
+Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;<br>
+And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,<br>
+And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Kissing Baby.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,<br>
+My darling, my honey, my pretty, sweet boy;<br>
+Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,<br>
+Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good-night Baby</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Baby, baby, lay your head<br>
+On your pretty cradle bed;<br>
+Shut your eye-peeps, now the day<br>
+And the light are gone away;<br>
+All the clothes are tucked in tight,<br>
+Little baby, dear, good night.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lie still with Daddy.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hush thee, my babby,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lie still with thy daddy,<br>
+Thy mammy has gone to the mill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To grind thee some wheat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make thee some meat,<br>
+And so, my babby, lie still.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Monkey Feeding Baby." src="images/page007a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Monkey feeding Baby.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, my lady! my lady! my lady!<br>
+Here's that funny monkey<br>
+Has put on your night-cap,<br>
+And is feeding<br>
+The baby! the baby! the baby!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby getting up</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Baby, baby ope your eye,<br>
+For the sun is in the sky,<br>
+And he's peeping once again<br>
+Through the pretty window pane:<br>
+Little baby, do not keep<br>
+Any longer fast asleep.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Washing Baby's Hands</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Wash hands, wash,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Daddy's gone to plough;<br>
+If you want your hands wash'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have them washed now.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Combing Baby's Hair</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Comb hair, comb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Daddy's gone to plough;<br>
+If you want your hair comb'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have it combed now.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby Brother</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My pretty baby-brother<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is six months old to-day,<br>
+And though he cannot speak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He knows whate'er I say.<br>
+<p>
+Whenever I come near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He crows for very joy;<br>
+And dearly do I love him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The darling baby-boy.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby</b></center><br>
+<p>
+He opens his mouth when he kisses you;<br>
+He cries very loud when he misses you;<br>
+He says "Boo! boo! boo!" for "How-do-you-do?"<br>
+And he strokes down your face when he's loving you.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Learning to walk alone</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, my darling, come away,<br>
+Take a pretty walk to-day;<br>
+Run along, and never fear,<br>
+I'll take care of baby dear;<br>
+Up and down with little feet,<br>
+That's the way to walk, my sweet.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>See-Saw</b></center><br>
+<p>
+See-saw sacradown,<br>
+Which is the way to London town,<br>
+One foot up is the other down,<br>
+That is the way to London town.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Naughty Baby</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Baby, baby Charlie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Naughty in his play,<br>
+Slapping little Annie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushing her away.<br>
+<p>
+Patting with his soft hands,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing in his fun;<br>
+Slapping with such good-will,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That the tear-drops run.<br>
+<p>
+Do not cry, dear Annie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wipe away the tear;<br>
+Keep away from Charlie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Do not come so near,<br>
+<p>
+Or his little hands will<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pull your curly hair;<br>
+Peep at baby, Annie&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Peep behind the chair.<br>
+<p>
+Kiss the baby, darling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Kiss the little one;<br>
+He is only playing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his baby fun.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="008"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#007">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#009">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 8&mdash;Little Children's Stories</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tom Thumb's Alphabet</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A was an archer, who shot at a frog;<br>
+B was a butcher, who had a great dog;<br>
+C was a captain, all covered with lace;<br>
+D was a drunkard, and had a red face;<br>
+E was an esquire, with pride on his brow;<br>
+F was a farmer, who followed the plough;<br>
+G was a gamer, who had but ill luck;<br>
+H was a hunter, and hunted a buck;<br>
+I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse;<br>
+J was a joiner, and built up a house;<br>
+K was King William, once governed this land;<br>
+L was a lady, who had a white hand;<br>
+M was a miser, and hoarded up gold:<br>
+N was a nobleman, gallant and bold;<br>
+O was an oyster girl, and went about town;<br>
+P was a parson, and wore a black gown;<br>
+Q was a queen, who wore a silk slip;<br>
+R was a robber, and wanted a whip;<br>
+S was a sailor, and spent all he got;<br>
+T was a tinker, and mended a pot;<br>
+U was an usurer, a miserable elf;<br>
+V was a vintner, who drank all himself;<br>
+W was a watchman, and guarded the door;<br>
+X was expensive, and so became poor;<br>
+Y was a youth, that did not love school;<br>
+Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool;<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sing a Song-a-Sixpence</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Sing a song-a-sixpence,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pocket full of rye;<br>
+Four-and-twenty blackbirds<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baked in a pie;<br>
+When the pie was opened<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The birds began to sing:<br>
+Was that not a dainty dish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To set before the king?<br>
+The king was in his counting-house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Counting out his money,<br>
+The queen was in the parlour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eating bread and honey;<br>
+The maid was in the garden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanging out the clothes;<br>
+Down came a blackbird,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And snapt off her nose.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Chairs to Mend</b></center><br>
+<p>
+If I'd as much money as I could spend,<br>
+I never would cry old chairs to mend;<br>
+Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;<br>
+I never would cry old chairs to mend.<br>
+If I'd as much money as I could tell,<br>
+I never would cry old clothes to sell;<br>
+Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;<br>
+I never would cry old clothes to sell.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dad's gane to Ploo</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cock-a-doodle-doo,<br>
+My dad's gane to ploo;<br>
+Mammy's lost her pudding-poke<br>
+And knows not what to do.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hot Cross Buns</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns!<br>
+One a penny, two a penny,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hot-cross buns!<br>
+Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns!<br>
+If you have no daughters,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Give them to your sons.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Rabbit Pie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit-pie!<br>
+Come, my ladies, come and buy;<br>
+Else your babies they will cry.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Baker With Pie." src="images/page008a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A&mdash;Apple-Pie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A apple pie;<br>
+B bit it;<br>
+C cut it;<br>
+D danced for it;<br>
+E eat it;<br>
+F fought for it;<br>
+G got it;<br>
+H had it;<br>
+I ignored it;<br>
+J jumped for it;<br>
+K kept it;<br>
+L longed for it;<br>
+M mourned for it;<br>
+N nodded at it;<br>
+O opened it;<br>
+P peeped in it;<br>
+Q quartered it;<br>
+R ran for it;<br>
+S stole it;<br>
+T took it;<br>
+U uncovered it;<br>
+V viewed it;<br>
+W wanted it;<br>
+X ax'ed for it;<br>
+Y yawned for it:<br>
+Z cried, "Zounds! let's eat it up."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Three Men in a Tub</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Rub a dub, dub,<br>
+Three men in a tub;<br>
+And who do you think they were?<br>
+The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,<br>
+They all came out of a rotten potato.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dinner</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?<br>
+How many holes in a skimmer?<br>
+Four-and-twenty, my stomach is empty;<br>
+Pray mamma, give me some dinner.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Barber</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Barber, barber, shave a pig,<br>
+How many hairs will make a wig?<br>
+"Four-and-twenty, that's enough,"<br>
+Give the barber a pinch of snuff.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Punch and Judy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Punch and Judy fought for a pie;<br>
+Punch gave Judy a blow on the eye.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pease Pudding</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pease pudding hot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pease pudding cold,<br>
+Pease pudding in the pot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nine days old.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Porridge</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little bit of powdered beef,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a great net of cabbage,<br>
+The best meal I have to-day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is a good bowl of porridge.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Shaving</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The barber shaved the mason,<br>
+As I suppose cut of his nose,<br>
+And popp'd it in a basin.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Captain Duck</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I saw a ship a-sailing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A-sailing on the sea;<br>
+And, oh! it was all laden<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With pretty things for thee.<br>
+There were comfits in the cabin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And apples in the holds;<br>
+The sails were made of silk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the masts were made of gold.<br>
+The four-and-twenty sailors<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That stood between the decks,<br>
+Were four-and-twenty white mice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With chains about their necks.<br>
+The captain was a duck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a packet on his back;<br>
+And when the ship began to move,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The captain said "Quack quack!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Tee Wee</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Tee Wee' he went to sea<br>
+In an open boat; and while afloat<br>
+The little boat bended,<br>
+And my story's ended.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="009"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#008">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#010">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 9&mdash;Children's Rhymes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack be Quick</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Jack be nimble, and Jack be quick;<br>
+And Jack jump over the candle-stick.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack Sprat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat had a cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It had but one ear;<br>
+It went to buy butter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When butter was dear.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack Horner</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eating a Christmas Pie;<br>
+He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,<br>
+And said, "What a good boy am I!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tom Tucker</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Tom Tucker<br>
+Sings for his supper;<br>
+What shall he eat?<br>
+White bread and butter.<br>
+How shall he cut it<br>
+Without e'er a knife?<br>
+How will he be married<br>
+Without e'er a wife?<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Georgie Porgie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,<br>
+Kissed the girls and made them cry.<br>
+When the girls came out to play<br>
+Georgie Porgie ran away.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>See-Saw</b></center><br>
+<p>
+See-saw, Margery Daw,<br>
+Little Jacky shall have a new master;<br>
+Little Jacky shall have but a penny a day,<br>
+Because he can't work any faster.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Lad</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?<br>
+Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,<br>
+Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack-a-Dandy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,<br>
+Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;<br>
+He bought some at a grocer's shop,<br>
+And out he came, hop, hop, hop.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Son John</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John<br>
+Went to bed with his stockings on;<br>
+One shoe off, the other shoe on.<br>
+Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack and Jill</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Jack and Jill went up the hill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To fetch a pail of water;<br>
+Jack fell down and broke his crown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Jill came tumbling after.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Who Can Draw Best</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Willie drew a little pig,<br>
+Harry drew a mouse,<br>
+Tommy drew a ladder tall<br>
+Leaning on a house.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baa, Baa Black Sheep</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Baa, baa, black sheep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have you any wool?<br>
+Yes, marry have I,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Three bags full:<br>
+One for my master,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And one for my dame,<br>
+But none for the little boy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who cries in the lane.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cat With Fiddle." src="images/page009a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hey diddle diddle</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,<br>
+The cow jumped over the moon;<br>
+The little dog laughed to see such sport,<br>
+And the dish ran after the spoon.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Quaker's Version</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hey! diddle diddle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The cat and the fiddle,<br>
+The cow jumped under the moon;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little dog barked<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;to see such sport<br>
+And the cat ran after the spoon!"
+<small>[*]</small>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<small>[*]</small>
+Our friend, the Quaker, holds that the last verse is the proper
+one, as it is the truest; but the wonderful is taken out of it, and
+children, accordingly, prefer the first. There is nothing wonderful
+in the cow jumping "under" the moon, but there is in the cow jumping
+"over" the moon, so with the black-birds baked in a pie. It is the
+fact of their singing when the pie is opened that pleases the
+children&mdash;'twas the wonder of the thing; so with the freaks of
+Mother Hubbard's Dog, etc. In nearly all nursery rhymes it is the
+ludicrous and wonderful that arrests the attention and pleases.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Frightened Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a little boy, went into a barn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lay down on some hay;<br>
+An owl came out, and flew about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the little boy ran away.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Frightened Boys</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Resolved to have a battle,<br>
+For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had spoiled his nice new rattle.<br>
+Just then flew by a monstrous crow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As big as a tar-barrel,<br>
+Which frightened both the heroes so,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They quite forgot their quarrel.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baked in a Pie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby and I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were baked in a pie,<br>
+The gravy was wonderful hot;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We had nothing to pay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the baker that day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so we crept out of the pot.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Maid not at Home</b></center><br>
+<p>
+High diddle doubt, my candle's out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My little maid is not at home;<br>
+Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fetch my little maid home.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dame not at Home</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,<br>
+My little dame is not at home;<br>
+I'll saddle my goose and bridle my hen,<br>
+And fetch my little dame home again;<br>
+Home she came, tritty trot;<br>
+And asked for the porridge she left in the pot.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>All in the Dumps</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We're all in the dumps,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For diamonds are trumps;<br>
+The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The babies are bit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The moon's in a fit,<br>
+And the houses are built without walls.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hot Rolls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That the miller may grind his corn;<br>
+That the baker may take it,<br>
+And into rolls make it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And send us some hot in the morn.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rosemary green,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And lavender blue,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thyme and sweet marjoram,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hyssop and rue.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Bed Time</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-head<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tarry a while says Slow;<br>
+Put on the pot, says Greedy-Jock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Let's sup before we go.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Go to Bed First</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Go to bed first,<br>
+A golden purse;<br>
+Go to bed second,<br>
+A golden Pheasant;<br>
+Go to bed third,<br>
+A golden bird.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="010"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#009">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#011">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 10&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The three Cry-Babies." src="images/page010a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cry-Baby Belle</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cry-baby Belle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is always in tears<br>
+Nothing you can give her can ease her!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sugar and spice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And everything nice,<br>
+Kisses and cakes will not please her.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll cry if she happens<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get a slight fall,<br>
+She'll cry if the naughty boys tease her;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll cry for a spoon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she'll cry for the moon;<br>
+So there's no use in trying to please her.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If the food set before her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't happen to suit&mdash;<br>
+Oh, then just as loud as she's able,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This cry-baby Belle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will set up a yell,<br>
+And scare all the folks at the table.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If she wants to go out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the street she will cry;<br>
+If she wants to come in how she screeches!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For nothing at all<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She will set up and bawl,<br>
+Unmindful of comforting speeches,<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She screams in the morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she's not dress'd;<br>
+And at night when they want to undress her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More loudly she'll roar,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And roll over the floor<br>
+As if she had pains to distress her.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She cries when she's sick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she cries when she's well,<br>
+And often cries when she's sleeping,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So that heavy and red,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And most out of her head<br>
+Are her eyes, on account of such weeping.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She always is fretful,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Unhappy, and cross,<br>
+No matter what she may be doing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And cry-baby Belle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pleases nobody well<br>
+Because of her constant boo-hooing.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>For a Naughty Little Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My sweet little girl should be careful and mild,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And should not be fretful, and cry!<br>
+Oh! why is this passion? remember, my child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;God sees you, who lives in the sky.<br>
+<p>
+That dear little face, which I like so to kiss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How frightful and sad it appears!<br>
+Do you think I can love you, so naughty as this,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or kiss you so wetted with tears?<br>
+<p>
+Remember, tho' God is in heaven, my love,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He sees you within and without,<br>
+And he always looks down from His glory above,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To notice what you are about.<br>
+<p>
+If I am not with you, or if it be dark,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nobody is in the way,<br>
+His eye is as able your doings to mark,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the night as it is in the day.<br>
+<p>
+Then dry up your tears, and look smiling again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never do things that are wrong;<br>
+For I'm sure you must feel it a terrible pain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be naughty, and crying so long.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Paulina Pry</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Paulina Pry<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would eat nothing but pie;<br>
+Pie was her daily diet;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Apple or plum,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She must have some<br>
+Or else she wouldn't be quiet.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She would not eat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Any bread or meat,<br>
+Though plenty of these were handy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But would pout and cry<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For a piece of pie,<br>
+Or a stick of sugar-candy.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They heard her cry<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the Land of Pie,<br>
+And sent her dozens and dozens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both tender and tough,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till she'd had more than enough<br>
+For her sisters, her aunts and her cousins.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tearful Annie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Poor little Annie, you will find,<br>
+Is very gentle, good, and kind,<br>
+But soon a a fault appears.<br>
+The slightest thing will give her pain,<br>
+Her feelings she can ne'er restrain,<br>
+But gives way to her tears.<br>
+<p>
+The other day when Ferdinand&mdash;<br>
+And if you search throughout the land,<br>
+No nicer boy you'll find&mdash;<br>
+Said something which he never meant<br>
+To cause the slightest discontent,<br>
+For hours she sobbed and whined.<br>
+<p>
+Her father grieved, said: "This must cease<br>
+We never have a moment's peace,<br>
+She cries both day and night."<br>
+A portrait painter then he paid,<br>
+To paint his little tearful maid,<br>
+Crying with all her might.<br>
+<p>
+He set to work that very day,<br>
+Directly he received his pay;<br>
+The picture soon was done.<br>
+Yes, there she was, all sobs and sighs,<br>
+Large tear-drops streaming from her eyes.<br>
+"How like!" said every one.<br>
+<p>
+It was in truth a great success;<br>
+Quite perfect, neither more nor less;<br>
+Her father was so glad.<br>
+He hung the portrait in her room;<br>
+It filled her with the deepest gloom;<br>
+She felt annoyed and sad.<br>
+<p>
+With every relative who came,<br>
+And saw the picture, 'twas the same,<br>
+All startled with affright.<br>
+Uncles, and aunts, and cousins too,<br>
+Found it so striking, life-like, true<br>
+That soon they took to flight.<br>
+<p>
+Annie not long could this endure;<br>
+It brought about a speedy cure,<br>
+She ceased to cry and moan.<br>
+Her father ceased to scold and frown,<br>
+He had the picture taken down,<br>
+And in the garret thrown.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tearful Annie's Likeness." src="images/page010b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="011"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#010">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#012">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 11&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Christmas Hamper." src="images/page011a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hattie's Birthday</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! This is a happy, beautiful world!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My heart is light and gay;<br>
+The birds in the trees sing blithely to me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I'm six years old to-day.<br>
+<p>
+Yes, six, and father has bought me a book,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And mother, the sweetest doll,<br>
+All dressed in white with blue eyes bright,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the nicest hat and shawl.<br>
+<p>
+My kitty sat quietly near the fire<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As Dolly and I came by;<br>
+Miss Dolly bowed, and pussy meowed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And opened her yellow eye.<br>
+<p>
+Ah me! if Kit could only talk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Dolly could but chat,<br>
+We'd social be as any three&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Talk, sing, and all of that.<br>
+<p>
+I dressed all up in grandma's cap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And put on her glasses too;<br>
+"Why, Grandma!" I said, as I looked at myself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm almost as old as you."<br>
+<p>
+My mother softly kissed my cheek,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she blessed me too,<br>
+Praying that I, as years went by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Might be as good and true.<br>
+<p>
+My birthday song is a merry one,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And my heart is warm and light;<br>
+Kind father, mother, and dear grandma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweet dolly and pussy, good night.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Youth and Age</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A funny thing I heard to-day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I might as well relate.<br>
+Our Lil is six, and little May<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Still lacks a month of eight.<br>
+<p>
+And, through the open play-room door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I heard the elder say:<br>
+"Lil, run downstairs and get my doll;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go quick, now&mdash;right away!"<br>
+<p>
+And Lillie said&mdash;(and I agreed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That May was hardly fair):&mdash;<br>
+"You might say 'please,' or go yourself&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I didn't leave it there."<br>
+<p>
+"But, Lillie," urged the elder one,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Your little legs, you know,<br>
+Are younger than mine are, child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so you ought to go!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Children</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"I would not be a girl," said Jack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Because they have no fun;<br>
+They cannot go a-fishing, nor<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A-shooting with a gun;<br>
+They cannot climb up trees for fruit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor bathe without a bathing dress,<br>
+Which is no fun at all."<br>
+<p>
+"I would not be a boy," said May,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"For boys are nasty things,<br>
+With pockets filled with hooks and knives,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nails, and tops and strings<br>
+And when a boy becomes a man,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's got to buy girls rings;"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Lost Child</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"I'm losted! Could you find me, please?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor little frightened baby!<br>
+The wind had tossed her golden fleece,<br>
+The stones had scratched her dimpled knees,<br>
+I stooped and lifted her with ease,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And softly whispered "Maybe."<br>
+<p>
+"Tell me your name, my little maid:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I can't find you without it."<br>
+"My name is Shiny-eyes," she said,<br>
+"Yes; but your last name?" She shook her head:<br>
+"Up to my house 'ey never said<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A single word about it."<br>
+<p>
+"But, dear," I said, "what is your name?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Why, didn't you hear me told you?<br>
+Dust Shiny-eyes." A bright thought came:<br>
+"Yes, when you're good. But when they blame<br>
+You little one,&mdash;is it just the same<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When mamma has to scold you?"<br>
+<p>
+"My mamma never scolds," she moans,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little blush ensuing,<br>
+"'Cept when I've been a-frowing stones;<br>
+And then she says (the culprit owns),&mdash;<br>
+Mehitabel Sapphira Jones.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What has you been a-doing?"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Anna E. Burnham<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Mary</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Here stands little, little Mary,<br>
+With her face of winning grace,<br>
+Chattering tongue that runs apace,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her ways contrary<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who so gay as Mary?<br>
+With her laughs of rippling glee<br>
+Brimming o'er with melody,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bonny, blithesome Mary.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Household pet is Mary&mdash;<br>
+Such a merry, joyous sprite,<br>
+Filling all our home with light&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pretty winsome Mary!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mischief-loving Mary,<br>
+Busy as the busiest bee,<br>
+Full of sunshine, life, and glee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is our heart's sweet Mary!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girl and Angel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+As Peter sat at Heaven's gate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A maiden sought permission,<br>
+And begged of him, if not too late,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To give her free admission.<br>
+<p>
+"What claim hast thou to enter here?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He cried with earnest mien.<br>
+"Please sir," said she, 'twixt hope and fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm only just sixteen!"<br>
+<p>
+"Enough," the hoary guardian said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the gate wide open threw.<br>
+"That is the age when every maid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is girl and angel too."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Country Cousin." src="images/page011b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="012"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#011">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#013">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 12&mdash;Naughty Girls</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girl Who Wouldn't Go to Bed</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once I knew a little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who wouldn't go to bed,<br>
+And in the morning always had<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A very sleepy head.<br>
+<p>
+At night she'd stop upon the stairs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hold the railings tight<br>
+Then with a puff she'd try to blow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out Mary Ann's rushlight.<br>
+<p>
+The bed at last they tuck'd her in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The light she vow'd to keep;<br>
+Left in the dark she roar'd and cried;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till tired she went to sleep.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Girl that Beat her Sister</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your little sister dear;<br>
+I must not have such things as this,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor noisy quarrels here.<br>
+<p>
+What! little children scold and fight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who ought to be so mild;<br>
+Oh! Mary, 'tis a shocking sight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see an angry child.<br>
+<p>
+I can't imagine for my part,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The reason of your folly,<br>
+As if she did you any hurt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By playing with your dolly.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Children Should not Quarrel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Let dogs delight to bark an bite,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For God hath made them so;<br>
+Let bears and lions growl and fight:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For 'tis their nature to.<br>
+<p>
+But children you should never let<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such angry passions rise;<br>
+Your little hands were never made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To tear each other's eyes.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Sulky Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why is Mary standing there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning down upon the chair,<br>
+With pouting lip and frowning brow?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I wonder what's the matter now.<br>
+<p>
+Come here, my dear, and tell me true,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is it because I spoke to you<br>
+About what you just now had done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That you are such a naughty one?<br>
+<p>
+When, then, indeed, I'm grieved to see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That you can so ill-tempered be:<br>
+You make your faults a great deal worse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By being sulky and perverse.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! how much better it appears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see you melting into tears,<br>
+And then to hear you humbly say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll not do so another day!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Little Girl that did not Like to be
+Washed</b></center><br>
+<p>
+What! cry when I wash you! not love to be clean?<br>
+There, go and be dirty, unfit to be seen;<br>
+And till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,<br>
+I'll not take the trouble to wash such a child.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Girl who Sucked her Fingers</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little girl, named Mary Kate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whom you may have chance to see,<br>
+Would have been loved by small and great,<br>
+But for one thing, which I'll relate;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So listen now to me.<br>
+<p>
+A silly habit she's acquired<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of putting in her mouth,<br>
+The pretty fingers of her hand,<br>
+And sucking them, for hours she'd stand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a manner most uncouth.<br>
+<p>
+Her play-companions used to laugh,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And jeeringly would say,<br>
+"Oh, pray bring Mary Kate some crumbs,<br>
+Poor thing! she's dining off her thumbs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll eat them all away."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl Stealing Treacle." src="images/page012a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girl Stealing Treacle</b></center><br>
+<p>
+This is Nelly Pilfer;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll tell you what she earned<br>
+By stealing off the treacle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When Mary's back was turned.<br>
+<p>
+They caught the greedy Nelly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With treacle on her hand,<br>
+They put her in the corner,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there they made her stand.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Girl who Soiled her Clothes</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Polly Flinders,<br>
+Sat among the cinders,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Warming her pretty toes;<br>
+Her mother came and caught her,<br>
+And scolded her little daughter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For spoiling her nice new clothes.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Greedy Little Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I knew a greedy little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who all day long did roar;<br>
+Whatever toys were given her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She always wanted more.<br>
+<p>
+Five dolls she had&mdash;one was black,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A ball and battledore,<br>
+But held them all so very tight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The roar'd and scream'd for more.<br>
+<p>
+Now this was wicked of the child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As everyone must own;<br>
+So for the whole of one long day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They shut her up alone.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Girl Who Played with Fire</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mamma, a little girl I met,<br>
+Had such a scar, I can't forget!<br>
+All down her arms and neck and face;<br>
+I could not bear to see the place.<br>
+<p>
+Poor little girl! and don't you know<br>
+The shocking trick that made her so?<br>
+'Twas all because she went and did<br>
+A thing her mother had forbid.<br>
+<p>
+For once, when nobody was by her,<br>
+This silly child would play with fire;<br>
+And long before her mother came,<br>
+Her pinafore was all in flame.<br>
+<p>
+In vain she tried to put it out,<br>
+Till all her clothes were burnt about;<br>
+And then she suffer'd ten times more,<br>
+All over with a dreadful sore.<br>
+<p>
+For many months before 'twas cured,<br>
+Both day and night the pain endured;<br>
+And still you see, when passing by her,<br>
+How sad it is to play with fire.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Miss Consequence</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Miss Consequence strutted about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Turned up her nose, pointed her toes,<br>
+And thought herself quite a grand person, no doubt.<br>
+Gave herself airs; took many cares,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To appear old; was haughty and cold.<br>
+She spoke to the servants like a dog or a cat<br>
+And fussed about this, and fussed about that.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Vulgar Little Lady</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"But, mamma, now," said Charlotte, "pray don't you believe<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I'm better than Jenny my nurse?<br>
+Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her clothes are a thousand times worse.<br>
+<p>
+"I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the country folks stare at me so;<br>
+And nobody dares to control me but you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because I'm a lady, you know.<br>
+<p>
+"Then servants are vulgar and I am genteel;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So, really, 'tis out of the way,<br>
+To think that I should not be better a deal<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than maids, and such people as they."<br>
+<p>
+"Gentility, Charlotte," her mother replied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Belongs to no station or place;<br>
+And nothing's so vulgar as folly and pride,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though dressed in red slippers and lace.<br>
+<p>
+"Not all the fine things that fine ladies possess<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should teach them the poor to despise;<br>
+For 'tis in good manners, and not in good dress,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That the truest gentility lies."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="013"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#012">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#014">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 13&mdash;Naughty Girls</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl Who Wouldn't be Dressed." src="images/page013a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Naughty, Dirty Girl." src="images/page013b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Peggy Won't</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"I won't be dressed, I won't, I won't!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cried Peggy one morn to mamma.<br>
+"Very well, dear," was quietly said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll teach you how silly you are."<br>
+<p>
+Peggy then frowned and set her lips<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Expecting a kiss as of old,<br>
+But mother had gravely walked away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Peggy was getting so cold.<br>
+<p>
+The minutes passed, and Peggy sighed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For thoughts of her breakfast arose,<br>
+And "Mammy, dear," she loudly wept,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While stamping her bare little toes.<br>
+<p>
+Then mother came, and firmly said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm taking you, dear, at your word;<br>
+'I won't be dressed&mdash;I won't, I won't!'<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has many times lately been heard.<br>
+<p>
+"So now to bed, my little maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For you <i>will not</i> be dressed to-day;<br>
+Then Peggy will be taught to think<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before acting in such a way."<br>
+<p>
+Oh, for the tears that Peggy shed!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But now every morn, I am told,<br>
+A wee young maid is quietly dressed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And is always as good as gold.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Shadows</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Mamma! I see something<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quite dark on the wall;&mdash;<br>
+It moves up and down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And it looks very strange!<br>
+Sometimes it is large,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sometimes it is small;<br>
+Pray, tell me what it is,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And why does it change?"<br>
+<p>
+"It is Mamma's shadow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That puzzles you so,<br>
+And there is your own<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Close beside it, my love!<br>
+Now run round the room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It will go where you go;<br>
+It rests where you sit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When you rise it will move.<br>
+<p>
+"These wonderful shadows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are caused by the light<br>
+From fire and from candles<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon us that falls;<br>
+If we were not here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All that place would be bright,<br>
+But light can't shine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through us to lighten the wall.<br>
+<p>
+"And when you are out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some fine day in the sun,<br>
+I'll take you where shadows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of apple-trees lie;<br>
+And houses and cottages too&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Every one<br>
+Repose on their shadows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath the bright sky.<br>
+<p>
+"Now hold up your mouth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And give me a sweet kiss;<br>
+Our shadows kiss too!&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't you see it quite plain?"<br>
+"O yes! and I thank you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For telling me this,<br>
+I'll not be afraid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of a shadow again."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary Lundie<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl in Disgrace." src="images/page013c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Another Naughty Girl." src="images/page013d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="014"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#013">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#015">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 14&mdash;Naughty Girls</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Bo-Peep</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And can't tell where to find them;<br>
+Leave them alone, and they'll come home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bring their tails behind them.<br>
+<p>
+Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And dreamed she heard them bleating,<br>
+But when she awoke, 'twas all a joke&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alas! they still were fleeting.<br>
+<p>
+Then up she took her little crook,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Determined for to find them;<br>
+She found them, indeed, bit it made her heart bleed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'd left their tails behind them.<br>
+<p>
+It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over the meadows hard by,<br>
+That there she espied their tails side by side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All hung on a tree to dry.<br>
+<p>
+She heaved a sigh, and gave by-and-by<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each careless sheep a banging;<br>
+And as for the rest, she thought it was best<br>
+Just to leave their tails a-hanging.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mary's Little Lamb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mary had a little lamb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose fleece was white as snow,<br>
+And everywhere that Mary went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Lamb it would not go;<br>
+<p>
+So Mary took that little Lamb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And put it on the spit,<br>
+And soon it was so nicely done<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She ate it every bit.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pemmy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pemmy was a pretty girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Fanny was a better;<br>
+Pemmy look'd like any churl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When little Fanny let her.<br>
+<p>
+Pemmy had a pretty nose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Fanny had a better;<br>
+Pemmy oft would come to blows,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Fanny would not let her.<br>
+<p>
+Pemmy had a pretty song,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Fanny had a better;<br>
+Pemmy would sing all day long,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Fanny would not let her.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Husband</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I had a little husband,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No bigger than my thumb;<br>
+I put him in a pint pot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there I bid him drum.<br>
+<p>
+I bought a little horse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That galloped up and down;<br>
+I bridled him, and saddled him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sent him out of town.<br>
+<p>
+I gave him some garters,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To garter up his hose,<br>
+And a little handkerchief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To wipe his pretty nose.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>I'm Governess</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Now children dear, you all come near<br>
+And do not make a noise;<br>
+But listen here, just take and clear<br>
+That desk of all those toys.<br>
+<p>
+For now I'm Governess you'll find,<br>
+That its myself will make you mind;<br>
+So Alice Brown you do your sum,<br>
+And Betty Snooks don't look so glum.<br>
+<p>
+And Sarah White sit down at once,<br>
+And Susan Black you are a dunce,<br>
+And Annie Grey you needn't think<br>
+I didn't see you spill the ink.<br>
+<p>
+And find your thimble Maggie More,<br>
+And mind your sewing Jennie Shore;<br>
+And Linda Cole you know 'tis wrong<br>
+To make a stitch two inches long.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="I'm Governess." src="images/page014a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+And you Kate Ross, stop pinching there,<br>
+Don't scratch! nor pull your sister's hair;<br>
+And you, you naughty Lucy Moyes,<br>
+Must not be talking to the boys.<br>
+<p>
+And Bridget Mace don't make that face;<br>
+And Norah Finn keep your tongue in.<br>
+Don't be a Tom-boy Emma Pyke,<br>
+You really must act lady-like.<br>
+<p>
+Now I want all good children in my school,<br>
+Don't want a single dunce, bad girl or fool,<br>
+So I will kindly ask you to be brave,<br>
+And try to very, very well behave.<br>
+<p>
+Yes all be good and learn your lessons well,<br>
+And then I'll ring the little bell to tell<br>
+That school is over for the day,<br>
+And you can all run out to play.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Governess</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Nellie Nipkin, brisk, and clean, and neat,<br>
+Keeps a little baby-school in the village street;<br>
+Teaches little pupils all that she can find,<br>
+And keeps a little birch that teaches them to mind.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Mamma's Maid</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dingty diddledy, My mamma's maid,<br>
+She stole oranges, I'm afraid;<br>
+Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,<br>
+She stole oranges, I believe.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I have a little doll, I take care of her clothes;<br>
+She has soft flaxen hair, and her name is Rose.<br>
+She has pretty blue eyes, and a very small nose,<br>
+And a funny little mouth, and her name is Rose.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tommy Snooks</b></center><br>
+<p>
+As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were walking out one Sunday,<br>
+Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"To-morrow will be Monday."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Betty Blue</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Betty Blue, lost her left shoe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What can little Betty do?<br>
+Give her another, to match the other,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she may walk in two.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cross Patch</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cross patch, draw the latch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sit by the fire and spin;<br>
+Take a cup, and drink it up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then call your neighbours in.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jumping Joan</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hinx, minx! the old witch winks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The fat begins to fry;<br>
+There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Father, mother, and I.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Princess Lost Her Shoe</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Doodle, doodle, doo,<br>
+The Princess lost her shoe;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her highness hopp'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The fiddler stopp'd<br>
+Not knowing what to do.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hobble Gobble</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The girl in the lane that couldn't speak plain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cried "Gobble, gobble, gobble;"<br>
+The man on the hill that couldn't stand still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went "Hobble, hobble, hobble."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Our Girl's Rabbits</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mary, Kate, and Maria went down as agreed,<br>
+To the hutch in the garden, the rabbits to feed;<br>
+There was the mother, a steady old bunny,<br>
+Moving her nose in a manner so funny.<br>
+<p>
+A young rabbit also, tho' seeming to dose,<br>
+Kept munching his breakfast and moving his nose;<br>
+Mary, Kate, and Maria gave the rabbits some food,<br>
+And lovingly stroked them because they were good.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="015"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#014">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#016">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 15&mdash;Naughty Girls</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Meddlesome Matty</b></center><br>
+<p>
+One ugly trick has often spoiled<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The sweetest and the best;<br>
+Matilda, though a pleasant child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One ugly trick possessed,<br>
+Which, like a cloud before the skies,<br>
+Hid all her better qualities.<br>
+<p>
+Sometimes she'd lift the teapot lid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To peep at what was in it;<br>
+Or tilt the kettle, if you did<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But turn your back a minute.<br>
+In vain you told her not to touch&mdash;<br>
+Her trick of meddling grew so much.<br>
+<p>
+Her grandma went out one day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And by mistake she laid<br>
+Her spectacles and snuff-box gay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Too near the little maid;<br>
+"Ah! well," thought she, "I'll try them on,<br>
+As soon as grandmamma is gone,"<br>
+<p>
+Forthwith she placed upon her nose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The glasses large and wide;<br>
+And looking round, as I suppose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The snuff box she too spied:<br>
+"Oh! what a pretty box is that;<br>
+I'll open it." said little Matt.<br>
+<p>
+"I know grandmamma would say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Don't meddle with it, dear;'<br>
+But then she's far enough away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And no one else is near;<br>
+Besides, what can there be amiss<br>
+In opening such a box as this?"<br>
+<p>
+So thumb and finger went to work<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To move the stubborn lid;<br>
+And presently a mighty jerk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The mighty mischief did;<br>
+For all at once, ah! woeful case,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The snuff came puffing in her face.<br>
+<p>
+Poor eyes, and nose, and mouth beside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A dismal sight presented;<br>
+In vain, as bitterly she cried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her folly she repented.<br>
+In vain she ran about for ease;<br>
+She could do nothing now but sneeze.<br>
+<p>
+She dashed the spectacles away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To wipe her tingling eyes;<br>
+And as in twenty bits they lay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her grandmamma she spies.<br>
+"Heyday! and what's the matter now?"<br>
+Says grandmamma, with lifted brow.<br>
+<p>
+Matilda, smarting with the pain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tingling still and sore,<br>
+Made many a promise to refrain<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From meddling evermore.<br>
+And 'tis a fact, as I have heard,<br>
+She ever since has kept her word.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Girl who Spilled the Ink</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Oh! Lucy! Fanny! Make haste here!<br>
+Mamma will be so vexed, I fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For I've upset the ink!<br>
+See, on my frock and pinafore,<br>
+Such great black stains! And there are more<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon my socks, I think."<br>
+<p>
+And Lucy cries, with open eyes,<br>
+And hands extended in surprise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, naughty Mary Ann,<br>
+Those stains can never be washed out;<br>
+Whatever have you been about?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Look at her, sister Fan!"<br>
+<p>
+Mamma comes in: "Heyday! what's this?<br>
+Why, Mary Ann, I told you, Miss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The inkstand ne'er to move;<br>
+And little girls who won't obey,<br>
+And mind each word their parents say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Good people ne'er will love."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Naughty Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A naughty girl had got no toy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And didn't know what to do,<br>
+So she rumpled her frock<br>
+And tore her sock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tried to eat her shoe.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Girl who was Always Tasting</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Miss Baster, of Sunnyside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was known as a taster, far and wide;<br>
+Picking and licking, spying and prying,<br>
+Each bottle and dish with her fingers trying.<br>
+Dangerous practice! dreadful little fact is!<br>
+Once almost poisoned, and very near dying.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Miss Baster, of Sunnyside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has got some poison in paper tied;<br>
+Harmless she deems it, yes, she must taste,<br>
+Like sugar seems it, ah! but 'tis paste.<br>
+Rat's-bane, the mixture. Oh! woe the day!<br>
+Run for the doctor, bid him not stay.<br>
+Dreadful her anguish&mdash;nearly she died,<br>
+Did little Miss Baster, of Sunnyside.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Children Stealing Jam." src="images/page015a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Children Stealing Jam</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Four naughty little children thought<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some jam they'd try and steal;<br>
+But see how nicely they were caught<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a crash that made them squeal.<br>
+<p>
+Their mother who was just next door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And heard the horrid noise,<br>
+Came in and shook those naughty girls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And whipped those naughty boys.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sally, the Lazy Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Her sister would come to the bedside and call,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do you mean to sleep here all the day?"<br>
+I saw Kitty Miles up two hours ago,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A-washing and working away.<br>
+<p>
+"The water is boiling, the table is spread,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your father is just at the door;<br>
+If you are not quick, we shall eat all the bread,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And you will not find any more."<br>
+<p>
+Then Sally sat up and half opened her eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gave both a grunt and a groan;<br>
+And yawning she said, in a quarrelsome voice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I wish you would let me alone."<br>
+<p>
+But though she was lazy, she always could eat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wished for a plentiful share,<br>
+So tumbled her clothes on, and smeared her white face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forgetting her hands and her hair.<br>
+<p>
+Her frock was all crumpled and twisted away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hair was entangled and wild,<br>
+Her stockings were down and her shoes were untied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked a most slovenly child.<br>
+<p>
+She sauntered about till the old village clock<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had sounded and then died away,<br>
+Before she put on her torn bonnet and went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To school without further delay.<br>
+<p>
+But soon as she came to the little cake shop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She loitered with lingering eyes,<br>
+Just wishing that she had a penny to spend,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For one of the pretty jam pies.<br>
+<p>
+Again she went on, and she loitered again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the same foolish way as before,<br>
+And the clock in the school was just warning for ten,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As she lifted the latch of the door.<br>
+<p>
+The governess frowned as she went to her place,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had often so spoken in vain,<br>
+And now only said, with a sorrowful sigh,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"There's Sally the latest again!"<br>
+<p>
+She hated her reading, and never would write,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She neither could cypher nor sew,<br>
+And little girls whispered, "We never will be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So silly as Miss Sally Slow."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girl who Wouldn't Comb her Hair</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I tell you of a little girl, who would herself have been,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As pretty a young lady as ever could be
+seen,<br>
+But that about her little head she had no cleanly
+care.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never, never could be made to brush and
+comb her hair.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She would have been a pretty child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But, oh! she was a fright&mdash;<br>
+She looked just like a girl that's wild,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes, quite as ugly, quite;<br>
+She looked just like a girl that's wild&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A frightful ugly sight.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Nasty, Cross Girls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The school was closed one afternoon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all the girls were gone;<br>
+Some walked away in company,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some walked on alone.<br>
+<p>
+Some plucked the flowers upon the banks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some chatted very fast,<br>
+And some were talking secretly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And whispered as you passed.<br>
+<p>
+And if, perchance, a girl came near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then one of these would say,<br>
+"Don't listen to our secrets, Miss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll please to go away."<br>
+<p>
+As Nelly White ran home from school,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her work-bag in her hand,<br>
+She chanced to pass near Lucy Bell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her friend Susan Brand.<br>
+<p>
+"We don't want you," said Lucy Bell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"You little tiresome chit;<br>
+Our secrets are not meant for you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You little tell-tale-tit."<br>
+<p>
+Then both girls cried, "Tell-tale-tit,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And pushed her roughly by;<br>
+Poor Nelly said, "I'm no such thing,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then began to cry.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="016"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#015">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#017">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 16&mdash;Girl's Stories</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Red Riding Hood</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once upon a time there was a dear little girl whose mother made her a
+scarlet cloak with a hood to tie over her pretty head; so people
+called her (as a pet name) "Little Red Riding-Hood." One day her
+mother tied on her cloak and hood and said,
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I wish you to go to-day, my darling, to see your
+grandmamma, and take her a present of some butter, fresh eggs, a pot of
+honey, and a little cake with my love."
+<p>
+Little Red Riding-Hood loved her grandmother, and was very glad to
+go. So she ran gaily through the wood, gathering wild flowers and
+gambolling among the ferns as she went; and the birds all sang their
+sweetest songs to her, and the bluebells nodded their pretty heads,
+for everything loved the gentle child.
+<p>
+By and by a great hungry Wolf came up to her. He wished to eat her
+up, but as he heard the woodman Hugh's axe at work close by, he was
+afraid to touch her, for fear she should cry out and he should get
+killed. So he only asked her where she was going. Little Red
+Riding-Hood innocently told him (for she did not know he was a wicked
+Wolf) that she was going to visit her grandmother, who lived in a
+cottage on the other side of the wood. Then the Wolf made haste, and
+ran through the wood, and came to the cottage of which the child had
+told him. He tapped at the door.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Who's there?" asked the old woman, who lay sick in bed.
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is Little Red Riding-Hood, Grandmamma," answered the
+Wolf in a squeaky tone, to imitate the voice of her grandchild.
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Pull the string, and the latch will come up," said the old
+lady, "for I am ill and cannot open the door."
+<p>
+The cruel Wolf did so, and, jumping on the bed, ate the poor
+grandmother up.
+<p>
+Then he put on her night-cap and got into bed. By and by Little Red
+Riding-Hood, who had lingered gathering flowers as she came along,
+and so was much later than the Wolf, knocked at the door.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Who's there?" asked the Wolf, mimicking her grandmother's
+voice.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is Little Red Riding-Hood, dear Grandmamma," said the
+child.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Pull the string and the latch will come up," said the
+Wolf.
+<p>
+So Red Riding-Hood came in, and the Wolf told her to put down her
+basket, and come and sit on the bed. When Little Red Riding-Hood drew
+back the curtain and saw the Wolf, she began to be rather frightened
+and said,
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Dear Grandmamma, what great eyes you have got!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"All the better to see you with, my dear," said the Wolf,
+who liked a grim joke.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And what a large nose you have, Grandmamma!" cried the
+child.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"All the better to smell you with, my dear."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And, oh! Grandmamma, what long white teeth you have!"
+<br><p>
+Alas! she reminded the greedy Wolf of eating.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"All the better to eat you with!" he growled; and, jumping
+out of bed, sprang at Red Riding-Hood.<br>
+<p>
+But just at that moment Hugh the woodman, who had seen the sweet
+child go by, and had followed her, because he knew there was a Wolf
+prowling about the forest, burst the door open, and killed the wicked
+animal with his good axe. Little Red Riding-Hood clung round his neck
+and thanked him, and cried for joy; and Hugh took her home to her
+mother; and after that she was never allowed to walk in the greenwood
+by herself.
+<p>
+It was said at first that the Wolf had eaten the child, but that was
+not the case; and everybody was glad to hear that the first report
+was not correct, and that the Wolf had not really killed Little Red
+Riding-Hood.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Miss Jewel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Miss Jewel<br>
+Sat on a stool,<br>
+Eating of curds and whey;<br>
+There came a little spider<br>
+Who sat down beside her,<br>
+And frightened Miss Jewel away.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little girl, little girl, where have you been;<br>
+Gathering Roses to give to the Queen.<br>
+Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?<br>
+She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Betty Blue</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Betty Blue lost her pretty shoe;<br>
+What can Little Betty do?<br>
+Give her another, to match the other,<br>
+And then she can walk in two.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="I'm Grandmamma." src="images/page016a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>I'm Grandmamma</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Last night when I was in bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such fun it seemed to me;<br>
+I dreamt that I was Grandmamma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Grandmamma was me.<br>
+<p>
+But she was such a tiny girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And dressed in baby clothes;<br>
+And I thought I smacked her face, because<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She wouldn't blow her nose.<br>
+<p>
+An I went walking up the street,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she ran by my side;<br>
+And because I walked too quick for her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My goodness, hoe she cried.<br>
+<p>
+And after tea I washed her face;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when her prayers were said,<br>
+I blew the candle out, and left<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor Grandmamma in bed.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Babes In The Wood</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A long time ago there lived in an old mansion in the country a rich
+gentleman and his wife, who had two dear little children, of whom
+they were very fond. Sad to relate, the gentleman and lady were both
+taken ill, and, feeling they were about to die, sent for the uncle of
+the children, and begged him to take care of them till they were old
+enough to inherit the estates.
+<p>
+Now this uncle was a bad and cruel man, who wanted to take the house,
+the estates, and the money for himself,&mdash;so after the death of
+the
+parents he began to think how he could best get rid of the children.
+For some time he kept them till he claimed for them all the goods
+that should have been theirs. At last he sent for two robbers, who
+had once been his companions, and showing them the boy and girl, who
+were at play, offered them a large sum of money to carry them away
+and never let him see them more.
+<p>
+One of the two robbers began coaxing the little boy and girl, and
+asking them if they would not like to go out for a nice ride in the
+woods, each of them on a big horse. The boy said he should if his
+sister might go too, and the girl said she should not be afraid if
+her brother went with her. So the two robbers enticed them away from
+the house, and, mounting their horses, went off into the woods, much
+to the delight of the children, who were pleased with the great
+trees, the bright flowers, and the singing of the birds.
+<p>
+Now, one of these men was not so bad and cruel as the other, and he
+would not consent to kill the poor little creatures, as the other had
+threatened he would do. He said that they should be left in the woods
+to stray about, and perhaps they might then escape. This led to a
+great quarrel between the two, and at last the cruel one jumped off
+his horse, saying he would kill them, let who would stand in the way.
+Upon this the other drew his sword to protect the children, and after
+a fierce fight succeeded in killing his companion.
+<p>
+But though he had saved them from being murdered, he was afraid to
+take them back or convey them out of the wood, so he pointed out a
+path, telling them to walk straight on and he would come back to them
+when he had bought some bread for their supper; he rode away and left
+them there all alone, with only the trees, and birds and flowers.
+They loved each other so dearly, and were so bold and happy, that
+they were not much afraid though they were both very hungry.
+<p>
+The two children soon got out of the path, which led into the
+thickest part of the wood, and then they wandered farther and farther
+into the thicket till they were both sadly tired, but they found some
+wild berries, nuts and fruits, and began to eat them to satisfy their
+hunger. The dark night came on and the robber did not return. They
+were cold, and still very hungry, and the boy went about looking for
+fresh fruit for his sister, and tried to comfort her as they lay down
+to sleep on the soft moss under the trees.
+<p>
+The next day, and the next, they roamed about, but there was nothing
+to eat but wild fruits; and they lived on them till they grew so weak
+that they could not go far from the tree where they had made a little
+bed of grass and weeds. There they laid down as the shades of night
+fell upon them, and in the morning they were both in heaven, for they
+died there in the forest, and as the sun shone upon their little pale
+faces, the robins and other birds came and covered their bodies with
+leaves, and so died and were buried the poor Babes in the Wood.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="017"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#016">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#018">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 17&mdash;Girl's Stories</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cinderella</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cinderella's mother died while she was a very little child, leaving
+her to the care of her father and her step-sisters, who were very
+much older than herself; for Cinderella's father had been twice
+married, and her mother was his second wife. Now, Cinderella's
+sisters did not love her, and were very unkind to her. As she grew
+older they made her work as a servant, and even sift the cinders: on
+which account they used to call her in mockery "Cinderella." It was
+not her real name, but she became afterwards so well known by it that
+her proper one has been forgotten.
+<p>
+She was a sweet tempered, good girl, however, and everybody except
+her cruel sisters loved her. It happened, when Cinderella was about
+seventeen years old, that the King of that country gave a ball, to
+which all the ladies of the land, and among the rest the young girl's
+sisters were invited. So they made her dress them for this ball, but
+never thought of allowing her to go.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I wish you would take me to the ball with you, sisters,"
+said Cinderella, meekly.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Take you, indeed!" answered the elder sister with a sneer,
+"it is no place for a cinder-sifter: stay at home and do your work."<br>
+<p>
+When they were gone, Cinderella, whose heart was sad, sat down and
+cried; but as she sorrowful, thinking of the unkindness of her
+sisters, a voice called to her from the garden, and she went to see
+who was there. It was her godmother, a good old Fairy.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do not cry, Cinderella," she said; "you also shall go to
+the ball, because you are a kind, good girl. Bring me a large pumpkin."
+<p>
+Cinderella obeyed, and the fairy touched it with her wand, turned it
+into a grand coach. Then she turned a rat into a coach-man, and some
+mice into footmen; and touching Cinderella with her wand, the poor
+girl's rags became a rich dress trimmed with costly lace and jewels,
+and her old shoes became a charming pair of glass slippers, which
+looked like diamonds. The fairy told her to go to the ball and enjoy
+herself, but to be sure and leave the ball-room before the clock
+struck eleven. "If you do not," she said, "your fine clothes will all
+turn to rags again.
+<p>
+So Cinderella got into the coach, and drove off with her six footmen
+behind, very splendid to behold, and arrived at the King's Court,
+where she was received with delight. She was the most beautiful young
+lady at the ball, and the Prince would dance with no one else. But
+she made haste to leave before the hour fixed and had time to undress
+before her sisters came home. They told her a beautiful Princess had
+been at the ball, with whom the Prince was delighted. They did not
+know it was Cinderella herself.
+<p>
+Three times Cinderella went to royal balls in this manner, but the
+third time she forgot the Fairy's command, and heard eleven o'clock
+strike. She darted out of the ball-room and ran down stairs in a
+great hurry. But her dress all turned to rags before she left the
+palace and she lost one of her glass slippers. The Prince sought for
+her everywhere, but the guard said no one had passed the gate but a
+poor beggar girl. However, the prince found the slipper, and in order
+to discover where Cinderella was gone, he had it proclaimed that he
+would marry the lady who could put on the glass slipper. All the
+ladies tried to wear the glass slipper in vain, Cinderella's sisters
+also, but when their young sister begged to be allowed to try it
+also, it was found to fit her exactly, and to the Prince's delight,
+she drew the fellow slipper from her pocket, and he knew at once that
+she was his beautiful partner at the ball. So she was married to the
+Prince, and the children strewed roses in their path as they came out
+of church.
+<p>
+Cinderella forgave her sisters, and was so kind to them that she made
+them truly sorry for their past cruelty and injustice.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Three Bears</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once upon a time three bears lived in a nice little house in a great
+forest.
+<p>
+There was Father Bear, Mother Bear, and Baby Bear.
+<p>
+They had each a bed to sleep in, a chair to sit on, and a basin and a
+spoon for eating porridge, which was their favourite food.
+<p>
+One morning the three bears went to take a walk before breakfast; but
+before they went out they poured the hot porridge into their basins,
+that it might get cool by the time they came back. Mr and Mrs Bear
+walked arm-in-arm, and Baby Bear ran by their side. Now, there lived
+in that same forest a sweet little girl who was called Golden Hair.
+She, also, was walking that morning in the wood, and happening to
+pass by the bear's house, and seeing the window open, she peeped in.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Three Bears." src="images/page017a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+There was no one to be seen, but three basins of steaming hot
+porridge all ready to be eaten, seemed to say "Come in and have some
+breakfast." So Golden Hair went in and tasted the porridge in all the
+basins, then she sat down in Baby Bear's chair, and took up his
+spoon, and ate up all his porridge. Now this was very wrong. A tiny
+bear is only a tiny bear, still he has the right to keep his own
+things. But Golden Hair didn't know any better.
+<p>
+Unluckily, Baby Bear's chair was too small for her, and she broke the
+seat and fell through, basin and all.
+<p>
+Then Golden Hair went upstairs, and there she saw three beds all in a
+row. Golden Hair lay down on Father Bear's bed first, but that was
+too long for her, then she lay down on Mother Bear's bed, and that
+was too wide for her, last of all she lay down on Baby Bear's bed,
+and there she fell asleep, for she was tired.
+<p>
+By-and-by the bears came home, and Old Father Bear looked at his
+chair, and growled:
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Somebody has been here!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mother Bear growled more softly:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Somebody has been here!"<br>
+<p>
+Baby Bear, seeing his chair broken, squeeled out "Somebody has been
+here, and broken my chair right through!"
+<p>
+Then they went to the table, and looked at their porridge, and Father
+Bear Growled:
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Who has touched my basin?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mother Bear growled:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Who has touched my basin?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Baby Bear squeaked:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+"Somebody has broken mine and eaten up all my porridge!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They went upstairs and Father Bear
+growled:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+"Who has been lying on my bed?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mother Bear growled:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+"Who has been lying on my bed?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Baby Bear squeaked out:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+"O! here is a little girl in my bed; and it must be she who
+has eaten my breakfast and broken my chair and basin!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Father Bear growled:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let us eat her up!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Mother Bear growled:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let us eat her up!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Tiny Bear squeaked:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let us eat her up!"<br>
+<p>
+But the noise they made awoke Golden Hair; she startled out of bed
+(on the opposite side) and jumped out of the window. The three bears
+all jumped out after her, but they fell one on the top of the other,
+and rolled over and over, and while they were picking themselves up,
+little Golden Hair ran home, and they were not able to catch her.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Bluebeard</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once there lived in a lovely castle a very rich man called Bluebeard.
+A short distance off lived an old gentleman with two lovely
+daughters, named Fatima and Annie. Bluebeard visited their house, and
+at length proposed to Fatima, was accepted by her, and they were
+married with great splendour. He took her home with him to his
+castle, and permitted her sister Annie to reside with her for company
+for a time.
+<p>
+She lived very happily in her new home, her new husband was very kind
+to her, and allowed her to have everything she wished for, but one
+day he suddenly told her that business called him away from home,
+that he should be away some days, and handed her the keys to his
+wardrobe, treasures, and all parts of the castle, he also gave her
+one key of a small closet, and told her that she might unlock every
+door in the castle, but not the closet door, for if she did so, she
+should not live an hour longer. He then left home fondly kissing her
+at the door.
+<p>
+Her sister and herself returned into the castle, and enjoyed
+themselves in unlocking room after room, looking over the
+curiosities, treasures, &amp;c, until Annie became tired and lay down
+to
+rest on a rich sofa, and fell asleep. Fatima, as soon as she saw that
+her sister was asleep, felt a womanly curiosity, an irresistible
+temptation to unlock the forbidden closet, and take a peep.
+<p>
+She tripped lightly up to the door, turned the key in the lock,
+pushed the door open, and, oh! horror! there were five or six dead
+ladies lying in the closet, with their marriage rings on their
+fingers. She at once concluded that they were Bluebeard's previous
+wives, she let the key drop in her fright into the blood on the
+floor, she picked it up and attempted to wipe it, but the blood would
+not come off. She awoke her sister, and they both tried, but they
+could not get it off, and gave it up in despair.
+<p>
+Just then Bluebeard suddenly returned, and asked his wife if she
+could please to hand him the keys. She trembling did so. He said "How
+came the blood on the closet key? You have disobeyed me, and shall
+die at once."
+<p>
+She begged a few minutes to say her prayers and just as he was going
+to chop her head off, her two brothers arrived at the castle, burst
+open the door, killed the cruel wretch, and rescued their sisters.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="018"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#017">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#019">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 18&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our three Little Belles." src="images/page018a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little corner with it's crib.<br>
+A little mug, a spoon, a bib,<br>
+A little tooth so pearly white,<br>
+A little rubber-ring to bite.<br>
+<p>
+A little plate all lettered round,<br>
+A little rattle to resound,<br>
+A little creeping&mdash;see! she stands!<br>
+A little step 'twixt outstretched hands.<br>
+<p>
+A little doll with flaxen hair.<br>
+A little willow rocking chair,<br>
+A little dress of richest hue,<br>
+A little pair of gaiters blue.<br>
+<p>
+A little school day after day,<br>
+A little "schoolma'am" to obey,<br>
+A little study&mdash;soon 'tis past&mdash;<br>
+A little graduate at last.<br>
+<p>
+A little muff for wintry weather,<br>
+A little jockey-hat and feather,<br>
+A little sac with funny pockets,<br>
+A little chain, a ring, and lockets.<br>
+<p>
+A little while to dance and bow,<br>
+A little escort homeward now,<br>
+A little party somewhat late,<br>
+A little lingering at the gate.<br>
+<p>
+A little walk in leafy June,<br>
+A little talk while shines the moon,<br>
+A little reference to papa,<br>
+A little planning with mamma.<br>
+<p>
+A little ceremony grave,<br>
+A little struggle to be brave,<br>
+A little cottage on the lawn,<br>
+A little kiss&mdash;my girl was gone!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good and Bad</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she had a little curl<br>
+Right in the middle of her forehead<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she was good<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was very good,<br>
+But when she was bad, she was horrible.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My little Daughter's Shoes</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Two little rough-worn, stubbed shoes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A plump, well-trodden pair;<br>
+With striped stockings thrust within,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lie just beside my chair.<br>
+<p>
+Of very homely fabric they,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A hole is in each toe,<br>
+They might have cost, when they were new,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some fifty cents or so.<br>
+<p>
+And yet this little, worn-out pair<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is richer far too me<br>
+Than all the jewelled sandals are<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of Eastern luxury.<br>
+<p>
+This mottled leather, cracked with use,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is satin in my sight;<br>
+These little tarnished buttons shine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With all a diamond's light.<br>
+<p>
+Search through the wardrobe of the world!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You shall not find me there<br>
+So rarely made, so richly wrought,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So glorious a pair.<br>
+<p>
+And why? Because they tell of her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now sound asleep above,<br>
+Whose form is moving beauty, and<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose heart is beating love.<br>
+<p>
+They tell me of her merry laugh;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her rich, whole-hearted glee;<br>
+Her gentleness, her innocence,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And infant purity.<br>
+<p>
+They tell me that her wavering steps<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will long demand my aid;<br>
+For the old road of human life<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very roughly laid.<br>
+<p>
+High hills and swift descents abound;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, on so rude a way,<br>
+Feet that can wear these coverings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would surely go astray.<br>
+<p>
+Sweet little girl! be mine the task<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy feeble steps to tend!<br>
+To be thy guide, thy counsellor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy playmate and thy friend!<br>
+<p>
+And when my steps shall faltering grow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thine be firm and strong,<br>
+Thy strength shell lead my tottering age<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In cheerful peace along.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Old Cradle</b></center><br>
+<p>
+And this was your cradle?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why, surely, my Jenny,<br>
+Such slender dimensions<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go somewhat to show<br>
+You were a delightfully<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Small picaninny<br>
+Some nineteen or twenty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Short summers ago.<br>
+<p>
+Your baby-day flowed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a much troubled channel;<br>
+I see you as then<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In your impotent strife,<br>
+A tight little bundle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of wailing and flannel,<br>
+Perplexed with that<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Newly-found fardel called Life,<br>
+<p>
+To hint at an infantine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frailty is scandal;<br>
+Let bygones be bygones&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And somebody knows<br>
+It was bliss such a baby<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dance and to dandle,<br>
+Your cheeks were so velvet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So rosy your toes.<br>
+<p>
+Ay, here is your cradle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Hope, a bright spirit,<br>
+With love now is watching<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beside it, I know.<br>
+They guard the small nest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You yourself did inherit<br>
+Some nineteen or twenty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Short summers ago.<br>
+<p>
+It is Hope gilds the future&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Love welcomes it smiling;<br>
+Thus wags this old world,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Therefore stay not to ask,<br>
+"My future bids fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is my future beguiling?"<br>
+If masked, still it pleases&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then raise not the mask.<br>
+<p>
+Is life a poor coil<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some would gladly be doffing?<br>
+He is riding post-haste<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who their wrongs will adjust;<br>
+For at most 'tis a footstep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From cradle to coffin&mdash;<br>
+From a spoonful of pap<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To a mouthful of dust.<br>
+<p>
+Then smile as your future<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is smiling, my Jenny!<br>
+Tho' blossoms of promise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are lost in the rose,<br>
+I still see the face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of my small picaninny<br>
+Unchang'd, for these cheeks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are as blooming as those.<br>
+<p>
+Ay, here is your cradle!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Much, much to my liking,<br>
+Though nineteen or twenty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Long winters have sped;<br>
+But, hark! as I'm talking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's six o'clock striking,<br>
+It is time Jennie's baby<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should be in its bed.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frederick Locker<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Little Goose</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The chill November day was done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The working world home a-faring,<br>
+The wind came roaring through the streets,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And set the gas lamps flaring.<br>
+<p>
+And hopelessly and aimlessly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The seared old leaves were flying,<br>
+When, mingled with the sighing wind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I heard a small voice crying,<br>
+<p>
+And shivering on the corner stood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A child of four or over;<br>
+No hat nor cloak her small soft arms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or wind-blown curls to cover.<br>
+<p>
+Her dimpled face was stained with tears;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her round blue eyes ran over;<br>
+She crushed within her wee, cold hands<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A bunch of faded clover.<br>
+<p>
+And one hand round her treasures,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While she slipped in mine the other,<br>
+Half-scared, half-confidential, said<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! please, I want my mother."<br>
+<p>
+"Tell me your street name and number, pet;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't cry, I'll take you to it,"<br>
+Sobbing, she answered, "I forget&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The organ made me do it."<br>
+<p>
+"He came and played at Miller's steps;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The monkey took the money;<br>
+And so I followed down the street,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That monkey was so funny.<br>
+<p>
+I've walked about a <i>hundred hours</i>,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From one street to another;<br>
+The monkey's gone; I've spoiled my flowers:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! please, I want my mother."<br>
+<p>
+"But what's your mother's name?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And what's the street? now think a
+minute."<br>
+"My mother's name is mamma dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The street&mdash;I can't begin it."<br>
+<p>
+"But what is strange about the house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or new&mdash;not like the others?"<br>
+I guess you mean my trundle bed&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mine and my little brother's.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! dear, I ought to be at home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;to help him say his prayers;<br>
+He's such a baby, he forgets,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we are both such players.<br>
+<p>
+"And there's a bar between, to keep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From pitching on each other;<br>
+For Harry rolls when he's asleep&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! dear, I want my mother."<br>
+<p>
+The sky grew stormy, people passed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All muffled, homeward faring;<br>
+"You'll have to spend the night with me,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I said at last, despairing.<br>
+<p>
+I spied a ribbon about her neck.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"What ribbon's this, my blossom?"<br>
+"Why, don't you know?" she smiling asked,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And drew it from her bosom.<br>
+<p>
+A card with number, street, and name!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My eyes astonished, met it.<br>
+"For," said the little one, "you see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I might some tome forget it.<br>
+<p>
+And so I wear a little thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That tells you all about it;<br>
+For mother says she's very sure<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I might get lost without it.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eliza S. Turner<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="019"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#018">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#020">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 19&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Playmates." src="images/page019a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the pretty girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the witty girl,<br>
+And the girl that bangs her hair;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl that's a flirt,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the girl that is pert,<br>
+And the girl with the baby stare.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the dowdy girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the rowdy girl,<br>
+And the girl that's always late;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the girl of style,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the girl of wile,<br>
+And the girl with the mincing gaits<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the tender girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the well-read girl,<br>
+And the girl with the sense of duty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the dainty girl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the fainty girl<br>
+And the girl that has no beauty.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the lazy girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the daisy girl,<br>
+And the girl that has two faces;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the girl that's shy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the girl that's fly<br>
+And the girl that bets on races<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There are many others,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! men and brothers,<br>
+Than are named in this narration.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There are girls <i>and</i> girls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet they're all of them pearls,<br>
+Quite the best sorts in creation.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girl's Names</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There is a strange deformity<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Combined with countless graces,<br>
+As often in the ladies' names,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As in the ladies faces;<br>
+Some names fit for every age,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some only fit for youth;<br>
+Some passing sweet and musical,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some horribly uncouth;<br>
+Some fit for dames of loftiest grades,<br>
+Some only fit for scullery maids<br>
+Ann is too plain and common,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Nancy sounds but ill;<br>
+Yet Anna is endurable,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Annie better still,<br>
+There is a grace in Charlotte,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In Eleanor a state,<br>
+An elegance in Isabel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A haughtiness in Kate;<br>
+And Sarah is sedate and neat,<br>
+And Ellen innocent and sweet<br>
+Matilda has a sickly sound,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fit for a nurse's trade;<br>
+Sophie is effeminate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Esther sage and staid;<br>
+Elizabeth's a matchless name,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fit for a queen to wear<br>
+In castle, cottage, hut, or hall&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A name beyond compare;<br>
+And Bess, and Bessie follow well,<br>
+But Betsy is detestable.<br>
+Maria is too forward,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Gertrude is too gruff,<br>
+Yet, coupled with a pretty face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is pretty name enough'<br>
+And Adelaide is fanciful,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Laura is too fine,<br>
+But Emily is beautiful,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mary is divine<br>
+Maud only suits a high-born dame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Fanny is a baby name<br>
+Eliza is not very choice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jane is too blunt and Bold,<br>
+And Martha somewhat sorrowful,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Lucy proud and cold;<br>
+Amelia is too light and gay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fit for only a flirt;<br>
+And Caroline is vain and shy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Flora smart and pert;<br>
+Louisa is too soft and sleek<br>
+But Alice&mdash;gentle, chaste and meek<br>
+And Harriet is confiding,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Clara grave and mild.<br>
+And Emma is affectionate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Janet arch and wild!<br>
+And Patience is expressive,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Grace is cold and rare,<br>
+And Hannah warm and dutiful,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Margaret frank and fair<br>
+And Faith, and Hope and Charity<br>
+Are heavenly names for sisters three.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sarah</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, Sarah mine, hark to my song<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your slumbers soft invading.<br>
+For here beneath your window-sill<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I come a-Sarah-nading.<br>
+<p>
+You know my fond heart beats for you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In tenderest adoration,<br>
+And then, you know, I long to have<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You be my own Sal-vation.<br>
+<p>
+The day's not far when you'll be mine&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The thought makes my soul merry;<br>
+You'll be the pride of all my life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But not my adver-Sarey.<br>
+<p>
+The tender fates shall crown your lot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sweet contentment parcel;<br>
+And while you're just the world to me,<br>
+&nbsp;Love will be univer-Sal.<br>
+<p>
+With bridal altar draped with flowers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And everything so tony,<br>
+In crowded church we will be wed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With lots of Sarah-money.<br>
+<p>
+There's nothing I'll not do for you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till life comes to an end, dear.<br>
+I'd brave the battles of the world<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fight a Sara-cen, dear.<br>
+<p>
+I must to sleep, Sal, soda you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For here I must not dally,<br>
+For that bull-dog I hear, like me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is bound to have a Sally.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Several Kinds of Girls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A good girl to have&mdash;Sal Vation.<br>
+A disagreeable girl&mdash;Anna Mosity.<br>
+A fighting girl&mdash;Hittie Magginn.<br>
+Not a Christian girl&mdash;Hettie Rodoxy.<br>
+A sweet girl&mdash;Carrie Mel.<br>
+A pleasant girl&mdash;Jennie Rosity.<br>
+A sick girl&mdash;Sallie Vate.<br>
+A smooth girl&mdash;Amelia Ration.<br>
+A seedy girl&mdash;Cora Ander.<br>
+One of the best girls&mdash;Ella Gant.<br>
+A clear case of girl&mdash;E. Lucy Date.<br>
+A geometrical girl&mdash;Rhoda Dendron.<br>
+A musical girl&mdash;Sarah Nade.<br>
+A profound girl&mdash;Mettie Physics.<br>
+A star girl&mdash;Meta Oric.<br>
+A clinging girl&mdash;Jessie Mine.<br>
+A nervous girl&mdash;Hester Ical.<br>
+A muscular girl&mdash;Callie Sthenici.<br>
+A lively girl&mdash;Anna Mation.<br>
+An uncertain girl&mdash;Eva Nescent.<br>
+A sad girl&mdash;Ella G.<br>
+A serene girl&mdash;Molly Fy.<br>
+A great big girl&mdash;Ella Phant.<br>
+A warlike girl&mdash;Millie Tary.<br>
+The best girl of all&mdash;Your Own.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where are the cats?" src="images/page019b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="020"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#019">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#021">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 20&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Jumping Jennie." src="images/page020a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jumping-Jennie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Jennie has a jumping-rope<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As slender as a whip.<br>
+And all about the street and house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'd skip, and skip, and skip.<br>
+<p>
+She knocked the vases from the shelf,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upset the stools and chairs,<br>
+And one unlucky day, alas!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went headlong down the stairs.<br>
+<p>
+Against the wall, against the door<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her head she often bumped,<br>
+And stumbled here, and stumbled there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet still she jumped, and jumped.<br>
+<p>
+She jumped so high, she jumped so hard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That&mdash;so the story goes&mdash;<br>
+She wore her shoes and stockings out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Likewise her heels and toes.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>I Don't Care</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Matilda was a pretty girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she had flaxen hair;<br>
+And yet she used those naughty words<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm sure I do not care."<br>
+<p>
+She once her lessons would not learn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But talk'd about the fair,<br>
+And lost her tickets, but she said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm sure I do not care."<br>
+<p>
+As she advanced to riper years,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm sorry to declare,<br>
+She still preserved those naughty words,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm sure I do not care."<br>
+<p>
+She grew a woman, and for life<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas time she should prepare,<br>
+But still she said "there's time enough,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If not, I do not care."<br>
+<p>
+Duties neglected, warnings spurn'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her mother in despair;<br>
+And though she saw the evil done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She said, "I do not care."<br>
+<p>
+Still on she went from bad to worse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She spurned her father's prayer;<br>
+Who feared she'd find an awful end,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she would not care.<br>
+<p>
+Afflictions came, and death in view,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which filled her with despair;<br>
+Her God neglected, and she feared<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For her He would not care.<br>
+<p>
+Could you have then Matilda seen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or heard her broken prayer,<br>
+She urged her friends never to use<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Those awful words&mdash;Don't Care.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Miss Meddlesome</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Miss Meddlesome<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Scattering crumbs,<br>
+Into the library<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Noisily comes&mdash;<br>
+Twirls off her apron,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tilts open some books,<br>
+And into a work-basket<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rummaging, looks.<br>
+<p>
+Out goes the spools spinning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over the floor,<br>
+Beeswax and needle-case<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepped out before;<br>
+She tosses the tape-rule<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And plays with the floss,<br>
+And says to herself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Now won't mamma be cross!"<br>
+<p>
+Little Miss Meddlesome<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Climbs to the shelf,<br>
+Since no-one is looking,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And mischievous elf,<br>
+Pulls down the fine vases,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The cuckoo-clock stops,<br>
+And sprinkles the carpet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With damaging drops.<br>
+<p>
+She turns over the ottoman,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frightens the bird,<br>
+And sees that the chairs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a medley are stirred;<br>
+Then creeps on the sofa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, all in a heap,<br>
+Drops out of her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frolicsome mischief asleep.<br>
+<p>
+But here comes the nurse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who is shaking her head,<br>
+And frowns at the mischief<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Asleep on her bed.<br>
+But let's hope when Miss Meddlesome's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Slumber is o'er,<br>
+She may wake from good dreams<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And do mischief no more.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Careless Matilda</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Again, Matilda,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is your work astray,<br>
+Your thimble is gone!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your scissors, where are they?<br>
+<p>
+Your needles, pins, your thread,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tapes all lost&mdash;<br>
+Your housewife here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there your work-bag tost.<br>
+<p>
+Fie, fie, my child!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed this will not do,<br>
+Your hair uncomb'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your frock in tatters too;<br>
+<p>
+I'm now resolv'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No more delays to grant,<br>
+This day I'll send you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To your stern old aunt."<br>
+<p>
+In vain Matilda wept,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Repented, pray'd,<br>
+In vain a promise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of amendment made.<br>
+<p>
+Arriv'd at Austere Hall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Matilda sigh'd.<br>
+By Lady Rigid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When severely eyed.<br>
+<p>
+"You read, and write,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And work well, as I'm told,<br>
+Are gentle, kind, good-natur'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Far from bold.<br>
+<p>
+But very careless,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Negligent, and wild&mdash;<br>
+When you leave me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll be a different child."<br>
+<p>
+The little girl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Next morn a favour asks:<br>
+"I wish to take a walk,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Go learn your tasks,"<br>
+<p>
+The lady harsh replies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Nor cry nor whine.<br>
+Your room you leave not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till you're call'd to dine."<br>
+<p>
+As thus Matilda sat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'erwhelm'd with shame,<br>
+A dame appear'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Disorder was her name.<br>
+<p>
+Her hair and dress neglected,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Soil'd her face,<br>
+She squinted leer'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hobbled in her pace.<br>
+<p>
+"Here, child," she said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"My mistress sends you this,<br>
+A bag of silks&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A flow'r not work'd amiss&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+A polyanthus bright,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wondrous gay;<br>
+You'll copy it by noon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She bade me say."<br>
+Disorder grinn'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then shuffling walk'd away.<br>
+<p>
+Entangled were<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The silks of every hue,<br>
+Confus'd and mix'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were shades of pink, green, blue;<br>
+<p>
+She took a thread,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Compar'd it with the flow'r;<br>
+"To finish this is<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not within my pow'r.<br>
+<p>
+Well-order'd silks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had Lady Rigid sent,<br>
+I might have work'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If such was her intent."<br>
+<p>
+She sigh'd, and melted<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into sobs and tears,<br>
+She hears a noise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And at the door appears<br>
+<p>
+A pretty maiden, clean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Well-dress'd, and neat<br>
+Her voice was soft,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her looks sedate, yet sweet.<br>
+<p>
+"My name is Order,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Do not cry my love;<br>
+Attend to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thus you may improve."<br>
+<p>
+She took the silks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And drew out shade for shade,<br>
+In sep'rate skeins,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each hue with care she laid;<br>
+Then smiling kindly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left the little maid.<br>
+<p>
+Matilda now resumed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her sweet employ,<br>
+And sees the flow'r complete&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How great her joy.<br>
+<p>
+She leaves the room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I've done my task," she cries.<br>
+But soon her harshness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lady look'd<br>
+With disbelieving eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Chang'd to glad surprise.<br>
+<p>
+"Why this is well!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A very pretty flow'r,<br>
+Work'd clean, exact,<br>
+&nbsp;And done within the hour!<br>
+<p>
+And now amuse yourself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ride, walk or play."<br>
+Thus passed Matilda<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This much-dreaded day.<br>
+<p>
+At all her tasks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Disorder would attend<br>
+At all her tasks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Still Order stood her friend.<br>
+<p>
+With tears and sighs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her studies oft began,<br>
+These into smiles<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were changed by Order's plan;<br>
+<p>
+No longer Lady Rigid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Seem'd severe,<br>
+Her looks the negligent<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alone need fear.<br>
+<p>
+And when the day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The wish'd-for day is come<br>
+When young Matilda's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Suffer'd to go home:<br>
+<p>
+"You quit me, child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But oft to mind recall<br>
+The time you spent<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With me at Austere Hall.<br>
+<p>
+And now, my dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll give you one of these,<br>
+Your servant she will be;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Take which you please."<br>
+<p>
+"From me," Disorder asked,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Old friend, why start?"<br>
+Matilda clasped<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweet Order to her heart.<br>
+"My dearest girl," she cried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"We'll never part."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="021"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#020">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#022">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 21&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="40 Girls in Hats." src="images/page021a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Forty Little School Girls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Forty little school girls, running, but not flirty;<br>
+Ten ran into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but thirty.<br>
+<p>
+Thirty little school girls swimming the river Plenty;<br>
+Ten swam into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but twenty.<br>
+<p>
+Twenty little school girls jumping in velveteen;<br>
+One jumped into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were nineteen.<br>
+<p>
+Nineteen little school girls going out a-skating;<br>
+One skated into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but eighteen.<br>
+<p>
+Eighteen little school girls dancing with the queen;<br>
+One danced into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were seventeen.<br>
+<p>
+Seventeen little school girls driving a bullock team;<br>
+One drove into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were sixteen.<br>
+<p>
+Sixteen little school girls creeping out unseen;<br>
+One crept into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were fifteen.<br>
+<p>
+Fifteen little school girls hopping on the green;<br>
+One hopped into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were fourteen.<br>
+<p>
+Fourteen little schoolgirls floating down a stream;<br>
+One floated into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were thirteen.<br>
+<p>
+Thirteen little school girls leaping out to delve;<br>
+One leaped into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but twelve.<br>
+<p>
+Twelve little school girls racing out for leaven;<br>
+One raced into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were eleven.<br>
+<p>
+Eleven little school girls dodging a lion when&mdash;<br>
+One dodged into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but ten.<br>
+<p>
+Ten little school girls, all skipping in a line;<br>
+One skipped into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but nine.<br>
+<p>
+Nine little school girls swinging on a gate;<br>
+One swung into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but eight.<br>
+<p>
+Eight little school girls, trying to fly to heaven;<br>
+One flew into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but seven.<br>
+<p>
+Seven little school girls tripping out for sticks;<br>
+One tripped into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but six.<br>
+<p>
+Six little school girls, going for a dive;<br>
+One dived into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but five.<br>
+<p>
+Five little school girls, sailing to explore;<br>
+One sailed into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but four.<br>
+<p>
+Four little school girls steaming on the sea;<br>
+One steamed into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but three.<br>
+<p>
+Three little school girls, riding on a moo;<br>
+One rode into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there were but two.<br>
+<p>
+Two little school girls, sliding about for fun;<br>
+One slid into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And then there was but one.<br>
+<p>
+One little school girl, the nicest, last and best,<br>
+She walked into Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+And read books with all the rest.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The following is the way that each girl went into Cole's Book Arcade:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Ada ran into it.<br>
+Agnes ran into it.<br>
+Alice ran into it.<br>
+Amy ran into it.<br>
+Annie ran into it.<br>
+Angelina ran into it.<br>
+Bessie ran into it.<br>
+Bridget ran into it.<br>
+Carrie ran into it.<br>
+Clara ran into it.<br>
+Edith swam into it.<br>
+Eliza swam into it.<br>
+Emily swam into it.<br>
+Emma swam into it.<br>
+Fanny swam into it.<br>
+Florence swam into it.<br>
+Hannah swam into it.<br>
+Harriet swam into it.<br>
+Jane swam into it.<br>
+Jessie swam into it.<br>
+Kate jumped into it.<br>
+Lillie skated into it.<br>
+Lizzie danced into it.<br>
+Lottie drove into it.<br>
+Louisa crept into it.<br>
+Lucy hopped into it.<br>
+Mary floated into it.<br>
+Martha leaped into it.<br>
+Matilda raced into it.<br>
+Maggie dodged into it.<br>
+Maria skipped into it.<br>
+Mabel swung into it.<br>
+Maude flew into it.<br>
+May tripped into it.<br>
+Minnie dived into it.<br>
+Nellie sailed into it.<br>
+Olive Steamed into it.<br>
+Rose rode into it.<br>
+Sarah slid into it.<br>
+Tottie walked into it.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+N.B.&mdash;Any little girl is invited to walk, run, jump, dance, skip,
+hop, swim, fly, or come into Cole's Book Arcade in any way she
+chooses, the same as the Forty Little School Girls.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Story Of The Funny Monkeys</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once there was a funny old monkey&mdash;and this old monkey had six
+young
+monkeys. There was one white monkey, and one black monkey, and one
+yellow monkey, and one red monkey, and one blue monkey, and one green
+monkey; and the white monkey's name was Linda, and the black monkey's
+name was Eddie, and the yellow monkey's name was Vally, and the red
+monkey's name was Ruby, and the blue monkey's name was Pearl, and the
+green Monkey's name was Ivy Diamond. And the white monkey liked
+apples, and the black monkey liked grapes, and the yellow monkey
+liked cherries, and the red monkey liked strawberries, and the blue
+monkey liked oranges, and the green monkey liked nuts, and that's all
+about these FUNNY MONKEYS. The names of any children can be told in
+this story instead of Linda, Eddie, Vally, Ruby, Pearl, and Diamond.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="022"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#021">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#023">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 22&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tangle Pate." src="images/page022a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tangle Pate</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a girl, named tanglepate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She lived&mdash;I won't say where&mdash;<br>
+Who was not willing any one<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should comb or curl her hair.<br>
+<p>
+She cried and made a dreadful fuss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At morning, noon, or night,<br>
+And did not seem at all ashamed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of looking like a fright.<br>
+<p>
+Her hair stood out around her head<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just like a lion's mane,<br>
+And she was scolded, coaxed, and teased<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About it&mdash;but in vain.<br>
+<p>
+It caught on buttons, hooks, and boughs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As here and there she rushed,<br>
+And yet she would not consent<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To have it combed or brushed.<br>
+<p>
+And so she fell asleep one day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Within the woods, and there<br>
+Two birdies came and built a nest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Amid her tangled hair.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Careless Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I know a very careless girl,<br>
+Her hair is always out of curl,<br>
+In rags and tatters are her clothes,<br>
+And she's a fright, you may suppose.<br>
+<p>
+Her skirts she catches on a nail,<br>
+And leaves behind and ugly trail;<br>
+Her sashes always are untied,<br>
+Her dresses always gaping wide.<br>
+<p>
+'Tis her delight to tear and rend,<br>
+She does not like to patch or mend,<br>
+And 'tis no wonder that she goes<br>
+So out at elbows and at toes.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Naughty Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The naughty girl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never minds mamma,<br>
+Always says, "I won't!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dear papa!<br>
+Makes a great deal of noise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About the house.<br>
+When her mother wants her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As still as a mouse.<br>
+<p>
+She pinches the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls her tail;<br>
+And takes the bird-cage<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Down from the nail;<br>
+Teases her brothers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And spoils her hair,<br>
+And reproved says,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't care!"<br>
+<p>
+She worries poor grandma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Makes baby cry;<br>
+She cannot please him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I know why:&mdash;<br>
+She lets him lie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the crib and moan,<br>
+While she is amusing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Herself alone.<br>
+<p>
+At school she forgets<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What the teacher said,<br>
+Sits idly leaning her hands<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On her head;<br>
+She never learns<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The task that's given,<br>
+And cannot tell even<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Seven times seven.<br>
+<p>
+At table she's careless,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And spills her drink,<br>
+Can never be taught<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To "stop and think;"<br>
+Gets down from the table<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And goes to play,<br>
+To do the same over<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Another day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mopy Maria</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mopy Maria<br>
+Would sit by the fire,<br>
+It seemed to be<br>
+Her greatest desire;<br>
+Bent and bowed<br>
+As if wrapped in a shroud,<br>
+And her face as black<br>
+As a thunder-cloud.<br>
+<p>
+She filled the room<br>
+So full of gloom,<br>
+The place was as<br>
+Dismal as a tomb;<br>
+And few would admire<br>
+Her, or desire<br>
+To spend much time<br>
+With Mopy Maria,<br>
+<p>
+She moped and pined<br>
+Yet no-one could find<br>
+That any trouble<br>
+Disturbed her mind;<br>
+Nor reasons good<br>
+Why she should brood<br>
+An such a<br>
+Ridiculous attitude.<br>
+<p>
+It wasn't her style<br>
+To laugh and smile<br>
+She didn't think<br>
+It was worth her while;<br>
+So dull and flat<br>
+She daily sat<br>
+Like a Chinese idol,<br>
+Or worse than that,<br>
+<p>
+If the children came<br>
+To propose a game<br>
+Of any sort,<br>
+It was all the same;<br>
+She wouldn't play,<br>
+She wouldn't be gay,<br>
+But sat and pouted<br>
+The livelong day.<br>
+<p>
+Her face grew thin;<br>
+And at length her chin<br>
+Grew long and sharp;<br>
+Oh! as sharp as a pin!<br>
+And one windy day<br>
+She blew away<br>
+Like a great big kite<br>
+That had gone astray.<br>
+<p>
+The winds were high,<br>
+And she had to fly<br>
+Away at their bidding;<br>
+It made her cry;<br>
+But she couldn't get higher<br>
+Than the tall church spire,<br>
+So there she stuck&mdash;<br>
+Poor Mopy Maria!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Disobedient May</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Naughty May will not obey,<br>
+But will always have her way<br>
+Every moment of the day.<br>
+<p>
+If you say do this, or that,<br>
+She will be amazed thereat,<br>
+Show her claws like any cat.<br>
+<p>
+O she is a naughty child!<br>
+Very fond of running wild,<br>
+Never gentle, meek, or mild.<br>
+<p>
+Some fine day, I don't know when&mdash;<br>
+She'll be popp'd in piggy's pen,<br>
+And be most unhappy then.<br>
+<p>
+Pigs are stubborn things indeed,<br>
+Will not go as you would lead,<br>
+Never words of counsel heed.<br>
+<p>
+And pig-headed folks are they<br>
+Who will always have their way,<br>
+Spite of anything you say.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sluttishness</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! Mary, my mary,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why, where is your dolly?<br>
+Look here, I protest, on the floor:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To leave her about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the dirt so is folly,<br>
+You ought to be trusted no more.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I thought you were pleas'd.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And receiv'd her quite gladly,<br>
+When on your birthday she came home;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did I ever suppose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You would use her so sadly,<br>
+And strew her things over the room?<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her bonnet of straw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You once thought a great matter,<br>
+And tied it so pretty and neat;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now see how 'tis crumpled,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No trencher is flatter,<br>
+It grieves your mamma thus to see't.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Suppose (you're my Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You know, little daughter,<br>
+Whom I love to dress neat, and see good),<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Suppose in my care of you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I were to falter,<br>
+And let you get dirty and rude!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Dolly's mere wood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You are flesh and bone living,<br>
+And deserves better treatment and care;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That is true, my sweet girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis the reason I'm giving<br>
+This lesson so sharp and severe.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis not for the Dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm anxious and fearful,<br>
+Tho' she cost too much to be spoil'd;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm afraid lest yourself<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should get sluttish, not careful,<br>
+And that were a sad thing, my child.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jane, who Bit her Nails</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When I was living down in Wales,<br>
+I knew a girl who bit her nails;<br>
+Her finger-ends became so sore,<br>
+The blood flowed from them to the floor.<br>
+<p>
+The more she bit the more they bled,<br>
+Until upon herself she fed;<br>
+And as she nibbled day by day,<br>
+The fingers slowly wore away.<br>
+<p>
+See, here she is: she sadly stands<br>
+With only stumps instead of hands;<br>
+The silly girl can never play,<br>
+Yet she was cautioned every day.<br>
+<p>
+Her father said, "You naughty thing,<br>
+Some wooden fingers I must bring,<br>
+And try to get them fastened to<br>
+Your hands with little bits of glue."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Poking Fun</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When little Lizzie came across<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A birdie, or a chick,<br>
+A duckling, or a gosling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;she would poke it with a stick.<br>
+<p>
+She chased the dog, she chased the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But when she saw a mouse<br>
+She gave a scream so very loud<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It echoed through the house.<br>
+<p>
+She poked the turtles and the frogs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thought it was fine fun,<br>
+But when the geese poked out their necks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At her, she had to run.<br>
+<p>
+One day she chanced to find a hive<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With not a bee about,<br>
+And said, "Is any one at home?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll very soon find out!"<br>
+<p>
+And so she did. As soon as she<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had poked her stick inside,<br>
+The bees flew out and stung her so<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She very nearly died.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="023"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#022">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#024">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 23&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pin</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Dear me! what signifies a pin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wedg'd in a rotten board?<br>
+I'm certain that I won't begin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At ten years old, to hoard!<br>
+I never will be called a miser;<br>
+That I'm determined," said Eliza.<br>
+<p>
+So onward tripped the little maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And left the pin behind,<br>
+Which very snug and quiet lay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To its hard fate resign'd;<br>
+Nor did she think (a careless chit)<br>
+'Twas worth her while to stoop for it.<br>
+<p>
+Next day a party was to ride<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see an air balloon;<br>
+And all the company beside<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were dressed and ready soon:<br>
+But she a woful case was in,<br>
+For want of just a single pin.<br>
+<p>
+In vain her eager eyes she brings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To ev'ry darksome crack,<br>
+There was not one! and yet her things<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were dropping off her back.<br>
+She cut her pincushion in two,<br>
+But no, not one had slidden through.<br>
+<p>
+At last, as hunting on the floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over a crack she lay,<br>
+The carriage rattled to the door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then rattled fast away:<br>
+But poor Eliza was not in,<br>
+For want of just a single pin.<br>
+<p>
+There's hardly anything so small,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So trifling or so mean,<br>
+That we may never want at all,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For service unforseen;<br>
+And wilful waste, depend upon't<br>
+Brings, almost always, woful want!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Ann Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Stupid Jane</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! she was such a stupid Jane,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They tried in vain<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make things plain,<br>
+But she would ask and ask again,<br>
+As if there wasn't any brain<br>
+Inside the head of stupid Jane.<br>
+<p>
+If she was set to do a task,<br>
+So many questions she would ask,<br>
+'Twas easier far her teachers said<br>
+To do the work themselves instead,<br>
+Than try to make her understand<br>
+The lesson she had in hand.<br>
+<p>
+If on an errand told to go,<br>
+And cautioned to do thus and so,<br>
+Turn here and there along the way,<br>
+Oh! Jane was sure to go astray;<br>
+For she hade such a crooked pate,<br>
+She could not do an errand straight.<br>
+<p>
+She did not care for books or toys,<br>
+She could not play with girls or boys;<br>
+Because so oft she blocked their games,<br>
+They used to call her dreadful names,<br>
+And in loud, angry tones complain,<br>
+"Oh, what a horrid, Stupid Jane!"<br>
+<p>
+Brought to the parlour nicely drest<br>
+To be presented to a guest,<br>
+With finger in her mouth she'd stand<br>
+And stare about on every hand,<br>
+Nor answer by a single word,<br>
+Nor even act as if she heard.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! she was such a stupid Jane,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They tried in vain<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make things plain,<br>
+But she would ask and ask again,<br>
+As if there wasn't any brain<br>
+Inside the head of stupid Jane.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Girl who wouldn't eat Crusts</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The awfullest times that ever could be<br>
+They had with a bad little girl of Dundee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who never would finish her crust<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In vain they besought her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And patiently taught her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;And told her she must.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her grandma would coax,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so would the folks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And tell her the sinning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of such a beginning.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But no, she wouldn't.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She couldn't, she shouldn't,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She'd have them to know&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So they might as well go.<br>
+And what do you think came to pass?<br>
+This little girl of Dundee, alas!<br>
+Who wouldn't take crusts the regular way,<br>
+Sat down to a feast one summer's day;<br>
+And what did the people that little girl give?<br>
+Why, a dish of bread pudding&mdash;as sure as I live!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pouting Polly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Polly was a little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pretty as a posy;<br>
+Rather straight, and rather tall;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very round and rosy.<br>
+<p>
+Other little girls and boys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Always were delighted,<br>
+So if to pretty Polly's house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They had been invited.<br>
+<p>
+There they'd romp, and have great fun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frolicking and shouting;<br>
+But alas! they soon would find<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pretty Polly pouting!<br>
+<p>
+What had any one done?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How had they displeased her?<br>
+Was she sad or mad because<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Johnny Dean had teased her?<br>
+<p>
+Why are you so cross and glum<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the rest are jolly?<br>
+With your under-lip thrust out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tell us, pouting Polly!<br>
+<p>
+Polly loves to have her way;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ah! no one can doubt it;<br>
+And whenever she's displeased<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She will pout about it.<br>
+<p>
+Such a funny under-lip!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You would like to grab it,<br>
+So that little Polly might<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Break this naughty habit.<br>
+<p>
+In the house or out-of-doors,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Polly Horner<br>
+You will find a dozen times<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pouting in a corner.<br>
+<p>
+Once, when in the garden she<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stood thus melancholy,<br>
+On her under-lip a bee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stung Miss Pouting Polly.<br>
+<p>
+Then she danced, and then she screamed;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;People heard her yelling<br>
+Half-a-mile or more away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While her lip was swelling.<br>
+<p>
+Oh, it swelled, and swelled, and swelled,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a great big blister,<br>
+And the pain was very great<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where the bee had kissed her.<br>
+<p>
+Many days she kept her bed;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there is no doubting<br>
+That the sorry little maid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had her fill of pouting.<br>
+<p>
+For the buzzing busy-bee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cured her of her folly;<br>
+And the remedy will cure<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Any pouting Polly.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Untidy Emily</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, here's a sad picture!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pray carefully look!<br>
+As sad as was ever<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet seen in a book.<br>
+<p>
+'Tis Emily's portrait:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not at all flattered.<br>
+Slovenly, dirty, untidy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tattered.<br>
+<p>
+Her mother implores her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Again and again,<br>
+To make herself tidy;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But all is in vain.<br>
+<p>
+Her trimmings are torn;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a hole in her dress;<br>
+Another, still larger;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her shoes in a mess;<br>
+<p>
+Stockings down, buttons missing;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shabby old hat,<br>
+Not for worlds would I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wear it, battered and flat.<br>
+<p>
+Her mother does nothing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But patch, darn and mend,<br>
+Till, saddened and weary,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She says, "This must end.<br>
+<p>
+"All, all is in vain.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And now, happen what may,<br>
+I can do nothing more;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So go your own way."<br>
+<p>
+A terrible thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very soon now befell,<br>
+Oh, horror! I shudder<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The story to tell.<br>
+<p>
+This girl ran quite wild;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till at last she became<br>
+All tatters and rags,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With no feeling of shame.<br>
+<p>
+A man, who was passing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then took her one day,<br>
+And in his field placed her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To scare birds away.<br>
+<p>
+She is still standing there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stands there day and night.<br>
+The sparrows fly round her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And cry in affright:<br>
+<p>
+"Look at this dreadful thing!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Take care now, take care!<br>
+Beware of the scarecrow!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beware, now, beware!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Untidy Emily." src="images/page023a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="024"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#023">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#025">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 24&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="My Five Sisters." src="images/page024a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Maidenhood</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,<br>
+In whose orbs a shadow lies,<br>
+Like a dusk in evening skies!<br>
+<p>
+Thou, whose locks outshine the sun,<br>
+Golden tresses, wreathed in one,<br>
+As the braided streamlets run!<br>
+<p>
+Standing, with reluctant feet,<br>
+Where the brook and river meet!<br>
+Womanhood and childhood fleet!<br>
+<p>
+Gazing, with a timid glance,<br>
+On the brooklet's swift advance,<br>
+On the river's broad expanse!<br>
+<p>
+Deep and still, that gliding stream<br>
+Beautiful to thee must seem,<br>
+As the river of a dream.<br>
+<p>
+Then why pause with indecision,<br>
+When bright angels in thy vision<br>
+Beckon thee to fields of Elysian?<br>
+<p>
+Seest thou shadows sailing by,<br>
+As the dove, with startled eye,<br>
+Sees the falcon's shadow fly?<br>
+<p>
+Hearest thou voices on the shore,<br>
+That our ears perceive no more,<br>
+Deafen'd by the cataract's roar?<br>
+<p>
+O, thou child of many prayers!<br>
+Life hath quicksands&mdash;Life hath snares!<br>
+Care and age come unawares!<br>
+<p>
+Like the swell of some sweet tune,<br>
+Morning rises into noon,<br>
+May glides onward into June<br>
+<p>
+Childhood is the bough where slumber'd<br>
+Birds and blossoms many-number'd&mdash;<br>
+Age, that bough with snows encumber'd<br>
+<p>
+Gather, then each flower that grows,<br>
+When the young heart overflows,<br>
+To embalm that tent of snows<br>
+<p>
+Bear a lily in thy hand;<br>
+Gates of brass cannot withstand<br>
+One touch of that magic wand<br>
+<p>
+Bear, through sorrow, wrong, and ruth,<br>
+In thy heart the dew of youth,<br>
+On thy lips the smile of truth.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! that dew, like balm, shall steal<br>
+Into wounds, that cannot heal,<br>
+Even as sleep our eyes doth seal:<br>
+<p>
+And that smile, like sunshine, dart<br>
+Into many a sunless heart,<br>
+For a smile of God thou art.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Longfellow<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girls that are in Demand</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The girls that are wanted are good girls&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Good from the heart to the lips;<br>
+Pure as the lily is white and pure,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From it's heart to its sweet leaf tips.<br>
+The girls that are wanted are home girls&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Girls that are a mother's right hand,<br>
+That fathers and brothers can trust to,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the little ones understand.<br>
+<p>
+The girls that are fair on the hearthstone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And pleasant when nobody sees;<br>
+Kind and sweet to their own folks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ready and anxious to please.<br>
+The girls that are wanted are wise girls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That know what to do and to say;<br>
+That drive with a smile and soft word<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The wrath of the household away.<br>
+<p>
+The girls that are wanted are girls of sense,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whom fashion can never deceive;<br>
+Who can follow whatever is pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And dare what is silly to leave.<br>
+The girls that are wanted are careful girls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who count what a thing will cost.<br>
+Who use with a prudent generous hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But see that nothing is lost.<br>
+<p>
+The girls that are wanted are girls with hearts,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They are wanted for mothers and wives,<br>
+Wanted to cradle in loving arms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The strongest and frailest lives.<br>
+The clever, the witty, the brilliant girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There are few who can understand,<br>
+But, oh! for the wise, loving home girls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a constant steady demand.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Girl's Names</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Francis, is "unrestrained and free;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bertha, "pellucid, purely bright;"<br>
+Clara, "clear" as the crystal sea;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lucy, a star of radiant "light;"<br>
+Catherine, is "pure" as mountain air;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Barbara, cometh "from afar;"<br>
+Mabel, is "like a lily fair;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Henrietta, a soft, sweet "star;"<br>
+Felicia, is a "happy girl;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Matilda, is a "lady true;"<br>
+Margaret, is a shining "pearl;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rebecca, "with the faithful few;"<br>
+Susan, is a "lily white;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jane has the "willow's" curve and grace;<br>
+Cecilia, dear, is "dim of sight;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sophia, shows "wisdom" on her face;<br>
+Constance, is firm and "resolute;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grace, a delicious "favour meet;"<br>
+Charlotte, "noble, of good repute;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Harriet, a fine "odour sweet;"<br>
+Isabella, is "a lady rare;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lucinda, "constant" as the day;<br>
+Maria, means a "lady fair;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Abigail, "joyful as the May;"<br>
+Elizabeth, "an oath of trust;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Adeline, "nice princess, proud;"<br>
+Agatha, "is truly good and just;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Leila, "a joy of love avowed;"<br>
+Jemima, "a soft sound in air;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Caroline, "a sweet spirit, hale;"<br>
+Cornelia, "harmonious and fair;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Selina, "a sweet nightingale;"<br>
+Lydia, "a refreshing well;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Judith, "a song of sacred praise;"<br>
+Julia, "a jewel none excel;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Priscilla, "ancient of days."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Kate</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There's something in the name of Kate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which many will condemn;<br>
+But listen now while I relate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The traits of some of them.<br>
+<p>
+There's deli-Kate, a modest dame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's worthy of your love!<br>
+She's nice and beautiful a flame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gentle as a dove,<br>
+<p>
+Communi-Kate's intelligent,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As we may well suppose;<br>
+Her fruitful mind is ever bent<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On telling all she knows.<br>
+<p>
+There's intri-Kate, she's so obscure<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis hard to find her out;<br>
+For she is often very sure<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To put your wits to rout.<br>
+<p>
+Prevari-Kate's a surly maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's sure to have her way;<br>
+The cavilling, contrary jade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Objects to all you say.<br>
+<p>
+There's alter-Kate, a perfect pest;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Much given to dispute;<br>
+Her prattling tongue can never rest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You cannot her refute.<br>
+<p>
+Then dislo-Kate, is quite a fret,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who fails to gain her point;<br>
+Her case is quite unfortunate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sorely out of joint.<br>
+<p>
+Equivo-Kate no one will woo&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The thing would be absurd.<br>
+She is so faithless and untrue,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You cannot take her word.<br>
+<p>
+There's vindi-Kate, she's good and true,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And strives with all her might<br>
+Her duty faithfully to do<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And battles for the right.<br>
+<p>
+There's rusti-Kate, a country lass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quite fond of rural scenes;<br>
+She likes to ramble through the grass<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And through the evergreens.<br>
+<p>
+Of all the maidens you can find,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's none like edu-Kate;<br>
+Because she elevates the mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And aims at something great.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="My Five Cousins." src="images/page024b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="025"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#024">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#026">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 25&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Electro-Micro Scolding Machine."
+src="images/page025a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Coles Electro-micro Scolding Machine For Scolding Naughty
+Girls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cole's Electro-micro Scolding Machine is a combination of three
+instruments, the Phonograph, the Microphone, and the Wonderphone.
+<p>
+The Phonograph is an instrument that will preserve words for any
+length of time. Any person can speak, sing, whistle, or scold into a
+Phonograph, and months or years afterwards by simply turning a handle
+the same sounds can be reproduced a dozen, a hundred, or a thousand
+times in the exact voice of the person who spoke them in; so that if
+a man or a woman, who is a great scold, speak some good, loud, severe
+scolding into a Phonograph, the mildest teacher can then scold her
+pupils, or the kindest mother her children, just by turning the
+handle.
+<p>
+The Microphone is an instrument that magnifies sound in the same way
+as a microscope magnifies objects; a very powerful microphone
+magnifies the sound of a fly walking into a loud tramping footstep,
+the tick of a watch into a deafening clatter, and a whisper into a
+loud shout. Take a Microphone, then properly affix it to the
+Phonograph described above, and you have a good Scolding Machine;
+turn the handle, and as the Phonograph gives out the scoldings, the
+microphone part magnifies them so loudly that they are heard for a
+considerable distance.
+<p>
+The Wonderphone (Cole's own secret) is another remarkable instrument;
+it will cause sound to travel very distinctly, but frightfully and
+equally loud, for forty miles in all directions; by attaching this
+powerful instrument to the combination of the other two, Cole's
+Electro-micro Scolding Machine is formed&mdash;and which is the first
+Scolding Machine ever invented. If the machine is already
+<i>charged</i>
+by having had some scolding spoken, or even whispered into it, give
+the handle a turn, and forty miles to the east, forty miles to the
+west, forty to the north, forty to the south, forty up in the sky,
+and down in the mines forty miles deep, in fact forty miles in every
+direction, everybody can clearly hear every word being said to the
+girl being scolded. Suppose for instance, Hannah Maria Smith had done
+something wrong in school, the schoolmistress could give the handle
+of the machine a turn, and it would scold her so loudly that her
+mother, and father, and brothers, and sisters, and uncles, and aunts,
+and friends, and those she didn't like would all hear her scolded.
+The machine can be charged on the instant by anyone scolding into it.
+In fact the whole value of Cole's Scolding Machine lies in its power
+to repeat out exceedingly loud whatever is spoken into it.
+<p>
+If the schoolmistress chooses she can put the scolding into verse, so
+that all who hear it in the forty miles around, can more easily
+remember it. The machine that I have before me now, was charged this
+morning for an aristocratic school and speaks as
+follows:&mdash;Silence!!
+Attention!!!
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Ada Alice Arabella Angelina Andal,<br>
+Why do you talk for ever, such a tittle-tattling scandal?<br>
+Betsy Bertha Bridget Belinda Bowing,<br>
+Will you be quiet and go on with your sewing?<br>
+Cora Caroline Christina Clarinda Clare,<br>
+Now do look in the glass at your untidy hair.<br>
+Dorah Dinah Dorothy Dorinda Dresson,<br>
+You really must get on with your short drawing lesson.<br>
+Edith Ellen Evelina Elizabeth Eadle,<br>
+This makes this day your nineteenth broken needle.<br>
+Fanny Florence Frederica Florinda Flynn,<br>
+How cruel of you to prick Jane with a pin.<br>
+Grace Gertrude Genevieve Georgina Grimble,<br>
+You careless girl to lose your silver thimble.<br>
+Hilda Hanna Harriet Henrietta Hawker,<br>
+You really are a most inveterate talker.<br>
+Ida Izod Irene Isabella Inching,<br>
+You spiteful&mdash;stop that scratching and pinching.<br>
+Jane Julia Josephine Jemima Jesson,<br>
+Sit down at once and learn your music lesson.<br>
+Kate Kester Katrina Kathleen Kent,<br>
+You're vulgar, saucy, rude and insolent.<br>
+Lizzie Letitia Lucretia Lorinda Loeries,<br>
+You're the champion of the world for telling stories.<br>
+Maud Mary Martha Matilda Moyes,<br>
+Sends letters to, and flirts with, naughty boys.<br>
+Nancy Nelly Ninette Naomi Nations,<br>
+Shame of you to talk 'gainst other girls' relations.<br>
+Olive Osberta Orphelia Octavia O'Dyke,<br>
+Your conduct is outrageous and unladylike.<br>
+Polly Patience Prudence Paulina Pitt,<br>
+You really are our champion tell-tale-tit.<br>
+Quilla Quintina Quinburga Quendrida Quirk,<br>
+How very, very, dirty you have made your fancy-work.<br>
+Rose Ruth Rachel Rebecca Ritting,<br>
+Now stop that crying and get on with your knitting.<br>
+Sarah Sophia Selina Susannah Stacies,<br>
+Don't spoil your face by making those grimaces.<br>
+Tilda Theresa Tabitha Theodora Tapping,<br>
+You'd gain the prize if one was given for slapping.<br>
+Una Ursula Urica Urania Urls,<br>
+You'd gain the prize for teasing little girls.<br>
+Venus Violet Victoria Veronica Vo-shi,<br>
+Just learn your task and put away that crochet.<br>
+Wilmett Walberg Winefride Wilhelmina Wriggling,<br>
+Now once for all do stop that stupid giggling.<br>
+Xenodice Xanthippe Xanthisa Xenophona X-cess,<br>
+You think and talk of nothing else but dress! dress!<br>
+Yana Yulga Yapeena Yestina Young,<br>
+Will you behave yourself and just draw in your tongue.<br>
+And lastly and worst of all, you,<br>
+Zoe Zora Zillah Zenobia Zeen,<br>
+How dare you! how dare you!! yes, how dare you!!!<br>
+Sneer at the boy's new whipping Machine.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Notice To The Public</b></center><br>
+<p>
+If a schoolmistress chooses to live a hundred or a thousand miles
+away from her school, she can use the Scolding Machine by means of a
+<i>Telephone</i> attached thereto.
+<p>
+One great advantage of the Electro-micro Scolding Machine is, that
+after it has been in use a short time the girls will all have been
+shamed into good behaviour; but the Machine will not become useless,
+as it can, without a farthing outlay, be turned into a Praising
+Machine, for it can be made to praise in a gentle voice as well as
+scold in a harsh one. In fact, as said above it will repeat in exact
+tones, anything that is recited, preached, sung, whistled, whispered,
+shouted, scolded or praised into it&mdash;and any of which will be
+heard
+for forty miles around.
+<p>
+Cole can supply Scolding Machines from &pound;5 to &pound;50. A very
+good one
+(The Excelsior), price &pound;10, can be charged in one minute, and
+set
+going like a musical box, and will sing, whistle, recite, preach, or
+scold away for a full hour without stopping. Cole would particularly
+recommend this one to the ladies, it would make a fine ornament for
+their own table.
+<p>
+Final Notice Extraordinary&mdash;If the champion male scold of the
+world,
+and the champion female scold of the world, will call on Professor
+Cole, at the Book Arcade, Melbourne, he will give them both good
+wages, and find them constant employment at charging Scolding
+Machines. If any wife has got the champion male scold for a husband,
+she will please to let me know. If any husband has got the champion
+female scold for a wife, he will please to let me
+know&mdash;&pound;10 bonus
+for information in each case.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E.W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="026"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#025">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#027">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 26&mdash;Good Girls</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jenny Lee</b></center><br>
+<p>
+An orphan child was Jenny Lee;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her father, he was dead.<br>
+And very hard her mother worked;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get the children bread.<br>
+<p>
+In winter time, she often rose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Long ere the day was light,<br>
+And left her orphan family,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till dark again at night.<br>
+<p>
+And she would always say to Jane,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before she went away;<br>
+"Be sure you mind the little ones,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And don't go out to play.<br>
+<p>
+"Keep baby quiet in his bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As long as he will lie;<br>
+Then take him up, and dance him well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't leave him there to cry.<br>
+<p>
+"And don't let little Christopher,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Get down into the street,<br>
+For fear he meets an accident<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath the horse's feet.<br>
+<p>
+"And mind about the fire, child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And keep a tidy floor;<br>
+We never need be dirty, Jane,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Although we may be poor.<br>
+<p>
+"Good-by my precious comforter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For all the neighbours say,<br>
+That I can trust my little maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whenever I'm away."<br>
+<p>
+Then Jenny she was quite as proud<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As England's noble Queen,<br>
+And she resolved to do the work,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And keep the dwelling clean.<br>
+<p>
+She did not stop to waste her time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But very brisk was she,<br>
+And worked as hard and cheerfully<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As any busy bee.<br>
+<p>
+If down upon the cottage floor<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her little brother fell,<br>
+She stroked the places tenderly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And kissed and made them well.<br>
+<p>
+And when the little babe was cross,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As little babes will be,<br>
+She nursed and danced it merrily,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fed it on her knee.<br>
+<p>
+But when they both were safe in bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She neatly swept the hearth,<br>
+And waited until her mother's step<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came sounding up the path.<br>
+<p>
+Then open flew the cottage door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The weary mother smiled.<br>
+"Ah! Jenny dear, what should I do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without my precious child!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Work Before Play</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Mother has sent me to the well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To fetch a jug of water,<br>
+And I am very glad to be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A useful little daughter;<br>
+That's why I cannot play<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With you and Mary Ann to-day.<br>
+<p>
+"Some afternoon I'll come with you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And make you wreaths and posies;<br>
+I know a place where blue-bells grow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And daisies and primroses;<br>
+But not to-day, for I must go<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And help my mother, dears, you know.<br>
+<p>
+"She says, that I am nearly eight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So I can fill the kettle,<br>
+And sweep the room and clean the grate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And even scrub a little;<br>
+Oh! I'm so very glad to be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little useful girl, you see.<br>
+<p>
+"So Johnny, do not ask to-day&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Perhaps I'll come to morrow;<br>
+But you'd not wish me now to stay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And give my mother sorrow.<br>
+When she can spare me, she will say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Now, Susan, you may go and play.'"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lucy Gray and Father." src="images/page026a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lucy Gray</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, when I crossed the wild,<br>
+I managed to see at break of day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The solitary child.<br>
+<p>
+No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She dwelt on a wide moor,&mdash;<br>
+The sweetest thing that ever grew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Besides a human door!<br>
+<p>
+You yet may spy the fawn at play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The hare upon the green;<br>
+But the sweet face of Lucy Gray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will never more be seen.<br>
+<p>
+"To-night will be a stormy night&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You to the town must go;<br>
+And take a lantern, child, to light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your mother through the snow."<br>
+<p>
+"That, father, will I gladly do!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis scarcely afternoon&mdash;<br>
+The minster-clock has just struck two,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And yonder is the moon."<br>
+<p>
+At this the father raised his book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And snapped a faggot band;<br>
+He piled his work,&mdash;and Lucy took<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lantern in her hand.<br>
+<p>
+Not blither is the mountain roe;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With many a wanton stroke<br>
+Her feet disperse the powdery snow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That rises up like smoke.<br>
+<p>
+The storm came on before it's time;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She wandered up and down;<br>
+And many a hill did Lucy climb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But never reached the town.<br>
+<p>
+The wretched parents all that night<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went shouting far and wide,<br>
+But there was neither sound or sight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To serve them for a guide.<br>
+<p>
+At day-break on a hill they stood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That overlooked the moor;<br>
+And thence they saw the bridge of wood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A furlong from their door.<br>
+<p>
+And, turning homeward, now they cried<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"In heaven we shall meet!"<br>
+When in the snow the mother spied<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The print of Lucy's feet.<br>
+<p>
+Then downwards from the steep hill's edge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They tracked the footmarks small;<br>
+And through the broken hawthorn edge,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And by the long stone wall.<br>
+<p>
+And then an open field they crossed&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The marks were still the same;<br>
+They tracked them on, nor ever lost;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And to the bridge they came.<br>
+<p>
+They followed from the snowy bank<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The footmarks, one by one,<br>
+Into the middle of the plank;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And further there were none!<br>
+<p>
+Yet some maintain that to this day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She is a living child;<br>
+That you may see sweet Lucy Gray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the lonesome wild.<br>
+<p>
+O'er rough and smooth she trips along,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never looks behind;<br>
+And sings a solitary song<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That whistles in the wind.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mary's Little Lamb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mary had a little lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's fleece was white as snow;<br>
+And everywhere that Mary went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lamb was sure to go.<br>
+<p>
+He followed her to school one day&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That was against the rule;<br>
+It made the children laugh and play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see a lamb at school.<br>
+<p>
+The teacher therefore turned him out;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But still he lingered near,<br>
+And on the grass he played about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till Mary did appear.<br>
+<p>
+At once he ran to her, and laid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His head upon her arm,<br>
+As if to say, I'm not afraid&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll keep me from all harm.<br>
+<p>
+"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little children cry;<br>
+"Oh! Mary loves the lamb you know,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The teacher did reply.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="027"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#026">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#028">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 27&mdash;Girl Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>We are Seven</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I met a little cottage girl;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was eight years old, she said;<br>
+Her head was thick with many a curl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That clustered round her head.<br>
+<p>
+She had a rustic, woodland air,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she was wildly clad;<br>
+Her eyes were fair, and very fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her beauty made me glad.<br>
+<p>
+"Sisters and brothers, little maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How many may you be?"<br>
+"How many? Seven in all," she said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wondering, looked at me.<br>
+<p>
+"And where are they? I pray you tell."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She answered, "Seven are we;<br>
+And two of us at Conway dwell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And two are gone to sea.<br>
+<p>
+"Two of us in the churchyard lie&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My sister and my brother;<br>
+And in the churchyard cottage I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dwell near them with my mother."<br>
+<p>
+"You say that two at Conway dwell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And two are gone to sea;<br>
+Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweet maid how this may be?"<br>
+<p>
+Then did the little maid reply,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Seven boys and girls are we;<br>
+Two of us in the churchyard lie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath the churchyard tree."<br>
+<p>
+"You run about, my little maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your limbs they are alive!<br>
+If two are in the churchyard laid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then ye are only five."<br>
+<p>
+"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little maid replied;<br>
+"Twelve steps or more, from my mother's door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they are side by side.<br>
+<p>
+"My stockings there I often knit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My kerchief there I hem;<br>
+And there upon the ground I sit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I sit and sing to them.<br>
+<p>
+"And often after sunset, sir,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When it is light and fair,<br>
+I take my little porringer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And eat my supper there.<br>
+<p>
+"The first that died was little Jane;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In bed she moaning lay,<br>
+Till God released her of her pain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she went away.<br>
+<p>
+"So in the churchyard she was laid;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, when the grass was dry,<br>
+Together round her grave we played,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My brother John and I.<br>
+<p>
+"And when the ground was white with snow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I could run and slide,<br>
+My brother John was forced to go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he lies by her side."<br>
+<p>
+"How many are you then? said I,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"If they two are in heaven!"<br>
+The little maiden did reply<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"O master! we are seven."<br>
+<p>
+"But they are dead; those two are dead;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their spirits are in heaven!"<br>
+'Twas throwing words away; for still<br>
+The little maid would have her will,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And say, "Nay, we are seven."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Poor, but Kind Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Young Lucy Payne lives on the Village Green;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary, you know the cottage, I am sure,<br>
+Under the hawthorn! 'Tis so neat and clean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Widow Payne, alas! is blind and
+poor.<br>
+<p>
+She plies her needles, and she plies them well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Lucy never spends an idle hour;<br>
+On market days their mits and socks they sell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thus their balls of worsted turn to
+flour.<br>
+<p>
+I pass'd one morning by their cottage door;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lucy was talking to a little child,<br>
+A ragged thing that lives upon the moor;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's parents leave it to run rude and
+wild.<br>
+<p>
+Hanger had tamed the little wilding thing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's cheeks were hollow, but it's air was
+light;<br>
+Young Lucy did not know I saw her bring<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That porringer she kept so clean and
+bright.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It was her breakfast&mdash;all the darling
+had;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But oh! she gave it with a heart so glad.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Grace Darling Rowing in Storm."
+src="images/page027a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Grace Darling</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Over the wave, the stormy wave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hasten, dear father, with me,<br>
+The crew to save from a wat'ry grave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Deep in the merciless sea.<br>
+Hear ye the shriek, the piercing shriek,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hear ye the cry of despair?<br>
+With courage quick the wreck we'll seek;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Danger united we'll dare.<br>
+<p>
+"Out with the boat, the gallant boat;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not a moment to be lost;<br>
+See! she's afloat, proudly afloat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And high on the waves we're tossed;<br>
+Mother, Adieu, a short adieu;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your prayers will rise to heaven;<br>
+Father to you&mdash;your child and you&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Power to save is given.<br>
+<p>
+"I have no fear, no maiden fear;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My heart is firm to the deed,<br>
+I shed no tear, no coward tear;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've strength in time of need.<br>
+Hear ye the crash, the horrid crash?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their mast over the side is gone;<br>
+Yet on we dash, 'mid lightning flash,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Safe through the pelting storm.<br>
+<p>
+"The wreck we near, the wreck we near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our bonny boat seems to fly,<br>
+List to the cheer, their welcome cheer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They know that succour is nigh."<br>
+And on that night, that dreadful night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The father and daughter brave,<br>
+With strengthened might they both unite,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And many dear lives they save.<br>
+<p>
+Hail to the maid, the fearless maid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid of matchless worth;<br>
+She'll e'er abide the cherished pride<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the land that gave her birth.<br>
+The send her gold, her name high uphold,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Honour and praise to impart;<br>
+But, with true regard, the loved reward<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is the joy of her own brave heart.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Tidy Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Who is it each day in the week may be seen,<br>
+With her hair short and smooth, and her hands and face
+clean;<br>
+In a stout cotton gown, of dark and light blue,<br>
+Though old, so well mended, you'd take it for new;<br>
+Her handkerchief tidily pinned o'er her neck.<br>
+With a neat little cap, and an apron of check;<br>
+Her shoes and her stockings all sound and all clean?<br>
+She's never fine outside and dirty within.<br>
+<p>
+Go visit her cottage, though humble and poor.<br>
+'Tis so neat and so clean you might eat off the floor;<br>
+No rubbish, no cobwebs, no dirt can be found,<br>
+Though you hunt every corner, and search all around.<br>
+Who sweeps it so nicely, who makes all the bread,<br>
+Who tends her sick mother, and works by her bed?<br>
+'Tis the neat, tidy girl&mdash;she needs no other
+name;<br>
+Abroad or at home, she is always the same.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>I Will be Good To-Day</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"I will be good, dear mother,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I heard a sweet child say;<br>
+"I will be good; now watch me&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will be good all day."<br>
+<p>
+Oh, many, many, bitter tears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twould save us, did we say,<br>
+Like that dear child, with earnest heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I will be good to-day."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Own Dear Little Sister</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I have a little sister,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's only three years old;<br>
+I do most dearly love her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's worth her weight in gold.<br>
+We often play together<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I begin to find,<br>
+To make my sister happy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I must be very kind.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="028"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#027">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#029">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 28&mdash;Ruby Cole And Her Clever Frog</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Music score for 'What Our Ruby Did'."
+src="images/page028a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>What Our Ruby Did</b></center><br>
+<p>
+She danced like a Fairy,<br>
+She sung like a Frog,<br>
+She squeaked like a Pig,<br>
+She barked like a dog.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh yes! Oh yes! She did! She Did!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Frog-gy played a tune.<br>
+<p>
+She mooed like a Bullock,<br>
+She baaed like a Ram,<br>
+She leaped like a Goat,<br>
+She skipped like a Lamb&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She brayed like a Donkey,<br>
+She cried like a Hare,<br>
+She neighed like a Horse,<br>
+She growled like a Bear!&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She munched like a Rabbit,<br>
+She gnawed like a Rat,<br>
+She popped like a Mouse,<br>
+She flew like a Bat&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She talked like a Parrot,<br>
+She quacked like a Drake,<br>
+She mewed like a Cat,<br>
+She hissed like a Snake&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She climbed like a Squirrel,<br>
+She flopped like a Seal,<br>
+She ran like a Deer,<br>
+She slid like an Eel&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She crept like a Tortoise,<br>
+She soared like a Lark,<br>
+She drank like a Fish,<br>
+She ate like a Shark&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She roared like a Lion,<br>
+She dived like a Whale,<br>
+She swam like a Goose,<br>
+She crawled like a Snail&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She croaked like a Raven,<br>
+She screeched like an Owl,<br>
+She cawed like a Crow,<br>
+She crowed like a Fowl&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+She grinned like a Monkey,<br>
+She hummed like a Bee,<br>
+She buzzed like a Fly,<br>
+She jumped like a Flea&mdash;Oh yes!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Ruby Cole dancing." src="images/page028b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Our dear little daughter once went to a children's ball dressed as a
+fairy. She was proud of being a fairy, and looked so nice that I put
+together the above nursery doggerel to please her, and in honour of
+the event, little thinking that she would soon leave this world. It
+might be considered better by some to remove this page, but as
+children like it I venture to let it stand with this explanation.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. C.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Clever Frog playing Fiddle." src="images/page028c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Sacred to the Memory of our dear LITTLE RUBY, who departed this life
+March 27th, 1890, aged 8 years. She was intelligent, industrious,
+affectionate and sociable, and is deeply regretted by all who knew
+her.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+There is no flock, however watched and tended<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But one dead lamb is there!<br>
+There is no fireside, howsoever defended<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But has one vacant chair!<br>
+<p>
+There is no death! what seems so is transition<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This life of mortal breath,<br>
+Is but a suburb of life Elysian<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose portal we call death.<br>
+<p>
+She is not dead&mdash;the child of our
+affection&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But gone unto that school<br>
+Where she no longer needs our poor protection<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And GOD himself doth rule.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="029"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#028">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#030">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 29&mdash;Vally Cole And His Clever Dog</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Vally Cole." src="images/page029a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Our Vally had a Clever Dog,<br>
+whose name was EBENEZER.<br>
+Sometimes this dog was very good,<br>
+At other times a TEASER.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Vally and Ebenezer sitting on rail."
+src="images/page029b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+One day they went to take a bath,<br>
+And both sat on a rail;<br>
+Our Vally hung his legs right down,<br>
+The dog hung down his tail.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Ebenezer and Tom snoozing." src="images/page029c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+This funny Dog one Christmas day,<br>
+Directly after dinner,<br>
+Just lean'd his sleepy head against<br>
+Old Tom, our snoozing sinner.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="030"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#029">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#031">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 30&mdash;Boy's Stories</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Tommy Trot, a man of law,<br>
+Sold his bed and lay upon straw;<br>
+Sold the straw and slept on grass,<br>
+To buy his wife a looking-glass.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Jack Jingle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He used to live single;<br>
+But when he got tired of this kind of life,<br>
+He left off being single, and lived with his wife.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll tell you a story<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About Jack Nory,&mdash;<br>
+And now my story's begun:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll tell you another<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About Jack his brother,&mdash;<br>
+And now my story's done.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor old Robinson Crusoe!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor old Robinson Crusoe!<br>
+They made him a coat<br>
+Of an old nanny-goat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I wonder how they could do so!<br>
+With a ring and a ting tang,<br>
+And a ring and a ting tang,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor old Robinson Crusoe!<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+"John, come sell thy fiddle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And buy thy wife a gown."<br>
+"No; I'll not sell my fiddle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For any wife in town."<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+Jacky, come give me thy fiddle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If ever thou mean'st to thrive;<br>
+Nay, I'll not give my fiddle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To any man alive.<br>
+If I should give my fiddle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'll think that I'm gone mad,<br>
+For many a joyful day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My fiddle and I have had.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+Jack was a fisherman<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who went out one day,<br>
+But couldn't catch a single fish,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so he came away.<br>
+And then he came home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This angler so bold,<br>
+And found he'd caught something&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he'd caught a cold.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen of Hearts,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She made some tarts,<br>
+All on a summer day;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Knave of Hearts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He stole those tarts<br>
+And took them clean away.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The King of Hearts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Called for the tarts,<br>
+And beat the knave full sore;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Knave of Hearts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brought back the tarts,<br>
+And vowed he'd steal no more.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+Charley Wag<br>
+Ate the pudding and left the bag.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tom, The Piper's Son</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Tom, Tom, the piper's son,<br>
+Stole a pig and away did run!<br>
+The pig he eat, and Tom they beat,<br>
+And Tom went roaring down the street.<br>
+<p>
+Tom, he was a piper's son:<br>
+He learned to play when he was young:<br>
+But all the tunes that he could play<br>
+Was, "Over the hills and far away;<br>
+Over the hills and a great way off,<br>
+And the wind will blow my topknot off."<br>
+<p>
+Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,<br>
+That he pleased both the girls and the boys,<br>
+And they stopped to hear him play<br>
+"Over the hills and far away."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tom Piping, Pigs Dancing." src="images/page030a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,<br>
+That those who heard him could never keep still:<br>
+Whenever they heard they began for to dance,<br>
+Even the pigs on their hind legs would after him
+prance.<br>
+<p>
+As Dolly was milking her cow one day,<br>
+Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;<br>
+So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"<br>
+Till the pail they broke and the milk ran on the
+ground.<br>
+<p>
+He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,<br>
+He used his pipe and she used her legs;<br>
+She danced about till all the eggs she broke,<br>
+She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.<br>
+<p>
+He saw a cross fellow beating an ass,<br>
+Heavily laden with pots, pans, dishes and glass;<br>
+He took out his pipe and played them a tune,<br>
+And the jackass did kick off his load very soon.<br>
+<p>
+Tom met the parson on his way,<br>
+Took out his pipe, began to play<br>
+A merry tune that led his grace<br>
+Into a very muddy place.<br>
+<p>
+The mayor then said he would not fail<br>
+To send poor Tommy off to gaol.<br>
+Tom took his pipe, began to play,<br>
+And all the court soon danced away.<br>
+<p>
+'Twas quite a treat to see the rout,<br>
+How clerks and judges hopped about;<br>
+While Tommy still kept playing the tune,<br>
+"I'll be free this afternoon."<br>
+<p>
+The Policeman Grab, who held him fast,<br>
+Began to dance about at last;<br>
+Whilst Tom, delighted at the fun,<br>
+Slipped out of court and off did run.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,<br>
+Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef.<br>
+I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;<br>
+Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.<br>
+I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in.<br>
+Taffy came to my house, and stole a silver pin.<br>
+I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed.<br>
+I took up a poker and flung it at his head.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old King Cole<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was a merry old soul,<br>
+And a merry old soul was he;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He called for his pipe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he called for his bowl,<br>
+And he called for his fiddlers three.<br>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;<br></center>
+<p>
+Peter White will ne'er go right;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would you know the reason why?<br>
+He follows his nose where'er he goes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that stands all awry.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="031"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#030">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#032">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 31&mdash;Boy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The House That Jack Built</b></center><br>
+<p>
+This is the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the malt<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the cow with the crumpled horn,<br>
+That tossed the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the maiden all forlorn,<br>
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br>
+That tossed the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the man all tattered and torn,<br>
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br>
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br>
+That tossed the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the priest all shaven and shorn,<br>
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br>
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br>
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br>
+That tossed the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the cock that crowed in the morn,<br>
+That awaked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br>
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br>
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br>
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br>
+That tossed the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+This is the farmer sowing his corn,<br>
+That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,<br>
+That awaked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br>
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br>
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br>
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br>
+That tossed the dog,<br>
+That worried the cat,<br>
+That killed the rat,<br>
+That ate the malt,<br>
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Simple Simon Meets Pieman." src="images/page031a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Simple Simon</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Simple Simon met a pieman<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Going to the fair;<br>
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let me taste your ware."<br>
+<p>
+Says the pieman to Simple Simon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Show me first the penny."<br>
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Indeed I have not any."<br>
+<p>
+Simple Simon went a-fishing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For to catch a whale&mdash;<br>
+All the water he had got<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was in his mother's pail.<br>
+<p>
+Simple Simon went to look<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If plums grew on a thistle;<br>
+He pricked his fingers very much,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which made poor Simon whistle.<br>
+<p>
+He went to catch a dicky bird,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thought he could not fail<br>
+Because he'd got a little salt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To put upon it's tail.<br>
+<p>
+Then Simple Simon went-a-hunting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For to catch a hare.<br>
+He rode on a goat about the street,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But could not find one there.<br>
+<p>
+Simon made a great snowball,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And brought it in to roast;<br>
+He laid it down before the fire,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And soon the ball was lost.<br>
+<p>
+Simple Simon went a-skating<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the ice was thin,<br>
+And Simon was astonished quite<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To find he tumbled in.<br>
+<p>
+And Simon he would honey eat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out of the mustard pot;<br>
+He bit his tongue until he cried:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"That was all the good he got."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Ten Little Niggers</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ten little Niggers going out to dine,<br>
+One choked his little self, and then there were Nine.<br>
+<p>
+Nine little Niggers crying at his fate,<br>
+One cried himself away, and then there were Eight.<br>
+<p>
+Eight little Niggers to travelling were given.<br>
+But one kicked the bucket, and then there were Seven.<br>
+<p>
+Seven little Niggers playing at their tricks,<br>
+One cut himself in halves, and then there were Six.<br>
+<p>
+Six little Niggers playing with a hive,<br>
+A bumble bee killed one, and then there were Five.<br>
+<p>
+Five little Niggers went in for law,<br>
+One got into Chancery, and then there were Four.<br>
+<p>
+Four little Niggers going out to sea,<br>
+A ref herring swallowed one, and then there were
+Three.<br>
+<p>
+Three little Niggers walking in the Zoo,<br>
+A big bear cuddled one, and then there were Two.<br>
+<p>
+Two little Niggers sitting in the sun,<br>
+One got frizzled up, and then there was One.<br>
+<p>
+One little Nigger living all alone,<br>
+He got married, and then there were None.<br>
+<p>
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+<center><b>Jack the Giant Killer</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once upon a time there lived in Cornwall, England, a lad whose name
+was Jack, and who was very brave and knowing. At the same time there
+was a great Giant, twenty feet high and nine feet round, who lived in
+a cave, on an island near Jack's house. The Giant used to wade to the
+mainland and steal things to live upon, carrying five or six bullocks
+at once, and stringing sheep, pigs, and geese around his waist-band;
+and all the people ran away from him in fear, whenever they saw him
+coming.
+<p>
+Jack determined to destroy this Giant; so he got a pickaxe and
+shovel, and started in his boat on a dark evening; by the morning he
+had dug a pit deep and broad, then covering it with sticks and
+strewing a little mould over, to make it look like plain ground, he
+blew his horn so loudly that the Giant awoke, and came roaring
+towards Jack, calling him a villain for disturbing his rest, and
+declaring he would eat him for breakfast. He had scarcely said this
+when he fell into the pit. "Oh! Mr. Giant," says Jack, "where are you
+now? You shall have this for your breakfast." So saying, he struck
+him on the head so terrible blow with his pickaxe that the Giant fell
+dead to the bottom.
+<p>
+Just at this moment, the Giant's brother ran out roaring vengeance
+against Jack; but he jumped into his boat and pulled to the opposite
+shore, with the Giant after him, who caught poor Jack, just as he was
+landing, tied him down in his boat, and went in search of his
+provisions. During his absence, Jack contrived to cut a large hole in
+the bottom of the boat, and placed therein a piece of canvas. After
+having stolen some oxen, the Giant returned and pushed off the boat,
+when, having got fairly out to sea, Jack pulled the canvas from the
+hole, which caused the boat to fill and quickly capsize. The Giant
+roared and bellowed as he struggled in the water, but was very soon
+exhausted and drowned, while Jack dexterously swam ashore.
+<p>
+One day after this, Jack was sitting by a well fast asleep. A Giant
+named Blundebore, coming for water, at once saw and caught hold of
+him, and carried him to his castle. Jack was much frightened at
+seeing the heaps of bodies and bones strewed about. The Giant then
+confined him in an upper room over the entrance, and went for another
+Giant to breakfast off poor Jack. On viewing the room, he saw some
+strong ropes, and making a noose at one end, he put the other through
+a pulley which chanced to be over the window, and when the Giants
+were unfastening the gate he threw the noose over both their heads,
+and pulling it immediately, he contrived to choke them both. Then
+releasing three ladies who were confined in the castle, he departed
+well pleased.
+<p>
+About five or six months after, Jack was journeying through Wales,
+when, losing his way, he could find no place of entertainment, and
+was about giving up all hopes of obtaining shelter during the night
+when he came to a gate, and, on knocking, to his utter astonishment
+it was opened by a Giant, who did not seem so fierce as the others.
+Jack told him his distress, when the Giant invited him in, and, after
+giving him a hearty supper, showed him to bed. Jack had scarcely got
+into bed when he heard the Giant muttering to himself:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Though you lodge with me this night,<br>
+You shall not see the morning light;<br>
+My club shall dash your brains out quite."<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Oh, Mr. Giant, is that your game?" said Jack to himself; "then I
+shall try and be even with you." So he jumped out of bed and put a
+large lump of wood there instead. In the middle of the night the
+Giant went into the room, and thinking it was Jack in the bed, he
+belaboured the wood most unmercifully; he then left the room,
+laughing to think how he had settled poor Jack. The following morning
+Jack went boldly into the Giant's room to thank him for the night's
+lodging. The Giant was startled at his appearance, and asked him how
+he slept, or if anything had disturbed him in the night? "Oh, no,"
+says Jack, "nothing worth speaking about: I believe that a rat gave
+me a few slaps with his tail, but, being rather sleepy, I took no
+notice of it." The Giant wondered how Jack survived the terrific
+blows of his club, yet did not answer a word, but went and brought in
+two monstrous bowls of hasty pudding, placed one before Jack, and
+began eating the other himself. Determined to be revenged on the
+Giant somehow, Jack unbuttoned his leather provision bag inside his
+coat, and slyly filling it with hasty pudding, said, "I'll do what
+you can't." So saying, he took up a large knife, and ripping up the
+bag, let out the hasty pudding. The Giant, determined not to be
+outdone, seized hold of the knife, and saying, "I can do that,"
+instantly ripped up his belly, and fell down dead on the spot.
+<p>
+After this Jack fought and conquered many giants, married the king's
+daughter and lived happily.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Jack Climbing Beanstalk." src="images/page032a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack and the Beanstalk</b></center><br>
+<p>
+At some distance from London, in a small village, lived a widow and
+her son, whose name was Jack. He was a bold, daring fellow, ready
+for any adventure which promised fun or amusement. Jack's mother had
+a cow, of which she was very fond, and which, up to this time, had
+been their chief support. But as she had for some time past been
+growing poorer every year, she felt that now she must part with the
+cow. So she told Jack to take the cow to be sold, and he was to be
+sure to get a good round sum for her. On the road to market Jack met
+a butcher, who was carrying in his hat some things which Jack thought
+to be very pretty. The butcher saw how eagerly Jack eyed his beans,
+and said, "If you want to sell your cow, my fine fellow, I will give
+you this whole hatful of beans in exchange for her."
+<p>
+Jack was delighted; he seized the hat, and ran back home. Jack's
+mother was surprised to see him back so soon, and at once asked him
+for the money. But when Jack said he had sold the cow for a hatful of
+beans, she was so angry that she opened the window and threw them all
+out into the garden. When Jack rose up next morning he found that one
+of the beans had taken root, and had grown up, up, up, until its top
+was quite lost in the clouds. Jack resolved instantly to mount the
+Beanstalk. So up, up, up, he went till he had reached the very top.
+Looking round he saw at a distance a large house. Tired and weary, he
+crawled towards it and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a
+timid looking woman who started when she saw him, and besought him to
+run away as her husband was a cruel Giant who would eat him up if he
+found him there. But Jack begged so earnestly to be admitted that the
+woman, who was very kind-hearted, had pity on him, and so she brought
+him into the kitchen, and set before him on a table some bread, meat,
+and ale. Jack ate and drank, and soon felt quite refreshed. Presently
+the woman started and said, "My husband! quick, quick! he
+comes&mdash;he
+comes!" and opened the door to the oven and bid Jack jump in. The
+Giant was in a dreadful passion when he came in, and almost killed
+his wife by a blow which he aimed at her. He then began to sniff and
+smell&mdash;at last he roared out:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Fee, fa, fi, fo, fum,<br>
+I smell the blood of an Englishman!<br>
+Be he alive, or be he dead,<br>
+I'll grind his bones to make me bread!"<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+His wife gave him an evasive answer, and proceeded to lay before him
+his supper. When the Giant could swallow no more, he called out to
+his wife to bring him his hen, which, after being brought, whenever
+the Giant said "Lay," the hen laid a golden egg. The Giant soon fell
+asleep, and Jack crept out softly and seized the hen, and made off
+without disturbing the Giant. Away ran Jack till he came to the
+Beanstalk; he was much sooner at the bottom of it now than at the top
+in the morning; and running to his mother he told all his adventure.
+<p>
+The hen laid as many golden eggs as Jack liked, and his mother before
+long had another cow and everything which she desired. A second time
+Jack climbed the Beanstalk, when he ran away with the Giant's bag of
+money. A third time Jack climbed the Beanstalk, and again gained
+admission to the Giant's house. He saw the Giant's wife, and asked
+her for a night's lodging. She at first said she could not let him
+into the house, but Jack begged so hard that at last she consented,
+and gave him some supper and put him to sleep in the copper boiler
+near the kitchen fireplace, where she thought the Giant would not
+find him.
+<p>
+When the Giant came in, his good nose served him in a moment: for he
+cried out "I smell fresh meat." Jack laughed at this, but it was no
+laughing matter; for the Giant looked all around the room, and even
+put his finger on the lid of the copper, till it seemed as if a stone
+of a hundredweight had fallen upon the lid.  Just then his wife came
+in with a whole roasted bullock smoking hot, which the Giant sat down
+and ate for his supper, and then went down into the cellar, and drank
+about six gallons of Jamaica rum. The Giant now sat down and went to
+sleep, and Jack tried to run away with his golden harp, an instrument
+which, when the Giant said "play," played the most beautiful tunes.
+Now the harp was a fairy, and as soon as he touched it, it called out
+"Master! Master!" so loud that the Giant awoke, but he was some time
+before he could understand what was the matter. He tried to run after
+Jack, but Jack got to the top of the beanstalk first. When he had
+descended a little way he looked up, and how great was his horror to
+see the huge hand of the Giant stretched down to seize him by the
+hair of the head! He slid and scrambled down the Beanstalk, hardly
+knowing how, and seeing the Giant just putting his feet over the top,
+he called out, "Quick, mother! A hatchet, a hatchet!" Jack seized it
+and chopped away at the beanstalk, when down it fell, bringing along
+with it the Giant. Jack instantly cut off his head. After this Jack
+and his mother lived very happily, and Jack was a great comfort to
+her in her old age.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
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+<center><b>Hop O' My Thumb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once upon a time there was a woodman and his wife who had so many
+children that they did not know how to find food for them. So one
+night, when they were all in bed, the father told his wife that he
+thought they had better take them into the forest and lose them
+there. The youngest child, who was so very small that he was called
+Hop o' my Thumb, overheard his father, and as he was a very clever
+boy he made up his mind to find his way home again. So he went down
+to the brook very early the next morning, and filled his pocket with
+large smooth pebbles as white as snow. Bye-and-bye the woodman and
+his wife told the children that they might go with them into the wood
+to have a good game of play. They were all glad except Hop o' my
+Thumb who knew what his father intended. So they set out; the woodman
+and his wife first, then the boys, and last Hop o' my Thumb, who
+sprinkled pebbles all the way they went.
+<p>
+They spent a merry day; but bye-and-bye the parents stole away, and
+left the children all by themselves. They were very much frightened
+when they missed their father and mother, and called loudly for them;
+but when Hop o' my Thumb told them what he had heard, and how they
+could find their way home by following the track of the pebbles,
+which marked the way they had come, they set out, and reached home
+safely, and their father and mother pretended to be very glad to see
+them back.
+<p>
+But soon after they again resolved to lose their children, if
+possible, in the forest. This time all the boys feared that they
+should be left behind, and the eldest brother said he would take some
+peas to sprinkle, to mark the pathway that led home. By-and-bye the
+cruel parents stole away, and left the little ones in the dark wood.
+At first they did not care, for they thought that they could easily
+find their way home; but, alas! when they looked for the line of peas
+which they had sprinkled, they found they were all gone&mdash;the
+wood-pigeons had eaten them up, and the children were lost in the
+wood. Holding each-others' hands and crying sadly they walked on to
+seek a place to sleep in. By-and-bye they came to a giant's castle,
+where they were taken in, and told that they might sleep in the
+nursery with the seven baby daughters of the giant, who were lying
+all in a row in one bed, with gold crowns on their heads. Hop o' my
+Thumb thought it was strange that the giant should be so kind, as he
+had been told that the ogres eat children. So in the night he got up
+softly and took off the little giantesses' crowns and put them on his
+brothers' heads and his own, and lay down again. It was lucky for him
+that he did so, for in the night the giant came up in the dark to
+kill the boys, that they might be ready for the next day's breakfast.
+He felt the beds, and finding the crowns on the boy's heads took them
+for his own children, left them and went to the other bed and cut off
+the heads of his daughters instead. Then he went back to bed.
+Directly he was gone, Hop o' my Thumb and his brothers got up, stole
+down stairs, opened the door and fled away from the castle. But they
+did not go far. Hop o' my Thumb knew that the giant would come after
+them in his seven-league boots. So they got into a hole in the side
+of a hill and hid. Very soon after, they saw the giant coming at a
+great pace in his wonderful boots; but he took such long steps that
+he passed right over their heads. They were afraid to move out till
+they had seen him go home again. So they remained quietly where they
+were.
+<p>
+By-and-bye the giant, who had been many miles in an hour, came back
+tired, and lay down on the hill-side and fell asleep. Then Hop o' my
+Thumb got out of the hole, and pulled off the giant's seven-league
+boots, and put them on his own feet. They fitted him exactly, for
+being fairy boots they would grow large or small just as one liked.
+He then got his brothers out of the hole, took them in his boots,
+marched for home, and although it was a great distance, got there in
+almost no time, but when he arrived at the house his father and
+mother were not there. He then hastened to make inquiries for them,
+and found they had been suspected of murdering their
+children,&mdash;who
+had all disappeared suddenly&mdash;that they had owned to leaving
+them in
+the wood, and that they were to be put to death for their crime. "We
+must go and save them," he said. So he took his brothers into the
+seven-league boots, and set out to the place where their parents were
+in prison. They arrived only just in time, for the guards were
+bringing out the woodsman and his wife to put them to death. Hop o'
+my Thumb took off the boors, and all the children called out, "We are
+alive! we are alive! Do not kill our mother and father."
+<p>
+Then there was great joy. The woodman and his wife were set free, and
+embraced their children. They had repented their wickedness, and were
+never unkind and cruel any more; and Hop o' my Thumb kept them all in
+comfort by going on errands for the king in his seven-league boots.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tom Thumb Chased By Cat." src="images/page033a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tom Thumb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In the days of good King Arthur there lived a ploughman and his wife
+who wished very much to have a son; so the man went to Merlin, the
+enchanter, and asked him to let him have a child, even, if it were
+"<i>no bigger than his thumb.</i>" "Go home and you will find one,"
+said
+Merlin; and when the man came back to his house he found his wife
+nursing a very, very, wee baby, who in four minutes grew to the size
+of the ploughman's thumb, and never grew any more. The fairy queen
+came to his christening and named him "Tom Thumb." She then dressed
+him nicely in a shirt of spider's web, and a doublet and hose of
+thistledown.
+<p>
+One day, while Tom's mother was making a plum-pudding, Tom stood on
+the edge of the bowl, with a lighted candle in his hand, that she
+might see to make it properly. Unfortunately, however, while her back
+was turned, Tom fell into the bowl, and his mother not missing him,
+stirred him up in the pudding, and put it and him into the pot. Tom
+no sooner felt the hot water than he danced about like man; the woman
+was nearly frightened out of her wits to see the pudding come out of
+the pot and jump about, and she was glad to give it to a tinker who
+was passing that way.
+<p>
+The tinker was delighted with his present; but as he was getting over
+a style, he happened to sneeze very hard, and Tom called out from the
+middle of the pudding, "Hallo, Pickens!" which so terrified the
+tinker that he threw the pudding into the field, and scampered away
+as fast as he could. The pudding tumbled to pieces in the fall, and
+Tom, creeping out, went home to his mother, who was in great
+affliction because she could not find him. A few days afterwards Tom
+went with his mother into the fields to milk the cows, and for fear
+he should be blown away by the wind, she tied him to a thistle with a
+small piece of thread. Very soon after a cow ate up the thistle and
+swallowed Tom Thumb. His mother was in sad grief again; but Tom
+scratched and kicked in the cow's throat till she was glad to throw
+him out of her mouth again.
+<p>
+One day Tom Thumb went ploughing with his father, who gave him a whip
+made of barley straw, to drive the oxen with; but an eagle, flying
+by, caught him up in his beak, and carried him to the top of a great
+giant's castle. The giant would have eaten Tom up; but the fairy
+dwarf scratched and bit his tongue and held on by his teeth till the
+giant in a passion took him out again and threw him into the sea,
+when a very large fish swallowed him up directly. The fish was caught
+soon after and sent as a present to King Arthur, and when the cook
+opened it there was Tom Thumb inside. He was carried to the king, who
+was delighted with the little man.
+<p>
+The king ordered a little chair to be made, in order that Tom might
+sit on his table, and also a palace of gold a span high, with a door
+an inch wide, for little Tom to live in. He also gave him a coach
+drawn by six small mice.
+<p>
+This made the queen angry, because she had no a new coach too;
+therefore, resolving to ruin Tom, she complained to the king that he
+had spoken insolently to her. The king sent for him. Tom, to escape
+his fury, crept into an empty snail shell, and lay there till he was
+almost starved; when peeping out of the shell he saw a fine butterfly
+settled on the ground: he now ventured out, and getting on it, the
+butterfly took wing, and mounted into the air with little Tom on his
+back. Away he flew from field to field, from tree to tree, till at
+last he flew to the king's court. The king, queen, and nobles all
+strove to catch the butterfly but could not. At length poor Tom,
+having neither bridle or saddle, slipped from his seat and fell into
+a pool of water, where he was found nearly drowned. The queen vowed
+he should be beheaded, and while the scaffold was getting ready, he
+was secured in a mouse-trap; when the cat seeing something stir
+supposing it to be a mouse, patted the trap about till she broke it,
+and set Tom at liberty.
+<p>
+Sometimes Tom rode out on a mouse for a horse. One day a big black
+met him along the road, and wanted to kill the mouse. Tom jumped off
+the mouse's back, drew his sword, and fought the cat, and made her
+run away.
+<p>
+In order to show his courage and please the queen, the new knight
+undertook a terrible adventure.
+<p>
+In one corner of the palace garden there was found a great black
+spider, of which the lady was very much afraid.
+<p>
+Tom undertook to kill this insect; so he took a gold button for a
+shield, and his sharp needle-sword, and went out to attack the
+spider; the knights went also, to witness the combat.
+<p>
+Tom drew his sword and fought valiantly, but the spider's poisonous
+breath overcame him.
+<p>
+King Arthur and his whole Court went into mourning for little Tom
+Thumb. They buried him under a rose-bush, and raised a nice white
+marble monument over his grave.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
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+<h3>Page 34&mdash;Naughty Boys</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mr. Brown caning boys stealing sugar."
+src="images/page034a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Mr. Brown, the grocer, having nearly emptied a cask of sugar in front
+of his shop, a number of naughty boys, seeing his back turned,
+commenced to steal some. Mr. Brown, spying them through the window,
+came out, and the reader can see what happened&mdash;A bystander
+informs
+us that muttered howls of agony arose from the cask, and all the
+boys' interest in sugar was at an end.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Boy Who Stole Out Without Leave</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I remember, I remember,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I was a little Boy,<br>
+One fine morning in September<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Uncle brought me home a toy.<br>
+<p>
+I remember how he patted<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both my cheeks in his kindliest mood;<br>
+"Then," said he, "you little Fat-head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a top because you're good."<br>
+<p>
+Grandmamma&mdash;a shrewd observer&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I remember gazed upon<br>
+My new top, and said with fervour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! how kind of Uncle John."<br>
+<p>
+While mamma, my form caressing&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In her eyes the tear-drop stood,<br>
+Read me this fine moral lesson,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"See what comes of being good."<br>
+<p>
+I remember, I remember,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On a wet and windy day,<br>
+One cold morning in December,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I stole out and went to play.<br>
+<p>
+I remember Billy Hawkins<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came, and with his pewter squirt<br>
+Squibbed my pantaloons and stockings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till they were all over dirt.<br>
+<p>
+To my mother for protection<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I ran, quaking every limb;<br>
+She exclaim'd, with fond affection,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Gracious goodness! look at him!"<br>
+<p>
+Pa cried, when he saw my garment,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas a newly purchased dress&mdash;<br>
+"Oh! you nasty little varment,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How came you in such a mess?"<br>
+<p>
+Then he caught me by the collar,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&mdash;Cruel only to be kind&mdash;<br>
+And to my exceeding dolour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gave me&mdash;several slaps behind.<br>
+<p>
+Grandmamma, while I yet smarted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As she saw my evil plight,<br>
+Said&mdash;'twas rather stony-hearted&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Little rascal! serve him right!"<br>
+<p>
+I remember, I remember,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From that sad and solemn day,<br>
+Never more in dark December<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did I venture out to play.<br>
+<p>
+And the moral which they taught, I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Well remember: thus they said&mdash;<br>
+"Little Boys, when they are naughty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Must be whipp'd and sent to bed!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="035"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#034">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#036">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 35&mdash;Boy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dirty Jack</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There was one little Jack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not very long back,<br>
+And 't is said to his lasting disgrace,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That he never was seen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his hands at all clean,<br>
+Nor yet ever clean was his face.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His friends were much hurt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see so much dirt<br>
+And often and well did they scour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But all was in vain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was dirty again<br>
+Before they had done it an hour.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When to wash he was sent,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He reluctantly went<br>
+With water to splash himself o'er,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But he left the black streaks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Running down both his cheeks,<br>
+And made them look worse than before.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The pigs in the dirt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Could not be more expert<br>
+Than he was, in grubbing about;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And people have thought<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This gentleman ought<br>
+To be made with four legs and a snout.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The idle and bad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;May, like to this lad,<br>
+Be dirty and black, to be sure.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But good boys are seen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be decent and clean,<br>
+Although they be ever so poor.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Throwing Stones</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Johnny Jones, why do you do it?<br>
+Those who throw stones<br>
+Surely will rue it;<br>
+Little of pleasure, evil may flow,<br>
+Mischief past measure comes of a blow.<br>
+<p>
+Yes, yes! stone flinging.<br>
+Laugh as you may,<br>
+Woe may be bringing<br>
+Upon you some day.<br>
+<p>
+Someone is watching,<br>
+Armed by the law,<br>
+Truncheon from pocket<br>
+Soon he will draw.<br>
+Off he will march you&mdash;<br>
+Dreadful to think!&mdash;to a dark prison:<br>
+Light through a chink,<br>
+Bread without butter, water for drink.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dirty Dick</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dirty, noisy, mischievous Dick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Struggled and tore, and wanted to fight<br>
+Susan, the nurse, who in the bath<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Began to wash him on Saturday night.<br>
+<p>
+Her hair he tried to pull up by the roots,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The water he splashed all over the floor,<br>
+Which ran downstairs, and one night made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A terrible slop at the parlour door.<br>
+<p>
+To give him advice was a waste of time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So his father resolved to try a stick,<br>
+And never since then has he been called<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dirty, noisy, mischievous Dick.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Boy That Stole the Apples</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A boy looked over a wall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And spied some lovely apples;<br>
+"But," says he "the tree is tall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And belongs to 'Grumpie Chapples!'<br>
+Still, I think some could be got<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By a climbing lad like me:<br>
+I'll try and steal a lot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So here goes up the tree."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Apple Thief Hanging From Wall With Dog Below."
+src="images/page035a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The wall he then got over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And up the tree he went;<br>
+But Chapples, mowing clover,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Espied the wicked gent.<br>
+He let him fill his school-bag&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Get over the wall again;<br>
+Rushed up and played at touch-tag,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which surprised him much, and then:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+<i>Look at the Picture!!!</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mischievous Fingers</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pretty little fingers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wherefore were they made?<br>
+Like ten smart young soldiers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in pink arrayed.<br>
+<p>
+Apt and quick obedient<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To your lightest thought,<br>
+Doing in an instant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything they're taught.<br>
+<p>
+'T was for play or study,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pen to wield or ball;<br>
+Kite, top, needle, pencil,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Prompt at parents' call.<br>
+<p>
+Picking, poking, soiling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Costly things and dear,<br>
+Wrecking, cracking, spoiling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All that they come near.<br>
+<p>
+Thus 't was with Robert Chivers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brandishing a swish,<br>
+Broke a vase to shivers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Filled with silver fish.<br>
+<p>
+"Tick, tick" says the Dutch clock.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Robert fain would know<br>
+How it's pendulum swinging<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Made it's wheels go.<br>
+<p>
+Who not ask? No! foolish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Robert takes a stick,<br>
+Pokes and breaks the clock, which<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ceases soon to tick.<br>
+<p>
+"Puff, puff," sighs the bellows.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Robert wants to find,<br>
+Yet he will not ask, whence<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Comes it's stock of wind.<br>
+<p>
+With a knife upripping,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Finds them void and flat.<br>
+Ah! be sure a whipping<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Robert caught for that.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Boy who Played with Fire</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Listen about a naughty boy<br>
+Who might have been a parent's joy,<br>
+But that he had a strong desire<br>
+To always meddle with fire.<br>
+<p>
+One day when his mamma went out,<br>
+She said "Mind, dear, what you're about:<br>
+With your nice books and playthings stay,<br>
+And with the fire, oh! do not play."<br>
+<p>
+But as soon as his mamma was gone,<br>
+And this bad boy left all alone,<br>
+Thought he, "In spite of all ma says,<br>
+Now we'll have a glorious blaze.<br>
+<p>
+"No one is by, 't is quickly done,<br>
+And oh! 't will be such famous fun."<br>
+Quick then about the hearth he strewed<br>
+Some scraps of paper and of wood.<br>
+<p>
+Then lighted them and drew them out,<br>
+And with them, laughing, ran about.<br>
+But soon he changed his merry note&mdash;<br>
+The flames, alas, had caught his coat,<br>
+And every moment, mounting higher,<br>
+His body soon was all on fire;<br>
+And though he screamed with shriek and shout,<br>
+No one came near to put it out:<br>
+So it happened, sad to say,<br>
+That boy was burned to death that day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="036"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#035">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#037">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 36</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Wicked Willie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Willie was a wicked boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Snubbed his poor old mother;<br>
+Willie was a dreadful boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quarrelled with his brother;<br>
+Willie was a spiteful boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Often pinched his sister,<br>
+Once he gave her such a blow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Raised a great big blister!<br>
+<p>
+Willy was a sulky boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sadly plagued his cousins,<br>
+Often broke folks' window panes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Throwing stones by dozens,<br>
+Often worried little girls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bullied smaller boys,<br>
+Often broke their biggest dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jumped upon their toys.<br>
+<p>
+If he smelled a smoking tart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Willie longed to steal it;<br>
+If he saw a pulpy peach,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Willie tried to peel it;<br>
+Could he reach a new plum-cake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greedy Willie picked it,<br>
+If he spied a pot of jam,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dirty Willie licked it.<br>
+<p>
+If he saw a poor old dog,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wicked Willie whacked it;<br>
+If it had a spot of white,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Silly Willy blacked it,<br>
+If he saw a sleeping cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Horrid Willie kicked it;<br>
+If he caught a pretty moth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cruel Willie pricked it.<br>
+<p>
+If his pony would not trot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Angry Willie thrashed it;<br>
+If he saw a clinging snail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thoughtless Willie smashed it;<br>
+If he found a sparrow's nest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Unkind Willie hit it.<br>
+All the mischief ever done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Folks knew Willie did it.<br>
+<p>
+No one liked that horrid boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Can you wonder at it?<br>
+None who saw his ugly head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ever tried to pat it.<br>
+No one ever took him for a ride&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Folks too gladly skipped him.<br>
+No one ever gave him bats or balls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No one ever "tipped" him.<br>
+<p>
+No one taught him how to skate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or to play at cricket;<br>
+No one helped him if he stuck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a prickly thicket.<br>
+Oh no! for the boys all said<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Willie loved to tease them,<br>
+And that if he had the chance,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Willie would not please them.<br>
+<p>
+And they shunned him every one,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they would not know him,<br>
+And their games and picture-books<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They would never show him,<br>
+And their tops they would not spin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If they saw him near them,<br>
+And they treated him with scorn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till he learned to fear them.<br>
+<p>
+They all left him to himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he was so lonely,<br>
+But of course it was his fault,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Willie's own fault only.<br>
+If a boy's a wicked boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shy of him folks fight then,<br>
+If it makes him dull and sad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why, it serves him right then!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Naughty Boy Covered In Mud." src="images/page036a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+This is the Naughty Boy<br>
+who would go making Mud<br>
+Pies, and get his nice new<br>
+clothes all over mud.<br>
+<p>
+He said he would be Good,<br>
+but he got into the mud,<br>
+and was a Naughty, Bad,<br>
+Bad Boy!!!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Wicked, Rude, Bad, Naughty, Cross, Nasty, Bold,
+Dirty-faced Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Boys, stop your noise! Girls, stop your jumping and
+skipping!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While I tell you about a bad boy, who often deserves
+a whipping.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If this boy to you were named, to speak to him you'd
+feel ashamed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So to-day I'll only say&mdash;He's a wicked, rude,
+bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I won't tell you his age, nor the colour of his hair,
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor say anything about the clothes he sometimes does
+wear;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You never see them neat and clean, and seldom without
+a tear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because&mdash;He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty,
+cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If he's sent on a message, such a long time he stops,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To pelt stones at Chinamen, and stare in the shops;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Running behind drays, and wastes time so many ways,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That when he gets home his mother says&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh you wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If his mother gives him lolly, cake, piece of beef or
+mutton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a corner he'll eat it by himself, he's such a nasty,
+greedy glutton.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he'll smug from his playmates a marble, top or
+button,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That scarcely any one can with him have any fun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because&mdash;He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty,
+cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's been going to school for years, I can't tell you
+how long,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you ask him to spell three words, two are sure to
+be wrong;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you saw the dirty books and broken slate which to
+him belong,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'd easily guess from such a mess that&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You can't believe a word he says, he tells so many
+lies.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's such a coward, he'll only hit a girl or boy
+much less than his size,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But if he gets a blow himself, he howls, bawls,
+yelps, and cries,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That anyone who sees him never tries to please him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because&mdash;He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross,
+nasty, bold, dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He won't play any game without being always cheating,
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I often wonder how he so many times escapes a beating,
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he never says grace before or after eating.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's scarcely better in the least than a brute beast,
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because&mdash;He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty,
+cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What school he goes to at present I won't tell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I mean to watch him, and if he don't mind and
+behave well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll go to every school and ring a little bell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll make a great noise, and show all the girls and
+boys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="037"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#036">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#038">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 37</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="This is the Man who picked the Bad Boy out of the Mud."
+src="images/page037a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Chinkey Chow-Chow<br></b>
+(The Boy That Ran Away)<br></center>
+<p>
+There was a little Chinese Boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That ran away from home&mdash;<br>
+"Ha! ha!" he said, "I'll see the world<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And through the streets I'll roam.<br>
+<p>
+"I won't go any more to school,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or go so soon to bed,<br>
+Nor yet be scolded if I choose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To stand upon my head."<br>
+<p>
+So little Chinkey ran away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His tail flew in the wind;<br>
+He thought not of his good mamma<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who was so very kind:<br>
+<p>
+He knew she could not follow him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Along the crowded street,<br>
+Because mammas in China have<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such very tiny feet.<br>
+<p>
+Now, as he went along he saw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such strange and lovely sights,<br>
+Such pretty painted houses&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such tops! and oh! such kites!<br>
+<p>
+He saw so many gilded toys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;and ivory things so white,<br>
+That he forgot about the time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Until he found it night.<br>
+<p>
+Ah! then he saw such fireworks!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They glistened in his eyes;<br>
+The crackers and the lanterns too<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quite took him by surprise.<br>
+<p>
+He listened to the music of<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The fiddle and the gong,<br>
+And felt that it was jolly, though<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He knew that it was wrong.<br>
+<p>
+But after that he began to think<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Things were not so bright;<br>
+The men were going, and there came<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The watchman of the night;<br>
+<p>
+And sleep was stealing over him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He scarce could lift his head,<br>
+So he lay on the cold, cold stones,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which served him for a bed.<br>
+<p>
+Little Chinkey Chow-Chow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Woke up with early light,<br>
+And wandered far away from where<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He passed the dreary night;<br>
+<p>
+He was so very worn and cold,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sadly wanted food,<br>
+So he sat upon a well<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In not a pleasant mood.<br>
+<p>
+He saw the well was very deep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The water too was clear,<br>
+And soon he saw a golden fish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That looked so very near.<br>
+<p>
+He stretched his hand to catch the fish;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But oh! how sad to tell,<br>
+He tumbled over and he sank<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the bottom of the well.<br>
+<p>
+Some other boys were playing there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And saw him disappear,<br>
+And ran along the road to see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If anyone was near.<br>
+<p>
+A Great BIG Market Gardener,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was soon upon the ground,<br>
+And caught our little Chinkey up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who soon would have been drowned.<br>
+<p>
+The boys began to jeer at him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he was very wet;<br>
+They pulled his dripping tail, and called<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Him names that I forget.<br>
+<p>
+One took his wooden shoes away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Another took his hat,<br>
+And someone said, "It serves him right,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now only think of that!<br>
+<p>
+When little Chinkey ran away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His tail flew in the wind;<br>
+But when our Chinkey turned again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His tail hung down behind.<br>
+<p>
+He wandered past the painted shops,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where they put up the tea,<br>
+And I am sure the boys at school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were happier than he.<br>
+<p>
+Poor Chinkey Chow was very tired,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And very sore his feet,<br>
+When his mother saw him from<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The corner of a street.<br>
+<p>
+She said he was a wicked boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And ought to have a smack!<br>
+And yet I think she loved him more<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she'd got him back.<br>
+<p>
+Now when I see a Chinaman,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that is every day,<br>
+I wonder if he is, grown up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The boy that ran away.<br>
+<p>
+But what I still think most about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I this story tell,<br>
+Is the GREAT BIG Market Gardener<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That raised him from the well<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;<i> From Calvert's Australian Toy Books </i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="038"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#037">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#039">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 38&mdash;Boy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>That Nice Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Nice child&mdash;very nice child," observed an old gentleman,
+crossing
+to the other side of the car and addressing the mother of the boy who
+had just hit him in the eye with a wad of paper. "How old are you, my
+son?"
+<p>
+"None of your business," replied the youngster, taking aim at another
+passenger.
+<p>
+"Fine boy," smiled the old man, as the parent regarded her offspring
+with pride. "A remarkably fine boy. What is your name, my son?"
+<p>
+"Puddin' Tame!" shouted the youngster, with a giggle at his own wit.
+<p>
+"I thought so," continued the old man, pleasantly. "If you had given
+me three guesses at it, that would have been the first one I would
+have struck on. Now, Puddin', you can blow those things pretty
+straight, can't you?"
+<p>
+"You bet!" squealed the boy, delighted at the compliment. "See me
+take that old fellow over there!"
+<p>
+"No, no!" exclaimed the old gentleman, hastily. "Try it on the old
+woman I was sitting with. She has boys of her own, and she won't
+mind."
+<p>
+"Can't you hit the lady for the gentleman, Johnny?" asked the fond
+parent.
+<p>
+Johnny cleverly landed the pellet on the end of the old woman's nose.
+<p>
+But she did mind it, and rising in her wrath soared down on the small
+boy like a hawk. She put him over the line, reversed him, ran him
+backwards, till he didn't know which end of him was front, and
+finally dropped him into the lap of the scared mother, with a
+benediction whereof the purport was that she'd be back in a moment to
+skin him alive.
+<p>
+"She didn't seem to like it, Puddin'," smiled the old gentleman,
+softly. "She's a perfect stranger to me; but I understand she is the
+matron of an Orphans' Home, and I thought she would like a little
+fun; but I was mistaken."
+<p>
+And the old man smiled sweetly as he went back to his seat. He was
+sorry for the poor little boy, but he couldn't help it.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Wicked Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Of all the small boys in our town<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Jones boy was the worst,<br>
+And if the "bad man" came around<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'd take that Jones boy first.<br>
+<p>
+One day he slipped away from home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And went out for a skate<br>
+Down on a deep and dangerous pond<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond the garden gate.<br>
+<p>
+His mother missed him after a while,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thought he'd gone to skate;<br>
+And running to the fatal pond,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She found she was too late.<br>
+<p>
+For there, upon the cruel ice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond an air-hole wide,<br>
+She saw his pretty little hat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a mitten by it's side.<br>
+<p>
+He was her boy, and all the love<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That fills a mother's heart<br>
+Came forth in tears and sobs and moans<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond the strength of art.<br>
+<p>
+She called the neighbours quick to come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They scraped along the ground;<br>
+Beneath the water and the ice&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The boy could no be found.<br>
+<p>
+At last their search was given up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Until a thaw should come;<br>
+The mother's sobs began afresh,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her sorrow was not dumb.<br>
+<p>
+They turned to leave the fatal pool,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A voice came clear and free&mdash;<br>
+"Hallo! If you want Frankie Jones,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll find him up this tree."<br>
+<p>
+And so it was&mdash;the mother's tears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were changed to smiles of joy;<br>
+But gracious heaven, how she spanked<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her darling, fair-haired boy!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+L'Envoi<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cooley's Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The boy not only preys on my melon-patch and fruit trees, and upon
+those of my neighbours, but he has an extraordinary aptitude for
+creating a disturbance in whatever spot he happens to be. Only last
+Sunday he caused such a terrible commotion in church that the
+services had to be suspended for several minutes until he could be
+removed. The interior of the edifice was painted and varnished
+recently, and I suppose one of the workers must have left a clot of
+varnish upon the back of Cooley's pew, which is directly across the
+aisle from mine. Cooley's boy was the only representative of the
+family at church upon that day, and he amused himself during the
+earlier portions of the service by kneeling upon the seat and
+communing with Dr. Jones' boy, who occupied the pew immediately in
+the rear. Sometimes, when young Cooley would resume a proper
+position, Jones's boy would stir him up afresh by slyly pulling his
+hair, whereupon Cooley would wheel about and menace Jones with his
+fist in a manner which betrayed utter indifference to the proprieties
+of the place and the occasion, as well as the presence of the
+congregation. When Cooley finally sank into a condition of repose, he
+placed his head, most unfortunately, directly against the lump of
+undried varnish, while he amused himself by reading the commandments
+and the other scriptural texts upon the wall behind the pulpit.
+<p>
+In a few moments he attempted to move, but the varnish had mingled
+with his hair, and it held him securely. After making one or two
+desperate but ineffectual efforts to release himself, he became very
+angry; and supposing that Jones's boy was holding him, he shouted:
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Leg go o' my hair! Leg go o' my hair, I tell you!"
+<p>
+The clergyman paused just as he was entering upon consideration of
+"secondly," and the congregation looked around in amazement, in time
+to perceive young Cooley, with his head against the back of the pew,
+aiming dreadful blows over his shoulder with his fist at some unseen
+person behind him. And with every thrust he exclaimed:
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll smash yer nose after church! I'll go for you, Bill
+Jones, when I ketch you alone! Leg go o' my hair, I tell you, or
+I'll knock the stuffin' out o' yer," etc, etc.
+<p>
+Meanwhile, Jones's boy sat up at the very end of his pew, far away
+from Cooley, and looked as solemn as if the sermon had made a deep
+impression upon him.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Max Adeler<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Three White Boys Dressed in Sunday Best."
+src="images/page038a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Three Black Boys Dressed in Sunday Best."
+src="images/page038b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="039"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#038">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#040">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 39&mdash;Boy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack The Glutton</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Do look at those pigs, as they lay in the straw,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Richard said to his papa;<br>
+"They keep eating longer than ever I saw,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What nasty fat gluttons they are!"<br>
+<p>
+"I see they are feasting" his father replied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"They eat a great deal I allow;<br>
+But let us remember, before we deride,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.<br>
+<p>
+"But when a great boy, such as you, my dear Dick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Does nothing but eat all day<br>
+And keeps sucking things till he makes himself sick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What a glutton! indeed, we may say.<br>
+<p>
+"When plumcake and sugar forever he picks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;<br>
+Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he may laugh at the pigs."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tom the Dainty Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Never be dainty and throw food away;<br>
+'Tis sinful, as you must have heard many say;<br>
+Besides, you yourself may require food some day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though well fed.<br>
+<p>
+So don't smell your plate and turn over your food,<br>
+And doubt if it's wholesome, or pleasant, or good;<br>
+Such conduct is not only senseless,&mdash;but rude<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And ill-bred.<br>
+<p>
+There was a young boy, who so dainty became,<br>
+That whether his dinner was fish, flesh or game,<br>
+He turned up his nose at them all, just the same,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And would cry,<br>
+<p>
+"I cannot eat this,"&mdash;and, "I do not like
+that;"&mdash;<br>
+"This chicken's too lean,"&mdash;and "That mutton's too
+fat;<br>
+The dog he may eat it up all, or the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But not I.<br>
+<p>
+The consequence was that he soon became thin;<br>
+His bones they stuck out, and his cheeks they sunk in,<br>
+And his hands were not stronger nor thicker than tin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If so strong.<br>
+<p>
+And his legs grew as slender as little hat-pegs,<br>
+And almost as small was his waist as his legs;<br>
+And he looked like the laths that are fastened round
+kegs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thin and long.<br>
+<p>
+And thinner, and thinner, and thinner he grew,<br>
+A shadow had been rather fat, of the two;<br>
+In fact, you might easily look him right through,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If you tried.<br>
+<p>
+And when he was quite the skeleton grown,<br>
+As weak as a reed, and as cold as a stone<br>
+He fell all to pieces, and with a faint groan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he died.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Boy that robbed the Bird's nest</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"To-whit! To-whit! To-whee!<br>
+Will you listen to me?<br>
+Who stole four eggs I laid,<br>
+And the nice nest I made?"<br>
+<p>
+"Not I," said the cow. "Oh, no;<br>
+Such a thing I'd never do;<br>
+I gave you a wisp of hay,<br>
+But didn't take your nest away."<br>
+<p>
+"Coo, coo! said the dove,<br>
+I'll speak a word my love;<br>
+Who stole that pretty nest<br>
+From a little red-breast?"<br>
+<p>
+"Not I," said the sheep. "Oh, no.<br>
+I wouldn't treat a poor bird so;<br>
+I gave wool the nest to line,<br>
+But the nest was none of mine."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boy Carried Away By Crows." src="images/page039a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Caw! Caw!" cried the crow,<br>
+"I should like to know<br>
+What thief took away<br>
+A bird's nest to-day."<br>
+<p>
+"Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen,<br>
+Don't ask me again!<br>
+Why I hav'nt a chick<br>
+Would do such a trick.<br>
+<p>
+We all gave her a feather,<br>
+And she wove them together;<br>
+I'd scorn to intrude<br>
+On her and her brood."<br>
+<p>
+"Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr!<br>
+We will make a great stir;<br>
+Let us find out his name,<br>
+And all cry for shame!"<br>
+<p>
+"I would not rob a bird,"<br>
+Said little Mary Green;<br>
+"I think I never heard<br>
+Of anything so mean."<br>
+<p>
+"'Tis very cruel too,"<br>
+Said little Alice Neil:<br>
+"I wonder if he knew<br>
+How sad the bird would feel?"<br>
+<p>
+A little boy hung down his head,<br>
+And hid his face, so crimson red;<br>
+For he stole that pretty nest<br>
+From little robin redbreast;<br>
+And he felt so full of shame,<br>
+I do not like to tell his name.<br>
+<p>
+But during next week<br>
+Dressed in his Sunday best<br>
+This boy set out to seek<br>
+All for another nest.<br>
+<p>
+He robbed a nest up high,<br>
+Suspended in a tree;<br>
+Two birds came through the sky,<br>
+What happened you can see.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cruel Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+What! go to see the kittens drowned<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On purpose in the yard!<br>
+I did not think there could be found<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little heart so hard.<br>
+<p>
+Poor kittens! No more pretty play<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With pussy's wagging tail:<br>
+Why! I'd go far enough away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before I'd see the pail.<br>
+<p>
+Poor things! the little child that can<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be pleased to go and see,<br>
+Most likely, when he grows a man,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A cruel man will be.<br>
+<p>
+And many a wicked thing he'll do<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because his heart is hard:<br>
+A great deal worse than killing you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor kittens in the yard.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tyrannical Pat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+What became of tyrannical Pat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who pelted the dog, and beat the cat,<br>
+Why, puss scratched his face and tore his hat;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Dash knocked him over as flat as a
+mat.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mind that!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The little boy who bit his Nails</b></center><br>
+<p>
+See here a naughty boy, John Thales,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who had a shocking way<br>
+Of picking at his finger nails,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And biting them all day.<br>
+And though he had, like other boys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both soldiers, kites and drums,<br>
+He liked, much better than these toys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His fingers and his thumbs.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Boy who tore his Hat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Above on a chair, a little boy sat,<br>
+For he had torn his nice new hat;<br>
+And so was punished for doing that.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Thief Charley</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Charley, Charley, stole the barley<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out of the baker's shop;<br>
+The baker came out, and gave him a clout,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And made that Charley hop.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="040"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#039">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#041">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 40&mdash;Whipping Machine</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Snooks' Patent Whipping Machine."
+src="images/page040a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Snook's Patent Whipping Machine for Flogging Naughty Boys
+in School<br></b>
+"The Snooks' Whipping Machine has proved a total
+failure."&mdash;"Times."
+<br></center>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Declaration of a Distracted Schoolmaster.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A year a go I took charge of a school of 1000 boys. They were a very
+bad lot indeed, and I could do nothing with them. Being of a mild
+disposition, I attempted to reason with them; but I might as well
+have reasoned with the pigs. I then thought of punishing them, but
+that was a big task, and, besides, what mode of punishment should I
+adopt? In my utmost perplexity I wrote to Professor Wilderspin&mdash;a
+great authority on the management of boys&mdash;and he wrote as
+follows:
+<p>
+"Nearly all boys can be managed by an intelligent
+schoolmaster<br>
+without punishment, but in a few cases it seems
+impossible to do<br>
+without it. In every large school in England, Ireland,
+and Scotland<br>
+some corporal punishment is used, and some must continue
+to be used<br>
+as long as very vicious children continue to exist, or as
+long as<br>
+parents spoil their children by over indulgence or by
+wilful<br>
+criminal neglect before they send them to
+school.&mdash;Yours truly,<br>
+Professor Wilderspin."<br>
+<p>
+I then wrote to twenty-seven of the principal headmasters in the
+world, and the following are the replies:&mdash;
+<p>
+From the High School of Eton wrote head-master, Mr.
+Squeers:<br>
+"If they don't behave as they should do, why, soundly box
+their
+ears."<br>
+From the Grammar School of Harrow wrote head-master, Mr.
+Phfool:<br>
+"If they do not behave themselves, expel them from the
+school."<br>
+From the Training School of Rugby wrote head-master, Mr
+Wist:<br>
+"Just take a handful of their hair, and give a sharp,
+short twist."<br>
+From the College School of Oxford wrote Professor Rarey
+Hook:<br>
+"Instead of nearly killing, overawe them with a look."<br>
+From the Bible School of Cambridge wrote Professor
+William Brying:<br>
+"Well whip them with a birchen rod, and never mind their
+crying."<br>
+From the Blue Coat School of London wrote Professor
+Rupert Gower:<br>
+"At arm's length make them hold a book the space of
+half-an-hour."<br>
+From the Naval School of Liverpool wrote head-master Mr.
+Jointer:<br>
+"Just rap them on the knuckles with a common teacher's
+pointer."<br>
+From the People's School of Manchester wrote head-master
+Mr.
+Flowers:<br>
+"Make them kneel down as still as death for just about
+two hours."<br>
+From the Infant School of Birmingham wrote Professor Dory
+Heller:<br>
+"Just put on them a fool's cap, marked 'dunce,' 'thief,'
+or
+'story-teller'."<br>
+From the Charity school of Sheffield wrote head-master,
+Mr. Clay:<br>
+"If the boys are disobedient, do not let them out to
+play."<br>
+From the Gentleman's School at Brighton wrote Professor
+Robert
+Flask:<br>
+"If the boys will act unruly, why, just make them do a
+task."<br>
+From the National School of Bristol wrote Professor Mark
+Groom:<br>
+"If the boys are extra naughty, shut them in a dark
+room."<br>
+From the District School of Edenburgh wrote head-master,
+Mr. Glass:<br>
+"The naughty boys should all be sent to the bottom of the
+class."<br>
+From the Mixed School of Glasgow wrote Professor Duncan
+Law:<br>
+"To keep a proper kind of school, just use the
+three-tailed taw."<br>
+From the Latin School of Dublin wrote Professor Patrick
+Clayrence:<br>
+"If the boys are very bad boys, write a letter to their
+parents."<br>
+From the Mission School, Calcutta, wrote the Rev. Mr. Mac
+Look:<br>
+"Try them by a boy jury, write the verdict in a
+black-book."<br>
+From the Lyceum of New York wrote Professor Henry
+Bothing:<br>
+"Take your delinquent boys one hour and make them sit on
+nothing."<br>
+From the Public School, Chicago, wrote head-master, Mr.
+Norrids:<br>
+"If they will not behave themselves, why, just you slap
+their
+foreheads."<br>
+From, the Academy of San Francisco wrote head-master, Mr.
+Power:<br>
+"Make them stoop and hold their fingers on the floor for
+just an
+hour."<br>
+From the Mormon School of Utah wrote Professor Orson
+Pratt:<br>
+"First strip and make them fast, and then just use the
+little cat."<br>
+From the King's College, Lisbon, wrote Professor Don
+Cassiers:<br>
+"If you want to make them good boys, pull, pinch, and
+twist their
+ears."<br>
+From the Cadet's School of Paris wrote Professor Monsieur
+Sour:<br>
+"Just make them hold their hands above their heads for
+one full
+hour."<br>
+From the Royal School of Amsterdam wrote Professor Vander
+Tooler:<br>
+"If they will not behave themselves, just trounce them
+with a
+ruler."<br>
+From the Model School of Pekin wrote Professor Cha Han
+Coo:<br>
+"Just put their hands into the stocks and beat with a
+bamboo."<br>
+From the Normal School of Moscow wrote Professor Ivan
+Troute:<br>
+"To make your boys the best of boys, why, just use the
+knout."<br>
+From the Muslim School of Cairo wrote the Mufti, Pasha
+Saido:<br>
+"Upon the bare soles of their feet give them the
+bastinado."<br>
+From the Common School of Berlin wrote Professor Von de
+Rind:<br>
+"There's nothing like the old, old way that ever could I
+find;<br>
+Just lay them right across your knee and cane them well
+behind.<br>
+I've only just been speaking mit mine goot frien', Doctor
+Whistim,<br>
+And he says that it does no harm, but is felt throughout
+the
+system."<br>
+At last, as I was thinking deep how puzzling all this
+looks,<br>
+I received a tempting offer from a certain Mr. Snooks.<br>
+His "great machine to whip with speed" I brought with
+flusteration,<br>
+But to see just how it did succeed you view the
+illustration.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>And then look at "Professor Cole's Gentle Persuader." next
+page.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="041"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#040">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#042">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 41&mdash;Whipping Machine</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cole's Patent Whipping Machine."
+src="images/page041a.png">
+<p>
+<b>Cole's Patent Whipping Machine for Flogging Naughty Boys in
+School</b>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Testimonial from a Schoolmaster</b><br>
+<i>(To Mr. Cole, Book Arcade, Melbourne)</i><br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;SIR&mdash;Your Patent Flogger is a "keen"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Success as a labor-saving machine;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twill yet be held in great esteem,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Already 'tis the Poet's theme;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's the greatest patent that's ever been<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In or out of a schoolroom seen;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And as you have got it to go by steam,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;School-life will now be all serene.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+I have not had a bad boy remaining now, but before I used your
+machine they used to be a frightful lot of young scamps. For
+instance, in my school of 1000, the first day the machine was
+introduced, 741 were punished for various misdeeds, and 103 for
+single offences, were flogged as follows:&mdash;
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+&nbsp;&nbsp;John Hawking, for talking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;William Winning, for grinning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;George Highing, for crying<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Edward Daring, for swearing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Henry Wheeling, for stealing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Peter Bitting, for spitting<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Robert Hocking, for smoking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Frederick Mention, for inattention<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Joseph Footing, for pea-shooting<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Luke Jones, for throwing stones<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Matthew Sauter, for squirting water<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nicholas Storms, for upsetting forms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Reuben Wrens, for spoiling pens<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Samuel Jinks, for spilling ink<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Simon McLeod, for laughing aloud<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Timothy Stacies, for making faces<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Victor Bloomers, for taking lunars<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Vincent James, for calling names<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Caleb Hales, for telling tales<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel Padley, for writing badly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;David Jessons, for cribbing lessons<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Edmond Gate, for coming late<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ezra Lopen, for leaving the door open<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Edwin Druent, for playing the truant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Charles Case, for leaving his place<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ernest Jewell, for eating during school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Coo Ah Hi, for using a shanghai<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Francis Berindo, for breaking a window<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Harold Tate, for breaking his slate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Isaac Joys, for making noise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jacob Crook, for tearing his book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Christopher Moyes, for teasing other boys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Elisha Sewell, for bolting from school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Conrad Draper, for throwing chewed paper<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ebenezer Good, for telling a falsehood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Felix Snooks, for coming without books<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cyril Froude, for speaking too loud<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Elijah Rowe, for speaking too low<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gregory Meek, for refusing to speak<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hannibal Hartz, for throwing paper darts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Horace Poole, for whistling in school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hubert Shore, for slamming the door<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jesse Blane, for hiding the cane<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jonah Platts, for hiding boys' hats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Aaron Esk, for cutting the desk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Abner Rule, for sleeping in school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Adam Street, for changing his seat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Albert Mayne, for splitting the teacher's
+cane<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alexander Tressons, for reading during other
+lessons<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alfred Hoole, for eating lollies in school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ambrose Hooke, for blotting his copy-book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Amos Blair, for not combing his hair<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Andrew Grace, for not washing his face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Anthony Sands, for not washing his hands<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Arnold Cootz, for coming in with dirty
+boots<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Benjamin Guess, for coming with untidy
+dress<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Clarence Hyneman, for annoying a stray
+Chinaman<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Michael McToole, for bringing stones to
+school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cuthbert Flindow, for climbing through the
+window<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Edgar Gasking, for going without asking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eric Grout, for kicking boys' hats about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Enoch McKay, for pinching the next boy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabriel Cook, for tearing a boy's book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hyram Pope, for pulling the bell rope<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Humphrey Proof, for getting on the roof<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jonah Earls, for chasing school-girls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jonathan Spence, for climbing over the
+fence<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Phillip Cannister, for sliding down the
+bannister<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lambert Hesk, for sliding on a desk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lawrence Storm, for standing on a form<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lazarus Beet, for stamping with his feet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Leopold Bate, for swinging on the gate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lewis Lesks, for kicking legs of desks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark Vine, for overstepping the toe-line<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nathan Corder, for not marching in order<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Norman Hall, for scribbling on the wall<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;James Mace, for hitting a boy in the face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thomas Sayers, for pushing boys down the
+stairs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oswald Hook, for losing a school-book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ralph Chesson, for not knowing his lesson<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sampson Skinner, for eating another boy's
+dinner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Solomon Brook, for scribbling in his book<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephen Platt, for chasing the master's
+cat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Neal M'Kimney, dropping a brick down the
+chimney<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Theodore Le Soof, for throwing stones on the
+roof<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Valentine Rapp, for turning on the
+water-tap<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Walter Hope, for climbing up the bell-rope<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Joshua Gail, for catching flies on the
+wall<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Raymond Esk, for sticking pins in the desk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Julian State, for drawing pictures on his
+slate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gerald Astor, for being impudent to the
+master<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Augustus Roff, for not taking his hat off<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rupert Keats, for fixing pens in boys'
+seats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Maurice Took, for having a dirty copybook<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Esau Klaster, for drawing caricatures of the
+master<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Paul Bhool, for letting a bird loose in
+school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jabez Breeding, for not knowing the place at
+reading<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Levi Stout, for stopping too long when let
+out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Guy M'Gill, sharpening a knife on the
+window-sill<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Duncan Heather, pinning two boys' coat-tails
+together<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ezekiel Black, pinning paper on another boy's
+back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Patrick O'Toole, for bursting a paper-bag in
+school<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eli Teet, for putting cobbler's wax on
+master's seat<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="042"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#041">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#043">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 42&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl Showing Dolly to Polly." src="images/page042a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Lady Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My Lady-doll is pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Lady-doll is sweet;<br>
+I like to show my Lady-doll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To every one I meet<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Sweet Dolly Rose</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O sweet, so sweet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is my Dolly Rose!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just all that I know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My Dolly knows;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when I am glad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The darling is glad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when I am sad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The darling is sad.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How dear she is,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O, nobody knows,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No, no, not even<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My precious Rose<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Polly's Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Shining eyes, very blue,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Opened very wide;<br>
+Yellow curls, very stiff,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanging side by side;<br>
+Chubby cheeks, very pink,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lips red as holly;<br>
+No ears, and only thumbs&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That's Polly's Dolly.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pretty Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh dear! what a beautiful doll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My sister has bought at the fair<br>
+She says I must call it Miss Poll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And make it a bonnet to wear.<br>
+<p>
+Oh pretty new doll, it looks fine!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's cheeks are all covered with red.<br>
+But pray will it always be mine?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And please may I take it to bed?<br>
+<p>
+How kind was my sister to buy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This dolly with hair that will curl;<br>
+Perhaps, if you want to know why,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's because I've been a good girl.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+POEMS FOR CHILDREN<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puss with Doll." src="images/page042b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss's Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Now Puss had a doll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Dame Trot bought to please her,<br>
+And gave it the beautiful<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Name of Louisa<br>
+And when Kitty was lonesome<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or wanted to play,<br>
+She'd cry for Loo! Loo!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a comical way.<br>
+<p>
+The dolly was petted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was kissed and caressed,<br>
+Though often quite roughly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It must be confessed<br>
+And so pleased was Miss Puss<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With Louisa's fair charms,<br>
+She took her cat's meat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With the doll in her arms<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Pussy and Doggy Fighting for Dolly."
+src="images/page042c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pussy and Doggy Fighting for Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+And once, I remember,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, sad was the day,<br>
+The cat answered back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In an impudent way.<br>
+And tray was so jealous,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The two had a fight,<br>
+And between them the doll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was a terrible fright<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="043"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#042">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#044">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 43&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dolly Tumbled out of Bed." src="images/page043a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly Tumbled out of Bed</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Tis very well to smile&mdash;now,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But you gave me such a fright,<br>
+When I missed you, darling Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the middle of the night.<br>
+<p>
+I thought we played together,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And you fell into a stream;<br>
+Yet I said&mdash;just half awaking&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"'Tis nothing but a dream.<br>
+<p>
+"For safe upon my pillow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lies her curly golden hair,"<br>
+Then I reached my hand to touch you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I couldn't find you there.<br>
+<p>
+I felt so sad and lonely<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I cried, but all in vain;<br>
+So to see if I could find you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I went off to sleep again.<br>
+<p>
+Now, fancy! in the morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There you were, all safe and right;<br>
+And nurse said, "Here's poor Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Been upon the floor all night!"<br>
+<p>
+Your pretty curls are tangled,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They were so nice and smooth before;<br>
+So promise, Dolly darling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You will tumble out no more!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly and I</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I love my dear dolly;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll tell you her name,<br>
+I called her "Sweet Polly"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The day that she came.<br>
+<p>
+My Uncle John brought her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From over the sea;<br>
+And no one shall part us,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dolly and me.<br>
+<p>
+She has cheeks like red roses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And eyes blue and bright,<br>
+That open with daylight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And close with the night.<br>
+<p>
+She cries, and says, "Mam-ma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mam-mam-ma," so well,<br>
+That it is not a baby<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You scarcely can tell.<br>
+<p>
+You know, I'm her own ma;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A small one, you'll say,<br>
+But just right for dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who wants nought but play.<br>
+<p>
+No teaching, no training,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Few clothes and no food;<br>
+And I like being her ma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she's so good.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly's Broken Arm</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mamma, do send for Doctor Man,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tell him to be quick,<br>
+My dolly fell and broke her arm,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So she is very sick.<br>
+<p>
+I thought that she was fast asleep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And laid her on her bed,<br>
+But down she dropped upon the floor;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O dear! she's almost dead!<br>
+<p>
+Poor dolly! she was just as brave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And did not cry at all;<br>
+Do you suppose she ever can<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Get over such a fall?<br>
+<p>
+But when the doctor mends her arm,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wraps it up so tight,<br>
+Then I will be her little nurse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And watch her all the night.<br>
+<p>
+And if she only will get well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And does not lose her arm,<br>
+I'll never let her fall again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor suffer any harm.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Polly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Polly,<br>
+Had a dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a curly wig;<br>
+And Miss Polly<br>
+And her dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Often danced a jig.<br>
+<p>
+Also Polly<br>
+had a collie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A fine dog was he;<br>
+Blithe and jolly,<br>
+Jumped round Polly,<br>
+&nbsp;Barking loud with glee.<br>
+<p>
+One day Polly<br>
+Knocked her dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Broke its pretty head.<br>
+"Oh, fie, Polly!<br>
+Don't hurt dolly,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said her brother Ned.<br>
+<p>
+Then did Polly<br>
+Take up Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Throw it on the floor.<br>
+Said Miss Polly,<br>
+In her folly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I will play no more."<br>
+<p>
+Up ran collie,<br>
+Seized poor dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ran off to a friend.<br>
+Friend helped collie<br>
+To tear up dolly&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That was poor dolly's end.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Reading Dolly Land." src="images/page043b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Two Dollies Getting Up." src="images/page043c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="044"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#043">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#045">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 44&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl with Dolly." src="images/page044a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Little Girl's Song to Her Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Lie down, little Dolly.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lie still on my lap,<br>
+It's time now to put on<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your night dress and cap;<br>
+You have not been to sleep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All through this long day<br>
+Oh, what a long time<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For a Dolly to play!<br>
+<p>
+The bright sun went down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More than two hours ago;<br>
+It is long past your bedtime,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You very well know:<br>
+The stars are now peeping<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From out the blue skies;<br>
+Then go to sleep, Dolly!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come, shut your blue eyes.<br>
+<p>
+Mamma says the flowers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were asleep long ago&mdash;<br>
+Sweet roses and lilies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their heads bending low;<br>
+She says 'tis a lesson<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For me and for you&mdash;<br>
+That children and dollies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should be asleep too.<br>
+<p>
+Hark! Susan is calling&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now out goes the light;<br>
+I will tug you up snugly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And kiss you good night.<br>
+It is time you were sleeping<br>
+&nbsp;For do you not know<br>
+The dear little birds<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went to sleep long ago?<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Don't Cry My Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hushy, baby, my dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I pray you don't cry,<br>
+And I'll give you some bread<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some milk by and by;<br>
+Or perhaps you like custard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or maybe a tart,&mdash;<br>
+Then to either you're welcome,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With all my whole heart.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Little Girl and Her Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There, got to sleep, Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In own mother's lap,<br>
+I've put on your nightgown<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And neat little cap.<br>
+So sleep, pretty baby,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And shut up your eye,<br>
+Bye-bye, little Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lie still, and bye-bye.<br>
+I'll lay my clean handkerchief<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over your head,<br>
+And then make believe<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That my lap is your bed;<br>
+So hush, little dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And be sure you don't cry.<br>
+Bye-bye, little Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lie still, and bye-bye.<br>
+<p>
+There, now it is morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And time to get up,<br>
+And I'll give you some milk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In my doll's china cup.<br>
+So wake up, little baby<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And open your eye,<br>
+For I think it high time<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To have done with bye-bye.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sleep, Dolly Sleep</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Sleep, Dolly, sleep.<br>
+You must not, must not weep.<br>
+Now close your eyes so brown,<br>
+And let me lay you down.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sleep, Dolly, sleep.<br>
+Wake, Dolly, wake,<br>
+Too long a nap you take;<br>
+It's time to make the tea,<br>
+And you must help, you see.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wake, Dolly, wake.<br>
+Run, Dolly, run,<br>
+Run out in golden sun;<br>
+Run up the hill with me,<br>
+And then to the apple-tree.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Run, Dolly, run.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Mrs Hibbert<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Shut your eyes, my darling!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the shadows creep,<br>
+When the flowers are closing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little ones must sleep.<br>
+<p>
+Don't be frightened, Dolly!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In my arms you lie;<br>
+Nestle down and slumber<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To my lullaby<br>
+<p>
+Dolly is so active,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Always full of fun,<br>
+Wakeful still and smiling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;E'en when day is done<br>
+<p>
+Hush thee now, my dearest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To my slumber-song;<br>
+Children lose their roses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sitting up too long.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I must go home to dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And put her to bed;<br>
+I know she's so tired,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She can't raise her head.<br>
+<p>
+Some dolls are so old,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They can sit up till eight,<br>
+But mine gets quite ill<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If she stays up so late!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly's Asleep</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Tell me a story<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just one, mother dear.<br>
+Candles are coming<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bedtime is near<br>
+There is my hand to hold<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bend down your head,<br>
+Don't speak too loud, mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's in bed<br>
+<p>
+No! not the story<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of old Jack and Jill<br>
+They were so stupid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To tumble down the hill.<br>
+I'm tired of Jack Horner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Little Bo-peep.&mdash;<br>
+Stay! let me see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If Dolly's asleep.<br>
+<p>
+Hush, Dolly darling!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm watching, you know<br>
+No one shall hurt you;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will not go.<br>
+You are so warm,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a bird in it's nest.<br>
+Go to sleep, darling,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rest, Dolly, rest.<br>
+<p>
+Ah! there is Mary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just come in with a light:<br>
+Now there is no time<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For a story to-night,<br>
+Please make the boys, mother,<br>
+&nbsp;Mind how they tread.<br>
+Their boots are so heavy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And&mdash;Dolly's in bed.<br>
+<p>
+Good night, dear mother!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ask papa, please,<br>
+When he comes home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not to cough or to sneeze<br>
+Give me your hand, Mary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hush! softly creep;<br>
+We must not wake her,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's asleep.<br>
+<p>
+If at all restless<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or wakeful she seems,<br>
+Don't be to anxious;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I fancy she dreams.<br>
+Say to her softly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just shaking your head;<br>
+"Go to sleep, Dolly,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Adie's in bed."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="HUSH! (Dolls are sleeping.)" src="images/page044b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="045"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#044">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#046">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 45&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl with Doll." src="images/page045a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lost Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The sunflowers hang their heavy heads<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wish the sun would shine;<br>
+The clouds are grey; the wind is cold.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Where is that doll of mine?<br>
+The dark is coming fast," said she.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm in a dreadful fright.<br>
+I don't know where I left my doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she'll be out all night<br>
+<p>
+"Twice up and down the garden-walks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I looked; but she's not there,<br>
+Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've hunted everywhere.<br>
+I must have left her out of doors,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But she is not in sight.<br>
+No Dolly in the summer-house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she'll be out all night.<br>
+<p>
+"The dew will wet her through and through<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And spoil her dear best dress;<br>
+And she will wonder where I am<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And be in such distress;<br>
+The dogs may find her in the grass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bark or even bite;<br>
+And all the bats will frighten her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That fly about at night.<br>
+<p>
+"I've not been down into the woods<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or by the brook to-day.<br>
+I'm sure I had her in my arms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I came out to play,<br>
+Just after dinner; then I know,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I watched Tom make his kite.<br>
+Will anybody steal my doll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If she stays out all night.<br>
+<p>
+"I wonder where Papa has gone?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why, here he comes; and see<br>
+He's bringing something in his hand;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That's Dolly certainly!<br>
+And so you found her in the chaise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And brought her home all right?<br>
+I'll take her to the baby-house.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm glad she's home tonight."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Sarah O. Jewett<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Talking To Dolly</b></center>
+<p>
+Well, Dolly, what are you saying,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When you blink and wink your eyes?<br>
+I'm sure your thoughts are straying,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For you look so very wise.<br>
+<p>
+I wonder what you think about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And why you never talk,<br>
+And how it is you never shout,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never try to walk!<br>
+<p>
+I wonder if you're ever sad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if you ever weep;<br>
+I wonder if you're ever glad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I rock you off to sleep.<br>
+<p>
+I wonder if you love me well&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As well as I love you.<br>
+I do so wish you'd try and tell;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come, Dolly, darling, do!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Darling Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Darling Dolly's house shall be<br>
+High as lofty apple-tree;<br>
+It shall have a door inlaid,<br>
+Of the sweetest light and shade.<br>
+<p>
+It shall have for pictures fair<br>
+Fancies that are rich and rare;<br>
+It shall have a golden roof,<br>
+And tapestry with stars for woof.<br>
+<p>
+And it shall have a dome of blue<br>
+With the moonlight streaming through,<br>
+And stately pillars, straight as firs,<br>
+Bending to each wind that stirs.<br>
+<p>
+Darling Dolly's house shall be<br>
+High as a lofty apple-tree;<br>
+It shall have a door inlaid,<br>
+Of the sweetest light and shade.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl Showing Doll to Another Girl."
+src="images/page045b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sour Grapes</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Such a doll! I wouldn't have it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With its trailing baby dress!<br>
+Pooh! a dolly twice as handsome<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I could have for asking, Bess.<br>
+Needn't ask me if it's pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No, I do not care to wait,<br>
+I am in an awful hurry,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you keep me, I'll be late."<br>
+<p>
+Off went Nannie, proud lip curling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Head uplifted in disdain,<br>
+Bessie hugged her dolly closely,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing over truth so plain.<br>
+"Nan was envious, Dolly darling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twasn't aught of wrong in you,<br>
+But the trouble lay in Nannie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She would like to own you too."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="My Dolly House." src="images/page045c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="046"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#045">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#047">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 46&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Oh, you Naughty Dog to Bite my Dolly."
+src="images/page046a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boo! Boo! Boo! He has Swallowed my Dolly."
+src="images/page046b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Ten Little Dollies</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ten little dollies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing in a line,<br>
+One tumbled down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were nine.<br>
+<p>
+Nine little dollies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sitting up so late,<br>
+One went to sleep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were eight.<br>
+<p>
+Eight little dollies&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All their ages even,<br>
+One grew up tall<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were seven.<br>
+<p>
+Seven little dollies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Full of funny tricks,<br>
+One snapt her head off<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were six.<br>
+<p>
+Six little dollies&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Looked almost alive,<br>
+One lost her "pin-back,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were five.<br>
+<p>
+Five little dollies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking by a door,<br>
+One got her nose pinched,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were four.<br>
+<p>
+Four little dollies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On their mamma's knee,<br>
+One cried her eyes out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were three.<br>
+<p>
+Three little dollies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Didn't know what to do,<br>
+One tore her bows off,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were two.<br>
+<p>
+Two little dollies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very fond of fun,<br>
+One melts her nose off,<br>
+&nbsp;Then there was one.<br>
+<p>
+One little dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Living all alone,<br>
+Died broken-hearted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then there were none.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Teaching Dolly ABC." src="images/page046c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Kissing after a Doll Quarrel." src="images/page046d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="047"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#046">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#048">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 47&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Washing Dolly's Clothes." src="images/page047a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Week</b></center><br>
+<p>
+On Monday I wash my dollies' clothes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On Tuesday smoothly press 'em,<br>
+On Wednesday mend their little hose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On Thursday neatly dress 'em.<br>
+<p>
+On Friday I play they're taken ill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On Saturday something or other;<br>
+But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm going to church with mother."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Giving Dolly a Bath." src="images/page047b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dirty Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Naughty Miss Dolly played out in the mud,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And got all her clothes quite black;<br>
+And now such a rubbing, and scrubbing and tubbing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As we have to give them, good lack!<br>
+<p>
+'Tis hard to be mothers and laundresses too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nurses and cooks beside.<br>
+Grown people don't know all we chicks have to do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For how can they tell till they've tried?<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Washing Day Troubles</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I know a little girl who tried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To wash her dolly's clothes, one day,<br>
+In Bridget's great, big tub, and cried<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because mamma sent her away<br>
+<p>
+To find her own small dolly-tub,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More fit for little girls to use.<br>
+But naughty Sally shook her head<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all suggestions did refuse.<br>
+<p>
+And when she found herself alone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She went to Bridget's tub again,<br>
+But, as is sure to be the case,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her disobedience brought her pain.<br>
+<p>
+For, what do you think? she tumbled in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gave herself an awful fright,<br>
+And no one pitied her; in fact,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They all laughed at her in her plight.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Washing Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Miss Mary standing at the tub<br>
+Giving dolly a thorough scrub.<br>
+Trying to make her nice and sweet<br>
+Before she dresses for the street.<br>
+If health an happiness you'd glean<br>
+Remember always to keep clean.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Doll Rosy's Bath</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Tis time Doll Rosy had a bath,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she'll be good, I hope;<br>
+She likes the water well enough,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But she doesn't like the soap.<br>
+<p>
+Now soft I'll rub her with a sponge,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes and nose and ears,<br>
+And splash her fingers in the bowl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never mind the tears.<br>
+<p>
+There now&mdash;oh, my! what have I done?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've washed the skin off&mdash;see!<br>
+Her pretty pink and white are gone<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Entirely! oh, dear me!<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<br>
+<center><b>The New Tea-Things</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, Dolly, come quick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For I want you to see<br>
+The present mamma<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has just given to me;<br>
+A set of new tea-things<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That really hold tea.<br>
+<p>
+A dear little teapot<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To keep the tea hot,<br>
+And tiny white cups<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a pretty blue spot,<br>
+And a glass sugar-basin.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How nice, is it not?<br>
+<p>
+And I am to use them<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This same afternoon;<br>
+So Dolly I'll give you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some tea very soon<br>
+In a little white cup,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a saucer and spoon.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tea With Dolls." src="images/page047c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="048"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#047">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#049">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 48&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sewing Doll Clothes." src="images/page048a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Doll Dress-making</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Making Dolly's dresses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't you think it's fun?<br>
+Here is one already,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I've just begun<br>
+<p>
+Oh, how many stitches!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And such a tangly thread!<br>
+When I pricked my finger<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I just guess it bled<br>
+<p>
+There! the needle's broken&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bending all about&mdash;<br>
+That's a sign my dolly'll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wear the dresses out<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Youth's Companion<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly Town</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Have you ever been down to Dolly Town?<br>
+The sight would do you good<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There the dollies walk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the dollies talk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they ride about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a grand turn-out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a coachman thin<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who is made of tin,<br>
+And a footman made of wood<br>
+<p>
+There are very fine houses in Dolly Town,<br>
+Red, and green and blue;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a doctor, too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who has much to do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just to mend their toes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And their arms and nose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they tumble down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And crack their crown<br>
+And the stuff they take is glue<br>
+<p>
+But the finest sight in Dolly Town<br>
+That place to children dear&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is no dolly at all,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though so neat and small<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you've time to spare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go on tiptoe there,<br>
+See the pretty girl, the rose, the pearl,<br>
+Who is Queen of Dolly Town<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Little Doll Rose</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I have a little doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I take care of her clothes<br>
+She has soft flaxen hair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her name is Rose<br>
+<p>
+She has pretty blue eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a very small nose,<br>
+And a cunning little mouth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her name is Rose<br>
+<p>
+I have a little sofa<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where my dolly may repose,<br>
+Or sit up like a lady;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her name is Rose<br>
+<p>
+My doll can move her arms,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And can stand upon her toes,<br>
+She can make a pretty curtsey<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear little Rose<br>
+<p>
+How old is your dolly?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very young I suppose,<br>
+For she cannot go alone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My pretty little Rose<br>
+<p>
+Indeed I cannot tell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In poetry or prose<br>
+How beautiful she is,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My darling little Rose.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. Follen<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sewing For Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Such a busy little mother!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such a pretty little "child"!<br>
+Did you ever see a dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a face more sweet and mild?<br>
+<p>
+Such a comfort to her mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who is busy all the day,<br>
+And who never finds a moment<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With her little girl to play<br>
+<p>
+There are dresses to be altered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There are aprons to be made,<br>
+"For my child in wardrobe matters<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Must not be thrown in shade"<br>
+<p>
+Says the busy little mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As she clips and works away,<br>
+And a brand new dress for Dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will be made this very day<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Lost Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I once had a sweet little doll, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The prettiest doll in the world;<br>
+Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her hair was so charmingly curled.<br>
+<p>
+But I lost my poor little doll, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As I played in the heath one day;<br>
+I cried for her more than a week, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I could never find where she lay.<br>
+<p>
+Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For her paint is all washed away,<br>
+And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her hair is not the least bit curled;<br>
+Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The prettiest doll in the world.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Charles Kingsley<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly's Patchwork Counterpane</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, Mary, see what the nurse has found,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such store of pieces in my box!<br>
+Some green, and some with lilac ground.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'll make such lovely blocks<br>
+<p>
+She says she'll teach me how to make<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A counterpane for Dolly's bed,<br>
+This lovely piece I first will take,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With sprays of roses white and red<br>
+<p>
+And thin this piece with purple spots<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will look so pretty next to that!<br>
+I'll keep my cotton free from knots,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And make my stitches neat and flat<br>
+<p>
+And "when I've finished it," she says<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll line it with a square of white.<br>
+Oh, Dolly dear! your little bed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will be a most enchanting sight!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Wooden Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I'm but a wooden doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have neither wit nor grace;<br>
+And very clumsy in my joints<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet I know my place.<br>
+<p>
+Most people laugh at a wooden doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wooden I may be,<br>
+But little children love me much<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that's enough for me.<br>
+<p>
+When I am dressed in fine long clothes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In fur, and silk, and lace,<br>
+I think myself I'm not so bad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet I know my place.<br>
+<p>
+Let people laugh&mdash;I know I'm wood:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wax I can never be;<br>
+But little children think I'm grand&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That's quite enough for me.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Buy My Dolls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come buy my dolls, my pretty dolls:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come buy my dolls, I pray:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I've such a heap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And I sell so cheap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I almost give them away.<br>
+<p>
+I've waxen dolls, and china dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And dollies made of gum,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some are small,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And some are tall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some talk and some are dumb.<br>
+<p>
+Bald head dolls, and dolls with hair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All beauties in their way&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So very nice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So low in price,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Please buy my dolls to-day.<br>
+<p>
+Laughing dolls, and crying dolls;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolls of various ages,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Infant dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And lady dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolls in all the stages.<br>
+<p>
+Go where you may, you will not find<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such bargains as are these<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Make my heart light,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Buy them to night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To grace your Christmas trees.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Finishing Dolls." src="images/page048b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="049"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#048">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#050">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 49&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Doctor Charlie and His Patient."
+src="images/page049a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Doctor Charlie and His Patient</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Run for the doctor!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's very sick!<br>
+Mary, you'll have to go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I cannot leave her;<br>
+Tell him to pack his bottles<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And come quick;<br>
+I think she has got<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A very dangerous fever."<br>
+<p>
+In stalks a hat and cane;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you look close,<br>
+You'll see Doctor Charlie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Somewhere under;<br>
+He takes a pinch of snuff<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And blows his nose,<br>
+While poor sick Dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Seems to stare in wonder.<br>
+<p>
+He feels her pules, he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gravely shakes his head:<br>
+His hat dropped o'er his eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With the shake he gave it;<br>
+He says poor dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Must be put to bed<br>
+And have her head shaved&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He, in fact, will shave it.<br>
+<p>
+Poor mamma sober looks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But says at once<br>
+That "Dolly's head shall<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not be shaved! I guess not!<br>
+Her hair would never grow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, you dunce!"<br>
+"It shall!" "It shan't!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"She'll die then, if it's not!"<br>
+<p>
+But Mary, ere the quarrel<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gets too grave<br>
+(Already in her hand<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A bowl of gruel),<br>
+Says, "Don't you know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That doctors do not shave?<br>
+And then besides,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It really would be cruel!"<br>
+<p>
+"I'll give her pills, then,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she's safe in bed,<br>
+Plenty and sweet&mdash;of sugar<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will make them;<br>
+As dolly cannot eat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twill do instead<br>
+For you and me and<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary here to take them."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dollies' Broken Noses</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Two little babies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In carriages two,<br>
+Two little nurses<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With duty to do.<br>
+<p>
+Both little nurses<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were careful at first,<br>
+Soon both grew careless&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which was the worst.<br>
+<p>
+O what a pitiful<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wail from the street!<br>
+One broken rail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Trips four little feet.<br>
+<p>
+Over went carriages,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Babies and all,<br>
+And two china noses<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were cracked in the fall.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Soldier Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There once was a sweet tiny maiden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A wee little woman of four,<br>
+Who scarce could reach up to the table,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or open the nursery door;<br>
+<p>
+And this poor little maid, she was crying&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her dolly had such a fall!<br>
+Yes there on the ground he was lying&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her darling, the best of them all.<br>
+<p>
+This dolly had been a brave soldier,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With uniform, sabre, and all,<br>
+And worshipp'd a doll in the doll's-house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That stood by the side of the wall.<br>
+<p>
+She was only a poor tiny maiden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A wee little woman of four,<br>
+And she sat with her heart nearly breaking,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With the doll in her lap on the floor.<br>
+<p>
+And the poor, tiny, sorrowful maiden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The wee little woman of four,<br>
+Now lies with her dead soldier dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Asleep on the nursery floor.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Dead Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+You needn't be trying to comfort me&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I tell you my dolly is dead!<br>
+There's no use saying she isn't&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a crack like that on her head.<br>
+It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Much to have my tooth out that day.<br>
+And then when they most pulled<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My head off, you hadn't a word to say.<br>
+<p>
+And I guess you must think I'm a baby,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When you say you can mend it with glue!<br>
+As if I didn't know better than that!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why, just suppose it was you?<br>
+You might make her look all mended&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But what do I care for looks?<br>
+Why, glue's for chairs and tables,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And toys, and the backs of books!<br>
+<p>
+My dolly! my own little daughter!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, but it's the awfullest crack!<br>
+It just makes me sick to think of the sound<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When her poor head went whack<br>
+Against this horrible brass thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That holds up the little shelf.<br>
+Now, Nursey, what makes you remind me?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I know that I did it myself?<br>
+<p>
+I think you must be crazy&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll get her another head!<br>
+What good would forty heads do her?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I tell you my dolly is dead!<br>
+And to think that I hadn't quite finished<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her elegant New Year's hat!<br>
+And I took a sweet ribbon of hers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;List night to tie on that horrid cat!<br>
+<p>
+When my mamma gave me that ribbon&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I was playing out in the yard&mdash;<br>
+She said to me most expressly:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Here's a ribbon for Hildegarde."<br>
+And I went and put it on Tabby,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Hildegarde saw me do it;<br>
+But I said to myself, "Oh, never mind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I don't believe she knew it!"<br>
+<p>
+But I know that she knew it now,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I just believe, I do,<br>
+That her poor little heart was broken,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so her head broke too.<br>
+Oh, my baby! my little baby!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I wish my head had been hit!<br>
+For I've hit it over and over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And it hasn't cracked a bit.<br>
+<p>
+But since the darling is dead,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll want to be buried of course;<br>
+We will take my little wagon, Nurse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And you shall be the horse;<br>
+And I'll walk behind and cry;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we'll put her in this&mdash;you see,<br>
+This dear little box&mdash;and we'll bury<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Them under the maple tree.<br>
+<p>
+And papa will make a tombstone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like the one he made for my bird;<br>
+And he'll put what I tell him on it&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes, every single word!<br>
+I shall say: "Here lies Hildegarde,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A beautiful doll that is dead;<br>
+She died of a broken heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a dreadful crack in her head."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Margaret Vandegrift<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly's Doctor</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dolly, my darling, is dreadfully sick;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, dear! what shall I do?<br>
+Despatch to the doctor a telephone quick<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To bring her a remedy new.<br>
+<p>
+Hush! that is the doctor's tap! tap! tap!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't make such a terrible noise&mdash;<br>
+Don't you see how the darling lies still on my lap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never looks up at you boys!<br>
+<p>
+Come, doctor, and tell me now just what you think<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would be best for my darling so sweet.<br>
+'Give dolly a bucket of water to drink,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a bowl of hot gruel put her feet.'<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Giving Sick Dolly Medicine." src="images/page049b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="050"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#049">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#051">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 50&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dollies Courting." src="images/page050a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Christening Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+See, this is my Christmas dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Two weeks ago she came;<br>
+And, oh! the trouble I have had<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To find a pretty name.<br>
+<p>
+At first I thought of Marguerite&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A French name, meaning "pearl"&mdash;<br>
+But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For such a graceful girl."<br>
+<p>
+And then I mentioned, one by one,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Susanna, Ruth, and Poll,<br>
+"But they are too old-fashioned names<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Nell, "to suit your doll."<br>
+<p>
+So the next day I got a great big book,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And searched it through and through,<br>
+Then shook my head and sadly said:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"There's not one name will do."<br>
+<p>
+My brother Tom was sitting near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He raised his eyes and smiled;<br>
+"Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Suppose I name your child."<br>
+<p>
+"Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then I hugged him, so;  (hugging her
+doll.)<br>
+"We'll play you are the parson<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That christens folks, you know."<br>
+<p>
+So then, he took her in his arms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And solemnly and slow<br>
+He said: "This baby's name shall be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Josephine, or Jo."<br>
+<p>
+And there, before I knew it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My baby had a name;<br>
+And what I like about it, is,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That mine is just the same.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E.C. and J.T. Rook<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Dollies Visit</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three little girls brought each a doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To pass an afternoon;<br>
+The dresses all were soon displayed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their bangles made a tune;<br>
+And when they parted to go home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One young girl shrewdly said:<br>
+"Our dollies have behaved real nice&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They have no scandal spread."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+W.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Little Girl Over The Way</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Whenever I'm tired of reading,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or lonely in my play,<br>
+I come to the window here, and watch<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little girl over the way.<br>
+<p>
+But she will not look nor listen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor stand for a moment still;<br>
+And though I watch her the livelong day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm afraid she never will.<br>
+<p>
+For some day some one will buy her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And carry her quite away;&mdash;<br>
+She is only a doll in a great glass-case,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little girl over the way.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Maggie's Talk to Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dolly dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come sit up here!<br>
+And say why you don't cry.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've struck your head<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Against the bed,<br>
+And cracked your pretty eye,<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dolly dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Do sit up here,<br>
+And let me see your face;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And say, my pet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why you don't fret<br>
+Now Pug has got your place.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My pretty Poll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear, dear doll,<br>
+Why don't you eat or talk?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like sister Jane,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Sally Blane,<br>
+And then go for a walk?<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You have an eye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But never cry,<br>
+And lips, but never prattle;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You've fingers ten,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like brother Ben,<br>
+But never shake the rattle.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You never eat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor drink, nor sleep,<br>
+Nor move unless you're carried:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when I pinch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You never flinch,<br>
+Nor say that you are worried.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Minnie to Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Your hair is so pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your eyes are so blue,<br>
+Your cheeks are so rosy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your frock is so new,<br>
+You're the prettiest dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I ever did see.<br>
+Though your hair is so pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And your eyes are so blue,<br>
+I'd rather be Minnie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than I would be you,<br>
+<p>
+For you can't see the flowers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they come up in spring;<br>
+You can't hear the birdies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How sweetly they sing;<br>
+Nor run out of doors<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To look in the sky,<br>
+And see the white clouds<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As they pass swiftly by.<br>
+<p>
+You've no kind of papa<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or mamma to be near,<br>
+To love you and teach you;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So, dolly, my dear,<br>
+Though your cheeks are so rosy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And your dress is so new,<br>
+I'd rather be Minnie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than I would be you.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Dolly</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown,<br>
+Has a pretty little bonnet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And a pretty little gown;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pretty little bonnet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a lovely feather on it;<br>
+Oh, there's not another like it<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To be found in all the town!<br>
+<p>
+My Dolly, Polly, is a precious little pet;<br>
+Her eyes are bright as jewels,<br>
+And her hair is black as jet;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I hug her, and I kiss her!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And oh, how I should miss her<br>
+If she were taken from me;<br>
+Oh how I should grieve and fret!<br>
+<p>
+My little brother Charley,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Says my Dolly is "a muff,"<br>
+And he calls her other horrid names<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though that is bad enough;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And though he's very clever,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I never, no, I never<br>
+Let him handle her or dandle her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For boys, you know, are rough.<br>
+<p>
+My Dolly's always smiling;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was never known to frown.<br>
+And she looks so very charming<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In her Sunday hat and gown.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You really ought to see her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get a good idea<br>
+Of the beauty of my Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Polly Angelina Brown.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly's Wedding</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come along; come along;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;The rain has gone away.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dingle-dong! dingle dong;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;It is Dolly's wedding-day!<br>
+<p>
+Charley has got his night-gown on.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary has put the chairs:<br>
+Charley is the clergyman<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who'll marry them up-stairs.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come along; come along;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;The rain has gone away.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dingle-dong! dingle dong;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;It is Dolly's wedding-day!<br>
+<p>
+Sambo has got an old white hat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a coat with but one tail;<br>
+Sambo's face is very black,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly's is rather pale.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come along; come along;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;The rain has gone away.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dingle-dong! dingle dong;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;It is Dolly's wedding-day!<br>
+<p>
+Sambo has got a woolly pate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly has golden hair.<br>
+When Sambo marries Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'll be a funny pair!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come along; come along;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;The rain has gone away.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dingle-dong! dingle dong;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;It is Dolly's wedding-day!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Wedding For Dolls." src="images/page050b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="051"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#050">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#052">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 51&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dollies in School." src="images/page051a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I found my old dolls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the attic to-day,<br>
+In a box where I long ago<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laid them away.<br>
+It was silly, I know,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But 'twas such a surprise,<br>
+The sight of their faces<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brought tears to my eyes.<br>
+<p>
+There was poor little Flossie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With azure eyes closed.<br>
+For many a month<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had quietly dozed,<br>
+In the little silk gown<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In which I last dressed her&mdash;<br>
+That time was brought back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So I stopped and caressed her;<br>
+<p>
+And then, as I raised her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She opened her eyes,<br>
+And stared at her mother<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In such sad surprise<br>
+That I kissed her and laid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her again in her place<br>
+To keep her reproachful<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Blue eyes off my face.<br>
+<p>
+And next I uncovered<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My little bisque Mabel,<br>
+To meet whose brown eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I was still more unable.<br>
+There gaze was surprised,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But exceedingly mild,<br>
+My poor little, dear little,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Led-away child!<br>
+<p>
+And I kissed her, her face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Looked so childish and sweet,<br>
+And I held for a moment<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her little kid feet,<br>
+For her stockings were scattered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so were her shoes,<br>
+And then, when I found them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They gave me the blues.<br>
+<p>
+I kissed her, and laid her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Back in the box, but<br>
+She looked at me still<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(For her eyes would not shut)<br>
+And hastily covering<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her face from my sight,<br>
+I searched till wax Elsie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I brought to the light.<br>
+<p>
+Now, that poor little doll<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was only my niece,<br>
+Her eyes were dark blue<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her curls white as fleece<br>
+But her nose was so flat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas no longer a nose,<br>
+And her wax cheeks had faded<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lost all their rose.<br>
+<p>
+From losing her sawdust<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her body was slender,<br>
+Yet for those very reasons<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My kiss was more tender,<br>
+And I laid the poor thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Away with a sigh,<br>
+And feeling, I must say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like having a cry.<br>
+<p>
+One big doll was missing,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear Rosabel,&mdash;<br>
+How much I did love her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I really can't tell.<br>
+It is painful, indeed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be talking about,<br>
+But I loved her so much<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I quite wore her out.<br>
+<p>
+Well, well, I am older,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I'm sure I'm not glad.<br>
+The thought of those old times,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In fact makes me sad.<br>
+And, although the feeling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is silly, I know,<br>
+I cannot help sighing:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! why did I grow?"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Bertha Gerneaux Davis<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mistress Of Four Dollies." src="images/page051b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mistress Of Four Dollies</b></center><br>
+<p>
+This little girl, I'm glad to say,<br>
+Is eight years old this very day.<br>
+She makes a hat for the little "Doll,"<br>
+And puts in it a feather tall.<br>
+<p>
+One doll is large, and one is small,<br>
+Another short another tall.<br>
+She talks to them. They won't obey,<br>
+And then she says, "You cannot play."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Grandmamma's Visit</b></center><br>
+<p>
+With grandma's cap upon her head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And spectacles on her nose,<br>
+And grandma's shawl upon her back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grace to her sister goes.<br>
+<p>
+"My dear grandchild, although I am<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now getting very old,<br>
+I've toddled all this way to ask<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About your Dolly's cold."<br>
+<p>
+"Dear Grandmamma, I thank you much,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I am glad to say<br>
+She had a good sound sleep last night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And is quite well to-day."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lucy's Dolls</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Five little dolls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To claim my care<br>
+To fix their clothes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And comb their hair;<br>
+<p>
+Five little dolls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dress and keep<br>
+And put away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each night to sleep.<br>
+<p>
+I don't think grown<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Folks ever know<br>
+What troubles small<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Folks undergo;<br>
+<p>
+I have to cook<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To please all five&mdash;<br>
+I wonder much<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I'm alive!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lucy and her Dolls." src="images/page051c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="052"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#051">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#053">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 52&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Please Mend my Dolly." src="images/page052a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dolly Is Dead</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I can't help crying! Oh dear!<br>
+My doll is dead, I fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes, she must be dead,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For she's lost her head,<br>
+And she looks so horribly queer.<br>
+But they say our doctor's a clever man,<br>
+I'll get him to put on her head if he can.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p><br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="center"><br>
+<b>The Doll Show</b>
+<p>
+(For seven little girls&mdash;six with dolls. The seventh to be the
+judge.)
+<p>
+<i>First girl enters, with doll in her arms.</i>
+<p>
+We're going to have a dolly show,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This very afternoon&mdash;<br>
+The little girls will bring their dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(I think they'll be here soon),<br>
+<p>
+And then we'll have such lots of fun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We'll place them in a row,<br>
+And the one the judge declares the best<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will take the prize, you know.<br>
+<p>
+My dolly is all ready,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've dressed her as a bride;<br>
+Don't she look sweet; She'll take the prize,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of that I'm satisfied.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Places her doll on a bench or chair, and takes a seat.</i>
+<p>
+<i>Second Girl</i>
+<p>
+Oh, such a time as I have had,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I thought I would be late;<br>
+I took so very, very long<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dress my little Kate,<br>
+<p>
+But here she is, my infant doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So white, and clean, and pure,<br>
+Oh, yes, my precious darling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll take the prize, I'm sure.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Places doll next to doll No. 1 and takes a seat.</i>
+<p>
+<i>Third Girl&mdash;Carrying a handsome French Doll.</i>
+<p>
+My dolly came from Sunny France,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her name is Antoinette,<br>
+She's two years old on Christmas day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she's my dearest pet.<br>
+<p>
+Her feet and hands are very small,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hair is soft and light,<br>
+Her eyes the deepest, darkest blue,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And very large and bright.<br>
+<p>
+This handsome dress from Paris came,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Also this stylish hat,<br>
+Why, she of course will take the prize,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm positive of that.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Places her doll by doll No. 2, and takes a seat.</i>
+<p>
+<i>Fourth Girl</i>
+<p>
+I hope they've saved a little space<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For Jack, my sailor lad,<br>
+The bravest, best, and nicest son<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A mother ever had.<br>
+<p>
+He wears a suit of navy blue&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've brought him to the show<br>
+Because he looks so very nice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'll take the prize, I know.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Places it by doll No. 3, and sits down.</i>
+<p>
+<i>Fifth Girl&mdash;a very small girl holding by the arm a large rag
+baby
+with a long dress.</i>
+<p>
+My mamma's writing letters,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And told me&mdash;"run away,"<br>
+And so I brought my dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the baby show, to-day.<br>
+<p>
+She isn't very pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But she's very nice, I think,<br>
+Her eyes, and nose, and little mouth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My mamma made with ink.<br>
+<p>
+I love my Dolly, 'cause she's good&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She never never cries,<br>
+So don't you think she'll be the one<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To carry off the prize?<br>
+<p>
+<i>Places her doll by doll No. 4, and takes a seat.</i>
+<p>
+<i>Sixth Girl</i>
+<p>
+They mustn't crowd my baby out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Although she's black as night.<br>
+I think she'll stand as good a chance<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As babies that are white.<br>
+<p>
+She's very neat, and nice, and clean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her lips are cherry red,<br>
+She wears a gay bandanna<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tied round her curly head.<br>
+<p>
+She's a very handsome lady,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if the judge be wise,<br>
+I do not have the slightest doubt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That she will take the prize.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Places her doll by doll No. 5, and sits down.</i>
+<p>
+<i>First Girl&mdash;to the girls</i>
+<p>
+Do not open your mouths,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor shut your eyes!<br>
+For here comes the judge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To award the prize.
+<p>
+<i>Seventh Girl&mdash;Enters carrying a wand. She views each doll in
+turn
+with critical eyes, then pointing to the first doll, says&mdash;</i>
+<p>
+Number one is very pretty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I think she's rather tall.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Points to No. 2</i>
+<p>
+And this cunning little baby,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is a little bit too small.<br>
+<p>
+<i>No. 3</i>
+<p>
+Number three&mdash;a fine French lady,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Too Frenchy is, I fear.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Points to No. 4</i>
+<p>
+And Master Jack, I like your looks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I think you dress too queer.<br>
+<p>
+<i>No. 5</i>
+<p>
+And this old-fashioned baby doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I guess lived in the ark;<br>
+<p>
+<i>No. 6</i>
+<p>
+No, no, Miss Dinah, no prize for you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your skin is much too dark.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Then turning to the little girls, she continues:</i>
+<p>
+And now, dear anxious mothers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I find I can't decide<br>
+Which doll shall have the premium,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I'll be satisfied<br>
+<p>
+If you'll call another meeting<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To-morrow afternoon,<br>
+I need more time to settle this&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To-day is much too soon.<br>
+<p>
+So, mothers, now I give these babies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Back to your loving care;<br>
+And I thank you much for bringing them<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To our famous Baby Fair.<br>
+<p>
+<i>Hands each doll to it's owner.</i>
+<p>
+<i>Exit all.</i>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Doll and Cat: Please, Puss, don't Hurt Me."
+src="images/page052b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="053"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#052">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#054">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 53&mdash;Dolly Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dog Hitched to Doll Carriage." src="images/page053a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Doll's Adventures Round the World</b></center><br>
+<p>
+All round the world and back again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly and I have been;<br>
+By sea and land we've travelled far,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The strangest sights have seen.<br>
+<p>
+To Greenland first we sailed away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see the snow and ice,<br>
+But Dolly's nose&mdash;it nearly froze&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, dear! that wasn't nice!<br>
+<p>
+So off we tripp'd to Canada,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There 'twas not quite so cold&mdash;<br>
+But there the Indians in the woods<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rushed after us so bold.<br>
+<p>
+We ran away to Montana,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'er Rocky Mountains high,<br>
+To picnic in wild Oregon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Famous for pumpkin pie.<br>
+<p>
+Then down to California,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through many a field of gold,<br>
+And over ancient Mexico,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Past temples manifold.<br>
+<p>
+The Sandwich Isles we visited,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where grew such radiant flowers,<br>
+And pretty girls danced all the day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In fragrant, rosy bowers.<br>
+<p>
+We crossed the Equatorial Seas,<br>
+&nbsp;And, sailing round and round<br>
+The lovely islands of the main,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweet coral groves we found.<br>
+<p>
+New Zealand's shores we landed at,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The country of strange things&mdash;<br>
+Cherries that carried the stones out-side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And flowers with butterflies' wings.<br>
+<p>
+Oh, when we reach Australia&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What heaps and heaps of gold!<br>
+And a million sheep and lambs we saw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Straying from fold to fold.<br>
+<p>
+To buy some tea-pots and some trays,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We called at quaint Japan,<br>
+Where a very polite old Japanese<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gave Dolly an ivory fan.<br>
+<p>
+We took a trip to Chinese land<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To take a cup of tea,<br>
+But neither sugar nor cream was given,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which didn't suit Dolly and me.<br>
+<p>
+Then travelling to Hindustan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We met a tiger there,<br>
+Who looked as though he would eat us up&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So off we flew elsewhere.<br>
+<p>
+And found ourselves in the Khyber Pass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the midst of a Caravan,<br>
+With which we travelled night and day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To reach Afghanistan.<br>
+<p>
+Across the Red Sea next we sail'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And through the Suez Canal,<br>
+To purchase a camel at old Cairo,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a trot most magical,<br>
+<p>
+Across the Desert we rode apace,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No water was there to drink,<br>
+Ah, oh!&mdash;while climbing a Pyramid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly dropped down a chink.<br>
+<p>
+An Arab kindly rescued her&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(She did so ruffle her hair;<br>
+If ever she plays that trick again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll have to be left down there.)<br>
+<p>
+At last we left the Desert drear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To sail upon the Nile,<br>
+In the Pasha's beautiful diabeheh<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Past many a crocodile.<br>
+<p>
+We saw no end of wonders now<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In Africa's strange land&mdash;<br>
+Forests full of lions fierce,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And many a savage band.<br>
+<p>
+Our steamer on the Congo sank&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We were in a dreadful plight<br>
+Until we met with Stanley true,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then we steered aright.<br>
+<p>
+We said good-bye to Africa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, though winds proved contrary,<br>
+Northward our wondrous way we took<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the Isles of sweet Canary.<br>
+<p>
+Thence favouring gales conveyed us far<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond the Spanish shore;<br>
+Fast by the coast of France we sped<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To our own land once more.<br>
+<p>
+And now we're safe at home again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wise as wise can be;<br>
+For seeing all the world's wonders<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Improves my Doll and me.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Sabina<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Story of a Doll</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I stood in the semi-darkness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And watched a child at her play;<br>
+Her cares were of multiform nature,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the daylight was speeding away.<br>
+<p>
+Her dolly demanded attention,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be petted and kissed and be fed;<br>
+To have on its little nightgown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then to be put in its bed.<br>
+<p>
+All this with a motherly yearning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had learned by the instinct of love;<br>
+And the dolly but faintly presented<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A gift from the heaven above.<br>
+<p>
+The dear little creature had finished<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And was just about turning to go,<br>
+When the scene all changed in a moment<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And turned into weeping and woe.<br>
+<p>
+A boy, almost reaching to manhood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dashed wildly from the room,<br>
+And seizing the doll from the cradle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rushed out again into the gloom.<br>
+<p>
+There was one wild scream from the maiden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A clasp of the hands and a chase;<br>
+But the boy thought the thing was funny<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And was in for a brotherly race.<br>
+<p>
+But soon, when the screaming was louder<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he saw all the pain he had caused.<br>
+He threw down the doll on the flooring,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sneering, he suddenly paused.<br>
+<p>
+"I wouldn't be such a cry-baby," he said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a half-mocking drawl;<br>
+"I can buy plenty more that's just like it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's only a plaster doll.<br>
+<p>
+"Why don't you get one made of china,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead of that plaster thing?<br>
+An then I would try to respect it,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he took himself off with a fling.<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, my dolly, my dolly is broken,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And quick in her bosom she hid<br>
+The maimed little bit of her sunshine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I Loved it, I loved it, I did.<br>
+<p>
+"I don't care if it was only plaster;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas my dolly, my dolly, my own."<br>
+And she knelt by the mangled plaything.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And now I am left all alone."<br>
+<p>
+Ten years from that very evening,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I stood by the couch of a child,<br>
+While a man knelt and wept beside it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a face both haggard and wild.<br>
+<p>
+'Twas the old scene of the dolly repeated,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The boy had to manhood grown;<br>
+A hand crushed his plaster idol<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And left him to mourn all alone.<br>
+<p>
+Ah me! how the world is repeated,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The work of each day o'er and o'er.<br>
+We all have our broken dollies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Away on the golden shore.<br>
+Did he think, I wonder, of that one<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He threw on the carpetless floor.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Watson<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cruel Boy keeping Doll away from Crying Girl."
+src="images/page053b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="054"></a><br>
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+<p>
+<br>
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+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>I am homesick, Dolly Dear</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dolly knows what's the matter&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly and I.<br>
+It isn't the mumps nor the measles&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! dear, I shall die!<br>
+It's the mothering we want, Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The&mdash;what shall I call it?<br>
+And grandpa says he has sent&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He put the 'spatch safe in his wallet.<br>
+<p>
+I know well enough that he dropped<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That telegraph 'spatch in the fire,<br>
+If mother just knew, she'd come<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If 'twas on the telegraph wire!<br>
+She'd take my poor head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That is splitting this very minute,<br>
+And she'd sing "There's a Happy Land,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the hymn that has "Darling" in it.<br>
+<p>
+Course, I like grandpa's house;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's the splendidest place to stay,<br>
+When there's all the outdoors to live in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nothing to do but to play;<br>
+Somehow you forget your mother&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That is, just the littlest bit,<br>
+Though if she were here, I suppose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I shouldn't mention it.<br>
+<p>
+But oh! there's a difference, Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When your head is so full of pains<br>
+That ('cepting the ache that's in 'em)<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's nothing left of your brains,<br>
+Remember how nice it feels, Dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To have your head petted and "poored."<br>
+Ache? Why I ache all over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And my bed is as hard as a board.<br>
+<p>
+Nurse says "It's a sweet, lovely morning."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It may be for all that I care;<br>
+There's just one spot in this great wide world<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That is pretty&mdash;I wish I was there!<br>
+I can see the white roses climbing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All over the low porch door,<br>
+And the daisies and buttercups growing&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I never half loved them before.<br>
+<p>
+And mother&mdash;let's see! she's standing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In that very same door, no doubt;<br>
+She loves to look out in the morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And see what the world is about,<br>
+In a pale-blue something-or-other&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A loose sort of wrapper, I guess;<br>
+As if a few yards of sky<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had been taken to make a dress.<br>
+<p>
+And up from the pine woods yonder<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Comes a beautiful woodsy smell,<br>
+And the breeze keeps a hinting of May flowers&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The real-pink arbutus bell;<br>
+And I think most likely the robins<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have built in the cherry tree;<br>
+And by and by there'll be birdies&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I shall not be there to see!<br>
+<p>
+Did you hear any noise, Dolly!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Speak, Dolly, you little witch!<br>
+As if someone was laughing&mdash;or crying!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I couldn't tell which!<br>
+We've kept from crying, so far;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We've choked but we wouldn't cry;<br>
+I've just talked it out to you, dear;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I had to, or else I'd die.<br>
+<p>
+But if that is you, mother&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I know by your lips that it is&mdash;<br>
+I'll just squeeze your head off!&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You think that all I want is a kiss!<br>
+O mother! to papa and Tom<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You needn't got mention it,<br>
+But you know it was homesickness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Almost killed your poor little Kit!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="American Indian Dolls." src="images/page054a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Japanese Dolls." src="images/page054b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dolls of Europe, Africa and Asia."
+src="images/page054c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="055"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#054">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#056">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 55&mdash;A Lady Making Dolls</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lady Making Dolls." src="images/page055a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b><i>Every Dolly Should Have A Name</i></b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Thousand Names For Dollies And Babies</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Adam and Madam,<br>
+Hagar and Jagar,<br>
+Lottie and Tottie,<br>
+Dinah and Nina,<br>
+Hebe and Phoebe,<br>
+Claude and Maude,<br>
+Connell and Donnell,<br>
+Dove and Love,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Ruth and Truth,<br>
+Ducie and Lucy,<br>
+Casper and Jasper,<br>
+Mercy and Percy,<br>
+Angeletta and Vangeletta,<br>
+Gilliam and William,<br>
+Luby and Ruby,<br>
+Ada and Saida,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Abihu and Elihu,<br>
+Becky and Jacky,<br>
+Alf and Ralph,<br>
+Giles and Miles,<br>
+Colin and Rollin,<br>
+Lubin and Reuben,<br>
+Arthur and Marthur,<br>
+Marybella and Sarybella,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Hubert and Rupert,<br>
+Nice and Rice,<br>
+Bryan and Ryan,<br>
+Alpin and Galpin,<br>
+Duke and Luke,<br>
+Mulic and Ulic,<br>
+Bessy and Hessy,<br>
+Hildalene and Tildalene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Mose and Rose,<br>
+Gordon and Jordan,<br>
+Donald and Ronald,<br>
+Ervin and Mervin,<br>
+Mirzah and Tirzah,<br>
+Alick and Gallic,<br>
+Handel and Randal,<br>
+Fredelena and Tedelena,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Bridget and Midget,<br>
+Louisa and Theresa,<br>
+Hillah and Zillah,<br>
+Milfred and Wilfred,<br>
+Larkin and Martyn,<br>
+Horam and Joram,<br>
+Jael and Shaul,<br>
+Fannyette and Nannyette,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Abisha and Elisha,<br>
+Abitub and Ahitub,<br>
+Crissylene and Sissylene,<br>
+Averil and Daveril,<br>
+Botolph, and Rodolph,<br>
+Lilian and Milian,<br>
+Maynard and Reynard,<br>
+Kizzylene and Lizzylene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Prichard and Richard,<br>
+Darian and Marian,<br>
+Dowzabel and Rosabel,<br>
+Artemus and Bartemus,<br>
+Dathan and Nathan,<br>
+Germaine and Hermaine,<br>
+Abelard and Ermengarde,<br>
+Dovelene and Loyelene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Nicodemus and Polyphemous,<br>
+Marianne and Sarianne,<br>
+Lucylena and Nucylena,<br>
+Edmond and Redmond,<br>
+Nebulon and Zebulon,<br>
+Jeanette and Mynette,<br>
+Apollyon and Napoleon,<br>
+Jinnylene and Winnylene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Coralius and Doralius,<br>
+Horatius and Ignatius,<br>
+Agnes and Dagnes,<br>
+Eldred and Meldred,<br>
+Obijah and Orijah,<br>
+Adriel and Gabriel,<br>
+Ivan and Sivan,<br>
+Claudelius and Maudelius,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Brunius an Junius,<br>
+Simon and Timon,<br>
+Bobab and Hobab,<br>
+Darnell and Parnell,<br>
+Jirah and Sirah,<br>
+Marylena and Sarylena,<br>
+Faban and Laban,<br>
+Lilianette and Millianette,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Lubylene and Rubylene,<br>
+Manuel and Samuel,<br>
+Herodicus and Herodotus,<br>
+Ella and Zella,<br>
+Flavius and Zavius,<br>
+Grace and Mace,<br>
+Borgia and Georgia,<br>
+Dinalene and Minalene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Ira and Myra,<br>
+Claudia and Maudia,<br>
+Laymond and Raymond,<br>
+Gisborn and Lisborn,<br>
+Fernando and Hernando,<br>
+Paul and Saul,<br>
+Hulia and Julia,<br>
+Lancylene and Nancylene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Barret and Garret,<br>
+Diamond and Simund,<br>
+Bathilda and Matilda,<br>
+Charissa and Clarissa,<br>
+Minnielene and Tinnielene,<br>
+Abinoam and Ahinoam,<br>
+Clarice and Paris,<br>
+Bessielene and Jessielene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Josiah and Sophia,<br>
+Bariah and Mariah,<br>
+Jeziah and Keziah,<br>
+Amariah and Amaziah,<br>
+Josibiah and Josiphia,<br>
+Uriah and Jeremiah,<br>
+Obadiah and Zachariah,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Florence and Laurence,<br>
+Athaliah and Jocaliah,<br>
+Abira and Sapphira,<br>
+Donetta and Johnetta,<br>
+Biddy and Liddy,<br>
+Janette and Nanette,<br>
+Dometta and Tometta,<br>
+Agrippa and Phillippa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Lucretia and Venetia,<br>
+Criscilla and Priscilla,<br>
+Belinda and Selinda,<br>
+Dara and Hara,<br>
+Ambrose and Lambrose,<br>
+Frances and Nances,<br>
+Bertie and Gertie,<br>
+Ruthelene and Truthelene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dorna and Lorna,<br>
+German and Herman,<br>
+Josanna and Johanna,<br>
+Alfred and Talfred,<br>
+Hamar and Tamar,<br>
+Ashur and Jasher,<br>
+Baruch and Saruch,<br>
+Mollyetta and Pollyetta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Angelena and Vangelena,<br>
+Cherubima and Seraphima,<br>
+Bede and Reid,<br>
+Josabad and Rosabad,<br>
+Lulia and Tulia,<br>
+Harold and Jarold,<br>
+Jeroboam and Rehoboam,<br>
+Paulina and Saulina,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Tunice and Unice,<br>
+Sambrose and Vambrose,<br>
+Meshach and Sheshach,<br>
+Bertram and Gertram,<br>
+Amon and Samon,<br>
+Claudius and Maudius,<br>
+Borelius and Horelius,<br>
+Bonalene and Monalene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="056"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#055">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#057">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 56&mdash;Name Land</h3>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<i>The Reading over of these 1000 Names, all different, will give
+splendid Exercise in Spelling and Pronunciation.</i>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Gomer and Homer,<br>
+Selah and Telah,<br>
+Rasman and Tasman,<br>
+Barak and Sarak,<br>
+Janet and Nanet,<br>
+Heavenbella and Sevenbella,<br>
+Ahaz and Azaz,<br>
+Antimeg and Antineg,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Allon and Fallon,<br>
+Abdiel and Zabdiel,<br>
+Andronicus and Veronicus,<br>
+Anthony and Vanthony,<br>
+Amery and Zamery,<br>
+James and Kames,<br>
+Antonius and Santonius,<br>
+Mattylene and Pattylene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Bedrodach and Nedrodach,<br>
+Festus and Vestus,<br>
+Geoffrey and Zeffrey,<br>
+Henry and Kenry,<br>
+Gilbert and Hilbert,<br>
+Anim and Banim,<br>
+Noah and Joah,<br>
+Mercylene and Percylene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dovetta and Lovetta,<br>
+Azel and Bazel,<br>
+Corinda and Dorinda,<br>
+Besar and Cesar,<br>
+Doram and Horam,<br>
+Ananiah and Apia,<br>
+Floralius and Horalius,<br>
+Marionette and Sarionette,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Coralene and Doralene,<br>
+Floralene and Noralene,<br>
+Dathan and Nathan,<br>
+Abiram and Ahiram,<br>
+Imon and Dimon,<br>
+Cornelius and Aurelius,<br>
+Ethelene and Bethelene,<br>
+Jera and Terah,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Ben and Glen,<br>
+Neziah and Tiziah,<br>
+Madoc and Zadoc,<br>
+Pauline and Sauline,<br>
+Abihud and Ahihud,<br>
+Kiza and Liza,<br>
+Dius and Pius,<br>
+Nucy and Sucy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Alfric and Salfric,<br>
+Frank and Hank,<br>
+Kobina and Rosina,<br>
+Florinda and Laurinda,<br>
+Deborah and Ketorah,<br>
+Shebaniah and Shecaniah,<br>
+Sherariah and Shemariah,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Abia, Beriah and Neriah,<br>
+Alberic, Almeric &amp; Alperic,<br>
+Volinda, Wolinda &amp; Zolinda<br>
+Abijah, Ahijah and Elijah,<br>
+Dida, Ida and Fida,<br>
+Dias, Elias and Tobias,<br>
+Quick, Vic and Zic,<br>
+Hugh, Leu and Pugh,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Cora, Dora and Flora,<br>
+Lora, Nora and Zora,<br>
+Biram, Hiram and Miram,<br>
+Vessie, Wessie and Zessie,<br>
+Barrat, Jarrat and Garrat,<br>
+Ham, Lam and Zam,<br>
+Adelia, Afelia and Amelia,<br>
+Dugo, Hugo and Nugo,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Ivy, Livy and Zivy,<br>
+Betty, Hetty and Letty,<br>
+Netty, Petty and Zetty,<br>
+Linny, Winny and Zinny,<br>
+Hester, Lester and Nestor,<br>
+Helena, Serena and Sabina,<br>
+Mab, Nab and Rab,<br>
+Dottielene, Lottielene &amp; Tottielene<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Bruno, Juno and Uno,<br>
+Eugene, Nugene and Sugene,<br>
+Dorman, Gorman and Norman,<br>
+Jean, Vean and Zean,<br>
+Hew, Seu and Zue,<br>
+Azur, Kazur and Nazur,<br>
+Davia, Flavia and Pavia,<br>
+Apulias, Julius and Tulias,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Biram, Hiram and Piram,<br>
+Katline, Matline and Patline,<br>
+Seba, Sheba, and Zebah,<br>
+Aubrey, Daubrey and Vaubrey,<br>
+Nebo, Nego and Necho,<br>
+Andrew, Mandrew and Vandrew,<br>
+Dalwin, Talwin and Zalwin,<br>
+Abi, Ahi and Ami,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Larissa, Narissa and Varrissa,<br>
+Di, Guy and Nie,<br>
+Dot, Lot and Tot,<br>
+Delicia, Felicia and Letitia,<br>
+Bona, Jonah and Mona,<br>
+Queenie, Teenie and Weenie,<br>
+Edward, Nedward, Tedward,<br>
+Dom, Pom and Tom,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Muric, Uric and Zurich,<br>
+Doddard, Goddard and Stoddard,<br>
+Heggie, Meggie and Peggie,<br>
+Darvey, Harvey and Jarvey,<br>
+Haddox, Maddox and Zaddox,<br>
+Joel, Loel and Noel,<br>
+Aaron, Saron and Zaron,<br>
+Bilhah, Hillah and Zillah,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Anneline, Fannylene &amp; Nannylene,<br>
+Albina, Aldina and Alvina,<br>
+Annie, Fannie and Nanny,<br>
+Elim, Phelim and Selim,<br>
+Bobbie, Robbie &amp; Zobbie,<br>
+Alma, Palma and Talma,<br>
+Gillis, Phillis and Willis,<br>
+Bettylene, Hettylene &amp; Lettylene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Bennet, Jennet and Kennet,<br>
+Dobe, Job and Robe,<br>
+Bruce, Druce and Pruce,<br>
+Lillybella, Millybella &amp; Tillybella,<br>
+Baruch, Karuch and Saruch,<br>
+Kilbert, Wilbert and Zilbert,<br>
+Leo, Neo and Zeo,<br>
+Dosabel, Josabel and Rosabel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Darion, Marion and Sarion,<br>
+Devalene, Evalene and Nevalene,<br>
+Josephine, Mosephine &amp; Rosephine,<br>
+Ezra, Dezra and Kezra,<br>
+Dollybella, Mollybella &amp; Pollybella,<br>
+Halena, Kalena and Salena,<br>
+Byra, Dyra and Lyra,<br>
+Iralene, Liralene and Miralene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Lavinia, Savinia and Vavinia,<br>
+Duckylene, Luckylene and Zuckylene,<br>
+Tiglath-Pileser and Tilgath-Pilneser,<br>
+Abinadab, Ahinadab and Aminadab,<br>
+Abimelech, Ahimelech and Elimelech,<br>
+Felix, Kelix and Selix,<br>
+Alpheus, Dalpheus and Ralpheus,<br>
+Balak, Halak and Lamech,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Randal, Sandal and Vandal,<br>
+Arabella, Carrabella and Clarabella,<br>
+Harriet, Marriet and Varriet,<br>
+Abilene, Mabilene and Rabilene,<br>
+Erwin, Kirwin and Mirwin,<br>
+Agar, Dagar and Zagar,<br>
+Alice, Dalice and Zalice,<br>
+Bab, Tab and Zab,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Emmeline, Femmeline and Jemmeline,<br>
+Lemmeline, Pemmeline and Zemmeline,<br>
+Haggylene, Maggylene and Peggylene,<br>
+Hilda, Kilda and Lilda,<br>
+Milda, Tilda and Zilda,<br>
+B&mdash;etta, C&mdash;etta and D&mdash;etta,<br>
+E&mdash;etta, G&mdash;etta and V&mdash;etta,<br>
+Catalina, Matalina and Patalina,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Lerman, Merman and Zerman,<br>
+Ariel, Dariel and Zariel,<br>
+Gibeon, Tibeon and Zibeon,<br>
+Jessie, Kessie and Sessie,<br>
+Dias, Pius, Thias and Zius,<br>
+Doll, Moll, Poll and Noll,<br>
+A&mdash;etta, J&mdash;etta, K&mdash;etta and Mayetta,<br>
+Annabella, Fannybella and Nannybella,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Boy, Foy, Joy and Moy,<br>
+A&mdash;, J&mdash;, K&mdash;and May,<br>
+Eliza, Ebiza, Ediza, and Egisa,<br>
+Ehiza, Eniza, Eriza and Etiza,<br>
+Bell, Nell, Val and Zell,<br>
+Bem, Em, Sem and Zem,<br>
+Arc, Clark, Mark and Park,<br>
+Kat, Nat, Mat and Pat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Celia, Delia, Melia and Zelia,<br>
+Phil, Till, Will and Zill,<br>
+Binny, Dinny, Finny and Jinny,<br>
+Birza, Girza, Mirza and Tirza,<br>
+Edwin, Fredwin, Nedwin, and Tedwin,<br>
+Jorah, Korah, Nora and Zorah,<br>
+Boswald, Goswald, Oswald and Roswald,<br>
+Carley, Charley, Harley and Varley,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Clara, Lara, Sara and Zara,<br>
+Florace, Horace, Morris and Norris,<br>
+Cary, Fairy, Mary and Sary,<br>
+Barry, Carrie, Harry and Larry,<br>
+Crissy, Kissy, Sissy and Melissy,<br>
+Harman, Darman, Jarman and Sharman,<br>
+Ubenia, Igenia, Ulenia and Uphemia,<br>
+Birene, Irene, Mirene and Sirene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Acelius, Adelius, Afelius and Amelius,<br>
+Anelius, Apelius, Arelius and Avelius,<br>
+Dannah, Hannah, Jannah and Mannah,<br>
+Aram, Naram, Saram and Zaram,<br>
+Benny, Denny, Jenny and Kenny,<br>
+Albert, Dalbert, Falbert and Salbert,<br>
+Barlo, Carlo, Marlo and Varlo,<br>
+Jemuel, Kemuel, Lemuel and Shemuel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Bon, Con, Don and John,<br>
+Cain, Jane, Mayne and Payne,<br>
+Jimmy, Mimmy, Simmy and Timmy,<br>
+Dick, Hick, Mick and Nick,<br>
+Ally, Lally, Sally and Vally,<br>
+Bill, Hill, Lill, Mill and Phil,<br>
+Bolo, Molo, Polo, Rollo and Solo,<br>
+Levi, Nevi, Sevi, Vevi and Zevi,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Hatty, Katty, Matty, Natty and Patty,<br>
+Billy, Lily, Milly, Tilly and Willy,<br>
+Dolly, Jolly, Molly, Nolly and Polly,<br>
+Dizzy, Kizzy, Lizzy, Sizzy and Tizzy,<br>
+Eddy, Freddy, Neddy, Ready and Teddy,<br>
+Beric, Deric, Eric, Leric and Zeric,<br>
+Eva, Deva, Neva, Seva and Zeva,<br>
+Addi, Daddi, Laddi, Vaddi and Zaddi,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dina, Mina, Nina, Vina and Zina,<br>
+Adar, Badar, Kadar, Nadar and Zadar,<br>
+Bira, Ira, Kira, Lira, Mira and Sira,<br>
+Chloe, Floe, Joey, Loe, Moe and Zoe,<br>
+Agg, Dagg, Greig, Mag, Peg and Zag,<br>
+Bell, Hal, Lal, Mell, Nell and Sal,<br>
+Jim, Kim, Nim, Sim, Tim, Vim and Zim,<br>
+Ann, Dan, Fan, Jan, Nan, Pan and San,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mother and Father Debating on what to call Baby."
+src="images/page056a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="057"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#056">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#058">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 57&mdash;Name Land</h3>
+<center><i>All Old Dollies should be hunted up and Named.</i></center>
+<p>
+<b>Three Hundred more Names for Dollies, Doggies, Pussies, and
+Babies.</b>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Abigail and Abihail,<br>
+Allamlech &amp; Anammelech,<br>
+Azariah and Hezekiah,<br>
+Boyetta and Joyetta,<br>
+Hosea and Josea,<br>
+Baxter and Dexter,<br>
+Deleus and Peleus,<br>
+Borcas and Dorcas,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dickylene and Mickylene,<br>
+Dicketta and Micketta,<br>
+Bennylene and Rennielene,<br>
+Billyetta and Willyetta,<br>
+Daddylene and Laddilene,<br>
+Dinahlene and Ninalene,<br>
+Claudelene and Maudelene,<br>
+Ruthetta and Truthetta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Ducylene and Lucylene,<br>
+Jinnyetta and Winnyetta,<br>
+Fidalene and Idalene,<br>
+Adalene and Saidalene,<br>
+Beckylene and Jackylene,<br>
+Arthuretta &amp; Marthuretta,<br>
+Claudelena and Maudelena,<br>
+Marianetta and Sarianetta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Elizalene and Erizalene,<br>
+Coraetta and Doraetta,<br>
+Millylene and Tillylene,<br>
+Simonetta and Timonetta,<br>
+Lucyetta and Nucyetta,<br>
+Marylene and Sarylene,<br>
+Lubyetta and Rubyetta,<br>
+Claralene and Sarahlene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Bennyetta and Jennyetta,<br>
+Gladdilena and Paddylena,<br>
+Maryetta and Sarietta,<br>
+Borgialene and Georgialene,<br>
+Cyliene and Lyliene,<br>
+Maxalene and Rexaline,<br>
+Maxetta and Rexetta,<br>
+Maxabella and Rexabella,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Selina and Serena,<br>
+Sallyetta and Vallyetta,<br>
+Iralena and Myralena,<br>
+Bessielena and Jessielena,<br>
+Honeylene and Moneylene,<br>
+Bertielina and Gertielina,<br>
+Gilbertine and Wilbertine,<br>
+Julietta and Tulietta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Biddylene and Liddylene,<br>
+Edwardetta &amp; Tedwardetta,<br>
+Bertielene and Gertieline,<br>
+Henryetta and Kenryetta,<br>
+Carrielene and Harrylene,<br>
+Bennylene and Glennylene,<br>
+Nellyetta and Sellyetta,<br>
+Bobbielene and Robbielene,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Cornelia and Cordelia,<br>
+Sundaylena &amp; Mondaylena,<br>
+Hellen and Tellin,<br>
+Angelus and Vangelus,<br>
+Saletta and Valetta,<br>
+Irene and Ilene,<br>
+Kittylene and Mytilene,<br>
+Iralius and Myralius,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Pussies have Thrown Dolly out of the Cradle."
+src="images/page057a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Southetta and Louthetta,<br>
+Melbalena and Selbalena,<br>
+Lidneylena &amp; Sydneylena,<br>
+Adelena and Madelena,<br>
+Mirthelena and Perthalena,<br>
+Brisbanetta and Lisbonetta,<br>
+Rasmanetta &amp; Tasmanetta,<br>
+Lowrylena and Maorilena,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dollybel, Mollybel and Pollybel,<br>
+Catilius, Matilius, and Patilius,<br>
+Cinalene, Hinalene and Linalene,<br>
+Bess, Chess, Hess and Zess,<br>
+Didas, Fidas and Midas,<br>
+Linalene, Winalene and Zinalene,<br>
+Dillius, Millius and Fillius,<br>
+Hestor, Lestor and Nestor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dollyus, Mollyus and Pollyus,<br>
+Lene, Mene, Tene and Vene,<br>
+Basalene, Masalene and Vasalene,<br>
+Lucia, Mucia and Nucia,<br>
+Danope, Fanope and Panope,<br>
+Hero, Nero, Pero and Thero,<br>
+Ida, Sida, Vida and Zida,<br>
+Hictor, Rictor and Victor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Belus, Helus, Nelus and Zelus,<br>
+Eno, Leno and Zeno,<br>
+Daniel, Ananial and Nathaniel,<br>
+Abel, Jabel, Mabal and Nabal,<br>
+Kish, Mish and Wish,<br>
+Dolletta, Molletta and Polletta,<br>
+Haletta, Naletta and Saletta,<br>
+Barryetta, Harryetta &amp; Larryetta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl with Dolls: Sheltering from Rain."
+src="images/page057b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Abeletta, Mabeletta &amp; Nabeletta,<br>
+Lilyetta, Millyetta and Tillyetta,<br>
+Bonalene, Jonahlene &amp; Monalene,<br>
+Deolene, Neolene and Leolene,<br>
+Jimmylene, Simmylene, Timmylene,<br>
+Ino, Dino, Kino and Mino,<br>
+Dana, Hana, Jana and Nana,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Annetta, Fanetta and Nanetta,<br>
+Edicus, Tedicus and Fredicus,<br>
+Eddyetta, Teddyetta &amp; Freddyetta,<br>
+Emilus, Remilus and Zemilus,<br>
+Faula, Paula and Saula,<br>
+Callio, Sallio and Vallio,<br>
+Delios, Helios and Melios,<br>
+Deo, Leo, Neo and Zeo,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+Dollian, Mollian and Pollian,<br>
+Dorabella, Florabella, Norabella,<br>
+Lilo, Milo, Philo, Silo and Tilo,<br>
+Bella, Kella, Nella and Stella,<br>
+Dollyetta, Lollyetta &amp; Nollyetta,<br>
+Sunnylena, Honeylena, Moneylena,<br>
+Moonelena, Noonelena, Doonelena,<br>
+Stellalena, Bellalena &amp; Ellalena,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are all good names for dolls.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E.W.C.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl Scolding Dog for breaking Dolly."
+src="images/page057c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<i>P.S. Nebuchadnezzar and Nebuchadrezzar,</i><br>
+<i>Wandiligong &amp; Croajingoalong,</i><br>
+<i>Are four good names for pussies.</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="058"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#057">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#059">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 58&mdash;Temper Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Bad-Tempered Baby Boy." src="images/page058a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good Mamma</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Love, come and sit upon my knee,<br>
+And give me kisses, one, two, three,<br>
+And tell me whether you love me.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My baby.<br>
+<p>
+For this I'm sure, that I love you,<br>
+And many, many things I do,<br>
+And many an hour I sit and sew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For baby.<br>
+<p>
+And then at night I lie awake,<br>
+Thinking of things that I can make,<br>
+And trouble that I mean to take<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For baby.<br>
+<p>
+An when you're good and do not cry,<br>
+Nor into angry passions fly,<br>
+You can't think how papa and I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Love baby.<br>
+<p>
+But if my little child should grow<br>
+To be a naughty child, I know<br>
+'Twould grieve mamma to serve her so,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My baby.<br>
+<p>
+And when you saw me pale and thin,<br>
+By grieving for my baby's sin,<br>
+I think you'd wish that you had been<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A better baby.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>How They Made Up</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Two naughty little people<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had a quarrel one sad day,<br>
+Each said that with the other,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She never more would play.<br>
+<p>
+And so upon each other<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their little backs they turned,<br>
+And all the old time fondness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alas! they coldly spurned.<br>
+<p>
+But oh! their angry hearts grew weary,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The anger died away,<br>
+Each hoped that soon the other<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would have a word to say.<br>
+<p>
+Each waited, oh! how sadly!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each moved a little near,<br>
+And each "around the corner"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Began, at last, to peer.<br>
+<p>
+Then Nellie held her dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To Annie with a smile:<br>
+"You may have it if you want to.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An play with it awhile."<br>
+<p>
+Then Annie quickly followed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The rule she knew was right:<br>
+"I've got an apple, Nellie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll give you a big bite."<br>
+And somehow the sweet faces<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Met fair and square at last,<br>
+And kisses sweet and loving<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sent the quarrel flying fast.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Whimpy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Whimpy, little Whimpy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cried so much one day;<br>
+His grandma couldn't stand it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his mother ran away!<br>
+He was waiting by the window<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they all came home to tea.<br>
+And a gladder boy than Whimpy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You never need hope to see!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Naughty, Naughty, Naughty Girl."
+src="images/page058b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Master Cross Patch</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cross Patch, cross Patch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What's the matter now?<br>
+Why that wail of fretfulness,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a scowl upon your brow?<br>
+<p>
+Milk upset and wasted!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Water in your plate,<br>
+No one's sorry, old cross Patch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For your wretched fate.<br>
+<p>
+You began the morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a frown, my lad<br>
+And every word that you have said<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has made your mother sad.<br>
+<p>
+And by your pettish temper,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You've spoiled your breakfast, too.<br>
+Cross Patch, cross Patch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No one pities you.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sulky Sarah</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why is Sarah standing there,<br>
+Leaning down upon a chair,<br>
+With such an angry lip and brow?<br>
+I wonder what's the matter now.<br>
+<p>
+Come here my dear and tell me true,<br>
+It is because I spoke to you<br>
+About the work you'd done so slow,<br>
+That you are standing fretting so?<br>
+<p>
+Why then, indeed, I'm grieved to see,<br>
+That you can so ill-tempered be:<br>
+You make your fault a great deal worse<br>
+By being angry and perverse.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! how much better 'twould appear,<br>
+To see you shed a humble tear,<br>
+And then to hear you meekly say,<br>
+"I'll not do so another day."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sulking Girl." src="images/page058c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="059"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#058">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#060">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 59&mdash;Temper Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Naughty Bad-Tempered Boy who broke his
+Sister's Playthings." src="images/page059a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A New Year's Gift</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A charming present comes from town,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A baby-house quite neat;<br>
+With kitchen, parlours, dining-room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And chambers, all complete.<br>
+<p>
+A gift to Emma and to Rose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From grandpa it came;<br>
+The little Rosa smil'd delight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Emma did the same.<br>
+<p>
+They eagerly examin'd all&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The furniture was gay;<br>
+And in the rooms they plac'd their dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When dress'd in fine array.<br>
+<p>
+At night, their little candles lit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And as they must be fed,<br>
+To supper down the dolls were plac'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then were put to bed.<br>
+<p>
+Thus Rose and Emma pass'd each hour<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Devoted to their play;<br>
+And long were cheerful, happy, kind&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No cross disputes had they.<br>
+<p>
+Till Rose in baby-house would change<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The chairs which were below<br>
+"This carpet they would better suit;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I think I'll have it so."<br>
+<p>
+"No, no indeed," her sister said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm older, Rose, than you;<br>
+And I'm the pet&mdash;the house is mine:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss, what I say is true."<br>
+<p>
+The quarrel grew to such a height,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mamma she heard the noise,<br>
+And coming in, beheld the floor<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All strew'd with broken toys.<br>
+<p>
+"O fie, my Emma! naughty Rose!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Say, why this sulk and pout?<br>
+Remember this is New Year's Day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And both are going out."<br>
+<p>
+Now Betty calls the little girls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To come upstairs and dress:<br>
+They still revile, with threats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And angry rage express.<br>
+<p>
+But just prepar'd to leave their room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Persisting yet in strife,<br>
+Rose sick'ning fell on Betty's lap.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As void of sense or life.<br>
+<p>
+Mamma appear'd at Betty's call&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;John for the doctor goes;<br>
+The measles, he begins to think,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dread symptoms all disclose.<br>
+<p>
+"But though I stay, my Emma, you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;May go and spend the day."<br>
+"O no, mamma," replied the child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do suffer me to stay.<br>
+<p>
+"Beside my sister's bed I'll sit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And watch her with such care,<br>
+"No pleasure can I e'er enjoy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till she my pleasure share.<br>
+<p>
+"How silly now seems our dispute,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not one of us she knows;<br>
+How pale she looks, how hard she breathes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor pretty little Rose!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Adelaide Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Quarrelling</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Let dogs delight to bark and bite,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For God hath made them so<br>
+Let bears and lions growl and fight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For 'tis their nature too.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Dr Watts<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Angry Words</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Poison-drops of care and sorrow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bitter poison-drops are they,<br>
+Weaving for the coming morrow,<br>
+Saddest memories of to-day.<br>
+<p>
+Angry words, oh! let them never<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From the tongue unbridled slip;<br>
+May the heart's best impulse ever<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Check them ere they soil the lip.<br>
+<p>
+Love is much too pure and holy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Friendship is too sacred far,<br>
+For a moment's reckless folly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus to desolate and mar.<br>
+<p>
+Angry words are lightly spoken,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred,<br>
+Brightest links of life are broken,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By a single angry word.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Tear And The Smile</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little tear and a little smile<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Set out to run a race;<br>
+We watched them closely all the while&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their course was baby's face.<br>
+<p>
+The little tear he got the start<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We really feared he'd win,<br>
+He ran so fast and made a dart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Straight for her dimpled chin.<br>
+<p>
+But somehow, it was very queer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We watched them all the while&mdash;<br>
+The little, shining, fretful tear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Got beaten by the smile.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Love One Another</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Silly little Mary,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sulking all the day,<br>
+While the other children<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Run about and play.<br>
+<p>
+Silly little Mary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wears a peevish look,<br>
+When she sees the others<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing at the brook.<br>
+<p>
+Silly little Mary,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will not skip or swing,<br>
+Won't at puss-in-corner play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Won't do anything.<br>
+<p>
+Silly little Mary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hides behind the bank,<br>
+In among the roots and weeds,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All so thick and rank.<br>
+<p>
+Mary hears a footstep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'er the velvet moss,<br>
+Sees a roguish little face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It is Willie Ross.<br>
+<p>
+I have found you, Mary.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Won't you come play too?<br>
+And with cheeks all crimsoned,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whispers&mdash;I love you.<br>
+<p>
+Ah! but love has conquered<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fall the tears like rain,<br>
+Then our little Mary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is herself again.<br>
+<p>
+Where are sulks and tears now?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All are fled away.<br>
+And our little Mary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will both laugh and play.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Naughty Sulky Boy." src="images/page059b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="060"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#059">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#061">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 60&mdash;Naughtiness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Bad-Tempered Girl." src="images/page060a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Anger</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! anger is an evil thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And spoils the fairest face;<br>
+It cometh like a rainy cloud<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon a sunny place.<br>
+<p>
+One angry moment often does<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What we repent for years:<br>
+It works the wrong we ne'er make right<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By sorrow or tears.<br>
+<p>
+It speaks the rude and cruel word<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That wounds a feeling breast:<br>
+It strikes the reckless sudden blow&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It breaks the household rest.<br>
+<p>
+We dread the dog that turns in play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All snapping, fierce and quick;<br>
+We shun the steed whose temper shows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In strong and savage kick.<br>
+<p>
+But how much more we find to blame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When passion wildly swells<br>
+In hearts where kindness has been taught,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And brains where reason dwells!<br>
+<p>
+The hand of peace is frank and warm<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And soft as a ring-dove's wing;<br>
+And he who quells an angry thought<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is greater than a king.<br>
+<p>
+Shame to the lips that ever seek<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To stir up jarring strife,<br>
+When gentleness would shed so much<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of Christian joy through life!<br>
+<p>
+Ever remember in thy youth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That he who firmly tries<br>
+To conquer an to rule himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is noble, brave and wise.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Eliza Cook<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Little Girl That Beat Her Sister</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your little sister dear;<br>
+I must not have such things as this,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor noisy quarrels here.<br>
+<p>
+What! little children scold and fight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That ought to be so mild:<br>
+Oh! Mary, 'tis a shocking sight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see an angry child.<br>
+<p>
+I can't imagine, for my part,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The reason of your folly,<br>
+As if she did you any hurt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By playing with your dolly.<br>
+<p>
+See, see the little tears that run<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So quickly from her eye:<br>
+Come, my sweet innocent, have done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twill do no good to cry.<br>
+<p>
+Go, Mary, wipe her tears away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And make it up with kisses:<br>
+And never turn a pretty play<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To such a pet as this is.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Home Peace</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Whatever brawls disturb the street<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There should be peace at home;<br>
+Where sisters dwell and brothers meet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quarrels should never come."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Dr. Watts<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Dick Snappy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Dick Snappy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was always unhappy<br>
+Because he did nothing but fret;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when he once cried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas in vain that you tried<br>
+To make him his troubles forget.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His mother once brought him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A drum, which she bought him<br>
+Hard by at a neighbouring fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gave such another<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To Edward his brother,<br>
+And left them their pleasures to share.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Edward began,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a nice little man,<br>
+To play with his little new drum;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Dick, with a pout,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Only turned his about<br>
+In his hands, and looked sulky and glum.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"What's the matter, dear Dick?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You look sad; are you sick?<br>
+Come, march like a soldier with me:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The enemy comes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Let us beat on our drums,<br>
+And mamma will out merriment see."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"No! I don't like my new toy,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said my ill-humoured boy,<br>
+"And yours is the best and most new;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you'll give me yours,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then I'll go out of doors;<br>
+But if not, I'll kick mine in two."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh no! brother, no&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pray do not say so<br>
+Of a trifle, in anger and haste;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though they are equally new,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet my drum I'll give you,<br>
+But I've tied it in knots round my waist."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then quarrelsome Dick<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gave his brother a kick;<br>
+But he did not give him another,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But, saying no more,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Edward walked to the door,<br>
+Only giving one look at his brother.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then, bursting with spite,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his utmost of might<br>
+Master Dick trod his drum on the floor;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The parchment did crack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When lo; Edward comes back,<br>
+And his drum in his hands then he bore.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The string is untied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dearest brother," he cried&mdash;<br>
+"So now I with pleasure will change;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But when Dick's drum he found<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lying broke on the ground,<br>
+Oh! how did his countenance change.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm really ashamed,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dick, sobbing, exclaimed,<br>
+"At the difference between you and me;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But continue my friend,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I'll try to amend,<br>
+And a good-tempered fellow to be."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Which Shall It Be, Dear?</b></center><br>
+<p>
+If fretting pays you, fret;<br>
+And get into a pet,<br>
+And slam and bang<br>
+The doors with a whang,<br>
+And flame and flare,<br>
+And say "Don't care."<br>
+And slip round sly,<br>
+And make the baby cry,<br>
+And thus get sent to bed, to sob it out.<br>
+<p>
+But if it does not pay<br>
+Why then, my dear, do pray<br>
+Just do the other thing,<br>
+And toot and sing,<br>
+And whistle like a bird.<br>
+Letting your voice be heard,<br>
+From morn till night,<br>
+In echoes bright,<br>
+Sending the best of cheer into the home.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="I will be Good, Mamma." src="images/page060b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="061"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#060">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#062">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 61&mdash;Naughtiness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Quarrelsome Boys." src="images/page061a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Govern Your Temper</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, Govern your temper!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For music, the sweetest,<br>
+Was never so sweet&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor one-half so divine,<br>
+As a heart kept in tune,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which, the moment thou greetest,<br>
+Breathes harmony dearer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than notes can combine!<br>
+<p>
+Never say it is nature.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And may not be cured;<br>
+One tithe of the time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which to music we yield<br>
+Would render the conquest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of temper insured,<br>
+And bring us more music<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than a song e'er revealed.<br>
+<p>
+Oh, govern your temper!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For roses, the fairest,<br>
+Were never so fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor so rich in perfume,<br>
+As the flowers, which e'en thou,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Chilly winter sparest&mdash;<br>
+The flowers of the heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which unchangingly bloom!<br>
+<p>
+Never think it is nature&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For oh! if it be,<br>
+The sooner the spirit<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of nature is shown<br>
+That the spirit of heaven<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is higher than she,<br>
+The sooner, the longer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will love be our own.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Bad, Wicked Bully." src="images/page061b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Where Do You Live</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I knew a man, and his name was Horner,<br>
+He used to live at Grumble Corner,&mdash;<br>
+Grumble Corner, in Cross Patch Town,&mdash;<br>
+And he never was seen without a frown.<br>
+He grumbled at this, he grumbled at that;<br>
+He growled at the dog, he growled at the cat;<br>
+He grumbled at morning, he grumbled at night,<br>
+And to grumble and growl was his chief delight.<br>
+<p>
+He grumbled so much at his wife, that she<br>
+Began to grumble as well as he;<br>
+And all the children wherever they went<br>
+Reflected their parents' discontent.<br>
+If the sky was dark and betokened rain,<br>
+Then Mr. Horner was sure to complain;<br>
+And if there was never a cloud about,<br>
+He'd grumble because of threatened drought.<br>
+<p>
+One day, as I loitered along the street,<br>
+My old acquaintance I chanced to meet.<br>
+Whose face was without the look of care<br>
+And the ugly frown it used to wear.<br>
+"I may be mistaken, perhaps," I said.<br>
+As, after saluting, I turned my head;<br>
+"But it is, and it isn't, the Mr. Horner<br>
+Who lived so long at Grumble Corner."<br>
+<p>
+I met him next day, and I met him again,<br>
+In melting weather, in pouring rain;<br>
+When stocks were up and when stocks were down;<br>
+But a smile, somehow, had replac'd the frown.<br>
+It puzzled me much, and so, one day,<br>
+I seized his hand in a friendly way,<br>
+And said "Mr. Horner, I'd like to know<br>
+What can have happened to change you so."<br>
+<p>
+He laughed a laugh that was good to hear,<br>
+For it told of a conscience calm and clear,<br>
+And he said, with none of the old-time drawl,<br>
+"Why, I've changed my residence, that is all."<br>
+"Changed your residence?" "Yes," said Horner,<br>
+"It wasn't healthy at Grumble Corner,<br>
+And so I've moved: 'twas a change complete;<br>
+And you'll find me now at Thanksgiving Street."<br>
+<p>
+And every day, as I move along<br>
+The streets, so filled with busy throng,<br>
+I watch each face, and can always tell<br>
+Where men, and women, and children dwell.<br>
+And many a discontented mourner<br>
+Is spending his days at Grumble Corner,<br>
+Sour and sad, whom I long to entreat<br>
+To take a house in Thanksgiving Street.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Temper</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bad temper, go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You shall never stay with me;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bad temper, go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You and I shall never agree.<br>
+<p>
+For I will always be kind, and mild,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gentle pray to be,<br>
+And do to others as I wish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That they should do to me.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Temper bad<br>
+With me shall never stay;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Temper bad<br>
+Can never be happy and gay.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Naughty Boys Fighting." src="images/page061c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="062"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#061">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#063">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 62&mdash;Pride Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Vain old Fop." src="images/page062a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Fine Lady</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Did ever you see such wondrous airs!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, oh! my Lady Jane!<br>
+Your airs will blow you quite away,<br>
+You'll go to Vanity-land to stay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And ne'er come back again.<br>
+<p>
+Pray, what's the price of your hat my dear?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And what'll you take for your gloves?<br>
+And how'll you sell each pink kid shoe?<br>
+And your wonderful dressed-up poodle, too?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You're a precious pair of loves.<br>
+<p>
+You're all too fine for us, you know,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With your airs and stately tread,<br>
+From your pretty feet to your pretty dress,<br>
+And up to your ruffled neck, oh, yes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And on to your feathered head.<br>
+<p>
+So go your way, my Lady Jane,<br>
+Till you come from Vanity-land again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<center><b>To A Little Girl Who Liked To Look In The
+Glass</b></center><br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left"><p>
+Why is my silly girl so vain,<br>
+Looking in the glass again?<br>
+For the meekest flower of spring<br>
+Is a gayer little thing.<br>
+<p>
+Is your merry eye so blue<br>
+As the violet, wet with dew?<br>
+Yet it loves the best to hide<br>
+By the hedge's shady side.<br>
+<p>
+Is your bosom half so fair<br>
+As the modest lilies are?<br>
+Yet their little bells are hung<br>
+Bright and shady leaves among.<br>
+<p>
+When your cheek the brightest glows,<br>
+Is it redder than the rose?<br>
+But its sweetest buds are seen<br>
+Almost hid with moss and green.<br>
+<p>
+Little flowers that open gay,<br>
+Peeping forth at break of day,<br>
+In the garden, hedge, or plain,<br>
+Have more reason to be vain.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Ragged Girl's Sunday</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Oh, dear Mamma, that little girl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forgets this is the day<br>
+When children should be clean and neat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And read and learn and pray!<br>
+<p>
+Her face is dirty and her frock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Holes in her stockings, see;<br>
+Her hair is such a fright, oh, dear!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How wicked she must be!<br>
+<p>
+She's playing in the kennel dirt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With ragged girls and boys;<br>
+But I would not on Sunday touch<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My clean and pretty toys.<br>
+<p>
+I go to church, and sit so still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I in the garden walk,<br>
+Or take my stool beside the fire,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hear nice Sunday talk.<br>
+<p>
+I read my bible, learn my hymns,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My catechism say;<br>
+That wicked little girl does not&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She only cares to play."<br>
+<p>
+"Ah! hush that boasting tone, my love,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Repress self-glorying pride;<br>
+You can do nothing of yourself&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Friends all your actions guide."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Criminal Pride</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hark the rustle of a dress<br>
+Stiff with lavish costliness!<br>
+Here comes on whose cheek would flush<br>
+But to have her garment brush<br>
+'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin<br>
+Wove the weary 'broidery in,<br>
+Bending backward from her toil,<br>
+Lest her tears the silk might soil,<br>
+And in midnight's chill and murk,<br>
+Stitched her life into the work.<br>
+Little doth the wearer heed<br>
+Of the heart-break in the brede;<br>
+A hyena by her side<br>
+Skulks, down-looking&mdash;it is Pride.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. R. Lowell<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Foolish Fanny</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! Fanny was so vain a lass,<br>
+If she came near a looking-glass,<br>
+She'd stop right there for many a minute<br>
+To see how pretty she looked in it.<br>
+<p>
+She'd stand and prink, and fix her hair<br>
+Around her forehead with great care;<br>
+And take some time to tie a bow<br>
+That must, to please her, lie just so.<br>
+<p>
+Her mother's bonnet she'd put on,<br>
+And all her richest dresses don,<br>
+And up and down the room parade,<br>
+And much enjoy her promenade.<br>
+<p>
+She always liked to wear the best<br>
+She had, and being so much dress'd<br>
+Could not enjoy the romps with those<br>
+Who wore much less expensive clothes.<br>
+<p>
+Each day she grew so fond of dress<br>
+It gave her great unhappiness<br>
+If every day, and all the while,<br>
+She wasn't in the latest style.<br>
+<p>
+If asked to turn the jumping-rope<br>
+Her pretty parasol she'd ope,<br>
+Lest she should freckle in the sun:<br>
+And that was her idea of fun!<br>
+<p>
+She didn't dare to take the cat<br>
+Or poodle-dog from off the mat,<br>
+Lest they should catch their little toes<br>
+In laces, frills, or furbelows.<br>
+<p>
+The very things that gave her joy,<br>
+Her peace and comfort would destroy,<br>
+For oft an ugly nail would tear<br>
+The costly dress she chose to wear.<br>
+<p>
+The foolish girl turned up her nose<br>
+At those who dressed in plainer clothes,<br>
+And lived in quiet style, for she<br>
+With wealthy people chose to be<br>
+<p>
+She never was the least inclined<br>
+With knowledge to enrich her mind;<br>
+And all the mental food she ate<br>
+Was served upon a fashion-plate.<br>
+<p>
+As this was so, you'll see at once<br>
+That Fan grew up a silly dunce:<br>
+An there was nothing to admire<br>
+About her, but her fine attire.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Foolish Fanny." src="images/page062b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="063"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#062">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#064">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 63&mdash;Pride Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mr. Importance walking along the street."
+src="images/page063a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pride</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come, come, Mr. Peacock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You must not be so proud,<br>
+Although you can boast such a train,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For there's many a bird<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Far more highly endowed,<br>
+And not half so conceited and vain.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Let me tell you, gay bird,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That a suit of fine clothes<br>
+Is a sorry distinction at most,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And seldom much valued<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Excepting by those<br>
+Who only such graces can boast.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The nightingale certainly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wears a plain coat,<br>
+But she cheers and delights with her song;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While you, though so vain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cannot utter a note<br>
+To please by the use of your tongue.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The hawk cannot boast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of a plumage so gay,<br>
+But more piercing and clear is her eye;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And while you are strutting<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;About all the day,<br>
+She gallantly soars in the sky.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The dove may be clad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In a plainer attire,<br>
+But she is not so selfish and cold;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her love and affection<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More pleasure inspire<br>
+Than all your fine purple and gold.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So, you see, Mr. Peacock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You must not be proud,<br>
+Although you can boast such a train,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For many a bird<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Is more highly endowed,<br>
+And not half so conceited and vain.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sinful Pride</b></center><br>
+<p>
+How proud we are, how fond to shew<br>
+Our clothes, and call them rich and new,<br>
+When the poor sheep and silkworm wore<br>
+That very clothing long before!<br>
+<p>
+The tulip and butterfly<br>
+Appear in gayer coats than I;<br>
+Let me be dress'd as fine as I will,<br>
+Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Dr. Watts<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Finery</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In a frock richly trimm'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a beautiful lace,<br>
+And hair nicely dress'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanging over her face,<br>
+Thus deck'd, Harriet went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the house of a friend,<br>
+With a large little party<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The ev'ning to spend.<br>
+<p>
+"Ah! how they will all<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be delighted, I guess,<br>
+And stare with surprise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At my elegant dress!"<br>
+Thus said the vain girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And her little heart beat,<br>
+Impatient the happy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Young party to meet.<br>
+<p>
+But, alas! they were all<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To intent on their fun,<br>
+To observe the gay clothes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This fine lady had on;<br>
+And thus all her trouble<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quite lost its design,<br>
+For they saw she was proud,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But forgot she was fine.<br>
+<p>
+'Twas Lucy, tho' only<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In simple white clad,<br>
+(Nor trimmings, nor laces,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor jewels she had,)<br>
+Whose cheerful good nature<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Delighted them more,<br>
+Than all the fine garments<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Harriet wore.<br>
+<p>
+'Tis better to have<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A sweet smile on one's face,<br>
+Than to wear a rich frock<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With an elegant lace,<br>
+For the good-natur'd girl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is lov'd best in the main,<br>
+If her dress is but decent,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tho' ever so plain.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+T I<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Fop</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little cane,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A high-crowned hat,<br>
+A fixed impression,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rather flat.<br>
+<p>
+A pointed shoe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A scanty coat,<br>
+A stand-up collar<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Round his throat<br>
+<p>
+A gorgeous necktie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Spreading wide,<br>
+A small moustache&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nine on a side.<br>
+<p>
+Arms at right angles,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Curved with ease,<br>
+A stilted walk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And shaky knees.<br>
+<p>
+A languid drawl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The "English" swing,<br>
+An air of knowing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything.<br>
+<p>
+A vacant stare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Extremely rude,<br>
+And there you have<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The perfect dude.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pride</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hark the rustle of a dress<br>
+Stiff with lavish costliness!<br>
+Here comes on whose cheek would flush<br>
+But to have her garment brush<br>
+'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin<br>
+Wove the weary 'broidery in,<br>
+Bending backward from her toil,<br>
+Lest her tears the silk might soil,<br>
+And in midnight's chill and murk,<br>
+Stitched her life into the work.<br>
+Shaping from her bitter thought,<br>
+Heart's-ease and forget-me-not,<br>
+Satirizing her despair<br>
+With the emblems woven there,<br>
+Little doth the wearer heed<br>
+Of the heart-break in the blede;<br>
+A hyena by her side<br>
+Skulks, down-looking&mdash;it is Pride.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. R. Lowell<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Vain Lizzie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+It surely is not good to see,<br>
+Lizzie so full of vanity,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So fond of dress and show.<br>
+For when a fine new frock she wears,<br>
+She gives herself most silly airs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wherever she may go.<br>
+<p>
+She thinks herself a charming girl;<br>
+But when folks see her twist and twirl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They stop in every street,<br>
+They smile, or fairly laugh outright,<br>
+And say: "She's really quite a sight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was ever such conceit?"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Vain Lizzie." src="images/page063b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="064"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#063">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#065">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 64&mdash;Naughtiness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Nelly giving Ned her Apple." src="images/page064a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Greedy Ned</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mamma gave our Nelly an apple,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So round, and big, and red;<br>
+It seemed, beside dainty wee Nelly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be almost as large as her head.<br>
+<p>
+Beside her young Neddie was standing&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Neddie loves apples, too,<br>
+"Ah! Nelly!" said Neddie, "give brother<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A bite of your apple&mdash;ah! do!"<br>
+<p>
+Dear Nelly held out the big apple;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ned opened his mouth very wide&mdash;<br>
+So wide, that the startled red apple<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Could almost have gone inside!<br>
+<p>
+And oh! what a bite he gave it!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The apple looked small, I declare,<br>
+When Ned gave it back to his sister,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaving that big bite there.<br>
+<p>
+Poor Nelly looked frightened a moment,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then a thought made her face grow bright;<br>
+"Here, Ned, you can take the apple&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>I'd rather have the bite!</i>"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Eva L. Carson, In "St. Nicholas"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Biggest Piece Of Pie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once, when I was a little boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I sat me down to cry,<br>
+Because my little brother had<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The biggest piece of pie.<br>
+<p>
+They said I was a naughty boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I have since seen men<br>
+Behave themselves as foolishly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As I behaved then.<br>
+<p>
+For we are often thankless for<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rich blessings when we sigh,<br>
+To think some lucky neighbour has<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A "bigger piece" of pie.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Greedy, Impatient Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! I am so hungry,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm sure I can't wait,<br>
+For my apple-pudding to cool,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So, Mary, be quick now<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And bring me a plate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For waiting for dinner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I always did hate,<br>
+Tho' forced oft to do it at school.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"But at home, when mamma<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Is not in the way,<br>
+I surely will do as I choose;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I do not care for<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What you please to say&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The pudding won't burn me&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No longer I'll stay.<br>
+What business have you to refuse?"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And now a large slice<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the pudding she got,<br>
+And, fearful she should have no more,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She cramm'd her mouth full<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the apple so hot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which had but a minute<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come out of the pot,<br>
+But quickly her triumph was o'er.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her mouth and her tongue<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Were so dreadfully sore,<br>
+And suffer'd such terrible pain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her pride and her consequence<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Soon were all o'er,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she said, now unable<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To eat any more,<br>
+"Oh! I never will do so again!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thus, by not minding<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What she had been told,<br>
+Young Ellinor lost all her treat;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Too greedy to wait<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Till the pudding was cold,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By being impatient,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Conceited, and bold,<br>
+Not a mouthful at last could she eat.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+C. Horwood.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Story Of An Apple</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Tommy, and Peter, and Archie, and Bob<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were walking, one day, when they found<br>
+An apple: 'twas mellow, and rosy, and red,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lying alone on the ground.<br>
+<p>
+Said Tommy: "I'll have it."  Said peter: "'Tis mine."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Archie: "I've got it; so there!"<br>
+Said Bobby: "Now, let us divide it in four parts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And each of us boys have a share."<br>
+<p>
+"No, no!" shouted Tommy, "I'll have it myself."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Peter: "I want it, I say."<br>
+Said Archie: "I've got it, and I'll have it all,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I won't give a morsel away."<br>
+<p>
+Then Tommy he snatched it, and Peter he fought,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;('Tis sad and distressing to tell!)<br>
+And Archie held on with his might and his main,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till out from his fingers it fell.<br>
+<p>
+Away from the quarrelsome urchins it flew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, down a green little hill<br>
+That apple it roll'd, and it roll'd, and it roll'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As if it would never be still.<br>
+<p>
+A lazy old brindle was nipping the grass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And switching her tail at the flies,<br>
+When all of a sudden the apple rolled down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And stopped just in front of her eyes.<br>
+<p>
+She gave but a bite and a swallow or two&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That apple was seen nevermore!<br>
+"I wish," whimpered Archie, and Peter, and Tom,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"We'd kept it and cut it in four."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Sydney Dyer<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Greedy Richard</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"I think I want some pies this morning"<br>
+Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;<br>
+So down he threw his slate and books,<br>
+And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's.<br>
+<p>
+And there he cast his greedy eyes<br>
+Round on the jellies and the pies,<br>
+So to select, with anxious care,<br>
+The very nicest that was there.<br>
+<p>
+At last the point was thus decided:<br>
+As his opinion was divided<br>
+'Twixt pie and jelly, he was loth<br>
+Either to leave, so took them both.<br>
+<p>
+Now Richard never could be pleas'd<br>
+To stop when hunger was appeas'd,<br>
+But he'd go on to eat and stuff,<br>
+Long after he had had enough.<br>
+<p>
+"I shan't take any more," said Dick,<br>
+"Dear me, I feel extremely sick:<br>
+I cannot eat this other bit;<br>
+I wish I had not tasted it."<br>
+<p>
+Then slowly rising from his seat,<br>
+He threw the cheesecake in the street,<br>
+And left the tempting pastry-cook's<br>
+With very discontented looks.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="065"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#064">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#066">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 65&mdash;Greediness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Plum Cake</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! I've got a plum cake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a rare feast I'll make,<br>
+I'll eat, and I'll stuff, and I'll cram;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Morning, noontime, and night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It shall be my delight;&mdash;<br>
+What a happy young fellow I am."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus said little George,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, beginning to gorge,<br>
+With zeal to his cake he applied;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While fingers and thumbs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the sweetmeats and plums,<br>
+Were hunting and digging besides.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But, woeful to tell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A misfortune befell,<br>
+Which ruin'd this capital fun!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;After eating his fill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was taken so ill,<br>
+That he trembled for what he had done.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As he grew worse and worse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The doctor and nurse,<br>
+To cure his disorder were sent;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And rightly, you'll think,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He had physic to drink,<br>
+Which made him his folly repent.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And while on his bed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He roll'd his hot head,<br>
+Impatient with sickness and pain;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He could not but take<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This reproof from his cake,<br>
+"Don't be such a glutton again!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Another Plum Cake</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh! I've got a plum cake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a feast let us make,<br>
+Come, school-fellows, come at my call;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I assure you 'tis nice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we'll each have a slice,<br>
+Here's more than enough for us all."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus said little Jack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As he gave it a smack,<br>
+And sharpen'd his knife for the job!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While round him a troop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Formed a clamorous group,<br>
+And hail'd him the king of the mob.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With masterly strength<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He cut thro' it at length,<br>
+And gave to each playmate a share;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dick, William, and James,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And many more names,<br>
+Partook of his benevolent care.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when it was done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they'd finish'd their fun,<br>
+To marbles or hoop they went back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And each little boy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Felt it always a joy<br>
+To do a good turn for good Jack.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his task and his book,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His best pleasures he took,<br>
+And as he thus wisely began,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Since he's been a man grown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He has constantly shown<br>
+That a good boy will make a good man.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Ann Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Great Glutton</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Twas the voice of the glutton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I heard him complain:<br>
+My waistcoat unbutton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll eat once again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Glutton</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The voice of the glutton<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I heard with disdain&mdash;<br>
+"I've not eaten this hour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I must eat again;<br>
+Oh! give me a pudding,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pie, or a tart,<br>
+A duck or a fowl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which I love from my heart.<br>
+<p>
+"How sweet is the picking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of capon or chicken!<br>
+A turkey and chine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are most charming and fine;<br>
+To eat and to drink<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All my pleasure is still,<br>
+I care not who wants<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So that I have my fill."<br>
+<p>
+Oh! let me not be,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a glutton, inclined<br>
+In feasting my body<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And starving my mind,<br>
+With moderate viands<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be thankful, and pray<br>
+That the Lord may supply me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With food the next day.<br>
+<p>
+Not always a-craving<br>
+With hunger still raving;<br>
+But little and sweet<br>
+Be the food that I eat.<br>
+To learning and wisdom<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh let me apply.<br>
+And leave to the glutton<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His pudding and pie.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Selfish Edith</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Selfish Edith, not to give<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her sister one, when she has two!<br>
+I wouldn't and I couldn't love<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A selfish girl like her, could you?<br>
+<p>
+Hear Bessie ask in plaintive tone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Please, Edith, let me play with one!"<br>
+While naughty Edith shakes her head:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I fear she'll have but little fun<br>
+<p>
+With toys unshared so selfishly;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But when she tires of lonely play,<br>
+Perhaps she'll secretly resolve<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be more kind another day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hoggish Henry</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! Henry eats like any pig;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He drives his mother mad.<br>
+She scolds. He does not care a fig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's really very sad.<br>
+<p>
+She says: "Your sister, little dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is always clean and neat;<br>
+And though she's younger by a year,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How nicely she can eat."<br>
+<p>
+It's all in vain. He does not care;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's shocking to behold.<br>
+The table-cloth and napkin there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are smeared in every fold.<br>
+<p>
+Upon the floor, crumbs thickly lie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As though for chickens laid,<br>
+Around his mouth and nose, oh fie!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is dirt of every shade.<br>
+<p>
+He looks, bedaubed with smear and stain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just like some savage wild,<br>
+His hands as forks are used, it's plain.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For shame! You dirty child!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Selfishness</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Look at the selfish man! see how he locks<br>
+Tight in his arms his mortgages and stocks!<br>
+While deeds and titles in his hand he grasps,<br>
+And gold and silver close around he clasps.<br>
+But not content with this, behind he drags<br>
+A cart well-laden with ponderous bags;<br>
+The orphan's wailings, and the widow's woe<br>
+From mercy's fountain cause no tears to flow;<br>
+He pours no cordial in the wounds of pain;<br>
+Unlocks no prison, and unclasps no chain;<br>
+His heart is like the rock where sun nor dew<br>
+Can rear one plant or flower of heavenly hue.<br>
+No thought of mercy there may have its birth,<br>
+For helpless misery or suffering worth;<br>
+The end of all his life is paltry pelf,<br>
+And all his thoughts are centred on&mdash;himself:<br>
+The wretch of both worlds; for so mean a sum,<br>
+First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our selfish Brother who became a Screw."
+src="images/page065a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="066"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#065">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#067">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 66&mdash;Lying Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Bad Boy blaming dog for Broken Vase."
+src="images/page066a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Bad Boy having broken a Vase told his Mother that the Dog did it, but
+when his Mother was going to beat the poor Innocent Dog he felt sorry,
+and told the truth.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Truthful Dottie; Or The Broken Vase</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Nellie and Dottie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both here mamma say,<br>
+"Pray from the drawing-room<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Keep away.<br>
+<p>
+Don't take your toys there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lest someone should call:<br>
+Run out in the garden<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With rope, bat and ball."<br>
+<p>
+The garden is lovely,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This bright summer day;<br>
+But Nellie and Dottie<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Too soon came away.<br>
+<p>
+Into the drawing-room<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dottie comes skipping,<br>
+With her new rope<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All the furniture flipping:<br>
+<p>
+Down goes the tall vase,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So golden and gay,<br>
+Smashed all to pieces,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"What will mamma say?"<br>
+<p>
+Cries Nell with her hands raised,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh Dottie, let's run;<br>
+They'll think it was pussy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who did it in fun."<br>
+<p>
+Dot answers, through big tears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"But, Nell, don't you see,<br>
+Though nobody watched us,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;God knows it was me.<br>
+<p>
+Mamma always says,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That, whatever we do,<br>
+The harm's not so great,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If we dare to be true.<br>
+<p>
+So I'll go up and tell her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It caught in my rope;<br>
+Perhaps she won't scold much,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At least, so I'll hope."<br>
+<p>
+"That's right!" cries her mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who stands by the door,<br>
+"I would rather have ten vases<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were smashed on the floor<br>
+<p>
+Than my children should once break<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The bright words of truth,<br>
+The dearest possession<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of age or of youth.<br>
+<p>
+The vase can be mended,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And scarce show a crack,<br>
+But a falsehood once spoken<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will never come back."<br>
+<p>
+However much grieved for<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By young folks or old,<br>
+An untruth once uttered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forever is told.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Liar Reclaimed</b></center><br>
+<p>
+O! 'tis a lovely thing for youth<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To walk betimes in wisdom's way;<br>
+To fear a lie, to speak the truth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That we may trust to all they say.<br>
+<p>
+But liars we can never trust,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tho' they should speak the thing that's
+true,<br>
+And he that does one fault at first,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lies to hide it, makes it two.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Truth</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why should you fear the truth to tell?<br>
+Does falsehood ever do you so well?<br>
+Can you be satisfied to know<br>
+There's something wrong to hide below<br>
+No! let your fault be what it may,<br>
+To own it is the happy way.<br>
+<p>
+So long as you your crime conceal,<br>
+You cannot light or gladsome feel;<br>
+Your heart will ever feel oppressed,<br>
+As if a weight were on your breast:<br>
+And e'en your mother's eye to meet<br>
+Will tinge your face with shame and heat.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>False Alarms</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Mary one day most loudly did call,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mamma! oh, mamma, pray come here!<br>
+A fall I have had&mdash;oh! a very sad fall."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mamma ran in haste and in fear;<br>
+Then Mary jump'd up, and she laugh'd in great glee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And cried, "Why, how fast you can run!<br>
+No harm has befallen, I assure you, to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My screaming was only in fun."<br>
+<p>
+Her mother was busy at work the next day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She heard from without a loud cry,<br>
+"The big dog has got me! O help me! Oh! pray!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He tears me&mdash;he bites me&mdash;I
+die!"<br>
+Mamma, all in terror, quick to the court<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there little Mary she found;<br>
+Who, laughing, said, "Madam, pray how do you do!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And curtsey'd quite down to the ground.<br>
+<p>
+That night little Mary, when long gone to bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shrill cries and loud shriekings were
+heard;<br>
+"I'm on fire, O mamma, come up or I'm dead!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mamma she believ'd not a word.<br>
+"Sleep, sleep, naughty child," she call'd out from
+below,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"How often have I been deceived?<br>
+You're telling a story, you very well know:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go to sleep, for you can't be believed."<br>
+<p>
+Yet still the child scream'd&mdash;now the house fill'd
+with smoke.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That fire is above Jane declares.<br>
+Alas! Mary's words they soon found were no joke,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When ev'ryone hastened upstairs.<br>
+All burnt and all seam'd is her once pretty face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And how terribly mark'd are her arms,<br>
+Her features all scarr'd, leave a lasting disgrace,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For giving Mamma false alarms.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Adelaide Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>To A Little Girl That Has Told A Lie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+And has my darling told a lie?<br>
+Did she forget that God was by?<br>
+That God who saw the thing she did,<br>
+From whom no action can be hid;<br>
+Did she forget that God could see,<br>
+And hear, wherever she might be?<br>
+<p>
+He made you eyes and can discern<br>
+Whichever way you think to turn;<br>
+He made your ears, and He can hear<br>
+When you think nobody is near;<br>
+In ev'ry place, by night or day,<br>
+He watches all you do and say.<br>
+<p>
+You thought, because you were alone,<br>
+Your falsehood never could be known,<br>
+But liars always are found out,<br>
+Whatever ways they wind about;<br>
+And always be afraid, my dear,<br>
+To tell a lie,&mdash;for God can hear!<br>
+<p>
+I wish, my dear, you'd always try<br>
+To act as shall not need a lie;<br>
+And when you wish a thing to do,<br>
+That has been once forbidden to you,<br>
+Remember that, and never dare<br>
+To disobey&mdash;For God is there!<br>
+<p>
+Why should you fear to tell me true?<br>
+Confess, and then I'll pardon you:<br>
+Tell me you're sorry, and you'll try<br>
+To act the better by and bye,<br>
+And then whate'er your crime has been,<br>
+It won't be half so great a sin.<br>
+<p>
+But cheerful, innocent, and gay,<br>
+As passes by the smiling day,<br>
+You'll never have to turn aside,<br>
+From any one your faults to hide;<br>
+Nor heave a sigh, nor have a fear,<br>
+That either God or I should hear.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Ann Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Blind Man reading to the Deaf and Dumb Man."
+src="images/page066b.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The Blind Man reading to the Deaf and Dumb Man after business hours,
+and their wicked Dog looking out.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="067"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#066">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#068">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 67&mdash;Laziness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Naughty lazy Boy who would not go to School."
+src="images/page067a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Idle Mary</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, Mary, this will never do!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This work is sadly done, my dear,<br>
+And such little of it too!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You have not taken pains, I fear.<br>
+<p>
+On no, your work has been forgotten,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed you've hardly thought of that;<br>
+I saw you roll your ball of cotton<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About the floor to please the cat.<br>
+<p>
+See, here are stitches straggling wide,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And others reaching down so far;<br>
+I'm very sure you have not tried<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At all to-day to please mamma.<br>
+<p>
+The little girl who will not sew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should never be allowed to play;<br>
+But then I hope, my love, that you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will take more pains another day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lazy Sal</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A lazy, lazy, lazy girl!<br>
+Her hair forever out of curl,<br>
+Her feet unshod, her hands unclean,<br>
+Her dress in tatters always seen.<br>
+<p>
+Lounging here and dawdling there,<br>
+Lying out 'most anywhere<br>
+About the barn-yard. Not a thought<br>
+Of studying lessons as she ought;<br>
+<p>
+But happiest when in sunny weather<br>
+She and "the other pig" together<br>
+Are playing tricks. No wonder, then,<br>
+The farmer, jolliest of men,<br>
+<p>
+Is apt to say, when tired out<br>
+With seeing her sprawling round about,<br>
+"Beats all what ails that lazy gal!<br>
+Why, piggy's twice as smart as Sal!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Work-bag</b></center><br>
+<p>
+To Jane her aunt a work-bag gave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of silk with flowers so gay,<br>
+That she a place might always have<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To put her work away.<br>
+<p>
+And then 'twas furnished quite complete<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With cotton, silk and thread,<br>
+And needless in a case so neat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of all the sizes made.<br>
+<p>
+A little silver thimble, too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was there among the rest;<br>
+And a large waxen doll, quite new,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That waited to be dress'd.<br>
+<p>
+But Jane was very fond of play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And loved to toss her ball;<br>
+An I am quite ashamed to say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She scarcely worked at all.<br>
+<p>
+But if at any time she did,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas but a stitch or two;<br>
+And though she often has been bid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But little more would do.<br>
+<p>
+The pretty little bag, indeed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was hung upon her chair;<br>
+But cotton, needles, silk, and thread<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were scattered here and there.<br>
+<p>
+Her aunt, by chance, came in that day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And asked if the doll was dress'd;<br>
+Miss Jane has been engaged in play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And careless of the rest.<br>
+<p>
+The silk, to make her little dress,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was on the table laid,<br>
+And, with an equal carelessness,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The cap had also strayed.<br>
+<p>
+With gauze and lace the floor was strewed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in disorder lay,<br>
+When, bounding in with gesture rude,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came Jane, returned from play.<br>
+<p>
+She little thought her aunt to find,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And blushed to see her there;<br>
+It brought her carelessness to mind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And what her doll should wear.<br>
+<p>
+"Well, Jane, and where's your doll, my dear?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I hope you've dress'd her now;<br>
+But there is such a litter here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You best know when and how."<br>
+<p>
+So spoke her aunt, and, looking round<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The empty bag she spied;<br>
+Poor Jane, who no excuse had found,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now hid her face and cried.<br>
+<p>
+"Since," said her aunt, "no work, you do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But waste your time in play;<br>
+The work-bag, of no use to you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I now shall take away."<br>
+<p>
+But now, with self-conviction, Jane<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her idleness confessed,<br>
+And ere her aunt could come again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her doll was neatly dressed.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Two Gardens</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When Harry and Dick<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Had been striving to please,<br>
+Their father (to whom it was known)<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Made two little gardens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And stocked them with trees,<br>
+And gave one to each for his own.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry thank'd his papa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And with rake, hoe, and spade,<br>
+Directly began his employ;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And soon such a neat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Little garden was made,<br>
+That he panted with labour and joy.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There was always some bed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or some border to mend,<br>
+Or something to tie or stick:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Harry rose early<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His garden to tend,<br>
+While snoring lay indolent Dick.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The tulip, the rose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the lily so white,<br>
+United their beautiful bloom!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And often the honey-bee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stoop'd from his flight,<br>
+To sip the delicious perfume.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A neat row of peas<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In full blossom was seen,<br>
+French beans were beginning to shoot!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his gooseb'ries and currents,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tho' yet they were green,<br>
+Foretold of plenty of fruit.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Richard loved better<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In bed to repose,<br>
+And snug as he curl'd himself round,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forgot that not tulip,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor lily, nor rose,<br>
+Nor plant in his garden was found.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rank weeds and tall nettles<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Disfigur'd his beds,<br>
+Nor cabbage nor lettuce was seen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The slug and the snail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Show'd their mischievous heads,<br>
+And eat ev'ry leaf that was green.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus Richard the idle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who shrank from the cold,<br>
+Beheld his trees naked and bare;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whilst Harry the active<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was charmed to behold<br>
+The fruit of his patience and care.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Ann Taylor.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Doing Nothing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I asked a lad what he was doing;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Nothing, good sir," said he to me.<br>
+"By nothing well and long pursuing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing," said I, "you'll surely be."<br>
+<p>
+I asked a lad what he was thinking;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Nothing," said he. "I do declare."<br>
+"Many," said I, "in vile inns drinking,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By idle minds were carried there."<br>
+<p>
+There's nothing great, there's nothing wise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which idle hands and minds supply;<br>
+Those who all thought and toil despise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mere nothings live, and nothings die.<br>
+<p>
+A thousand naughts are not a feather,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When in a sum they all are brought;<br>
+A thousand idle lads together<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are still but nothings joined to naught.<br>
+<p>
+And yet of merit they will boast,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sometimes pompous seem, and haughty,<br>
+But still 'tis very plain to most,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That "nothing" boys are mostly naughty.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="068"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#067">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#069">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 68&mdash;Laziness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lazy Sam</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a lazy boy named Sam,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The laziest ever known,<br>
+Who spent his time in idleness,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like any other drone.<br>
+He loved to lie in bed till noon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With covers closely drawn,<br>
+And when he managed to get up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'd yawn, and yawn, and yawn.<br>
+<p>
+If asked to do a simple task<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He always would refuse,<br>
+And say that he was lame or sick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His action to excuse,<br>
+And over pretty picture-books&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Twas really very odd&mdash;<br>
+This lazy boy would soon begin<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To nod, and nod, and nod.<br>
+<p>
+If on an errand forced to go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'd slowly, slowly creep,<br>
+Just like a snail; you might suppose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That he was half asleep.<br>
+And those who would despatch in haste<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A note, or telegram,<br>
+Would chose a swifter messenger<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than such a lazy Sam.<br>
+<p>
+If he was caught out in a storm<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twould drench him to the skin,<br>
+Because he was too indolent<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To hurry to get in.<br>
+Deep in his trouser's pockets he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His idle hands would cram,<br>
+And children crowded to the doors<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To look at lazy Sam.<br>
+<p>
+This lazy boy would lounge about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The docks, and often wish<br>
+That he could carry home to cook<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A string of nice, fresh fish;<br>
+But though he was provided with<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A reel extremely fine,<br>
+Said Sam "I do not think 'twill pay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To wet my fishing line!"<br>
+<p>
+Oh, Sam was always late at meals,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And always late at school,<br>
+And everybody said that he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would be a first-class fool.<br>
+For boys not half so old as he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Above him swiftly pass,<br>
+While Sam, the great big dunce! remains<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lowest in the class.<br>
+<p>
+In every way, and every day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This lazy boy would shirk,<br>
+And never lift his hand to do<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A bit of useful work.<br>
+His clothes were always on awry,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His shoe-strings left untied,<br>
+His hair uncombed, his teeth uncleaned,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alas, he had no pride!<br>
+<p>
+And so he went from bad to worse&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The good-for-nothing scamp!&mdash;<br>
+Until he settled down to be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A ragged, dirty tramp.<br>
+Through cities, towns, and villages,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He begged his daily bread,<br>
+And slept at night wherever he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Could chance to find a bed.<br>
+<p>
+Men shuddered as they passed him by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And murmured sadly, "Oh!<br>
+How can a human being sink<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So very, very low?"<br>
+And e'en the jackass pricks his ears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And brays aloud "I am<br>
+Not such a donkey, I declare<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As yonder lazy Sam!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Beggar Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Abject, stooping, old, and wan,<br>
+See you wretched beggar-man;<br>
+Once a father's hopeful heir,<br>
+Once a mother's tender care.<br>
+When too young to understand,<br>
+He but scorched his little hand,<br>
+By the candle's flaming light<br>
+Attracted&mdash;dancing, spiral, bright.<br>
+Clasping fond her darling round,<br>
+A thousand kisses healed the wound,<br>
+Now abject, stooping, old and wan,<br>
+No mother tends the beggar-man.<br>
+<p>
+Then nought too good for him to wear,<br>
+With cherub face and flaxen hair,<br>
+In fancy's choicest gauds arrayed,<br>
+Cap of lace with rose to aid,<br>
+Milk-white hat and feather blue,<br>
+Shoes of red, and coral too,<br>
+With silver bells to please his ear,<br>
+And charm the frequent ready tear.<br>
+Now abject, stooping, old, and wan,<br>
+Neglected is the beggar-man.<br>
+<p>
+See the boy advance in age,<br>
+And learning spreads her useful page;<br>
+In vain! for giddy pleasure calls,<br>
+And shows the marbles, tops, and balls,<br>
+What's learning to the charms of play?<br>
+The indulgent tutor must give way.<br>
+A heedless, wilful dunce, and wild,<br>
+The parents' fondness spoil'd the child;<br>
+The youth in vagrant courses ran;<br>
+Now abject, stooping, old, and wan,<br>
+Their fondling is the beggar-man.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Lamb<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good-for-nothing Lazy Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A good for nothing lazy lout,<br>
+Wicked within and ragged without.<br>
+Who can bear to have him about?<br>
+Turn him out! Turn him out!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Old Beggar Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I see an old man sitting there,<br>
+His withered limbs are almost bare,<br>
+And very hoary is his hair.<br>
+<p>
+Old man, why are you sitting so?<br>
+For very cold the wind doth blow:<br>
+Why don't you to your cottage go?<br>
+<p>
+Ah, master, in the world so wide,<br>
+I have no home wherein to hide,<br>
+No comfortable fire-side.<br>
+<p>
+When I, like you, was young and gay,<br>
+I'll tell you what I used to say,<br>
+That I would nothing do but play.<br>
+<p>
+And so, instead of being taught<br>
+Some useful business as I ought,<br>
+To play about was all I sought.<br>
+<p>
+An now that I am old and grey,<br>
+I wander on my lonely way,<br>
+And beg my bread from day to day.<br>
+<p>
+But oft I shake my hoary head,<br>
+And many a bitter tear I shed,<br>
+To think the useless life I've led.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. T.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lazyland</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three travellers wandered along the strand,<br>
+Each with a staff in his feeble hand;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they chanted low:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"We are go-o-o-<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ing slow-o-ow-<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ly to Lazyland.<br>
+<p>
+"They've left off eating and drinking there;<br>
+They never do any thinking there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They never walk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they never talk,<br>
+And they fall asleep without winking there.<br>
+<p>
+"Nobody's in a hurry there;<br>
+They are not permitted to worry there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis a wide, still place<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And not a face<br>
+Shows any symptom of flurry there.<br>
+<p>
+"No bells are rung in the morning there,<br>
+They care not at all for adorning there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All sounds are hushed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a man who rushed<br>
+Would be treated with absolute scorning there.<br>
+<p>
+"They do not take any papers there;<br>
+No politicians cut capers there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They have no 'views,'<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they tell no news,<br>
+And they burn no midnight tapers there.<br>
+<p>
+"No lovers are ever permitted there;<br>
+Reformers are not admitted there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They argue not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In that peaceful spot,<br>
+And their clothes all come ready-fitted there.<br>
+<p>
+"Electricity has not been heard of there;<br>
+And steam has been spoken no word of there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They stay where they are,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a coach or a car<br>
+They have not so much as a third of there.<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, this world is a truly crazy land;<br>
+A worrying, hurrying, mazy land;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We cannot stay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We must find the way&mdash;<br>
+If there is a way&mdash;to Lazyland."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Two Donkeys." src="images/page068a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="069"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#068">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#070">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 69&mdash;Laziness Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lazy Willie getting out of Bed."
+src="images/page069a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lazy Willie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! Willie is a lazy boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A "Sleepy Head" is he,<br>
+"Wake up!" his little sister cries,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wake up and talk to me."<br>
+<p>
+The birds are singing in the trees,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The sun is shining bright,<br>
+But sleepy Willie slumbers on<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As though it yet were night.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! lazy boys will never grow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To clever manhood, you must know,<br>
+So lift your eyelids, sleepy head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wake up, and scramble out of bed.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Lazy Boy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The lazy boy! and what's his name?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I should not like to tell;<br>
+But don't you think it is a shame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That he can't read or spell.<br>
+<p>
+He'd rather swing upon a gate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or paddle in a brook,<br>
+Than take his pencil and his slate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or try to con a book.<br>
+<p>
+There, see! he's lounging down the street,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His hat without a brim,<br>
+He rather drags than lifts his feet&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His face unwashed and grim.<br>
+<p>
+He's lolling now against a post;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But if you've seen him once,<br>
+You'll know the lad among a host<br>
+&nbsp;For what he is&mdash;a dunce.<br>
+<p>
+Don't ask me what's the urchin's name;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I do not choose to tell;<br>
+But this you'll know&mdash;it is the same<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As his who does not blush for shame<br>
+That he don't read or spell.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Sluggard</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Tis the voice of the sluggard;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I heard him complain,<br>
+"You have waked me too soon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I must slumber again."<br>
+As the door on it's hinges,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he on his bed<br>
+Turns his sides, and his shoulders,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his heavy head.<br>
+<p>
+"A little more sleep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a little more slumber;"<br>
+Thus he wastes half his days<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his hours without number,<br>
+And when he gets up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He sits folding his hands,<br>
+Or walking about sauntering,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or trifling he stands.<br>
+<p>
+I pass'd by his garden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And saw the wild brier,<br>
+The thorn and the thistle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grow broader and higher;<br>
+The clothes that hung on him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are turning to rags,<br>
+And his money still wastes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till he starves or he begs.<br>
+<p>
+I made him a visit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Still hoping to find<br>
+That he took better care<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For improving his mind;<br>
+He told me his dreams,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Talked of eating and drinking,<br>
+But he scarce reads his Bible,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never loves thinking.<br>
+<p>
+Said I then to my heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Here's a lesson for me;<br>
+This man's but a picture<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of what I might be;<br>
+But thanks to my friends<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For their care in my breeding,<br>
+Who taught me bedtimes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To love working and reading."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Watts<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Idle Dicky And The Goat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+John Brown is a man<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without houses or lands,<br>
+Himself he supports<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the work of his hands.<br>
+He brings home his wages<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each Saturday night,<br>
+To his wife and his children,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A very good sight.<br>
+<p>
+His eldest boy, Dicky,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On errands when sent,<br>
+To loiter and chatter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was very much bent;<br>
+The neighbours all call'd him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An odd little trout,<br>
+His shoes they were broke,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his toes they peep'd out.<br>
+<p>
+To see such old shoes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All their sorrows were rife;<br>
+John Brown he much grieved,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so did his wife,<br>
+He kiss'd his boy Dicky,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And stroked his white head,<br>
+"You shall have a new pair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear boy," he then said.<br>
+<p>
+"I've here twenty shillings,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And money has wings;<br>
+Go first get this note changed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I want other things."<br>
+Now here comes the mischief&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This Dicky would stop<br>
+At an ill-looking, mean-looking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greengrocer's shop.<br>
+<p>
+For here lived a chattering<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dunce of a boy;<br>
+To prate with this urchin<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gave Dicky great joy.<br>
+And now, in his boasting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He shows him his note,<br>
+And now to the green-stall<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up marches a goat.<br>
+<p>
+The laughed, for it was<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This young nanny-goat's way<br>
+With those who pass'd by her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To gambol and play.<br>
+All three they went on<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In their frolicsome bouts,<br>
+Till Dick dropt the note<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On a bunch of green sprouts.<br>
+<p>
+Now what was Dick's wonder<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see the vile goat,<br>
+In munching the green sprouts,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eat up his bank note!<br>
+He crying ran back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To John Brown with the news,<br>
+And by stopping to idle<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He lost his new shoes.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Adelaide Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Idleness and Mischief</b></center><br>
+<p>
+How doth the little busy bee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Improve each shining hour,<br>
+And gather honey all the day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From every opening flower.<br>
+<p>
+How skilfully she builds her cell;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How neat she spreads the wax;<br>
+And labours hard to store it well;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With the sweet food she makes.<br>
+<p>
+In works of labour or of skill<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I would be busy too;<br>
+For Satan finds some mischief still<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For idle hands to do.<br>
+<p>
+In books, or work, or healthful play<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Let my first years be passed;<br>
+That I may give you every day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some good account at last.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Watts<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Come and Go.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dick Dawdle had land<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Worth two hundred a year,<br>
+Yet from debt and from dunning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He never was free,<br>
+His intellect was not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Surprisingly clear,<br>
+But he never felt satisfied<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How it could be.<br>
+<p>
+The raps at his door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the rings at his gate.<br>
+And the threats of a gaol<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He no longer could bear:<br>
+So he made up his mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To sell half his estate,<br>
+Which would pay all his debts,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And leave something to spare.<br>
+<p>
+He leased to a farmer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The rest of his land<br>
+For twenty-one years;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And on each quarter-day<br>
+The honest man went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his rent in his hand,<br>
+His liberal landlord<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Delighted to pay.<br>
+<p>
+Before half the term<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the lease had expired,<br>
+The farmer, one day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a bagful of gold,<br>
+Said, "Pardon me, sir,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I long have desired<br>
+To purchase my farm,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If the land can be sold.<br>
+<p>
+"Ten years I've been blest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With success and with health,<br>
+With trials a few&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I thank God, not severe&mdash;<br>
+I am grateful. I hope,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though not proud of my wealth,<br>
+But I've managed to lay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By a hundred a year."<br>
+<p>
+"Why how," exclaimed Dick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Can this possibly be?"<br>
+(With a stare of surprise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a mortified laugh,)<br>
+"The whole of my farm<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Proved too little for me,<br>
+And you it appears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have grown rich upon half."<br>
+<p>
+"I hope you'll excuse me,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The farmer replies,<br>
+"But I'll tell you the cause,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If your honor would know;<br>
+In two little words<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All the difference lies,<br>
+I always say Come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And you used to say Go."<br>
+<p>
+"Well, and what does that mean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My good fellow?" he said.<br>
+"Why this, sir, that I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Always rise with the sun;<br>
+You said 'Go' to your man,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As you lay in your bed,<br>
+I say 'Come, Jack, with me,'<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I see the work done."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+R. S. Sharpe<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="070"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#069">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#071">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 70&mdash;Cruelty Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tables Turned: Dogs setting Boys to fighting."
+src="images/page070a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The Tables turned&mdash;Instead of the Bad Boys setting the poor Dogs
+fighting, the bad Dogs are setting the poor Boys fighting.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<br>
+<center><b>The Cruel Boy</b></center>
+<p>
+Tom sat at the kitchen window<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching the folks go by,<br>
+But what he was really doing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was pulling the legs from a fly.<br>
+<p>
+Yes, there he sat in the twilight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tormenting the tiny things;<br>
+First pulling their legs from their sockets,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And afterwards pulling their wings.<br>
+<p>
+He knew not that his father<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was standing behind his back;<br>
+And very much wished to be giving<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His cruel young fingers a crack.<br>
+<p>
+But he waited till after dinner,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When Tommy was having a game;<br>
+Then he thought he would give him a lesson,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And treat him a little the same.<br>
+<p>
+So catching his son of a sudden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And giving his elbow a twist;<br>
+He pulled his two ears till he shouted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then hit him quite hard with his fist.<br>
+<p>
+And did he not roll on the carpet?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And did he not cry out in pain?<br>
+But, when he cried out "Oh, you hurt me!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His father would hit him again.<br>
+<p>
+"Why, Tom, all this is quite jolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You don't seem to like it, my boy;<br>
+And yet, when you try it on others,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You always are singing with joy;<br>
+<p>
+"It seems very strange," said his father,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And this time his nose had a pull;<br>
+But Tommy could stand it no longer;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He bellowed and roared like a bull.<br>
+<p>
+"Hush! hush! while I pull your right leg off,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And scrape off the flesh from your shin;<br>
+What you often yourself do to others,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sure you do not think harm or a sin.<br>
+<p>
+"Now, Tommy, my boy," said his father,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"You'll leave these poor things alone,<br>
+If not, I go on with my lesson."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I will," cried poor Tom, with a groan.<br>
+<p>
+But hark! from the woodlands the sound of a gun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The wounded bird flutters and dies;<br>
+Where can be the pleasure for nothing but fun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To shoot the poor thing as it flies?<br>
+<p>
+Or you, Mr. Butcher, and Fisherman, you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;May follow your trades, I must own:<br>
+So chimneys are swept when they want it&mdash;but who<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would sweep them for pleasure alone?<br>
+<p>
+If men would but think of the torture they give<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To creatures that cannot complain,<br>
+They surely would let the poor animals live,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And not make a sport of their pain.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Worm</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor crush that helpless worm<br>
+The frame thy wayward looks decide<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Required a God to form.<br>
+<p>
+The common Lord of all that move,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From whom thy being flow'd,<br>
+A portion of His boundless love<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On that poor worm bestow'd.<br>
+<p>
+The sun, the moon, the stars He made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To all the creatures free;<br>
+And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For worms as well as thee.<br>
+<p>
+Let them enjoy their little day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their lowly bliss receive;<br>
+Oh, do not lightly take away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The life thou canst not give.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Gisborne<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Story Of Cruel Frederick</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Here is cruel Frederick, see!<br>
+A horrid wicked boy was he:<br>
+He caught the flies, poor little things,<br>
+And tore off their tiny wings;<br>
+<p>
+He kill'd the birds, and broke the chairs,<br>
+And threw the kitten down the stairs;<br>
+And Oh! far worse than all beside,<br>
+He whipp'd his Mary till she cried.<br>
+<p>
+The trough was full, and faithful Tray<br>
+Came out to drink one sultry day;<br>
+He wagg'd his tail, and wet his lip,<br>
+When cruel Fred snatch'd up a whip,<br>
+And whipp'd poor Tray till he was sore,<br>
+And kick'd and whipp'd him more and more.<br>
+<p>
+At this, good Tray grew very red,<br>
+And growl'd and bit him till he bled;<br>
+Then you should only have been by,<br>
+To see how Fred did scream and cry!<br>
+<p>
+So Frederick had to go to bed,<br>
+His leg was very sore and red!<br>
+The doctor came and shook his head<br>
+And made a very great to-do,<br>
+And gave him nasty physic too.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Don't Throw Stones</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Boys, don't throw stones!<br>
+That kitten on the wall,<br>
+Sporting with leaves that fall,<br>
+Now jumping to and fro,<br>
+Now crouching soft and low,<br>
+Then grasps them with a spring,<br>
+As if some living thing.<br>
+As happy as can be,<br>
+Why cause her misery?<br>
+It is foolish stones to fling<br>
+Boys, do as you'd be done by.<br>
+<p>
+Boys, don't throw stones!<br>
+That squirrel in the tree,<br>
+Frisking in fun and glee,<br>
+Is busy in his way,<br>
+Although it looks all play,<br>
+Picking up nuts&mdash;a store<br>
+Against the winter hour<br>
+Frisking from tree to tree,<br>
+So blithe and merrily,<br>
+It is cruel stones to fling,<br>
+Boys, do as you'd be done by.<br>
+<p>
+Boys, don't throw stones!<br>
+That bird upon the wing,<br>
+How sweet its song this Spring,<br>
+Perchance it seeks the food,<br>
+To feed its infant brood,<br>
+Whose beaks are open wide,<br>
+Until they are supplied;<br>
+To and fro to and fro,<br>
+The parent bird must go.<br>
+It is sinful stones to throw<br>
+Boys, do as you'd be done by.<br>
+<p>
+Boys, don't throw stones!<br>
+That stray dog in the street,<br>
+Should with your pity meet,<br>
+And not with shout and cry,<br>
+And brick-bat whirling by:<br>
+The dog's a friend to man,<br>
+Outvie him if you can:<br>
+So faithful, trusty, true,<br>
+A pattern unto you;<br>
+It is wicked stones to throw,<br>
+Boys, do as you'd be done by.<br>
+<p>
+Boys, don't throw stones!<br>
+It can no pleasure give<br>
+To injure things that live;<br>
+That beauteous butterfly,<br>
+The bird that soars on high,<br>
+The creatures every day<br>
+That round our pathway play;<br>
+If you thought of your cruelty;<br>
+You wouldn't wish even one to die.<br>
+Only cowards stones will throw<br>
+Boys, do as you'd be done by.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tables Turned: Dogs beating the poor Boy."
+src="images/page070b.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Instead of the Bad Boys Beating the Poor Dog, the Bad Dogs are beating
+the poor Boy.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="071"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#070">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#072">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 71&mdash;Stealing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boys caught Stealing Apples." src="images/page071a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>No One Will See Me</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"No one will see me,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said little John Day,<br>
+For his father and mother<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were out of the way,<br>
+And he was at home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All alone;<br>
+<p>
+"No one will see me,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he climbed on a chair,<br>
+And peeped in the cupboard<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see what was there,<br>
+Which of course he ought<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not to have done.<br>
+<p>
+There stood in the cupboard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So sweet and so nice,<br>
+A plate of plum-cake<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In full many a slice,<br>
+And apples so ripe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so fine;<br>
+<p>
+"Now no one will see me,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said John to himself,<br>
+As he stretched out his arm<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To reach up to the shelf;<br>
+"This apple, at least,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall be mine."<br>
+<p>
+John paused and put back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The nice apple so red,<br>
+For he thought of the words<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His kind mother had said,<br>
+When she left all these<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Things in his care;<br>
+<p>
+"And no one will see me,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thought he, "'tis not true;<br>
+For I've read that God sees us<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In all that we do,<br>
+And is with us<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Everywhere."<br>
+<p>
+Well done, John;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your father and mother obey,<br>
+Try ever to please them;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And mind what they say,<br>
+Even when they<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are absent from you;<br>
+<p>
+And never forget that,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though no one is nigh,<br>
+You cannot be hid from<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Glance of God's eye,<br>
+Who notices all<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That you do.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Principle Put To The Test</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A youngster at school,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More sedate than the rest,<br>
+Had once his integrity<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Put to the test:&mdash;<br>
+His comrades had plotted<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The orchard to rob,<br>
+And asked him to go<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And assist in the job.<br>
+<p>
+He was very much shocked,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And answered, "Oh no!<br>
+What! rob our poor neighbour!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I pray you don't go;<br>
+Besides, the man's poor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His orchard's his bread;<br>
+Then think of his children,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For they must be fed."<br>
+<p>
+"You speak very fine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And you look very grave,<br>
+But apples we want,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And apples we'll have;<br>
+If you will go with us,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We'll give you a share,<br>
+If not, you shall have<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Neither apple nor pear."<br>
+<p>
+They spoke, and Tom pondered&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I see they will go;<br>
+Poor man! What a pity<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To injure him so!<br>
+Poor man! I would save him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His fruit if I could,<br>
+But staying behind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will do him no good.<br>
+<p>
+"If this matter depended<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alone upon me,<br>
+His apples might hang<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till they dropped from the tree;<br>
+But since they <i>will</i> take them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I think I'll go too,<br>
+He will lose none by me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though I get a few."<br>
+<p>
+His scruples this silenced,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tom felt more at ease,<br>
+And went with his comrades<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The apples to seize;<br>
+He blamed and protested<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But joined in the plan,<br>
+He shared in the plunder,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But pitied the man.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Cowper<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Advice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Who steals a pin<br>
+Commits a sin<br>
+Who tells a lie<br>
+Has cause to sigh.<br>
+<p>
+When ask'd to go<br>
+And sin, say, No!<br>
+The guilty breast<br>
+Is ne'er at rest.<br>
+<p>
+You must not sin<br>
+A world to win<br>
+Why should you go<br>
+The way to woe.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Boy And His Mother</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In Aesop, we are told, a boy,<br>
+Who was his mother's pride and joy,<br>
+At school a primer stole one day,<br>
+And homeward then did wend his way.<br>
+<p>
+He told his mother of the theft,<br>
+While she, of principle bereft,<br>
+Patted him on the head and smil'd.<br>
+And said, "You are my own dear child."<br>
+<p>
+She praised him for the cunning feat,<br>
+And gave him a nice apple sweet.<br>
+In course of years the boy grew fast,<br>
+Till he became a man at last;<br>
+<p>
+But all the time he slyly stole&mdash;<br>
+Sometimes a piece&mdash;sometimes the whole,<br>
+Till, finally, he grew so bold,<br>
+He kill'd a man and took his gold.<br>
+<p>
+The day on which he had to swing<br>
+Did a large crowd together bring.<br>
+Among the rest his mother came,<br>
+And called him fondly by his name.<br>
+<p>
+The sheriff gave him leave to tell<br>
+The broken-hearted dame farewell!<br>
+About his neck her arms she flung,<br>
+And cried, "Why must my child be hung?"<br>
+<p>
+He answered, "Call me not your dear."<br>
+And by one stroke bit off her ear;<br>
+While all the crowd cried, "Oh! for shame!<br>
+Not satisfied to blast her name.<br>
+<p>
+You add this violence to one<br>
+Whose happiness you have undone!"<br>
+"Good people," he replied, "I'll vow<br>
+I would not be a felon now.<br>
+<p>
+If my mother had only tried<br>
+To win me to the better side.<br>
+But when in infancy I took<br>
+What was not mine, a small torn book,<br>
+<p>
+Instead of punishing the feat<br>
+She gave to me an apple sweet;<br>
+She prais'd me too, and softly smil'd,<br>
+And said, 'You are my own dear child!'<br>
+<p>
+I tell you here, both foe and friend,<br>
+This is the cause of my sad end."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Australian Blacks Stealing." src="images/page071b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="072"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#071">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#073">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 72&mdash;Stealing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Naughty Boys Stealing." src="images/page072a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Boys And The Apple Tree</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As Billy and Tommy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Were walking one day,<br>
+They came by a fine orchard side;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'd rather eat apples<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Than spell, read, or play,<br>
+And Tommy to Billy then cried,<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"O brother, look! see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What fine clusters hang there,<br>
+I'll jump and climb over the wall;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will have an apple,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I will have a pear,<br>
+Or else it shall cost me a fall."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Billy to Tommy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"To steal is a sin,<br>
+Mamma has oft told this to thee;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O never yet stole,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor now will begin,<br>
+So red apples hang on the tree."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"You are a good boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As you ever have been,"<br>
+Said Tommy; let's walk on, my lad;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We'll call on our school-fellow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Bob Green,<br>
+And to see us I know he'll be glad."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They came to a house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And they rang at the gate,<br>
+And asked, "Pray, is Bobby at home?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Bobby's good manners<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Did not let them wait;<br>
+He out of the parlour did come.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bob smil'd, and he laughed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he caper'd with joy,<br>
+His little companions to view.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"We call'd in to see you,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Said each little boy.<br>
+Said Bobby, "I'm glad to see you.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come walk in our garden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So large and so fine;<br>
+You shall, for my father gives leave;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And more, he insists<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That you'll stay here to dine:<br>
+A rare jolly day we shall have!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But when in the garden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They found 'twas the same<br>
+They saw as they walk'd in the road;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And near the high wall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When these little boys came,<br>
+They started, as if from a toad.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"That large ring of iron,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which lies on the ground,<br>
+With terrible teeth like a saw,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Bobby, "the guard<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of our garden is found;<br>
+It keeps wicked robbers in awe.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The warning without,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If they should set an nought,<br>
+This trap tears their legs&mdash;O! so sad!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Billy to Tommy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So you'd have been caught,<br>
+A narrow escape you have had."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cried Tommy, I'll mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What my good mamma says,<br>
+And take the advice of a friend;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I never will steal<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To the end of my days,<br>
+I've been a bad boy, but I'll mend."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Adelaide<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Honesty</b></center><br>
+<p>
+With honest heart go on your way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Down to your burial sod,<br>
+And never for a moment stray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond the path of God;<br>
+And everything along your way<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In colours bright shall shine;<br>
+The water from the jug of clay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall taste like costly wine!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Holte<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Thou Shalt Not Steal</b></center><br>
+<p>
+On the goods that are not thine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little child, lay not a finger;<br>
+Round thy neighbour's better things<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Let no wistful glances linger.<br>
+<p>
+Pilfer not the smallest thing;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Touch it not, howe'er thou need it,<br>
+Though the owner have enough,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though he know it not, nor need it.<br>
+<p>
+Taste not the forbidden fruit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though resistance be a trial;<br>
+Grasping hand and roving eye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Early teach them self-denial.<br>
+<p>
+Upright heart and honest name<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the poorest are a treasure;<br>
+Better than ill-gotten wealth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Better far than pomp and pleasure.<br>
+<p>
+Poor and needy though thou art,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gladly take what God has given;<br>
+With clean hands and humble heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Passing through this world to heaven.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Thief</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why should I deprive my neighbour<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of his goods against his will?<br>
+Hands were meant for honest labour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not to plunder, nor to steal.<br>
+<p>
+'Tis a foolish self-deceiving<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By such tricks to hope for gain:<br>
+All that's ever got by thieving<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain.<br>
+<p>
+Oft we see the young beginner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Practice little pilfering ways,<br>
+Till grown up a hardened sinner,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the gallows ends his days.<br>
+<p>
+Theft will not be always hidden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though we fancy none can spy;<br>
+When we take a thing forbidden,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;God holds it with His eye.<br>
+<p>
+Guard my heart, O God of heaven,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lest is covet what's not mine;<br>
+Lest I take what is not given,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Guard my heart and hands from sin.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Watts<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Highway Robbery." src="images/page072b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="073"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#072">Previous</A>
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+- <A HREF="#074">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 73&mdash;Stealing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
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+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Thieves' Ladder</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The girls were helping in the house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With bustle and with show,<br>
+And told the boys to go away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And not disturb them so.<br>
+And the boys went whistling down the streets,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And looking in the shops<br>
+At tempting heaps of oranges,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And piles of sugar-drops.<br>
+<p>
+"Here, Willie, to the grocer's run;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be sharp, now&mdash;there's a man,<br>
+And bring me home a pound of plums<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As quickly as you can!<br>
+"Don't touch a plum&mdash;be sure you don't;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To-morrow you shall eat."<br>
+"I won't." he said, and, like a top,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went spinning down the street.<br>
+<p>
+The grocer weigh'd them in his scales,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there was one too much;<br>
+He took it out, and all was right,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The scale was to a touch.<br>
+He wrapp'd them up in whitey-brown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tied them with a string,<br>
+And put the money in the till,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As 'twere a common thing.<br>
+<p>
+Young Willie watched, with greedy eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As this affair went on.<br>
+The plums&mdash;they look'd so very nice!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He wouldn't take but <i>one</i>.<br>
+So going quick behind a post,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He tore the paper so<br>
+That he could take out two or three,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nobody would know.<br>
+<p>
+There was a little voice that said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Close by, in Willie's heart,<br>
+"Don't tear the hole&mdash;don't take the plum&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't play a thievish part!"<br>
+The little voice&mdash;it spoke in vain!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He reach'd his mother's door;<br>
+She did not see the hole he'd made,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His trouble then was o'er.<br>
+<p>
+And what a trifling thing it seem'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To take one single plum!<br>
+A little thing we hold between<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our finger and out thumb.<br>
+And yet upon that Christmas eve,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That period so brief,<br>
+Young Willie set his foot upon<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The ladder of the thief!"<br>
+<p>
+And as he lay awake that night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He heard his parents speak;<br>
+He heard distinctly what they said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The blood rush'd to his cheek.<br>
+He lay and listn'd earnestly;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They might have found him out,<br>
+And he might get a flogging too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas that he thought about.<br>
+<p>
+A guilty person cannot rest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He always is in fear;<br>
+Not knowing what may happen next<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make his guilt appear.<br>
+So, when he heard his mother speak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He rose up in his bed,<br>
+And did not lose a syllable<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of every word she said:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"We have not any turnips, John,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I could not spare the pence;<br>
+But you can go and get us some<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through Farmer Turner's fence.<br>
+"There's nobody to see you now,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The folks are off the road;<br>
+The night looks dark and blustering,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And no one is abroad.<br>
+<p>
+"It is not far&mdash;you'll soon be back&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll stand outside to hear;<br>
+The watchman now is off his track,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And won't be coming near."<br>
+The father he went softly out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And down the lane he crept,<br>
+And stole some turnips from the field<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whilst honest people slept!<br>
+<p>
+'Tis not the words that parents say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It is their very deed;<br>
+Their children know the difference,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And follow where they lead.<br>
+How often, if their lives are good,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their children's are the same;<br>
+Whilst, if they're thievish, drunken,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their children come to shame!<br>
+<p>
+Now, Willie laid him down in bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His conscience found relief;<br>
+"I'm not the only one," he said&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"My father is a thief!<br>
+"How foolish 'twas to be afraid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About a little plum!"<br>
+He pull'd the bed-clothes o'er his head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And dream'd of feasts to come.<br>
+<p>
+On Christmas-day they had the pies.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The turnips, and the beef;<br>
+And Willie's foot was firm upon<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The ladder of the thief.<br>
+And ere the snow was on the plain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Christmas-day came round,<br>
+And boys were sliding, once again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the frozen ground,<br>
+<p>
+He, step by step, had further gone<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon that dreadful road<br>
+That brings a man to misery,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And takes him far from God.<br>
+He cheated with his marbles first,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then at other play;<br>
+He pilfered any little thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That came within his way.<br>
+<p>
+His parents did not punish him;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He went from bad to worse,<br>
+Until he grew so confident,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He stole a lady's purse.<br>
+Then he was seized, and brought before<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The city magistrate;<br>
+And the police and lady came<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The robbery to state.<br>
+<p>
+And Willie he was proved a thief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nothing had to say;<br>
+So to the dreadful prison-house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He soon was led away.<br>
+In vain he cried, and pleaded hard<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They would not take him there;<br>
+He would not do such things again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If they would hear his prayer.<br>
+<p>
+It was too late! The prison door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With bolt, and bar, and chain,<br>
+Was opened to take Willie in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then was shut again.<br>
+He saw the handcuffs on the wall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The fetters on the floor;<br>
+And heavy keys with iron rings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To lock the dungeon door.<br>
+<p>
+He saw the little, lonely cells<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where prisoners were kept,<br>
+And all the dreary passages,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bitterly he wept.<br>
+And through the strong-barred iron grate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;High up and far away,<br>
+He saw a piece of clear blue sky<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out in the blessed day.<br>
+<p>
+And "Oh!" he said, "my brothers now<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are out of school again,<br>
+And playing marbles on the path,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or cricket on the plain.<br>
+"And here am I, shut up so close<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Within this iron door;<br>
+If ever I get out again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll give this business o'er."<br>
+<p>
+And Willie went to sleep that night<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his dark cell alone;<br>
+But often in his troubled dreams<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He turned with heavy moan.<br>
+What sound is that at early morn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That breaks upon his ear?<br>
+A funeral bell is tolling slow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It tolls so very near.<br>
+<p>
+And in the court he sees a crowd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So haggard and so pale,<br>
+And they are whispering fearfully<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A sad and awful tale.<br>
+And all seem looking at a man<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who stands with fetters bound,<br>
+And guards and executioner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are gathered close around.<br>
+<p>
+And he beheld that wretched man,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who trembled like a leaf:<br>
+His foot no more would stand upon<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The ladder of the thief.<br>
+For he had climbed it step by step,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till murder closed the whole;<br>
+The hangman came to take his life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But where would be his soul?<br>
+<p>
+And still the bell went tolling on;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It tolled so heavily<br>
+As that young man went up the stairs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out to the gallows-tree.<br>
+It tolled&mdash;it tolled&mdash;Oh! heavy sound!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It stopped&mdash;the deed is o'er;<br>
+And that young man upon the earth<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will now be seen no more:<br>
+<p>
+Oh! parents watch your little ones,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lest you have such a grief;<br>
+Help not their tender feet to climb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The ladder of the thief.<br>
+I have not heard young Willie's end,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I hope he learned that day;<br>
+But 'tis a thing most difficult<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To leave a wicked way.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Sewell<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Prisoner's Van." src="images/page073a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="074"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#073">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#075">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 74&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+I have given no Fairy Tales in this Childland. For in this
+<i>matter-of-fact</i> age belief in Fairy Tales and all kinds of
+wonderful
+fictions is fast vanishing. Santa Claus, the "bestest" "goodest"
+fairy of all alone remains: and even he is gradually being doubted by
+all but the most innocent children, but as he as a personality is
+still largely amongst us, I give his popular history culled from many
+sources.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Santa Claus Land</b></center><br>
+<p>
+At the top of the earth, which they call the North
+Pole,<br>
+Is where Santa Claus lives, a right jolly old soul!<br>
+And the ice and the snow lie so thick on the ground<br>
+The sun cannot melt them the whole summer round.<br>
+<p>
+All wrapped up in furs from his head to his toes,<br>
+No feeling of coldness dear Santa Claus knows,<br>
+But travels about with a heart full of joy,<br>
+As happy as if he were only a boy.<br>
+<p>
+His cheeks are like roses; his eyes are as bright<br>
+As stars that shine out overhead in the night,<br>
+And they twinkle as merrily too all the while,<br>
+And broad as a sunbeam is Santa Claus' smile.<br>
+<p>
+He never is idle except when asleep,<br>
+And even in dreams at his labours will keep,<br>
+And all thro' the day and the night, it is true,<br>
+He is working and planning, dear children, for you.<br>
+<p>
+On top of his tower with spy-glass in hand,<br>
+He goes every morning to look o'er the land,<br>
+And though there are hills all around, I suppose,<br>
+He sees, oh, much further than any one knows.<br>
+<p>
+He peeps into houses whose doors are tight shut;<br>
+He looks through the palace, and likewise the hut;<br>
+He gazes on cities, and villages small,<br>
+And nothing, no, nothing is hidden at all.<br>
+<p>
+He knows where the good children live beyond doubt,<br>
+He knows where the bad boys and girls are about,<br>
+And writes down their names on a page by themselves;<br>
+In a book that he keeps on his library shelves.<br>
+<p>
+For good little children, the gentle and kind,<br>
+The prettiest presents of toys are designed,<br>
+And when Christmas comes round, as it does once a
+year,<br>
+'Tis certain that Santa Claus then will appear.<br>
+<p>
+His work-shop is, oh! such a wonderful place,<br>
+With heaps of gay satins, and ribbons, and lace;<br>
+With houses and furniture, dishes and pans,<br>
+And bracelets and bangles, and all sorts of fans.<br>
+<p>
+There are horses that gallop, and dollies that walk,<br>
+And some of the pretty doll-babies can talk.<br>
+There are pop-guns, and marbles, and tops for the
+boys,<br>
+And big drums and trumpets that make a big noise.<br>
+<p>
+There are games for all seasons, the base-ball and
+kite,<br>
+And books which the children will seize with delight,<br>
+And the skates and the sleds, far too many to count,<br>
+And the bicycles ready for wheelmen to mount.<br>
+<p>
+There are farm-yards in plenty, with fences and trees,<br>
+And cows, sheep, and oxen, all taking their ease,<br>
+And turkeys and ducks, and fine chickens and hens,<br>
+And dear little piggies to put in their pens.<br>
+<p>
+There are gay Noah's Arks, just as full as can be<br>
+Of animals, really a wonder to see;<br>
+There are lions and tigers, and camels and bears,<br>
+And two of each kind, for they travel in pairs.<br>
+<p>
+There are elephants stretching their noses quite long;<br>
+And reindeer and elks with their antlers so strong,<br>
+And queer kangaroos all the others amid,<br>
+With their dear little babies in pockets well hid.<br>
+<p>
+Is Santa Claus happy? There's no need to ask,<br>
+For he finds such enjoyment indeed in his task,<br>
+That he bubbles with laughter, and whistles and sings,<br>
+While making and planning the beautiful things.<br>
+<p>
+He's a jolly good fellow, but ever so shy,<br>
+And likes to do all his good deeds on the sly,<br>
+So there's no use spoiling a good winter's nap<br>
+For you'll not catch a glimpse of the jolly old chap.<br>
+<p>
+When Christmas Eve comes, into bed you must creep,<br>
+And late in the night when you are asleep,<br>
+He is certain to come; so your stockings prepare,<br>
+And hang them up close by the chimney with care.<br>
+<p>
+The baby's wee stockings you must not forget,<br>
+For Santa will have something nice for the pet,<br>
+And those who are thoughtful for others will find<br>
+The good saint at Christmas time has them in mind.<br>
+<p>
+There is Tommy, who tended the baby with care,<br>
+A nice train of cars he shall have for his share,<br>
+And how happy will Eliza be when she looks<br>
+For her presents, and finds such a budget of books.<br>
+<p>
+For dear little Mary, a doll there will be;<br>
+And for Alice and Jenny a gay Christmas tree;<br>
+And wee little Georgie, the baby, will find<br>
+A big stick of candy, just suiting his mind.<br>
+<p>
+Oh, a jolly good sight is this funny old chap<br>
+When he's dressed in his bear-skin and fur-bordered
+cap,<br>
+All ready to start on his way through the cold,<br>
+In a sleigh covered over with jewels and gold.<br>
+<p>
+While his deer from the mountains all harnessed with
+care,<br>
+Like race-horses prance through the clear frosty air;<br>
+'Tis fun just to watch them, and hear the bells ring,<br>
+And the stars seem to think it a comical thing.<br>
+<p>
+For old Santa is bundled so close to the chin,<br>
+That there is not a chance for the cold to get in,<br>
+His cheeks are so rosy, his eyes how they flash!<br>
+No horses nor driver e'er cut such a dash!<br>
+<p>
+He cracks his long whip, and he whistles a tune,<br>
+While he winks at the stars, and he bows to the moon,<br>
+And over the tree-tops he drives like the wind,<br>
+And leaves all the night-birds a long way behind.<br>
+<p>
+His steeds speed away on a journey so fleet,<br>
+That they seem to have wings to their swift-flying
+feet,<br>
+For there's work to be done by a cheery old man,<br>
+And his coursers will help him as well as they can.<br>
+<p>
+His sleigh is with toys and trinkets well packed,<br>
+You never beheld one with pleasures so stacked;<br>
+And though of good children he has such a list,<br>
+Not one is forgotten, not one will be missed.<br>
+<p>
+An army he gives to the boy who is neat,<br>
+And never is rude in the house or the street;<br>
+And a farm to the lad who goes smiling to school,<br>
+Who knows all his lessons and minds every rule.<br>
+<p>
+And if you would please him&mdash;dear Bertie and
+Jack&mdash;;<br>
+And win a nice prize from the old fellow's pack,<br>
+Be good little children, your parents obey,<br>
+And strive to be happy at work or at play.<br>
+<p>
+At Christmas old Santa Claus toils like a Turk,<br>
+For the cheery old fellow is fond of his work.<br>
+With his queer looking team through the air he will
+go,<br>
+And alight on the house-tops all covered in snow.<br>
+<p>
+Then down through the chimneys he'll dart without
+noise<br>
+And fill up the stockings with candy and toys.<br>
+There'll be presents for Julia, and Nellie, and Jack,<br>
+And plenty more left in the old fellow's pack.<br>
+<p>
+And if Frank behaves well, and minds what is said,<br>
+Quits teasing the cat and goes early to bed;<br>
+He'll find for his present a sled or a gun,<br>
+A ready companion in frolic and fun.<br>
+<p>
+On Santa Claus hurries, and works with a will,<br>
+For many tall Christmas trees he has to fill,<br>
+And loads them with treasures from out his rich store,<br>
+Till they blossom as trees never blossomed before.<br>
+<p>
+Though round as a dumpling, and ever so fat,<br>
+In running and climbing he's spry as a cat,<br>
+And if the long ladder should happen to break,<br>
+And he should fall down, what a crash it would make!<br>
+<p>
+I told you his home was up North by the Pole,<br>
+In a palace of hives lives this worthy old soul,<br>
+And though out of doors it may furiously storm,<br>
+Indoors as we know, it is sunny and warm.<br>
+<p>
+When Christmas is over old Santa Claus goes<br>
+To his home in the North, and his well-earned repose,<br>
+And when he is rested and feeling tip-top,<br>
+The good-natured workman goes back to his shop.<br>
+<p>
+And there he will labor from morning till night,<br>
+To make others happy his aim and delight,<br>
+And if his good-will the dear children would earn,<br>
+They must strive to be happy and good in return.<br>
+<p>
+He comes like an angel of light from above,<br>
+To do on the earth sweetest errands of love;<br>
+And our hearts and our homes to so fill with good
+cheer<br>
+That we cannot help knowing when Christmas is near.<br>
+<p>
+Then let us be glad, so that Christmas may be<br>
+A real Merry Christmas to you and to me!<br>
+And now that the story is ended we'll give<br>
+Three cheers for old Santa Claus! Long may he live!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
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+<h3>Page 75&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Children Praying for Christmas Presents."
+src="images/page075a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Visit From St. Nicholas</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
+house<br>
+Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;<br>
+The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,<br>
+In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.<br>
+<p>
+The children were nestled all snug in there beds,<br>
+While visions of sugar-plums danced through their
+heads;<br>
+And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap<br>
+Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,<br>
+When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,<br>
+I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.<br>
+<p>
+Away to the window I flew like a flash,<br>
+Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash;<br>
+The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,<br>
+Gave a lustre of midday to objects below;<br>
+<p>
+When what to my wondering eyes should appear<br>
+But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,<br>
+With a little old driver so lively and quick<br>
+I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.<br>
+<p>
+More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,<br>
+And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;<br>
+"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!<br>
+On Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!<br>
+To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,<br>
+Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!"<br>
+<p>
+As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<br>
+When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,<br>
+So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,<br>
+With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too;<br>
+And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof<br>
+The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.<br>
+<p>
+As I drew in my head and was turning around,<br>
+Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound,<br>
+He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,<br>
+And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
+soot;<br>
+A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,<br>
+And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack,<br>
+His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!<br>
+His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.<br>
+His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,<br>
+And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.<br>
+<p>
+He was chubby and plump&mdash;a right jolly old
+elf&mdash;<br>
+And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;<br>
+A wink of his eye and a twist of his head<br>
+Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.<br>
+<p>
+He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,<br>
+And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,<br>
+And laying his finger aside of his nose,<br>
+And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.<br>
+<p>
+He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,<br>
+And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;<br>
+But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out sight;<br>
+"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Clement C. Moore<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>What Santa Claus Brings</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Lovely little girls and boys,<br>
+Santa brings all sorts of toys.<br>
+Boxes filled with wooden bricks,<br>
+Monkeys climbing yellow sticks.<br>
+<p>
+Dollies' houses painted red,<br>
+Tiny soldiers made of lead,<br>
+Noah's Arks, and Ninepins too,<br>
+Jack in boxes, painted blue.<br>
+<p>
+Cups and Saucers, Pots and Pans,<br>
+China figures, Chinese fans,<br>
+Railway trains, with Tops and Tables,<br>
+Fairy Tales and Aesop's Fables,<br>
+<p>
+Clockwork Mice, and Coloured Marbles<br>
+Painted Bird that sweetly warbles,<br>
+Dolls of every age and size,<br>
+With flaxen hair and moving eyes.<br>
+<p>
+Cows and horses, Chickens, Cats,<br>
+Rattles, Windmills, Boats and Bats,<br>
+Ducks and Geese, and golden Fishes,<br>
+Skipping ropes and copper Dishes.<br>
+<p>
+Books and coloured pictures, too,<br>
+And a thousand other things for you;<br>
+Dainty maidens, merry boys,<br>
+Santa brings all sorts of toys.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Mary</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dear little Mary,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With eyes so blue,<br>
+What has Santa Claus<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brought for you?<br>
+<p>
+He has brought me a cup,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a curly sheep,<br>
+And a cradle where dolly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;May go to sleep.<br>
+<p>
+The best of all<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is this funny box<br>
+That winds with a key<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just like the clocks.<br>
+<p>
+And when you've wound<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The spring up tight,<br>
+The monkey dances<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With all his might,<br>
+<p>
+And Fido barks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the puppies play:<br>
+We're all very happy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This Christmas day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Christmas</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dainty little stockings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanging in a row,<br>
+Blue, and grey, and scarlet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the firelight's glow.<br>
+<p>
+Curly-pated sleepers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Safely tucked in bed;<br>
+Dreams of wondrous toy-shops<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dancing through each head.<br>
+<p>
+Funny little stockings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanging in a row<br>
+Stuffed with sweet surprises,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Down from top to toe.<br>
+<p>
+Skates, and balls, and trumpets,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dishes, tops, and drums,<br>
+Books and dolls and candles,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nuts and sugar-plums.<br>
+<p>
+Little sleepers waking:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bless me, what a noise!<br>
+Wish you merry Christmas,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Happy girls and boys!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+The Nursery<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Santa Claus making Toys." src="images/page075b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="076"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#075">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#077">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 76&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Santa Claus looking up names of Good Boys and Girls."
+src="images/page076a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Christmas</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When the children have been good,<br>
+That is, be it understood,<br>
+Good at meal-times, good at play,<br>
+Good all night and good all day,&mdash;<br>
+They shall have the pretty things<br>
+Merry Christmas always brings.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Santa Claus starting to distribute Toys."
+src="images/page076b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Christmas Eve Adventure</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once on a time, in a queer little town,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the shore of the Zuyder Zee,<br>
+When all the good people were fast asleep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A strange thing happened to me.<br>
+<p>
+Alone, the night before Christmas,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I sat by the glowing fire,<br>
+Watching the flame as it rose and fell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While the sparks shot high and higher.<br>
+<p>
+Suddenly one of these sparks began<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To flicker and glimmer and wink<br>
+Like a big bright eye, till I hardly knew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What to do or to say or to think.<br>
+<p>
+Quick as a flash, it changed to a face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And what in the world did I see<br>
+But dear old Santa Claus nodding his head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And waving his hand to me!<br>
+<p>
+"Oh! follow me, follow me!" soft he cried,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And up through the chimney with him<br>
+I mounted, not daring to utter a word<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till we stood on the chimney's rim.<br>
+<p>
+"Now tell me, I beg you, dear Santa Claus,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where am I going with you?"<br>
+He laughingly answered, "Why, don't you know?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To travel the whole world through!<br>
+<p>
+"From my crystal palace, far in the North,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I have come since dark,&mdash;and see<br>
+These curious things for the little folk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who live on the Zuyder Zee."<br>
+<p>
+Then seating himself in his reindeer sledge,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And drawing me down by his side,<br>
+He whistled, and off on the wings of the wind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We flew for our midnight ride.<br>
+<p>
+But first, such comical presents he left<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the little Dutch girls and
+boys,&mdash;<br>
+Onions and sausages, wooden-faced dolls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cheeses and gingerbread toys!<br>
+<p>
+Away we hurried far to the South,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the beautiful land of France;<br>
+And there we showered the loveliest gifts,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flaxen-haired dolls that could dance.<br>
+<p>
+Soldiers that marched at the word of command,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Necklaces, bracelets and rings,<br>
+Tiny gold watches, all studded with gems,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hundreds of exquisite things.<br>
+<p>
+Crossing the Channel, we made a short call<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In Scotland and Ireland, too;<br>
+Left a warm greeting for England and Wales,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then over the ocean we flew<br>
+<p>
+Straight to America, where by myself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Perched on a chimney high,<br>
+I watched him scramble and bustle about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Between the earth and the sky.<br>
+<p>
+Many a stocking he filled to the brim,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And numberless Christmas trees<br>
+Burst into bloom at his magical touch!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then all of a sudden a breeze<br>
+<p>
+Caught us and bore us away to the South,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And afterwards blew us "out West;"<br>
+And never till dawn peeped over the hills<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did we stop for a moment's rest.<br>
+<p>
+"Christmas is coming!" he whispered to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"You can see his smile in the sky,&mdash;<br>
+I wish Merry Christmas to all the world!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My work is over,&mdash;good-bye!"<br>
+<p>
+Like a flash he was gone, and I was alone,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For all of this happened to me<br>
+Once on a time, in a queer little town<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the shore of the Zuyder Zee!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+M. M.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Bennie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I had told him, Christmas morning,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As he sat upon my knee,<br>
+Holding fast his little stockings,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stuffed as full as can be,<br>
+And attentive listening to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a face demure and mild,<br>
+That old Santa Claus, who filled them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did not love a naughty child.<br>
+<p>
+"But we'll be good, won't we, moder?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And from off my lap he slid,<br>
+Digging deep among the goodies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his crimson stockings hid.<br>
+While I turned me to my table,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where a tempting goblet stood,<br>
+Brimming high with a dainty custard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sent me by a neighbour good.<br>
+<p>
+But the kitten, there before me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his white paw, nothing loth,<br>
+Sat, by way of entertainment,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lapping off the shining froth;<br>
+And, in not the gentlest humour<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At the loss of such a treat,<br>
+I confess I rather rudely<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thrust him out into the street.<br>
+<p>
+Then how Bennie's blue eyes kindled;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gathering up the precious store<br>
+He had busily been pouring<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his tiny pinafore,<br>
+With a generous look that shamed me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sprang he from the carpet bright,<br>
+Showing, by his mien indignant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All a baby's sense of right.<br>
+<p>
+"Come back Harney," called he loudly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As he held his apron white,<br>
+"You shall have my candy wabbit;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the door was fastened tight.<br>
+So he stood, abashed and silent,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the centre of the floor,<br>
+With defeated look, alternate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bent on me and on the door.<br>
+<p>
+Then, as by some sudden impulse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quickly ran he to the fire,<br>
+And while eagerly his bright eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Watched the flames grow high and higher,<br>
+In a brave, clear key he shouted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like some lordly little elf,<br>
+"Santa Kaus, come down the chimney,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Make my mother 'have herself."<br>
+<p>
+"I'll be a good girl, Bennie,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said I, feeling the reproof;<br>
+And straightway recalled poor Harney,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mewing on the galley roof.<br>
+Soon the anger was forgotten,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughter chased away the frown,<br>
+And they gambolled 'neath the live oaks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till the dusky night came down.<br>
+<p>
+In my dim, fire-lighted chamber<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Harney purred beneath my chair,<br>
+And my play-worn boy beside me<br>
+&nbsp;Knelt to say his evening prayer:<br>
+"God bess fader, God bess moder,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;God bess sister," then a pause,<br>
+And the sweet young lips devoutly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Murmured "God bess Santa Kaus."<br>
+<p>
+He is sleeping: brown and silken<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lie the lashes, long and meek,<br>
+Like caressing, clinging shadows,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On his plump and peachy cheek;<br>
+And I bend above him, weeping,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thankful tears; O undefiled;<br>
+For a woman's crown of glory,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the blessing of a child.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Annie C. Ketchum<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="077"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#076">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#078">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 77&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Santa Claus filling the Stockings."
+src="images/page077a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Santa Claus</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Old Santa Claus sat alone in his den,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his leg crossed over his knee;<br>
+While a comical look peeped out at his eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For a funny old fellow was he.<br>
+<p>
+His queer little cap was tumbled and torn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his wig it was all awry;<br>
+But he sat and mused the whole day long,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While the hours went flying by.<br>
+<p>
+He had been busy as busy can be,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In filling his pack with toys;<br>
+He had gathered his nuts and baked his pies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To give to the girls and boys.<br>
+<p>
+There were dolls for the girls, and whips for the
+boys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With wheelbarrows, horses and drays,<br>
+And bureaus and trunks for Dolly's new clothes;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All these in his pack he displays.<br>
+<p>
+Of candy too, both twisted and striped,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He had furnished a plentiful store,<br>
+While raisins and figs, and prunes and grapes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hung up on a peg by the door.<br>
+<p>
+"I am almost ready," quoth he, quoth he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And Christmas is almost here;<br>
+But one thing more&mdash;I must write a book,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And give to each one this year."<br>
+<p>
+So he clapped his specs on his little round nose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And seizing the stump of a pen,<br>
+He wrote more lines in one little hour<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than you ever could write in ten.<br>
+<p>
+He told them stories all pretty and new,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wrote them all out in rhyme;<br>
+Then packed them away with his box of toys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To distribute one at a time.<br>
+<p>
+And Christmas Eve, when all were in bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Right down the chimney he flew;<br>
+And stretching the stocking-leg out at the top,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He clapped in a book for you.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Santa Claus and the Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+One Christmas Eve, when Santa Claus<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came to a certain house,<br>
+To fill the children's stockings there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He found a little mouse.<br>
+<p>
+"A merry Christmas, little friend,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Santa, good and kind.<br>
+"The same to you, sir!" said the mouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I thought you wouldn't mind<br>
+<p>
+If I should stay awake to night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And watch you for a while."<br>
+"You're very welcome, little mouse,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Santa, with a smile.<br>
+<p>
+And then he filled the stockings up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before the mouse could wink,&mdash;<br>
+From toe to top, from top to toe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There wasn't left a chink.<br>
+<p>
+"Now, they won't hold another thing,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Santa Claus with pride.<br>
+A twinkle came in mousie's eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But humbly he replied:<br>
+<p>
+"It's not nice to contradict&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your pardon I implore,&mdash;<br>
+But in the fullest stocking there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I could put one thing more."<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, ho!" laughed Santa, "silly mouse!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't I know how to pack?<br>
+By filling stockings all these years,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I should have learned the knack."<br>
+<p>
+And then he took the stocking down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From where it hung so high,<br>
+And said: "Now put in one thing more;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I give you leave to try."<br>
+<p>
+The mousie chuckled to himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he softly stole<br>
+Right to the stocking's crowded toe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gnawed a little hole!<br>
+<p>
+"Now, if you please, good Santa Claus,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've put in one thing more;<br>
+For you will own, that little hole<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was not in there before."<br>
+<p>
+How Santa Claus did laugh and laugh;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he gaily spoke;<br>
+"Well, you shall have a Christmas cheese,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For that nice little joke."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Nice Little Present</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Our Santa Claus," cried Bettie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Is nice as any other;<br>
+He brought the nicest present<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To me and to my mother.<br>
+<p>
+"It was&mdash;oh, you can't guess it&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A darling little brother.<br>
+He kicks and cries, and shuts his eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he's sweet enough to eat.<br>
+<p>
+"I'd rather have my baby brother<br>
+Than dolls or candy&mdash;so would my mother."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Night Before Christmas</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Curly heads, so softly pillowed;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Chubby arms outspread;<br>
+Thousand fancies swiftly flying<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through each little head.<br>
+<p>
+Clasping treasures newly garnered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dolly, book, and ball,<br>
+Still they dream of coming pleasures<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greater than them all.<br>
+<p>
+Christmas-trees of gorgeous beauty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Filled with presents rare;<br>
+Toys unheard of, joys unnumbered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All delights are there.<br>
+<p>
+Angel forms, with smiling faces,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hover round the bed;<br>
+Angel feet make echoing music<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As they lightly tread.<br>
+<p>
+Angel voices, softly thrilling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Chant a lullaby:<br>
+"Darlings, dream, and sweetly slumber,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We are watching by."<br>
+<p>
+Who from dreams like these would waken<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To a world of pain?<br>
+"Hush, then, dear ones! Have we roused you?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Turn and dream again."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Baby waking up nearly caught Santa Claus."
+src="images/page077b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="078"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#077">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#079">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 78&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Annie and Willie Praying." src="images/page078a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Annie And Willie's Prayer</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Twas the eve before Christmas; good night had been
+said,<br>
+And Annie and Willie had crept into bed.<br>
+There were tears on their pillows, and tears in their
+eyes,<br>
+And each little bosom was heaving with sighs;<br>
+<p>
+For to-night their stern father's command had been
+given,<br>
+That they should retire precisely at seven<br>
+Instead of at eight; for they had troubled him more<br>
+With questions unheard of than ever before.<br>
+<p>
+He had told them he thought this delusion a sin;<br>
+No such creature as "Santa Claus" ever had been;<br>
+And he hoped, after this, he should never more hear<br>
+How he scrambled down chimneys with presents each
+year.<br>
+<p>
+And this was the reason that two little heads<br>
+So restlessly tosses on their soft, downy beds.<br>
+Eight, nine, and the clock on the steeple tolled ten;<br>
+Not a word had been spoken by either till then;<br>
+<p>
+When Willie's sad face from the blanket did peep,<br>
+And he whispered: "Dear Annie, is 'ou fast asleep?"<br>
+"Why, no, Brother Willie," a sweet voice replies;<br>
+"I've long tried in vain, but I can't shut my eyes;<br>
+<p>
+"For somehow it makes me so sorry because<br>
+Dear Papa has said there is no Santa Claus.<br>
+Now we know there is, and it can't be denied<br>
+For he came every year before dear mamma died;<br>
+<p>
+"But then, I've been thinking, that she used to
+pray,&mdash;<br>
+And God would hear everything dear mamma would
+say,&mdash;<br>
+And, maybe, she asked him to send Santa Claus here<br>
+With the sack full of presents he brought every year."<br>
+<p>
+"Well, why tannot we p'ay, dust as mamma did, den,<br>
+And ask Dod to send him with presents aden?"<br>
+"I've been thinking so, too;" and without a word more<br>
+Four little bare feet bounded out on the floor,<br>
+<p>
+And four little knees on the soft carpet pressed,<br>
+And two tiny hands were clasped close to each breast,<br>
+"Now, Willie, you know, we must firmly believe<br>
+That the presents we ask for we're sure to receive;<br>
+<p>
+"You must wait just as still till I say the 'Amen,'<br>
+And by that you will know that your turn has come
+then.&mdash;<br>
+"Dear Jesus, look down on my brother and me,<br>
+And grant us the favours we're asking of Thee.<br>
+<p>
+"I want a wax dolly, a tea-set and a ring,<br>
+And an ebony work-box that shuts with a spring.<br>
+Bless papa, dear Jesus, and cause him to see<br>
+That Santa Claus loves us as much as does he.<br>
+<p>
+"Don't let hem get fretful and angry again,<br>
+At dear brother Willie and Annie. Amen."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Dear Desus, 'et Santa Taus tum down to
+night<br>
+And bring us some p'esents before it is 'ight;<br>
+<p>
+"I want he sood div' me a nice little sled,<br>
+Wid bight shinin' 'unners, and all painted 'ed<br>
+A box full of tandy, a book, and a toy,<br>
+Amen. And den, Desus, I'll be a dood boy."<br>
+<p>
+Their prayers being ended, they raised up their heads,<br>
+And with hearts light and cheerful again sought their
+beds;<br>
+They were soon lost in slumber both peaceful and deep,<br>
+And with fairies in dreamland were roaming in sleep.<br>
+<p>
+Eight, nine, and the little French clock had struck
+ten<br>
+Ere the father had thought of his children again;<br>
+He seems now to hear Annie's self-suppressed sighs,<br>
+And to see the big tears stand in Willie's blue eyes.<br>
+<p>
+"I was harsh with my darlings," he mentally said,<br>
+"And should not have sent them so early to bed:<br>
+But then I was troubled: My feelings found vent;<br>
+For the bank-stock to-day has gone down two percent.;<br>
+<p>
+"But of course they've forgotten their troubles ere
+this,<br>
+And that I denied them the thrice-asked-for kiss;<br>
+But just to make sure I'll steal up to their
+door&mdash;<br>
+To my darlings I have never spoke harshly before."<br>
+<p>
+So saying, he softly ascended the stairs,<br>
+And arrived at the door to hear both of their prayers;<br>
+His Annie's "Bless papa" drew forth the big tears,<br>
+And Willie's grave promise fell sweet on his ears.<br>
+<p>
+"Strange, strange! I'd forgotten," he said with a
+sigh,<br>
+"How I longed when a child to have Christmas draw nigh<br>
+I'll atone for my harshness," he inwardly said,<br>
+"By answering their prayers ere I sleep in my bed."<br>
+<p>
+Then he turned to the stairs, and softly went down,<br>
+Threw off velvet slippers and silk dressing gown.<br>
+Donned hat, coat and boots, and was out in the street,<br>
+A millionaire facing the cold, driving sleet!<br>
+<p>
+Nor stopped he until he had bought everything,<br>
+From the box full of candy to the tiny gold ring:<br>
+Indeed, he kept adding so much to his store,<br>
+That the various presents outnumbered a score.<br>
+<p>
+Then homeward he turned, when his holiday load,<br>
+With Aunt Mary's help, in the nursery was stow'd.<br>
+Miss Dolly was seated beneath a pine tree,<br>
+And the side of a table spread out for her tea;<br>
+<p>
+A work-box, well-filled, in the centre was laid,<br>
+And on it the ring for which Annie had pray'd.<br>
+A soldier in uniform stood by a sled,<br>
+With bright shining runners, and all painted red.<br>
+<p>
+There were balls, dogs, horses; books pleasing to see;<br>
+And birds of all colours were perched in the tree;<br>
+While Santa Claus, laughing, stood up in the top,<br>
+As if getting ready more presents to drop.<br>
+<p>
+Now, as the fond father the picture surveyed,<br>
+He thought for his trouble he'd amply been paid;<br>
+As he said to himself, as he brushed off a tear,<br>
+"I'm happier to night than I have been for a year;<br>
+<p>
+"I've enjoyed more true pleasure than ever before;<br>
+What care I if bank-stock fell two per cent. more!<br>
+Henceforward I'll make it a rule, I believe,<br>
+To have Santa Clause visit us each Christmas-eve."<br>
+<p>
+So thinking, he gently extinguished the light,<br>
+And, slipping downstairs, retired for the night.<br>
+As soon as the beams of the bright morning sun<br>
+Put the darkness to flight, and the stars one by one,<br>
+<p>
+Four little blue eyes out of sleep opened wide,<br>
+And at the same moment the presents espied.<br>
+Then out of their beds they sprang with a bound,<br>
+And the very gifts prayed for were all of them found.<br>
+<p>
+And they laughed and they cried in their innocent
+glee,<br>
+And shouted for papa to come quick and see<br>
+What presents old Santa Claus brought in the night<br>
+(Just the things they wanted!), and left before light.<br>
+<p>
+"And now," added Annie, in a voice soft and low,<br>
+"You'll believe there's a Santa Claus, papa, I know;"<br>
+While dear little Willie climbed up on his knee,<br>
+Determined no secret between them should be;<br>
+<p>
+And told, in soft whispers, how Annie had said<br>
+That their blessed mamma, so long ago dead,<br>
+Used to kneel down and pray by the side of her chair,<br>
+And that God up in heaven had answered her prayer.<br>
+<p>
+"Den we dot up and p'ayed just as well as we tood,<br>
+And Dod answered our p'ayer, now wasn't He dood?"<br>
+"I should say that He was, if He sent you all these,<br>
+And knew just what presents my children would please."<br>
+<p>
+("Well, well, let them think so, dear little elf!<br>
+'Twould be cruel to tell him I did it myself.")<br>
+<p>
+Blind father! who caused your stern heart to relent,<br>
+And the hasty words spoken so soon to repent?<br>
+'Twas the Being who bade you steal softly upstairs<br>
+And made you His agent to answer their prayers.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Mrs. Sophia P. Snow<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="079"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#078">Previous</A>
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+<h3>Page 79&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boy Nailing up his Father's Trousers."
+src="images/page079a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Budds' Christmas Stocking</b></center><br>
+<p>
+It was Christmas-time, as all the world knew;<br>
+It stormed without, and the cold wind blew,<br>
+But within all was cheerful, snug, and bright,<br>
+With glowing fires and many a light.<br>
+<p>
+Budd B. was sent quite early to bed,<br>
+His stocking was hung up close to his head,<br>
+And he said to himself "When all grows still<br>
+I will find a big stocking for Santy to fill."<br>
+<p>
+Now, good, honest Hans, who worked at the house,<br>
+Had gone to his bed as still as a mouse;<br>
+The room where he slept was one story higher<br>
+Than Budd's little room, with gaslight and fire.<br>
+<p>
+Now, Hans loved "the poy," and petted him too,<br>
+And often at night, when his task was all through,<br>
+He would tell him strange stories of over the sea,<br>
+While Budd listened gravely or laughed out in glee.<br>
+<p>
+This night Hans had promised to wake Budd at four;<br>
+He would softly come down and open his door;<br>
+But suddenly Budd bounded out of his bed,<br>
+And stole softly up to the room overhead.<br>
+<p>
+On his hands and his knees he crept softly in,<br>
+"I'll borrow Han's stocking," he said, with a grin;<br>
+Old Santy will fill it up to the top,<br>
+And Hans&mdash;oh, such fun! will be mad as a hop."<br>
+<p>
+He moved very slowly, and felt near the bed;<br>
+No stocking was there, but down on his head<br>
+Came a deluge of water, well sprinkled with ice,<br>
+While honest Hans held him as if in a vice.<br>
+<p>
+"Vat is dat?" he cried out; "von robber I find,<br>
+Den I pound him, and shake him, so much as I mind"<br>
+"It's me," called out Budd; "Stop, Hans! oh, please
+do;<br>
+I'm only a boy; I could not rob you."<br>
+<p>
+But Hans did not pause&mdash;his temper was hot&mdash;<br>
+And he dragged the young robber at once from the spot,<br>
+When he reached the hall light great was his surprise<br>
+To find his young master with tears in his eyes.<br>
+<p>
+"I wanted your stocking," muttered Budd B.;<br>
+It is bigger than mine; boo hoo! I can't see,<br>
+And I'm all wet and cold." thus cried Budd aloud,<br>
+Until guests and his parents ran up in a crowd.<br>
+<p>
+He was wrapped up with care and taken to bed,<br>
+But, strangest of all, not a harsh word was said.<br>
+He flattered himself as he fell asleep<br>
+That Hans and his friends the secret would keep.<br>
+<p>
+Next morning, when Christmas songs filled all the air,<br>
+Budd found, to his grief and boyish despair,<br>
+That his neck was so stiff that he could not turn his
+head,<br>
+And must spend the whole day alone in his bed.<br>
+<p>
+What was worse, his own stocking hung limp on a chair,<br>
+And on it these words were written most fair:<br>
+"To him who is greedy I leave less than all;<br>
+The world is so large and my reindeer so small.<br>
+<p>
+"My pack is elastic when children are kind,<br>
+But it shuts with a snap and leaves nothing behind,<br>
+When a boy or girl is selfish or mean.<br>
+Good-bye, little Budd, I am off with my team.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Signed)  Santa Claus."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Christmas</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Again the Christmas holidays have come,<br>
+We soon will hear the trumpet and the drum;<br>
+We'll hear the merry shout of the girls and boys<br>
+Rejoicing o'er their gifts of books and toys.<br>
+<p>
+Old Santa Claus comes by at dead of night,<br>
+And down the chimney creeps&mdash;a funny sight;<br>
+He fills the stockings full of books and toys,<br>
+But puts in whips for naughty girls and boys.<br>
+<p>
+One Christmas-eve the moon shone clear and bright;<br>
+I thought I'd keep awake and watch all night,<br>
+But it was silent all around and stilled,<br>
+Yet in the morn I found my stockings filled.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Christmas Morning</b></center><br>
+<p>
+They put me in a square bed, and there they bade me
+sleep;<br>
+I must not stir; I must not wake; I must not even
+peep;<br>
+Right opposite that lonely bed, my Christmas stocking
+hung;<br>
+While near it, waiting for the morn, my Sunday clothes
+were flung.<br>
+<p>
+I counted softly, to myself, to ten and ten times ten,<br>
+And went through all the alphabet, and then began
+again;<br>
+I repeated that Fifth-Reader piece&mdash;a poem called
+"Repose,"<br>
+And tried a dozen various ways to fall into a
+dose&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+When suddenly the room grew light. I heard a soft, strong
+bound,<br>
+'Twas Santa Claus, I felt quite sure, but dared not look
+around.<br>
+'Twas nice to know that he was there, and things were
+going rightly,<br>
+And so I took a little nap, and tried to smile
+politely.<br>
+<p>
+"Ho! Merry Christmas!" cried a voice; I felt the bed
+a-rocking;<br>
+Twas daylight&mdash;brother Bob was up! and oh, that
+splendid stocking!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+St. Nicholas<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sign for Santa, asking for Bicycle or Pony."
+src="images/page079b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="080"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#079">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#081">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 80&mdash;Santa Claus Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="What the Rich Man's Child got."
+src="images/page080a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Nellie's Visit From Santa Claus</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Santa Claus is coming to-night, papa;<br>
+Please let me sit up and see him, mamma;<br>
+Loaded with presents, I'm sure he'll be.<br>
+He'll have something nice for you and for me.<br>
+<p>
+"Mamma, do find something fresh and quite new,<br>
+For dear old Santa Claus, when he comes through,<br>
+I'll give it myself; I'll keep wide awake;<br>
+I know he'll be glad my present to take.<br>
+<p>
+"Now all go to bed as quick as you please,<br>
+I'll wait for him," said the bright little tease,<br>
+"He surely will ring, no doubt about that,<br>
+I'll bid him come in and then have a chat."<br>
+<p>
+Soon came a quick step on the piazza floor,<br>
+Just then a loud ring was heard at the door.<br>
+The little miss rose with dignified air,<br>
+Quick ushered him in, and set him a chair.<br>
+<p>
+All covered o'er with little bells tinkling,<br>
+Shaking and laughing, twisting and wriggling,<br>
+A funny old man, with little eyes blinking,<br>
+Looking at Nellie, what was he thinking?<br>
+<p>
+Not a word did he say&mdash;tired of waiting,<br>
+Nellie arose, her little heart quaking,<br>
+Held out her present, courage most failing,<br>
+"Santa Claus, take this"&mdash;now she is smiling.<br>
+<p>
+"His furry old hand, twisting and trembling,<br>
+Took the sweet gift&mdash;"You dear little darling,"<br>
+Uttered quite softly, tenderly kissing,<br>
+The bright little face, ne'er a bit shrinking.<br>
+<p>
+Lots of presents quickly bestowing,<br>
+Thanking her kindly&mdash;he must be going,<br>
+Shaking and laughing, his little bells jingling,<br>
+Down the steps, hastening off in a twinkling.<br>
+<p>
+Brave little lady! all are now saying,<br>
+Santa Claus truly! bright eyes are asking;<br>
+See her dear papa, secretly laughing<br>
+At her true faith in Santa Claus' coming.<br>
+<p>
+Yes! she believes it, ever so truly,<br>
+Dear precious darling! rob her not surely,<br>
+Of childhood's sweet faith, now in its glory,<br>
+While she's relating her own simple story.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Mrs. C. E. Wilbur<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Christmas Stockings</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis Christmas day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And little May<br>
+Peeps from her bed in the morning grey.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looks around,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But not a sound<br>
+Breaks on the quietness profound.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So, heaving sighs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She shuts her eyes,<br>
+And hard to go to sleep she tries.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But sleep has fled<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That little bed.<br>
+And weary moves the curly head,<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Until the light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Oh, welcome sight!)<br>
+Has banished every trace of night.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then out of bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With hurried tread,<br>
+She runs to waken brother Fred;<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For oh, what joys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the shape of toys,<br>
+Does Christmas bring to girls and boys!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fred gives a groan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or a sleepy moan,<br>
+And mutters, "Do let me alone!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But bonnie May<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Will not have nay;<br>
+She whispers, "It is Christmas day!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, magic sound!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For Fred turns round,<br>
+And in a trice is on the ground.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Our stockings, where?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"They're on that chair."<br>
+"Oh, what has Santa Claus put there?"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;May laughs with glee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sight to see,<br>
+Of stockings filled from toe to knee<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With parcels queer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That stick out here,<br>
+Before, behind, in front and rear.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, Fred! a dolly!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll call her Molly."<br>
+"Why, may, a penknife here; how jolly!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"A necktie blue!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A paintbox too!"<br>
+"Oh, Fred, a pair of kid gloves new!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"May, here's a gun!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Won't we have fun,<br>
+Playing at soldiers!&mdash;You'll be one."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Now that is all.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No; here's a ball;<br>
+Just hold it, or these things will fall."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What's in the toe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;May, do you know?<br>
+Biscuits and figs!&mdash;I told you so."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I think," said May,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That Christmas day<br>
+Should come at least every second day."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so say we;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then you see<br>
+That Santa Claus would tired be.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And all his toys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Christmas joys<br>
+Would vanish then from girls and boys.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+From "The Prize"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hang Up Baby's Stocking</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hang up the baby's stocking:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be sure you don't forget:<br>
+The dear little dimpled darling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has never seen Christmas yet.<br>
+<p>
+But I told him all about it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he opened his big blue eyes;<br>
+I'm sure he understood it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked so funny and wise.<br>
+<p>
+Ah, what a tiny stocking;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It doesn't take so much to hold<br>
+Such little toes as baby's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Safe from the frost and cold.<br>
+<p>
+But then, for the baby's Christmas<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It never will do at all;<br>
+For Santa Claus wouldn't be looking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For anything half so small.<br>
+<p>
+I know what will do for baby;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've thought of a first-rate plan;<br>
+I'll borrow a stocking of grandma&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The longest that I ever can.<br>
+<p>
+And you shall hang it by mine, mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Right here in the corner&mdash;so;<br>
+And write a letter for baby.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fasten it on the toe.<br>
+<p>
+"Old Santa Claus, this is a stocking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hung up for our baby dear;<br>
+You never have seen our darling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He has not been with us a year,<br>
+<p>
+"But he is a beautiful baby;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And now, before you go,<br>
+Please cram this stocking with presents,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From the top of it down to the toe.<br>
+<p>
+"Put in a baby's rattle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Also a coral ring,<br>
+A bright new ribbon for his waist;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some beads hung on a string<br>
+<p>
+"And mind a coloured ball please,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a tiny pair of shoes;<br>
+You'll see from this little stocking,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The size you have to choose."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Santa Claus</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A health to good old Santa Claus,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And to his reindeer bold,<br>
+Whose hoofs are shod with elder-down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose horns are tipped with gold.<br>
+<p>
+Ho comes from utmost fairyland<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Across the wintry snows;<br>
+He makes the fir-tree and the spruce<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To blossom like the rose.<br>
+<p>
+Over the quaint old gables,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over the windy ridge,<br>
+By turret wall and chimney tall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He guided his fairy sledge;<br>
+<p>
+He steals upon the slumbers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of little rose-lipped girls,<br>
+And lays his waxen dollies down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beside their golden curls.<br>
+<p>
+He scatters blessings on his way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sugar-coated plums;<br>
+He robs the sluggard from his rest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With trumpets, guns, and drums.<br>
+<p>
+Small feet, before the dawn of day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are marching to and fro,<br>
+Drums beat to arms through all the house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And penny trumpets blow.<br>
+<p>
+A health to brave old Santa Claus,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And to his reindeer bold,<br>
+Whose hoofs are shod with elder-down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose horns are tipped with gold.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+S. H. Whitman<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="081"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#080">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#082">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 81&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Father making Shadow-Rabbit for Daughter."
+src="images/page081a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Rabbit on the Wall</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The children shout with laughter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The uproar louder grows;<br>
+Even grandma chuckles faintly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Johnny chirps and crows.<br>
+There ne'er was gilded painting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hung up in lordly hall,<br>
+Gave half the simple pleasure<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As this rabbit on the wall.<br>
+<p>
+The cottage work is over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The evening meal is done;<br>
+Hark! thro' the starlight stillness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You hear the river run.<br>
+The little children whisper,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then speak out one and all;<br>
+"Come, father, make for Johnny,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The rabbit on the wall."<br>
+<p>
+He&mdash;smilingly assenting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They gather round his chair;<br>
+"Now, grandma, you hold Johnny;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't let the candle flare."<br>
+So speaking, from his fingers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He throws a shadow tall,<br>
+That seems, a moment after,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A rabbit on the wall.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Holiday Time</b></center><br>
+<p>
+With these three little girls and two
+little boys<br>
+There is sure to be plenty of laughter
+and noise;<br>
+But nobody minds it, because don't
+you see,<br>
+At school they are quiet with lessons
+to say&mdash;<br>
+But when the holidays come they can
+play the whole day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Fairy Queen</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Let us laugh and let us sing,<br>
+Dancing in a merry ring;<br>
+We'll be fairies on the green,<br>
+Sporting round the Fairy Queen.<br>
+<p>
+Like the seasons of the year,<br>
+Round we circle in a sphere;<br>
+I'll be Summer, you'll be Spring,<br>
+Dancing in a fairy ring.<br>
+<p>
+Harry will be Winter wild;<br>
+Little Annie, Autumn mild;<br>
+Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,<br>
+Dancing in a fairy  ring.<br>
+<p>
+Spring and Summer glide away,<br>
+Autumn comes with tresses grey;<br>
+Winter, hand in hand with Spring,<br>
+Dancing in a fairy ring.<br>
+<p>
+Faster! faster! round we go<br>
+While our cheeks like roses glow;<br>
+Free as birds upon the wing,<br>
+Dancing in a fairy ring.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Come and Play in the Garden</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little sister, come away,<br>
+And let us in the garden play,<br>
+For it is a pleasant day.<br>
+<p>
+On the grassplot let us sit,<br>
+Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,<br>
+And run about all over it.<br>
+<p>
+But the fruit we will not pick,<br>
+For that would be a naughty trick,<br>
+And, very likely, make us sick.<br>
+<p>
+Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers<br>
+That grow about the beds and bowers,<br>
+Because, you know, they are not ours.<br>
+<p>
+We'll pluck the daisies, white and red,<br>
+Because mamma has often said,<br>
+That we may gather them instead.<br>
+<p>
+And much I hope we always may<br>
+Out very dear mamma obey,<br>
+And mind whatever she may say.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Romp</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I am tired to death of keeping still<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And being good all day.<br>
+I guess my mamma's company<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Forgot to go away,<br>
+I've wished and wished they'd think of it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that they would get through;<br>
+But they must talk for ever first,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They almost always do.<br>
+<p>
+I heard Tom calling to me once,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's launched his boat, I know;<br>
+I wanted to get out and help,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But mamma's eyes said no.<br>
+The ladies talk such stuff to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It makes me sick to hear&mdash;<br>
+"How beautiful your hair curls!" or,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"How red your cheeks are, dear!"<br>
+<p>
+I'd ten times rather run a race,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then play my tunes and things;<br>
+I wouldn't swop my dogs and balls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For forty diamond rings.<br>
+I've got no 'finement, aunty says,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I 'spect she knows the best;<br>
+I don't need much to climb a tree,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or hunt a squirrel's nest.<br>
+<p>
+"Girls are like berries," papa says,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sweeter for running wild,"<br>
+But Aunt Melissa shakes her head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And calls me "Horrid child!"<br>
+I'll always be a romp she knows&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But sure's my name is Sadie,<br>
+I'll fool 'em all some dreadful day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By growing up a lady.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hide and Seek</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"We will have a game of hide and seek,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now mind you do not look."<br>
+And Willie went and hid himself<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a dark and lonely nook.<br>
+<p>
+Then the children went to find him;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They hunted all about.<br>
+It was a funny way in which<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At last they found him out.<br>
+<p>
+Just as they got where he was hid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his nose he felt a tickling<br>
+That made him sneeze, and so you see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They found him in a twinkling.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt=" Child and Dog playing Adventurers."
+src="images/page081b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="082"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#081">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#083">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 82&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Tea Party." src="images/page082a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tired of Play</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Tired of play! tired of play!<br>
+What hast thou done this livelong day?<br>
+The birds are silent, and so is the bee;<br>
+The sun is creeping up temple and tree;<br>
+<p>
+The doves have flown to the sheltering eves<br>
+And the nests are dark with the drooping leaves.<br>
+Twilight gathers and day is done,<br>
+How hast thou spent it, restless one?<br>
+<p>
+Playing? But what has thou done beside,<br>
+To tell thy mother at eventide?<br>
+What promise of morn is left unbroken?<br>
+What kind word to thy playmate spoken?<br>
+<p>
+Whom hast thou pitied and whom forgiven,<br>
+How with thy faults has duty striven,<br>
+What hast thou learned by field and hill?<br>
+By greenwood path, and singing rill?<br>
+<p>
+Well for thee if thou couldst tell,<br>
+A tale like this of a day spent well,<br>
+If thy kind hand has aided distress,<br>
+And thou pity hast felt for wretchedness;<br>
+<p>
+If thou hast forgiven a brother's offence,<br>
+And grieved for thine own with penitence;<br>
+If every creature has won thy love<br>
+From the creeping worm to the brooding dove,<br>
+Then with joy and peace on the bed of rest,<br>
+Thou wilt sleep as on thy mother's breast.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sea-side Play</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Two little boys, all neat and clean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came down upon the shore:<br>
+They did not know old Ocean's ways&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'd ne'er seen him before.<br>
+<p>
+So quietly they sat them down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To build a fort of sand;<br>
+Their backs were turned to the sea,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their faces toward the land.<br>
+<p>
+They had just built a famous fort&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The handkerchief flag was spread&mdash;<br>
+When up there came a stealthy wave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And turned them heels over head.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>After School Hours</b></center><br>
+<p>
+School is closed and tasks are done,<br>
+Flowers are laughing in the sun;<br>
+Like the songsters in the air,<br>
+Happy children, banish care!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Riding on a Gate</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Sing, sing,<br>
+What shall we sing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A gate is a capital<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sort of thing.<br>
+<p>
+If you have not a horse,<br>
+Or haven't a swing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A gate is a capital<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sort of thing.<br>
+<p>
+Cry, cry,<br>
+Finger in eye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go home to mother<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tell her why;<br>
+<p>
+You've been riding,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And why not I?<br>
+Each in turn, isn't that the rule<br>
+For work or play, at home or school.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Walking Song</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, my children, come away,<br>
+For the sun shines bright to-day;<br>
+Little children, come with me,<br>
+Birds, and brooks, and posies see;<br>
+Get your hats and come away,<br>
+For it is a pleasant day.<br>
+<p>
+Bring the hoop and bring the ball,<br>
+Come with happy faces all,<br>
+Let us make a merry ring,<br>
+Talk, and laugh, and dance, and sing<br>
+Quickly, quickly come away,<br>
+For it is a pleasant day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Lost Playmate</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The old school-house is still to day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The rooms have no gay throng;<br>
+No ringing laugh is on the air,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There is no snatch of song.<br>
+The white-haired master sits upon<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The seat beneath the tree,<br>
+And thinks upon the vanished face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With all its boyish glee.<br>
+<p>
+But a few short days ago, the lad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was gayest of the gay,<br>
+Quick at the page of knowledge, and<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The heartiest in play.<br>
+The pride of the home beside the stream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his pigeons in their cots,<br>
+And finding life a very dream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In pleasant homely spots.<br>
+<p>
+His school companions loving him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And old folks speaking praise,<br>
+Of the well-loved boy, with frankest eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And cheery, happy ways.<br>
+All in the village knew the boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From parson down to clerk,<br>
+And his whistle in the village street<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was clear as the song of lark.<br>
+<p>
+But like a dream he's passed away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And from the chamber dim,<br>
+In the fair light of summer day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The peasants carry him.<br>
+And playmates gather at the grave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The old schoolmaster there,<br>
+While blossomed boughs wave over-head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all around is fair.<br>
+<p>
+True is the grief that brings the tear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There is no empty show;<br>
+The simple neighbours see their loss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there is heart-felt woe.<br>
+They talk of the bright and lively lad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cut down in boyish prime,<br>
+And old folks think how strange is life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More strange with passing time!<br>
+<p>
+Oh! simple sight on green hill-side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Away from pomp and power;<br>
+Here are the truths so oft denied<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the imperial hour.<br>
+Dear child, how precious are the tears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Suffusing friendly eyes!<br>
+Sublimity is in their gleam,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A light from God's own skies.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Naughty Mice Teasing the Poor Kitten."
+src="images/page082b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="083"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#082">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#084">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 83&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Chinese Toy Merchant." src="images/page083a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>In the Toy Shop</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cups and saucers, pots and pans,<br>
+China figures, Chinese fans,<br>
+Railway trains, with tops and tables,<br>
+Fairy tales, and Aesop's fables.<br>
+<p>
+Clockwork mice, and colored marbles,<br>
+Painted bird that sweetly warbles,<br>
+Dolls of every age and size,<br>
+With flaxen curls and moving eyes.<br>
+<p>
+Cows and horses, chickens, cats,<br>
+Rattles, windmills, boats and bats,<br>
+Ducks and geese, and golden fishes,<br>
+Skipping ropes, and copper dishes.<br>
+<p>
+Books with coloured pictures, too,<br>
+And a thousand other things for you;<br>
+Dainty maidens, merry boys,<br>
+Here you are, all sorts of toys.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Neat Little Clara</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Little Clara, come away,<br>
+Little Clara, come and play;<br>
+Leave your work, Maria's here,<br>
+So come and play with me, my dear."<br>
+<p>
+"I will come, and very soon,<br>
+For I always play at noon;<br>
+But must put my work away,<br>
+Ere with you I come and play.<br>
+<p>
+First my bodkin I must place<br>
+With my needles in their case;<br>
+I like to put them by with care,<br>
+And then I always find them there.<br>
+<p>
+There's my cotton, there's my thread<br>
+Thimble in its little bed;<br>
+All is safe&mdash;my box I lock,<br>
+Now I come&mdash;'tis twelve o'clock."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Playing Store</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Ting-a-ling!" Now they<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Have opened the store,<br>
+Never was such<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An assortment before;<br>
+Mud pies in plenty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And parcels of sand,<br>
+Pebbles for sugar plums,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Always on hand.<br>
+<p>
+Plenty of customers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Coming to buy,<br>
+"Brown sugar, white sugar<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which will you try?<br>
+Paper for money;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their wealth, too, is vast;<br>
+In spite of the plenty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They scatter it fast.<br>
+<p>
+Quick little hands<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tie bundles with care,<br>
+Summer's glad music<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is filling the air;<br>
+Birdies fly over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wonder, no doubt,<br>
+What all these gay<br>
+&nbsp;little folks are about.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Shop." src="images/page083b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Fishing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+He took a stick, he took a cord,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He took a crooked pin,<br>
+And went a-fishing in the sand<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And almost tumbled in.<br>
+But just before he tumbled in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By chance it came about,<br>
+He hooked a whiting and a sole,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And made them tumble out.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hide and Seek</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When the clean white cloth is laid,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the cups are on the table,<br>
+When the tea and toast are made,<br>
+&nbsp;That's a happy time for Mabel.<br>
+<p>
+Stealing to her mother's side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In her ear she whispers low,<br>
+"When papa comes I'll hide;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Don't tell him where I go,"<br>
+<p>
+On her knees upon the floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In below the sofa creeping;<br>
+When she hears him at the door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She pretends that she is sleeping.<br>
+<p>
+"Where is Mabel?" father cries,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking round and round about.<br>
+Then he murmurs in surprise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Surely Mabel can't be out."<br>
+<p>
+First he looks behind his chair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he peers beneath the table,<br>
+Seeking, searching everywhere<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in vain for little Mabel;<br>
+<p>
+But at last he thinks he knows,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he laughs and shakes his head,<br>
+Says to mother, "I suppose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mabel has been put to bed."<br>
+<p>
+But when he sits down to tea,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From beneath the sofa creeping,<br>
+Mabel climbs upon his knee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Clasps her hands: "I was not sleeping."<br>
+<p>
+When he asks, "Where is my girl's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very secret hiding-place?"<br>
+Mabel only shakes her curls,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing, smiling, in his face.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Johnny Giving his Sister a Ride."
+src="images/page083c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="084"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#083">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#085">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 84&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Playhouse Coach." src="images/page084a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Sailors</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Now, Harry, pull the chairs up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, Fanny, get the shawl;<br>
+We'll play that we are sailors,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that we're in a squall.<br>
+<p>
+The fire will be a lighthouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To warn us off the shore;<br>
+And we will place the footstools<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For rocks, out on the floor.<br>
+<p>
+Now this chair is the stern<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that one is the bow;<br>
+But there, you must be careful,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And not lean hard, you know.<br>
+<p>
+Now, sailors, pull that sail up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tuck the corners in&mdash;<br>
+Well if you want it tighter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ask mother for a pin.<br>
+<p>
+Now couldn't we sing something<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About the "Ocean Blue"?<br>
+Well, never mind, "By-baby"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or anything will do.<br>
+<p>
+Take care, you careless sailors,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And mind what you are about,<br>
+You know the sea will drown you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you should tumble out.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Brother Playing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Up and down the play-room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then behind the door,<br>
+Now upon the sofa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now upon the floor.<br>
+<p>
+In below the table,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Round the big arm-chair,<br>
+Goes my little brother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Crying "Are you there?"<br>
+<p>
+And when brother sees me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then away I run;<br>
+And he follows after,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Merry with the fun.<br>
+<p>
+So at hide and seek we play.<br>
+And pass the happy hours away.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<center><b>Girls and Boys, Come Out to Play</b></center><br>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Girls and boys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come out to play,<br>
+The sun is shining<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Away, away.<br>
+<p>
+Into the meadow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over the way,<br>
+Tumbling and tossing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The new-mown hay.<br>
+<p>
+Into the hedgerow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Picking the May;<br>
+Over the hills<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And far away.<br>
+<p>
+Down by the brook<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where the ripples play,<br>
+Whirling and winding<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their silvery way,<br>
+<p>
+Then home again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By a different way,<br>
+Picking an armful<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of wildflowers gay.<br>
+<p>
+For mother dear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To gladden her way,<br>
+And wake in her heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A cheerful lay.<br>
+<p>
+For every leaf<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has it's sunny ray;<br>
+All nature is happy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And seems to say:<br>
+<p>
+Girls and boys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Come out to play.<br>
+The sun is shining<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Away, away.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Two Merry Men</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Two merry men,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One summer day,<br>
+Forsook their toys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And forgot their play.<br>
+<p>
+Two little faces,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Full of fun,<br>
+Two little hearts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That beat as one.<br>
+<p>
+Four little hands,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At work with a will,<br>
+Four little legs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That can't keep still.<br>
+<p>
+For labour is sweet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And toil is fun,<br>
+When mother wants<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Any work to be done.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mud Pies</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Tell me little ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Playing in the sun,<br>
+How many minutes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till the baking's done?<br>
+<p>
+Susy gets the flour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All of golden dust;<br>
+Harry builds the oven,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lily rolls the crust.<br>
+<p>
+Pat it here, and pat it there;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What a dainty size!<br>
+Bake it on a shelf of stone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nice mud pies!<br>
+<p>
+Now we want a shower&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For we need it so&mdash;<br>
+It would make a roadside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such a heap of dough.<br>
+<p>
+Turn them in, and turn them out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How the morning flies!<br>
+Ring the bell for dinner&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hot mud pies!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Playful Girl</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I know a little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who is very fond of play:<br>
+And if her ma would let her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would do nothing else all day.<br>
+<p>
+She has a little doll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And another one quite large.<br>
+She plays she has a little home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And house cares to discharge.<br>
+<p>
+But when her mamma calls her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some real work to do,<br>
+She does not like to leave her play,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And pouts till she is through.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hay Making</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In the hay, in the hay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Toss we and tumble;<br>
+No one to say us nay,<br>
+All through this Summer's day!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No one to grumble.<br>
+<p>
+In the hat, in the hay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Arthur we'll smother;<br>
+Bring armfuls, heap them high,<br>
+Pile them up&mdash;now good-bye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor little brother!<br>
+<p>
+In the hay, in the hay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Snugly reclining,<br>
+Shaded from the noontide heat,<br>
+Smelling the clover sweet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;See us all dining;<br>
+<p>
+While the haymakers sit<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the willows,<br>
+Each with his bread and cheese<br>
+Spread out upon his knees,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hay for their pillows.<br>
+<p>
+Hark! how the laugh and chat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Happy, light hearted!<br>
+Now to their work they go,<br>
+Raking up one long row,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fit to be carted.<br>
+<p>
+Now comes the wagon near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quickly they're loading;<br>
+Rake away! rake away!<br>
+While it's fine make the hay&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rain is foreboding.<br>
+<p>
+Now that the sunset ray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Says the day's over,<br>
+Homeward we make our way,<br>
+In the cart strewn with hay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smelling of clover.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Mrs. Hawtrey<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="American Indian Boys at Play." src="images/page084b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="085"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#084">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#086">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 85&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Thomas Mending his Bat." src="images/page085a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="My Dog and I Dancing." src="images/page085b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Johnny the Stout</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Ho! for a frolic!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Johnny the stout;<br>
+"There's coasting and sledding;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm going out."<br>
+<p>
+Scarcely had Johnny<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Plunged in the snow,<br>
+When there came a complaint<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up from his toe:<br>
+<p>
+"We're cold" said the toe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I and the rest;<br>
+There's ten of us freezing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing abreast."<br>
+<p>
+Then up spoke an ear;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"My, but it's labor&mdash;<br>
+Playing in winter. Eh!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Opposite neighbour!"<br>
+<p>
+"Pooh!" said his nose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Angry and red;<br>
+"Who wants to tingle?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go home to bed!"<br>
+<p>
+Eight little fingers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Four to a thumb,<br>
+All cried together&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Johnny, we're numb!"<br>
+<p>
+But Johnny the stout<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wouldn't listen a minute;<br>
+Never a snow-bank<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Johnny was in it.<br>
+<p>
+Tumbling and jumping,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shouting with glee,<br>
+Wading the snow-drifts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up to his knee.<br>
+<p>
+Soon he forgot them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fingers and toes,<br>
+Never once thought of<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The ear and the nose.<br>
+<p>
+Ah! What a frolic!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in a glow,<br>
+Johnny grew warmer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out in the snow.<br>
+<p>
+Often his breathing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came with a joke;<br>
+"Blaze away, Johnny!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll do the smoke."<br>
+<p>
+"And I'll do the fire,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Johnny the bold.<br>
+"Fun is the fuel<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For driving off cold."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Going to dig Sand." src="images/page085c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sorry He Played." src="images/page085d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="086"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#085">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#087">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 86&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Lamb Playing Tennis." src="images/page086a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Puss Blowing Bubbles." src="images/page086b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Training Time</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Supper is over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now for fun,<br>
+This is the season<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Children must run;<br>
+<p>
+Papa is reading;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Says, of these boys;<br>
+"Pray did you ever<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hear such a noise?"<br>
+<p>
+Riding on "camels"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Over the floor,<br>
+See, one's a squirrel<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Climbing the door;<br>
+<p>
+There goes the baby<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flat on his nose,<br>
+Brother was trying<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To tickle his toes.<br>
+<p>
+Little he minds it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though he would cry,<br>
+Changed it to laughter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As Lyn galloped by;<br>
+<p>
+Order is nowhere,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fun is the rule;<br>
+Think, they are children<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just out of school.<br>
+<p>
+Home is their palace;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They are the kings<br>
+Let them be masters,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of just a few things;<br>
+<p>
+Only one short hour<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out of all day,<br>
+Give them full freedom;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Join in their play.<br>
+<p>
+Do not be angry<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Do not forget<br>
+You liked to make noise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sometimes do yet;<br>
+<p>
+Home will be sweeter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till life is done<br>
+If you will give them<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An hour of fun.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Puss Playing Cricket." src="images/page086c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Frogs Playing Cricket." src="images/page086d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="087"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#086">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#088">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 87&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Playtime</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Play-time, play-time, hurrah!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out in the fields together!<br>
+Don't let us lose a moment's time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This fine, bright, glorious weather.<br>
+<p>
+Run, boys! Run, boys! faster!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ball and the bats for cricket;<br>
+Jack, you're the fastest runner here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be off, and pitch the wicket.<br>
+<p>
+Football for those who choose&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The goal stick&mdash;go, Jim, fix it;<br>
+Give us the ball; who's won the toss?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now, for the first who kicks it.<br>
+<p>
+No lazy ones today;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Off, stretch your legs running!<br>
+Now for the hip, hip, hip, hurrah!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And let the noise be stunning.<br>
+<p>
+Hear how it echoes round!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Another and another!<br>
+No fear of noise, it won't disturb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old granny and poor mother.<br>
+<p>
+Hullo there! no foul play!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dick, what is that you're saying?<br>
+No bad words and no cruel sport;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We're come for fun and playing.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Romping</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why now, my dear boys, this is always the way,<br>
+You can't be contented with innocent play;<br>
+But this sort of romping, so noisy and high,<br>
+Is never left off till it ends in a cry.<br>
+<p>
+What! are there no games you can take a delight in,<br>
+But kicking and knocking, and tearing, and fighting?<br>
+It is a sad thing to be forced to conclude<br>
+That boys can't be merry, without being rude.<br>
+<p>
+Now what is the reason you never can play<br>
+Without snatching each other's playthings away?<br>
+Would it be any hardship to let them alone,<br>
+When every one of you has toys of his own?<br>
+<p>
+I often have told you before, my dear boys,<br>
+That I do not object to your making a noise;<br>
+Or running and jumping about, anyhow,<br>
+But fighting and mischief I cannot allow.<br>
+<p>
+So, if any more of these quarrels are heard,<br>
+I tell you this once, and I'll keep to my word,<br>
+I'll take every marble, and spintop and ball,<br>
+And not let you play with each other at all.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Nurse's Song</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When the voices of children are heard on the green,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And laughing is heard on the hill,<br>
+My heart is at rest within my breast,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And everything else is still.<br>
+<p>
+"Then come home my children, the sun is gone down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the dews of the night arise;<br>
+Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,<br>
+Till the morning appears in the skies."<br>
+<p>
+"No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we cannot go to sleep;<br>
+Besides in the sky the little birds fly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the hills are covered with sheep."<br>
+<p>
+"Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then go home to bed."<br>
+The little ones leaped, and shouted and laughed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all the hills echoed.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+W. Blake<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our See-Saw." src="images/page087a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Owls See-Sawing." src="images/page087b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Pigs See-Sawing." src="images/page087c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="088"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#087">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#089">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 88&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Swinging</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Here we go on the garden swing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the chestnut tree.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up in the branches birdies sing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Songs to Baby and me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby and Kitty and me.<br>
+Then up, high up, for the ropes are long,<br>
+And down, low down, for the branch is strong.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there's room on the seat for three,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just Baby and Kitty and me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Merrily swinging,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Merrily singing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the chestnut tree.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up to the clustering leaves we go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Down we sweep to the grass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Touching the daisies there below,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bowing to let us pass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling to us as we pass.<br>
+Then up, high up, for the ropes are long,<br>
+And down, low down, for the branch is strong.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there's room on the seat for three,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just Baby and Kitty and me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Merrily swinging,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Merrily singing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the chestnut tree.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Skating</b></center><br>
+<p>
+One day it chanced that Miss Maud did meet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The poet's little son,<br>
+"I'm going skating, Sir," she said;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And so am I," said John.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"If you can skate and I can skate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why let me skate with you,<br>
+We'll go the whole world round and round,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And skate the whole year through."<br>
+<p>
+They skated left, and skated right,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Maud and little John,<br>
+That is&mdash;as long as there was ice<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For them to skate upon.<br>
+<p>
+And then they did unstrap their skates<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like other girls and men,<br>
+And never used them once&mdash;until<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They put them on again!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Skipping Rope</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Lessons now at last are over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Books and slates are put away;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hymns attentively repeated,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Copy without a blot completed,<br>
+Now's the time for fun and play.<br>
+<p>
+Lessons done with cheerful spirit<br>
+Bring the sure reward of merit,<br>
+Smiling face and heart so gay;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+In this bright and smiling weather,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Merrily they all together,<br>
+With the skipping rope will play;<br>
+<p>
+And if only Tom and Polly<br>
+Will come too, it will be jolly!<br>
+Here they are now, foot it lightly,<br>
+Hand in hand they skip so sprightly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bees are humming,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Summer's coming.<br>
+<p>
+Birds are singing as they're bringing<br>
+Twigs from many a distant tree;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Lined with down, and moss, and feather,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Where they'll sit and chirp together,<br>
+Oh! how snug those homes will be!<br>
+<p>
+O'er the ropes so lightly skipping,<br>
+O'er the grass so lightly tripping,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+The children are as glads as they.<br>
+Lessons are done with cheerful spirit,<br>
+Bring the sure reward of merit;<br>
+<p>
+And remember, too, that they<br>
+Who work hardest day by day,<br>
+Always most enjoy their play.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Piggy Swinging." src="images/page088a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Kangaroos Jumping." src="images/page088b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Kangaroos Skipping." src="images/page088c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="089"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#088">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#090">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 89&mdash;Play Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Baby's Debut</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My brother Jack was nine in May,<br>
+And I was eight on New Year's day;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So in Kate Wilson's shop<br>
+Papa (he's my papa and Jack's)<br>
+Bought me, last week, a doll of wax,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And brother Jack a top.<br>
+<p>
+Jack's in the pouts, and this it is,<br>
+He thinks mine came to more than his;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So to my drawer he goes,<br>
+Takes out the doll, and, O, my stars!<br>
+He pokes her head between the bars,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And melts off half her nose!<br>
+<p>
+Quite cross, a bit of string I beg,<br>
+And tie it to his peg-top's peg,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bang with might and main,<br>
+It's head against the parlor door:<br>
+Off flies the head, and hits the floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And breaks a window-pane.<br>
+<p>
+This made him cry with rage and spite:<br>
+Well, let him cry, it serves him right.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pretty thing, forsooth!<br>
+If he's to melt, all scalding hot.<br>
+Half my doll's nose, and I am not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To draw his peg-top's tooth!<br>
+<p>
+Aunt Hannah heard the window break,<br>
+And cried "O naughty Nancy Lake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus to distress your aunt:<br>
+No Drury-lane for you to-day!"<br>
+And while papa said "Pooh, she may!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mamma said "No she sha'n't!"<br>
+<p>
+Well, after many a sad reproach,<br>
+They got into a hackney coach,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And trotted down the street.<br>
+I saw them go: one horse was blind,<br>
+The tails of both hung down behind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their shoes were on their feet.<br>
+<p>
+The chaise in which poor brother Bill<br>
+Used to be drawn to Pentonville,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stood in the lumber-room:<br>
+I wiped the dust from off the top,<br>
+While molly mopp'd it with a mop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And brush'd it with a broom.<br>
+<p>
+My uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes,<br>
+Came in at six to black the shoes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(I always talk to Sam:)<br>
+So what does he, but takes, and drags<br>
+Me in the chaise among the flags,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And leaves me where I am.<br>
+<p>
+My father's walls are made of brick,<br>
+But not so tall and not so thick<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As these; and, goodness me!<br>
+My father's beams are made of wood,<br>
+But never, never half so good<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As those that now I see.<br>
+<p>
+What a large floor! 'tis like a town!<br>
+The carpet, when they lay it down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Won't hide it, I'll be bound;<br>
+And there's a row of lamps!&mdash;my eye!<br>
+How they do blaze! I wonder why<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They keep them on the ground.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Let the Child Play</b></center><br>
+<p>
+He who checks a child with terror,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stops its play and stills its song,<br>
+Not alone commits an error<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But a great and grievous wrong.<br>
+<p>
+Give it play, and never fear it;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Active life is no defect.<br>
+Never, never break its spirit;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Curb it only to direct.<br>
+<p>
+Would you stop the flowing river,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thinking it would cease to flow?<br>
+Onward in must flow forever;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Better teach it where to go.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Pussies' Fan Dance." src="images/page089a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Dog Dance." src="images/page089b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Round Dance." src="images/page089c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="090"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#089">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#091">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 90&mdash;Reading Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Pussies Reading Childland."
+src="images/page090a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Monkey Learning From Childland."
+src="images/page090b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Reading</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"And so you do not like to spell,<br>
+Mary, my dear, oh, very well:<br>
+'Tis dull and troublesome,' you say,<br>
+And you had rather be at play.<br>
+<p>
+"Then bring me all your books again;<br>
+Nay, Mary, why do you complain?<br>
+For as you do not choose to read,<br>
+You shall not have your books, indeed.<br>
+<p>
+"So, as you wish to be a dunce,<br>
+Pray go and fetch me them at once;<br>
+For if you will not learn to spell,<br>
+'Tis vain to think of reading well.<br>
+<p>
+"Do you not think you'll blush to own<br>
+When you become a woman grown,<br>
+Without one good excuse to plead,<br>
+That you have never learnt to read?"<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, dear mamma," said Mary then,<br>
+"Do let me have my books again;<br>
+I'll not fret any more indeed,<br>
+If you will let me learn to read."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mrs Grammar's Ball</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mrs Grammar once gave a fine ball<br>
+To the nine different parts of our speech;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the short and the tall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the stout and the small,<br>
+There were pies, plums and puddings for each.<br>
+<p>
+And first little Articles came,<br>
+In a hurry to make themselves known&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fat <i>A</i>, <i>An</i>, and <i>The</i>;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But none of the three<br>
+Could stand for a minute alone.<br>
+<p>
+The Adjectives came to announce<br>
+That their dear friends the Nouns were at hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Rough</i>, <i>rougher</i> and
+<i>roughest</i>,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Tough</i>, <i>tougher</i> and
+<i>toughest</i>,<br>
+<i>Fat</i>, <i>merry</i>, <i>good-natured</i> and
+<i>grand</i>.<br>
+<p>
+The Nouns were indeed on their way,<br>
+Tens of thousands, and more, I should think;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For each name we could utter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Shop</i>, <i>shoulder</i>, or
+<i>shutter</i>,<br>
+Is a noun: <i>lady</i>, <i>lion</i> or <i>link</i>.<br>
+<p>
+The Pronouns were hastening fast<br>
+To push the Nouns out of their places:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>I</i>, <i>thou</i>, <i>he</i>, and
+<i>she</i>,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>You</i>, <i>it</i>, <i>they</i>, and
+<i>we</i>,<br>
+With their sprightly intelligent faces.<br>
+<p>
+Some cried out, "Make way for the Verbs!<br>
+A great crowd is coming in view!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To <i>light</i> and to <i>smile</i>,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To <i>fight</i> and to <i>bite</i>,<br>
+To <i>be</i>, and to <i>have</i>, and to <i>do</i>.<br>
+<p>
+The Adverbs attended on the Verbs,<br>
+Behind as their footmen they ran;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As this, "to fight <i>badly</i>,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And "run <i>away gladly</i>,"<br>
+Shows how fighting and running were done.<br>
+<p>
+Prepositions came <i>in</i>, <i>by</i>, and
+<i>near</i>;<br>
+With Conjunctions, a wee little band,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As <i>either</i> you <i>or</i> he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But <i>neither</i> I <i>nor</i> she;<br>
+They held their great friends by the hand.<br>
+<p>
+Then, too, with a <i>hip</i>, <i>hip</i>,
+<i>hurrah</i>!<br>
+Rushed in Interjections uproarious;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Dear me!</i> <i>well-a-day!</i><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they saw the display,<br>
+"<i>Ha! Ha!</i>" they all shouted out, "glorious!"<br>
+<p>
+But, alas! what misfortunes were nigh!<br>
+While the fun and the feasting pleased each,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pounced on them at once<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A monster&mdash;a Dunce!<br>
+And confounded the nine parts of speech!<br>
+<p>
+Help! friends! to the rescue! on you<br>
+For aid Verb and Article call;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! give your protection<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To poor Interjection,<br>
+Noun, Pronoun, Conjunction, and all!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Grammar In Rhyme</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three little words we often see,<br>
+And Article, <i>a</i>, <i>an</i>, <i>the</i>.<br>
+<p>
+Noun's the name of anything,<br>
+As <i>school</i> or <i>garden</i>, <i>hoop</i> or
+<i>string</i>.<br>
+<p>
+Adjective tells the kind of noun,<br>
+As <i>great</i>, <i>small</i>, <i>pretty</i>,
+<i>white</i> or <i>brown</i>.<br>
+<p>
+Instead of nouns, the Pronoun stand<br>
+John's head, <i>his</i> face, <i>my</i> arm, <i>your</i>
+hand.<br>
+<p>
+Verbs tell us of something being done,<br>
+To <i>read</i>, <i>write</i>, <i>count</i>, <i>sing</i>,
+<i>jump</i>, or <i>run</i>.<br>
+<p>
+How things are done, the Adverbs tell,<br>
+As <i>slowly</i>, <i>quickly</i>, <i>ill</i>, or
+<i>well</i>.<br>
+<p>
+A Preposition stands before<br>
+A noun, as <i>in</i> or <i>through</i> a door.<br>
+<p>
+Conjunctions join the nouns together<br>
+as men <i>and</i> children, wind <i>and</i> weather.<br>
+<p>
+The Interjection shows surprise,<br>
+As <i>Oh</i>, how pretty! <i>Ah</i>, how wise!<br>
+<p>
+The whole are called nine parts of speech,<br>
+Which reading, writing, speaking teach.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Value of Reading</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The poor wretch who digs the mine for bread,<br>
+Or ploughs so that others may be fed,&mdash;<br>
+Feels less fatigue, than that decreed<br>
+To him that cannot think or read!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Hannah More<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="091"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#090">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#092">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 91&mdash;Reading Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Dogs Reading Childland." src="images/page091a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Rook Reading Childland." src="images/page091b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Rabbit Reading Childland." src="images/page091c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Storks Reading Childland." src="images/page091d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="092"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#091">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#093">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 92&mdash;Writing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Little Flo Writing Letter." src="images/page092a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Flo's Letter</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A sweet little baby brother<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had come to live with Flo,<br>
+And she wanted it brought to the table,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That it might eat and grow.<br>
+"It must wait a while," said grandma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In answer to her plea,<br>
+"For a little thing that hasn't teeth<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Can't eat like you and me."<br>
+<p>
+"Why hasn't it got teeth, grandma?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Asked Flo in great surprise,<br>
+"O my, but isn't it funny?&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No teeth, but nose and eyes.<br>
+"I guess," after thinking gravely,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They must have been forgot.<br>
+Can't we buy him some like grandpa's?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'd like to know why not."<br>
+<p>
+That afternoon, to the corner,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With paper, and pen, and ink,<br>
+Went Flo, saying, "Don't talk to me;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you do, it'll 'sturb my think.<br>
+I'm writing a letter, grandma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To send away to-night,<br>
+An' 'cause it's very 'portant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I want to get it right."<br>
+<p>
+At last the letter was finished,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A wonderful thing to see,<br>
+And directed to "God, in Heaven."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Please read it over to me,"<br>
+Said little Flo to her grandma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"To see if it's right, you know."<br>
+And here is the letter written<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To God by little Flo:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Dear God: The baby you brought us<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is awful nice and sweet,<br>
+But 'cause you forgot his tooffies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The poor little thing can't eat.<br>
+That's why I'm writing this letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A purpose to let you know.<br>
+Please come and finish the baby,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That's all&mdash;From Little Flo."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Eben. E. Rexford<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Exercise Makes Perfect</b></center><br>
+<p>
+True ease in writing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Comes from art, not chance,<br>
+As those move easiest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who have learned to dance.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Pope<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hurrah for the Postman</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hurrah for the postman<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who brings us the news!<br>
+What a lot it must take<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To pay for his shoes.<br>
+<p>
+For he walks many miles<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each day of the week,<br>
+And though he would like to,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Must not stay to speak.<br>
+<p>
+Red stripes round his blue cap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With clothing to match it;<br>
+If he lost any letters,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, wouldn't he catch it!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Two Letters</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;FIRST<br>
+<p>
+Dear Grandmamma&mdash;I write to say<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(And you'll be glad, I know,)<br>
+That I am coming, Saturday,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To spend a week or so.<br>
+<p>
+I'm coming, too, without mamma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You know I'm eight years old!<br>
+And you shall see how good I'll be,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To do as I am told.<br>
+<p>
+I'll help you lots about your word&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's so much I can do&mdash;<br>
+I'll weed the garden, hunt for eggs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And feed the chickens, too.<br>
+<p>
+And maybe I will be so good<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll keep me there till fall;<br>
+Or, better still, perhaps you'll say<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I can't go home at all!<br>
+<p>
+Now grandmamma, please don't forget<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To meet me at the train,<br>
+For I'll be sure to come&mdash;unless<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It should cloud up and rain!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;SECOND<br>
+<p>
+Dear Mamma&mdash;Please put on your things,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And take the next express;<br>
+I want to go back home again&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm very sick, I guess!<br>
+<p>
+My grandma's very good to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But grandma isn't you;<br>
+And I forgot, when I came here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'd got to sleep here, too!<br>
+<p>
+Last night I cried myself to sleep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I wanted you so bad!<br>
+To day, I cannot play or eat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I feel so very sad.<br>
+<p>
+Please, mamma, come, for I don't see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How I can bear to wait!<br>
+You'll find me, with my hat and sack<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out by the garden gate.<br>
+<p>
+And grandma will not care a bit<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you should come, I know;<br>
+Because I am your own little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I do love you so.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Nell's Letter</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dear Grandmamma, I will try to write<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A very little letter;<br>
+If I don't spell the words all right,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why next time I'll do better.<br>
+<p>
+My little rabbit is alive,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And likes his milk and clover,<br>
+He likes to se me very much,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But is afraid of Rover.<br>
+<p>
+I have a dove as white as snow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I hall her "Polly Feather";<br>
+She flies and hops about the yard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In every kind of weather.<br>
+<p>
+The hens are picking off the grass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And singing very loudly;<br>
+While our old peacock struts about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And shows his feathers  proudly.<br>
+<p>
+I think I'll close my letter now,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've nothing more to tell;<br>
+Please answer soon, and come to see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your loving, little Nell.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Baby's Letter to Uncle</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dear Old Uncle&mdash;I dot oor letter;<br>
+My dear mamma, she ditten better;<br>
+She every day a little bit stronger,<br>
+Don't mean to be sick very much longer.<br>
+<p>
+Dear little baby had a bad colic;<br>
+Had to take three drops of nassy palagolic.<br>
+Toot a dose of tatnip&mdash;felt worse as ever;<br>
+Shan't tate no mors tytnip, never!<br>
+<p>
+Wind on tomit, felt pooty bad;<br>
+Worse fit of sickness ever I had!<br>
+Ever had stomit ate, ole uncle Bill?<br>
+Ain't no fun, now, say what oo will.<br>
+<p>
+I used to sleep all day, and cry all night;<br>
+Don't do it now, 'cause it ain't yite.<br>
+Got a head of hair jess as black as night<br>
+And big boo eyes, yat look very bright.<br>
+<p>
+My mamma say, never did see<br>
+Any ozzer baby half as sweet as me.<br>
+Grandma come often, aunt Sarah, too;<br>
+Baby loves zem, baby loves oo.<br>
+<p>
+Baby sends a pooty kiss to his uncles all,<br>
+Aunties and cousins, big folks and small.<br>
+Can't say any more, so dood by&mdash;<br>
+Bully old uncle wiz a glass eye!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The First Letter</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Did you ever get a letter?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I did the other day.<br>
+It was in a real envelope,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And it came a long, long way.<br>
+<p>
+A stamp was in the corner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some printing when it came,<br>
+And the one that wrote the letter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had put 'Miss' before my name.<br>
+<p>
+Then there came a lot more written,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I forget now what it read,<br>
+But it told the office people<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where I lived, mamma said.<br>
+<p>
+Don't you s'pose those letter-persons,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If they hadn't just been told,<br>
+Would have thought 'twas for a lady<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who was awful, awful old?<br>
+<p>
+For it looked real big and heavy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The outside was stuck with glue,<br>
+So they couldn't know I'm little,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I don't think they could. Do you?"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Youth's Companion<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="093"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#092">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#094">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 93&mdash;Writing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>I'm Going to Write to Papa</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I'm going to write to papa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I guess he'd like to hear<br>
+What his little girl is doing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The same as when he is near;<br>
+<p>
+I'll tell him how I miss him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And how I'd wish he'd come,<br>
+And never, never, leave us,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But always stay at home.<br>
+<p>
+I'll tell him 'bout my dolly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's sleeping on the floor,<br>
+I fear that noise will wake her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! please don't slam the door.<br>
+<p>
+For I must not be bothered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That's just what ma would say,<br>
+When she begins a letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sends me off to play.<br>
+<p>
+I'll send him lots of kisses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And one bright shining curl,<br>
+I'll ask him to remember<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His lonely little girl;<br>
+<p>
+I want so much to see him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I won't cry a wink,<br>
+Cause when I write my letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The tears would blot my ink.<br>
+<p>
+I'm going to write to papa,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And oh! how glad he'll be.<br>
+To get a little letter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That was written all by me.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Letters</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I gaze upon ye, once again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old records of the past,<br>
+And o'er the dim and faded lines<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My tears are falling fast;<br>
+<p>
+I deem'd not there was a power yet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In these few simple words,<br>
+To stir within my quiet heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such old familiar chords.<br>
+<p>
+Ye bring me back mine early dreams&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, but to dream them now,<br>
+With childhood's fresh, unwearied heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And pure unsadden'd brow!<br>
+<p>
+The loved&mdash;the lost&mdash;the changed&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The dead&mdash;all these we conjure up,<br>
+And mingled in the draught<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That lies in memory's magic cup.<br>
+<p>
+Old letters&mdash;sad mementoes ye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of friendship's shatter'd chain,<br>
+Oh! that the hand these pages traced,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My own might clasp again.<br>
+<p>
+They tell me yet of early love,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of feelings glad and gay,<br>
+Of childhood's April hopes and fears&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The writers, where are they?<br>
+<p>
+Time's changes are for deeper things<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than folly's vain pursuit,<br>
+Spring blossoms fade, to leave a place<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For autumn's ripen'd fruit.<br>
+<p>
+Look back upon the buried past,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But not with vain regret,<br>
+Be grateful for the many joys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That bloom around thee yet.<br>
+<p>
+Bend heavenward thine onward course,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That years of coming age<br>
+May leave an impress in life's book,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pure as its opening page!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Papa's Letter</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I was sitting in my study,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Writing letters, when I heard:<br>
+"Please, dear mamma, Mary told me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That you mustn't be disturbed.<br>
+<p>
+But I'se tired of the kitty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Want some ozzer thing to do.<br>
+Writing letters is 'ou mamma?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tan't I write a letter, too?"<br>
+<p>
+"Not now, darling, mamma's busy;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Run and play with kitty now."<br>
+"No&mdash;no mamma; me wite letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ten you will show me how."<br>
+<p>
+I would paint my darling's portrait,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As his sweet eyes searched my face&mdash;<br>
+Hair of gold and eyes of azure,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Form of childish witching grace.<br>
+<p>
+But the eager face was clouded,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As I slowly shook my head,<br>
+Till I said: "I'll make a letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of you, darling boy, instead."<br>
+<p>
+So I parted back the tresses<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From his forehead high and white,<br>
+And a stamp in sport I pasted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Mid its waves of golden light.<br>
+<p>
+Then I said: "Now, little letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go away and bear good news,"<br>
+And I smiled as down the staircase<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Clattered loud the little shoes.<br>
+<p>
+Leaving me, the darling hurried<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Down to Mary in his glee:<br>
+"Mamma's witting lots of letters;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'se a letter, Mary, see."<br>
+<p>
+No one heard the little prattler,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As once more he climbed the stair.<br>
+Reached his little cap and tippet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing on the table there.<br>
+<p>
+No one heard the front door open,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No one saw the golden hair,<br>
+As it floated o'er his shoulders<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the crisp October air.<br>
+<p>
+Down the street the baby hastened,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till he reached the office door:<br>
+"I'se a letter, Mr. Postman,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is there room for any more?<br>
+<p>
+'Cause this letter's going to papa;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Papa lives with God, 'ou know:<br>
+Mamma sent me for a letter;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Does 'ou fink at I tan do?"<br>
+<p>
+But the clerk in wonder answered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Not to-day, my little man;"<br>
+"Den I'll find anozzer office,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Cause I must go if I tan."<br>
+<p>
+Fain the clerk would have detained him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the pleading face was gone,<br>
+And the little feet were hastening,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the busy crowd swept on.<br>
+<p>
+Suddenly the crowd was parted,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;People fled to left and right,<br>
+As a pair of maddened horses<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At that moment dashed in sight.<br>
+<p>
+No one saw the baby figure,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No one saw the golden hair,<br>
+Till a voice of frightened sweetness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rang out on the autumn air.<br>
+<p>
+'Twas too late: a moment only<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stood the beauteous vision there:<br>
+Then the little face lay lifeless<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Covered o'er with golden hair.<br>
+<p>
+Rev'rently they raised my darling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brushed away the curls of gold,<br>
+Saw the stamp upon the forehead<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Growing now so icy cold.<br>
+<p>
+Not a mark left the face disfigured,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Showing where a hoof had trod;<br>
+But the little life was ended&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Papa's letter" was with God.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Bessie's Letter</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I have got a letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A letter of my own,<br>
+It has my name upon it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Bessie L. Stone.<br>
+<p>
+My papa sent it to me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's away from home&mdash;you see<br>
+I guess the postman wondered<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who Bessie Stone could be.<br>
+<p>
+I'd like to send an answer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I don't know how to spell;<br>
+I'll get mamma to do it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that will do as well.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Little Boy's Valentine</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little girl across the way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You are so very sweet,<br>
+I shouldn't be a bit surprised<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you were good to eat.<br>
+<p>
+Now what I'd like if you would too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would be to go and play&mdash;<br>
+Well, all the time, and all my life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On your side of the way.<br>
+<p>
+I don't know anybody yet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On your side of the street,<br>
+But often I look over there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And watch you&mdash;you're so sweet.<br>
+<p>
+When I am big, I tell you what,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I don't care what they say,<br>
+I'll go across&mdash;and stay there, too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On your side of the way.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Letter Writing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Heaven first taught letters<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For some wretch's aid,<br>
+Some banish'd lover,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or some captive maid.<br>
+<p>
+They live, they speak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They breathe what love inspires,<br>
+Warm from the soul,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And faithful to its fires;<br>
+<p>
+The virgin's wish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without her fears impart,<br>
+Excuse the blush,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And pour out all the heart&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+Speed the soft intercourse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From soul to soul,<br>
+And waft a sigh<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From Indus to the pole.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Boil it Down</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Whatever you have to say my friend,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whether witty, grave, or gay,<br>
+Condense as much as ever you can,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that is the readiest way;<br>
+And whether you write of rural affairs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or particular things in town,<br>
+Just take a word of friendly advice&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Boil it down."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Letters from Home</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Letters from home! How musical to the ear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the sailor-boy on the far-off main,<br>
+When, from the friendly vessel drawing near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Across the billow floats the gentle
+strain,<br>
+The words the tear-drops of his memory move;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They tell a mother's or a sister's love;<br>
+And playmates, friends, and sweetheart to him come<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out to him on the sea, in letters from his
+home.<br>
+How warmly there the tender home-light shines!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What household music lives in those dear
+tender lines.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="094"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#093">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#095">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 94&mdash;Writing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Polly's Letter to Brother Ben</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dear Brother Ben,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I take my pen<br>
+To tell you where,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And how, and when,<br>
+I found the nest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of our speckled hen.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She would never lay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a sensible way,<br>
+Like other hens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the barn or the hay;<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But here and there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And everywhere,<br>
+On the stable floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the wood-house stair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And once on the ground<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eggs I found.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But yesterday<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I ran away,<br>
+With mother's leave,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the barn to play.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The sun shone bright<br>
+On the seedy floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the doves so white<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were a pretty sight<br>
+As they walked in and out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the open door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With their little red feet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And their features neat,<br>
+Cooing and cooing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More and more.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, I went out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To look about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the platform wide,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where side by side<br>
+I could see the pig-pens<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In their pride;<br>
+And beyond them both,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On a narrow shelf,<br>
+I saw the speckled hen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hide herself<br>
+<p>
+Behind a pile<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of hoes and rakes<br>
+And pieces of boards<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And broken stakes.<br>
+"Ah! ha! old hen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I have found you now,<br>
+But to reach your nest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I don't know how,<br>
+Unless I could creep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or climb or crawl<br>
+Along the edge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the pig-pen wall."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And while I stood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a thoughtful meed,<br>
+The speckled hen cackled<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As loud as she could,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And flew away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As much as to say,<br>
+"For once my treasure<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is out of your way."<br>
+I did not wait<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A moment then:<br>
+I couldn't be conquered<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By that old hen!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But along the edge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the slippery ledge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I carefully crept,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the great pigs slept,<br>
+And I dared not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;even look to see<br>
+If they were thinking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of eating me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But all at once,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, what a dunce!<br>
+<p>
+I dropped my basket<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into the pen,<br>
+The one you gave me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brother Ben;<br>
+There were two eggs in it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the way,<br>
+That I found in the manger<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the hay.<br>
+Then the pigs got up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And ran about<br>
+With a noise between<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A grunt and a shout.<br>
+<p>
+And when I saw them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rooting, rooting,<br>
+Of course I slipped<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lost my footing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tripped,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And jumped,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And finally fell<br>
+Right down among<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The pigs pell-mell.<br>
+For once in my life<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I was afraid;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the door that led<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out to the shed<br>
+<p>
+Was fastened tight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With and iron hook,<br>
+And father was down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the fields by the brook,<br>
+Hoeing and weeding<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His rows of corn,<br>
+And here was his Polly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So scared and forlorn,<br>
+But I called him, and called him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As loud as I could.<br>
+I knew he would hear me&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He must and he should.<br>
+<p>
+"O father! O father!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Get out, you old pig).<br>
+O father! oh! oh!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For their mouths are so big.<br>
+Then I waited a minute<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And called him again,<br>
+"O father! O father!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I am in the pig pen!"<br>
+And father did hear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he threw down his hoe,<br>
+And scampered as fast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As a father could go.<br>
+<p>
+The pigs had pushed me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Close to the wall,<br>
+And munched my basket,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eggs and all,<br>
+And chewed my sun-bonnet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into a ball.<br>
+And one had rubbed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His muddy nose<br>
+All over my apron,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Clean and white;<br>
+<p>
+And they sniffed at me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And stepped on my toes,<br>
+But hadn't taken<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The smallest bite,<br>
+When father opened<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The door at last,<br>
+And oh! in his arms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He held me fast.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. Denison<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Writing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little pens of metal,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little drops of ink,<br>
+Make the wicked tremble,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the people think.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Value of Writing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Blest be that gracious power<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who taught mankind<br>
+To stamp a lasting image<br>
+&nbsp;On the mind:<br>
+<p>
+Beasts may convey,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tuneful birds may sing<br>
+Their mutual feelings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the opening spring;<br>
+<p>
+But man alone has skill<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And power to send<br>
+The heart's warm dictates<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the distant friend:<br>
+<p>
+Tis his also to please,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Instruct, advise,<br>
+Ages remote,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nations yet to rise.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Crabbe<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Use the Pen</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Use the pen! there's magic in it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never let it lag behind;<br>
+Write thy thought, the pen can win it<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From the chaos of the mind.<br>
+<p>
+Many a gem is lost forever<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the careless passer-by,<br>
+But the gems of thought should never<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the mental pathway lie.<br>
+<p>
+Use the pen! reck not that others<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Take a higher flight than thine.<br>
+Many an ocean cave still smothers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pearls of price beneath the brine.<br>
+<p>
+So thy words and thoughts securing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Honest praise from wisdom's tongue,<br>
+May, in time, be as enduring<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As the strains which Homer sung.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. E. Carpenter<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Power of the Pen</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Beneath the rule of men entirely great,<br>
+The pen is mightier than the sword.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Lord Lytton<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Letters</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Such a little thing&mdash;a letter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet so much it may contain:<br>
+Written thoughts and mute expressions<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Full of pleasure, fraught with pain.<br>
+<p>
+When our hearts are sad at parting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Comes a gleam of comfort bright,<br>
+In the mutual promise given:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"We will not forget to write."<br>
+<p>
+Plans and doings of the absent;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Scraps of news we like to hear,<br>
+All remind us, e'en though distant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Kind remembrance keeps us near.<br>
+<p>
+Yet sometimes a single letter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Turns the sunshine into shade;<br>
+Chills our efforts, clouds our prospects,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Blights our hopes and makes them fade.<br>
+<p>
+Messengers of joy or sorrow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Life or death, success, despair,<br>
+Bearers of affection's wishes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Greetings kind or loving prayer.<br>
+<p>
+Prayer or greeting, were we present,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would be felt, but half unsaid;<br>
+We can write&mdash;because our letters&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not our faces&mdash;will be read?<br>
+<p>
+Who has not some treasured letters,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fragments choice of other's lives;<br>
+Relics, some, of friends departed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Friends whose memory still survives?<br>
+<p>
+Touched by neither time nor distance,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will their words unspoken last?<br>
+Voiceless whispers of the present,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent echoes of the past!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Right Method of Composition</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Never be in haste in writing:<br>
+Let that thou utterest be of nature's flow,<br>
+Not art's, a fountain's, not a pump's. But once<br>
+Begun, work thou all things into thy work:<br>
+And set thyself about it, as the sea<br>
+About the earth, lashing it day and night:<br>
+And leave the stamp of thine own soul in it<br>
+As thorough as the fossil flower in clay:<br>
+The theme shall start and struggle in thy breast,<br>
+Like to a spirit in its tomb at rising,<br>
+Rending the stones, and crying&mdash;Resurrection.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+P. J. Bailey<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cat and Dog Sending Letters." src="images/page094a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="095"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#094">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#096">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 95&mdash;Drawing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Lady Artist." src="images/page095a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Gentleman Artist." src="images/page095b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Sunday Fisherman: A story with Symbols."
+src="images/page095c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Drawing Pussy's Likeness." src="images/page095d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Working for a Prize." src="images/page095e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="096"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#095">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#097">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 96&mdash;Drawing Land</h3>
+<br>
+<b>Just cast your beautiful, your sparkling,<br></b>
+your penetrating, your discriminating<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Eyes." src="images/page096a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Over this page, and read, mark, learn,<br></b>
+and inwardly digest its Contents.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Room Hung With Pictures Is A Room Hung WithThoughts."
+src="images/page096b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+THE two greatest educating powers in the ancient world were Pictures
+and Poetry&mdash;the two greatest educating powers are pictures and
+poetry still, and pictures and poetry blended in an interesting
+manner is the intended educating feature of this
+PLEASANT-LEARNING-LAND, but my object in this place is to speak of
+pictures only, as perhaps the greatest of all educating powers, and
+to demonstrate that they are not sufficiently used for educational
+purposes. Firstly: pictures are in a universal language&mdash;when
+they
+are true to nature every person on the earth can understand them.
+Show a picture of a person or a bird, a horse or a house, a ship, a
+tree, or a landscape, and everyone knows what is meant, and this is
+why most of the peoples of the ancient world conveyed their ideas in
+picture language. FLETCHER, in his <i>Cyclopedia of Education</i>,
+says:&mdash;
+"It has long been accepted as an axiom that the best explanation of a
+thing is the sight and study of the thing itself, and the next best a
+true picture of the thing." DRYDEN, speaking of poetry and painting
+says:&mdash;
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The poets are confined to narrow space,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To speak the language of their native
+place;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The painter widely stretches his command,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>His pencil speaks the tongue of every
+land</i>."<br>
+<p>
+Many writers, ancient and modern, have taught the great educational
+power of pictures. HORACE says:&mdash;A picture is a poem without
+words".
+SYDNEY SMITH says:&mdash;"Every good picture is the best of sermons
+and
+lectures." O. S. FOWLER says:&mdash;"A single picture often conveys
+more
+than volumes." W. M. HUNT says:&mdash;"From any picture we can learn
+something." HENRY WARD BEECHER says:&mdash;"A picture that teaches any
+affection or moral sentiment will speak in the language which men
+understand, without any other education than that of being born and
+of living." GARRICK, speaking of Hogarth, says:&mdash;
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"His pictured morals mend the mind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And through the eye improve the heart."<br>
+<p>
+But pictures are not only a means of education, for they bring
+pleasure, comfort, and education combined. STEELE
+says:&mdash;"Beautiful
+pictures are the entertainment of pure minds." G. P. PUTMAN
+says:&mdash;
+"How many an eye and heart have been fascinated by an enchanting
+picture." CICERO says:&mdash;"The eyes are charmed by pictures, and
+the
+ears by music." JOHN GILBERT says:&mdash;"Pictures are consolers of
+loneliness; they are a sweet flattery to the soul, they are a relief
+to the jaded mind; they are windows to the imprisoned thought; they
+are books, they are histories and sermons, which we can read without
+the trouble of turning over the leaves." UGO FOSCOLIO says:&mdash;
+"Pictures are the chickweed to the gilded cage, and make up for the
+want of many other enjoyments to those whose life is mostly passed
+amid the smoke and din, the bustle and noise of an overcrowded city."
+PANDOLFINI says:&mdash;Many an eye has been surprised into moisture by
+pictured woe and heroism; and we are mistaken if the glow of pleasure
+has not lighted in some hearts the flame of high resolve, or warmed
+into life the seeds of honorable ambition."
+<p>
+Many pictures, particularly portraits, by bringing up reminiscences,
+are a great source of consolation. In millions of houses the
+most-loved and treasured possession is the photographic album
+containing the likenesses of dear absent or departed friends. SHEE,
+writing of the soothing influences of the portrait, says:&mdash;
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mirror divine! which gives the soul to
+view,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Reflects the image, and retains it too!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Recalls to friendship's eye the fading
+face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Revives each look, and rivals every grace:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In thee the banished lover finds relief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His bliss in absence, and his balm in
+grief:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Affection, grateful, owns thy sacred
+power,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The father feels thee in affliction's
+hour;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When catching life ere some lov'd cherub
+flies.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To take its angel station in the skies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The portrait soothes the loss it can't
+repair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sheds a comfort, even in despair."<br>
+Or&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The widow'd husband sees his sainted wife<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In pictures warm, and smiling as in
+life,&mdash;<br>
+And&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+While he gazes with convulsive thrill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And weeps, and wonders at the semblance
+still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>He breathes a blessing on the pencil's
+aid,</i><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>That half restores the substance in the
+shade</i>."<br>
+<p>
+But it is more particularly with pictures as a direct means of
+education that I have to speak. MR. STEAD holds that in the coming
+education of the world the magic lantern will play a very great part,
+for through its aid you can portray any object you
+wish&mdash;pictures of
+scenery, of buildings, of distant countries, of the microscopic
+world, and in fact any kind of pictures you choose, in a most
+beautiful, life-like, interesting, and educational manner. I think
+and earnestly hope that MR. STEAD'S prediction will be fulfilled.
+<p>
+There are two other ways which I think that pictures should be used
+for educational purposes. Firstly, in books, as in this one, and
+secondly, on the walls of buildings&mdash;outside and inside if you
+like
+&mdash;but I will speak only of the inside in this paper. Why should
+not
+every room of every house be covered with pictures where it is not
+covered with furniture? In millions of rooms there is a great waste
+of opportunity. Many times I have thought why do they not have
+varying patterns of different scenery, etc, in the different rooms of
+the houses instead of the wall paper, with its uninteresting pattern
+perpetually repeated. There is no reason why a house of twelve rooms
+should not represent on its walls twelve different countries, or
+twelve histories of striking events, etc. Possibly this may take
+place later on. With respect to hanging pictures everywhere on the
+walls, it may be objected that it would be too expensive&mdash;so it
+would if they were costly pictures&mdash;but really good pictures are
+produced by the million now so cheaply, that the objection of expense
+vanishes. The walls can be covered now almost as cheaply with
+intellectual pictures as with unintellectual wall paper. SIR JOSHUA
+REYNOLDS says:&mdash;"A room hung with pictures, is a room hung with
+thoughts." JOHN GILBERT says:&mdash;"A room with pictures in it, and a
+room without pictures, differ by nearly as much as a room with
+windows and a room without windows; for pictures are loopholes of
+escape to the soul, leading it to other scenes and to other spheres,
+as it were, through the frame of an exquisite picture, where the
+fancy for a moment may revel, refreshed and delighted."
+<p>
+I was convinced many years ago of the almost criminal waste of wall
+space, and issued the following doggerel lines, partly from trade and
+partly from sentimental motives:&mdash;
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Every cottage,<br>
+Two-roomed cottage,<br>
+Should contain full<br>
+Twenty PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Every cottage,<br>
+Four-roomed cottage,<br>
+Should contain full<br>
+Forty PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Every cottage,<br>
+Six-roomed cottage,<br>
+Should contain full<br>
+Sixty PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Every villa,<br>
+Eight-roomed villa,<br>
+Should contain full<br>
+Eighty PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Every mansion,<br>
+Ten-roomed mansion,<br>
+Should contain a<br>
+Hundred PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Every large school<br>
+For instruction<br>
+Should contain a<br>
+THOUSAND PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Walls are made to<br>
+Keep out weather<br>
+And also to<br>
+Display PICTURES.<br>
+<p>
+Count your PICTURES<br>
+All your walls on.<br>
+See if you have<br>
+Quite the number,<br>
+You will want more<br>
+You will wish more,<br>
+You will get more<br>
+Shouldn't wonder.<br>
+<p>
+PICTURES they are<br>
+Made to please you&mdash;<br>
+First to please you<br>
+When you buy them;<br>
+Next to please your<br>
+Own dear children,<br>
+Pictures please and<br>
+Teach them too.<br>
+Next to please your<br>
+Friends and neighbours<br>
+When they kindly<br>
+Call on you.<br>
+<p>
+They'll admire them,<br>
+Then they'll praise them.<br>
+Then that pleases<br>
+You again.<br>
+PICTURES please and<br>
+Teach for ever,<br>
+All the Children,<br>
+Women, Men.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Even in the poorest houses pictures must always be a blessing. Many a
+poor man's cheerless home would be made much more comfortable and
+endurable if a few shilling's worth of good pictures were posted or
+hung round its bare walls. If houses were universally decorated with
+true speaking pictures what an immense influence for good it would
+bring them. What intellectual and refined tastes it would create and
+nurture. One most important thing in selecting pictures to cover the
+walls it to always choose good subjects. A poor picture takes up as
+much room as a good one, and generally costs as much. Always choose
+live speaking pictures that will interest and instruct. There is an
+immense multitude of poor, tame, an uninteresting pictures produced
+in the world, and which in millions of instances keep out the good
+ones. If these poor ones could be kept back or destroyed, and the
+best ones only take their place, the world would be better for it.
+In choosing materials to build up a bright, happy home, always select
+the best&mdash;the best books&mdash;the best music&mdash;the best
+pictures. In
+conclusion, there is one more suggestion I would make on the picture
+question, and I think it is the most important of all; it is that a
+good clear map of the world should be hung in every house in the
+world, to give every person an idea of the world they live in. For it
+is a most deplorable fact that ninety-nine out of every hundred of
+the inhabitants, even of the civilized world, have a very poor
+conception of the geography and ethnology of the world. And this
+should not be, for every person ought to have a clear idea of their
+world-fatherland, and of their fellow creatures, and a knowledge of
+the map of the world is the first lesson to be learned in that most
+desirable direction.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;E W COLE, Book Arcade, Melbourne.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Single Picture Often Conveys More Than Volumes."
+src="images/page096c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="097"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#096">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#098">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 97&mdash;Drawing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Drawing Doggy's Likeness." src="images/page097a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The New Slate</b></center><br>
+<p>
+See my slate. I dot it new<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cos I b'oke the other,<br>
+Put my 'ittle foot right froo,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Runnin' after modder.<br>
+<p>
+I tan make you lots of sings,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fass as you tan tell 'em,<br>
+T's and B's and O rings,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Only I tan't spell 'em<br>
+<p>
+I tan make an elephant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wid his trunk a hangin';<br>
+An' a boy&mdash;who says I tan't?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wid his dun a bangin'<br>
+<p>
+An' the smoke a tummin' out;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Wid my t'umb I do it,<br>
+Rubbin' all the white about,)<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sparks a flying froo it.<br>
+<p>
+I tan make a pretty house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wid a tree behind it,<br>
+And a 'ittle mousey-mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Runnin' round to find it.<br>
+<p>
+I tan put my hand out flat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the slate and draw it;<br>
+(Ticklin' is the worst of that!)<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did you ever saw it?<br>
+<p>
+Now, then, s'all I make a tree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wid a birdie on it?<br>
+All my pictures you s'all see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you'll wait a minute.<br>
+<p>
+No, I dess I'll make a man<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Juss like Uncle Rolly,<br>
+See it tummin', fass it tan!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bet my slate is jolly!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Do Not Stare." src="images/page097b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Doggy Drawing Pussy's Likeness."
+src="images/page097c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Baby Artist." src="images/page097d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="098"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#097">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#099">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 98&mdash;Drawing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Doggies Sitting to have Their Portraits Taken."
+src="images/page098a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Learning to Draw</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, here is a slate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a pencil, and string.<br>
+And now sit you down, dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And draw pretty thing;<br>
+A man and a cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a horse and a tree,<br>
+And when you have finished<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pray show them to me.<br>
+<p>
+What! cannot you do it?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall I show you how?<br>
+Come, give me your pencil;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll draw you a cow.<br>
+You've made the poor creature<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Look very forlorn!<br>
+She has but three legs, dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And only one horn.<br>
+<p>
+Now look, I have drawn you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A beautiful cow;<br>
+And see, here's a dicky-bird,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Perched on a bough,<br>
+And there are some more<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flying down from above;<br>
+There now, is not that<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very pretty, my love?<br>
+<p>
+Oh, yes, very pretty!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now make me some more&mdash;<br>
+A house with a gate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a window, and a door,<br>
+And a little  boy flying<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His kite with a string;<br>
+Oh, thank you, mamma,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now I'll draw pretty thing.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Young Artist Touching Up." src="images/page098b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Fairy in Great Danger." src="images/page098c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Picture Gallery." src="images/page098d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="099"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#098">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#100">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 99&mdash;Drawing Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=20 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="center">
+<img alt="A Lesson in Drawing." src="images/page099a.png">
+</TD> <TD align="left">
+<center><small><b>A Lesson in Drawing</b></small></center>
+<p>
+<center><small>I.</small><br></center>
+<small>
+Take a pencil, black or red.<br>
+Draw a little loaf of bread<br>
+On a piece of paper white&mdash;<br>
+Make the bread extremely light.<br>
+</small><p>
+<center><small>II.</small><br></center>
+<small>
+Then, before your work you stop,<br>
+Draw a little loop on top,<br>
+And a satchel will be found<br>
+Such as ladies carry round.<br>
+</small><p>
+<center><small>III.</small><br></center>
+<small>
+Then you may, my pretty dears,<br>
+Add a pair of little ears;<br>
+And, if Art is not in fault,<br>
+There's a bag of extra salt.<br>
+</small><p>
+<center><small>IV.</small><br></center>
+<small>
+Pause, and in rapture fine,<br>
+Contemplate the great design&mdash;<br>
+Add a flowing tail, and that<br>
+Makes a perfect pussy cat.<br>
+</small>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Wounded." src="images/page099b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Drawing Lesson on the Slate: Birds."
+src="images/page099c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Drawing Lesson on the slate: Rooster and
+Household items." src="images/page099d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<img alt="Drawing Lesson on the Slate: People."
+src="images/page099e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="100"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#099">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#101">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 100&mdash;Old Men Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Man and His Wife</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old man who lived in a wood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As you may plainly see,<br>
+He said he could do as much work in a day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As his wife could do in three.<br>
+<p>
+"With all my heart," the old woman said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"If that you will allow;<br>
+To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I'll go drive the plough.<br>
+<p>
+"But you must milk the Tidy cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For fear she may go dry.<br>
+And you must feed the little pigs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That are within the sty;<br>
+<p>
+"And you must mind the speckled hen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For fear she lay away;<br>
+And you must reel the spool of yarn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I spun yesterday."<br>
+<p>
+The old woman took a whip in her hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And went to drive the plough;<br>
+The old man took a pail in his hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And went to milk the cow.<br>
+<p>
+But Tidy hinched and Tidy flinched,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Tidy broke his nose,<br>
+And Tidy gave him such a blow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That the blood ran down to his toes.<br>
+<p>
+"Hi! Tidy! Ho! Tidy! Hi!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tidy! do stand still!<br>
+If ever I milk you, Tidy, again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twill be sore against my will."<br>
+<p>
+He went to feed the little pigs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That were within the sty;<br>
+He hit his head against the beam<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he made the blood to fly.<br>
+<p>
+He went to mind the speckled hen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For fear she'd lay away;<br>
+And he forgot the spool of yarn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His wife spun yesterday.<br>
+<p>
+So he swore by the sun, the moon, the stars,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the green leaves on the tree,<br>
+If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She should never be ruled by he.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>John Ball Shot Them All</b></center><br>
+<p>
+John Ball shot them all.<br>
+John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<p>
+John Wyming made the priming,<br>
+And John Brammer made the rammer,<br>
+And John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<p>
+John Block made the stock,<br>
+And John Wyming made the priming,<br>
+And John Brammer made the rammer,<br>
+And John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<p>
+John Crowder made the powder,<br>
+And John Block made the stock,<br>
+And John Wyming made the priming,<br>
+And John Brammer made the rammer,<br>
+And John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<p>
+John Puzzle made the muzzle,<br>
+And John Crowder made the powder,<br>
+And John Block made the stock,<br>
+And John Wyming made the priming,<br>
+And John Brammer made the rammer,<br>
+And John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<p>
+John Clint made the flint,<br>
+And John Puzzle made the muzzle,<br>
+And John Crowder made the powder,<br>
+And John Block made the stock,<br>
+And John Wyming made the priming,<br>
+And John Brammer made the rammer,<br>
+And John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<p>
+John Patch made the match,<br>
+John Clint made the flint,<br>
+John Puzzle made the muzzle,<br>
+John Crowder made the powder,<br>
+John Block made the stock,<br>
+John Wyming made the priming,<br>
+John Brammer made the rammer,<br>
+John Scott made the shot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John Ball shot them all.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Funny Old Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old man, and though 'tis not common,<br>
+Yet if he said true, his mother was a woman;<br>
+And though it's incredible, yet I've been told<br>
+He was a mere infant, but age made him old.<br>
+Whene'er he was hungry he wanted some meat,<br>
+And if he could get it, 'twas said he could eat;<br>
+When thirsty he'd drink, if you gave him a pot,<br>
+And his liquor most commonly ran down his throat.<br>
+He seldom or never could see without light,<br>
+And yet I've been told he could hear in the night.<br>
+He has oft been awake in the daytime 'tis said,<br>
+And has fall'n fast asleep as he lay in his bed.<br>
+'Tis reported his tongue always moved when he talked,<br>
+And he stirred both his arms and his legs when he
+walk'd,<br>
+And his gait was so odd, had you seen him you'd burst,<br>
+For one leg or t'other would always be first.<br>
+His face was the saddest that ever was seen,<br>
+For if 'twere not washed it was seldom quite clean;<br>
+He showed most his teeth when he happened to grin,<br>
+His mouth stood across 'twixt his nose and his chin.<br>
+At last he fell sick, as old chronicles tell,<br>
+And then, as folk said, he was not very well!<br>
+And what is more strange, in so weak a condition,<br>
+As he could not give fees, he could get no physician.<br>
+What a pity he died; yet 'tis said that his death<br>
+Was occasioned at last by the want of his breath.<br>
+But peace to his bones, which in ashes now moulder,<br>
+Had he lived a day longer he'd been a day older.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Piper and Cow." src="images/page100a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Piper and His Cow</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was and old piper who had a cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But he had no hay to give her,<br>
+So he took his pipes and played her a tune<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Consider, old cow, consider."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old John Brown</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Poor old John Brown is dead and gone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We ne'er shall see him more;<br>
+He used to wear an old brown coat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All button'd down before.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Three Wise Men</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three wise men of Gotham,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went to sea in a bowl;<br>
+If the bowl it had been stronger,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My song would have been longer.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Frightened Old Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a man and he had nought,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And robbers came to rob him;<br>
+He crept up the chimney pot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then they thought they had him;<br>
+But he got down on t'other side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so they could not find him;<br>
+He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never look'd behind him.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Man with a Wife</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,<br>
+She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean;<br>
+She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,<br>
+She brought it home in less than an hour;<br>
+She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,<br>
+She sat by the fire and told me many a fine tale.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Crooked Old Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a crooked man,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he went a crooked mile,<br>
+He found a crooked sixpence,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Against a crooked stile.<br>
+He bought a crooked cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which caught a crooked mouse,<br>
+And they all lived together<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a little crooked house.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>King Arthur</b></center><br>
+<p>
+When good King Arthur ruled this land,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was a goodly King;<br>
+He stole three pecks of barley meal,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make a bag pudding.<br>
+A bag pudding the King did make,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And stuffed it well with plums;<br>
+And in it put great lumps of fat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As big as my two thumbs.<br>
+The King and Queen did eat thereof,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And noblemen beside;<br>
+And what they could not eat that night<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen next morning fried.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Barney Bodkin</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Barney Bodkin broke his nose,<br>
+Without feet we can't have toes,<br>
+Crazy folks are always mad,<br>
+Want of money makes us sad.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Funny Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A man of words and not of deeds,<br>
+Is like a garden fill of weeds;<br>
+And when the weeds begin to grow,<br>
+It's like a garden full of snow;<br>
+And when the snow begins to fall,<br>
+It's like a bird upon the wall;<br>
+And when the bird away does fly,<br>
+It's like an eagle in the sky;<br>
+And when the sky begins to roar,<br>
+It's like a lion at the door;<br>
+And when the door begins to crack,<br>
+It's like a stick across your back;<br>
+And when your back begins to smart,<br>
+It's like a penknife in your heart;<br>
+And when your heart begins to bleed,<br>
+You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Strange Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a man and he was mad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he jumped into a pea-pod;<br>
+The pea-pod was over-full,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a roaring bull;<br>
+The roaring bull was over-fat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a gentleman's hat;<br>
+The gentleman's hat was over-fine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a bottle of wine;<br>
+The bottle of wine was over-dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a bottle of beer;<br>
+The bottle of beer was over-thick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a club-stick;<br>
+The club-stick was over-narrow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a wheel-barrow;<br>
+The wheel-barrow began to crack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he jumped into a hay-stack;<br>
+The hay-stack began to blaze,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So he did nothing but cough and sneeze.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="101"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#100">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#102">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 101&mdash;Old Men Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Jack Sprat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat could eat no fat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His wife could eat no lean,<br>
+And so between them both<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They licked the platter clean.<br>
+Jack ate all the lean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Joan ate all the fat,<br>
+The bone they both picked clean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then gave it to the cat.<br>
+<p>
+When Jack Sprat was young,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He dressed very smart,<br>
+He courted Joan Cole,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And soon gained her heart;<br>
+In his fine leather doublet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And old greasy hat,<br>
+Oh! what a smart fellow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was little Jack Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Joan Cole had a hole<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In her petticoat,<br>
+Jack Sprat, to get a patch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gave her a groat.<br>
+The groat bought a patch<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which stopped the hole,<br>
+"I thank you, Jack Sprat,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Says little Joan Cole.<br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat was the bridegroom,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Joan Cole was the bride,<br>
+Jack said from the church<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His Joan home should ride.<br>
+But no coach could take her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The road was so narrow;<br>
+Said Jack, "Then I'll take her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Home in a wheelbarrow."<br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat was wheeling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His wife by a ditch,<br>
+Then the barrow turned over,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And in she did pitch.<br>
+Says Jack, "She'll be drown'd!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Joan did reply,<br>
+"I don't think I shall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the ditch is quite dry."<br>
+<p>
+Jack brought home his Joan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she sat in a chair,<br>
+When in came his cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That had got but one ear.<br>
+Says Joan "I've come home, Puss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pray how do you do?"<br>
+The cat wagg'd her tail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And said nothing but "mew."<br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat took his gun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And went to the brook;<br>
+He shot at the drake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But he killed the duck.<br>
+He bought it home to Joan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who a fire did make,<br>
+To roast the fat duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While Jack went for the drake.<br>
+<p>
+The drake was swimming<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his curly tail,<br>
+Jack Sprat came to soot him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But happened to fail.<br>
+He let off his gun,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But missing the mark,<br>
+The drake flew away<br>
+&nbsp;Crying "Quack, quack, quack."<br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat to live pretty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now bought him a pig,<br>
+It was not very little,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It was not very big;<br>
+It was not very lean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It was not very fat,<br>
+"It will serve for a grunter,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said little Jack Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Then Joan went to market<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy her some fowls,<br>
+She bought a jackdaw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a couple of owls;<br>
+The owls were white,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The jackdaw was black,<br>
+"They'll make a rare breed,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Says little Joan Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat bought a cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His Joan to please,<br>
+For Joan could make<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both butter and cheese;<br>
+Or pancakes or puddings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without any fat;<br>
+A notable housewife<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was little Joan Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Joan Sprat went to brewing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A barrel of ale,<br>
+She put in some hops<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That it might not turn stale;<br>
+But as for the malt&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She forgot to put that;<br>
+"This is a brave sober liquor."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said little Jack Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Jack Sprat went to market<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bought him a mare,<br>
+She was lame of three legs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An as blind as she could stare.<br>
+Her ribs they were bare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For the mare had no fat;<br>
+"She looks like a racer,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said little Jack Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Jack and Joan went abroad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss looked after the house;<br>
+She caught a large rat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a very small mouse,<br>
+She caught a small mouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a very large rat,<br>
+"You're an excellent hunter,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said little Jack Sprat.<br>
+<p>
+Now I've told you the story<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of little Jack Sprat,<br>
+Of sweet Joan Cole<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the poor one-ear'd cat;<br>
+Now Jack he loved Joan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And good things he taught her,<br>
+Then she gave him a son,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then after a daughter.<br>
+<p>
+Now Jack has got rich,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And has plenty of pelf;<br>
+If you know any more<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;you may tell it yourself.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Monkey Grabbing Man's Nose." src="images/page101a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cross Old Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a cross old man and what do you think,<br>
+He lived on nothing but victuals and drink;<br>
+Victuals and drink were his principal diet,<br>
+Yet this crabbed old man would never be quiet.<br>
+<p>
+He teased a poor monkey, who lived in a cage,<br>
+Till the animal got in a terrible rage,<br>
+And seized on his nose with finger so strong,<br>
+That it stretched it until it was quite a yard long.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Man in the Moon</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The man in the moon came tumbling down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And asked his way to Norwich,<br>
+He went by the south, and burnt his mouth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With supping cold pease-porridge.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Funny Man</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was a man of Newington,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he was wondrous wise,<br>
+He jump'd into a quickset hedge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And scratch'd out both his eyes.<br>
+But when he saw his eyes were out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With all his might and main<br>
+He jump'd into another hedge.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And scratched them in again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dr. Faustus</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Doctor Faustus was a good man,<br>
+He whipt his scholars now and then.<br>
+When he did he made them dance<br>
+Out of Scotland into France;<br>
+Out of France into Spain,<br>
+And then he whipped them back again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>If! If! If!</b></center><br>
+<p>
+If all the would was apple pie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all the seas were ink,<br>
+And all the trees were bread and cheese,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What would we have to drink?<br>
+It's enough to make an old man<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Scratch his head and think.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Funny Men</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Alderman Absolute Always Adjudicated with Astonishing
+Ability<br>
+After he had read some books from Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Benjamin Bouncer Banged a Brown Bear with a
+Blunderbuss,<br>
+In a lane at the back of Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Christopher Crabstick was Cross, Captious, Cutting, and
+Caustic,<br>
+Whenever he could not get a book brought from Cole's Book
+Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Francis Fizgig Ferociously Fought and Frightened a
+Fiddler,<br>
+At midday, right in front of Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Gregory Gimcrack Grinned and Gaped at the Geese and
+Ganders<br>
+Exposed for sale in the Eastern Market, just above Cole's
+Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Horatio Headstrong Hurled a Hatchet at the Head of a
+Hawk<br>
+Which sat on top of Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Isaac Ichabod Inhabited an Isolated and Inhospitable
+Indian Island,<br>
+At an enormous and disheartening distance from Cole's
+Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Lugubrious Longface Loved Learning and Literary Lore,<br>
+Which he always got out of the books he bought at Cole's
+Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Marmaduke Meddlesome Munificently Meted out Mercy to a
+Miserable Man<br>
+Who stole a book at Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Obadiah Orpheus Opened an Original Overture Outrageously
+Oddly,<br>
+With a small whistle and a big drum, in front of Cole's
+Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Quinton Querulous Queerly Questioned a Quibbling and
+Querulous Quidnunc,<br>
+And asked Quizzingly if he had ever seen the inside of
+Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Reuben Ramble Ran a Ridiculous Rattling Race on a
+Railway,<br>
+And beat the train in hasting to get a book at Cole's
+Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Theodore Thunderbolt Told Terrible and Tremendous Tales
+of Travelling,<br>
+Which were afterwards printed in books and sold at Cole's
+Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Valentine Valiana Valorously Vanquished a Vapouring
+Villager,<br>
+Who spoke ignorantly and slightingly of Cole's Book
+Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Xenophon Xenocles eXhibited eXtraordinary and
+eXcessive eXcitability<br>
+Whenever he was not calmed down by books from Cole's Book
+Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Young Yokel, a Youthful Yorkshire Yeoman Yawned at
+York,<br>
+For want of a few interesting and entertaining books from
+Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+Zachariah Zany Zealously studied Zoology<br>
+Out of the works which he bought at Cole's Book
+Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="102"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#101">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#103">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 102&mdash;Old Men Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Utter Nonsense</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Prague,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who was suddenly seized with the plague,<br>
+But they gave him some butter, which caused him to
+mutter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And cured that Old Person of Prague.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man with a gong,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who bumped at it all the day long,<br>
+But they called out, "Oh, law! you're a horrid old
+bore!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of the Isles,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose face was pervaded with smiles,<br>
+He sang "Hi dum diddle," played on the fiddle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That amiable Old Man of the Isles.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Dover,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who rushed through a field of blue clover;<br>
+But some very large Bees stung his nose and his knees,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+So he very soon went back to Dover.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Quebec,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A beetle ran over his neck:<br>
+But he cried, "With a needle I'll slay you, O beetle!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That angry Old Man of Quebec.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who studied the works of Vitruvius;<br>
+When the flames burned his book, to drinking he took,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Buda,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder,<br>
+Till at last with a hammer they silenced his clamour,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+By smashing that Old Person of Buda.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Marseilles,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils,<br>
+They caught several fish which they put in a dish,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And sent to their Pa at Marseilles.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Coblenz,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+The length of whose legs was immense,<br>
+He went with one prance from Turkey to France,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Gretna,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who rushed down the crater of Etna;<br>
+When they said, "Is it hot?" he replied, "No, it's
+not!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Bangor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose face was distorted with anger;<br>
+He tore off his boots and subsisted on roots,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That borascible Person of Bangor.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Spain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who hated all trouble and pain;<br>
+So he sat on a chair, with his feet in the air,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That umbrageous Old Person of Spain.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of the West,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who never could get any rest;<br>
+So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Which cured that Old Man of the West.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man in a tree,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who was horribly bored by a bee;<br>
+When they said, "Does it buzz?" he replied, "Yes it
+does!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+It's a regular brute of a bee!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man who said, "How,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?<br>
+I will sit on this stile and continue to smile,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Which may soften the heart of this Cow."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Calcutta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who perpetually ate bread and butter,<br>
+Till a great bit of muffin, on which he was stuffing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of the South,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who had an immoderate mouth;<br>
+But in swallowing a dish that was quite full of fish,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+He was choked, that Old Man of the South.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Dutton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose head was as small as a button;<br>
+So to make it look big, he purchased a wig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And rapidly rushed about Dutton.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of some rocks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who shut his wife up in a box;<br>
+When she said, "Let me out," he exclaimed, "Without
+doubt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+You will pass all your life in that box,"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Rheims,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who was troubled with horrible dreams;<br>
+So to keep him awake they fed him with cake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man with a flute,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A "sarpent" ran into his boot;<br>
+But he played day and night, till the "sarpent" took
+flight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And avoided that Man with a flute.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Berlin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose form was uncommonly thin;<br>
+Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of the Hague,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose ideas were excessively vague;<br>
+He built a balloon to examine the moon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That deluded Old Man of the Hague.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Old Man Sitting: Casting Jug-Shaped Shadow."
+src="images/page102a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+A horrid Old Gentleman from Monaghan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Sat down and refused to go on again,<br>
+Till they gave him a crown for leaving the town,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That wretched old humbug of Monaghan.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man if Nepaul,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+From his horse had a terrible fall;<br>
+But, though split quite in two, with some very strong
+glue<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+They mended that Man of Nepaul.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Aoster,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who possessed a large cow, but he lost her;<br>
+But they said, "Don't you see she has rushed up a
+tree?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+You invidious Old Man of Aosta!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of the Nile,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who sharpened his nails with a file,<br>
+Till he cuts of his thumbs, and said calmly, "This
+comes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Of sharpening one's nails with a file!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Rhodes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who strongly objected to toads;<br>
+He paid several cousins to catch them by dozens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That futile Old Person of Rhodes.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Cape Horn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who wished he had never been born;<br>
+So he sat on a chair until he died of despair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That dolorous Man of Cape Horn.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person whose habits<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Induced him to feed upon rabbits;<br>
+When he'd eaten eighteen, he turned perfectly green,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Upon which he relinquished those habits.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man with a nose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who said, "If you choose to suppose<br>
+That my nose is too long, you are certainly wrong!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That remarkable Man with a nose.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Apulia,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose conduct was very peculiar;<br>
+He fed twenty sons upon nothing but buns,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That whimsical Man of Apulia.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Madras,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who rode on a cream-coloured ass;<br>
+But the length of its ears so promoted his fears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That it killed that Old Man of Madras.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Sparta,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose had twenty-five sons and one daughter;<br>
+He fed them snails, and weighed them on scales,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That wonderful Person of Sparta.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Chilli,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose conduct was painful and silly;<br>
+He sat on the stairs, eating apples and pears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That imprudent Old Person of Chilli.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of the East,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who gave all his children a feast;<br>
+But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That it killed that Old Man of the East.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was an Old Man of Peru,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who never knew what he should do;<br>
+So he tore off his hair, and behaved like a bear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man in a boat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who said, "I'm afloat! I'm afloat!"<br>
+When they said, "No you a'int!" he was ready to faint,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That unhappy Old Man in a boat.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Bohemia,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose daughter was christened Euphemia,<br>
+But one day, to his grief, she married a thief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Basing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose presence of mind was amazing;<br>
+He purchased a steed, which he rode at full speed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And escaped from the people of Basing.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man on a hill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who seldom if ever stood still;<br>
+He ran up and down in his Grandmother's gown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who never had more than a penny,<br>
+He spent all that money on onions and honey,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Perth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The stingiest fellow on earth;<br>
+He fed&mdash;oh! 'twas cruel&mdash;on seaweed and
+gruel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+This stingy Old Person of Perth.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+A dogmatic Old Fellow of Shoreham,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Would snub his companions and bore 'em,<br>
+By flat contradiction, which was an affliction<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+To the friends of this party of Shoreham.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Ischia,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;<br>
+He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate thousands of
+figs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+That lively Old Person of Ischia.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+There was an Old Person of Hurst,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Who drank when he was not athirst;<br>
+When they said, "You'll grow fatter!" he answered, "What
+matter?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That globular Person of Hurst.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="103"></a><br>
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+<h3>Page 103&mdash;Old Men Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Diverting History Of John Gilpin</b></center><br>
+<p>
+John Gilpin was a citizen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of credit and renown,<br>
+A train-bound Captain eke was he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of famous London town.<br>
+John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though we have wedded been,<br>
+These twice ten tedious years, yet we<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No holiday have seen.<br>
+<p>
+To-morrow is our wedding-day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we then will repair<br>
+Unto the "Bell" at Edmonton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in a chaise and pair,<br>
+My sister and my sister's child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Myself and children three,<br>
+Will fill the chaise, so you must ride<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On horse-back after we.<br>
+<p>
+He soon replied&mdash;I do admire<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of womankind but one,<br>
+And you are she, my dearest dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Therefore it shall be done,<br>
+I am a linen-draper bold,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As all the world doth know,<br>
+And my good friend the Calender,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will lend his horse to go.<br>
+<p>
+Quoth Mrs Gilpin&mdash;That's well said;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And for that wind is dear,<br>
+We will be furnished with our own,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is both bright and clear;<br>
+John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'erjoyed was he to find<br>
+That, though on pleasure she was bent,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had a frugal mind.<br>
+<p>
+The morning came, the chaise was brought,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet was not allow'd<br>
+To drive up to the door, lest all<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should say that she was proud;<br>
+So three doors off the post was stayed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where they did all get in,<br>
+Six precious souls, and all agog<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dash through thick and thin.<br>
+<p>
+Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were never folks so glad,<br>
+The stones did rattle underneath<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As if Cheapside were mad;<br>
+John Gilpin at his horse's side<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Seized fast the flowing mane,<br>
+And up he got in haste to ride,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But soon came down again.<br>
+<p>
+For saddle-tree scarce reached had he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His journey to begin,<br>
+When turning round his head, he saw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Three customers come in;<br>
+So down he came&mdash;for loss of time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Although it grieved him sore,<br>
+Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would trouble him much more.<br>
+<p>
+'Twas long before the customers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were suited to their mind,<br>
+When Betty, screaming, came down the stairs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The wine is left behind."<br>
+Good lack! quoth he, yet bring it me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My leathern belt likewise,<br>
+In which I bear my trusty sword<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I do exercise.<br>
+<p>
+Now, Mistress Gilpin, careful soul,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had two stone bottles found,<br>
+To hold the liquor that she loved,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And keep it safe and sound,<br>
+Each bottle had a curling ear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through which the belt he drew,<br>
+And hung a bottle on each side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make his balance true.<br>
+<p>
+Then over all, that he might be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Equipp'd from top to toe,<br>
+His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He manfully did throw,<br>
+Now see him mounted once again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon his nimble steed,<br>
+Full slowly pacing o'er the stones<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With caution and good heed.<br>
+<p>
+But, finding soon a smoother road<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath his well-shod feet,<br>
+The snorting beast began to trot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which gall'd him in his seat,<br>
+So, "Fair and softly," John, he cried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But John, he cried in vain;<br>
+That trot became a gallop soon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In spite of curb and rein.<br>
+<p>
+So, stooping down, as needs he must,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who cannot sit upright,<br>
+&nbsp;He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And eke with all his might,<br>
+His horse, who never in that sort,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had handled been before,<br>
+What thing upon his back had got<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did wonder more and more.<br>
+<p>
+Away went Gilpin, neck or nought,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Away went hat and wig,<br>
+He little dreamt when he set out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of running such a rig;<br>
+The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Like streamer long and gay,<br>
+Till, loop and button failing both,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At last it flew away.<br>
+<p>
+Then might people well discern<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The bottles he had slung,<br>
+A bottle swinging at each side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As had been said or sung,<br>
+The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up flew the windows all,<br>
+And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As loud as he could bawl.<br>
+<p>
+Away went Gilpin&mdash;who but he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His fame soon spread around&mdash;<br>
+He carries weight, he rides a race!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis for a thousand pound!<br>
+And still as fast as he drew near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas wonderful to view<br>
+How in a trice the turnpike men<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their gates wide open flew.<br>
+<p>
+And now as he went bowing down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His reeking head full low,<br>
+The bottles twain behind his back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were shatter'd at a blow;<br>
+Down ran the wine into the road,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Most piteous to be seen,<br>
+Which made his horses flanks to smoke,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As they had basted been.<br>
+<p>
+But still he seemed to carry weight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With leathern girdle braced,<br>
+For all might see the bottle-necks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Still dangling at his waist;<br>
+Thus all through merry Islington<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;These gambols did he play,<br>
+And till he came into the Wash<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of Edmonton so gay.<br>
+<p>
+And there he threw the wash about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On both sides of the way,<br>
+Just like unto a trundling mop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or a wild goose at play.<br>
+At Edmonton his loving wife<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From the balcony spied<br>
+Her tender husband, wond'ring much<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see how he did ride.<br>
+<p>
+Stop, stop, John Gilpin!&mdash;Here's the house&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They all at once did cry,<br>
+The dinner waits, and we are tired&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said Gilpin&mdash;So am I;<br>
+But yet this horse was not a whit<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Inclined to tarry there&mdash;<br>
+For why? His owner had a house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Full ten miles off, at Ware.<br>
+<p>
+So, like an arrow, swift he flew,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shot by an archer strong;<br>
+So did he fly&mdash;which brings me to<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The middle of my song.<br>
+Away went Gilpin, out of breath,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sore against his will,<br>
+Till at his friend the Calender's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His horse at last stood still.<br>
+<p>
+The Calender, amazed to see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His neighbour in such trim,<br>
+Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thus accosted him:&mdash;<br>
+What news? what news? your tidings tell!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tell me you must and shall&mdash;<br>
+Say why bare-headed you are come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or why you come at all?<br>
+<p>
+Now, Gilpin had a pleasant wit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And loved a timely joke,<br>
+And thus unto the Calender,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In merry guise he spoke&mdash;<br>
+I came because your horse would come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if I well forbode,<br>
+My hat and wig will soon be here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They are upon the road.<br>
+<p>
+The Calender, right glad to find<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His friend in merry pin,<br>
+Return'd him not a single word,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But to the house went in.<br>
+When straight he came with hat and wig&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A wig that flow'd behind;<br>
+A hat not much the worse of wear&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each comely in its kind.<br>
+<p>
+He held them up, and in its turn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus showed his ready wit&mdash;<br>
+My head is twice as big as yours,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They therefore needs must fit.<br>
+But let me scrape the dirt away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That hangs upon your face,<br>
+And stop and eat, for well you may<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be in a hungry case.<br>
+<p>
+Said John, It is my wedding-day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all the world would stare,<br>
+If wife should dine at Edmonton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I should dine at Ware.<br>
+So, turning to his horse, he said&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I am in haste to dine,<br>
+'Twas for your pleasure you came here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You shall go back for mine.<br>
+<p>
+Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For which he paid full dear;<br>
+For while he spake, a braying ass<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did sing most loud and clear,<br>
+Whereat his horse did snort as he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had heard a lion's roar,<br>
+And gallop'd off with all his might,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As he had done before.<br>
+<p>
+Away went Gilpin, and away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went Gilpin's hat and wig;<br>
+He lost them sooner than the first,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For why? they were too big.<br>
+Now, Mistress Gilpin when she saw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her husband posting down<br>
+Into the country, far away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulled out half-a-crown.<br>
+<p>
+And thus unto the youth she said<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That drove them to the "Bell"&mdash;<br>
+This shall be yours when you bring back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My husband safe and well;<br>
+The youth did ride, and soon did meet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;John coming back again,<br>
+Whom in a trice, he tried to stop<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By catching at his rein.<br>
+<p>
+But, not performing what he meant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gladly would have done,<br>
+The frightened steed he frightened more,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And made him faster run;<br>
+Away went Gilpin, and away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Went post-boy at his heels&mdash;<br>
+The post-boy's horse right glad to miss<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lumbering of the wheels.<br>
+<p>
+Six gentlemen upon the road,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus seeing Gilpin fly,<br>
+With post-boy scamp'ring in the rear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They raised the hue and cry:&mdash;<br>
+Stop thief! stop thief!&mdash;a highwayman!<br>
+An all and each that pass'd the way<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did join in the pursuit.<br>
+<p>
+And now the turnpike gates again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flew open in short space&mdash;<br>
+The toll-men thinking as before,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That Gilpin rode a race;<br>
+And so he did, and won it, too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he got first to town:<br>
+Nor stopp'd till, where he had got up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He did again get down,<br>
+<p>
+Now let us sing: Long live the king,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Gilpin, long live he;<br>
+And when he next doth ride abroad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;May I be there to see.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="104"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#103">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#105">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 104&mdash;Song Of The Book Arcade</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Song Of The Book Arcade: First Half."
+src="images/page104a.png">
+<p>
+Books teach the children of men in many million schools;
+<br>
+Books make the difference between earth's learned and its
+fools.
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Song Of The Book Arcade</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Cole's Book Arcade, Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It is in Melbourne town,<br>
+Of all the book stores in the land<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It has the most renown,<br>
+<p>
+It was the first, first Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That in the world was found;<br>
+It's still the finest Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In all the world around.<br>
+<p>
+A lovely rainbow sign appears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Above the Book Arcade<br>
+And 'tis the very grandest sign<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was ever yet displayed.<br>
+<p>
+Full forty thousand sorts of books<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are stored within its walls,<br>
+Which can be seen, looked at or bought,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By anyone that calls.<br>
+<p>
+The book you wish, the book you want,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is almost sure to be<br>
+Found somewhere in the Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you will call and see.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+(Our Australian Choir has Cockatoos, Laughing Jackasses, Native
+Bears, Platypusses, Black Swans, Emus, Magpies, Opossums, and Lyre
+Birds, also a BUNYIP to sing deep bass, all the other Animals in the
+World sing the chorus, each in his natural voice. The tune is "MARY
+HAD A LITTLE LAMB.")
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Value Of Books</b></center><br>
+<p>
+BOOKS should be found in every house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To form and feed the mind;<br>
+They are the best of luxuries<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis possible to find.<br>
+<p>
+For all the books in all the world<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are man's greatest treasure;<br>
+They make him wish, and bring to him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His best, his choicest pleasure.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS make his time pass happily<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through many weary hours;<br>
+Amuse, compose, instruct his mind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Enlarge his mental powers.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS give to him the history<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of each and every land;<br>
+BOOKS show him human action's past&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The bad, the good, the grand.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS show him arts, laws, learnings, faiths<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of every time and place;<br>
+BOOKS show him how each thing is made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Used by the human race.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="105"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#104">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#106">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 105&mdash;Value Of Books</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Song Of The Book Arcade: Second Half."
+src="images/page105a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+BOOKS give to him descriptions of<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The world in which we live,<br>
+Of the universe around us,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And better still they give.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS give to him the greatest thoughts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of all the good and wise;<br>
+BOOKS treasure human knowledge up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so it never dies.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS show him all that men have done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What they have thought and said;<br>
+BOOKS show the deeds and wisdom of<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The living and the dead.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS show him all the hopes and fears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of every race and clan;<br>
+BOOKS clearly prove beyond a doubt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The brotherhood of man.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS give him hopes beyond the grave<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of an immortal life;<br>
+BOOKS teach that right and truth and love<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall banish every strife.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS teach and please him when a child<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In youth and in his prime;<br>
+BOOKS give him soothing pleasure when<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His health and strength decline.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS please him in his lonely hours,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wherever he may roam:<br>
+BOOKS please when read aloud among<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His loving friends at home.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS like <i>strong drink</i> will drown his cares,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But do not waste his wealth;<br>
+BOOKS leave him <i>better</i>, drink the <i>worse</i>,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In character and health.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS therefore, are, of all man buys,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The choicest thing on earth,<br>
+BOOKS have, of all his household goods,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The most intrinsic worth.<br>
+<p>
+BOOKS are the greatest blessing out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The grandest thing we sell,<br>
+BOOKS bring more joy, BOOKS do more good<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than mortal tongue can tell.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="106"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#105">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#107">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 106&mdash;Old Woman Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Old Woman Who Lived in A Shoe."
+src="images/page106a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,<br>
+She had so many children&mdash;such naughty ones too!<br>
+She cried, "Oh, dear me, I don't know what to do,<br>
+Who would be an old woman and live in a shoe?"<br>
+<p>
+Once ninety little fellows sat down on the floor<br>
+And lustily screamed, "We won't cry any more!"<br>
+"Then stop crying now," the old woman said,<br>
+"The noise you are making goes right through my head."<br>
+<p>
+"Then she gave the boys broth without any bread,<br>
+And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.<br>
+She scolded the girls, and said, "Don't make a noise,<br>
+Or you shall be served just the same as the boys."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="107"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#106">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#108">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 107&mdash;Old Woman Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mother Goose</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Old Mother Goose, when<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She wanted to wander,<br>
+Would ride through the air<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On a very fine gander.<br>
+<p>
+Mother Goose had a house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas built of wood,<br>
+Where an owl at the door<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For sentinel stood.<br>
+<p>
+She had a son Jack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A plain-looking lad,<br>
+He was not very good,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor yet very bad.<br>
+<p>
+She sent him to market;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A live goose he bought;<br>
+Here, mother, says he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It will not go for nought.<br>
+<p>
+Jack's goose and her gander<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They grew very fond;<br>
+They'd both eat together,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or swim in one pond.<br>
+<p>
+Jack found one morning,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As I have been told,<br>
+His goose had laid him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An egg of pure gold.<br>
+<p>
+Jack rode to his mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The news for to tell,<br>
+She call'd him a good boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And said it was well.<br>
+<p>
+Hack sold his gold egg<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To a rogue of a Jew,<br>
+Who cheated him out of<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The half of his due.<br>
+<p>
+Then Jack went a-courting<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A lady so gay,<br>
+As fair as the lily,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sweet as the May.<br>
+<p>
+The Jew and the Squire<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came behind his back,<br>
+And began to belabour<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The sides of poor Jack.<br>
+<p>
+Then old Mother Goose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That instant came in,<br>
+And turned her son Jack<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into fam'd Harlequin.<br>
+<p>
+She then with her wand<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Touch'd the lady so fine,<br>
+And turn'd her at once<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into sweet Columbine.<br>
+<p>
+The gold egg in the sea<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was quickly thrown, when<br>
+Jack gave a quick dive,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And soon got it again.<br>
+<p>
+The Jew got the goose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which he vow'd he would kill,<br>
+Resolving at once<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His pockets to fill.<br>
+<p>
+Jack's mother came in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And caught the goose soon,<br>
+And mounting its back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flew up to the moon.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman under a Hill</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman lived under a hill,<br>
+Put a mouse in a bag, and sent it to mill;<br>
+The Miller declar'd by the point of his knife,<br>
+He ne'er saw such a big mouse in his life.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman under a Hill</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman lived under a hill;<br>
+And if she's not gone, she lives there still.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman and Three Sons</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman had three sons;<br>
+Jerry, and James, and John.<br>
+Jerry was hung, James was drowned;<br>
+John was lost, and never was found;<br>
+And there was an end of the three sons,<br>
+Jerry, and James, and John.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Old Woman and Shell." src="images/page107a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman who Lived in a Shell</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little old woman, as I've heard tell,<br>
+Lived near the sea, in a nice little shell;<br>
+She was well off, if she wanted her tea&mdash;<br>
+She'd plenty of water from out of the sea.<br>
+<p>
+Then if for her dinner she had the least wish,<br>
+Of course she had nothing to do but to fish;<br>
+So, really, this little old woman did well,<br>
+As she didn't pay any rent for the use of the shell.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman Swallowed</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,<br>
+Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;<br>
+A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,<br>
+And down at one gulp house and old woman went.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman's Calf</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman sat spinning,<br>
+And that's the first beginning;<br>
+She had a calf, and that's half;<br>
+She took it by the tail,<br>
+And threw it over the wall, and that's all.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman Drowned</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman, her name it was Peg;<br>
+Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork-leg.<br>
+The neighbours all pitched her into the water,<br>
+Her leg was drown'd first, and her head followed
+a'ter.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman of Stepney</b></center><br>
+<p>
+At Stepney there lived,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As every one knows,<br>
+An old woman who had<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A plum tree on her nose!<br>
+<p>
+The boys, while she slept,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would cautiously take<br>
+The plums from her tree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before she could wake.<br>
+<p>
+This old woman went<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One day to the lawn<br>
+Of my Lord Cockagee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there saw a fawn.<br>
+<p>
+Having shot him, she tied<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His hind legs to her tree,<br>
+And so quitted the lawn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of my Lord Cockagee.<br>
+<p>
+She'd nearly reached home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the constable came,<br>
+And put her in prison<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For killing the game.<br>
+<p>
+While locked in her cell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She thought again and again<br>
+Of how to escape,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But kept thinking in vain.<br>
+<p>
+She considered each plan,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till she found out a way<br>
+Of escaping the prison<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the course of the day.<br>
+<p>
+She cut the plum tree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;close off from her nose,<br>
+And made a scarecrow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dress'd up in her clothes;<br>
+<p>
+This she set on a stool,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With it's back to the wall,<br>
+And watch'd near the door<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For fear it would fall.<br>
+<p>
+Soon the jailor came in<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With her water and bread;<br>
+He stared at the figure,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While from prison she fled.<br>
+<p>
+The old woman reached home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Singing diddle-dee-dee;<br>
+And again on her nose<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There grew a plum tree.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="108"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#107">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#109">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 108&mdash;Old Woman Tales</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Funny Old Women</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old person of Smyrna,<br>
+Whose Granny once threatened to burn her;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But she seized on the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And said "Granny, burn that!<br>
+You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!"<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Bute,<br>
+Who played on a silver-gilt flute;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She played several jigs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To her Uncle's white pigs,<br>
+That amusing old lady of Bute.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Ryde,<br>
+Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She purchased some clogs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some small spotted dogs,<br>
+And frequently walked about Ryde.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Parma,<br>
+Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they said "Are you dumb?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She merely said "Hum!"<br>
+That provoking old lady of Parma.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Troy,<br>
+Whom several large flies did annoy;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some she killed with a thump,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some she drowned at the pump,<br>
+And some she took with her to Troy.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old person of Crete,<br>
+Whose toilet was far from complete,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She dressed in a sack<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Spickle-speckled with black,<br>
+That ombliferous old person of Crete.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Wales,<br>
+Who caught a large fish without scales;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she lifted her hook,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She exclaimed "Only look!"<br>
+That ecstatic old lady of Wales.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Clare,<br>
+Who was sadly pursued by a bear;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she found she was tired,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She abruptly expired,<br>
+That unfortunate lady of Clare.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Dorking,<br>
+Who bought a large bonnet for walking;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But it's colour and size,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So bedazzled her eyes,<br>
+That she very soon went back to Dorking.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Russia,<br>
+Who screamed so that no one could hush her;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her screams were extreme,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No one heard such a scream,<br>
+As was screamed by that lady of Russia.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Norway,<br>
+Who casually sat in a doorway;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the door squeezed her flat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She exclaimed, "What of that?"<br>
+That courageous old lady of Norway.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Chertsey,<br>
+Who made a remarkable curtsey;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She twirled round and round,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till she sank underground,<br>
+Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman of Anerley,<br>
+Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She rushed down the Strand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a pig in each hand,<br>
+But returning in the evening to Anerley.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Welling,<br>
+Whose praise all the world was a-telling;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She played on the harp,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And caught several carp,<br>
+That accomplished old lady of Welling.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Turkey,<br>
+Who wept when the weather was murky;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the day turned out fine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She ceased to repine,<br>
+That capricious old lady of Turkey.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Old Woman in Flying Basket." src="images/page108a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Woman who went up in a Basket</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman went up in a basket,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ninety-nine times as high as the moon;<br>
+What she did there I could not but ask it,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For in her hand she carried a broom.<br>
+<p>
+"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,<br>
+"O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?"<br>
+"To sweep the cobwebs off the sky,&mdash;<br>
+And I shall be back again by and by!"
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<p><br>
+<center><b>&mdash;</b></center>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+There was an old woman of Prague,<br>
+Whose ideas were horribly vague,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She built a balloon,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To examine the moon,<br>
+That deluded old woman of Prague.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman of Hull,<br>
+Who was chased by a virulent bull;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But she seized on a spade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And called out "Who's afraid?"<br>
+Which distracted that virulent bull.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Poole,<br>
+Whose soup was excessively cool;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So she put it to boil,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the aid of some oil,<br>
+That ingenious old lady of Poole.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Burton,<br>
+Whose answers were rather uncertain;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they said "How d'ye do?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She replied "Who are you?"<br>
+That distressing old person of Burton.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady of Lucca,<br>
+Whose lovers completely forsook her;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She ran up a tree,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And said "Fiddle-de-dee!"<br>
+Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman of Norwich,<br>
+Who lived on nothing but porridge;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Parading the town,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned cloak into gown,<br>
+That thrifty old woman of Norwich.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman of Leeds,<br>
+Who spent all her time in good deeds;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She worked for the poor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till her fingers were sore,<br>
+That pious old woman of Leeds.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old woman in Surrey,<br>
+Who was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Called her husband a fool,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Drove the children to school,<br>
+That worrying old woman in Surrey.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady whose bonnet<br>
+Came untied when the birds sat upon it;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But she said "I don't care!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All the birds in the air<br>
+Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!"<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady whose nose<br>
+Was so long that it reached to her toes;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So she hired an old lady,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose conduct was steady,<br>
+To carry that wonderful nose.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady whose chin<br>
+Resembled the point of a pin;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So she had it made sharp,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And purchased a harp,<br>
+On which to play tunes with her chin.<br>
+<p>
+There was an old lady whose eyes,<br>
+Were unique as to colour and size;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she opened them wide,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;People all turned aside,<br>
+And started away in surprise.<br>
+<p>
+There was a young lady of Hexham,<br>
+Contradicted her friends just to vex 'em;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She talked about horses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And rode on racecourses,<br>
+This forward young lady of Hexham.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="109"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#108">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#110">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 109&mdash;Strange History of Twenty-Six Funny Women</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="70%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Strange History of Twenty-Six Funny Women</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Angelina Armstrong Abruptly Asked an Advertising Agent
+About an Alliterating Advertisement Appearing, Announcing An
+Astonishing, Admirable, Attractive, Agreeable, Artistic, And Advanced
+Australian Arcade.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Meaning <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Bridget Bradshaw Bamboozled the Barber's Beautiful Baby
+By Bouncing it into Believing a Bandbox to Be a Big Book.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Clarissa Cox Cautiously Crept &amp; Caught with a Candle
+extinguisher a Congregation of Catterwauling Cats Conducting a
+Confounded Corroboree.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the roof of
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Dorothy Dwight in the Dark Drew a Decidedly Delightful
+Drawing, Depicting a Dictating, Domineering Despot; a Desperate
+Despoiling Demogogue; a Disdainful Duchess Dowager; a Dainty, Dressy
+Dandy, and a Downright Double-Dealing Dodger.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which drawing can be inspected at
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b> by anyone who
+can see clearly in the Dark.<br>
+<p>
+Eudocia Emul, the Eccentric Epicurian Empress of
+Ethiopia, Electrified the East End of Egypt by Eagerly and Easily
+Eating, as an Experiment, an Egg, an Eagle, an Emu, and Electrical
+Eel, and an Enormous Elephant, larger than the one Exhibited next to
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Fanny Fagan's Fine, Flossy, Fashionable Feathers Frequently
+Flopped, Flirted, and Flounced Forcibly From Fun.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she read some of the lively
+books from <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Georgina Gubbins Gently, Gracefully, Gravely,
+Grammatically, Graphically, and Grandiloquently Grumbled
+at her Great-Grandmother.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she so seldom went to
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Harriet Hopkins Had an Habitual, Haughty, Harsh, Hasty, Huffy,
+Hateful, Hideous, Horrid, Headstrong, Heedless,
+Hysterical, Habit of Henpecking Her Husband at Home.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When he would not take her to
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>, to get
+a book on Saturday night.<br>
+<p>
+Isabella Ingram Ironically Inquired of the Illustrious
+Imperial Indian If Idleness, Ignorance, Impudence,
+Intemperance, Intolerance, Inhumanity, and Infamy.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were the seven cardinal virtues.
+She was referred for an answer to
+the Instructive books in <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Jemima Jenkins, the Jerusalem Jewess, Judiciously Jotted
+Jokes in her Journal in June on her Journey through Judea to
+Jericho, beyond Jordan.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;[N.B.&mdash;Jericho, beyond
+Jordan, is about 10,000 miles from
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade.</b>]<br>
+<p>
+Kate Kearney Kidnapped a Knave, a Knight, a Khan, a
+Kaiser and a King, and Kindly Kept them upon Ketchup, Kale,
+Kidneys, Kingfishes, Kittens and Kangaroos.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She did not buy her cookery book at
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>:
+he doesn't sell books showing how to cook Kittens.<br>
+<p>
+Lucy Larkins Lately Let a Lovely, Lonely Lady Look
+Leisurely at a Large Live Lobster by the aid of a Lucid Little
+Lime-Light, Borrowed from <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Mary Muggin's Mother Made a Mighty, Monstrous, Mammoth,
+Monument of Marmalade jars; Mounted up, and Minutely Minced the Moon
+into a Multitude of Magnificent stars.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+[N.B.&mdash;About 300 bushels of said stars fell on top of
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade </b>and may be seen on application.]
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Old Woman Cutting the Moon into Stars."
+src="images/page109a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="70%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Nancy Nuttall was a Nonsensical, Noodlesome, Nincompoopish,
+Namby-pamby, Numskulled, Needle-woman; Nevertheless, at
+Ninety-Nine she Neatly and Nimbly Nabbed in the Nuptial Noose a
+Notable Noble Nabob of Nagpoor.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And directly after the marriage
+Nagged him into sending for books to
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Olivia Oliphant, of Omeo, ordered an Obstinate Old
+Organ-grinding Ostrich to Overwhelm with Oil an Olive, an Onion, an
+Orange, an Onion, an Orange, an Ocean, and an Oat.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And then go to <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b> and get a book.<br>
+<p>
+Papline Potts, a Poor, Penniless Peasant, Prettily,
+Pleasantly, Pathetically and Perfectly Played a Piece of music in a
+Parlour at a Pleasure-Palace to a Picked, Packed Party of
+Particular Personages, consisting of Peers, Peeresses, Princes and
+Princesses.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The piece of music was bought
+Quarter-Price at <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Quintina Quirk Quarrelled with the Queer, Quaint,
+Quadroon Queen of Quito, and Quizzingly Questioned her Quivering,
+Quaking Quartermaster.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+If he was Quite sure he bought all his pens and pencils
+at <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Ruth Robertson's Rich Rival, Regardless of Right, Rhyme,
+or Reason, Recently Ran a Rapid, Rattling Race Round a Regiment of
+Royal Russian Red Republicans,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead of Running into
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Seraphina Susanna Selina Sally Snooks, a Sober, Serious,
+Staid, Seraphic, and Sentimental Sailoress, Solicited a
+Situation as Superior Saloon Stewardess on the Splendid Spanish
+Steamship <i>Salamanca</i>, and Straightway Stipulated with the
+Sprightly Supercargo to Slyly and Suddenly Sail Southward at
+Sunrise for Six Shillingsworth of Select Stationery to
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Theresa Toodles Thatched a Trumpery Tipperary Theatre
+Three Thousand and Thirty-Three Times, and Then Took To
+Table-Turning and Table-Talking.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+But never Turned into nor Talked about <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>
+until afterwards.<br>
+<p>
+Urania Upton was Uncouth, Ungraceful, Unfashionable,
+Unladylike, Uninteresting, Unpresentable, and Ugly. She was
+Unpoetical, Unmusical, Unlearned, Uncultured, Unimproved,
+Uninformed, Unknowing, Unthinking, Unwitty and Unwise. She was
+Unlively, Undersized, Unwholesome and Unhealthy. She was Unlovely,
+Ungentle, Uncivil, Unsociable, Untameable, and altogether
+Unendurable. She was Unkind, Unfeeling, Unloving, Unthankful,
+Ungrateful,
+Unwilling, Unruly, Unreasonable, Unwomanly, Unworthy, Unmotherly,
+Undutious, Unmerciful, Untruthful, Unfair, Unjust and Unprincipled.
+She was Unpunctual, Unthrifty, Unskilful, Unready, Unsafe, Unfit,
+and totally Unprofitable. She was Unknown, Unnoticed,
+Unheeded, Unobeyed, Unloved, Unfriended, Unemployed, Unvalued,
+Unpopular, and actually Unpitied. She was Unsuccessful, Unfortunate,
+Unlucky, Unpaid, Unshod, Unfed, Unquiet, Unsettled, Uncertain,
+Undecided, Unhinged, Uneasy, Upset, Unhappy, and Utterly Useless.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Until, by chance, she went to
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>, and got some good
+instructive books, and now she is the very best person in
+Australia, and the best but two in the world.<br>
+<p>
+Victoria Vincent Valiantly Vaccinated a Vapouring,
+Verbose Varmit of a Vulgar Villainous Vagabond, who Very Verdantly
+Ventured on a Versatile, Veteran, Valueless Velocipede to Visit the
+Viceroy of Venice, instead of Visiting
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Wilhelmina Wilkins Was a Worthy, Witty, Widow
+Washerwoman, Who
+Washed Woollen Waistcoats, Worsted Waistbands, and
+Water-proof
+Wrappers With a Washing-Machine, and lived Well upon
+Water-gruel;
+Whereupon William Watson, a Wide-awake Widowed Waterman,
+Wisely Walked With her&mdash;Whispered, Winked, Wooed, Won,
+Wedded, and Wafted
+her across the Wide Waste of Water Waves, and got her a
+Weird Waltz.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Quarter-Price at
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Xantippe Xman, the eXiled eXqueen of the eXquimaux,
+eXceedingly
+eXcelled in eXerting an eXquisite eXactness in eXpense in
+general; but eXhibited the most eXceptional, eXtensive,
+eXtraordinary,
+eXcessive, eXtravagant, but eXcusable eXuberance.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she visited
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>, to buy books.<br>
+<p>
+Yellena Yellat, the Yellow Yahoo of Yokohama, Yawned
+Yesterday at
+Yon Yelping Yokel of the Yankee Yeomanry.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And told him that he, being ignorant, should go at once
+and get educated at <b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+Zenobian Zoziman, the Zouave Zemindaress of Zululand, was
+no Zany, but rode on a Zanzibar Zebra, resided in a Zing-Zag
+Zenana, Zealously studied Zanyism, Zealotism, Zoology,
+Zoonomy, Zoophytology, Zoolatry, Zymology, Zincography<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And many other 'isms, 'ologies, 'olatries, 'ographies,
+etc., out of the works she bought at
+<b>Cole's Book Arcade</b>.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="110"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#109">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#111">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 110&mdash;Forty Ways Of Travelling</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Wonderful Search Journey by the 40 principal modes of
+travelling<br>
+in The World, and a Prize of &pound;1000
+offered for a Flying Machine.<br></b></center>
+<p>
+I have always been a man of one idea at a time, and that one idea I
+have followed with unwavering determination until success has
+rewarded my efforts. Now listen to my story:&mdash;A short time ago,
+much
+desiring to obtain a particular article, I determined to get it if it
+was possible to do so in this world, and so started on my search
+journey. I ran into Melbourne and asked
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Running." src="images/page110a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+His Excellency the GOVERNOR of Victoria if he knew where I could get
+it, he said he did not but I might ask the RAJAH of Sarawak. I took
+ship to Sarawak, asked the Rajah, he said he did not know, but
+referred me to the MIKADO of Japan. I jumped into a boat, pulled
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Rowing." src="images/page110b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+to Jedo, asked His Dual Majesty, Lord Paramount of Japan, and head of
+the Sintoo Faith, he said he did not know, but perhaps the TYCOON of
+Japan did. I got into a jimriksha and was trotted
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="In cart pulled by native." src="images/page110c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+away to the house of the unfortunate Tycoon, he said he could not
+help me, but referred me to the GREAT CHAM of Tartary. I jumped into
+a Chinese junk,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Chinese Sail-Boat." src="images/page110d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+bore away to Pekin and saw the Great Cham of the Celestials, "Son of
+Heaven," "Brother to the Sun, Moon and Stars," "Father of Mankind,"
+"Governor of the World" and head of the Confucian Faith. He
+condescendingly said he did not know, but maybe the TIANG of Nankin
+could inform me; I took a sailing wheelbarrow to the Centre of Wise
+Learning, saw the head
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="In Wheelbarrow with Sail and Pushed by Native."
+src="images/page110e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+of the Taoist Faith, he could not tell me where to get it but perhaps
+the GRAND LAMA of Thibet could, I jumped on the back of a Yak, rode
+to Lassa,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Yak." src="images/page110f.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+interviewed the head of the Buddhist Faith he said he wanted one
+himself, but did not know where to get it, go, says he, to the CZAR
+of Russia, present my compliments and ask him for one for yourself
+and one for me. I took passage in a reindeer sleigh to St.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Reindeer Sleigh." src="images/page110g.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Petersburg, saw the CZAR, he referred me to his brother monarch the
+KEIZAR of Austria. I jumped on a horse, galloped away to Vienna, saw
+the Keizar,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding Horse." src="images/page110h.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+he did not know, but I could try the QUEEN of England, I jumped into
+an electric train, made for the metropolis
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding Small Train." src="images/page110i.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+of the world, saw Her Royal, Imperial, and Republican Majesty the
+"Queen of England," "Empress of India," Sovereign of Canada,
+Australia, and forty other countries, the most powerful and beloved
+ruler of the finest race of men, and the largest, mightiest, and
+grandest Empire the world ever saw. I now said to myself I surely
+shall get the article I want from the vast resources of Her Majesty,
+but in answer to my query she politely remarked that she did not
+think I should get in her dominions, but was almost certain that I
+could get it from the CHIEF of the Greenland Esquimeaux, I rose up in
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="In a Balloon." src="images/page110j.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+a balloon, flew through the air across the Atlantic, saw the Chief,
+he could not say, but referred me to the VICEROY of the Dominion, I
+jumped on the back of a reindeer, trotted away to Ottawa, saw
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Reindeer." src="images/page110k.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+the Viceroy, he was positively ignorant on the subject and referred
+me to the Mormon PROPHET. Got into an ice ship,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Ice Ship Sailing over Ice." src="images/page110l.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="111"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#110">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#112">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 111&mdash;Forty Ways Of Travelling</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+slid away over the snow to Utah, saw the Prophet, he had heard of it
+but did not know where I should get it, but I might at least ask the
+SACHAM of the Flat-Head Indians, I jumped into a dog-sleigh,
+scampered away, hailed the
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dog Sleigh." src="images/page111a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Sachem, but he did not know, but perhaps the PRESIDENT of Peru did,
+rode on a one-man sedan to the City of Earthquakes,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="In a Chair on back of Native." src="images/page111b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+saw the President, he did not know, but would I be so good as ask the
+EMPEROR of Brazil, I sprang on to the back of a llama, flopped away
+to Rio;
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Llama." src="images/page111c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+the American Emperor said he did not know himself, but surely the
+SHEIKH of Timbuctoo ought to tell. I jumped into a canoe, crossed
+the Atlantic,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Rowing Canoe." src="images/page111d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+reached the Negro city, asked the Sheikh, he said it was like my
+impudence asking him, how should he know such a thing? none of the
+traditions of the negro continent mentioned it, but if I thought such
+a thing existed I had better ask his Sublime Mightiness the SULTAN of
+Zanzibar, I jumped on the back of an ostrich, strode away to the
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding an Ostrich." src="images/page111e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Isle of Beauty, saw the Sultan, he shook his head and referred me to
+the NEGUS of Abyssinia, I was carried rapidly in a head palenkeen on
+the heads of four
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lying on platform carried by four Natives."
+src="images/page111f.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+negroes to Magdala, spoke to the Negus, he referred me to the KHEDIVE
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="In a Peddle-Powered Paddle-Boat."
+src="images/page111g.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+of Egypt, I got into a water-velocipede, trod away up the Red Sea to
+the city of the Pyramids, saw the Khedive, he referred me to the
+SHERIF of Mecca, I at once bestrode a donkey, cantered
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Donkey." src="images/page111h.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+away to the Sacred City, asked the custodian of the Precious Tomb of
+the Great Prophet, the query nonplussed him, and he desired me to
+wait on the IMAUN of Muscat, I mounted a camel,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Camel." src="images/page111i.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+ambled across to the hot city of the Imaun, he could not say but
+referred me to the RAO of Cutch, I made for Bhooj on a raft, spoke to
+the Rao, he
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Punting a Raft." src="images/page111j.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+had not got one, but referred me to the GUICOWAR of Gujerat and
+considerately lent me a pair of ten-feet stilts for the
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Walking on Stilts through Swamp."
+src="images/page111k.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+journey. I waded from the City of Dismal Swamps and finally reached
+Baroda on my stilts, saw the Guicowar, he had never heard of the
+article, but referred me to the HIGH PRIEST of the Parsees, I got
+into a sedan, was borne
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sitting in Sedan carried by two Locals."
+src="images/page111l.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+to Bombay, saw the head of the Parsee Faith, he had not the article,
+did not believe that it existed, as it was not mentioned in any of
+the sacred books of the Parsees, but finally referred me to the BIBY
+of Canonore, I mounted an Elephant
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding an Elephant." src="images/page111m.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+stamped down the coast, addressed the Biby, she said it was the first
+time she had heard of the article, but the MAHARAJAH of Mysore might
+have one. I stepped into a palenkeen
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="112"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#111">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#113">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 112&mdash;Forty Ways Of Travelling</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sitting in Sedan carried by four Locals."
+src="images/page112a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+and four men trotted away to Mysore, the Great Rajah said he had not
+got one, perhaps the NIZAM of Hyderabad could assist me. I got into a
+horse-sedan, went
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sitting in Sedan on back of Horse."
+src="images/page112b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+to Hyderabad, saw the Nizam, he did not know and suggested the GRAND
+MAHUNT of Benares. I got into a horse-palenkeen, made straight for
+the
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lying in Sedan carried by Two Horses."
+src="images/page112c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+City of the Sacred Shrines, saw the head of the Hindoo Faith, he did
+not know where it could be got, but had I asked the THACKOOR of
+Bhrownnuggar? No!&mdash;or the Swat of Ackoond, or the Mudor of
+Cassala,
+or the Hospodar of Wallachia, or the Aboona of Gondar or the
+Patriarch of Constantinople, or the Archbishop of Canterbury? I said
+most decidedly not&mdash;that I would not waste my time consulting
+such
+insignificant magnates, then, says he, just you ask the GURO of the
+Sikhs. I jumped astride of a Bramah Bull, and
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Bull." src="images/page112d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+trotted away to Amritsar; saw the head of the Sikh Faith, he had not
+got the article, had not heard of it, but advised me to apply to the
+AMEER of Afghanistan. I got into an ox dooly and at
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sitting in Sedan on two wheels pulled by Oxen."
+src="images/page112e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+length reached Cabul, saw the Ameer, he had not got it, had not seen
+it, nor heard of it, did not believe the article existed, but the
+KHAN of Bokhara could speak more positively about it. I got into a
+Tocan or Hamockeen and was
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lying in Hammock suspended by pole carried by twoNatives."
+src="images/page112f.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+carried by two men to Bokhara, interviewed the Khan, he said it was
+absurd for the Ameer to send to him, he knew nothing about it, but
+the SHAH of Persia probably did. I got into a mule sleigh,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lying in a Mule-Drawn Sleigh." src="images/page112g.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+glided away to Teheran, enquired of the Shah, could get no
+satisfaction, he never heard of it, was I sure there was such an
+article in existence? I told him that I wanted to find out, but I
+thought there must be somewhere. Oh, then, said he, try the CHIEF
+RABBI of Jerusalem. I got into a coach, tore away to
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Coach drawn by Two Horses."
+src="images/page112h.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+the Holy City of the Jews, asked the head of the Jewish Faith, he had
+not one, I had better ask the PASHA of Damascus. I jumped astride of
+a bicycle,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Penny-Farthing Bicycle."
+src="images/page112i.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+trundled away to the oldest city in the world; asked the Pasha, he
+could not say, I had better ask the EMIR of the Druses. I creeped up
+the Lebanon in a bullock-waggon, saw and asked the
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Wagon drawn by Bullock-Team."
+src="images/page112j.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+head of the Druse Faith, he referred me to the BEY of Tunis. I got on
+to a tricycle, rode to Tunis, saw the Bey,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Penny-Farthing style Tricycle."
+src="images/page112k.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+he could not tell, perhaps the POPE of Rome could. I jumped into a
+ship,
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Sailing Ship With Three Masts."
+src="images/page112l.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+made for the Eternal City, asked the head of the Christian Church,
+His Holiness could not tell, perhaps the GRAND SEIGNEUR of Turkey
+might. I stepped into a railway steam carriage, swept
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Steam Train and Carriage." src="images/page112m.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+around to the Golden Horn; saw His Sublime Mightiness the PADISHAW,
+he
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="113"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#112">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#114">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 113&mdash;Forty Ways Of Travelling</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+said that he had not got one and never heard of it; but when I
+described to him, in clear, concise and glowing terms, the real value
+of the article to the whole human race, he said that every person
+black or white, or brown, or yellow, or red, or any other colour
+whatever, in the world, should have one and that it was the duty of
+all Kings and Queens and Emperors, and Sultans, and Czars, and
+Keizars, and Khedives and Khans, and Shahs, and Ameers, and Deys, and
+Beys, and Great Chams, and Grand Lamas, to see that every one of
+their subjects obtained one without delay. I said those were exactly
+my sentiments; but where was it to be got. He again graciously
+assured me that he did not know, bit I might ask the GRAND MUFTI of
+Turkey, the fountain of all human knowledge, and custodian of the
+sacred Koran. I tore along in a goat-carriage, interviewed the head
+of
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Riding a Goat-Drawn Carriage." src="images/page113a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+the Mahometan Faith; but in answer to my query this Mighty Spiritual
+Magnate seemed taken aback; he affirmed that the Koran did not
+mention the article, and, therefore, he believed that it could not
+exist, but had I made a thorough search for it; had I tried the Dey
+of Algiers. I answered no! Had I tried the Doge of Venice&mdash;the
+Elector of Saxony&mdash;the Begum of Oude&mdash;the Stadholder of
+Holland&mdash;
+the Peishwa of Poona&mdash;the Nabob of Bengal&mdash;the Caliph of
+Bagdad&mdash;
+the Inca of Peru, or the great Mogul. I looked at the Grand Mufti in
+speechless astonishment; he might as well have asked me if I had
+enquired of Pharaoh or Nebuchadnezzer. I shook my head and rushed
+from his presence, completely nonplussed, bewildered, frantic. Where
+on earth was I to get the article? I had asked, and asked, and asked
+again, and was tired of asking. I had travelled fifty thousand miles
+by forty different modes of conveyance; consulted in their own
+capitals with thirty secular monarchs, governing three-fourths of the
+world; and I had with earnest, respectful enquiry approached the
+sacerdotal thrones of the spiritual monarchs of the eleven principal
+religions of mankind, and yet I could get no tidings of it. What was
+I to do? I was now standing in front of the great Mosque at
+Constantinople almost frantic with perplexity; some one approached
+and handed me a printed announcement. I read it! It sent an
+inexpressible thrill through me. I immediately took a steamer
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Large Steam-Powered Paddle-Boat."
+src="images/page113b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+for Melbourne, landed there, jumped into a cab, went straight to
+Cole's Book
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Carriage drawn by One Horse." src="images/page113c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Arcade, and saw a drawing of the very article I had ransacked the
+world over to obtain, and what do you think it was? It was a FLYING
+MACHINE! I wanted a flying machine, Mr. Cole informed me that he had
+not got his machine to fly yet, and that in all the world a machine
+was not yet invented that would fly, but that, through the active and
+progressive ingenuity of the human intellect, such a machine was
+certain to be invented in the future, and as an earnest of his strong
+conviction he handed me a document, which ran as follows:&mdash;
+<p>
+October 31st. 1882<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I, the undersigned, firmly believe that as
+man has already made<br>
+machines to run over the land and float over the water
+faster than<br>
+the swiftest animal, so shortly he will make machines to
+fly<br>
+through the air as fast, and finally faster, than the
+swiftest<br>
+birds do now. And I hereby offer a bonus of &pound;1,000
+to any person<br>
+who shall (in consequence of said bonus) within the next
+two years<br>
+invent a flying machine, to go by Electrical, Chemical,
+Mechanical,<br>
+or any other means, except by gas, a distance of 100
+miles, and<br>
+shall come and stop in front of the Book Arcade, Bourke
+Street,<br>
+Melbourne, Australia, as easily and as safely as a
+carriage stops<br>
+there now.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&mdash;E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cole's Flying Machine." src="images/page113d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cole's Flying Machine</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A workable flying machine would be the grandest invention of the age.
+My offer may not bring it about, but suppose a shilling subscription
+was made throughout the civilised world; say twenty million people
+gave 1/- each. That would be one million pounds, and offer that as a
+bonus for a useful flying machine, that bonus, I am sure, would
+produce the article. The shillings would be well spent, and it would
+immortalise the twenty million people who put their names down.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="114"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#113">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#115">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 114&mdash;Miss Cole's Aerial Flight in a Flying Machine</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Federation Of The Whole World Is Fast Coming."
+src="images/page114a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+My prophecy with regard to flying machines, as may well be seen by
+the original statement herewith, was made twenty-eight years before
+the French aviator brought his machine to Australia which was on 2nd
+November, 1910, or two weeks before his successful flight.
+<p>
+Subsequently Mr. Hammond flew over the city. He remarked: "I was to
+early for breakfast, and just thirty years too late to claim E. W.
+Cole's prize of &pound;1,000."
+<p>
+I believe that the advance of flying machines will be so rapid that
+within the next decade they will be used with as much ease and safety
+as any other means of present locomotion.
+<p>
+I will further state that their utility will be so great as to enable
+China, with her three hundred millions, to succeed in taking correct
+statistics.
+<p>
+And eventually the velocity with which they will fly may materially
+assist in establishing the peace of the world and the Parliament of
+Man.
+<p>
+My prophecy with regard to flying machines was made in 1868, and the
+bonus of &pound;1,000 (see previous page) was offered in 1882.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&mdash;E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="16 Motto-Medals." src="images/page114b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The above are facsimiles of 16 of 50 of E. W. Cole's World
+Federation Motto-Medals.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph of Mr. H, Hawker." src="images/page114c.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mr. H. Hawker,<br></b>
+The Man Who Flew.<br></center>
+<p>
+Mr. Hawker was born at Brighton, Victoria, on 22nd January, 1889. He
+went to England in 1911, returning to Victoria in 1914, after three
+years experience of aviation in England. He just missed the
+&pound;5000
+prize given by the "Daily Mail" for a flight around the British
+Isles, meeting with an accident off the coast of Ireland.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph of Miss Linda Cole."
+src="images/page114d.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Miss Linda Cole<br></b></center>
+Whose Flight with Mr. Hawker attained 4000 ft.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph of Mr. E. W. Cole." src="images/page114e.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mr. E. W. Cole<br></b></center>
+Prophesied Flying Machines and lived to see one of his daughters fly,
+and thus fulfilled his prophecy.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph of Miss Cole entering Biplane."
+src="images/page114f.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>
+Miss Cole Entering The Sopwith Biplane Preparatory To Flying
+</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="115"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#114">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#116">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 115&mdash;Miss Cole's Aerial Flight in a Flying Machine</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph of Distant Biplane."
+src="images/page115a.png">
+<p>
+<b>
+Miss Cole And Mr. Harry Hawker</b>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Poster: Various Planes Circling the Earth."
+src="images/page115b.png">
+<p>
+<b>Companions In Space<br></b>
+Our World surrounded by one of the latest Inventions of man&mdash;"The
+Flying Machine."
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>
+Aviation In Melbourne<br></b>
+Passengers Accompany Harry Hawker To The Clouds.
+</center>
+<p>
+It was Mr. E. W. Cole's enthusiasm and belief in the ultimate success
+of aerial navigation that induced Miss Linda Cole to fly with Mr.
+Hawker, the daring young aviator, at Elsternwick recently. Miss Cole
+was perfectly calm and collected when entering the biplane, and
+showed no signs of "nerviness." During the flight around St. Kilda,
+Brighton and Sandringham, and across the waters of Hobson's Bay, she
+conversed freely with Mr. Hawker, and commented on the panoramic
+views which unfolded themselves below. Miss Cole, having heard that
+Mr. Hawker had some intention of flying on a non-stop journey from
+Sydney to Melbourne&mdash;a distance of 500 miles&mdash;was most
+anxious to
+accompany him, provided the Sopwith biplane would carry two persons
+in addition to the tank of petrol which would, of course, be
+indispensable. Mr. Hawker, however, says he would not take a
+passenger should he undertake the journey. Miss Cole is most anxious
+for another sea flight, as she is of opinion that the power to see
+through the water to the bottom of the ocean is one of the utmost
+importance, as it would, in warfare, enable aviators to locate with
+accuracy mines in harbours and any other submerged dangers. Her most
+ardent wish is to become a lady aviator, and she is contemplating a
+trip to Europe to obtain up-to-date instruction in the aerial art.
+<p>
+The reason Miss Cole went up was because her father has always taken
+a great interest in aviation, and many years ago offered substantial
+prizes to constructors of airships. He has ever evinced great faith
+in the ultimate triumph of aerial navigation, and she is glad that
+his dreams are being realised. Miss Cole went up on Friday, on the
+thirteenth of the month. Friday and the number 13 are considered
+unlucky; but all big events in her life have been associated with the
+number 13.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph: Crowd around Biplane."
+src="images/page115c.png">
+<p>
+<b>Miss Cole Leaves The Aeroplane<br></b>
+After Having Experienced Her First Trip in the Art of Flying, at
+Elsternwick, on Friday, 13th February, 1914.
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Photograph: Biplane in Flight."
+src="images/page115d.png">
+<p>
+<b>Minister Of Defence (Mr. Millen) Soars Aloft.</b>
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="116"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#115">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#117">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 116&mdash;Various Early Types of Aeroplanes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes."
+src="images/page116a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes."
+src="images/page116b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes."
+src="images/page116c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="117"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#116">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#118">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 117&mdash;Various Early Types of Aeroplanes</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes."
+src="images/page117a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes."
+src="images/page117b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes."
+src="images/page117c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="118"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#117">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#119">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 118&mdash;Girls Names</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Every Girl's Name And Its Meaning."
+src="images/page118a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>This is perhaps the Choicest Collection of<br>
+Girls' Names in the English Language<br></b></center>
+<p>
+To the Reader.&mdash;I beg to make one very important remark upon this
+immense variety of girl's names, and that is:&mdash;Be sure and
+preserve
+the list carefully, as it will serve from which to choose names for
+your daughters up to the number of 555, without using the same name
+over again. P.S.&mdash;If you should be very, very lucky, and have
+more
+than 555 daughters, and want more names, call on Professor Cole, at
+the Book Arcade, Melbourne, Australia, and he will give you an extra
+list.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>555 NAMES</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Abigail, my father's joy<br>
+Ada, happiness, rich gift<br>
+Adah, ornament<br>
+Adamena, red earth<br>
+Adela, noble cheer<br>
+Adelaide, noble cheer<br>
+Adeleve, noble gift<br>
+Adelia, of noble birth<br>
+Adelina, noble manner<br>
+Adeline, noble snake<br>
+Agatha, good or honest<br>
+Agnes, pure, holy, chaste<br>
+Agneta, pure<br>
+Alberta, female Albert<br>
+Albina, white<br>
+Aldgitha, noble gift<br>
+Alethea, truth<br>
+Alexandra, helper<br>
+Alexandrina, helper<br>
+Alice, a princess<br>
+Alicia, noble cheer<br>
+Alison, holy fame<br>
+Almira, lofty<br>
+Althea, wholesome<br>
+Amabel, lovable<br>
+Amalia, work, industry<br>
+Amanda, worthy of love<br>
+Amata, she that is loved<br>
+Amelia, busy, energetic<br>
+Amice, beloved<br>
+Amicia, beloved<br>
+Amy, beloved<br>
+Anastasia, shall rise again<br>
+Andromache, heroic fight<br>
+Angel, angel<br>
+Angela, angel<br>
+Angelica, lovely, angelic<br>
+Angelina, angel<br>
+Angelletta, a messenger<br>
+Angelot, angel<br>
+Anisia, complete<br>
+Ann, grace<br>
+Anna, grace<br>
+Annabel, grace<br>
+Annabella, grace<br>
+Annaple, grace<br>
+Anne, grace<br>
+Annette, grace<br>
+Annice, grace<br>
+Annor, grace<br>
+Annora, eagle of Thor<br>
+Annie, grace<br>
+Anstace, resurrection<br>
+Antoinette, small Antonia<br>
+Antonia, inestimable<br>
+Antonina, inestimable<br>
+Arabella, eagle heroine<br>
+Arbella, God hath avenged<br>
+Athaliah, time for God<br>
+Auda, rich<br>
+Augusta, female Augustus<br>
+Aurelia, golden<br>
+Aureola, little, pretty<br>
+Aurora, fresh, brilliant<br>
+Averil, battle-maid<br>
+Avice, war refuge<br>
+Avis, war refuge<br>
+Barbara, stranger<br>
+Basilia, kingly<br>
+Bathilda, battle-maid<br>
+Bathsheba, 7th daughter<br>
+Beata, blessed<br>
+Beatrix, making happy<br>
+Becky, noosed cord<br>
+Bega, life<br>
+Belinda (uncertain)<br>
+Belle, oath of Baal<br>
+Bellona, warlike<br>
+Bernice, bringing victory<br>
+Bertalda, bright warrior<br>
+Bertha, bright, beautiful<br>
+Bessie, God's oath<br>
+Bessy, God's oath<br>
+Bethia, life<br>
+Beatrice, making happy<br>
+Benedicta, making happy<br>
+Betsy, oath of God<br>
+Biddulph, ruling wolf<br>
+Biddy, strength<br>
+Blanche, white<br>
+Bona, good<br>
+Brenda, sword<br>
+Bride, strength<br>
+Bridget, shining bright<br>
+Camilla, sacrificer<br>
+Caroline, noble-spirited<br>
+Carrie, noble-spirited<br>
+Cassandra, love-inflaming<br>
+Catharina, pure<br>
+Catherine, pure<br>
+Cecil, blind<br>
+Cecilia, blind<br>
+Cecily (or Cicily), blind<br>
+Celia, female Coelius<br>
+Celestine, heavenly<br>
+Charissa, love<br>
+Charley, man-girl<br>
+Charlotte, noble-spirited<br>
+Cherry, love<br>
+Chloe, blooming<br>
+Christabel, fair Christian<br>
+Christiana, Christian<br>
+Christina, Christian<br>
+Clare, she that is fair<br>
+Claribel, brightly fair<br>
+Clarissa, rendering famous<br>
+Clara, bright, fair<br>
+Clarice, light Clara<br>
+Clarinda, brightly fair<br>
+Claudia, female Claude<br>
+Clemeney, merciful, gentle<br>
+Clementina, merciful<br>
+Clementine, merciful<br>
+Cleopatra, father's fame<br>
+Colinette,<br>
+Columba, dove<br>
+Columbine, dove<br>
+Constancia, firm, constant<br>
+Constancia, firm<br>
+Cora, maiden<br>
+Cordelia, warm-hearted<br>
+Cornelia, born<br>
+Corinda, fair-maiden<br>
+Custance, firm<br>
+Cynthia, of Cynthus<br>
+Cyrilla, lordly<br>
+Damaria, little wife<br>
+Deborah, bee<br>
+Delia, of Delos<br>
+Delicia, delightful<br>
+Delilah, poor, small<br>
+Di, goddess<br>
+Diana, goddess<br>
+Dinah, judgement<br>
+Dionetta, of Dionysos<br>
+Dolly, gift of God<br>
+Dora, gift of God<br>
+Doralice, gift<br>
+Dorothea, divine gift<br>
+Dorothy, divine gift<br>
+Dowsabel, sweet, fair<br>
+Drusilla, dew-sprinkled<br>
+Dicia, sweet<br>
+Dulce, sweet<br>
+Duleibella, sweet, fair<br>
+Dye, goddess<br>
+Edeva, rich, gift<br>
+Edith, happiness<br>
+Edna, pleasure<br>
+Effie, fair speech<br>
+Ela, holy<br>
+Elaine, light<br>
+Elayne, light<br>
+Elenor, light<br>
+Elenora, light<br>
+Elfleda, hail increase<br>
+Elfrida, elf threatener<br>
+Elinor, light<br>
+Eliza, God's oath<br>
+Elizabeth, God's oath<br>
+Ella, elf friend<br>
+Ellen, light<br>
+Ellinor, light<br>
+Ellis, God the Lord<br>
+Elsie, noble cheer<br>
+Elspeth, God's oath<br>
+Emelin, work ruler<br>
+Emily, work, industry<br>
+Emlyn, work, serpent<br>
+Emm, grandmother<br>
+Emma, diligent nurse<br>
+Emmeline, industrious<br>
+Emmott, grandmother<br>
+Enaid, the soul<br>
+Enid, soul<br>
+Eppie, soul<br>
+Ermengarde, public guard<br>
+Ernestine, earnest, serious<br>
+Essa, nurse<br>
+Essie, star<br>
+Esther, good fortune<br>
+Estienne, crown<br>
+Ethel, noble, noble lady<br>
+Ethelburga, protector<br>
+Etheired, threatener<br>
+Ethelind, noble snake<br>
+Ethelinde, noble snake<br>
+Etta, home rule<br>
+Eucaria, happy hand<br>
+Eucharis, happy grace<br>
+Eudora, happy gift<br>
+Eugenia, well-born<br>
+Eugenie, well-born<br>
+Eulalia, fair speed<br>
+Eunice, happy victory<br>
+Euphemia, fair fame<br>
+Euphrasia, mirth<br>
+Eva, life<br>
+Evangeline, happy herald<br>
+Eve, life-giving<br>
+Eveleen, pleasant<br>
+Evelina, little Eve<br>
+Eveline, pleasant<br>
+Eveline, little Eve<br>
+Everhilda, battle-maid<br>
+Fanny, free, liberal<br>
+Faith, faith<br>
+Faustina, lucky<br>
+Felicia, happy<br>
+Fenella, white-shouldered<br>
+Fidelia, faithful<br>
+Flora, flowers<br>
+Florence, flourishing<br>
+Florinda, pretty flower<br>
+Frances, free, liberal<br>
+Frederica, peace ruler<br>
+Frediswid, peace, strength<br>
+Frewissa, strong peace<br>
+Gabrielle, God's hero<br>
+Ganore, white wave<br>
+Gatty, spear maid<br>
+Genevieve, white wave<br>
+Georgina, thrifty wife<br>
+Georgiana, thrifty wife<br>
+Geraldine, spear power<br>
+Gerda, enclosure<br>
+Gertrude, spear maiden<br>
+Gill (or Gillet), downy<br>
+Gillespie, bishop's servant<br>
+Gillian, downy<br>
+Gladuse, lame<br>
+Godiva, divine gift<br>
+Grace, grace, favour<br>
+Griselda, stone heroine<br>
+Guda, divine<br>
+Gundrada, war council<br>
+Gundred, war council<br>
+Gunhilda, war heroine<br>
+Gunnilda, war battle-maid<br>
+Gunnora, war protection<br>
+Gwendolen, white-browed<br>
+Gytha, happy<br>
+Hagar, a stranger<br>
+Hannah, grace, gracious<br>
+Harriet, a rich lady<br>
+Hatty, home rule<br>
+Havisia, war refuge<br>
+Helaine, light<br>
+Helen, light<br>
+Helewise, famous holiness<br>
+Henrietta, little Henry<br>
+Henny, home rule<br>
+Hepsy, my delight in her<br>
+Hermione, of Hermes<br>
+Hester, good fortune<br>
+Hetty, little Henry<br>
+Hilaria, cheerful, merry<br>
+Hilda, battle-maid<br>
+Honor, honour<br>
+Honora, honourable<br>
+Honoria, honourable<br>
+Hope, hope<br>
+Hortensia, gardener<br>
+Huldah, a weasel<br>
+Ida, happy, godlike<br>
+Inez, chaste, pure<br>
+Irene, peaceful<br>
+Isa, iron<br>
+Isabel, fair Eliza<br>
+Isabella, fair Eliza<br>
+Isadora, strong gift<br>
+Isbel, God's oath<br>
+Isobel, oath if God<br>
+Isolde, fair<br>
+Isolt, fair<br>
+Izod, fair<br>
+Jacintha, purple<br>
+Jacobina, supplanter<br>
+Jaquetta, supplanter<br>
+Jacqueline, beguiling<br>
+Jamesina, supplanter<br>
+Jane, grace of God<br>
+Janet, little Jane<br>
+Jeanette, beguiling<br>
+Jean, grace of God<br>
+Jemima, a dove<br>
+Jenny, grace of God<br>
+Jessica, grace of God<br>
+Jessie, grace of God<br>
+Jezebel, oath of Baal<br>
+Joan, the Lord's grace<br>
+Jodoca, sportive<br>
+Johanna, the Lord's grace<br>
+Joletta, violet<br>
+Joscelind, just<br>
+Josephine, addition<br>
+Josepha, addition<br>
+Joy, joy<br>
+Joyce, sportive, merry<br>
+Judith (or Judy), praise<br>
+Julia, soft-hearted<br>
+Juliana, downy-bearded<br>
+Juliet, downy-bearded<br>
+Justina, just<br>
+Kate, pure<br>
+Katharine, pure<br>
+Katherine, pure<br>
+Kathleen, pure<br>
+Katrina, pure<br>
+Katie, pure<br>
+Katrina<br>
+Kester, Christ bearer<br>
+Keturah, sweet perfume<br>
+Kezia, Cassia<br>
+Kissy, Cassia<br>
+Kitty, Pure<br>
+Laurinda, a laurel<br>
+Laura, laurel<br>
+Laurentia, laurel<br>
+Lavinia, of Latium<br>
+Leah, weary<br>
+Leonora, light<br>
+Letitia, gladness or mirth<br>
+Lettiee, gladness<br>
+Letty, truth<br>
+Lilian, lily<br>
+Lilly, lily<br>
+Lizzie, oath of God<br>
+Lora, laurel<br>
+Lorinda, a laurel<br>
+Lottie, noble-spirited<br>
+Lotty, man<br>
+Louisa, famous holiness<br>
+Louise, an Amazon<br>
+Love, love<br>
+Loys, famous holiness<br>
+Lucia, shining<br>
+Lucilla, light<br>
+Lucinda, light<br>
+Lucrece, gain<br>
+Lucretia, gain<br>
+Lucy, light-shining<br>
+Lydia, born in Lydia<br>
+Mab, mirth<br>
+Mabel, beloved<br>
+Mabella, my fair maiden<br>
+Madeline, magnificent<br>
+Madge, pearl<br>
+Margaret, pearl<br>
+Maria, bitter<br>
+Marian, bitter grace<br>
+Marianne, bitter grace<br>
+Marion, bitter<br>
+Marjorie or Marjory, pearl<br>
+Martha, becoming bitter<br>
+Martina, of Mars, warlike<br>
+Mary, bitter<br>
+Matilda, battle-maid<br>
+Matty, becoming bitter<br>
+Maud (or Maud), noble<br>
+May, pearl<br>
+Melania, black<br>
+Melicent, work, strength<br>
+Melissa, bee<br>
+Melony, dark<br>
+Melva, chief<br>
+Menie, bitter<br>
+Mercy, compassion<br>
+Mercia, work rule<br>
+Meriel, nymph<br>
+Milcah, queen<br>
+Mildred, mild threatener<br>
+Millicent, work, strength<br>
+Milly, work, strength<br>
+Minella, resolute<br>
+Mingala, soft and fair<br>
+Minna, memory<br>
+Minnie, little<br>
+Miranda, to be admired<br>
+Miriam, bitter<br>
+Moina, soft<br>
+Mencha, adviser<br>
+Monica, adviser<br>
+Moore, great<br>
+Morgana, sea dweller<br>
+Morna, beloved<br>
+Moroli, sea protection<br>
+Mynette, resolute<br>
+Myra, a weeper<br>
+Mysie, pearl<br>
+Nancy (or Nanny), grace<br>
+Naomi, pleasant<br>
+Nelly, light<br>
+Nellie, light<br>
+Ninon (or Ninette), grace<br>
+Nora, honourable<br>
+Norah, honourable<br>
+Octavia, eighth-born<br>
+Olive, olive<br>
+Olympis, heavenly<br>
+Ophelia, serpent<br>
+Osberga, divine pledge<br>
+Osberta, divinely bright<br>
+Osyth, divine strength<br>
+Parnel, a little stone<br>
+Patience, bearing up<br>
+Patricia, noble<br>
+Patty, becoming batter<br>
+Paulina, little Paul<br>
+Pauline, little Paul<br>
+Paula, little<br>
+Peace, peace<br>
+Peggy, pearl<br>
+Penelope, weaver<br>
+Pernel, stone<br>
+Petrina, stone<br>
+Petronella, stone<br>
+Phebe, light of life<br>
+Phemie, fair fame<br>
+Philadelphia, fraternal<br>
+Philippa, lover of horses<br>
+Phillis, a little leaf<br>
+Phoebe, shining<br>
+Piety, piety<br>
+Polly, bitter<br>
+Portia, of the pigs<br>
+Priscilla, ancient<br>
+Prudence, prudent<br>
+Quenburga, queen of pledge<br>
+Rachel, ewe<br>
+Rebecca, full fed<br>
+Rebekah, enchanting<br>
+Rhoda, rose<br>
+Robina, bright fame<br>
+Rose, a rose<br>
+Rosabel, fair rose<br>
+Rosabella, fair rose<br>
+Rosalia, blooming rose<br>
+Rosalie, blooming rose<br>
+Rosalind, like a rose<br>
+Rosaline, famed serpent<br>
+Rosamond, protection<br>
+Rosamuad, rose of peace<br>
+Rosanne, rose<br>
+Rose, rose<br>
+Rosecleer, fair rose<br>
+Rosina, rose<br>
+Rowena, white skirt<br>
+Roxana, dawn of day<br>
+Ruth, watered or filtered<br>
+Sabina, religious<br>
+Sabrina, the Severn<br>
+Sally, princess<br>
+Sarah, princess<br>
+Sarai, lady or princess<br>
+Selina, moon or parsley<br>
+Selma, fair<br>
+Serena, serene<br>
+Sibella, wise old woman<br>
+Sidonia, of Sidon<br>
+Sigismunda, conquering<br>
+Sissie, little sister<br>
+Soloma, peace<br>
+Sophia, wisdom<br>
+Sophronia, of sound mind<br>
+Stella, star<br>
+Stephana, crown<br>
+Stratonice, army victory<br>
+Susie, a lily<br>
+Susan, a rose or lily<br>
+Susannah, lily<br>
+Sylvia, living in a weed<br>
+Tabitha, gazelle<br>
+Tamar, palm<br>
+Tamasine, twin<br>
+Temperance, moderation<br>
+Thalia, bloom<br>
+Thecla, divine fame<br>
+Theobalda, people's prince<br>
+Theodora, divine gift<br>
+Theophila, divinity-loved<br>
+Theresa, carrying corn<br>
+Thomasine, twin<br>
+Thyrza, pleasantness<br>
+Tibelda, people's prince<br>
+Tilda, mighty battle-maid<br>
+Timothea, fear God<br>
+Tirzah, pleasantness<br>
+Tracy, carrying corn<br>
+Trix, blessed<br>
+Tryphena, dainty<br>
+Tryphosa, dainty<br>
+Ulrica, noble ruler<br>
+Una, famine<br>
+Urania, heavenly<br>
+Ursula, she bear<br>
+Valeria, female Valerius<br>
+Vanora, white wave<br>
+Vashti, one that drinks<br>
+Venetia, blessed<br>
+Venice, blessed<br>
+Veronica, a true image<br>
+Verosa, true<br>
+Vevina, melodious woman<br>
+Victoria, conqueror<br>
+Vida, life<br>
+Violet, violet<br>
+Viola, a violet<br>
+Virginia, flourishing<br>
+Walburg, gracious<br>
+Wenefride, white wave<br>
+Werburgha, protection<br>
+Wilfred, white stream<br>
+Wilhelmina, defendress<br>
+Williamina, defendress<br>
+Wilmett, cap of resolution<br>
+Winefride, lover of peace<br>
+Winifrid, white stream<br>
+Zenobia, sire's ornament<br>
+Zerah, rising of light<br>
+Zillah, shadow<br>
+Zoe, life<br>
+Zora, dawn<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<b>Be Sure And Pick A Nice Name For The Baby</b>
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="119"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#118">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#120">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 119&mdash;Boys Names</h3>
+<br>
+<img alt="Every Boy's Name And It's Meaning."
+src="images/page119a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>This is perhaps the Choicest Collection of<br>
+Boys' Names in the English Language<br></b></center>
+<p>
+To the Reader.&mdash;I beg to make one very important remark upon this
+immense variety of boy's names, and that is:&mdash;Be sure and
+preserve
+the list carefully, as it will serve from which to choose names for
+your sons up to the number of 555, without using the same name over
+again. P.S.&mdash;If you should be very, very lucky, and have more
+than
+555 sons, and want more names, call on Professor Cole, at the Book
+Arcade, Melbourne, Australia, and he will give you an extra list.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>555 NAMES</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Aaron, lofty, inspired<br>
+Abel, vanity<br>
+Abelard, noble<br>
+Abiathar, sire of plenty<br>
+Abijah, child of God<br>
+Abijam, father of the sea<br>
+Abimelech, king's father<br>
+Abner, father of light<br>
+Abraham, sire of many<br>
+Abram, elevated father<br>
+Absalom, father of peace<br>
+Achilles, without lips<br>
+Adam, red earth<br>
+Adin, tender, delicate<br>
+Adolphus, noble wolf<br>
+Adrian, rich or wealthy<br>
+Aeneas, praise<br>
+Ahaz, visionary<br>
+Alan, cheerful<br>
+Alaric, noble ruler<br>
+Alban, white<br>
+Alberic, elf king, or all rich<br>
+Albert, nobly, bright<br>
+Aleuin, hall friend<br>
+Aldebert, nobly bright<br>
+Aldhelm, noble helmet<br>
+Alexander, helper of men<br>
+Alexis, helper<br>
+Alfred, good counseller<br>
+Algernon, with whiskers<br>
+Alick, helper of men<br>
+Allan (or Allen), cheerful<br>
+Almeric, work ruler<br>
+Alphonso, eager, willing<br>
+Alphin, elf<br>
+Amadas, husbandman<br>
+Amasa, a burden<br>
+Ambrose, immortal, divine<br>
+Amos, a burden<br>
+Andrew, manly, valiant<br>
+Angus, excellent virtue<br>
+Anselm, divine helmet<br>
+Anstice, resurrection<br>
+Anthony, inestimable<br>
+Antony, inestimable<br>
+Appolos, of Apollo<br>
+Aquila, eagle<br>
+Archibald, powerful, bold<br>
+Aristides, son of the best<br>
+Arkles, noble fame<br>
+Arnold, strong as an eagle<br>
+Artemus, gift of Diana<br>
+Arth, high<br>
+Arthur, high, noble<br>
+Asa, physician or healer<br>
+Ascelin, servant<br>
+Asher, blessed, fortunate<br>
+Ashur, black or blackness<br>
+Athanasius, undying<br>
+Athelstan, noble stone<br>
+Athelwold, noble power<br>
+Aubrey, ruler of spirits<br>
+Audrey, noble threatener<br>
+Augustin, venerable<br>
+Augustus, majestic<br>
+Aureilus, golden<br>
+Austin, venerable<br>
+Aymar, work ruler<br>
+Bab, stranger<br>
+Baldie, sacred prince<br>
+Baldred, prince council<br>
+Baldric, prince ruler<br>
+Baldwin, bold friend<br>
+Banquo, white<br>
+Baptist, baptiser<br>
+Barak, lightning<br>
+Bardolf, bright helper<br>
+Barnabas, son of consolation<br>
+Barnard, bold as a bear<br>
+Barry, looking bright<br>
+Bartholomew, warlike son<br>
+Barthram, bright raven<br>
+Bartley, son of furrows<br>
+Bartram, bright raven<br>
+Barzillai, son of iron<br>
+Basil, kingly<br>
+Bat, son of furrows<br>
+Beavis, beautiful<br>
+Ben, son of the right hand<br>
+Benedict, blessed<br>
+Benjamin, same as Ben<br>
+Bennet, blessed<br>
+Benoni, son of sorrow<br>
+Berenger, bear spear<br>
+Beriah, son of evil<br>
+Bernard, bold as a bear<br>
+Bertram, bright raven<br>
+Bertran, fair and pure<br>
+Blase (or Blaze), babbler<br>
+Bohemond, God's love<br>
+Boniface, well-doer<br>
+Botolph, ruling wolf<br>
+Boyd, yellow<br>
+Brithric, bright king<br>
+Brockwell, champion<br>
+Bruno, brown<br>
+Brush, immortal<br>
+Bryan, strong<br>
+Cadoe, war<br>
+Cadogan, war<br>
+Cadwallader, a general<br>
+Caesar, hairy<br>
+Cain, possession<br>
+Caleb, dog<br>
+Calvin, bald<br>
+Canute, hill<br>
+Caradoc, beloved<br>
+Carmichael, Michael's friend<br>
+Caswallon, hating lord<br>
+Cecil, blind<br>
+Charinas, grace<br>
+Charles, noble spirited<br>
+Christian, of Christ<br>
+Christopher, Christ bearer<br>
+Chrysostom, gold mouth<br>
+Clarence, illustrious<br>
+Claude, lame<br>
+Clement, merciful gentle<br>
+Colbert, cool, bright<br>
+Colborn, black bear<br>
+Colin, dove<br>
+Colomb, dove<br>
+Conachar, strong help<br>
+Coniah, appointed<br>
+Conmor, strength great<br>
+Connal, chief's courage<br>
+Connor, slaughter hound<br>
+Conrad, able speed<br>
+Constant, firm, faithful<br>
+Constantine, firm<br>
+Cornelius, horn<br>
+Cradock, beloved<br>
+Crispin, curly-haired<br>
+Cuthbert, noted splendour<br>
+Cymbeline, lord of the sun<br>
+Cyprian, of Cyprus<br>
+Cyril, lordly<br>
+Cyrus, the sun<br>
+Dan, a judge<br>
+Daniel, the judging God<br>
+Darcy, dark<br>
+Darius, king, preserver<br>
+David, beloved, the darling<br>
+Dennis, of Dionysos<br>
+Derrick, people's wealth<br>
+Dick, firm ruler<br>
+Didymus, twin<br>
+Diggory, the almost lost<br>
+Dionysius, of Dionysos<br>
+Dodd, of the people<br>
+Dominic, Sunday child<br>
+Donald, proud chief<br>
+Dougal, black stranger<br>
+Douglas, dark grey<br>
+Dudley, people's ruler<br>
+Duff, black<br>
+Dugold, black stranger<br>
+Duncan, brown chief<br>
+Ebenezer, stone of help<br>
+Edgar, protector of wealth<br>
+Edmund, rich protection<br>
+Edward, happy keeper<br>
+Edwin, rich friend<br>
+Egbert, formidably bright<br>
+Eldred, fierce in battle<br>
+Eli, a foster son<br>
+Elias, God the Lord<br>
+Elihu, He is my God<br>
+Elijah, God the Lord<br>
+Elisha, God the Saviour<br>
+Elizur, God my rock<br>
+Ellis, God the Lord<br>
+Emanuel, God with us<br>
+Emilius, work<br>
+Enoch, dedicated<br>
+Enos, mortal man<br>
+Ephriam, very fruitful<br>
+Erasmus, amiable, lovely<br>
+Erastus, lovely, amiable<br>
+Eric, era king, rich<br>
+Ernest, serious<br>
+Esaias, salvation of God<br>
+Esau, covered with hair<br>
+Esbert, bright for ever<br>
+Esdras, rising of light<br>
+Etheired, noble council<br>
+Eugene, well-born<br>
+Eusebius, pious<br>
+Eustace, healthy, strong<br>
+Evan, young warrior<br>
+Everard, strong as a boar<br>
+Ezekiel, strength of God<br>
+Ezra, rising of light<br>
+Farquhar, manly<br>
+Feargus, man of strength<br>
+Felim, ever good<br>
+Felix, happy, prosperous<br>
+Ferdinand, brave<br>
+Fergus, man's strength<br>
+Fernando, brave<br>
+Festus, joyful<br>
+Fingal, white stranger<br>
+Flavian, yellow<br>
+Francis, free, liberal<br>
+Frank, free<br>
+Franklin, free<br>
+Frederic, peaceful ruler<br>
+Frewen, free friend<br>
+Fulbert, bright resolution<br>
+Faulk, people's guard<br>
+Gabriel, hero of God<br>
+Gaius, rejoiced<br>
+Gamaliel, gift of God<br>
+Garratt, spear firm<br>
+Gavin, hawk of battle<br>
+Geoffrey, God's peace<br>
+George, husbandman<br>
+Gerald, spear power<br>
+Germaine, German<br>
+Gervas, war eagerness<br>
+Gibbon, bright pledge<br>
+Gideon, destroyer<br>
+Gilbert, bright as gold<br>
+Gilchrist, servant of Christ<br>
+Giles, a kid<br>
+Gillespie, bishop's servant<br>
+Gillies, servant of Jesus<br>
+Gisborn, pledge bearer<br>
+Goddard, pious, virtuous<br>
+Gedfrey, God's peace<br>
+Godric, divine king<br>
+Godwin, divine friend<br>
+Greg, fierce<br>
+Gregory, watchful<br>
+Griffith, strong-faithed<br>
+Grimbald, self-controlled<br>
+Gustavus, a warrior<br>
+Guy, a leader<br>
+Hadassah, myrtle<br>
+Halbert, bright stone<br>
+Hamlyn, home<br>
+Hanan, grace<br>
+Hannibal, grace of Baal<br>
+Harold, a champion<br>
+Harry, home rule<br>
+Harvey, bitter<br>
+Haymon, home<br>
+Heber, a companion<br>
+Hector, a defender<br>
+Henry, a rich lord<br>
+Herbert, bright warrior<br>
+Hercules, lordly fame<br>
+Hereward, sword guardian<br>
+Herman, a warrior<br>
+Herodias, of a hero<br>
+Herodotus, noble gift<br>
+Hezekiah, strength of God<br>
+Hilary, cheerful<br>
+Hildebert, a nobleman<br>
+Hildebrand, a warbrand<br>
+Hiram, most noble<br>
+Hodge, spear of fame<br>
+Homer, a pledge<br>
+Horace, worthy of love<br>
+Horatio, worthy of love<br>
+Hoshea, salvation<br>
+Hubbard, mind bright<br>
+Hubert, mind bright<br>
+Hugh, mind<br>
+Hugo, mind<br>
+Humphrey, home peace<br>
+Ian, grace of God<br>
+Ignatius, fiery<br>
+Immanuel, God with us<br>
+Increase, more faith<br>
+Ingram, Ing's raven<br>
+Inigo, fiery<br>
+Innocent, harmless<br>
+Ira, watchful<br>
+Isaac, laughter<br>
+Issiah, salvation of God<br>
+Israel, soldier of God<br>
+Ivan, gift of God<br>
+Ives, archer<br>
+Izaak, laughter<br>
+Jabez, sorrow<br>
+Jacob, supplanter<br>
+James, superior<br>
+Japhet, extender<br>
+Jarratt, spear firm<br>
+Jason, healer<br>
+Jasper, treasure master<br>
+Jeffrey, good peace<br>
+Jehu, the Lord is he<br>
+Jenkin, Grace of God<br>
+Jeremiah, exalted of God<br>
+Jerome, holy name<br>
+Jervis, spear war<br>
+Jesse, wealth<br>
+Joachim, God will judge<br>
+Joab, son of God<br>
+Job, persecuted<br>
+Joel, strong-willed<br>
+John, the Lord's grace<br>
+Jonah (or Jonas), dove<br>
+Jonathan, gift of God<br>
+Jordan, descender<br>
+Joscelin, just<br>
+Joseph, addition<br>
+Joshua, a Saviour<br>
+Josiah, fire of God<br>
+Judah, praised<br>
+Julian, downy bearded<br>
+Julius, downy bearded<br>
+Justin, just<br>
+Justus, just<br>
+Kay, rejoicing<br>
+Kenelm, a defender<br>
+Kenneth, a leader<br>
+Laban, white<br>
+Lachlan, warlike<br>
+Lambert, illustrious<br>
+Lancelot, servant<br>
+Laurence, laurel crowned<br>
+Lawrence, laurel crowned<br>
+Lazarus, God will help<br>
+Leander, lion-hearted<br>
+Lear, sea<br>
+Leonard, lion-strong<br>
+Leopold, bold for men<br>
+Levi, adhesion<br>
+Lewis, people's refuge<br>
+Lionel, lion<br>
+Llawellyn, lightning<br>
+Lloyd, grey<br>
+Lodowic, famed piety<br>
+Lorenzo, laurel crowned<br>
+Lot, lion<br>
+Lothar, glorious warrior<br>
+Lothario, great warrior<br>
+Louis, famous holiness<br>
+Lubin, love friend<br>
+Lucian, light<br>
+Ludovic, bold warrior<br>
+Luke, light<br>
+Luther, glorious warrior<br>
+Maddox, beneficent<br>
+Madoc, beneficent<br>
+Magnus, great<br>
+Malachi, angel of God<br>
+Malcom, of Colbumia<br>
+Manfred, mighty peace<br>
+Manual, God with us<br>
+Marcus, of Mars, a hammer<br>
+Mark, warlike<br>
+Marmaduke, sea leader<br>
+Martin, great, martial<br>
+Martyn, great, martial<br>
+Matthew, gift of God<br>
+Matthias, gift of God<br>
+Maurice, dark coloured<br>
+Maynard, great firmness<br>
+Meredith, sea protector<br>
+Merlin, sea hill<br>
+Michael, who is like God<br>
+Miles, crusher<br>
+Moore, great<br>
+Morgan, seaman<br>
+Morris, sea warrior<br>
+Moses, drawn from water<br>
+Napoleon, forest king<br>
+Narcissus, daffodil<br>
+Nathan, a gift<br>
+Nathanael, gift of God<br>
+Nero, strength, fortitude<br>
+Nicodemus, conqueror<br>
+Nicholas, conquered<br>
+Nicol, conquered<br>
+Niel, brave, dark<br>
+Niell, brave<br>
+Nigel, black<br>
+Noah, rest, comfort<br>
+Noel, Christmas-born<br>
+Norman, a Northman<br>
+Obadiah, servant of God<br>
+Octavius, the eighth-born<br>
+Odo, rich<br>
+Olave, ancestor's relic<br>
+Oliver, olive tree<br>
+Orlando, fame of the land<br>
+Orson, dear<br>
+Osbert, divinely bright<br>
+Osborn, divine bear<br>
+Oscar, bounding warrior<br>
+Osfred, divine peace<br>
+Oslaf, divine legacy<br>
+Osmond, divine perfection<br>
+Osric, divine rule<br>
+Oswald, divine power<br>
+Osyth, young warrior<br>
+Palmerin, sign of victory<br>
+Pancras, all-ruler<br>
+Pascoe, Easter child<br>
+Passion, suffering<br>
+Patrick, noble<br>
+Paul, little<br>
+Payne, countryman<br>
+Percival, holy cup-bearer<br>
+Peregrine, stranger<br>
+Peter, stone<br>
+Phelim, good.<br>
+Philadelphius, brotherly<br>
+Phillip, lover of horses<br>
+Phineas, mouth of brass<br>
+Pius, pious<br>
+Pierce (or Piers), stone<br>
+Pilgrim, traveller<br>
+Polycarp, much fruit<br>
+Pompey, of Pompeii<br>
+Quentin, fifth-born<br>
+Ralph, help, counsel<br>
+Ranald, judging power<br>
+Randal, house wolf<br>
+Raphael, healing of God<br>
+Ravelin, council wolf<br>
+Raymond, wise protector<br>
+Raymund, quiet peace<br>
+Rayner, judge warrior<br>
+Redmond, counsel<br>
+Redwald, council, power<br>
+Reginald, judging power<br>
+Renfred, peace, judgement<br>
+Restyn, restored to<br>
+Reuben, behold a son<br>
+Reynard, firm judge<br>
+Reynold, judging power<br>
+Richard, stern king<br>
+Robert, bright in fame<br>
+Roderick, famous king<br>
+Rodolph, wolf of fame<br>
+Rodolphus, famous wolf<br>
+Roger, spear of fame<br>
+Roland, fame of the land<br>
+Rollo, wolf of fame<br>
+Rolph, wolf of fame<br>
+Ronan, seal<br>
+Ronald, judge power<br>
+Roswald, horse power<br>
+Rowland, fame of the land<br>
+Roy, red<br>
+Rufus, red-haired<br>
+Rupert, bright fame<br>
+Sampson, splendid sun<br>
+Samuel, asked of God<br>
+Saul, longed for<br>
+Saunders, helper of men<br>
+Sayer, conquering army<br>
+Seabert, bright victory<br>
+Seaforth, peace victory<br>
+Seaward, defender<br>
+Sebastian, venerable<br>
+Seth, appointed<br>
+Shawn, grace of God<br>
+Sholto, sower<br>
+Sibbald, conquering<br>
+Sigismund, conquering<br>
+Silas, living in a wood<br>
+Sim, obedient<br>
+Simeon, obedient<br>
+Simon, obedient<br>
+Solomon, peaceable<br>
+Stephen, crown<br>
+Swain, youth<br>
+Swithun, strong friend<br>
+Sylvanus, god of the wood<br>
+Sylvester, a rustic<br>
+Tancard, grateful guard<br>
+Tancred, grateful speech<br>
+Teague, poet<br>
+Terence, tender<br>
+Thaddaeus, praise<br>
+Theobald, people's prince<br>
+Theodore, divine gift<br>
+Theodosius, genius of God<br>
+Theodric, people's ruler<br>
+Theodoric, people's ruler<br>
+Theophilus, friend of God<br>
+Thias, gift of God<br>
+Thomas, a twin<br>
+Thorold, Thor's power<br>
+Thurstan, Thor's jewel<br>
+Tibal, people's prince<br>
+Tiernan, kingly<br>
+Timothy, God-fearing<br>
+Titus, safe<br>
+Tobias, goodness of God<br>
+Tom, a twin<br>
+Tristram, grave, sad<br>
+Tudor, divine gift<br>
+Turgar, Thor's spear<br>
+Tybalt, people's prince<br>
+Ulfric, wolf ruler<br>
+Ulick, mind, reward<br>
+Ulysses, a hater<br>
+Urban, of the town<br>
+Uriah, light of God<br>
+Uric, noble ruler<br>
+Valentine, healthy, strong<br>
+Victor, conqueror<br>
+Vincent, conquering<br>
+Virgil, flourishing<br>
+Vivian, lively<br>
+Vortigern, great king<br>
+Vyvyan, living<br>
+Waldemar, powerful fame<br>
+Walstan, slaughter stone<br>
+Walter, powerful warrior<br>
+Warner, protector<br>
+Warren, protecting friend<br>
+Water, powerful warrior<br>
+Wattles, powerful warrior<br>
+Wawyn, hawk of battle<br>
+Wayland, artful<br>
+Wenceslaus, crown, glory<br>
+Wilfred, resolute peace<br>
+Wilfrith, resolute peace<br>
+Willfroy, resolute peace<br>
+William, protector<br>
+Willibald, much power<br>
+Wilmot, resolute mood<br>
+Winifred, friend of peace<br>
+Wulstan, comely<br>
+Yestin, just<br>
+Zachariah, man of God<br>
+Zaccheus, pure, clean<br>
+Zebulon, dwelling<br>
+Zechariah, man of God<br>
+Zedekiah, justice of God<br>
+Zephaniah, secret of God<br>
+Zerah, rising of light<br>
+Zoroaster, gold star<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<b>Look And See The Meaning Of Your Own Name</b>
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="120"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#119">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#121">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 120&mdash;Game Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets<br></b>
+Or Husbands And Wives<br>
+<p>
+<img alt="Women in Hats - Numbered 1 to 52 - Letters A to M."
+src="images/page120a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>One Hundred Little Ladies<br></b>
+Showing the 24 various modes by which they
+came into Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+One hundred <i>Little</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All clever, learned and trained,<br>
+Half <i>WALKED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fifty then remained.<br>
+<p>
+Fifty <i>Thoughtful</i> little ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All lovers of book-lore,<br>
+Ten <i>RAN</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there remained two-score.<br>
+<p>
+Forty <i>Pretty</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Racing but not flirty,<br>
+Ten <i>RACED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An then there were but thirty.<br>
+<p>
+Thirty <i>Famous</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Swimming in the Plenty.<br>
+Ten <i>SWAM</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but twenty.<br>
+<p>
+Twenty <i>Wealthy</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jumping in velveteen,<br>
+One <i>JUMPED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were nineteen.<br>
+<p>
+Nineteen <i>Noble</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Going out a-skating,<br>
+One <i>SKATED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but eighteen.<br>
+<p>
+Eighteen <i>Royal</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All dancing with the Queen,<br>
+On <i>Danced</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there were seventeen.<br>
+<p>
+Seventeen <i>Grand</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Driving a bullock team,<br>
+One <i>DROVE</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were sixteen.<br>
+<p>
+Sixteen <i>Gentle</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All hopping on the green,<br>
+One <i>HOPPED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were fifteen.<br>
+<p>
+Fifteen <i>Modest</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All creeping out unseen,<br>
+One <i>CREPT</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were fourteen.<br>
+<p>
+Fourteen <i>Handsome</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All floating down a stream,<br>
+One <i>FLOATED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were thirteen.<br>
+<p>
+Thirteen <i>Lovely</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All leaping out to delve,<br>
+One <i>LEAPED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but twelve.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="121"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#120">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#122">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 121&mdash;Game Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets<br></b>
+Or Husbands And Wives<br>
+<p>
+<img alt="Women in Hats - Numbered 53 to 104 - Letters N to
+Z." src="images/page121a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Twelve fine <i>Blooming</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flitting out for leaven,<br>
+One <i>FLITTED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were eleven.<br>
+<p>
+Eleven <i>Frightened</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dodging a lion when&mdash;<br>
+One <i>DODGED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but ten.<br>
+<p>
+Ten most <i>Charming</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All skipping in a line,<br>
+One <i>SKIPPED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but nine.<br>
+<p>
+Nine most <i>Splendid</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All swinging on a gate,<br>
+One <i>SWUNG</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but eight.<br>
+<p>
+Eight most <i>Superb</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flying under heaven,<br>
+One <i>FLEW</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but seven.<br>
+<p>
+Seven <i>English</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All tripping out for sticks,<br>
+One <i>TRIPPED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but six.<br>
+<p>
+Six fine <i>Irish</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All going for a dive,<br>
+One <i>DIVED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but five.<br>
+<p>
+Five fine <i>Scottish</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All sailing to explore,<br>
+One <i>SAILED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but four.<br>
+<p>
+Four fine <i>Yellow</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All steaming on the sea,<br>
+One <i>STEAMED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but three.<br>
+<p>
+Three fine <i>Jet-black</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All riding on a moo,<br>
+One <i>RODE</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there were but two.<br>
+<p>
+Two most <i>Comic</i> ladies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sliding about for fun,<br>
+One <i>SLID</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there was but one.<br>
+<p>
+One most <i>Frisky</i> lady,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The nicest, last, and best,<br>
+She <i>BOUNCED</i> in-to Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And read books with the rest.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="122"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#121">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#123">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 122&mdash;Game Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets<br></b>
+Or Husbands And Wives<br>
+<p>
+<img alt="Men in Hats - Numbered 1 to 52 - Letters A to M."
+src="images/page122a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>PROCLAMATION BY AUTHORITY.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Be it known unto all of you that to find your own portrait and the
+fashion of your hat or bonnet, your Christian name and the Alphabet
+are used.
+<p>
+The Alphabet is divided into four parts for the second letter of each
+person's name as follows:&mdash;The letters A B C D E F belong to No.
+1
+portrait in each row, and in the case of the first of the letter A
+include such names as Abigail, Ada, Aaron, Abraham, Adolphus. The
+letters G H I J K L belong to the second portrait in each row, and in
+the case of the second portrait, of the letter A include such name
+as Agnes, Alice, Ahaz, Alfred. The letters M N O P Q R belong to the
+third portrait of each row, and in the case of the letter A include
+such names as Amy, Anna, Arabella, Amos, Andrew, Arthur. The letters
+S T U V W X Y Z belong to the fourth portrait in each row, and in the
+case of the letter A include such names as Athalia, Augusta, Asa,
+Augusta. The same rule is followed with each letter of the Alphabet:
+for instance, the first portrait in the row B belongs to such names
+as Barbara, Bessie, Bartholomew, Benjamin, and so on throughout the
+whole collection of portraits.
+<p>
+If a woman is looking for her future husband, she must find the
+number of her own portrait and then the corresponding number amongst
+the men's, and THAT IS TO BE HER HUSBAND: for instance, if her own
+portrait is No. 27, No. 27 amongst the men's is the portrait of her
+future darling. The same rule is to be followed by the men. If a
+man's portrait is No. 93, No. 93 amongst the ladies' IS TO BE HIS
+WIFE, his own future angel.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="123"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#122">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#124">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 123&mdash;Game Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets<br></b>
+Or Husbands And Wives<br>
+<p>
+<img alt="Men in Hats - Numbered 53 to 104 - Letters N to Z."
+src="images/page123a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+If the persons who consult this oracle are single, the sweetheart
+that falls to their lot will be their first husband or wife, and if
+they are married it will be their second husband or wife, and if they
+have been married twice, it will be their third one, and so on up to
+144 times of being married; and after that no one will be allowed to
+consult this oracle, look at it, speak of it, or even think about it,
+such objectionable persons being entirely excluded from its benefits.
+<p>
+Persons who consult this oracle must accept the husband or wife that
+falls to their lot just the same as if they married them in the usual
+way, but if dissatisfied on account of ugliness, dress, or any other
+cause the consulter, by doing penance in the shape of a pilgrimage to
+a certain place in the exact centre of the world and paying a small
+sum, can obtain a DIVORCE.
+<p>
+The place to which the pilgrimage is to be made is Cole's Book
+Arcade, Bourke Street, Melbourne, Australia, where they must buy a
+book of some kind, and that act DIVORCES them at once.
+<p>
+Bashful persons need not mention their pilgrimage to the Book Arcade,
+when they purchase the book, unless they choose.
+<p>
+Anyone having obtained a DIVORCE will be allowed to choose out of 9
+other portraits. If the number of the portrait that fell to their lot
+was 8, they can choose any other number ending with 8, as 18, 28, 38,
+48, 58, 68, 78, 88 and 98, of if their first number was 65 they can
+choose from 5, 15, 25, 35, 45, 55, 75, 85, 95 and so on; whatever
+their number was, they may choose from the corresponding figures
+throughout the table.
+<p>
+If, after making a choice out of the 9 portraits, anyone is still
+dissatisfied, by making 10 pilgrimages to the Book Arcade, or by
+buying and giving away 10 copies of this Funny Picture Book, they
+can claim the indulgence of a GRAND DIVORCE and choose which they
+like out of the whole 104 portraits.
+<p>
+Given under our Royal hand and Seal at the Palace of the Book Arcade,
+this 21st day of November, 1890.&mdash;COLE, REX.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="124"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#123">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#125">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 124&mdash;Riddles And Catches</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Riddles And Catches</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why are cowardly soldiers like butter?<br>
+Because they run when exposed to fire.<br>
+<p>
+Why is hot bread like a caterpillar?<br>
+Because it's the grub that makes the butter fly.<br>
+<p>
+Why are ripe potatoes in the ground like
+thieves?<br>
+Because they ought to be taken up.<br>
+<p>
+Why is an acquitted prisoner like a gun?<br>
+Because he is taken up, charged, and then let off.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a beggar like a barrister?<br>
+Because he pleads for his daily bread.<br>
+<p>
+Why are lawyers like scissors?<br>
+Because they never cut each other, but only what is
+placed between them.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a newspaper like an army?<br>
+Because it has leaders, columns, and reviews.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a prosy story-teller like a railway
+tunnel?<br>
+Because he is a great bore.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a dun like a woodcock?<br>
+Because he bores with his bill.<br>
+<p>
+Why is grass like a mouse?<br>
+Because the cat'll (cattle) eat it.<br>
+<p>
+Why is the sun like a good loaf?<br>
+Because it's light when it rises.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a plum-cake like the ocean?<br>
+Because it contains many curra(e)nts.<br>
+<p>
+Why are tears like potatoes?<br>
+Because they spring from the eyes.<br>
+<p>
+Why is Queen Victoria like a hat?<br>
+Because they both have crowns.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between a steep hill
+and a large pill?<br>
+One is hard to get up, the other is hard to get down.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between a pastry-cook
+and a billsticker?<br>
+One puffs up paste, the other pastes up puffs.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between an auction and
+seasickness?<br>
+One is the sale of effects and the other is the effects
+of a sail.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a photographic album like a drainer on
+a bar counter?<br>
+Because it is often a receptacle for empty mugs.<br>
+<p>
+Why is an interesting book like a toper's
+nose?<br>
+Because it is read (red) to the end.<br>
+<p>
+What relation is your uncle's brother to you,
+if he is not your uncle?<br>
+Your father.<br>
+<p>
+What is the best throw of the dice?<br>
+To throw them away.<br>
+<p>
+What tree clothes half the world?&mdash;Cotton.<br>
+What tree gives milk? The cow tree.<br>
+What tree is a city in Ireland?&mdash;Cork.<br>
+What plant is a letter of the alphabet?&mdash;The Tea
+(T).<br>
+What kind of bat flies without wings?&mdash;A
+brickbat.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a dog biting his own tail like a good
+manager?<br>
+Because he makes both ends meet.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a dog's tail like the pith of a
+tree?<br>
+Because it's the farthest from the bark.<br>
+<p>
+Why does a dog's tail resemble happiness?<br>
+Because, run after it as he will, he cannot catch it.<br>
+<p>
+If the Devil lost his tail, where should he
+go to find a new one?<br>
+To a gin palace, for bad spirits are retailed there.<br>
+<p>
+What key is hardest to turn?&mdash;A donkey.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a whirlpool like a donkey?<br>
+Because it is an eddy.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Man on Donkey&mdash;Dangling Carrots from his Long Nose."
+src="images/page124a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+What is it that smells most when you go into
+a chemist's shop?<br>
+Your nose.<br>
+<p>
+Why does a donkey prefer thistles to corn?<br>
+Because he's an ass.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a lollypop like a horse?<br>
+Because the more you lick it, the faster it goes.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a well-trained horse like a benevolent
+man?<br>
+Because it stops at the sound of woe.<br>
+<p>
+I went to a wood and got it, I sat down to
+look for it, and brought it home because I could not find
+it&mdash;<br>
+A thorn in my foot.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a naughty boy like a postage stamp?<br>
+Because he is licked and put in the corner to make him
+stick to his letters.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between twice
+twenty-eight and twice eight and twenty.<br>
+Twenty; because twice twenty eight is fifty-six, and
+twice eight and twenty is thirty-six.<br>
+<p>
+What grows less tired the more it works?<br>
+A carriage wheel.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which increases the more you
+take from it?<br>
+A hole.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a tight boot like an oak-tree?<br>
+Because it produces a-corn.<br>
+<p>
+Who killed one-fourth of the people in the
+world?<br>
+Cain, when he killed Abel, there being then only four
+people in it.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a retired milkman like the whale that
+swallowed Jonah?<br>
+Because he took the profit out of the water.<br>
+<p>
+Where was Moses when the candle went out?<br>
+In the dark.<br>
+<p>
+Why is your ear like a band of music?<br>
+Because it has a drum in it.<br>
+<p>
+Why are book-keepers like chickens?<br>
+Because they have to scratch for a living.<br>
+<p>
+Why is coffee like an axe with a dull
+edge?<br>
+Because it must be ground before it is used.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a red herring like a mackintosh?<br>
+Because it keeps one dry all day.<br>
+<p>
+Where are balls and routs supplied gratis?<br>
+On the field of battle.<br>
+<p>
+Why is an omnibus like a medical student?<br>
+Because it is crammed and allowed to pass.<br>
+<p>
+When has a person got as many heads as there
+are days in the year?<br>
+On the 31st of December.<br>
+<p>
+What word is shorter for having a syllable
+added to it?<br>
+Short.<br>
+<p>
+If I shoot at three birds on a tree, and kill
+one, how many will remain?<br>
+None; they will all fly away.<br>
+<p>
+What should you keep after you have given it
+to another?<br>
+Your word.<br>
+<p>
+Which would travel fastest&mdash;a man with
+one sack of flour on his back, or a man with two sacks?<br>
+The man with two sacks, as they would be lighter than one
+sack of flour.<br>
+<p>
+Did you ever see a bun dance on a table?<br>
+I often see abundance on the table.<br>
+<p>
+What does your ship weigh before she sets
+sail?<br>
+She weighs anchor.<br>
+<p>
+What is an old woman like who is in the midst
+of a river?<br>
+Like to be drowned.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between a
+school-master and an engine driver?<br>
+One trains the mind, and the other minds the train.<br>
+<p>
+Who was the first man who went round the
+world?<br>
+The man in the moon.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>Important Notice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Wanted known to all of the name of Crooks, that Cole's
+Book Arcade contains 80,000 sorts of books.<br>
+Wanted known to all not of the name of Crooks, that
+Cole's Book Arcade contains 80,000 sorts of books.<br>
+Wanted known to all of the name of Blair that they can
+get almost any book they want there.<br>
+Wanted known to all not of the name of Blair that they
+can get almost any book they want there.<br>
+Wanted known to all of the name of Fitzgerald, Cole's was
+the first Book Arcade opened in the World.<br>
+Wanted known to all not of the name of Fitzgerald, Cole's
+is still the only Book Arcade in the World.<br>
+Wanted all intelligent persons of the name of Hall, to
+give Cole's Unique Book Arcade an early call.<br>
+Wanted all intelligent persons not of the name of Hall,
+to give Cole's Unique Book Arcade a very early call.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="125"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#124">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#126">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 125&mdash;Riddles And Catches</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>
+Riddles About Babies And Ladies
+</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Why is a new-born baby like a gale of
+wind?<br>
+Because it begins with a squall.<br>
+<p>
+When is a baby not a baby?<br>
+When it is a little duck.<br>
+<p>
+Why is an infant like a diamond?<br>
+Because it is a dear little thing.<br>
+<p>
+When is a soldier like a baby?<br>
+When he is in arms.<br>
+<p>
+When is butter like Irish children?<br>
+When it is made into little Pats.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a church-clock like a little boy often
+receiving a beating?<br>
+Because it's hands move over it's face.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a boy like a potato?<br>
+Because they both wear jackets.<br>
+<p>
+Why is the earth like a school
+black-board?<br>
+Because the children of men multiply upon the face of
+it.<br>
+<p>
+Why does a ladies' school, out for a walk,
+resemble the notes of a flute?<br>
+Because it goes two, two, two, two (toot-oot-oot-oot).<br>
+<p>
+What tree is a lady's name?&mdash;Olive.<br>
+<p>
+When do young ladies eat a musical
+instrument?<br>
+When they have a Piano-for-tea.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a four-quart jug like a lady's
+side-saddle?<br>
+Because it holds a gall-on.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a vain young lady like a confirmed
+drunkard?<br>
+Because neither of them is satisfied with a moderate use
+of the glass.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a flirt like a hollow India-rubber
+ball?<br>
+Because she is very empty and has a deal of bounce.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between a soldier and
+a fashionable young lady?<br>
+One faces the powder and the other powders the face.<br>
+<p>
+Why does an engine resemble a young lady?<br>
+Because it has a train behind, and puffs in the air
+(hair).<br>
+<p>
+If a bear were to go into a linen-draper's
+shop, what would he want?<br>
+He would want muzzlin'.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between a bantam cock,
+and a dirty housemaid?<br>
+One is a domestic foul and the other a foul domestic.<br>
+<p>
+What were the first words Adam said to
+Eve?<br>
+Nobody knows.<br>
+<p>
+How is it proved that woman was created
+before man?<br>
+Because Eve was the first maid (made).<br>
+<p>
+What Christian name is spelt the same way
+backwards and forwards?<br>
+Hannah.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between a person late
+for the train and a school-mistress?<br>
+One misses the train and the other trains the misses.<br>
+<p>
+What Miss is always making blunders?<br>
+Mistake.<br>
+<p>
+What Miss plays more tricks than a
+schoolboy?<br>
+Mischief.<br>
+<p>
+What miss occasions a great many quarrels?<br>
+Mismanagement.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which ladies look for, and never
+wish to find?<br>
+A hole in their stocking.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which a man nearly always wears
+in his sleep, frequently takes off and never puts on
+again?<br>
+His beard.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Man with Huge Beard infested with Birds."
+src="images/page125a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center>This nice looking man with a beard,<br>
+Remarked, "It's just as I feared;<br>
+Four larks and a hen, two owls and a wren,<br>
+Have all built their nests in my beard."<br></center>
+<p>
+What is that which has neither flesh nor
+bone, and yet has four fingers and a thumb?<br>
+A glove.<br>
+<p>
+Why are ladies' dresses about the waist like
+a meeting?<br>
+Because there is a gathering there, and sometimes a good
+deal of bustle.<br>
+<p>
+How does a well-fitting bonnet lose its
+identity?<br>
+Because it "becomes" the lady who wears it.<br>
+<p>
+What is the sweetest thing in bonnets this
+season?<br>
+The ladies' faces.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a kiss like a rumour?<br>
+Because it goes from mouth to mouth.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between an accepted
+and rejected lover?<br>
+The one kisses his misses, and the other misses his
+kisses.<br>
+<p>
+Why are pretty girls like fire-works?<br>
+Because they soon go off.<br>
+<p>
+Why are good resolutions like fainting
+ladies?<br>
+Because they want carrying out.<br>
+<p>
+Why are lovers like apples?<br>
+Because they are often paired (pared).<br>
+<p>
+Why is first love like a potato?<br>
+Because it shoots from the eyes and becomes all the less
+by pairing (paring).<br>
+<p>
+Which age do most girls wish to attain?<br>
+Marri-age.<br>
+<p>
+What kind of men do women like best?<br>
+Husband-men.<br>
+<p>
+What ties two people together, yet touches
+one?<br>
+A wedding ring.<br>
+<p>
+Why should a man never marry a woman named
+Ellen?<br>
+Because by doing so he rings his own Nell (knell).<br>
+<p>
+Why is the bridegroom more expensive than the
+bride?<br>
+Because the bride is given away, while the bridegroom is
+usually sold.<br>
+<p>
+Why are ladies like bells?<br>
+Because you seldom know what metal they are made of till
+you ring them.<br>
+<p>
+What money lasts longest when you get it?<br>
+Matrimony.<br>
+<p>
+Why is matrimony like a besieged city?<br>
+Because those who are in it wish to be out, and those who
+are out wish to be in.<br>
+<p>
+Why are some women like facts?<br>
+Because they are stubborn things.<br>
+<p>
+Why are rough seats like domineering
+wives?<br>
+Because they wear the breeches.<br>
+<p>
+Why are husband and wife ten, instead of
+one?<br>
+Because the wife is number one and the husband goes for
+nought.<br>
+<p>
+Why was the Archbishop of Canterbury like the
+late Prince Consort?<br>
+Because he married the Queen.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a nugget of gold found at Bendigo like
+the Prince of Wales?<br>
+Because it is the produce of Victoria and like to become
+a sovereign.<br>
+<p>
+Why are ladies great thieves?<br>
+Because they steel their petticoats, bone their stays,
+and crib their babies.<br>
+<p>
+In what month do ladies talk the least?<br>
+In February; because it's the shortest.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between ladies and
+clocks?<br>
+One makes us remember time, and the other makes us forget
+it.<br>
+<p>
+Why is an empty room like another full of
+married people?<br>
+Because there is not a single person in it.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Popular Errors</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The commonly received notion that a man may marry his first cousin,
+but must not marry his second is not true; but it is quite true that
+Cole's Book Arcade is in Bourke Street, Melbourne, about half-way
+between Swanston and Elizabeth Sts.<p>
+The rumour that a Yankee Gentleman had invented a machine to take the
+noise out of thunder has turned out not to be true; but it is quite
+true that Cole's Book Arcade is open from nine in the morning to ten
+at night, every working day in the year.<p>
+The fact that Cole's Book Arcade contains 80,000 sorts of books is
+not the cause of the sea being salt&mdash;of coca-nuts containing
+milk&mdash;
+of the growth of big gooseberries, nor of the multitude of great big
+fibs told annually about a sea-serpent.<p>
+It is not true that cats will suck the breath of children when they
+are asleep, but it is quite true that Cole's Book Arcade contains one
+interesting cat and 80,000 sorts of interesting books.<p>
+N.B.&mdash;The
+likeness of Cole's Cat can be seen on page 153.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="126"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#125">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#127">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 126&mdash;Riddles And Catches</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Riddles And Catches</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Which is the greatest peer that England ever
+produced?<br>
+Shakespeare.<br>
+<p>
+What is the grandest verse in existence?<br>
+The universe.<br>
+<p>
+What is the greatest stand ever made for
+civilisation?<br>
+The inkstand.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which, although black itself,
+enlightens the world?<br>
+Ink.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which is full of knowledge, and
+yet knows nothing?<br>
+A book-case.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which you and every living man
+have seen, but can
+never see again?<br>
+Yesterday.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which no man ever did see, which
+never was, but
+always is to be?<br>
+To-morrow.<br>
+<p>
+What thing is that that is lower with a head
+than without one?<br>
+A pillow.<br>
+<p>
+What volume is sure to bring tears to your
+eyes?<br>
+A volume of smoke.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which has form without
+substance, and size without
+weight?<br>
+A shadow.<br>
+<p>
+Name me and you break me.<br>
+Silence.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which renders life inert, and
+yet restores it?<br>
+Sleep.<br>
+<p>
+Formed long ago, yet made today,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Employed while others sleep,<br>
+What few would like to give away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor any wish to keep.<br>
+A bed.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which flies high, flies low,
+wears shoes, and has no feet?<br>
+Dust.<br>
+<p>
+What is that of which the common sort is
+best?<br>
+Sense.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which we often return yet never
+borrow?<br>
+Thanks.<br>
+<p>
+Name that bird which, if you do not, you must
+die?<br>
+Swallow.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which you cannot hold for ten
+minutes although it is "as light as a feather?"<br>
+Your breath.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which never was seen, felt, nor
+heard, never was and never will be, and yet
+has a name?<br>
+Nothing.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which Adam never saw, never
+possessed, and yet gave
+two to each of his children?<br>
+Parents.<br>
+<p>
+What is that we wish for, and when we have
+obtained we never know
+we have it?<br>
+Sleep.<br>
+<p>
+When is it that a person ought not to keep
+his temper?<br>
+When it is a bad one.<br>
+<p>
+What is yours, and is used by others more
+than yourself?<br>
+Your name.<br>
+<p>
+Can a man's pocket be empty when he's got
+something in it?<br>
+Yes: when he's got a big hole in it.<br>
+<p>
+What is better than presence of mind in a
+railway accident?<br>
+Absence of body.<br>
+<p>
+Melbourne, Hotham, Collingwood, Prahran,
+Richmond, Emerald Hill,
+and Cole's Book Arcade, all begins with an A.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a penny like a black cat at Cole's
+Book Arcade?<br>
+Because it has a head and a tail.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Book Arcade and Crocodile failing to Jump Over Moon."
+src="images/page126a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center>Why is Cole's Book Arcade like a
+Crocodile?<br>
+Because it can't jump over the moon.<br></center>
+<p>
+Why is Cole's Book Arcade like a learned
+man?<br>
+Because it is well stocked with literature.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which goes every morning at
+eight o'clock from the
+Post Office to Cole's Book Arcade, and every
+evening at six
+o'clock from the Parliament House to Cole's
+Book Arcade, without
+moving?<br>
+Bourke Street.<br>
+<p>
+How many sides are there to Cole's Book
+Arcade?<br>
+Four. 1st, the right side; 2nd, the left side; 3rd, the
+outside;
+and 4th, the inside, where the 80,000 sorts of books
+are.<br>
+<p>
+What are the oldest tops in the world?<br>
+Mountain tops.<br>
+<p>
+Which is the oldest table in the world?<br>
+The multiplication table.<br>
+<p>
+What kind of ship has two mates and no
+captain?<br>
+A courtship.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which is lengthened by being cut
+at both ends?<br>
+A ditch.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which one can divide, but cannot
+see where it has
+been divided?<br>
+Water.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which gives a cold, cures a
+cold, and pays the
+doctor?<br>
+A draft.<br>
+<p>
+What is the worst kind of fare for a man to
+live on?<br>
+Warfare.<br>
+<p>
+What vice is it that the greatest criminals
+shun?<br>
+Ad-vice.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which is often found where it is
+not?<br>
+Fault.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which we often catch hold of,
+and yet never see?<br>
+A passing remark.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which is often brought to the
+table, often cut, but
+never eaten?<br>
+A pack of cards.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which is full of holes and yet
+holds water?<br>
+A sponge.<br>
+<p>
+What window in your house is like the sun?<br>
+The skylight.<br>
+<p>
+What word is it of five letters, of which two
+being removed one only one will remain?<br>
+St-one.<br>
+<p>
+What is that from which if the whole be taken
+some will remain?<br>
+The word "wholesome".<br>
+<p>
+What word contains all the vowels in their
+proper order?<br>
+Facetious.<br>
+<p>
+How would you express in one word having met
+a doctor of
+medicine?<br>
+Metaphysician.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a nobleman like a book?<br>
+Because he has a title.<br>
+<p>
+Why is the alphabet like the mail?<br>
+Because it consists of letters.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a book like a tree?<br>
+Because it has many leaves.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mechanical Advertisement</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The idea of a machine to go by perpetual motion is perpetual
+nonsense. Multitudes of boys and men have wasted much valuable time
+in trying to find it, but they never can, as it is contrary to
+natural laws, and therefore impossible; but one certainty of the
+future is, that a million useful flying machines will flit hither and
+thither; and one certainty of the present is, that while Cole's Book
+Arcade contains 80,000 sorts of books, not a single person has yet
+been able to come to it for a supply in a flying
+machine.&mdash;Laggard
+inventors, think of this!<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;N.B.&mdash;Cole once invented a flying
+machine, but it wouldn't work!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="127"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#126">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#128">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 127&mdash;Riddles And Catches</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Riddles And Catches</b></center><br>
+<p>
+If a man has twenty sick (six) sheep and one
+of them dies, how many will remain?<br>
+Nineteen.<br>
+<p>
+Can a leopard change his spots?<br>
+Yes: when he is tired of one spot he can go to
+another.<br>
+<p>
+Why does a piebald pony never pay a toll?<br>
+Because his master pays it for him.<br>
+<p>
+Where are you sure to find pity in the worst
+of misfortunes?<br>
+In the dictionary.<br>
+<p>
+Where did the witch of Endor live?<br>
+At Endor.<br>
+<p>
+What is most like a cat's tail?<br>
+A kitten's tail.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which no other animal but a cat
+possesses?<br>
+Kittens.<br>
+<p>
+What is the colour of a green-plot covered
+with snow?<br>
+Green.<br>
+<p>
+When is a man not a man?<br>
+When he is a muff.<br>
+<p>
+If a stone were thrown at you and fell into
+the water, what would
+it become?<br>
+Wet.<br>
+<p>
+What is the oldest tree in Australia?<br>
+The Elder.<br>
+<p>
+What trees bear the most fruit for the
+Market?<br>
+The axle-trees.<br>
+<p>
+Why is a clock not wound up, like a
+mile-stone?<br>
+Because it stands still.<br>
+<p>
+What is the easiest thing for a nigger to
+do?<br>
+Keep dark.<br>
+<p>
+How can you make a currant cake without
+currants?<br>
+Put only one currant into it.<br>
+<p>
+Which letters are never out of fashion?<br>
+F A S H I O N.<br>
+<p>
+Why is your nose like St. Paul's?<br>
+Because it is flesh and blood.<br>
+<p>
+Why do white sheep furnish more wool than the
+black ones?<br>
+Because there are more of them.<br>
+<p>
+What makes a pair of boots?<br>
+Two.<br>
+<p>
+What did Adam first plant in his garden?<br>
+His foot.<br>
+<p>
+How can a boy make his jacket last?<br>
+By making his coat and waistcoat first.<br>
+<p>
+She was plump and beautiful, and he was
+wildly fond of her; she
+hated him, yet woman-like, she strove to
+catch him. What was he?<br>
+He was a flea.<br>
+<p>
+What is the difference between six dozen
+dozen and half a dozen dozen?<br>
+One is six gross and the other is six dozen.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which a man can put into his
+right hand but never into his left?<br>
+His left elbow.<br>
+<p>
+What is that which a man with two eyes cannot
+see with one?<br>
+T'other eye.<br>
+<p>
+Spell and pronounce the word Pot, without
+saying Teapot?<br>
+<p>
+Cautiously start a conversation about coins,
+and the ask, "Did
+you ever see any of those coins two of which
+make eighteen pence?"<br>
+Of course they will say "no"; then show them a shilling
+and a sixpence, and you "have" them.<br>
+<p>
+Would you rather an elephant killed you or a
+gorilla?<br>
+Rather the elephant killed the gorilla.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, When Shall We Three Meet Again."
+src="images/page127a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>When Shall We Three Meet Again?</b><br></center>
+One donkey has met another donkey and now there are two donkeys, as
+you see and you have to guess where the third donkey is: if you
+cannot guess it, some kind friend will tell you.
+<p>
+There was a donkey on one side of a river and some hay on the
+other side. The donkey wanted the hay, but he couldn't swim over
+the river, jump over it, nor cross the bridge. How could he
+manage it? Do you give up? Yes.<br>
+Answer&mdash;That is what the other donkey did.<br>
+<p>
+<b>Repeat This With A Friend</b>
+<br>
+1. I went up one pair of stairs; 2. Just like me.<br>
+1. I went up two pair of stairs; 2. Just like me.<br>
+1. I went into a room; 2. Just like me.<br>
+1. I looked out of a window; 2. Just like me.<br>
+1. And there I saw a donkey; 2. Just like me.<br>
+<p>
+"Around the rugged rocks the ragged rascals ran a truly rural race."
+Repeat this five times quickly without a mistake and see what it will
+come to?
+<p>
+A room with eight corners had a cat in each corner seven cats
+before each cat and a cat on every cat's tail. What was the total
+number of cats?<br>
+Eight cats.<br>
+<p>
+Speaking of persons who have educated themselves, I once knew a
+person who educated himself, and guess how the fellow spelt
+"Cat." You could not guess in a year?<br>
+Answer.&mdash;"Kat," No. "Catt," No. "Katt," No. Give it
+up? Yes. "Cat."<br>
+<p>
+Why is a cow's tail like a swan's bosom?<br>
+Because it grows down.<br>
+<p>
+When is a horse's head where it's tail should be?<br>
+When his tail is towards the manger.<br>
+<p>
+What should a clergyman preach about?<br>
+About half-an-hour.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Although I've neither legs not feet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm only useful when I go;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I have no tongue, but yet I tell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What hundreds want to know.<br>
+A watch.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My sides are firmly laced about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet nothing have within;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'll find my head is straight indeed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis nothing else but skin.<br>
+A drum.<br>
+<p>
+<b>Repeat This With A Friend</b><br>
+1. I am a gold lock; 2. I am a gold key.<br>
+1. I am a silver lock; 2. I am a silver key.<br>
+1. I am a brass lock; 2. I am a brass key.<br>
+1. I am a lead lock; 2. I am a lead key.<br>
+1. I am a monk lock; 2. I am a monk key.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Mind Your Punctuation</b><br>
+<p>
+King Charles 1. spoke half-an-hour after his head was cut off.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Every lady in this land<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Has twenty nails upon each hand<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Five and twenty hands and feet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All this is true without deceit.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw a peacock with fiery tail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+I saw a blazing comet drop down hail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+I saw an oak creep upon the ground<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw a monkey swallow up a whale<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw the sea brimful of ale<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw an ale glass full fifteen feet deep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+I saw a well full of men's tears that weep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>The Husband's Petition</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come hither my heart's darling, come sit upon my knee<br>
+And listen while I whisper a boon I ask of thee.<br>
+I felt a bitter craving&mdash;a dark and deep desire<br>
+That glows beneath my bosom like coals of
+kindled fire.<br>
+Nay, dearest, do not doubt me, though madly this I
+speak&mdash;<br>
+I feel thine arms about me, thy tresses on my
+cheek;<br>
+I know the sweet devotion that links thy heart with
+mine&mdash;<br>
+I know my soul's emotion is doubly felt by
+thine.<br>
+<p>
+And deem not that a shadow has fallen across my love;<br>
+No, sweet, my love is shadowless as yonder
+heaven above.<br>
+Oh, then, do not deny me my first and fond request,<br>
+I pray thee, by the memory of all we cherish
+best&mdash;<br>
+By that great vow that made thee my darling and my
+bride;<br>
+Thou wilt not fail nor falter, but bend thee
+to the task.<br>
+<i>Put buttons on my shirt love&mdash;that's all the boon
+I ask!</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Literary  Advertisement</b></center><br>
+<p>
+To the inhabitants of the World! Will be published shortly by E. W.
+COLE, if he can see his way clear, a volume containing all that has
+ever been written, said, or thought by mankind. Price 1s.
+Also, a second volume, containing all that has NOT been written,
+said, or thought by mankind. Price 1s.
+<p>
+If the work can be successfully be brought out it will be a VERY,
+VERY, instructive one, and place E. W. COLE at the head of the
+literary world.
+To secure a copy of this valuable work Orders should be sent without
+delay, to COLE'S Book Arcade, Melbourne; or, to the Branch
+Establishments, at Sydney or Adelaide.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="128"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#127">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#129">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 128&mdash;Ten Picture Puzzles</h3>
+<br>
+<b>Ten Picture Puzzles</b><br>
+<p>
+He or She is Clever Who Discovers Nine of them,<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Jew's Brother?"
+src="images/page128a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Rabbit?" src="images/page128b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Showman's Wife?"
+src="images/page128c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Persian?" src="images/page128d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is Brother Jonathan's Wife?"
+src="images/page128e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="129"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#128">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#130">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 129&mdash;Ten Picture Puzzles</h3>
+<br>
+<b>Ten Picture Puzzles</b><br>
+<p>
+and Exceedingly Clever Who Finds Out the Whole Ten<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Here is the Hunter, Where is the Game?"
+src="images/page129a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find out the Dog's Master."
+src="images/page129b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find out the Milkmaid."
+src="images/page129c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the King?" src="images/page129d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find out the Patient." src="images/page129e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="130"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#129">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#131">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 130&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where are the Rats?" src="images/page130a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Dog?" src="images/page130b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="131"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#130">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#132">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 131&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Owl?" src="images/page131a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Lamb?" src="images/page131b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="132"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#131">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#133">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 132&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Poor Greek?"
+src="images/page132a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Cat?" src="images/page132b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="133"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#132">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#134">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 133&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Bear?" src="images/page133a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Wolf?" src="images/page133b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="134"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#133">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#135">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 134&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find her Landlord." src="images/page134a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find their Father." src="images/page134b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Other Five Children."
+src="images/page134c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Baker." src="images/page134d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Schoolmaster and Schoolmistress."
+src="images/page134e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="135"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#134">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#136">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 135&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Cowboys." src="images/page135a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Scout." src="images/page135b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find The Publican." src="images/page135c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Undertaker." src="images/page135d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Hatter." src="images/page135e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="136"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#135">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#137">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 136&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Tailor." src="images/page136a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Hosier." src="images/page136b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Shoemaker." src="images/page136c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+B one day drove a flock of geese,<br>
+And met with Farmer A:<br>
+Says Farmer A, "How much a piece<br>
+For this flock did you pay?"<br>
+Says B, "I paid for all I drive<br>
+Just six pounds and a crown;<br>
+And I'm going to sell them, all but five,<br>
+At yonder market town;<br>
+When fifteen pence a head I'll charge<br>
+Above what they cost me,<br>
+And thus obtain a sum as large<br>
+As I gave for all you see."<br>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+How many geese did B buy? How much did he give for each? and What
+price did he ask?
+<p>He bought 25 geese at 5s each, and meant to ask 6s 3d each.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Oft sought in the country, much prized in the town?<br>
+Like a king, above all, I can boast of a crown;<br>
+If not found in the palace, I grace the chateau;<br>
+Both the peer and the peasant my usefulness know.<br>
+When I've not seen six months I am said to be old;<br>
+Though exalted by nobles, I'm bought and I'm sold.<br>
+Though ne'er in a sermon, I take part in all chat;<br>
+Yet I'm ne'er found in this, but I'm always in that.<br>
+I'm seen in most colours, am brown, black, or white,<br>
+But am rarely found red and, when good, I am light;<br>
+In demand with both sexes, selected with care,<br>
+I'm prized by most men and add grace to the fair.<br>
+Of no use to my owner when kept in his sight,<br>
+I attend him by day, and oft serve him by night;<br>
+As his slave I am passive; yet, strange it may sound,<br>
+To keep me in order, I'm frequently bound.<br>
+My fetters are silken; I'm useless at home,<br>
+Though a constant companion whenever you roam;<br>
+And, though no enchantment within me doth dwell,<br>
+Pray tell me my name&mdash;for in that lies a spell!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Hat.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+'Twas born in anguish, 'twas cradled by care,<br>
+And has lived ever since in the depths of despair.<br>
+It dwells in the valley, it glides on the wave,<br>
+It is laid with our ashes when cold in the grave.<br>
+In darkness it brightens, in sunshine it dies,<br>
+As far from the smile of enjoyment it flies.<br>
+In the rainbow it sits, in the stars it has birth,<br>
+And with angels descending it visits the earth.<br>
+With Adam it dwelt, and so to Paradise came,<br>
+But eve knew it not, though it shared in her shame.<br>
+It mingles in battle, yet still it loves peace.<br>
+It joins in the banquet, the dance, and the chase<br>
+From the dream of our childhood it ne'er can depart<br>
+And it lies, like a gem, in the core of the heart.<br>
+The traveller bears it o'er desert along;<br>
+The nightingale loves it, though strange to her song.<br>
+On the point of an arrow it cleaves through the air<br>
+Yet the pinions of birds cannot follow it there.<br>
+The bosom disowns it, yet bright through our tears,<br>
+When shed in affection, it ever appears.<br>
+The cataract fearfully hurries it on,<br>
+But, search it through billows and tempest&mdash;'tis
+gone.<br>
+From the joys of our mortal existence 'tis driven;<br>
+Yet finds an unchanging asylum in heaven.<br>
+With the harp of the minstrel it ever shall dwell<br>
+And it comes to my lips as I utter "Farewell".<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Letter A.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+Though grief gives me birth, I'm a stranger to
+care.<br>
+I scorn the dull earth, and float in the air.<br>
+No lover claims me, though I revel in bliss.<br>
+I taste of each lip, and melt in each kiss.<br>
+I'm an egotist's pride, though in silence I reign;<br>
+And, through free from sorrow, I'm always in pain.<br>
+Though in laughter ne'er seen, in mirth I delight;<br>
+In blindness I grope, though perfect in sight.<br>
+In foolishness, Wisdom, and wit I've a place;<br>
+Though dwelling in virtue I live in disgrace.<br>
+Though frost knows me not, with winter I blend;<br>
+And always to ice I'm a capital friend.<br>
+I'm never in heat, though I live in the fire.<br>
+Though never in want, I'm in every desire.<br>
+I am I&mdash;, but the end of my paper I spy;<br>
+So I'll wind up my stave and wish you good-by.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Letter I.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="137"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#136">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#138">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 137&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Settler." src="images/page137a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find Captain Webb." src="images/page137b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Giant?" src="images/page137c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Cat." src="images/page137d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Giant's Father?"
+src="images/page137e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="138"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#137">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#139">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 138&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Bird?" src="images/page138a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Hippopotamus?"
+src="images/page138b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Donkey?" src="images/page138c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is John Bright?" src="images/page138d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Highlandman Fishing?"
+src="images/page138e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where is the Cup?" src="images/page138f.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="139"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#138">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#140">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 139&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<br>
+<img alt="Australian Picture Puzzle." src="images/page139a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="140"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#139">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#141">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 140&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Princess." src="images/page140a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Umpire." src="images/page140b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="141"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#140">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#142">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 141&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Miller." src="images/page141a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find his Lady-love." src="images/page141b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="142"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#141">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#143">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 142&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where's The Pig?" src="images/page142a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Where's The Fox?" src="images/page142b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="143"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#142">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#144">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 143&mdash;Picture Puzzle Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find the Drummer." src="images/page143a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puzzle, Find Out the Horse, Camel, Elephant,
+Giraffe,Kangaroo and Monkey." src="images/page143b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="144"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#143">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#145">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 144&mdash;Shadows On The Wall</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Shadow Puppets." src="images/page144a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+This game is a kind of Magic Lantern Exhibition. It is very
+Interesting, always pleases the children, and is very easily learnt,
+and for amusing poor, sick children it is invaluable.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="145"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#144">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#146">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 145&mdash;The Deaf And Dumb Alphabet</h3>
+<br>
+<img alt="Deaf and Dumb Alphabet, Two Handed."
+src="images/page145a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The Alphabet of HAND-SIGNS is a great blessing to deaf and dumb
+persons, enabling them to converse almost as efficiently as others
+can by the organs of speech. It is also extensively used throughout
+the world as a useful accomplishment by those who are not deaf and
+dumb, and besides it has this recommendation:&mdash;It is the most
+easily
+learnt language in the world.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<img alt="Deaf and Dumb Alphabet, One Handed."
+src="images/page145b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="146"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#145">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#147">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 146&mdash;Language Of Flowers</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Language Of Flowers</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The language of flowers in pre-eminently the language of refined and
+modest Courtship; millions have conveyed a message by presenting a
+flower which they dare not have uttered in their mother tongue.
+<p>
+In some countries this "LANGUAGE OF LOVE" is extremely common in the
+words of the poet:
+<p>
+<center>"In Eastern lands, amid fragrant bowers,<br>
+They tell the tale of Affection in
+Flowers."<br></center>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Abatina, Fickleness<br>
+Abecedary, Volubility<br>
+Acacia, Friendship<br>
+Acacia, Rose, Elegance<br>
+Acacia, Yellow, Secret Love<br>
+Acanthus, The Fine Arts<br>
+Acalia, Temperance<br>
+Achillea Millefolia, War<br>
+Achimenes, Such worth is rare<br>
+Aconite, Misanthropy<br>
+Adonis, Flos, Sad memories<br>
+Agnus Castos, Coldness<br>
+Agrimony, Thankfulness<br>
+Almond (common), Indiscreet<br>
+Almond (flowering), Hope<br>
+Almond, Laurel, Perfidy<br>
+Allspice, Compassion<br>
+Aloe, Affliction<br>
+Amaranth (Globe), Immortal<br>
+Amaranth (Cockscomb), Foppery<br>
+Amaryllis, Splendid Beauty<br>
+Ambrosia, Love returned<br>
+American Elm, Patriotism<br>
+American Linden, Matrimony<br>
+Amethyst, Admiration<br>
+Andromeda, Self-sacrifice<br>
+Anemone (Garden) Forsaken<br>
+Angelica, Inspiration<br>
+Angrec, Royalty<br>
+Apricot Blossom, Doubt<br>
+Apple, Temptation<br>
+Apple Blossom, Preference<br>
+Apple, Thorn, Deceitful Character<br>
+Arbor Vitae, Live for me<br>
+Arum (Wake Robin), Zeal<br>
+Ash, Mountain, Prudence<br>
+Ash Tree, Grandeur<br>
+Aspen Tree, Lamentation<br>
+Asphodel, My Regrets Follow<br>
+Auricula, Painting<br>
+Auricula (Scarlet) Avarice<br>
+Austurtium, Splendour<br>
+Azalea, Temperance<br>
+Bachelor's Buttons, Celibacy<br>
+Balm, Sympathy<br>
+Balm (Gentle), Pleasantry<br>
+Balm of Gilead, Cure<br>
+Balsam, Yellow, Impatience<br>
+Barberry, Sharpness of temper<br>
+Basil, Hatred<br>
+Bay Berry, Instruction<br>
+Bay Leaf, I change but in death<br>
+Bay Tree, Glory<br>
+Bay Wreath, Reward of merit<br>
+Bearded Crepis, Protection<br>
+Beech Tree, Prosperity<br>
+Bee Orchis, Industry<br>
+Bee Ophrys, Error<br>
+Begonia, Deformity<br>
+Belladonna, Silence. Hush!<br>
+Bell Flower (White) Gratitude<br>
+Betony, Surprise<br>
+Bilberry, Treachery<br>
+Bindweed, Great Insinuation<br>
+Bindweed, Small, Humility<br>
+Birch, Meekness<br>
+Bittersweet, Truth<br>
+Blackthorn, Difficulty<br>
+Bladder Nut Tree, Amusement<br>
+Bluebell, Sorrowful Regret<br>
+Bonus Henricus, Goodness<br>
+Borage, Bluntness<br>
+Box Tree, Stoicism<br>
+Bramble, Lowliness<br>
+Broom, Neatness<br>
+Buckbean, Calm repose<br>
+Buglos, Falsehood<br>
+Bulrush, Indiscretion<br>
+Bundle of Reeds, Music<br>
+Burdock, Touch me not<br>
+Bur, You weary me<br>
+Buttercup, Childishness<br>
+Butterfly Orchis, Gaiety<br>
+Butterfly Weed, Let me go<br>
+Cabbage, Profit. Gain<br>
+Cacalia, Adulation<br>
+Cactus, Warmth<br>
+Calycanthus, Benevolence<br>
+Camellia, Red, Excellence<br>
+Camellia, White, Loveliness<br>
+Camomile, Energy in adversity<br>
+Carnation, Striped, Refusal<br>
+Carnation, Deep Red, Poor me<br>
+Cardamine, Paternal error<br>
+Candytuft, Indifference<br>
+Canary Grass, Perseverance<br>
+Campanula, Aspiring<br>
+Carnation, Yellow, Disdain<br>
+Cardinal Flower, Distinction<br>
+Catchfly, Selene, False love<br>
+Catchfly, Red, Youthful love<br>
+Catchfly, White, Betrayed<br>
+Cattleya, Mature charms<br>
+Cedar, Strength<br>
+Cedar of Lebanon, Incorruptible<br>
+Cedar Leaf, I live for thee<br>
+Celandine, Joys to come<br>
+Centaury, Bluebottle, Felicity<br>
+Champignon, Suspicion<br>
+Cherry Tree, Good education<br>
+Chestnut Tree, Do me justice<br>
+Chinese Primrose, Lasting love<br>
+Chickweed, Rendezvous<br>
+Chicory, Frugality<br>
+China Aster, Afterthought<br>
+China Aster, Double, I agree<br>
+China Aster, Single, I will think if it<br>
+Chrysanthemum, Red, I love<br>
+Chrysanthemum, White, Truth<br>
+Chrysanthemum, Yellow, Slighted Love<br>
+Cineraria, Always delightful<br>
+Cinquefoil, Maternal Affection<br>
+Circaea, Spell<br>
+Cictus, Popular favour<br>
+Citron, Ill-natured beauty<br>
+Clematis, Mental beauty<br>
+Clematis, Evergreen, Poverty<br>
+Clianthus, Worldliness<br>
+Clotbur, Rudeness<br>
+Clover, Four-leaved, Be mine<br>
+Clover, Red, Industry<br>
+Clover, White, Think of me<br>
+Cloves, Dignity<br>
+Cobaea, Gossip<br>
+Columbine, Folly<br>
+Columbine, Red, Fearful<br>
+Convolvulus, Bonds<br>
+Convolvulus, Blue, Repose<br>
+Convolvulus, Pink, Hopeless<br>
+Coreopsis, Always Cheerful<br>
+Coriander, Hidden worth<br>
+Corn, Riches<br>
+Corn Bottle, Delicacy<br>
+Corn Cockle, Gentility<br>
+Cornel Tree, Duration<br>
+Coronella, Success to you<br>
+Cosmelia, Charm of a blush<br>
+Cowslip, Winning grace<br>
+Crab (Blossom), Ill-nature<br>
+Cranberry, Cure headache<br>
+Cress, Stability<br>
+Crocus, Cheerfulness<br>
+Crocus, Saffron, Mirth<br>
+Crown Imperial, Power<br>
+Crowsbill, Envy<br>
+Crowfoot, Ingratitude<br>
+Cuckoo Plant, Ardour<br>
+Cudweed, Remembrance<br>
+Cuscuta, Meanness<br>
+Cyclamen, Diffidence<br>
+Cypress, Death<br>
+Daffodil, Yellow, Regard<br>
+Dahlia, Instability<br>
+Daisy, Innocence<br>
+Daisy, Michaelmas, Farewell<br>
+Daisy, Variegated, Beauty<br>
+Daisy, Wild, Will think of it<br>
+Dandelion, Love's oracle<br>
+Daphne, Glory<br>
+Dew Plant, A serenade<br>
+Dianthus, Make haste<br>
+Dipteracanthus, Fortitude<br>
+Diplademia, You are too bold<br>
+Dittany, Pink, Birth<br>
+Dittany, White, Passion<br>
+Dock, Patience<br>
+Dodder of Thyme, Baseness<br>
+Dogsbane, Falsehood<br>
+Dogwood, Durability<br>
+Dragon Plant, Snare<br>
+Dragonwort, Horror<br>
+Dried Flax, Usefulness<br>
+Ebony, Blackness<br>
+Echites, Be Warned in Time<br>
+Elder, Zeal<br>
+Elm, Dignity<br>
+Endive, Frugality<br>
+Escholzia, Do Not Refuse Me<br>
+Eupatorium, Delay<br>
+Evergreen Thorn, Solace<br>
+Fern, Flowering, Magic<br>
+Fern, Sincerity<br>
+Fever Root, Delay<br>
+Fig, Argument<br>
+Fig Marigold, Idleness<br>
+Fig Tree, Prolific<br>
+Filbert, Reconciliation<br>
+Fir, Time<br>
+Fir, Birch, Elevation<br>
+Flax, I Feel Your Kindness<br>
+Fleur-de-lis, I burn<br>
+Fleur-de-Luce, Fire<br>
+Fly Orchis, Error<br>
+Flytrap, Deceit<br>
+Fools Parsley, Silliness<br>
+Forget-me-not, Forget-me-not<br>
+Foxglove, Insincerity<br>
+Foxtail, Grass, Sporting<br>
+Frog Ophrys, Disgust<br>
+Fumitory, Spleen<br>
+Fuchsia, Scarlet, Taste<br>
+Furze, Love for all Seasons<br>
+Garden Chervil, Sincerity<br>
+Gardenia, Refinement<br>
+Geranium, Dark, Melancholy<br>
+Geranium, Horse-show Leaf, Stupidity<br>
+Geranium, Ivy, Bridal Favour<br>
+Geranium, Lemon, Unexpected Meeting<br>
+Geranium, Nutmeg, Expected Meeting<br>
+Geranium, Oak-leaved, True Friendship<br>
+Geranium, Variegated, Ingenuity<br>
+Geranium, Rose-scented, Preference<br>
+Geranium, Scarlet, Comforting, Kindness<br>
+Geranium, Silver-leaved, Recall<br>
+Geranium, Wild, Steadfast Piety<br>
+Gladioli, Ready Armed<br>
+Glory Flower, Glorious Beauty<br>
+Goat's Rue, Reason<br>
+Golden Rod, Encouragement<br>
+Goosefoot, Goodness<br>
+Gooseberry, Anticipation<br>
+Gourd, Extent, Bulk<br>
+Grape, Wild, Rural Felicity<br>
+Grass, Utility<br>
+Hand Flower Tree, Warning<br>
+Harebell, Submission<br>
+Hawkweed, Quicksightedness<br>
+Hawthorn, Hope<br>
+Hazel, Reconciliation<br>
+Heart's-ease, Thought<br>
+Heath, Solitude<br>
+Helenium, Tears<br>
+Heliotrope, I Turn to Thee<br>
+Hellebore, Scandal<br>
+Hemlock, You will be my death<br>
+Hemp, Fate<br>
+Henbane, Imperfection<br>
+Hepatica, Confidence<br>
+Hibiscus, Delicate Beauty<br>
+Holly, Foresight<br>
+Holy Herb, Enchantment<br>
+Hollyhock, Fecundity<br>
+Honesty, Honesty<br>
+Honey Flower, Love, Sweet<br>
+Honeysuckle, Affection<br>
+Hop, Injustice<br>
+Horehound, Fire<br>
+Hornbeam, Ornament<br>
+Horse, Chestnut, Luxury<br>
+Hortensia, You are Cold<br>
+Houseleek, Vivacity<br>
+Houstonia, Content<br>
+Humble Plant, Despondency<br>
+Hyacinth, Sport, Game, Play<br>
+Hyacinth, Purple, Adversity<br>
+Hyacinth, Blue, Constancy<br>
+Hydrangea, A Boaster<br>
+Hyssop, Cleanliness<br>
+Iceland Moss, Health<br>
+Ice Plant, You Freeze Me<br>
+Imbricata, Uprightness<br>
+Imperial Montague, Power<br>
+Indian Cress, Warlike Trophy<br>
+Indian Jasmine, Attachment<br>
+Iris, Common, Message<br>
+Iris, German, Flame<br>
+Ivy, Marriage<br>
+Jacob's Ladder, Come Down<br>
+Jasmine, White, Amiability<br>
+Jasmine, Cape, Too Happy<br>
+Jasmine, Carolina, Separation<br>
+Jasmine, Spanish, Sensuality<br>
+Jasmine, Yellow, Grace<br>
+Judas Tree, Betrayal<br>
+Juniper, Succour<br>
+Justicia, Perfection<br>
+Kennedia, Mental Beauty<br>
+Kingcups, Desire of Riches<br>
+Laburnum, Pensive Beauty<br>
+Lady's Slipper, Win Me<br>
+Lagerstroemia, Eloquence<br>
+Lantana, Rigour<br>
+Larch, Audacity<br>
+Larkspur, Lightness, Levity<br>
+Larkspur, Double, Happiness<br>
+Larkspur, Pink, Fickleness<br>
+Larkspur, Purple, Haughtiness<br>
+Laurel, Glory<br>
+Laurel, Common, Perfidy<br>
+Laurel, Ground, Perseverance<br>
+Laurel, Mountain, Ambition<br>
+Lavender, Distrust<br>
+Leaves, Dead, Sadness<br>
+Lemon, Zest<br>
+Lemon Blossom, Fidelity<br>
+Lettuce, Cold-heartedness<br>
+Lichen, Dejection<br>
+Lilac, Field, Humility<br>
+Lilac, White, Innocence<br>
+Lily, Day, Coquetry<br>
+Lily, Imperial, Majesty<br>
+Lily, White, Purity<br>
+Lily, Yellow, Falsehood<br>
+Linden, Conjugal Love<br>
+Lint, I feel my obligations<br>
+Liverwort, Confidence<br>
+Lobelia, Malevolence<br>
+Locust, True, Elegance<br>
+London, Pride, Frivolity<br>
+Lote Tree, Concord<br>
+Lotus, Eloquence<br>
+Lotus Flower, Estranged Love<br>
+Lotus Leaf, Recantation<br>
+Love in a Mist, Perplexity<br>
+Love Lies Bleeding, Desertion<br>
+Lucurn, Life<br>
+Lupine, Voraciousness<br>
+Madder, Calumny<br>
+Magnolia, Love of Nature<br>
+Maiden Hair, Secrecy<br>
+Mallow, Wildness<br>
+Mallow, Marsh, Beneficence<br>
+Marrow, Syrian, Persuasion<br>
+Manchineal Tree, Duplicity<br>
+Mandrake, Rarity<br>
+Maple, Reserve<br>
+Marianthus, Hope for Better<br>
+Marigold, Grief, Chagrin<br>
+Marigold, French, Jealousy<br>
+Marigold and Cyprus, Despair<br>
+Marjoram, Blushes<br>
+Marvel of Peru, Timidity<br>
+Meadow Lychnis, Wit<br>
+Meadowsweet, Uselessness<br>
+Mercury, Goodness<br>
+Mesembryanthemum, Idleness<br>
+Mezereon, I Desire to Please<br>
+Mignonette, You are Good<br>
+Milfoil, War<br>
+Milkwort, Hermitage<br>
+Mint, Virtue<br>
+Mistletoe, I Surmount<br>
+Mock Orange, Counterfeit<br>
+Monkshood, Deadly Foe Near<br>
+Moonwort, Forgetfulness<br>
+Morning Glory, Affectation<br>
+Moschatel, Weakness<br>
+Moss, Maternal Love<br>
+Mosses, Ennui<br>
+Motherwort, Concealed Love<br>
+Moving Plant, Agitation<br>
+Mulberry, White, Wisdom<br>
+Mushroom, I Can't Trust You<br>
+Musk Plant, Weakness<br>
+Myrobalan, Privation<br>
+Myrrh, Gladness<br>
+Myrtle, Love<br>
+Narcissus, Egotism<br>
+Nasturtium, Patriotism<br>
+Nemophila, Success<br>
+Nettle, Stinging, You Spiteful<br>
+Nettle Burning Slander<br>
+Nettle Tree, Conceit<br>
+Night Convolvulus, Night<br>
+Nightshade, Dark Thoughts<br>
+Oak (Live), Liberty<br>
+Oak Leaves (Dead) Bravery<br>
+Oats, Harmony<br>
+Oleander, Beware<br>
+Olive, Peace<br>
+Orange Blossoms, Purity<br>
+Orange Flowers, Chastity<br>
+Orange Tree, Generosity<br>
+Orchis, Common, a Beauty<br>
+Osier, Frankness<br>
+Osmunda, Dreams<br>
+Ox-eye, Patience<br>
+Palm, Victory<br>
+Pansy, I think of you<br>
+Parsley, Festivity, Feasting<br>
+Passion Flower, Superstition<br>
+Pea, Common, Respect<br>
+Pea, Everlasting, A meeting<br>
+Peach, Matchess Charms<br>
+Peach Blossom, Your Captive<br>
+Pear, Affection<br>
+Pear Tree, Comfort<br>
+Pennyroyal, Flee away<br>
+Peony, Shame, Bashfulness<br>
+Peppermint, Warm Feeling<br>
+Periwinkle, Early Friendship<br>
+Persicaria, Restoration<br>
+Peruvian Heliotrope, Devotion<br>
+Petunia, Keep your Promise<br>
+Pheasant's Eye, Remembrance<br>
+Phlox, Unanimity<br>
+Pigeon Berry, Indifference<br>
+Pimpernel, Change<br>
+Pine, Black, Pity<br>
+Pine-apple, You are perfect<br>
+Pine, Pitch, Philosophy<br>
+Pink, Boldness<br>
+Pink, Indian, Always lovely<br>
+Pink, Indian, S. Aversion<br>
+Pink, Mountain, Aspiring<br>
+Pink, Red, Single, Pure Love<br>
+Pink, Variegated, Refusal<br>
+Pink, White, Ingeniousness<br>
+Pink, Yellow, Disdain<br>
+Plantain, What Man's Footstep<br>
+Plane Tree, Genius<br>
+Plum, Indian, Privation<br>
+Plum Tree, Fidelity<br>
+Plum, Wild, Independence<br>
+Polyanthus, Pride of Riches<br>
+Polyanthus, Crimson, Mystery<br>
+Pomegranate, Foolishness<br>
+Pomegranate, Flower, Elegance<br>
+Poor Robin, Compensation<br>
+Poplar, Black, Courage<br>
+Poplar, White, Time<br>
+Poppy, Red, Consolation<br>
+Poppy, Scarlet, Fantastic Folly<br>
+Poppy, White, Sleep&mdash;My Bane<br>
+Potato, Benevolence<br>
+Prickly Pear, Satire<br>
+Pride of China, Dissension<br>
+Primrose, Early Youth<br>
+Primrose, Evening, Inconstance<br>
+Primrose, Red, Unpatronized<br>
+Privet, Prohibition<br>
+Purple Clover, Provident<br>
+Pyrus Japonica, Fairies' Fire<br>
+Quaking Grass, Agitation<br>
+Quamoclit, Busybody<br>
+Queen's Rocket, Fashion<br>
+Quince, Temptation<br>
+Ragged Robin, Wit<br>
+Ranunculus, Are Charming<br>
+Ranunculus, Wild, Ingratitude<br>
+Raspberry, Remorse<br>
+Ray-Grass, Vice<br>
+Reed, Complaisance<br>
+Reed, Split, Indiscretion<br>
+Rhododendron, Danger<br>
+Rhubarb, Advice<br>
+Rocket, Rivalry<br>
+Rose, Love<br>
+Rose, Australian, All that is Lovely<br>
+Rose, Bridal, Happy Love<br>
+Rose, Burgundy, Unconscious Beauty<br>
+Rose, Cabbage, Ambassador of Love<br>
+Rose, Campion, Deserve my Love<br>
+Rose, Carolina, Love is dangerous<br>
+Rose, China, Beauty Unfading<br>
+Rose, Daily, I Aspire to thy Smile<br>
+Rose, Damask, Beautiful Complexion<br>
+Rose, Deep Red, Bashful Modesty<br>
+Rose, Dog, Pleasure and Pain<br>
+Rose, Guelder, Age<br>
+Rose, Hundred-Leaved, Pride, Dignity<br>
+Rose, Japan, Beauty only<br>
+Rose, Maiden Blush, Show me Love<br>
+Rose, Multiflora, Grace<br>
+Rose, Moss, Superior Merit<br>
+Rose, Mundi, Variety, Uncertain<br>
+Rose, Musk, Capricious Beauty<br>
+Rose, Musk, Cluster, Charming<br>
+Rose, Thornless, Happy Union<br>
+Rose, Unique, Call me not beautiful<br>
+Rose, White, I am Worthy of You<br>
+Rose, White, Withered, Infidelity<br>
+Rose, Xmas, Relieve my anxiety<br>
+Rose, Yellow, Jealousy<br>
+Rose, York and Lancaster, War<br>
+Rose, White &amp; Red together, Unity<br>
+Roses, Crown of, Reward of<br>
+Rosebud, Red, Pure &amp; Lovely<br>
+Rosebud, White, Girlhood<br>
+Rosebud, Moss, Confession of love<br>
+Rosemary, You ever Revive<br>
+Rudbeckia, Justice<br>
+Rue, Scorn, Despite<br>
+Rush, Docility<br>
+Rye-grass, Changeable<br>
+Saffron, Shun Excess<br>
+Sage, Domestic Virtue<br>
+Sainfoin, Agitation<br>
+St. John's Wort, Animosity<br>
+Salvia, Blue, Wisdom<br>
+Salvia, Red, Energy<br>
+Saxifrage, Mossy, Affection<br>
+Scabious, Unfortunate Love<br>
+Scabious, Sweet, Widowhood<br>
+Scarlet Lychnis, Brilliant Eye<br>
+Shinus, Religious Enthusiasm<br>
+Sensitive Plant, Sensitiveness<br>
+Senvy, Indifference<br>
+Shamrock, Light-heartedness<br>
+Snakesfoot, Horror<br>
+Snapdragon, "No."<br>
+Snowball, Bound<br>
+Snowdrop, Hope<br>
+Sorrel, Wild, Wit Ill-timed<br>
+Sorrel, Wood, Joy<br>
+Sothernwood, Jest, Bantering<br>
+Spearmint, Warm, Sentiment<br>
+Speedwell, Female Fidelity<br>
+Speedwell, Spiked, Semblance<br>
+Spider, Ophrys, Adroitness<br>
+Spiderwort, Esteem, not Love<br>
+Star of Bethehem, Guidance<br>
+Starwort, Afterthought<br>
+Stock, Lasting Beauty<br>
+Stock, Ten-week, Promptness<br>
+Stonecrop, Peace<br>
+Straw, Broken, Quarrel<br>
+Straw, Whole, Union<br>
+Strawberry Blossom Perfect<br>
+Strawberry Tree, Esteem, not Love<br>
+Sultan, Lilac, I Forgive You<br>
+Sultan, White, Sweetness<br>
+Sultan, Yellow, Contempt<br>
+Sumach, Venice, Intellectual<br>
+Sunflower, Dwarf, Adoration<br>
+Sunflower, Tall, Haughtiness<br>
+Swallow-wort, Cure Heartache<br>
+Sweet Basil, Good Wishes<br>
+Sweetbrier, I wound, but love<br>
+Sweet Flag, Yellow, Fitness<br>
+Sweet Pea, Delicate Pleasures<br>
+Sweet Sultan, Felicity<br>
+Sweet William, Gallantry<br>
+Sycamore, Curiosity<br>
+Syringa, Memory<br>
+Tamarisk, Crime<br>
+Tansy, I war against you<br>
+Teasel, Misanthropy<br>
+Thistle, Common, Austerity<br>
+Thistle, Fuller's, Misanthropy<br>
+Thistle, Scotch, Retaliation<br>
+Thorns, Branch of, Severity<br>
+Thrift, Mutual Sensibility<br>
+Throatwort, Neglected Beauty<br>
+Thyme, Activity<br>
+Toothwort, Secret Love<br>
+Traveller's Joy, Safety<br>
+Tree of Life, Old Age<br>
+Trefoil, Revenge<br>
+Tremella Nestoc, Resistance<br>
+Trillium Pictum, Modest Beauty<br>
+Truffle Surprise<br>
+Trumpet, Flower, Fame<br>
+Tuberose, Dangerous Pleasure<br>
+Tulip, Red, Declaration of Love<br>
+Tulip, Tree, Fame<br>
+Tulip, Variegated, Beautiful Love<br>
+Tulip, Yellow, Hopeless Love<br>
+Turnip, Charity<br>
+Valerian, I Wish to Please<br>
+Valerian, Greek, Rupture<br>
+Venus's Car, Fly with Me<br>
+Venus's Looking Glass, Flattery<br>
+Venus's Trap, Artifice<br>
+Verbena, Pink, Family Union<br>
+Verbena, Purple, I Weep for You<br>
+Verbena, Scarlet, Unite Against Evil<br>
+Verbena, Sweet-scented, Sensibility<br>
+Verbena, White, Pray for Me<br>
+Vernal Grass, Poor but Happy<br>
+Veronica, Fidelity<br>
+Veronica, Speciosa, I Dare Not<br>
+Vetch, Shyness<br>
+Vine, Intoxication<br>
+Violet, Blue, Faithfulness<br>
+Violet, Dame, Watchfulness<br>
+Violet, Purple, Ever in My Mind<br>
+Violet, White, Modesty<br>
+Violet, Yellow, rural happiness<br>
+Virginia Creeper, I cling to you<br>
+Virgin's Bower Filial Love<br>
+Viscaria oculata, dance with me<br>
+Volkamenia, may you be happy<br>
+Walnut, Intellect<br>
+Wall-flower, Fidelity<br>
+Water Lily, Purity of Heart<br>
+Water Melon, Bulkiness<br>
+Wax Plant, Susceptibility<br>
+Wheat Stalks, Riches<br>
+Whin, Anger<br>
+Whortleberry, Treason<br>
+Willow, creeping, Love forsaken<br>
+Willow, Water, Freedom<br>
+Willow, Weeping, Mourning<br>
+Willow Herb, Pretension<br>
+Woodbine, Fraternal Love<br>
+Wormwood, Absence<br>
+Xanthium, Pertinacity<br>
+Yew, Sorrow<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Flowers smell the sweetest and look the loveliest of all earthly
+things, and most men and woman throughout the World dearly love them,
+and hope to dwell beyond the grave where "Everlasting Spring abides,
+and NEVER WITHERING FLOWERS".
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="147"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#146">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#148">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 147&mdash;Kindness To Animals</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Kindness To Animals</b></center><br>
+<p><br>
+<center>Power of Kindness to Animals</center>
+<p>
+Thousands of pathetic tales could be told of the sufferings of poor
+dumb animals and the sympathy of some kind human souls for them. The
+following one is from the Secretary of a Humane Society:&mdash;
+<p>
+The wife of a small country farmer wrote to me: "I can't bear sending
+the cattle to market. I always keep out of the way, for every animal
+on the place knows me, and they look at me so sadly, and, knowing
+what they're going to, I feel sometimes that I'd rather give the
+whole thing up, than go on rearing them to be knocked about and
+killed.
+<p>
+"I went to the market once myself to see a young beast being sold,
+but I'll never go again. I had fed it with my own hands every day,
+till it was like a child. I went to the market-town by train, and the
+young bullock was driven by road. I walked a little way out to meet
+it, and at last met it coming tramping along, and the drover told me
+he had had the greatest difficulty to get it along the last few
+miles; it had become so tired. You see it had not had much exercise,
+as when you are fattening things, it does not do to let them run
+about too much, or they'll 'run all the meat off their bones' again,
+as the saying is.
+<p>
+"When I went to Smithfield, I was ready to faint as I saw the men
+shouting and swearing, and slashing away with thick sticks. The poor
+things were so confused and knocked about that they didn't know what
+to do, and I went up to the man who seemed to be in charge of the
+pens that our auctioneer was going to sell from, and asked him if he
+would be kind to my poor bullock when it came. He only cursed it an
+laughed a mocking laugh, and said, 'Oh, yes, ---- it, I'll be gentle
+with it. You wait, missis, and see! Do you think I'm here to coddle
+any ---- beasts? If you do, you're ---- well mistaken.'
+<p>
+"I couldn't bear to see what would happen. I couldn't stand it, so I
+went away, and then the men (dealers) simply stood and talked, and
+haggled with the farmers; and the drovers shouted and yelled, and
+hooted, and knocked the things about, and hit them on the nose and
+over the eyes, and poked and prodded them with sharp pointed sticks;
+and the dogs yapped and barked, and I never heard a single word of
+pity, or saw a sign of pity for the poor, tired, bruised, panting,
+and terrified creatures.
+<p>
+"It was a terribly hot day, and I wandered about the town all the
+afternoon, able to think of little else than of my poor bullock, and
+of what had become of it, when, as I was going to the station to my
+train, I met three or four cattle coming driven along. Suddenly one
+of them caught sight of me, and in spite of all the men could do came
+rushing up towards me. It was my poor bullock; but, oh, so terribly
+altered. I should hardly have known it.
+<p>
+<i>"It seemed beside itself with joy to see me, and stood by me lowing
+so pitifully, as much as to say, 'Oh, I'm so glad I've found you! I
+know I'm safe now, and you won't let these awful men carry me off
+again'.</i>
+<p>
+"At last they managed to get it to move on by flogging it savagely,
+and, heart-sick and conscience-smitten, I went to the station; and
+when I got the money that it was sold for it seemed to me like 'the
+price of blood.' But what can I do?
+<p>
+"I suppose the proper thing is to get hardened and to think nothing
+about it, like other people; but it is so dreadful that I can never
+go to market to see another of my poor beasts sold."
+<p>
+<br>
+<center>Kind Miss Cobbe</center>
+<p>
+Miss Frances Power Cobbe gave herself, heart and soul, to the defence
+of the animals, not because she loved them more than human beings but
+because she could not bear to see the men acting so wickedly towards
+them, nor to hear the groans of the helpless victims.
+<p>
+In the account of her life, written by herself, she says: "It is not
+the four legs nor the silky or shaggy coat of a dog which should
+prevent us from discerning his inner nature of thought and love;
+limited thought, it is true, but an unlimited love. That he is dumb,
+is to me only another claim (as it would be in a human child) on my
+consideration... Another dog, whom I sent away at one year old to
+live in the country, was returned to me eight years afterwards old
+and diseased. The poor beast knew me again after a few moments' eager
+examination, and uttered <i>an actual scream of joy</i> when I called
+her
+by name, exhibiting every token of tender affection for me ever
+afterwards."
+<p>
+In her books entitled "Dogs whom I Have Met," she says: "The dog who
+really loves his master delights in mere propinquity, likes to lie
+down on the floor resting against his feet, better than on a cushion
+a yard away, and after a warm interchange of caresses for two or
+three minutes asks no more, and subsides into perfect contentment.
+That a short tender touch of the dog's tongue to hand or face
+corresponds exactly, as an expression of his feelings, to our kisses
+of affection, there can be no sort of doubt. All dogs kiss the people
+they love."
+<p>
+Tennyson, when on a visit to Miss Cobbe, bade her go bravely on as
+she had begun, and "fight the good fight," by which he meant the
+warfare against cruelty in which she was engaged. After his death it
+was sad to hear the wail of three dogs, a collie, a Scotch terrier,
+and a Russian wolf-hound, constant companions and friends of the
+poet. Thousands of dogs have pined, and died of grief, for their
+loved masters.
+<p>
+<br>
+<center>At a Bull Fight
+<br>
+The following is a pathetic narrative entitled "El Moro."
+</center>
+<p>
+A Cadiz letter says: "Notice had been posted on all the public places
+that on a certain day the bull called 'El Moro' would be introduced
+into the arena, and that, when he should have been goaded to the
+utmost fury, a young girl would appear and reduce the animal to quiet
+subjection. The people of Cadiz had heard of 'El Moro' as the most
+magnificent bull ever brought into the city, and it soon became known
+that the girl just advertised was a peasant girl of Espara, who had
+petted the bull, and fed it and cared for it during the years of it's
+growth. On the appointed day the vast amphitheatre was filled with an
+anxious, eager crowd. Several bulls had been killed and dragged away,
+and then the flourish of trumpets announced the coming of the hero of
+the day. With a deep, terrific roar, 'El Moro' entered upon the
+scene. He was truly magnificent; a bovine monarch, black and glossy,
+with eyes of fire, dilating nostrils, and wicked-looking horns. The
+picadores attacked him warily, hurling their banderillos (small,
+dart-like javelins ornamented with ribbons, and intended to jade and
+infuriate). The bull had killed three horses offhand, and had
+received eight banderillos in his neck and shoulders, when, upon a
+given signal, the picadores and matadores suddenly withdrew leaving
+the infuriated beast alone in his wild paroxysm of wrath. Presently
+a soft musical note, like the piping of a lark, was heard, and
+directly afterwards a girl of not more than fifteen years of age,
+an the tasteful garb of an Andalusian peasant, and with a pretty
+face, sprang lightly into the arena, approaching the bull fearlessly,
+at the same time calling his name&mdash;'Moro! Moro! Va voy!' At the
+first sound of the sweet voice the animal ceased his fury, and turned
+towards the place whence it came, and, when he saw the girl, he
+plainly manifested pleasure. She came to his head, and put forth her
+hand, which he licked with his tongue. Then she sang a low, sweet
+song, at the same time caressing the animal by patting him on the
+forehead, and, while she sang, the suffering monarch kneeled at her
+feet. Then she stooped and gently removed the cruel banderillos,
+after which, with her arms around 'El Moro's' neck, she led him
+towards the gate of the torril."
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="148"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#147">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#149">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 148&mdash;Funny Australian Natives</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Funny Australian Natives</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Kangaroo." src="images/page148a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Kangaroo</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Kangaroo is the largest native animal in Australia. He is about 5
+feet high when he sits up, he has a head somewhat like a rabbit's,
+his hands or fore feet are small but his hind feet are large, and he
+has a very thick tail. He can kick and tear with his sharp hind claws
+in a very dangerous manner. He frequently kills dogs with his claws,
+but, when he is chased by dogs, if he is near water he makes for it
+and often drowns the dogs if they come into the water after him. He
+leaps or hops about 15 feet at a time and goes very fast. The mother
+carries her young in a pouch, as seen in the picture, and when the
+baby kangaroos are frightened they run at once into their mother's
+pouch for safety, like any other babies running to their mother.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Native Cat." src="images/page148b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Australian Native Cat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+It is a wild Cat, generally brown or black with many large and small
+white spots on it. It lives on small animals, including birds and
+their eggs, and is a great pest to farmers, killing their poultry.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Emu and Chicks." src="images/page148c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Emu</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Emu lives upon vegetable food such as fruits, roots, and grass.
+It has a great curiosity and is easily tamed. It is very inoffensive
+except when violently attacked; then it kicks like a horse. It is
+said that its kick will break a man's leg. Its flesh is eaten by the
+natives and is said to look and taste like beef. It can run very
+fast. It lays from 6 to 12 dark green coloured eggs and its young are
+pretty little striped things as in the above picture. It is, next to
+the Ostrich, the largest bird in the world, being 5 or 6 feet high,
+its colour is a mixture of grey and brown, and its voice has a low
+booming sound. It is generally coupled with the Kangaroo in the
+Australian Arms.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Platypus." src="images/page148d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Platypus</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Platypus is sometimes called the Water Mole. It is, perhaps, the
+most wonderful animal in the world in its combination, being part
+bird, part beast, part fish. It has a bill like a duck; five toes
+with claws and webbed feet; it is covered with thick glossy fur like
+a seal; it has cheek pouches like a monkey to keep it's food in; it
+lays two eggs, its voice resembles that of a young puppy, and the
+young platypuses play like puppies; it lives in rivers and makes
+burrows often 20 or 30 feet long; it feeds upon water insects, shell
+fish, etc.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="149"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#148">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#150">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 149&mdash;Funny Australian Natives</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Funny Australian Natives</b><br>
+<p><br>
+<img alt="Native Bear." src="images/page149a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Native Bear</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Australian Native Bear is a dear little harmless fellow, and is
+easily tamed. He lives in the gum trees, feeds upon gum leaves, and
+loves his mother who carries him on her back and is very fond of him.
+He has a thick fluffy coat, big bushy ears, and no tail. He cries
+like a child if he misses his mother. The cry very pathetically if
+they are wounded, which they frequently are in the bush, by cruel
+wicked boys and men who think it is sport to shoot at the poor
+harmless creatures.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Bower Bird." src="images/page149b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0  width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Bower Bird</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Australian Bower Bird is an extensive builder; it not only builds
+its nest in a tree but it builds a palace on the ground in the shape
+of a bower hut, furnishes it with nick-nacks such as shells, bones,
+pieces of mineral, metals, bright parrots' feathers and other
+trifles. What the English magpie would steal and hide away the Bower
+Bird openly decorates his pavilion with. Often several birds collect
+together and play like children, running in, out, and around their
+wonderful bower-palace as shown in our picture.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0  width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Lyre Bird</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Australian Lyre Bird is a most beautiful creature, said to be a
+variety of the Bird of Paradise. It runs very quickly, and springs
+very high, and calls very loudly. It lays but one egg a year and,
+consequently, only has one baby per annum. It is a great mimic. Mr.
+Metcalfe in his "Australian Zoology", describing it, says: "It is a
+consummate mimic and ventriloquist. It imitates to perfection the
+notes of all other birds, the united voices of a flock of parrakeets,
+the barking of dogs, the sawing of timber and the clink of the
+woodman's axe. This it has earned for itself the title of the
+Australian Mocking Bird."
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Our Seven Funny Australian Natives</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Kangaroo says, whenever I jump,<br>
+I always come down with a great big thump.<br>
+<p>
+The Emu can give a nasty kick;<br>
+Which is worse than getting a hit with a brick.<br>
+<p>
+I'm but a funny wild, little, spotted Native Cat,<br>
+With claws and tail like a squirrel and a nose like a
+rat.<br>
+<p>
+Common people call me simply Mr. PLATYPUS,<br>
+Learned people call me Mr. OR-NI-THO-RINK-KUS.<br>
+<p>
+I'm bit a little Native Bear, and am so happy and
+bright,<br>
+I sleep and dream in a tree by day, and climb about at
+night.<br>
+<p>
+The clever Bower Bird builds his nest up a tree,<br>
+And his beautiful palace down on the lea.<br>
+<p>
+Here we see a pretty bird, of its voice you will never
+tire,<br>
+But tho' it mocks the sounds it hears the bird is still a
+Lyre.<br>
+<p>
+<i>(By a Company of Three Particularly Poor
+Poets.)</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Tiny Child Astride a Giant Emu Egg harnessed to two Lyre
+Birds." src="images/page149c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="150"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#149">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#151">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 150&mdash;Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cat Stories</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss in the Well</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ding dong dell, pussy's in the well!<br>
+Who put her in?&mdash;little Tommy Lin.<br>
+Who pulled her out?&mdash;dog with long snout.<br>
+What a naughty boy was that<br>
+To drown poor pussy cat,<br>
+Who never did any harm<br>
+But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Singing Cat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A cat came fiddling out of a barn,<br>
+With a pair of bagpipes under her arm;<br>
+She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,<br>
+The mouse has married the bumble-bee.<br>
+Pipe cat&mdash;dance, mouse,<br>
+We'll have a wedding at our good house.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss in London</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?<br>
+I've been to London to visit the Queen.<br>
+Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?<br>
+I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pussy-Cat and Mousey</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pussy-Cat lives in the servant's hall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She can set up her back and purr;<br>
+The little mice live in a crack in the wall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But they hardly dare venture to stir;<br>
+For whenever they think of taking the air,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or filling their little maws,<br>
+The Pussy-cat says, "Come out if you dare;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will catch you all with my claws."<br>
+Scramble, scramble, scramble, went all the little
+Mice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For they smelt the Cheshire cheese,<br>
+The Pussy-Cat said, "It smells very nice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now do come out, if you please."<br>
+"Squeak," said the little Mouse; "squeak, squeak,
+squeak,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said all the little ones too;<br>
+"We never creep out when cats are about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because we're afraid of you."<br>
+So the cunning old Cat lay down on a mat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the fire in the servants' hall:<br>
+"If the little Mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So she rolled herself up like a ball.<br>
+"Squeak," said the little Mouse, "we'll creep out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And eat some Cheshire cheese,<br>
+That silly old Cat is asleep on the mat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we may sup at our ease."<br>
+Nibble, nibble, nibble went all the little mice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they licked their little paws;<br>
+Then the cunning old Cat sprang up from the mat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And caught them all with her claws.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss in the Pantry</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hie, hie, says Anthony, puss in the pantry<br>
+Gnawing, gnawing a mutton, mutton-bone;<br>
+See now she tumbles it, see now she mumbles it,<br>
+See how she tosses the mutton, mutton-bone,<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dick killed Puss</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Do look at the cat! why, what is she at?<br>
+She's catching a rat that's hid in Dick's hat.<br>
+Dick ran for a bat to knock him down flat,<br>
+But, crossing the mat the foolish young brat<br>
+Tripped up and fell flat, He half killed the cat<br>
+Instead of the rat, Hal cried out that that<br>
+Was just tit for tat.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Monkey Feeding Puss a Bottle of Ink."
+src="images/page150a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss and the Monkey</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Says Mr. Monkey, giving a wink;<br>
+"It would be exceedingly funny, I think,<br>
+To catch the cat, and give her a drink,<br>
+Out of a great big bottle of ink."<br>
+<p>
+So, suiting the action to word,<br>
+He caught up Puss, but she demurred;<br>
+And made such a noise you never heard,<br>
+And said it 'twas worse than eating a bird.<br>
+<p>
+The Puss she didn't like ink at all!<br>
+She didn't like bottles great or small;<br>
+Ink to her was worse than gall,<br>
+And so she did nothing but spit, mew, and squall.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And that's all!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sing Sing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Sing, sing, what shall I sing?<br>
+The cat has ate the pudding-string!<br>
+Do, do, what shall I do?<br>
+The cat has bit it quite in two.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good Puss</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Poor Puss, dear, lovely pretty puss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Content at home to stay;<br>
+Thy pleasure's shown in gambol tricks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And loves to skip and play.<br>
+<p>
+Grateful for every sup of milk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And for every bit of meat;<br>
+Gives lively proof of gratitude<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By singing while you eat.<br>
+<p>
+See, how she cleans her sleeky skin!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A soil would prove a flow;<br>
+She licks her neck, her sides and back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And don't forget her paw.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mary's Puss Drowned</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mary had a little cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With long snow-white hair.<br>
+Such a merry little cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jumping everywhere.<br>
+<p>
+When Mary went to take a walk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pussy ran to meet her,<br>
+Rubbed its head against her frock<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And said, 'Purr, purr,' to greet her.<br>
+<p>
+Once, when Mary was at school,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some cruel bad boys found it,<br>
+And in a pond beside the road,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, sad to tell, they drowned it!<br>
+<p>
+Poor Mary's face was wet with tears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she found Pussy lying:&mdash;<br>
+I would not be a cruel boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To set poor Mary crying.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Pussy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm;<br>
+And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm,<br>
+So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,<br>
+But Pussy and I very gently will play.<br>
+She'll sit by my side, and I'll give her some food;<br>
+And Pussy will love me, because I am good.<br>
+Oh! here is Miss Pussy, she's drinking her milk;<br>
+Her coat is as soft and as glossy as silk.<br>
+She sips the milk up with her little lap-lap;<br>
+Then, wiping her whiskers, lies down for a nap.<br>
+My kitty is gentle, she loves me right well;<br>
+How funny her play is I'm sure I can't tell.<br>
+Now under the sofa, now under the table.<br>
+She runs and plays bopeep as well as she's able.<br>
+Oh! dearly I love her! you never did see<br>
+Two happier playmates than kitty and me.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="151"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#150">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#152">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 151&mdash;Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dame Trot</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dame Trot once went to a neighbouring fair.<br>
+And what do you think she bought herself there?<br>
+A pussy! the prettiest ever was seen;<br>
+No cat was so gentle, so clever and clean.<br>
+<p>
+Each dear little paw was as black as a sloe,<br>
+The rest of her fur was white as the snow,<br>
+Her eyes were bright green, and her sweet little face<br>
+Was pretty and meek, full of innocent grace.<br>
+<p>
+Dame Trot hurried home with this beautiful cat;<br>
+Went upstairs to take off her cloak and her hat;<br>
+And when she came down she was astonished to see<br>
+That Pussy was busy preparing the tea.<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, what a strange cat!" thought poor little Dame
+Trot,<br>
+"She'll break my best china and upset the pot."<br>
+But no harm befell them: the velvety paws<br>
+Were quite sure; the Dame for alarm had no cause.<br>
+<p>
+Next morning when little Dame Trot came downstairs,<br>
+To attend as usual, to household affairs,<br>
+She found that the kitchen was swept up as clean<br>
+As if Puss a regular servant had been.<br>
+<p>
+The tea stood to draw, and the toast was done brown;<br>
+The Dame very pleased to her breakfast sat down;<br>
+While Puss by her side on an armchair sat up,<br>
+And lapped her warm milk from a nice china cup.<br>
+<p>
+Now Spot, the old house-dog, looked on in amaze,<br>
+He'd never been used to such queer cattish ways,<br>
+Put Puss mewed so sweetly, and moved with such grace,<br>
+That Spot at last liked her, and licked her white
+face.<br>
+<p>
+Poor little Dame Trot had no money to spare,<br>
+And only too often her cupboard was bare;<br>
+Then kind Mrs Pussy would catch a nice fish,<br>
+And serve it for dinner upon a clean dish.<br>
+<p>
+The rats and the mice, who wished Pussy to please,<br>
+Were now never seen at the butter and cheese;<br>
+The Dame daily found that their numbers grew thinner,<br>
+For Puss ate a mouse every day for her dinner.<br>
+<p>
+If Puss had a weakness, I need but confess<br>
+'Twas a girl of the period's fancy for dress,<br>
+Her greatest desire a high chignon and hat,<br>
+And a very short dress <i>a la mode</i> for a cat.<br>
+<p>
+So one day when Dame Trot had gone out to dine,<br>
+Puss dressed herself up, as she thought, very fine,<br>
+And coaxed kind old Spot, who looked at her with
+pride,<br>
+To play pony for her, and give her a ride.<br>
+<p>
+Now Spot, who to welcome his mistress desired,<br>
+And to "company manners" had never aspired,<br>
+Jumped up to fawn on her&mdash;and down came the cat,<br>
+And crushed, in her tumble, her feather and hat.<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, puss!" said Dame Trot, "what a very sad mess!<br>
+You'd best have remained in your natural dress;<br>
+The graces which Nature so kindly bestows<br>
+Are more often hid than improved by fine clothes.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mistress Puss and Doggy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little dog said, and he looked very wise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I think, Mistress Pus,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You make a great fuss<br>
+With your back and your great green eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And you, Madam Duck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You waddle and cluck,<br>
+Till it gives one the fidgets to hear you;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'd better run off<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the old pig's trough,<br>
+Where none but the pigs, ma'am, are near you."<br>
+<p>
+The duck was good-natured, and she ran away;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But old pussy-cat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With her back up sat,<br>
+And said she intended to stay;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she showed him her paws,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With her sharp, long claws,<br>
+So the dog was afraid to come near,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For Puss if she pleases,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When a little dog teases<br>
+Can give him a box on the ear.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Don't Hurt Puss</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,<br>
+And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;<br>
+So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,<br>
+But Pussy and I very gently will play.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cat with Head stuck in Broken Milk Jug."
+src="images/page151a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Head In The Milk Jug</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ho! Master, Mistress, Mary, run,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your Tabby is in grief;<br>
+This broken jug caught hold of me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As though I were a thief.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cat Up The Plum Tree</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty,<br>
+The cat ran up the plum tree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I lay you a crown<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll fetch her down;<br>
+So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pussy-Cat Mole</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pussy Cat Mole<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jumped over a coal,<br>
+And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole<br>
+Poor Pussy is weeping, she'll have no more milk<br>
+Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Three Little Kittens</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three little kittens they lost their mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they began to cry,<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, we sadly fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our mittens we have lost."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"What! lost your mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You naughty kittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then you shall have no pie."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miew, miew miew, miew.<br>
+<p>
+The three little kittens had need of mittens:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The winter was now nigh.<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, we fear, we fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our mittens we shall need."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Go, seek your mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You silly kittens;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a tempest in the sky."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miew, miew, miew, miew.<br>
+<p>
+The three little kittens, in seeking their mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upset the table high.<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, we doubt and fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The house is tumbling down,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"You foolish kittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Go find your mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And do not make things fly."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miew, miew, miew, miew.<br>
+<p>
+The three little kittens they found their mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they began to cry,<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, see here, see here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our mittens we have found."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"What! found your mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You little kittens;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then you shall have some pie."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Purr, purr, purr, purr.<br>
+<p>
+The three little kittens put on their mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And soon ate up the pie;<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, we greatly fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our mittens we have soiled."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"What! soiled your mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You naughty kittens!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then they began to sigh.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miew, miew, miew, miew.<br>
+<p>
+The three little kittens they washed their mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hung them up to dry.<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, look here, look here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our mittens we have washed,"<br>
+"What! washed your mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You darling kittens!&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I smell a rat close by!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hush! Hush!" Miew, miew.<br>
+<p>
+The three little kittens put off their mittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A hunting match to try.<br>
+"Oh! mammy dear, his hole is here:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our mittens down we fling."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both cat and kittens<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flung down their mittens;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When&mdash;whisk!&mdash;the rat ran by.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miew, miew, miew, miew.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Dunce of a Kitten</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, Pussy, will you learn to read?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've got a pretty book:<br>
+Nay, turn this way, you must indeed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fie, there's a sulky look!<br>
+<p>
+Here's a pretty picture, see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An apple with a great A;<br>
+How stupid you will ever be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you do nought but play!<br>
+<p>
+Come, A B C, an easy task,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What anyone can do,<br>
+I will do anything you ask,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For dearly I love you.<br>
+<p>
+No, no, your lesson is not done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You have not learnt it half;<br>
+You'll grow a downright simpleton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And make the people laugh.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="152"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#151">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#153">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 152&mdash;Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Daddy Hubbard and His Cat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Old Daddy Hubbard<br>
+Went to the cupboard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get poor Puss some meat;<br>
+But when he got there,<br>
+I do declare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There was nothing but two pig's feet.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the fish shop<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a sprat,<br>
+And when he came back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was watching a rat.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the carpenter's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a house,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was catching a mouse.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the miller's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss some meal,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was skinning an eel.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to a meadow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get milk from a cow,<br>
+And when he came back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss cried: "Me-ow, Me-ow."<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the crockery shop<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a dish,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had caught Ma's goldfish.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the dairy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss some curd,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'd ate Ma's pet bird.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the brewer's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss some beer,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's a flea in her ear.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went for some water,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To give Puss some souse,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss was top of the house.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the ironmonger's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a saw,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had scalded her paw.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the photographer's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss some pictures,<br>
+And when he came back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had burnt off her whiskers.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the garden<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a snail,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'd a bottle-brush tail.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the grocer's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss some tea,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had run up a tree.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the draper's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss some mittens,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was licking her kittens.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the stable<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a donkey,<br>
+And when he got back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was teaching the monkey.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the confectioner's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss a lollie,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was nursing the dolly.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to get clothes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make Puss a lady,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was kissing the baby.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy took Cole's balloon<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And got Puss a cloud,<br>
+But Puss when she saw it<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughed right out loud.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Laughing Cat." src="images/page152a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Daddy went to the store<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a herring,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She kept loving and purring<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the furrier's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a muff,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was taking some snuff.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the baker's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a bun,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was beating a drum.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the dressmaker's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss a frock,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was winding the clock.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the jeweller's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a brooch,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'd caught a cockroach.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some cheap music to buy,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss had made a mud pie.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss some pens,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was feeding some hens.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss a slate,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She opened the gate.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss some ink,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She gave him a wink.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For an exercise book,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss gave a wise look.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss a purse,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was singing a verse.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Oh me! Oh my!<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss had swallowed a fly.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some paper to buy,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss thought she would die.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the doctor's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get Puss a pill,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She still looked very ill.<br>
+<p>
+Daddy went to the auction sale<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy Puss a bed,<br>
+And when he came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss Shammed to be dead.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+This was a very wise, knowing Puss; she could read and write, and
+liked books very, very much, and didn't want to die and be buried,
+and leave all the mice, and milk, and sausages, and nice books; so
+she made haste and got better, and when
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Daddy went to the cemetery<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dig her a grave,<br>
+Puss rushed off at once<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into Cole's Book Arcade.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+And that is the present residence of Miss Puss.
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="153"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#152">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#154">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 153&mdash;Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cat Pouncing On Mouse." src="images/page153a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Story of a Little Mouse:<br></b>
+Or, Our Happy Family.<br></center>
+<p>
+Once there was a little mouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who came to live in our house;<br>
+She came because she was terribly frighten'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To stay outside as it thunder'd and
+lighten'd.<br>
+<p>
+When she came in 'twas nearly dark,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Ponto he began to bark;<br>
+But she ran round at a rapid rate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then darted in behind the grate.<br>
+<p>
+Ponto smelt, and sniff'd, and bark'd and scratch'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Mousey was safe and couldn't be
+catch'd;<br>
+So Ponto, when tired laid down to sleep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mousey quite quiet determined to keep.<br>
+<p>
+Mousey stayed there a month, as she thought it was
+better,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Ponto could smell her, but never could
+get her,<br>
+But every morning when Ponto went out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Mousey crept forth, and for crumbs
+looked about.<br>
+<p>
+Now one day as Ponto came into the house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thinks he, I'll be KIND to that poor little
+mouse;<br>
+"So come out Miss Mousey," our Ponto he said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And if anyone hurts you I'll bite off his
+head."<br>
+<p>
+So the poor little mouse came out of the grate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And ate with our Ponto out of his plate,<br>
+And always when Ponto laid down on the mat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beside him Miss Mousey in her little chair
+sat.<br>
+<p>
+But one rainy night as Miss Mousey sat still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A thing called a bat, came over the hill;<br>
+But Ponto says to him, "You are not wanted here,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sent the bat off with a flea in his
+ear.<br>
+<p>
+The very same night as they lay on the mat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What should come rushing in but a great big
+rat;<br>
+Up jumped Mr. Ponto and gave a loud bark,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And that rat scampered off out into the
+dark.<br>
+<p>
+They had just got rid of the bat and the rat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And what should come in but a GREAT TOM
+CAT;<br>
+Came jumping, springing, and bounding along,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And frightened Miss Mousey more than a
+gong.<br>
+<p>
+He raced after mousey, around, in and out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through the house and the yard, and all round
+about;<br>
+To the East, to the West, to the North, to the South,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And at last caught her up in his great big
+mouth.<br>
+<p>
+He squeezed her back hard and frighten'd her so,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She scarcely could say, "O, please let me
+go!"<br>
+But Tom spoke and said, "Mouse is very good meat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And as I feel hungry, why, it's you I shall
+eat."<br>
+<p>
+Tom let her go once, but caught her afresh,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Although Mousey made a most desperate
+dash;<br>
+And again Mousey pleaded, "Oh, please let me go";<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But Tom only answered, "Decidedly No!"<br>
+<p>
+But as luck should now have it, our Ponto came in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And asked Mr. Puss, "What's this horrible
+din?"<br>
+Says Puss to our Ponto, "I've caught this sly thief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And now I intend to bring her to grief."<br>
+<p>
+Says Ponto to Puss, "The mouse is my friend,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if you would hurt her, why I must
+defend<br>
+That nice little, kind little, good little mouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As long as she ever remains in this
+house."<br>
+<p>
+Says Pussy to Ponto, "I pray you don't fret;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll love and I'll cherish your poor little
+pet;<br>
+She shall sleep on the mat, and we'll find her in
+food,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she is nice and because she is
+good."<br>
+<p>
+So the nice little mouse, the dog and the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;all three ate together, and slept on the
+mat;<br>
+They sung, danc'd and romp'd with joy and merry
+laughter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And as the old take says, "Lived happy ever
+after."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="154"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#153">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#155">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 154&mdash;Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Startled Cat." src="images/page154a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>History of Mr. Tom Puss And The Rats</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mrs. Puss stayed at home, minded and played with young Master John
+Puss, Miss Mary Puss, and Baby Puss, while Mr. Puss went out to get
+them something to eat. He went into a barn, tied a piece of cheese to
+the tip of his tail, and put it through a hole in a door, thinking
+that he would catch a rat that way. Some very knowing rats on the
+other side of the door got a piece of string, tied it to his tail,
+pulled all together, and made Mr. Puss me-ow very loud, and he found
+that instead of his catching a rat, the rats had caught him. Mrs.
+Puss, finding that Mr. Puss did not come home, put little John Puss
+and Mary Puss to bed without any supper, and then sang little deaf
+Baby Puss off to sleep by means of the ear trumpet. The rats ate
+their supper off Mr. Puss's tail, and then let him go. You see what a
+fine long tail he had when he put it through the hole to catch rats
+in that foolish manner; and look at his short tail now, in the corner
+of the page.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Wasn't He A Foolish Puss!!!</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Kitten Using Ear-Trumpet to Listen to Adult cat."
+src="images/page154b.png">
+<p>
+<img alt="Rare Fun. Mice have trapped cat's tail."
+src="images/page154c.png">
+<p>
+<img alt="Kittens Dancing to Violin Played by Cat."
+src="images/page154d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="155"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#154">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#156">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 155&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss In Boots</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he was
+dying he left each of them a legacy. To his eldest son he left his
+mill; to his second his ass; and to his youngest his cat. The poor
+boy was very sad when he found that he had nothing belonging to him
+but a cat; but, to his great surprise, puss jumped on the table and
+said in a friendly manner: "Do not be sad, my dear master, only buy
+me a pair of boots and a bag and I'll provide for you and myself." So
+the miller's son, who had a shilling or two in his pocket, bought a
+smart little pair of boots and a bag, and gave them to puss, who put
+some bran and sow-thistles into his bag, opened the mouth of it, and
+lay down in a rabbit warren. A foolish young rabbit jumped into it;
+puss drew the string and soon killed it. He went immediately to the
+palace with it. He found the king and queen sitting on the throne,
+and, bowing low, he laid the rabbit at the king's feet, saying:
+"Please, your majesty, my master, the Marquis de Carabas, has sent
+you a rabbit from his warren, as a mark of respect." "I am much
+obliged to the Marquis," said the king, and he ordered the rabbit to
+be taken to the cook, and a piece of money to be given to the cat.
+<p>
+During two or three months the cat continued to carry game every now
+and then to the king, which was supposed to be the produce of his
+master's sport. One day when he happened to hear the king was going
+to take a drive on the banks of the river, in company with his
+daughter, who was the most beautiful princess in the world, puss
+desired the master to go and bathe in the river at the spot that he
+should point out, and leave the rest to him. The Marquis of Carabas
+did as his cat advised him. Just as he was bathing the king came
+past, when the cat bawled out as loud as he could&mdash;"Help! help!
+or
+the Marquis of Carabas will be drowned!" On hearing this, the king
+looked out of the carriage window, and recognising the cat, ordered
+his bodyguards to fly to the assistance of my Lord Marquis of
+Carabas. As the poor Marquis was being fished out of the river, the
+cat informed his majesty that, while his master was bathing, some
+robbers had stolen his clothes. The king immediately ordered the
+gentlemen of his wardrobe to fetch one of his most sumptuous dresses.
+No sooner had this been done and the Marquis suitably attired, then
+he looked to such advantage that the king took him to be a very fine
+gentleman; while the princess was so struck with his appearance, that
+at once she became head and ears in love with him.
+<p>
+The king insisted that the Marquis should get into the carriage. The
+cat, highly delighted at the turn thinks were taking, now ran on
+before, and having reached a meadow where there were some peasants,
+he thus accosted them; "I say, good folks, if you do not tell the
+king that this field belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, you shall all
+be chopped as fine as mince-meat." The king did not fail to inquire
+of the peasants to whom the meadow belonged? "To the Marquis of
+Carabas, please your majesty," said they in a breath.
+<p>
+And the cat kept running on before the carriage, and repeating the
+same instructions to all the labourers he met with, so that the king
+was astonished at the vast possessions of the Marquis of Carabas.
+<p>
+At length the cat reached a magnificent castle belonging to a giant
+who was immensely rich. The cat having inquired what sort of person
+the giant might be, and what he was able to do, sent in a message to
+request leave to speak with him.
+<p>
+The giant received him civilly. "I have been told," said the cat,
+"that you have the power of transforming yourself into all sorts of
+animals." "So I have," replied the giant, "and to prove the truth of
+what I say you shall see me become a lion." When the cat beheld a
+lion standing before him, and saw the monster quietly light his pipe,
+he was seized with such a panic that he clambered up to the roof.
+After a time, the cat perceiving that the giant had returned to his
+natural shape, came down again.
+<p>
+"And do you possess the power of assuming the shape of the smallest
+animals likewise?" "You shall see;" and the giant immediately assumed
+the shape of a mouse, when the cat pounced upon him and ate him up.
+<p>
+By this time the king had reached the gates of the Giant's
+magnificent castle, and expressed a wish to enter so splendid a
+building. The cat ran out to meet the king, saying&mdash;"Your
+majesty is
+welcome to the Marquis of Carabas's castle."
+<p>
+The king was so delighted with the Marquis of Carabas, that he
+accepted him as a son-in-law, and that very same day he was married
+to the princess.
+<p>
+The cat became a great lord, and ever after hunted mice only for his
+own amusement.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Two Cats, a Scale and a Monkey."
+src="images/page155a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Monkey And The Cats</b></center><p>
+Two hungry cats having stolen some cheese, could not agree between
+themselves how to divide their booty; therefore they went to the law,
+and a cunning monkey was to decide their case.
+<p>
+"Let us see," said the judge (with as arch a look as could be); "ay,
+ay, this slice truly outweighs the other;" and with this he bit off a
+large piece, on order, as he told them, to make a fair balance.
+<p>
+The other scale had now become too heavy, which gave this upright
+judge a pretence to make free with a second mouthful.
+<p>
+"Hold, hold!" cried the two cats; give each of us our share of what
+is left and we will be content.
+<p>
+"If you are content," said the monkey, "justice is not; the law, my
+friends, must have it's course."
+<p>
+Upon this he nibbled first one piece and then the other, till the
+poor cats, seeing their cheese in a fair way to be all eaten up, most
+humbly begged him not to put himself to any further trouble, to give
+them what still remained.
+<p>
+"Ha! ha! ha! not so fast, I beseech you, good ladies," said the
+monkey; "we owe justice to ourselves as well as to you: and what
+remains is due to me as the lawyer." Upon this he crammed the whole
+into his mouth at once, and very gravely broke up the court.
+<p>
+This fable teaches us that it is better to put up with a trifling
+loss, than to run the risk of losing all we have by going to the law.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dick Whittington And His Cat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was once a Lord Mayor of London, whose name was Sir Richard
+Whittington. He rose to that office from being a poor orphan, living
+in a distant village. Dick was a sharp boy, and was always picking up
+knowledge from some of the villagers. Dick heard of the great City of
+London; he often heard it said that the streets were paved all over
+with gold.
+<p>
+One day seeing a waggon and team of horses on the road to London; he
+took courage and asked the waggoner to let him walk by his side.
+Having gained permission, they set off together. When Dick got to
+London, he was very eager to see the fine streets paved all over with
+gold, but the poor boy saw nothing but dirt instead of gold, so he
+crouched down at the door of one Mr. Fitzwarren, a great merchant.
+Here he was soon found by an ill-tempered cook, who ordered him to go
+about his business. But just at this moment Mr. Fitzwarren himself
+came home, and finding that the poor boy was willing to work, he took
+him into his house, and said that he should be kept to do what dirty
+work he was able for the cook. The cook was always scolding him from
+morning till night, and was very cruel to him. Poor Dick had another
+hardship. His bed was places in a garret where there were great
+numbers of rats and mice, which ran over his face, and made a great
+noise. Dick at last bought a cat which was famous for being an
+excellent mouser.
+<p>
+Soon after this, the merchant, who had a ship ready to sail, asked
+his servants if they would send any goods abroad. All the servants
+mentioned something they were willing to venture but poor
+Whittington, who said he had nothing but a cat which was his
+companion.
+<p>
+"Fetch thy cat, boy," said Mr. Fitzwarren, "and let her go." Dick
+hesitated for some time; at last he brought poor Puss, and delivered
+her to the captain with tears in his eyes. The cook continued to be
+so cruel to him that the unhappy fellow determined to leave his
+place. He accordingly packed up his few things, and travelled as far
+as Holloway, and there sat down on a stone. While he was there
+musing, Bow-bells began to ring; and it seemed to him that their
+sound said:
+<p>
+<center>
+<i>"Turn again, Whittington,</i><br>
+<i>Lord Mayor of London."</i><br>
+</center>
+<p>
+So back went Dick, and got into the house before the cook came down
+stairs.
+<p>
+The ship with Dick's cat on board happened to be driven by contrary
+winds on a part of the coast of Barbary, inhabited by Moors, who
+showed great eagerness to purchase the things with which the ship was
+laden. The captain seeing this, took patterns of the choicest
+articles he had to the King of the Moors. While he was showing them
+to him, dinner was brought in, and at once lots of rats and mice came
+in and ate up all the dainties. The captain was astonished when the
+King told him that this often happened. The captain rushed off at
+once to the ship, and brought Puss to the palace. The second dinner
+had been brought in, and, as usual, in came the rats and mice; Pussy
+at the sight of them sprang out of the captain's arms and killed lots
+of them, and the rest ran off to their holes. The King was greatly
+pleased with the wonderful Puss, and gave two sackfuls of gold for
+the cat, and the captain at once sailed for London. When Mr.
+Fitzwarren heard the news, he ordered Dick Whittington to be called,
+and showed him all the riches which the captain had brought in
+exchange for his cat. Dick was now a rich man, and soon after married
+the merchant's daughter, at the very church whose bells seemed to
+call him back to London. He grew richer and richer, became Sheriff,
+and at length Lord Mayor of London.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="156"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#155">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#157">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 156&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Kate Washing our Kitties." src="images/page156a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Burying our poor dead Bird, Pussy looking very suspicious."
+src="images/page156b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Pussies driving their Rabbit Sleigh."
+src="images/page156c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our very lazy Pussy." src="images/page156d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our careless Pussy caught in a trap by the Mice."
+src="images/page156e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="157"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#156">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#158">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 157&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Toby giving our Tabby a Ride."
+src="images/page157a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Weighing our Pussy against our Doggy."
+src="images/page157b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The White Kitten</b></center><br>
+<p>
+My little white kitten's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Asleep on my knee;<br>
+As white as snow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or the lily is she;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wakes up with a purr<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When I stroke her soft fur;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was there ever another<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;White kitten like her?<br>
+<p>
+My little white kitten<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now wants to go out<br>
+And frolic, with no one<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To watch her about:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Little kitten," I say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Just an hour you may stay;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And be careful in choosing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Your places to play."<br>
+<p>
+But night has come down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I hear a loud "mew";<br>
+I open the door, and my<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Kitten comes through;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My white kitten! ah me!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! can it be she&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This sad looking beggar-like<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cat that I see?<br>
+<p>
+What ugly grey marks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On her side and her back!<br>
+Her nose, once as pink<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As a rosebud, is black!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! I very well know,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though she does not say so,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She has been where white kittens<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ought never to go.<br>
+<p>
+If little good children<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would wish to do right,<br>
+If little white kittens<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would keep themselves white,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is needful that they<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In their houses should stay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or be careful in choosing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their places to play.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Kitty</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pretty little Kitty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sat upon a stile,<br>
+Sang a little ditty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To herself for a while,<br>
+Watching how the sparrows&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeking grain to eat&mdash;<br>
+Dart about like arrows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In among the wheat.<br>
+<p>
+Pretty little Kitty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Liked the birds to see!<br>
+Though it was a pity<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They were wild and free.<br>
+So she stopped her singing&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left the stile forlorn;<br>
+And went gaily springing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In among the corn.<br>
+<p>
+Pretty little Kitty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fond of country things,<br>
+Cares not for the city<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where no birdie sings.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Jacko, our Jessie, our Jemmy."
+src="images/page157c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Pussies riding Horseback." src="images/page157d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="158"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#157">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#159">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 158&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our naughty Kitten Caught Stealing Jam."
+src="images/page158a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Naughty Pussy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Oh, for shame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Baby Cat,<br>
+Mother's pet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her cupboard at.<br>
+<p>
+"With a spoon<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Eating Jam<br>
+Quite ashamed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of you I am.<br>
+<p>
+"If she comes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And catches you<br>
+You'll be punished<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rightly too.<br>
+<p>
+"She will send you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Straight to bed,<br>
+With for supper<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Plain dry bread."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our naughty Kitten caught in trying to catch theGoldfish."
+src="images/page158b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Pussy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I love little Pussy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her coat is so warm;<br>
+And if I don't tease her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'll do me no harm.<br>
+<p>
+I'll not pull her tail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor drive her away,<br>
+But Pussy and I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very gently will play.<br>
+<p>
+She'll be gentle with me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If I'm gentle with her,<br>
+And if I speak kindly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I know she will purr.<br>
+<p>
+She shall sit by my side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I'll give her some food<br>
+And Pussy will love me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because I am good.<br>
+<p>
+It's true, if I tease her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her claws she will show;<br>
+But Pussy knows well<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I never do so.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss and the Crab</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"I wonder," says puss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"If a thing like that<br>
+Would presume to bite<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A respectable cat?<br>
+<p>
+'Tis the queerest thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That ever I saw;<br>
+I'll hit it a slap<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With my strong forepaw.<br>
+<p>
+No! No! On the whole<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I had better not;<br>
+But what curious claws<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The creature has got!<br>
+<p>
+I'll just step up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And quietly ask it<br>
+How it got out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of that market-basket.<br>
+<p>
+I'll play with the animal,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just to see<br>
+If it wants to do<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Any harm to me.<br>
+<p>
+No! I thank I had better<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Get out of its way,<br>
+And I surely am safer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not even to play.<br>
+<p>
+For I'll get into trouble,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And horribly wail,<br>
+If that thing with the claws<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Takes a grip on my tail."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Rev. A. Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Pussies</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three little pussies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in a row,<br>
+Ranged on the table,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Two down below.<br>
+<p>
+Five little pussies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dressed all in silk,<br>
+Waiting for sugar,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Waiting for milk.<br>
+<p>
+Dear little pussies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you would thrive,<br>
+Breakfast at nine o'clock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Take tea at five.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Loving Doggy and Pussy." src="images/page158c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Smartly-dressed Friends." src="images/page158d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="159"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#158">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#160">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 159&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss in the Corner</b></center><br>
+<p>
+You are a naughty pussy-cat;<br>
+I think it right to mention that<br>
+For all who see your picture here&mdash;<br>
+'Twas you who broke my bunny dear.<br>
+<p>
+An hour ago, as you can tell,<br>
+I left him here, alive and well;<br>
+And now he's dead, and, what is more<br>
+You've broke his leg, I'm pretty sure.<br>
+<p>
+For you, my puss, I'll never care,<br>
+No&mdash;never, never, never&mdash;there!<br>
+And you are in disgrace, you know,<br>
+And in the corner you must go.<br>
+<p>
+What, crying? Then I must cry too,<br>
+And I can't bear to punish you;<br>
+Perhaps you've only stunned his head.<br>
+<p>
+And though I'm sure you broke his leg,<br>
+It may be mended with a peg;<br>
+And though he's very, very funny,<br>
+My bunny's not a real bunny;<br>
+And I'll forgive and tell you that<br>
+You are my precious pussy-cat.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Robert Mack<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tabby</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Tabby was a kitten,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tabby was a thief.<br>
+Tabby tried to steal the cream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so she came to grief.<br>
+<p>
+Jumping on the table<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Nobody was nigh),<br>
+On the pretty cream-jug<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tabby cast her eye:<br>
+<p>
+Wondered what was in it;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thought she'd like to see;<br>
+Crept a little nearer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Slyly as could be.<br>
+<p>
+Cream was very low down;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jug was very high;<br>
+"Must have some," said Tabby.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Even if I die!"<br>
+<p>
+Then into the cream-jug<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Popped her naughty nose;<br>
+Just what happened after,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Only Tabby knows.<br>
+<p>
+This is how we found her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Naughty little cat!<br>
+Did she get a whipping,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Think you, after that?<br>
+<p>
+Tabby was a kitten,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tabby was a thief,<br>
+Tabby tried to steal the cream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so she came to grief.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Puss</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Don't hurt the poor old cat,<br>
+There can be no fun in that;<br>
+And it would be cruel too&mdash;<br>
+She never tried to injure you.<br>
+<p>
+She, for years, has kept the house<br>
+Free from thievish rat and mouse;<br>
+Puss has always faithful been,<br>
+And has kept herself so clean.<br>
+<p>
+True, she now is getting old,<br>
+Though she once was strong and bold;<br>
+At her prey she cannot leap,<br>
+And, if caught, can scarcely keep.<br>
+<p>
+Poor old puss! 'Twould be a shame<br>
+Thee for uselessness to blame;<br>
+When though canst not active be&mdash;<br>
+Useless through infirmity.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>In the Park</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I'm a rich little kitten:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I live at my ease,<br>
+<p>
+I keep my own carriage,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I go where I please;<br>
+<p>
+My turn-out is stylish,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I nothing neglect,<br>
+<p>
+And often I notice<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That all recollect<br>
+<p>
+That a rich little kitten<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Deserves much respect.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Kitten in her Perambulator."
+src="images/page159a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Puss and her Dog Carriage."
+src="images/page159b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Puss and her Chicken Coach."
+src="images/page159c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="160"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#159">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#161">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 160&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cats playing piano, violin, and singing."
+src="images/page160a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Dead Kitten</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Don't talk to me of parties, Nan;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I really cannot go;<br>
+When folks are in affliction<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They don't go out, you know.<br>
+I have a new brown sash, too;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It seems a pity&mdash;eh?<br>
+That such a dreadful trial<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Should have come just yesterday!<br>
+<p>
+The play-house blinds are all pulled down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As dark as it can be;<br>
+It looks so very solemn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so proper, don't you see?<br>
+And I have a piece of crape<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pinned on my dolly's hat,<br>
+Tom says it is ridiculous<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For only just a cat.<br>
+<p>
+But boys are all so horrid!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They always, every one,<br>
+Delight in teasing little girls<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And kitties, "just for fun."<br>
+The way he used to pull her tail&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It makes me angry now&mdash;<br>
+And scat her up the cherry tree,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make the darling "meow!"<br>
+<p>
+I've had her all the summer.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One day, away last spring,<br>
+I heard a frightful barking,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I saw the little thing<br>
+In the corner of a fence;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'T would have made you laugh outright<br>
+To see how every hair stood out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And how she tried to fight.<br>
+<p>
+I shooed the dog away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she jumped upon my arm;<br>
+The pretty creature knew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I wouldn't do her any harm;<br>
+I hugged her close, and carried her<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To mamma, and she said<br>
+She should be my own wee kitty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If I'd see that she was fed.<br>
+<p>
+A cunning little dot she was,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With silky, soft, grey fur;<br>
+She'd lie for hours on my lap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I could hear her purr;<br>
+And then she'd frolic after<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I pulled a string about,<br>
+Or try to catch her tail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or roll a marble in and out.<br>
+<p>
+Such comfort she has been to me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm sure no one could tell,<br>
+Unless some other little girl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who loves her pussy well.<br>
+I've heard about a Maltese cross;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But my dear little kit<br>
+Was always sweet and amiable,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never cross a bit!<br>
+<p>
+But oh, last week I missed her!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I hunted all around;<br>
+My darling little pussy-cat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was nowhere to be found.<br>
+I knelt and whispered softly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When nobody could see:<br>
+"Take care of little kitty, please,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bring her back to me."<br>
+<p>
+I found her lying yesterday<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Behind the lower shed;<br>
+I thought my heart was broken<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I found that she was dead.<br>
+Tom promised me another one;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But even he can see<br>
+No other kitty ever will be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just the same to me.<br>
+<p>
+I can't go to your party, Nannie,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Maccaroons, you say?<br>
+And ice-cream? I know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I ought to try and not give way;<br>
+And I feel it would be doing wrong<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To disappoint you so.<br>
+Well, if I'm equal to it<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By to-morrow, I may go!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Sydney Dayre<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Monkey and the Nuts</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A monkey, being fond of nuts,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thought he would have some roasted;<br>
+But how was he to get them done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not liking to be toasted?<br>
+A poor young cat was passing by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And innocently watches;<br>
+The wicked monkey saw her stop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And at his victim snatches.<br>
+<p>
+"Dear pussy, you are just the one<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That I've been looking out for;<br>
+How beautiful you look to-day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But tell me what you pout for!<br>
+Upon my word I long have had<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For you a fond affection;<br>
+Now you shall stay and dine with me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or take some slight refection."<br>
+<p>
+"Twas no use for poor puss to speak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or offer to deny him,<br>
+The monkey had her in his grasp,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she could not deny him.<br>
+So he began to laugh and chat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And show a few grimaces;<br>
+Oh! if you had but seen, like me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The contrast of their faces.<br>
+<p>
+He put some nuts into her paw,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he the fire approaches,<br>
+As if a salamander she.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or made of young cockroaches.<br>
+The poor cat now began to squall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her face the fire attacking;<br>
+And sadly too, her paw was burnt,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The while the nuts were cracking.<br>
+<p>
+The monkey having feasted well<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Began to snarl and grumble,<br>
+That he should be so taken in<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With nuts he scarce could mumble.<br>
+"Dear me," he said, "how they are burnt,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And at poor pussy looking,<br>
+"I cannot think how I could bear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such miserable cooking.<br>
+<p>
+And what a fuss you make about<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little bit of warning;<br>
+I've often done the thing myself&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There's nothing so alarming.<br>
+Now take this for yourself," he said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"And next time be less squalling:"<br>
+Then gave the cat a hearty cuff,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which sent the poor thing sprawling.<br>
+<p>
+"Now let me give you this advice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For I am one of letters:<br>
+Leave off your rude, obstreperous way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When you are with your betters.<br>
+And think yourself well off," he said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"That I had mercy on you;<br>
+For many would have sent you home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without a dress upon you."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Mrs. W. Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Three cats." src="images/page160b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="161"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#160">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#162">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 161&mdash;More Pussy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Own Puss</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I wish you could just see my cat:<br>
+She's a darling, there's no doubt of that:<br>
+So soft, and so sleek, and so fat.<br>
+<p>
+Her eyes are a beautiful green,<br>
+The brightest that ever were seen:<br>
+Of cats she is truly the queen.<br>
+<p>
+She loves to lie stretched in the sun<br>
+But as soon as my lessons are done,<br>
+She is ready for frolic and fun.<br>
+<p>
+My kitty has two sets of claws,<br>
+Tucked away in those velvety paws:<br>
+She can use them, too, when there is cause.<br>
+<p>
+I cannot thin what I should do,<br>
+If, my pussy, I ever lost you:<br>
+We're so happy together, we two!<br>
+<p>
+I call her my bundle of fur:<br>
+Hark! now she's beginning to purr:<br>
+Kit loves me, and oh, I love her!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Frolicsome Kitten</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How much I want you to be quiet,<br>
+Instead of scampering away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And always making such a riot.<br>
+<p>
+There, only see! you've torn my frock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And poor mamma must put a patch in;<br>
+I'll give you a right earnest knock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To cure you of this trick of scratching.<br>
+<p>
+Nay, do not scold your little cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She does not know what 'tis you're saying;<br>
+And every time you give a pat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She thinks you mean it all for playing.<br>
+<p>
+But if your pussy understood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lesson that you want to teach her,<br>
+And did not choose to be so good,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She'd be, indeed, a naughty creature.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Putting Kitty to Bed</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Kitty, Kitty, go to sleep,<br>
+Shut your eyes, and don't you peep.<br>
+Sing with me your little song,<br>
+We will not make it very long.<br>
+<p>
+Hurry Kitty for to see<br>
+Mamma soon will come for me,<br>
+And I must see you safe in bed<br>
+All covered up except your head.<br>
+<p>
+And while I rock you in my chair,<br>
+You must purr your little prayer,<br>
+Altho' you say it soft an low,<br>
+'Twill all be just the same you know.<br>
+<p>
+Mamma makes me bend my knee,<br>
+But Kitty dear, you can't, you see,<br>
+For you're too little yet to try&mdash;<br>
+See! I'm so big, and tall, and high.<br>
+<p>
+And then you can't say any words,<br>
+No more than chicks, or little birds.<br>
+But I've heard the Bible tell<br>
+That even birds are cared for well.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+M. E. S.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Puss and her Shoe Coach." src="images/page161a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Doggy and Pussy Growling at each other."
+src="images/page161b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Pussies' Party." src="images/page161c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="162"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#161">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#163">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 162&mdash;Doggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>Old Mother Hubbard and Her Dog</b><p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Old Mother Hubbard<br>
+Went to the cupboard<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get her poor Dog a bone;<br>
+But when she got there<br>
+The cupboard was bare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so the poor Dog had none.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the baker's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him some bread,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The poor Dog looked dead.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the joiner's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him a coffin,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The poor Dog was laughing.<br>
+<p>
+She took a clean dish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get him some tripe,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was smoking a pipe.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the ale-house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get him some beer,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dog sat on a chair.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the hatter's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him a hat,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was feeding the cat.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the barber's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him a wig,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was dancing a jig.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the fruiterer's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him some fruit,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was playing the flute.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the tailor's,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him a coat,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was riding a goat.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the seamstress<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him some linen,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dog was a-spinning.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the hosier's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him some hose,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was dressed in his clothes.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the cobbler's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him some shoes,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was reading the news.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the hotel<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get him some ale,<br>
+But when she came back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was wagging his tail.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dog standing on head." src="images/page162a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went to the tavern<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For white wine and red,<br>
+But when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dog stood on his head.<br>
+<p>
+The dame made a curtsey,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dog made a bow;<br>
+The dame said "Your servant,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dog said "Bow-wow."<br>
+<p>
+This wonderful Dog<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was Dame Hubbard's delight;<br>
+He could sing, he could dance,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He could read, he could write.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him a book,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He at once took a look.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book two,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was tying his shoe.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book three,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He getting his tea.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book four,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He sat at the door.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book five,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was out for a drive.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book six<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was picking up sticks.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book seven,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was brewing some leaven.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book eight,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was baking a cake.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book nine,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He said it was fine.<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book ten,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He took it an then<br>
+<p>
+She went to Cole's Book Arcade<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To buy him book eleven,<br>
+And when she came back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He had gone up to heaven.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>To Parents And Schoolmasters</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I have been blamed for printing and distributing "Mother Hubbard." My
+answer is:&mdash;"Old Mother Hubbard" has done more towards the
+education
+of young children than perhaps any piece of reading in existence.
+Amongst the hundreds of millions of English speaking people in all
+parts of the earth, there are very few but can repeat a part or the
+whole of "Mother Hubbard," and I have seen it somewhat asserted that
+it is to be found in almost every home in the civilised world. Its
+rude style of poetry tells nothing against it. The child knows
+nothing of correct metre: as long as there is a jingling rhyme it is
+satisfied. The dog is the domestic animal in millions of families,
+and in numberless cases is actually a more loved companion then
+brothers and sisters. A simple rhyme, therefore, about this attached,
+playful, and constant companion is sure to fascinate the young, and
+it has fascinated more than a thousand millions of the little dears.
+I firmly believe that it would produce grand results if a pretty
+illustrated edition of the principal nursery rhymes were made a
+text-book in infant schools. You may try, and try, and try again, to
+drive an ordinary dry school-book lesson into the infant mind, and
+make very little progress&mdash;it is up-hill work. But take an
+illustrated edition of a nursery rhyme, say the "Death of Cock
+Robin," or "Mother Hubbard," and call the little one to you, begin to
+teach it&mdash;how eagerly, how intently does it begin to learn now!
+What
+animation in its little eyes! What music in its little, joyous,
+interested voice! It learns this lesson ten times as fast as the
+other one, and gives you ten times the pleasure in teaching it, and
+this kind of teaching gradually and insensibly leads the child into a
+love of learning: it interests and sets the young inquiring mind at
+work. We all know how much easier it is to do a work we are
+interested in than a work we are not. It is just so with the child,
+and for that reason I would commence to teach the infant mind with
+that which pleased it best, and so gradually create a love for
+reading. For years I have allowed numbers of little children, of
+their own accord, to stand and read nursery rhymes to themselves, and
+to teach other youths to read interesting and instructive fiction,
+gratis, in the Book Arcade; and I hold that, by its enticingly
+creating a love for reading, which will lead to something higher,
+time is one of the best and most effective schools in the country.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&mdash;E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="163"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#162">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#164">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 163&mdash;Doggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Tom Tinker's Dog</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art tho?<br>
+I'm Tom Tinker's dog, and I'll bite you.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puppy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There was an Old Man of Leghorn,<br>
+The smallest as ever was born;<br>
+But quickly snapt up he<br>
+Was once by a puppy,<br>
+Who devoured that Old Man of Leghorn.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Doggy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The mistress snored loud as a pig;<br>
+Jack took up his fiddle by doggy's desire,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And struck up a bit of a jig.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Hark, the Dogs bark</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beggars are coming to town;<br>
+Some in jags, some in rags,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some in velvet gown.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Poor Dog Bright</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Poor dog Bright<br>
+Ran off with all his might,<br>
+Because the cat was after him:<br>
+Poor dog Bright.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dog Blue Bell</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,<br>
+I gave him some work, and he did it very well;<br>
+I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,<br>
+He stepped into the coal-scuttle up to the chin;<br>
+I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,<br>
+He tumbled down and fell in a rage;<br>
+I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,<br>
+He came up again and said there was none there.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Dog Buff</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I had a little Dog, and they called him buff,<br>
+I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;<br>
+But he lost the bag and spilled the snuff.<br>
+So take that cuff, and that's enough.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Dog Burnt his Tail</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Ding, dong, darrow,<br>
+The cat and the sparrow;<br>
+The little dog has burnt his tail,<br>
+And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Thievish dog Fan</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Thievish dog Fan, to yell aloud began,<br>
+She burnt her mouth through stealing tripe:<br>
+Thievish dog Fan.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Quarrelsome Dogs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Old Tray and rough Growler are having a fight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So let us get out of their way;<br>
+They snarl, and they growl, and they bite,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh dear, what a terrible fray!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good Little Dog</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I will not hurt my little dog,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But stroke and pat his head;<br>
+I like to see him wag his tail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I like to see him fed.<br>
+<p>
+Poor little thing, how very good,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And very useful too.<br>
+For don't you know that he will mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What he is bid to do?<br>
+<p>
+Then I will never hurt my dog,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor ever give him pain;<br>
+But treat him kindly every day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he'll love me again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Puss on Rover's Back." src="images/page163a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Puss And Rover</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Our Pussy she is white,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our Rover he is black,<br>
+And yet he licks Pussy's face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While she stands on his back.<br>
+<p>
+Our Pussy she is little,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our Rover he is big,<br>
+And yet he likes the Pussy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Much better than the pig.<br>
+<p>
+Our Pussy she is young,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Rover he is old,<br>
+And yet he likes the Pussy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More than tons of gold.<br>
+<p>
+Our Pussy she is good,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so is Rover too,<br>
+So Pussy says, "Ta, ta." "Good-bye,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And Rover says "Adieu."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Don't Tease Dogs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Foolish Edward runs away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From the large dog with the bone;<br>
+If we do not tease or chide,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dogs will leave us quite alone.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>No Breakfast for Growler</b></center><br>
+<p>
+No, naughty Growler, get away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You shall not have a bit;<br>
+Now when I speak, how dare you stay?<br>
+I can't spare any, Sir, I say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so you need not sit.<br>
+<p>
+Poor Growler! do not make him go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But recollect, before,<br>
+That he has never served you so,<br>
+For you have given him many a blow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That patiently he bore.<br>
+<p>
+Poor growler! if he could but speak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'd tell (as well as he might)<br>
+How he would bear with many a freak,<br>
+And wag his tail, and look so meek,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And neither bark nor bite.<br>
+<p>
+Upon his back he lets you ride,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All round and round the yard;<br>
+And now, while sitting by your side,<br>
+To have a bit of bread denied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is really very hard.<br>
+<p>
+And all your little tricks he'll bear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never seem to mind;<br>
+And yet you say you cannot spare<br>
+One bit of breakfast for his share,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Although he is so kind.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good Dog Tray</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Good Dog Tray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Watched Tommy t'other day,<br>
+In the garden fast asleep:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Good Dog Tray.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Poor Old Tray</b></center><br>
+<p>
+See, here is poor old Tray;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Good dog to run so fast,<br>
+To meet my sister May and me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now school is o'er at last.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! how I love you, Tray,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You are so kind to me;<br>
+You run beside me in my walks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You sit by me at tea.<br>
+<p>
+'Tis true that I give you bits<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of cake and bread and meat;<br>
+But I'm sure you'd love as well<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you had nought to eat.<br>
+<p>
+For faithful, true, and kind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is our old darling Tray;<br>
+He guards our dwelling all the night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And plays with us by day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Doggy minds the House</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Come hither, little puppy dog,<br>
+I'll give you a nice new collar,<br>
+If you will learn to read your book<br>
+And be a clever scholar."<br>
+<p>
+"No, no!" replied the puppy dog,<br>
+"I've other fish to fry,<br>
+"For I must learn to guard your house,<br>
+And bark when thieves come nigh."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="164"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#163">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#165">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 164&mdash;Goat Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Goat Writing on Pad of Paper." src="images/page164a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>O'Grady's Goat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+O'Grady lived in shanty row,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The neighbours often said<br>
+They wished that Tim would move away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or that his goat was dead.<br>
+He kept the neighbourhood in fear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the children always vexed;<br>
+They couldn't tell jist whin or where<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The goat would pop up nexht.<br>
+<p>
+Ould Missis Casey stood wan day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The dirty clothes to rub<br>
+Upon the washboard, when she dived<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Head foremost o'er the tub;<br>
+She lit upon her back an' yelled,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As she was lying flat:<br>
+"Go git your goon an' kill the bashte."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'Grady's goat did that.<br>
+<p>
+Pat Doolan's woife hung out the wash,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the line to dry.<br>
+She wint to take it in at night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But stopped to have a cry.<br>
+The sleeves av two red flannel shirts,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tat once was worn by Pat,<br>
+Were chewed off almost to the neck.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'Grady's goat doon that.<br>
+<p>
+They had a party at McCune's,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they were having foon,<br>
+Whin suddinly there was a crash<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An' ivrybody roon.<br>
+The iseter soup fell on the floor<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An' nearly drowned the cat;<br>
+The stove was knocked to smithereens.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'Grady's goat doon that.<br>
+<p>
+O'Hoolerhan brought home a keg<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ave dannymite wan day<br>
+To blow a cistern in his yard<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An' hid the stuff away.<br>
+But suddinly an airthquake coom,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'Hoolerhan, house an' hat,<br>
+And ivrything in sight wint up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'Grady's goat doon that.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Will S. Hays<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Goat Attacking a Swing." src="images/page164b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Goat and the Swing</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little story with a moral<br>
+For the young folks who are prone to quarrel.<br>
+Old folks are wise, and do not need it,<br>
+Of course they, therefore, will not read it.<br>
+<p>
+A vicious goat, one day, had found<br>
+His way into forbidden ground<br>
+When coming to the garden-swing,<br>
+He spied a most prodigious thing,&mdash;<br>
+A ram, a monster, to his mind,<br>
+With head before and head behind!<br>
+<p>
+Its shape was odd&mdash;no hoofs were seen,<br>
+But, without legs, it stood between<br>
+Two uprights, lofty posts of oak,<br>
+With forehead ready for a stroke.<br>
+<p>
+Though but a harmless ornament<br>
+Carved of the seat, it seemed intent<br>
+On barring the intruder's way;<br>
+While he, advancing, seemed to say,<br>
+"Who is this surly fellow here,<br>
+Two heads, no tail&mdash;it's mighty queer!<br>
+A most insulting countenance!"<br>
+<p>
+With stamp of foot and angry glance<br>
+He curbed he threatening neck and stood<br>
+Before the passive thing of wood.<br>
+"You winked as I was going by!<br>
+You did not? What! tell me I lie?<br>
+Take that!" And at the swing he sprung.<br>
+<p>
+A sounding thump! It backward swung,<br>
+And set in motion by the blow,<br>
+Swayed menacingly to and fro.<br>
+"Ha! you will fight! A quarrelsome chap,<br>
+I knew you were! You'll get a rap!<br>
+I'll crack your skull!" A headlong jump;<br>
+Another and a louder bump!<br>
+<p>
+The swing, as with kindling wrath,<br>
+Came rushing back along the path.<br>
+The goat, astonished, shook his head,<br>
+Winked hard, turned round, grew mad, and said,<br>
+"Villain! I'll teach you who I am!"<br>
+(Or seemed to say,)&mdash;"you rascal ram,<br>
+To pick a fight with me, when I<br>
+So quietly am passing by!<br>
+Your head or mine!" A thundering stroke&mdash;<br>
+The cracking horns met crashing oak!<br>
+<p>
+Then came a dull and muffled sound,<br>
+And something rolled along the ground,<br>
+Got up, looked sad&mdash;appeared to say,<br>
+"Your head's too hard!"&mdash;and limped away<br>
+Quite humbly, in a rumpled coat&mdash;<br>
+A dustier and a wiser goat!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. T. Throwbridge<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Swing Returning The Blow." src="images/page164c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="165"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#164">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#166">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 165&mdash;Monkey Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Meddlesome Jacko." src="images/page165a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<b>The Adventures of Meddlesome "Jacko"</b>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+These pictures we hope<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Will our little folks please,<br>
+And also to each one<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This moral convey:<br>
+"Be contented and happy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever your lot,<br>
+And don't try, as some do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To have your own way."<br>
+<p>
+Master Jacko, you see,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had a very snug home,<br>
+With plenty to eat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That was wholesome and good;<br>
+But still he did not,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We are sorry to say,<br>
+Behave in a way<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That a pet monkey should.<br>
+<p>
+For one day he said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come, I don't like at all<br>
+The life that I lead,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I cannot see why<br>
+I should not live just<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As my own master does;<br>
+This chain is not strong,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Can I break it? I'll try."<br>
+<p>
+After some little time<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Jacko snapped it in two;<br>
+Said he to himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, now where shall I go?<br>
+To the larder, I think;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For my appetite's good,<br>
+And I'm sure to find<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Something to eat there, I know."<br>
+<p>
+He entered, and as he<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was looking about<br>
+A lobster just brought<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From the shop seized his tail,<br>
+And pinched him, and nipped him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Until our young friend<br>
+Jumped about, and set up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A most piteous wail.<br>
+<p>
+Next he went to the kitchen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there he espied<br>
+A bottle of something&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ha, ha, I must taste!"<br>
+But he found it was curry,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which burnt his poor throat,<br>
+So he let drop the bottle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he ran off in haste.<br>
+<p>
+To the dining-room the<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He repaired, and he said,<br>
+"Into master's tea-pot<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The hot water I'll pour;"<br>
+But he upset the kettle,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And scalded himself,<br>
+And loudly screamed out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As he rolled on the floor.<br>
+<p>
+Quoth Jacko, "the house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Doesn't suit me at all,<br>
+I had better go back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the garden again,<br>
+And gather some peaches,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or grapes, or some plums,<br>
+And try to forget<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All my trouble and pain."<br>
+<p>
+In the corner the rogue<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Saw a bee-hive&mdash;"Why, here<br>
+Must be honey! Delicious!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said he; "Just the thing!"<br>
+So he put in his hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But he brought out the bees,<br>
+And they punished poor Jacko<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With many a sting.<br>
+<p>
+Pinched, scalded, and stung,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To his home he returned.<br>
+Reasoned he, "My past folly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I shall not regret;<br>
+For I'm sure the misfortunes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I've gone through to-day<br>
+Have taught me a lesson<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I ne'er shall forget."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Fruitless Sorrow</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little monkey,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dusky, ugly, sad,<br>
+Sat hopeless, curled<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Within his narrow cage;<br>
+Dark was the stifling room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No joy he had;<br>
+The sick air rang<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With tones of pain and rage.<br>
+<p>
+From many a prisoned<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Creature held for sale,<br>
+Stolen from the happy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Freedom of its life:<br>
+Dull drooping birds,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That uttered shriek and wail,<br>
+And beast and reptile<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Full of woe and strife.<br>
+<p>
+Into the place<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A cheerful presence came,<br>
+And kind eyes lighted<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the monkey small;<br>
+Straightway the weary<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;World was not the same<br>
+Such fortune did<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little thing befall.<br>
+<p>
+Safe in a basket<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fastened, he was sent<br>
+Across the city,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Trembling and afraid.<br>
+But once he saw his new home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What sweet content<br>
+Was his, while petted<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And caressed, he played.<br>
+<p>
+A week of bliss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alas! that it should end!<br>
+He had forgotten<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Darkness, pain, and all;<br>
+But there were monkeys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Finer than our friend,<br>
+His master's eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On such a one must fall!<br>
+<p>
+So fate had ordered,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the frisky sprite,<br>
+Dun-coloured, grey,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And streaked with cinnamon,<br>
+Born in far bright Brazil,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was bought at sight,<br>
+And all the first<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor pet's fortune won.<br>
+<p>
+They brought into<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The bright and cheerful room<br>
+The basket small<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In which he had been borne<br>
+To such a happy life.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He saw his doom<br>
+At once, the misery<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of his lot forlorn.<br>
+<p>
+The moment that<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The basket met his sight,<br>
+He dropped his head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hid his sorrowing eyes<br>
+Against his arm,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor looked to left nor right,<br>
+As any thinking<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Human creature wise.<br>
+<p>
+They took him back<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Into his noisome den,<br>
+His tiny face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Concealed as if he wept,<br>
+So helpless to resist.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Heroic men<br>
+Might such despairing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Patient calm have kept.<br>
+<p>
+Poor little thing!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if he lingers yet,<br>
+Or death has ended<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Life so hard to bear<br>
+I know not;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I never can forget<br>
+His brief rejoicing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his mute despair.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Our Own Jacko." src="images/page165b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="166"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#165">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#167">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 166&mdash;Gee Gee Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl on Horse-Drawn Cart." src="images/page166a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Horse<br></b></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The horse, the brave.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The gallant Horse&mdash;<br>
+Fit theme for the minstrel's song!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He hath good claim<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To praise and fame;<br>
+As the fleet, the kind, the strong.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Behold him free<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his native strength,<br>
+Looking fit for the sun-god's car;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a skin as sleek<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As a maiden's cheek,<br>
+And an eye like a Polar star.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who wonders not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such limbs can deign<br>
+To brook the fettering firth;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As we see him fly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The ringing plain,<br>
+And paw the crumbling earth?<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His nostrils are wide<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With snorting pride,<br>
+His fiery veins expand;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet he'll be led<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With s silken thread,<br>
+Or soothed by and infant's hand.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He owns the lion's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Spirit and might,<br>
+But the voice he has learnt to love<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Needs only be heard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he'll turn to the word,<br>
+As gentle as a dove.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Arab is wise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who learns to prize<br>
+His barb before all gold;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But us his barb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More fair than ours,<br>
+More generous, fast or bold?<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A song for the steed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The gallant steed&mdash;<br>
+Oh! grant him a leaf of bay;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For we owe much more<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To his strength and speed,<br>
+Than man can ever repay.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever his place&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The yoke, the chase,<br>
+The war-field, road, or course,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One of Creation's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brightest and best<br>
+Is the Horse, the noble Horse!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Eliza Cook<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Wonderful Horse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I've a tale to relate.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such a wonderful tale<br>
+That really I fear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My description must fail;<br>
+'Tis about a fine horse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who had powers so amazing.<br>
+He lived without eating,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or drinking, or grazing;<br>
+In fact this fine horse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was so "awfully" clever.<br>
+That left to himself<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'd have lived on forever.<br>
+<p>
+He stood in a room,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his nose in the air,<br>
+And his wide staring eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking no one knows where.<br>
+His tail undisturbed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the sting of a fly<br>
+One foot slightly raised<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As if kicking he'd try,<br>
+This wonderful horse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never slept or yet dozed,<br>
+At least if he did so,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His eyes never closed.<br>
+<p>
+"Come, gee up, old Dobbin.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Look sharp, don't you see<br>
+I want to be there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And get back before tea?"<br>
+But this obstinate horse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never offered to prance,<br>
+Or made an attempt<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At the slightest advance;<br>
+Harry slashed him so hard.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That he slashed off one ear,<br>
+Then his mane tumbled off,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And poor Dobbin looked queer.<br>
+<p>
+With spur, and with whip,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And with terrible blows,<br>
+He soon was deprived<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of one eye, and his nose,<br>
+While his slightly-raised foot<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Found a place on the floor.<br>
+The tail once so handsome<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was handsome no more,<br>
+And Harry, the tears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Raining down as he stood,<br>
+Cried, "Bother the horse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It is nothing but wood!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pony</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh, Brownie, our pony,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A gallant young steed,<br>
+Will carry us gaily<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'er hill, dale, and mead.<br>
+<p>
+So sure is his foot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And so steady his eye.<br>
+That even our baby<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To mount him might try.<br>
+<p>
+We haste to his stable<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see him each day,<br>
+And feed him with oats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the sweetest of hay.<br>
+<p>
+We pat his rough coat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we deck him with flowers,<br>
+Oh, never was seen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such a pony as ours.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Horse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+No one deserves to have a horse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who takes delight to beat him:<br>
+The wise will choose a better course,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And very kindly treat him.<br>
+<p>
+If ever it should be my lot&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To have, for use or pleasure,<br>
+One who could safely walk or trot<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The horse would be a treasure.<br>
+<p>
+He soon would learn my voice to know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I would gladly lead him;<br>
+And should he to the stable go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'd keep him clean and feed him.<br>
+<p>
+I'd teach my horse a steady pace.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because, if he should stumble<br>
+Upon a rough or stony place,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We might both have a tumble.<br>
+<p>
+Should he grow aged, I would still<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My poor old servant cherish;<br>
+I could not see him weak or ill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And leave my horse to perish.<br>
+<p>
+For should he get too weak to be<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My servant any longer,<br>
+I'll send him out to grass quite free,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And get another stronger.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Good Dobbin</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Oh! thank you, good Dobbin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You've been a long track,<br>
+And have carried papa<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All the way on your back;<br>
+You shall have some nice oats,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Faithful Dobbin, indeed,<br>
+For you've brought papa home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To his darling with speed.<br>
+<p>
+The howling wind blew,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the pelting rain beat,<br>
+And the thick mud has covered<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His legs and his feet,<br>
+But yet on he galloped<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In spite of the rain,<br>
+And has brought papa home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To his darling again.<br>
+<p>
+The sun it was setting<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A long while ago,<br>
+And papa could not see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The road where he should go,<br>
+But Dobbin kept on<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through the desolate wild,<br>
+And has brought papa home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Again safe to his child.<br>
+<p>
+Now go to the stable,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The night is so raw,<br>
+Go, Dobbin, and rest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your old bones on the straw:<br>
+Don't stand any longer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out here in the rain,<br>
+For you've brought papa home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To his darling again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Horse's Petition to his Master</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Up the hill, whip me not;<br>
+Down the hill, hurry me not;<br>
+In the stable, forget me not;<br>
+Of hay and corn, rob me not;<br>
+With sponge and brush, neglect me not;<br>
+Of soft, dry bed, deprive me not;<br>
+If sick or cold, chill me not;<br>
+With bit and reins, oh! jerk me not;<br>
+And when you are angry, strike me not.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mane measures 14 feet and tail 11 feet."
+src="images/page166b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="167"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#166">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#168">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 167&mdash;Gee Gee Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Scotchman Carrying Jessie's Pony."
+src="images/page167a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Work-Horses in a Park on Sunday</b></center><br>
+<p>
+'Tis Sabbath-day, the poor man walks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Blithe from his cottage door,<br>
+And to his parting young ones talks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As they skip on before.<br>
+<p>
+The father is a man of joy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From his week's toil released;<br>
+And jocund is each little boy<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see his father pleased.<br>
+<p>
+But, looking to a field at hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where the grass grows rich and high,<br>
+A no less merry Sabbath band<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of horses met my eye.<br>
+<p>
+Poor skinny beasts, that go all week<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With loads of earth and stones,<br>
+Bearing, with aspect dull and meek,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hard work, and cudgel'd bones.<br>
+<p>
+But now let loose to roam athwart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The farmer's clover-lea<br>
+With whisking tails, and jump and snort,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They speak a clumsy glee.<br>
+<p>
+Lolling across each other's necks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some look like brother's dear;<br>
+Other's are full of flings and kicks&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Antics uncouth and queer.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Superannuated Horse to His Master,<br>
+who has Sentenced him to Die<br></b></center>
+<p>
+And hast thou sealed my doom, sweet master, say?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wilt thou kill thy servant old and
+poor?<br>
+A little longer let me live, I pray;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little longer hobble round the door.<br>
+<p>
+For much it glads me to behold this place&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And house me in this hospitable shed;<br>
+It glads me more to see mu master's face,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And linger on the spot where I was bred.<br>
+<p>
+For oh! to think of what we have enjoyed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In my life's prime, e'er I was old and
+poor!<br>
+Then from the jocund morn to eve employed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My gracious master on my back I bore.<br>
+<p>
+Thrice ten years have danced on down along,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Since first to thee these way-born limbs I
+gave;<br>
+Sweet smiling years! When both of was were
+young&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The kindest master and the happiest slave.<br>
+<p>
+Ah! years sweet smiling, now for ever flown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ten years, thrice fold, alas! are as a
+day.<br>
+Yet as together we are aged grown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Together let us wear that age away.<br>
+<p>
+And hast thou fixed my doom, sweet master, say?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wilt thou kill thy servant old and
+poor?<br>
+A little longer let me live, I pray,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little longer hobble round thy door.<br>
+<p>
+But oh! Kind Nature, take thy victim's life!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thou a servant feeble, old, and poor;<br>
+So shalt thou save me from the uplifted knife,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And gently stretch me at my master's door.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Arab and His Horse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, my beauty; come, my dessert darling!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On my shoulder lay thy glossy head!<br>
+Fear not, though the barley sack be empty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Here's half of Hassan's scanty bread.<br>
+<p>
+Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thou knowest my water skin is free;<br>
+Drink and be welcome, for the wells are distant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And my strength and safety lie in thee.<br>
+<p>
+Bend thy forehead, now, to take my kisses!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lift in love thy dark and splendid eye;<br>
+Thou art glad when Hassan mounts the saddle&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou art proud he owns thee; so am I.<br>
+<p>
+Let the Sultan bring his broadest horses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Prancing with their diamond-studded reins;<br>
+They, my darling, shall not match thy fleetness,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When they course with thee the desert
+plains.<br>
+<p>
+We have seen Damascus, O my beauty!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the splendour of the pachas there;<br>
+What's their pomp and riches? Why, I would not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Take them for a handful of they hair.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Cab Horse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Pity the sorrows of a poor cab horse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose jaded limbs have many a mile to go.<br>
+Whose weary days are drawing to a close,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And but in death will he a rest e'er know.<br>
+<p>
+When the cold winds of dreary winter rage,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And snow and hail come down in blinding
+sheet,<br>
+And people refuge see 'neath roof or arch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The cab-horse stands unsheltered in the
+street.<br>
+<p>
+Though worn and weary with useful life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In patient service to his
+master&mdash;man;<br>
+No fair retirement waits his failing years,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He yet must do the utmost work he can.<br>
+<p>
+His legs are stiff, his shoulders rubbed and sore,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His knees are broken and his sight is dim,<br>
+But no physician comes his wounds to heal,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lash is all the cure that's given him.<br>
+<p>
+Ye kindly hearts that spare the whip, and stroke,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just now and then, with kindly hand, his
+mane;<br>
+Or pat his sides, or give a pleasant word,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your tender-heartedness is not in vain.<br>
+<p>
+He has not many friends to plead his cause;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He has not speech his own wrongs to
+outpour.<br>
+Pity the sorrows of a poor cab-horse;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Give him relief, and Heaven will bless your
+store.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Dobbins Saving Puss From a Dog."
+src="images/page167b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="168"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#167">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#169">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 168&mdash;Gee Gee Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Clever Horses." src="images/page168a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Farmer John</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Home from his journey Farmer John<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Arrived this morning safe and sound,<br>
+His black coat off, and his old clothes on:<br>
+"Now  I'm myself," says Farmer John.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And he thinks, "I'll look around!"<br>
+Up leaps the dog: "Get down, you pup,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are you so glad you would eat me up?"<br>
+The old cow lows at the gate to greet him.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The horses prick up their ears, to meet
+him.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, well, old Bay!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ha, ha, old Grey!<br>
+Do you get good food when I'm away?"<br>
+<p>
+"You haven't a rib!" says Farmer John:<br>
+"The cattle are looking round and sleek;<br>
+The colt is going to be a roan,<br>
+And a beauty too, how he has grown!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We'll wean the calf, next week."<br>
+Says Farmer John, when I've been off,<br>
+To call you again about the trough,<br>
+And watch you, and pet you, while you drink,<br>
+Is a greater comfort than you can think."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he pats old Bay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he slaps old Grey;<br>
+"Ah, this is the comfort of going away."<br>
+<p>
+"For after all," says Farmer John,<br>
+"The best of the journey is getting home!<br>
+"I've seen great sights, but would I give<br>
+This spot, and the peaceful life I live,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For all their Paris and Rome?<br>
+These hills for the City's stifled air,<br>
+And big hotels, all bustle and glare,<br>
+Lands all horses, and roads all stones,<br>
+That deafen your ears and batter your bones,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Would you, old Bay?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Would you, old Grey?<br>
+That's what one gets by going away."<br>
+<p>
+"I've found out this," says Farmer John,<br>
+"That happiness is not bought and sold<br>
+And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,<br>
+In nights of pleasure and days of worry,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wealth isn't all in gold,<br>
+Mortgage and stocks, and ten per cent.,<br>
+But in simple ways of sweet content.<br>
+Few wants pure hopes, and noble ends,<br>
+Some land to till and a few good friends,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like you, old Bay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And you, old Grey,<br>
+That's what I've learned by going away.<br>
+<p>
+And a happy man is Farmer John,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh! a rich and happy man is he;<br>
+He sees the peas and pumpkins growing,<br>
+The corn in tassel, and buckwheat blowing;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fruit on vine and tree.<br>
+The large kind oxen look their thanks,<br>
+As he rubs their foreheads and strokes their flanks,<br>
+The doves light round him, and strut and coo;<br>
+Says Farmer John: "I'll take you too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And you, old Bay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And you, old Grey,<br>
+The next time I travel so far away."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Horse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A horse, long us'd to bit and bridle,<br>
+But always much disposed to idle,<br>
+Had often wished that he was able<br>
+To steal unnotic'd from the stable.<br>
+<p>
+He panted from his utmost soul,<br>
+To be at nobody's control;<br>
+Go his own pace, slower or faster.<br>
+In short, do nothing&mdash;like his master.<br>
+<p>
+But yet he ne'er had got at large,<br>
+If Jack (who had him in his charge)<br>
+Had not, as many have before,<br>
+Forgot to shut the stable door.<br>
+<p>
+Dobbin, with expectation swelling,<br>
+Now rose to quit he present dwelling,<br>
+But first peep'd out with cautious fear,<br>
+T' examine if the coast was clear.<br>
+<p>
+At length he ventured from his station,<br>
+And with extreme self-approbation,<br>
+As if delivered from a load,<br>
+He gallop'd to the public road.<br>
+<p>
+And here he stood awhile debating,<br>
+(Till he was almost tired of waiting)<br>
+Which way he'd please to bend his course,<br>
+Now there was nobody to force.<br>
+<p>
+At last, unchecked by bit or rein,<br>
+He saunter'd down a pleasant lane,<br>
+And neigh'd forth many a jocund song<br>
+In triumph, as he pass'd along.<br>
+<p>
+But when dark nights began t'appear,<br>
+In vain he sought some shelter near,<br>
+And well he knew he could not bear<br>
+To sleep out in the open air.<br>
+<p>
+The grass felt damp and raw,<br>
+Much colder than his master's straw,<br>
+Yet on it he was forc'd to stretch,<br>
+A poor, cold, melancholy wretch.<br>
+<p>
+The night was dark, the country hilly,<br>
+Poor Dobbin felt extremely chilly;<br>
+Perhaps a feeling like remorse<br>
+Just now might sting this truant horse.<br>
+<p>
+As soon as day began to dawn,<br>
+Dobbin, with long and weary yawn,<br>
+Arose from this his sleepless night,<br>
+But in low spirits and bad plight.<br>
+<p>
+"If this" (thought he) "is all I get,<br>
+A bed unwholesome, cold and wet,<br>
+And thus forlorn about to roam,<br>
+I think I'd better be at home."<br>
+<p>
+'Twas long ere Dobbin could decide<br>
+Betwixt his wishes and his pride,<br>
+Whether to live in all this danger,<br>
+Or go back sneaking to the manger.<br>
+<p>
+At last his struggling pride gave way,<br>
+To thought of savoury oats and hay<br>
+To hungry stomach, was a reason<br>
+Unanswerable at this season.<br>
+<p>
+So off he set, with look profound,<br>
+Right glad that he was homeward bound;<br>
+And, trotting fast as he was able,<br>
+Soon gain'd once more his master's stable.<br>
+<p>
+Now Dobbin, after his disaster,<br>
+Never again forsook his master,<br>
+Convinc'd he'd better let him mount.<br>
+Than travel on his own account.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Doggie Feeding Gee Gee." src="images/page168b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="169"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#168">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#170">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 169&mdash;Donkey Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Oh! What a Long Donkey." src="images/page169a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Cottager's Donkey</b></center><br>
+<p>
+No wonder the Cottager<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Looks with Pride<br>
+On the well-fed donkey<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That stands at his side;<br>
+For he works, and he lives<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As hard as he,<br>
+And a creature more useful<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There cannot be.<br>
+<p>
+He knows the Cottager's<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wife and child,<br>
+And he loves to play<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With that dog so wild;<br>
+And though sometimes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So staid and still,<br>
+He can roll in the meadow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With right good will.<br>
+<p>
+He knows the road<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the market well,<br>
+Where garden vegetables<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He goes to sell:<br>
+And though it is hilly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And far, and rough,<br>
+He thinks&mdash;for a donkey,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It's well enough.<br>
+<p>
+So he trudges along,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And little he cares<br>
+How hard he works,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or how ill he fares!<br>
+Content when his home<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Appears in sight,<br>
+If his kindly master<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiles at night.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+S. V. Dodds<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Donkey</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Poor Donkey! I'll give him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A handful of grass;<br>
+I'm sure he's an honest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Though stupid, old ass.<br>
+He trots to the market<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To carry the sack,<br>
+And lets me ride all the<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Way home on his back;<br>
+And only just stops<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the ditch for a minute,<br>
+To see if there's any<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fresh grass for him in it.<br>
+<p>
+'Tis true, now and then<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He has got a bad trick<br>
+Of standing stock-still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And just trying to kick:<br>
+But then, poor old fellow!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You know he can't tell<br>
+That standing stock-still<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is not using me well;<br>
+For it never comes into<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His head, I dare say,<br>
+To do his work first,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then afterwards play.<br>
+<p>
+No, no, my good donkey!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll give you some grass,<br>
+For you know no better,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because you're an ass;<br>
+But what little donkeys<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some children must look,<br>
+Who stand, very like you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Stock-still at their book,<br>
+And waste every moment<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of time as it passes&mdash;<br>
+A great deal more stupid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And silly than asses!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Ride</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Up and down on Neddy's back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking turns they go,<br>
+Part the time with trot so fast,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Part with pace so slow.<br>
+<p>
+Little sisters side by side,<br>
+Sharing each the fun and ride.<br>
+Neddy thinks, "it can't hurt me,<br>
+But gives the children fun, you see."<br>
+And so he lends himself that they<br>
+May happy be this pleasant day.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Old Jack, the Donkey</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Old Jack was as sleek<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And well looking an ass<br>
+As ever on common<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Munched thistle or grass;<br>
+And&mdash;though 'twas not gaudy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That jacket of brown&mdash;<br>
+Was the pet of the young<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the pride of the town.<br>
+<p>
+And indeed he might well<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Look so comely and trim,<br>
+When his young master, Joe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was so gentle to him;<br>
+For never did child<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More affection beget<br>
+Than was felt by young Joe<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For his four-footed pet.<br>
+<p>
+Joe groomed him and fed him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, each market day,<br>
+Would talk to his darling<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The whole of the way;<br>
+And Jack before dawn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would be pushing the door,<br>
+As though he would say,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Up Joe; slumber no more."<br>
+<p>
+One day Jack was wandering<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Along the roadside,<br>
+When an urchin the donkey<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Maliciously eyed;<br>
+And aiming too surely<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At Jack a sharp stone,<br>
+It struck the poor beast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just below the shin bone.<br>
+<p>
+Joe soothed and caressed him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And coaxed him until<br>
+They came to a stream<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the side of the hill;<br>
+And with cool water<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He washed the swoll'n limb,<br>
+And after this fashion<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Kept talking to him:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Poor Jack did they pelt him&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The cowards, so sly!<br>
+I wish I'd been there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With my stick, standing by:<br>
+It doesn't bleed now&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twill be well in a trice;<br>
+There, let me just wash it&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now isn't that nice?"<br>
+<p>
+And Jack nestled down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his soft velvet nose,<br>
+And close as he could,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Under Joe's ragged clothes;<br>
+And he looked at his master,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As though he would say&mdash;<br>
+"I'm sure I can never<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your kindness repay."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+S. W. P.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Donkey's Song</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Please, Mr Donkey, Sing a song,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A black-bird said, one day.<br>
+The don-key o-pened wide his mouth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The black-bird flew a-way.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Ass</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The Ass, when treated well by man,<br>
+To pleas him will do all he can;<br>
+But if his master uses him ill,<br>
+He will not work, but stand stock-still,<br>
+<p>
+To market he will carry peas,<br>
+And coals, or any thing you please;<br>
+He is not over-nice with meat,<br>
+For thorns and thistles he will eat.<br>
+<p>
+He drinks no water but what's clean;<br>
+His nose he puts not in the stream;<br>
+His feet he does not like to wet,<br>
+But out of dirty roads will get.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Poor Donkey's Epitaph</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Down in this ditch poor donkey lies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who jogg'd with many a load;<br>
+And till the day death clos'd his eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Brows'd up and down this road.<br>
+<p>
+No shelter had he for his head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever winds might blow;<br>
+A neighb'ring commons was his bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tho' drest in sheets of snow.<br>
+<p>
+In this green ditch he often stray'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To nip the dainty grass;<br>
+And friendly invitations bray'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To some more hungry ass.<br>
+<p>
+Each market-day he jogg'd along<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath the gard'ner's load,<br>
+And snor'd out many a donkey's song<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To friends upon the road.<br>
+<p>
+A tuft of grass, a thistle green,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or cabbage-leaf so sweet,<br>
+Were all the dainties, he was seen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For twenty years to eat.<br>
+<p>
+And as for sport, the sober soul<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was such a steady Jack,<br>
+He only now and then would roll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Heels upward, on his back.<br>
+<p>
+But all his sport, and dainties too,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And labours now are o'er.<br>
+Last night so bleak a tempest blew,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He could withstand no more.<br>
+<p>
+He felt his feeble limbs grow cold,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His blood was freezing slow,<br>
+And presently you might behold<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Him dead upon the snow.<br>
+<p>
+Poor donkey! travellers passing by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy cold remains shall view;<br>
+And 'twould be well if all who die<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To duty were as true.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Anne Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="170"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#169">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#171">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 170&mdash;Moo Moo Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Oh my! What an Awful Long Cow."
+src="images/page170a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Cow and The Ass</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Beside a green meadow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A stream us'd to flow,<br>
+So clear one might see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The white pebbles below;<br>
+To this cooling brook<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The warm cattle would stray,<br>
+To stand in the shade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On a hot summer's day.<br>
+<p>
+A cow, quite oppress'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With the heat of the sun,<br>
+Came here to refresh<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As she often had done,<br>
+And standing quite still,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning over the stream,<br>
+Was musing, perhaps;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or perhaps she might dream.<br>
+<p>
+But soon a brown ass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of respectable look<br>
+Came trotting up also,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To taste of the brook,<br>
+And to nibble a few<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the daisies and grass.<br>
+"How d'ye do?" said the cow:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"How d'ye do?" said the ass.<br>
+<p>
+"Take a seat," cried the cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Gently waving her hand.<br>
+"By no means, dear madam,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said he, "while you stand."<br>
+Then stooping to drink,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a complaisant bow,<br>
+"Ma'am, your health." said the ass;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thank you, sir," said the cow.<br>
+<p>
+When a few of these compliments<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;More had been pass'd,<br>
+They laid themselves down<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the herbage at last;<br>
+And waited politely<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(As gentlemen must),<br>
+The ass held his tongue,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That the cow might speak first.<br>
+<p>
+Then, with a deep sigh,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She directly began,<br>
+"Don't you think, Mr. Ass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We are injured by man?<br>
+'Tis a subject that lies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a weight on my mind:<br>
+We certainly are much<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Oppress'd by mankind.<br>
+<p>
+"Now what is the reason<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(I see none at all)<br>
+That I always must go<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When Suke pleases to call?<br>
+Whatever I'm doing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;('Tis certainly hard),<br>
+I'm forc'd to leave off<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To be milked in the yard.<br>
+<p>
+"I've no will of my own,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But must do as they please,<br>
+And give them my milk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make butter and cheese;<br>
+I've often a great mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To kick down the pail,<br>
+Or give Suke a box<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On the ears with my tail."<br>
+<p>
+"But ma'am," said the ass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Not presuming to teach&mdash;<br>
+O dear, I beg pardon&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pray finish your speech;<br>
+I thought you had finish'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed," said the swain,<br>
+"Go on, and I'll not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Interrupt you again."<br>
+<p>
+"Why, sir, I was only<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just going to observe,<br>
+I'm resolved that these tyrants<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No longer I'll serve;<br>
+But leave them for ever<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To do as they please,<br>
+And look somewhere else<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For their butter and cheese."<br>
+<p>
+Ass waited a moment,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see if she'd done,<br>
+And then, "Not presuming<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To teach," he begun.<br>
+"With submission, dear madam,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To your better wit,<br>
+I own I am not quite<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Convinced by it yet.<br>
+<p>
+"That you're of great service<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To them is quite true,<br>
+But surely they are<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of some service to you.<br>
+'Tis their pleasant meadow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In which you regale;<br>
+They feed you in winter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When grass and weeds fail.<br>
+<p>
+"And then a warm cover<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They always provide,<br>
+Dear madam, to shelter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your delicate hide,<br>
+For my own part, I know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I receive much from man,<br>
+And for him, in return,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I do all I can."<br>
+<p>
+The cow, upon this,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cast her eyes on the grass,<br>
+Not pleas'd at thus being<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Reproved by an ass,<br>
+Yet, thought she, "I'm determined<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll benefit by't,<br>
+For I really believe<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That the fellow is right."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Cow</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Come, children, listen to me now,<br>
+And you will hear about the cow;<br>
+You'll find her useful, alive or dead,<br>
+Whether she's black, or white, or red.<br>
+<p>
+When milkmaids milk her morn and night<br>
+She gives them milk so fresh and white,<br>
+And this we, little children, think<br>
+Is very nice for us to drink.<br>
+<p>
+The curdled milk they press and squeeze,<br>
+And so they make it into cheese;<br>
+The cream they skim and shake in churns,<br>
+And then it soon to butter turns.<br>
+<p>
+And when she's dead, her flesh is good,<br>
+For beef is a very wholesome food,<br>
+But though 'twill make us brave and strong,<br>
+To eat too much, you know, is wrong.<br>
+<p>
+Her skin, with lime and bark together,<br>
+The tanner tans, and makes into leather,<br>
+And without that, what should we do<br>
+For soles of every boot and shoe?<br>
+<p>
+The shoemaker cuts it with his knife<br>
+And bound the tops are by his wife;<br>
+And so they nail them to the last,<br>
+And then they stitch them tight and fast.<br>
+<p>
+The hair that grows upon her back<br>
+Is taken, whether white or black,<br>
+And mix'd with plaster, short or long,<br>
+Which makes it very firm and strong.<br>
+<p>
+And, last of all, if cut with care,<br>
+Her horns make combs to comb our hair;<br>
+And so we learn&mdash;thanks to our teachers&mdash;<br>
+That cows are very useful creatures.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Bad Boys Painting a Poor White Cow."
+src="images/page170b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="171"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#170">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#172">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 171&mdash;Moo Moo Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Dancing Cow." src="images/page171a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Cowboy's Song</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mooly cow, mooly cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Home from the wood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They sent me to fetch you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As fast as I could.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The sun has gone down&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is time to go home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mooly cow, mooly cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why don't you come?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your udders are full,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the milkmaid is there,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the children are all waiting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their suppers to share.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I have let the long bars down&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why don't you pass thro'"<br>
+The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mooly cow, mooly cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Have you not been<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Regaling all day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where the pastures are green?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No doubt it was pleasant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dear Mooly, to see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The clear running brook<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the wide-spreading tree,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The clover to crop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the streamlet to wade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To drink the cool water<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And lie in the shade;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But now it is night&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They are waiting for you."<br>
+The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mooly cow, mooly cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where do you go<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When all the green pastures<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are covered in with snow?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You can go to the barn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And we feed you with hay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the maid goes to milk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You there, every day;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She pats you, she loves you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She strokes your sleek hide,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She speaks to you kindly,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And sits by your side:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then come along home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pretty Mooly cow, do."<br>
+The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mooly cow, mooly cow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whisking your tail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The milkmaid is waiting,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I say, with her pail;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She tucks up her petticoats,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tidy and neat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And places the three-legged<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stool for her seat.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What can you be staring at,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mooly? You know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That we ought to have gone<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Home an hour ago.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How dark it is growing!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O, what shall I do?"<br>
+The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>That Calf</b></center><br>
+<p>
+To the yard, by the barn,<br>
+Came the farmer one morn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And calling the cattle, he said,<br>
+While they trembled with fright:<br>
+"Now which of you, last night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shut the barn door while I was abed?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Each one of them all shook his head.<br>
+<p>
+Now the little calf Spot,<br>
+She was down in the lot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the way the rest talked was a shame;<br>
+For no one, night before,<br>
+Saw her shut up the door;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But they said that she did, all the same,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For they always made her take the blame.<br>
+<p>
+Said the horse (dapple gray),<br>
+"I was not up that way<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Last night, as I recollect;"<br>
+And the bull, passing by,<br>
+Tossed his horns very high,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And said, "Let who may be here object,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I say this, that calf I suspect.<br>
+<p>
+Then out spoke the cow,<br>
+"It is terrible now,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To accuse honest folks of such tricks."<br>
+Said the cock in the tree,<br>
+"I'm sure 'twasn't me;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the sheep all cried, "Bah! (there were
+six)<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now that calf's got herself in a fix."<br>
+<p>
+"Why, of course we all knew<br>
+'Twas the wrong thing to do,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said the chickens. "Of course," said the
+cat.<br>
+"I suppose," cried the mule,<br>
+Some folks think me a fool,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But I'm not quite as simple as that;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The poor calf never knows what she's at."<br>
+<p>
+Just that moment, the calf,<br>
+Who was always the laugh<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the jest of the yard, came in sight.<br>
+"Did you shut my barn door?"<br>
+Asked the farmer once more,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I did, sir, I closed it last night,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said the calf; "and I thought that was
+right."<br>
+<p>
+Then each one shook his head,<br>
+"She will catch it," they cried,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Serves her right for her meddlesome
+ways."<br>
+Said the farmer, "Come here,<br>
+Little bossy, my dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You have done what I cannot repay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And your fortune is made from to-day.<br>
+<p>
+"For a wonder, last night,<br>
+I forgot the door quite,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if you had not shut it so neat,<br>
+All my colts had slipped in,<br>
+And gone right to the bin,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And got what they ought not to eat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'd have founded themselves on wheat."<br>
+<p>
+The each hoof of them<br>
+All began to loudly to bawl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The very mule smiled, the cock crew;<br>
+"Little Spotty, my dear,<br>
+You're a favourite here,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They cried, "we all said it was you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We were so glad to give you your due."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the calf answered knowingly, "Boo!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Phoebe Cary<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Sea-Cow Walking." src="images/page171b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="172"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#171">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#173">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 172&mdash;Baa Baa Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl feeding Pet Lamb." src="images/page172a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Lost Lamb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Storm upon the mountain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rainy torrents beating,<br>
+And the little snow-white lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bleating, ever bleating!<br>
+Storm upon the mountain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Night upon its throne,<br>
+And the little snow-white lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left alone, alone!<br>
+<p>
+Down the glen the shepherd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Drives his flock afar;<br>
+Through the murky mist and cloud,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shines no beacon star.<br>
+Fast he hurries onward,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never hears the moan<br>
+Of the pretty snow-white lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left alone, alone!<br>
+<p>
+Up the glen he races,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Breasts the bitter wind,<br>
+Scours across the plain, and leaves<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wood and wold behind;&mdash;<br>
+Storm upon the mountain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Night upon its throne&mdash;<br>
+There he finds the little lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left alone, alone!<br>
+<p>
+Struggling, panting, sobbing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Kneeling on the ground,<br>
+Round the pretty creature's neck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both his arms were wound;<br>
+Soon, within his bosom,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All its bleatings done,<br>
+Home he bears the little lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left alone, alone!<br>
+<p>
+Oh! the happy faces,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the shepherd's fire!<br>
+High without the tempest roars,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the laugh rings higher,<br>
+Young and old together<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Make that joy their own&mdash;<br>
+In their midst the little lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left alone, alone!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+T. Westwood<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pet Lamb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The dew was falling fast,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The stars began to blink;<br>
+I heard a voice; it said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Drink, pretty creature, drink!"<br>
+And looking o'er the hedge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before me I espied<br>
+A snow-white mountain lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a maiden by its side.<br>
+<p>
+Nor sheep nor kine were near;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lamb was all alone,<br>
+And by a slender cord<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was tethered to a stone;<br>
+With one knee on the grass<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did the little maiden kneel,<br>
+While to this mountain lamb.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She gave its evening meal.<br>
+<p>
+"What ails thee, young one; what?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why pull so at thy cord?<br>
+Is it not well with thee?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Well both for bed and board?<br>
+Thy plot of grass is soft,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And green as grass can be;<br>
+Rest, little young one, rest;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What is't that aileth thee?<br>
+<p>
+"What is it thou would'st seek?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What is wanting to thy heart?<br>
+Thy limbs, are they not strong?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And beautiful thou art.<br>
+This grass is tender grass;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;These flowers they have no peers;<br>
+And that green corn all day long<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is rustling in they ears!<br>
+<p>
+"Rest little young one, rest;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hast thou forgot the day<br>
+Why my father found the first<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In places far away;<br>
+Many flocks were on the hills,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But thou wert owned by none,<br>
+And thy mother from thy side<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For evermore was gone.<br>
+<p>
+"He took thee in his arms,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And in pity brought thee home;<br>
+Oh! blessed day for thee!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then whither would'st thou roam?<br>
+A faithful nurse thou hast;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The dam that did the yean<br>
+Upon the mountain top<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;No kinder could have been.<br>
+<p>
+"Thou know'st that thrice a day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I have brought thee in this can<br>
+Fresh water from the brook,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As clear as ever ran.<br>
+And twice, too, in the day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the ground is wet with dew,<br>
+I bring thee draughts of milk&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Warm milk it is, and new.<br>
+<p>
+"Here, then, thou need'st not dread<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The raven in the sky;<br>
+Night and day thou'rt safe;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Our cottage is hard by.<br>
+Why bleat so after me?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Why pull so at thy chain?<br>
+Sleep, and at break of day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will come to thee again."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Wordsworth<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Visit to the Lambs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Mother, let's go and see the lambs;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This warm and sunny day<br>
+I think must make them very glad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And full of fun and play.<br>
+<p>
+Ah, there they are. You pretty things!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Now, don't you run away;<br>
+I'm come on purpose, that I am,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see you this fine day.<br>
+<p>
+What pretty little heads you've got,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And such good-natured eyes!<br>
+And ruff of wool all round your necks&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How nicely curl'd it lies!<br>
+<p>
+Come here, my little lambkin, come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lick my hand&mdash;now do!<br>
+How silly to be so afraid!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed I won't hurt you.<br>
+<p>
+Just put your hand upon its back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mother, how nice and warm!<br>
+There, pretty lamb, you see I don't<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Intend to do you harm.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Easy Poetry<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Girl embracing Lamb." src="images/page172b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="173"></a><br>
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+<br>
+<img alt="Girl leading lamb." src="images/page173a.png">
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+<center><b>The Pet Lamb</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once on a time, a shepherd lived<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Within a cottage small;<br>
+The grey thatched roof was shaded by<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An elm-tree dark and tall;<br>
+While all around, stretched far away,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A wild and lonesome moor,<br>
+Except a little daisied field<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before the trellised door.<br>
+<p>
+Now, it was on a cold March day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When on the moorland wide<br>
+The shepherd found a trembling lamb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By its mother's side;<br>
+And so pitiful it bleated,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As with the cold it shook,<br>
+He wrapped it up beneath his coat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And home the poor lamb took.<br>
+<p>
+He placed it by the warm fireside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then his children fed<br>
+This little lamb, whose mother died,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With milk and sweet brown bread,<br>
+Until it ran about the floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or at the door would stand;<br>
+And grew so tame, it ate its food<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From out the children's hand.<br>
+<p>
+It followed them where'er they went,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Came ever at their call,<br>
+And dearly was this pretty lamb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beloved by them all.<br>
+And often on a market-day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When cotters crossed the moor,<br>
+They stopped to praise the snow-white lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beside the cottage door;<br>
+<p>
+They patted it upon its head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And stroked it with the hand,<br>
+And vowed it was the prettiest lamb<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'd seen in all the land.<br>
+<p>
+Now, this kind shepherd was as ill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As ill as he could be,<br>
+And kept his bed for many a week,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And nothing earned he;<br>
+And when he had got well again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He to his wife did say,<br>
+"The doctor wants his money, and<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I haven't it to pay.<br>
+<p>
+"What shall we do, what can we do?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The doctor made me well,<br>
+There's only one thing can be done,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We must the pet lamb sell;<br>
+We've nearly eaten all the bread,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And how can we get more,<br>
+Unless you call the butcher in<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When he rides by the door?"<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, do not sell my white pet lamb,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then little Mary said,<br>
+"And every night I'll go up stairs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without my tea to bed;<br>
+Oh! do not sell my sweet pet lamb;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And if you let it live,<br>
+The best half of my bread and milk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I will unto it give."<br>
+<p>
+The doctor at that very time<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Entered the cottage door,<br>
+As, with her arms around her lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She sat upon the floor.<br>
+"For if the butcher buys my lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He'll take away its life,<br>
+And make its pretty white throat bleed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his sharp cruel knife;<br>
+<p>
+"And never in the morning light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Again it will me meet,<br>
+Nor come again to lick my hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Look up upon me and bleat."<br>
+"Why do you weep, my pretty girl?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The doctor then did say.<br>
+"Because I love my little lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which must be sold to-day;<br>
+<p>
+It lies beside my bed at night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, oh, it is so still,<br>
+It never made a bit of noise<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When father was so ill.<br>
+"Oh do not let them sell my lamb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then I'll go to bed,<br>
+And never ask for aught to eat<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But a small piece of bread."<br>
+"I'll buy the lamb and give it you,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The kind, good doctor said,<br>
+"And with the money that I pay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your father can buy bread.<br>
+"As for the bill, that can remain<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Until another year."<br>
+He paid the money down, and said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The lamb is yours, my dear:<br>
+<p>
+You have a kind and gentle heart,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And God, who made us all,<br>
+He loveth well those who are kind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To creatures great and small;<br>
+"And while I live, my little girl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your lamb shall not be sold,<br>
+But play with you upon the moor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sleep within the fold."<br>
+<p>
+And so the white pet lamb was saved,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And played upon the moor,<br>
+And after little Mary ran<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About the cottage-floor.<br>
+It fed upon cowslips tall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And ate the grass so sweet,<br>
+And on the little garden-walk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pattered its pretty feet;<br>
+<p>
+And with its head upon her lap<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little lamb would lay<br>
+Asleep beneath the elm-tree's shade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the summer's day,<br>
+While she twined the flowers around its neck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And called it her, "Sweet May."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Thomas Miller<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mary after two years absence does not know her own
+Pet Lamb." src="images/page173b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
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+<h3>Page 174&mdash;Piggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Two Pigs." src="images/page174a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pig, He is a Gentleman</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The pig, he is a gentleman,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And never goes to work;<br>
+He eats the very best of food<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Without knife or fork.<br>
+<p>
+The pig, he is a gentleman,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And drinks the best of milk;<br>
+His clothes are good, and thick, and strong<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And wear as well as silk.<br>
+<p>
+The pig he, is a gentleman,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And covers up his head,<br>
+And looks at you with one eye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And grunts beneath his bed.<br>
+<p>
+He eats, and drinks, and sleeps all day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Just like his lady mother,<br>
+His father, uncle, and his aunt,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His sister, and his brother.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pigs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Do look at those pigs, as they lie in the straw,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Little Richard said to papa;<br>
+"They keep eating longer than ever I saw,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What nasty fat gluttons they are!"<br>
+<p>
+"I see they are feasting," his father replied,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"They ear a great deal, I allow;<br>
+But let us remember, before we deride,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.<br>
+<p>
+"But when a great boy, such as you my dear Dick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Does nothing but eat all the day,<br>
+And keeps sucking good things till he makes himself
+sick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What a glutton, indeed, we may say.<br>
+<p>
+"When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;<br>
+Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he may laugh at the pigs."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+J. T.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Five Little Pigs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Five lit-tle fingers<br>
+And five lit-tle pigs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of each I've a story to tell;<br>
+Look at their faces<br>
+And fun-ny curl-ed tails,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And hear what each one be-fell.<br>
+<p>
+Ring-tail, that stead-y<br>
+And good lit-tle pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To mark-et set off at a trot;<br>
+And brought him his bas-ket<br>
+Quite full of nice things,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Con-tent-ed and pleas-ed with his lot.<br>
+<p>
+Young Smil-er, the next,<br>
+Was a stay at home pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lik-ed his pipe, and to sit at his ease;<br>
+He fell fast a-sleep,<br>
+Burned his nose with his pipe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a-woke with a ve-ry loud sneeze.<br>
+<p>
+Num-ber three was young Long-snout<br>
+Who ate up the beef.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He was both greed-y and fat;<br>
+He made him-self ill<br>
+By eat-ing too much,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he was sor-ry for that.<br>
+<p>
+And poor lit-tle Grun-ter&mdash;<br>
+You know he had none&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pig-gy so hun-gry and sad!<br>
+He si-lent-ly wiped<br>
+The salt tears from his eyes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I think it was real-ly too bad.<br>
+<p>
+Young Squeak-er cried, "Wee, wee, wee,"<br>
+All the way home,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pig-gy so fret-ful was he;<br>
+He got a good whip-ping,<br>
+Was sent off to bed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And de-served it, I think you must see.<br>
+<p>
+Oh, these five lit-tle pigs,<br>
+How they've made child-ren laugh<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In ages and ages now past!<br>
+And they'll be quite as fun-ny,<br>
+In years yet to come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While small toes and small fing-ers last.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Self-willed Pig</b></center><br>
+<p>
+It happened one day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As the other pigs tell,<br>
+In the course of their walk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They drew near to a well,<br>
+So wide and so deep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With so smooth a wall round,<br>
+That a pig tumbling in<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was sure to be drowned.<br>
+<p>
+But a perverse little brother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Foolish as ever,<br>
+Still boasting himself<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Very cunning and clever,<br>
+Now made up his mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That, whatever befell,<br>
+He would run on before<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And jump over the well.<br>
+<p>
+Then away he ran fast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To one side of the well,<br>
+Climbed up on the wall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Slipped, and headlong he fell;<br>
+And now from the bottom<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His pitiful shout<br>
+Was, "Oh mother! I'm in;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pray do help me out!"<br>
+<p>
+She ran to the side<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When she heard his complaint,<br>
+And she then saw him struggling,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Weakly and faint,<br>
+Yet no help could she give!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But, "My children," cried she,<br>
+"How often I've feared<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A sad end his would be!"<br>
+<p>
+"Oh, mother, dear mother;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The drowning pig cried,<br>
+"I see all this comes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of my folly and pride!"<br>
+He could not speak more,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But he sank down and died,<br>
+Whilst his mother and brothers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wept round the well-side!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Pig Going To Market." src="images/page174b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="175"></a><br>
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+<h3>Page 175&mdash;Piggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="School Boy Pigs." src="images/page175a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Three Naughty Pigs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three naughty pigs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All in one pen,<br>
+Drank up the milk<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Left by the men,<br>
+Then all the three<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fast as they could,<br>
+Dug their way out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To find something good.<br>
+<p>
+Out in the garden<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A maiden fair<br>
+Had set some flowers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of beauty rare.<br>
+<p>
+Out in the garden<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A merry boy<br>
+Had planted seeds,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With childish joy,<br>
+<p>
+One naughty pig<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ran to the bed;<br>
+Soon lay the flowers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Drooping and dead.<br>
+<p>
+To naughty pigs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dug up the seeds,<br>
+And left, for the boy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not even weeds.<br>
+<p>
+Three naughty pigs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Back in the pen,<br>
+Never could do<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such digging again.<br>
+<p>
+For, in their noses,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Something would hurt<br>
+Whenever they tried<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To dig in the dirt.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Biddy</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Biddy O'Toole, on her three-legged stool,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was 'atin' her praties so hot;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whin up stepped the pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wid his appetite big,<br>
+And Biddy got down like a shot.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Spectre Pig</b></center><br>
+<p>
+It was the stalwart butcher man<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That knit his swarthy brow,<br>
+And said the gentle pig must die,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sealed it with a vow.<br>
+<p>
+And oh! it was the gentle pig<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lay stretched upon the ground,<br>
+And ah! it was the cruel knife<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His little heart that found.<br>
+<p>
+They took him then those wicked men,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They trailed him all along;<br>
+They put a stick between his lips,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And through his heels a thong.<br>
+<p>
+And round and round an oaken beam<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A hempen cord they flung,<br>
+And like a mighty pendulum<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All solemnly he swung.<br>
+<p>
+Now say thy prayers, thou sinful man<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And think what thou hast done,<br>
+And read thy catechism well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou sanguinary one.<br>
+<p>
+For if its sprite should walk by night<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It better were for thee,<br>
+That thou were mouldering in the ground,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or bleaching in the sea.<br>
+<p>
+It was the savage butcher then<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That made a mock of sin,<br>
+And swore a very wicked oath,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He did not care a pin.<br>
+<p>
+It was the butcher's youngest son,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His voice was broke with sighs,<br>
+And with his pocket handkerchief<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He wiped his little eyes.<br>
+<p>
+All young and ignorant was he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But innocent and mild,<br>
+And, in his soft simplicity,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Out spoke the tender child&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Oh! father, father, list to me;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The pig is deadly sick,<br>
+And men have hung him by his heels,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fed him with a stick."<br>
+<p>
+It was the naughty butcher then<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That laughed as he would die,<br>
+Yet did he soothe the sorrowing child<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bid him not to cry.<br>
+<p>
+"Oh! Nathan, Nathan, what's a pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That thou shouldst weep and wail?<br>
+Come bear thee like a butcher's child,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And thou shalt have his tail."<br>
+<p>
+It was the butcher's daughter then,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So slender and so fair,<br>
+That sobbed as if her heart would break<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And tore her yellow hair.<br>
+<p>
+And thus she spoke in thrilling tone&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fell fast the tear-drops big:<br>
+"Ah! woe to me! Alas! alas!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The pig! the pig! the pig!"<br>
+<p>
+Then did her wicked father's lips<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Make merry wit her woe,<br>
+And call her many a naughty name,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Because she whimpered so.<br>
+<p>
+Ye need not weep, ye gentle ones,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In vain your tears are shed,<br>
+Ye cannot wash the crimson hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ye cannot sooth the dead.<br>
+<p>
+The bright sun folded on his breast,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His robes of rosey flame,<br>
+And softly over all the west<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The shades of evening came.<br>
+<p>
+He slept, and troops of murdered pigs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were busy in his dreams;<br>
+Loud rang their wild, unearthly shrieks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wide yawned their mortal seams.<br>
+<p>
+The clock struck twelve; the dead hath heard;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He opened both his eyes,<br>
+And sullenly he shook his tail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To lash the feeding flies.<br>
+<p>
+One quiver of the hempen cord&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One struggle and one bound&mdash;<br>
+With stiffened limb and leaded eye,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The pig was on the ground.<br>
+<p>
+And straight towards the sleeper's house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His fearful way he wended;<br>
+And hooting owl, and hovering bat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On midnight wing attended.<br>
+<p>
+Back flew the bolt, uprose the latch,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And open swung the door,<br>
+And little mincing feet were heard<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pat, pat, along the floor.<br>
+<p>
+Two hoofs upon the sanded floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And two upon the bed;<br>
+And they are breathing side by side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The living and the dead.<br>
+<p>
+"Now wake, now wake, thou butcher man!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What makes your cheeks so pale?<br>
+Take hold! take hold! thou dost not fear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To clasp a spectre's tail?"<br>
+<p>
+Untwisted every winding coil;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The shuddering wretch took hold,<br>
+Till like an icicle it seemed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So tapering and so cold.<br>
+<p>
+"Thou com'st with me, thou butcher man!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He strives to loose his grasp,<br>
+But, faster than the clinging vine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Those twining spirals clasp.<br>
+<p>
+And open, open, swung the door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And fleeter than the wind,<br>
+The shadowy spectre swept before,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The butcher trailed behind.<br>
+<p>
+Fast fled the darkness of the night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And morn rose faint and dim;<br>
+They called full loud, they knocked full long<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They did not waken him.<br>
+<p>
+Straight, straight towards that oaken beam,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A trampled pathway ran;<br>
+A ghastly shape was swinging there&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It was the butcher man.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+O. W. Holmes<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="176"></a><br>
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+<h3>Page 176&mdash;Piggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Little Dame Crump</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Little Dame Crump,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With her little hair broom,<br>
+One morning was sweeping<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her little bedroom,<br>
+When, casting he little<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Grey eyes on the ground,<br>
+In a sly little corner<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A penny she found.<br>
+<p>
+"Dear me!" cried the Dame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;While she started with surprise,<br>
+"How lucky I am<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To find such a prize!<br>
+To market I'll go,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a pig I will buy,<br>
+And little John Grubbins<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall make him a sty."<br>
+<p>
+So she washed her face clean,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And put on her gown,<br>
+And locked up the house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And set off for town.<br>
+Then to market she went,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a purchase she made<br>
+Of a little white pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a penny she paid.<br>
+<p>
+Having purchased the pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was puzzled to know<br>
+How they both should get home;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So fearing least piggie<br>
+Should play her a trick,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She drove him along<br>
+With a little crab stick.<br>
+<p>
+Piggie ran till they came<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the foot of a hill,<br>
+Where a little bridge stood<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'er the stream of a mill;<br>
+Piggie grunted and squeaked,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But not further would go:<br>
+Oh, fie! Piggie, fie!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To serve little Dame so.<br>
+<p>
+She went to the mill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And she borrowed a sack<br>
+To put the pig in,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And take him on her back:<br>
+Piggie squeaked to get out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the little Dame said,<br>
+"If you won't go of yourself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You then must be made."<br>
+<p>
+At last when the end<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of her journey had come,<br>
+She was awfully glad<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She had got the pig home:<br>
+She carried him straight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To his nice little sty,<br>
+And gave him some hay<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some straw, nice and dry.<br>
+<p>
+With a handful of peas<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Piggie she fed,<br>
+And put on her night-cap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And got into bed:<br>
+Having first said her prayers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And put out the light;<br>
+And being quite tired,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We'll wish her  good night.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Chinese Pig</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Old Madam Grumph, the pig, had got<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pig-sty of her own;<br>
+She is a most un-com-mon pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And likes to live alone.<br>
+<p>
+A red-tiled roofing covers in<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The one half of her sty;<br>
+And, half sur-round-ed by a wall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is open to the sky.<br>
+<p>
+There stands the trough, they keep it fill'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With pig-wash and with parings;<br>
+And all the other pigs declare<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Dame Grumph has dainty fairings.<br>
+<p>
+They like to see what she's about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And poke their noses through<br>
+A great hole in the pig-sty door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From whence they get a view.<br>
+<p>
+The pigs, that run about the yard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are very lean and tall,<br>
+With long hind legs&mdash;but Madam Grumph<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is round as any ball.<br>
+<p>
+One autumn day, when she awoke<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;('Twas very cold and raw),<br>
+She found a litter of young pigs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Half buried in the straw.<br>
+<p>
+"Humph," said the dame, "now let me see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How many have I got."<br>
+She counted, "Six and four are ten,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Two dead ones in the lot.<br>
+<p>
+"Eight&mdash;That's a nice round family;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A black one and two white;<br>
+The rest are spotted like myself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With prick ears&mdash;that's all right.<br>
+<p>
+"What's to be done with those dead things,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They'd better be thrown out,"<br>
+Said she, and packed the litter round<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The others with her snout.<br>
+<p>
+"What's that, old Grumphy?" said a pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose snout peeped through the door;<br>
+"There's something moving in the straw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I never saw before."<br>
+<p>
+"I wish you'd mind your own affairs,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said she, and stepp'd between<br>
+The young pigs and the pig-sty door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not wishing to be seen.<br>
+<p>
+"I hope you slept well," said the pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The wind was very high;<br>
+You are most comfortably lodged&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A most con-ve-ni-ent sty."<br>
+<p>
+"I thought I told you once before<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To mind your own affairs,"<br>
+Said she, and bristling up her back,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She bit the lean pig's ears.<br>
+<p>
+"Squeak," said the bitten pig, "sque-e-ak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Grumphy's biting hard;"<br>
+And all the lean pigs scamp-ed'd up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From all sides of the yard.<br>
+<p>
+They grumbled and they grunted loud,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The squeak'd in every key;<br>
+At last another pig peep'd through,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see what he could see.<br>
+<p>
+Dame Grumph was standing by her pigs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And looking very proud,<br>
+And all the little piggy-wigs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were squeaking very loud.<br>
+<p>
+"These lovely creatures," said old Grumph,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"These lovely pigs are mine;<br>
+There're fat and pink like human babes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Most pro-mi-sing young swine."<br>
+<p>
+"Indeed," ex-claim'd the peeping pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"I never should have thought,<br>
+They were so very promising."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Old Grumphy gave a snort.<br>
+<p>
+"They're of a most dis-tin-guished race;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My mother and her brother<br>
+Were both im-por-ted from Pekin,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My pigs are like my mother.<br>
+<p>
+"They never shall as-so-ci-ate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With long-legged pigs like you."<br>
+Said she, ad-dress-ing the lean pig,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whose snout was peeping through.<br>
+<p>
+"Begging your pardon, ma'am<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I really think," said he,<br>
+"The dif-fer-ence is not so great<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As it appears to be.<br>
+<p>
+"If you and I were bacon, ma'am<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The dif-fer-ence between<br>
+An Irish and a Chinese pig<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Would hardly then be seen.<br>
+<p>
+"Give me your comfortable sty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And some of your nice food,<br>
+Our little fa-mi-lies might prove<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In-dif-fer-ent-ly good."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Aunt Effie's Rhymes<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Madam Grump and Her Babies." src="images/page176a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="177"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#176">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#178">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 177&mdash;Piggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Old Woman and Her Pig</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once an old woman was sweeping her house, and found a crooked
+sixpence, and went to market to buy a pig. As she was coming home she
+came to a stile, and the pig would not get over it: so she went a
+little farther and met a dog, and said to the dog:&mdash;
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Dog, dog, bite pig;<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;But the dog would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met a stick, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Stick, stick, beat dog; dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the stick would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met a fire, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Fire, fire, burn stick; stick won't beat dog,<br>
+Dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the fire would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met some water, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Water, water, quench fire,<br>
+Fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the water would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met an ox, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Ox, ox, drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the ox would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met a butcher, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Butcher, butcher, kill ox,<br>
+Ox won't drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the butcher would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met a rope, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Rope, rope, hang butcher.<br>
+Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the butcher would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met a rat, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Rat, rat, gnaw rope;<br>
+Rope won't hang butcher,<br>
+Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the rat would not.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+She went a little farther and met a cat, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Cat, cat, kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope,<br>
+Rope won't hang butcher,<br>
+Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me
+a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the old woman to
+the cow, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Cow, cow, give me some milk, cat won't kill rat,<br>
+Rat won't gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher,<br>
+Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+But the cow said to her, "If you will go to yonder haymakers and
+fetch me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk."
+<p>
+So away the old woman went to the haymakers and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Haymakers, give me a wisp of hay;<br>
+Cow won't give me milk, cat won't kill rat,<br>
+Rat won't gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher,<br>
+Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,<br>
+Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,<br>
+Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,<br>
+Piggy won't get over the stile,<br>
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+But the haymakers said to her, "If you will go and fetch
+us a
+bucket of water, we'll give you the hay." So away the old
+woman
+went; but she found the bucket was full of holes. So she
+covered
+the bottom with pebbles, and then filled the bucket with
+water,
+and away she went back with it to the haymakers; and they
+gave her
+a wisp of hay.<br>
+<p>
+As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the
+milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat. As soon as
+the cat had drank the milk, the cat began to kill the rat, the rat
+began to gnaw the rope, the rope began to hang the butcher, the
+butcher began to kill the ox, the ox began to drink the water, the
+water began to quench the fire, the fire began to burn the stick,
+the stick began to beat the dog, the dog began to bite to pig, the
+pig in a great fright jumped over the stile, and so the old woman
+got home that night in time to boil some apple dumplings for her
+husband's supper.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Flying Pig." src="images/page177a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Flying Pig</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dickery, dickery dare,<br>
+The pig flew up in the air,<br>
+But Patrick Brown soon brought him down,<br>
+Dickery, dickery, dare.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Story of the Three Little Pigs</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once there was an old pig, who had three little pigs, and sent them
+out to seek their fortune. The first one went and built a house with
+straw, and soon after a wolf came and knocked at the door and said,
+"Little pig, let me come in." But the little pig said, "No, no by the
+hair of my chin." The wolf then said, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and
+I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and blew the
+house in, and ate up the little pig.
+<p>
+The next little pig built a house with sticks, and the old wolf came
+along and called out, "Little pig, let me come in." And the little
+pig answered, "No, no, by the hair of my chin." "Then," says the
+wolf, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he
+huffed and he puffed, and blew the house down, and ate up the little
+pig also.
+<p>
+The third little pig built a house with bricks. Just after along came
+the old wolf, and said, "Little pig, let me come in." The little pig
+said, "No, no, by the hair of my chin." "Then I'll huff and I'll
+puff, and I'll blow your house down." Well, he huffed and he puffed,
+and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed; but he
+could not get the house down.
+<p>
+When he found he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow
+the house down, he said "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
+field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig. "Oh, in Mr. Smith's
+home field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call
+for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner."
+<p>
+"Very well," said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you
+mean to go?" "Oh, at six o'clock." Well, the little pig got up at
+five, and got the turnips before the wolf came, which he did about
+six, and said, "Little pig, are you ready?" The little pig said,
+"Ready; I've been and come back again and got a nice potful for
+dinner."
+<p>
+The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to
+the little pig somehow or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know
+where there is a nice apple tree." "Where?" said the little pig.
+"Down at Merry Garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not
+deceive me I will come for you at five o'clock to-morrow, and we will
+go together and get some apples."
+<p>
+Well, the pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock, and went
+off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he
+had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was
+coming down from it he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may
+suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said,
+"Little pig, what; are you here before me? Are they nice apples?"
+<p>
+"Yes, very," said the little pig, "I will throw you down one." And he
+threw it so far that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the
+little pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the wolf came
+again, and said "Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this
+afternoon, will you go?" Oh, yes," said the pig, "I will go: what
+time shall you be ready?" "At three," said the wolf.
+<p>
+So the little pig went off before the time as usual, got to the fair,
+and bought a butter-churn, which he was going home with, when he saw
+the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into
+the churn to hide, and by doing so turned it around, and it rolled
+down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much
+that he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little
+pig's house and told him how frightened he had been by a great round
+thing which came down the hill past him.
+<p>
+Then the little pig said "Ha! I frightened you, then. I had been to
+the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you I got into it
+and rolled down the hill." Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and
+declared he would eat up the little pig, and that he would get down
+the chimney after him.
+<p>
+When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung onto the pot full
+of water, and made up a blazing fire, and just as the wolf was coming
+down, took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put
+on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for
+supper, and lived happy ever afterwards.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="178"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#177">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#179">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 178&mdash;Rabbit Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Gentlemen Rabbits." src="images/page178a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Wild Rabbits</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Among the sand-hills,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Near by the sea,<br>
+Wild young rabbits<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Were seen by me.<br>
+<p>
+They live in burrows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With winding-ways,<br>
+And there they shelter<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On rainy days.<br>
+<p>
+The mother rabbits<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Make cosy nests,<br>
+With hairy linings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From their breasts.<br>
+<p>
+The tender young ones<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are nursed and fed,<br>
+And safely hidden<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In this warm bed.<br>
+<p>
+And when they are older,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They all come out<br>
+Upon the sand-hills<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And frisk about.<br>
+<p>
+They play and nibble<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The long, dry grass,<br>
+But scamper away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whenever you pass.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Disobedient Bunny</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pert little rabbit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Once lived in a hole,<br>
+And just did whatever he pleased;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His ways were so funny,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;His antics so droll,<br>
+That his parents were terribly teased.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Now, dear," said his mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;"You'd best stay at home,<br>
+And try to be patient and good."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But No! he was fully<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Determined to roam<br>
+Through the green and beautiful wood.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So what did he do?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;On a fine summer day,<br>
+When mother was not to be seen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He took to his heels,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And scampered away<br>
+Right over the meadow so green.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He shook his long ears,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;And he whisked up his tail,<br>
+His eyes dancing with glee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As onward he ran<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Through a beautiful vale,<br>
+And oh! how delighted was he!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas not very long<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Till he found a haystack,<br>
+Where of course there was shelter and food.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Said he to himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;"Now, I'll never go back<br>
+To my stupid old home in the wood.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll dig myself a nice den<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;For myself in the hay;<br>
+How warm it will be and how nice!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why in my old burrow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Full many a day<br>
+I've often felt colder than ice!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So bunny soon dug him<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;A nice little hole,<br>
+And made it as round as an O;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And really he looked<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;So exceedingly droll,<br>
+You'd have laughed had you seen him, I know.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But evening drew on,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;It was lonely and dark,<br>
+So Bunny lay down in his den;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Said he to himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;"I'll get up with the lark,<br>
+And won't I be ravenous then!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"For really this hay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Though it does for a nest,<br>
+Is somewhat too dry for my food;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At home there is clover,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;The thing I love best,<br>
+And lettuce and carrots so good.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I wish I had some<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;At this moment! but then<br>
+I'm out on my travels just now,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And I greatly prefer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;To reside in this den,<br>
+Than at home where there's often a row!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah, well! I feel sleepy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;I'd best go to bed&mdash;<br>
+But what is that noise that I hear?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There seems to be someone<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Right over my head,<br>
+I hope that no wild beasts are near!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile an old fox<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;With a great bushy tail<br>
+Was prowling about and around,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But poor little Bunny<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was hidden so well<br>
+That never a bit was he found!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When morning had come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;And the fox disappeared,<br>
+Then Bunny came forth to the light,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Said he to himself,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;"It was just as I feared,<br>
+A fox has been here through the night.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I think I had better<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Go scampering home<br>
+To the dear little home in the wood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And never, oh never<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again will I roam,<br>
+Or leave my dear mother so good."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Away then he ran,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Without once looking back,<br>
+Till he saw the dear home he loved best.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And mother came hopping<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Along the hard track<br>
+To welcome him home to the nest.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And, oh! such a breakfast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Before him there lay,<br>
+Such clover and grass from the wood;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And always I've heard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;From that terrible day,<br>
+That Bunny is patient and good.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+B. R. McKean<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pet Rabbit</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I have a little Bunny<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his coat as soft as down,<br>
+And nearly all of him is white<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Except one bit of brown.<br>
+The first thing in the morning,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I get out of bed,<br>
+I wonder if my bunny's still<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Safe in his shed.<br>
+<p>
+And then the next thing that I do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I daresay you have guessed;<br>
+It's at once to go and see him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I am washed and dressed.<br>
+And every day I see him,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I like him more and more,<br>
+And each day he is bigger<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Than he was the day before.<br>
+<p>
+I feed him in the morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With bran and bits of bread.<br>
+And every night I take some straw<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make his little bed.<br>
+What with carrots in the morning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And turnip-tops for tea,<br>
+If a bunny can be happy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm sure he ought to be.<br>
+<p>
+Then when it's nearly bed-time<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I go down to his shed,<br>
+And say "Good-night, you bunny!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Before I go to bed,<br>
+I think there's only one thing<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That would make me happy quite,<br>
+If I could take my bunny dear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With me to bed at night.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Robert Mack<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Working Rabbit." src="images/page178b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="179"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#178">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#180">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 179&mdash;Hare Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mouse and Frog riding Hare." src="images/page179a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Little Hare</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Beyond the palings of the park<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A Hare had made her form,<br>
+Beneath a drooping fern, that made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A shelter snug and warm.<br>
+<p>
+She slept until the daylight came,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all thinks were awake,<br>
+And then the Hare, with noiseless steps,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Crept softly from the brake.<br>
+<p>
+She stroked her whiskers with her paws,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Looked timidly around<br>
+With open eyes and ears erect<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That caught the smallest sound.<br>
+<p>
+The Field-Mouse rustled in the grass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Squirrel in the trees,<br>
+But Puss was not at all afraid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of common sounds like these.<br>
+<p>
+She frisked and gambolled with delight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And cropped a leaf or two<br>
+Of clover and of tender grass,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That glistened in the dew.<br>
+<p>
+What was it, then, that made her start,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And run away so fast?<br>
+She heard the distant sound of hounds,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She heard the huntsman's blast.<br>
+<p>
+Tally-ho!-hoy tally-ho!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The hounds are in full cry;<br>
+Ehew! ehew&mdash;in scarlet coats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The men are sweeping by.<br>
+<p>
+So off she set with a spring and a bound,<br>
+Over the meadows and open ground,<br>
+Faster than hunter and faster than hound<br>
+And on&mdash;and on&mdash;till she lost the sound,<br>
+And away went the little Hare.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Aunt Effie<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Peter and the Hare</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Thoughtless little Peter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With his little gun,<br>
+Went out by the woodside<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For a little fun;<br>
+Saw a happy little hare,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who on clover fed&mdash;<br>
+With his little gun took aim<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And shot him in the head.<br>
+<p>
+Thoughtful little Peter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sad for what he'd done,<br>
+Sat down on a stump, and there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By it laid his gun;<br>
+Wished that he could bring to life<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That little hare so still;<br>
+"Never more," said he, "will I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A harmless creature kill."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Epitaph on a Hare</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Here lies whom hound did ne'er pursue,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor swifter greyhound follow,<br>
+Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo.<br>
+<p>
+Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who, nursed with tender care,<br>
+And to domestic bounds confined,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Was still a wild Jack-hare.<br>
+<p>
+Though duly from my hand he took<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His pittance every night,<br>
+He did it with a jealous look,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And when he could he would bite.<br>
+<p>
+On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;On pippin's russet peel;<br>
+And when his juicy salads fail'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sliced carrot pleased him well.<br>
+<p>
+A Turkey carpet was his lawn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Whereon he loved to bound,<br>
+To skip and gambol like a fawn,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And swing himself around.<br>
+<p>
+His frisking was at evening hours<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For then he'd lost his fear!<br>
+But most before approaching showers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or when a storm drew near.<br>
+<p>
+Eight years and five round-rolling moons<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He thus saw steal away,<br>
+Dozing out all his idle noons<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And every night at play.<br>
+<p>
+I kept him for his humour's sake,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he would oft beguile<br>
+My heart of thoughts that made it ache,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And force me to a smile.<br>
+<p>
+But now, beneath this walnut shade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He finds his long last home,<br>
+And waits, in snug concealment laid<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till gentler puss shall come.<br>
+<p>
+He, still more aged, feels the shocks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From which no care can save;<br>
+And partner once of Tiney's box,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Must soon partake his grave.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+William Cowper<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Punch's Appeal for the Hunted Hare</b></center><br>
+<p>
+All on the bare and bleak hillside,<br>
+One night this merry Christmastide,<br>
+A shivering hunted hare did hide;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Poor Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+Though we had hunted puss all day,<br>
+The wind had blown her scent away,<br>
+And balked the dogs, so there she lay,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Poor Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+There to the earth she humbly crept,<br>
+There brooding o'er her lot she wept,<br>
+There, on her empty stomach she slept.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Poor Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+And there, while frozen fell the dew,<br>
+She dreamt an ugly dream or two,<br>
+As starved, wet folk are apt to do,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Did Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+Loud hungry hounds of subtle ken,<br>
+And thundering steeds, and hard-eyed men,<br>
+Are fast on Pussy's trail again,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Poor Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+Onwards she strains, on, as they tear<br>
+Foremost amongst the foremost there,<br>
+Are ruthless women's faces fair;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Poor Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+One moment's check, to left, to right,<br>
+In vain she spends her little might,<br>
+Some yokel's eyes have marked her flight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Poor Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+What use her fine small wits to rack!<br>
+Closer, and faster on her track<br>
+Hurries the hydra-headed pack,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Lost Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+"For pity's sake, kind huntsman, stop!<br>
+Call off the dogs before I drop,<br>
+And kill me with your heavy crop."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Shrieks Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+With shuddering start and stifled scream,<br>
+She wakes!&mdash;She finds it all a dream;<br>
+How kind the cold, cold earth doth seem<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+To Pussy!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Hare and the Tortoise." src="images/page179b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="180"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#179">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#181">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 180&mdash;Rat Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Gentleman Rat." src="images/page180a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Pied Piper of Hamelin<br></b>
+&mdash;or&mdash;<br>
+<b>The Vanished Children</b><br></center>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Hamelin Town's in Brunswick<br>
+By famous Hanover city;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The river Weser, deep and wide,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Washes its wall on the southern side.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pleasanter spot you never spied;<br>
+But, when begins my ditty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Almost five hundred years ago,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To see the townsfolk suffer so<br>
+From vermin was a pity.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rats!<br>
+They fought the dogs and killed the cats,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bit the babies in the cradles,<br>
+And ate the cheeses out of the vats,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And licked the soup from the cook's own
+ladles,<br>
+Split open the kegs of salted sprats,<br>
+Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,<br>
+And even spoiled the women's chats,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By drowning their speaking,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With shrieking and squeaking<br>
+In fifty different sharps and flats.<br>
+<p>
+At last the people in a body<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the Town Hall came flocking:<br>
+"'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And as for our Corporation&mdash;shocking<br>
+To think we buy gowns lined with ermine<br>
+For dolts that can't or won't determine<br>
+What's best to rid us of our vermin!<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The mayor and Town Councillors were greatly perplexed what to do,
+when there entered a strange-looking piper, and offered to charm away
+all the rats for a thousand guilders. The council joyfully agreed to
+this, and at once:&mdash;
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Into the street the Piper swept,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling first a little smile,<br>
+As if he knew what magic slept<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In his quiet pipe the while:<br>
+Then, like a musical adept,<br>
+To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,<br>
+And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled<br>
+Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;<br>
+And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,<br>
+You heard as if an army muttered;<br>
+And the muttering grew to a grumbling;<br>
+And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.<br>
+<p>
+Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,<br>
+Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,<br>
+Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,<br>
+Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Families by tens and dozens,<br>
+Brothers, sisters, husbands wives&mdash;<br>
+Followed the Piper for their lives.<br>
+From street to street he piped advancing,<br>
+Until they came to river Weser<br>
+Wherein all plunged and perished<br>
+&mdash;Save one.<br>
+<p>
+You should have heard the Hamelin people<br>
+Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long
+poles!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poke out the nests and block up the holes!<br>
+Consult with carpenters and builders,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And leave in our town not even a trace<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the rats!"&mdash;when suddenly up the
+face<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the Piper perked in the market-place,<br>
+With a "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The mayor and Councillors abused the Piper, refused to pay him the
+thousand guilders, and offered him fifty and a drink, he refused to
+take less than they had offered, and said:
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Folks who put me in a passion<br>
+May find me pipe to another fashion,"<br>
+"How?" cried the Mayor, "d'ye think I'll brook<br>
+Being worse treated than a crook?<br>
+Insulted by a lazy ribald<br>
+With idle pipe and vesture piebald?<br>
+You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,<br>
+Blow your pipe there till you burst!"<br>
+Once more he stept into the street:<br>
+And to his lips again<br>
+Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;<br>
+And ere he blew three notes (such sweet<br>
+Soft notes as yet musicians cunning<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Never gave the enraptured air),<br>
+There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling<br>
+Of merry crowds pustling, at pitching and hustling,<br>
+Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,<br>
+Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering,<br>
+And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is
+scattering,<br>
+Out came the children running,<br>
+All the little boys and girls,<br>
+With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,<br>
+And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,<br>
+Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after<br>
+The wonderful music with shouting laughter.<br>
+<p>
+The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood<br>
+As if they were carved into blocks of wood,<br>
+Unable to move a step, or cry<br>
+To the children merrily skipping by&mdash;<br>
+And could only follow with the eye<br>
+That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.<br>
+But how the Mayor was on the rack,<br>
+And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,<br>
+As the Piper turned from the High street<br>
+To where the Weser rolled its waters<br>
+Right in the way of their sons and daughters!<br>
+However he turned from South to West,<br>
+And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,<br>
+And after him the children pressed;<br>
+Great was the joy in every breast.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"He never can cross that mighty top!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He's forced to let the piping drop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we shall see out children stop!"<br>
+When lo! as they reached the mountain's side,<br>
+A wondrous portal opened wide,<br>
+As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed<br>
+And the Piper advanced and the children followed.<br>
+And when all were in to the very last,<br>
+The door in the mountain-side shut fast,<br>
+Did I say all? No! one was lame,<br>
+And could not dance the whole of the way!<br>
+<p>
+And in after years, if you would blame<br>
+His sadness, he was used to say&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's dull in our town since my playmates
+left;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I can't forget that I'm bereft<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of all they pleasant sights they see,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which the Piper also promised me;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Joining the town and just at hand,<br>
+Where waters gushed and fruit trees grew,<br>
+And flowers put forth a fairer hue.<br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="181"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#180">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#182">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 181&mdash;Rat Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+And everything was strange and new;<br>
+The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,<br>
+And their dogs outran our fellow deer,<br>
+And honey-bees had lost their stings;<br>
+And horses were born with eagles' wings,<br>
+And just as I became assured<br>
+My lame foot would be speedily cured,<br>
+The music stopped, and I stood still,<br>
+And found myself outside the Hill,<br>
+Left alone against my will,<br>
+To go now limping as before,<br>
+And never hear of that country more!"<br>
+Alas, alas for Hamelin!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There came into many a burgher's pate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A text which says, that Heaven's Gate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Opens to the Rich at as easy rate<br>
+As the needle's eye takes a camel in!<br>
+<p>
+The mayor sent East, West, North and South,<br>
+To offer the Piper by word of mouth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wherever it was men's lot to find him,<br>
+Silver and gold to his heart's content,<br>
+If he'd only return the way he went,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And bring the children all behind him.<br>
+But at length they saw 'twas a lost endeavour,<br>
+For Piper and dancers were gone for ever.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Browning<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Wicked Bishop Hatto</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The summer and autumn had been so wet<br>
+That in winter the corn was growing yet;<br>
+'Twas a piteous sight to see all around<br>
+The grain lie rotting on the ground.<br>
+<p>
+Every day the starving poor<br>
+Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door,<br>
+For all the neighbourhood could tell<br>
+His granaries were furnished well.<br>
+<p>
+At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day<br>
+To quiet the poor without delay:<br>
+He bade them to his great Barn repair<br>
+And they should have food for the winter there.<br>
+<p>
+Rejoiced such tidings good to hear,<br>
+The poor folk flocked from far and near;<br>
+So the great Barn was full as it could hold<br>
+Of women and children, and young and old.<br>
+<p>
+Then when he saw it could hold no more,<br>
+Bishop Hatto he made fast the door;<br>
+And while for mercy with shrieks they call,<br>
+He set fire to the Barn and burnt them all,<br>
+<p>
+"A rare and excellent bonfire!" quoth he,<br>
+"And the country is greatly obliged to me,<br>
+For ridding it in these times forlorn<br>
+Of Rats that only consume the corn."<br>
+<p>
+So then to his palace returned he,<br>
+And he sat down to supper merrily,<br>
+And he slept that night like an innocent man;&mdash;<br>
+But Bishop Hatto never slept again.<br>
+<p>
+In the morning as he entered the hall,<br>
+Where his picture hung against the wall,<br>
+A sweat like death all over him came,<br>
+For the Rats had eaten it out of the frame.<br>
+<p>
+As he looked, there came a man from his farm,<br>
+He had a countenance white with alarm;&mdash;<br>
+"I opened your granaries this morn,<br>
+And the Rats had eaten all the corn."<br>
+<p>
+Another came running presently,<br>
+And he was pale as pale could be;&mdash;<br>
+"Fly! my Lord Bishop, without delay,<br>
+Ten thousand rats are coming this way."<br>
+<p>
+"I'll go to my tower on the Rhine," quoth he,<br>
+"'Tis the safest place in Germany;<br>
+The walls are high and the shores are steep,<br>
+And the stream is long and the water deep."<br>
+<p>
+Bishop Hatto fearfully hastened away,<br>
+And he crossed the Rhine without delay,<br>
+And reached his tower, and barred with care<br>
+All the windows, doors, and loopholes there.<br>
+<p>
+He laid him down, and closed his eyes.<br>
+But soon a scream made him arise:<br>
+He started, and saw two eyes of flame<br>
+On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.<br>
+<p>
+He listened, and looked&mdash;it was only the cat;<br>
+But the Bishop grew more fearful for that,<br>
+For she sat screaming, mad with fear,<br>
+At the army of rats that were drawing near.<br>
+<p>
+For they have swum over the river so deep,<br>
+And they have climed the shores so steep,<br>
+And up the tower their way is bent,<br>
+To do the work for which they were sent.<br>
+<p>
+They are not to be told by the dozen or score&mdash;<br>
+By the thousands they come, and by myriads, and more;<br>
+Such numbers have never been heard of before,<br>
+Such a judgement had never been witnessed of yore.<br>
+<p>
+Down on his knees the Bishop fell,<br>
+And faster and faster his beads did tell,<br>
+As louder and louder, drawing near,<br>
+The gnawing by their teeth he could hear.<br>
+<p>
+And in at the windows, and in at the door,<br>
+And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,<br>
+And down from the ceiling, and up from the floor,<br>
+From the right and the left, from behind and before,<br>
+From within and without, from above and below;<br>
+And all at once to the Bishop they go.<br>
+<p>
+They have whetted their teeth against the stones,<br>
+And now they pick the Bishop's bones;<br>
+They gnawed the flesh from every limb,<br>
+For they were sent to do judgement on him.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+R. Southey<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>What became of them!</b></center><br>
+<p>
+He was a rat, and she was a rat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And down in one hole they did dwell,<br>
+And both were as black as a witch's cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they loved one another well.<br>
+<p>
+He had a tail, and she had a tail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Both long and curling and fine,<br>
+And each said, "Yours is the finest tail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the world, excepting mine."<br>
+<p>
+He smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And they both pronounced it good;<br>
+And both remarked it would greatly add<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the charms of their daily food.<br>
+<p>
+So he ventured out, and she ventured out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I saw them go with pain;<br>
+But what befel them I never can tell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For they never came back again.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Rats Carrying Home an Egg." src="images/page181a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="182"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#181">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#183">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 182&mdash;Mousey Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Gingerbread Cat." src="images/page182a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Gingerbread Cat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A baby-girl, on Christmas night<br>
+Had filled her little apron white<br>
+With all a happy child could take<br>
+Of Christmas toys and Christmas cake;<br>
+<p>
+But on the stairway she let fall<br>
+The chiefest treasure of them all&mdash;<br>
+A little cat of gingerbread<br>
+All frosted white from tail to head.<br>
+<p>
+Now in the moonlit midnight time,<br>
+When merry mice do run and climb,<br>
+A plump gray mouse come down the stair<br>
+And saw the Christmas cake-cat there.<br>
+<p>
+She stood still in her cruel fright<br>
+And gazed upon the monster white<br>
+Who seemed to feel as great surprise,<br>
+And stared with both his raisin eyes.<br>
+<p>
+Poor mousie dared not, could not stir!<br>
+Her little brain was in a whirr!<br>
+Five minutes&mdash;ten&mdash;but not a paw<br>
+Had puss put forth! "I never saw<br>
+<p>
+A cat like this!" the poor mouse said.<br>
+A brave bold thought came in her head&mdash;<br>
+Her wee heart beating pit-a-pat,<br>
+She moved her own paw&mdash;touched the cat&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+Then sprang upon it with a squeal<br>
+And made a most delicious meal<br>
+"Ho! ho!" she cried, "Sugar! spice!<br>
+And everything that's good and nice&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+That's what cats are made of,<br>
+The cats that we're afraid of!"<br>
+Then up the stairs she madly pranced,<br>
+And o'er the attic floor she danced<br>
+<p>
+And then she stood upon her head<br>
+And to her 'stonished friends she said,<br>
+"O, joy to every mouse and rat,<br>
+For I have eaten up the cat!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Mice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The mice are in their holes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And there they hide by day;<br>
+But when 'tis still at night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They all come out to play.<br>
+<p>
+They climb up on the shelves,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And taste of all they please;<br>
+They drink the milk and cream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And eat the bread and cheese.<br>
+<p>
+But if they hear the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At once they stop their fun;<br>
+In fright they seek their holes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As fast as they can run.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Three Mice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three Mice went into<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A hole to spin,<br>
+Puss came by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Puss peeped in;<br>
+What are you doing,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My little old men?<br>
+We're weaving coats<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For gentlemen.<br>
+Shall I come and help you<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To wind up your threads?<br>
+Oh, no, Mrs. Pussy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You'd bite off our heads!<br>
+<p>
+Says Pussy, "You are<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So wondrous wise<br>
+I love your whiskers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And round black eyes;<br>
+Your house is the prettiest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;House I see.<br>
+And I think there is room<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For you and me."<br>
+The mice were so pleased<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That they opened the door,<br>
+And Pussy soon laid them<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All dead on the floor.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>"Run Mousey, Run!"</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I am sitting by the fireside,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Reading, and very still,<br>
+There comes a little sharp-eyed mouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And run about he will.<br>
+<p>
+He flies along the mantelpiece<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He darts beneath the fender;<br>
+It's just as well that Jane's not here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or into fits he'd send her.<br>
+<p>
+And now he's nibbling at some cake<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She left upon the table.<br>
+He seems to think I'm somebody<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To hurt a mouse unable.<br>
+<p>
+Run, mousey, run! I hear the cat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's scratching at the door,<br>
+Once she comes in, you'll have no chance<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath her savage claw.<br>
+<p>
+Run, mousey, run! I hear Jane's foot,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She's coming up to bed,<br>
+If puss but makes a spring at you,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor mousey, you'll be dead!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Mouse Caught in a Cage</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I'm only a poor little mouse, ma'am!<br>
+I live in the wall of your house, ma'am!<br>
+With a fragment of cheese, and a very few peas,<br>
+I was having a little carouse, ma'am!<br>
+<p>
+No mischief at all I intend, ma'am!<br>
+I hope you will act as my friend, ma'am!<br>
+If my life you should take, many hearts it would
+break,<br>
+And the trouble would be without end, ma'am!<br>
+<p>
+My wife lives in there in the crack, ma'am!<br>
+She's waiting foe me to come back, ma'am!<br>
+She hoped I might find a bit of rind,<br>
+Or the children their dinner will lack, ma'am!<br>
+<p>
+I never was given to strife, ma'am!<br>
+(Don't look at that terrible knife, ma'am!)<br>
+The noise overhead that disturbs you in bed,<br>
+'T is the rats, I will venture my life, ma'am!<br>
+<p>
+In your eyes I see mercy I'm sure, ma'am!<br>
+Oh, there's no need to open the door, ma'am!<br>
+I'll slip through the crack, and I'll never come back,<br>
+Oh I'll never come back any more, ma'am!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Foolish Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In a crack, near the cupboard,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With dainties provided,<br>
+A certain young mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With her mother resided;<br>
+So securely they lived,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In that snug, quiet spot,<br>
+Any mouse in the land<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Might have envied their lot.<br>
+<p>
+But one day the young mouse,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which was given to roam,<br>
+Having made an excursion<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some way from her home,<br>
+On a sudden returned,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With such joy in her eyes,<br>
+That her grey, sedate parent<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Expressed some surprise,<br>
+<p>
+"Oh mother," said she,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"The good folks of this house<br>
+I'm convinced, have not any<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ill-will to a mouse;<br>
+And those tales can't be true<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You always are telling,<br>
+For they've been at such pains<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To construct us a dwelling.<br>
+<p>
+"The floor is of wood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And the walls are of wires<br>
+Exactly the size that<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One's comfort requires;<br>
+And I'm sure that we there<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall have nothing to fear,<br>
+If ten cats, with kittens,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At once should appear.<br>
+<p>
+"And then they have made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such nice holes in the wall,<br>
+One could slip in and out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With no trouble at all;<br>
+But forcing one through<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such rough crannies as these,<br>
+Always gives one's poor ribs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A most terrible squeeze.<br>
+<p>
+"But the best of all is,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They've provided, as well,<br>
+A large piece of cheese,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of most exquisite smell;<br>
+'Twas so nice, I had put<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In my head to go through,<br>
+When I thought it my duty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To come and fetch you."<br>
+<p>
+"Ah, child," said the mother,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Believe, I entreat,<br>
+Both the cage and the cheese<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Are a terrible cheat;<br>
+Do not think all that trouble<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They took for our good,<br>
+They would catch us and kill us<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All there if they could.<br>
+<p>
+"Thus they've caught and killed scores,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I never could learn,<br>
+That a mouse who once entered<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Did ever return."<br>
+Let young people mind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What the old people say.<br>
+And, when danger is near them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Keep out of the way.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="183"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#182">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#184">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 183&mdash;Mousey Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mice helping their comrade out of a trap."
+src="images/page183a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Clever and Good Mother Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+One Summer day the sun shone bright,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Mid sweet flowers roved the bee,<br>
+And I wandered in a garden old<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beside the deep blue sea.<br>
+<p>
+But close at hand, a shady path,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath some beech trees wound,<br>
+And there. that sultry summer day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A pleasant seat I found.<br>
+<p>
+Suddenly, just beside my chair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A little sound I heard;<br>
+A scratch upon the gravel path,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As of a mouse or bird.<br>
+<p>
+I turned my head; there, on the path,<br>
+&nbsp;What strange sight did I see!<br>
+A little mouse, and in her mouth<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Another still more wee.<br>
+<p>
+Softly she crept across the path,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, her journey done,<br>
+In a hole beneath the green grass verge<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She laid her little one.<br>
+<p>
+And back and forth from side to side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I watched her carry five<br>
+Sweet little mice, her own dear brood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Long tailed, and all alive.<br>
+<p>
+She never wearied in her work,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet oh! so small was she!<br>
+And thus, that bright, hot summer day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She moved her nursery.<br>
+<p>
+Dear mother mouse! My verse has told<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Your patient loving deed;<br>
+Methinks our boys and girls may learn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Some lessons as they read.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Francis E. Cooke<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The True History of a Poor Little Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A poor little mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Had once made him a nest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he fancied, the warmest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;And safest, and best,<br>
+That a poor little mouse could enjoy;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So snug and convenient,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So out of the way.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This poor little mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;And his family lay,<br>
+They fear'd neither pussy nor boy.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was in a store<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;That was seldom in use,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where shavings and papers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Were scattered in loose,<br>
+That this poor little mouse made his hole,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But alas! Master Johnny<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Had seen him one day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As in a great fright<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;He had scampered away,<br>
+With a piece of plum pudding he stole.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as young Johnny<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;(Who, wicked and bad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No pitiful thoughts<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;For dumb animals had)<br>
+Descried the poor fellow's retreat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He crept to the shavings<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;And set them alight,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And, before the poor mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Could run off in its fright,<br>
+It was smother'd to death in the heat!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor mouse! how it squeak'd<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;I can't bear to relate,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor how its poor little<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Ones hopp'd in the grate,<br>
+And died, one by one, in the flame!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I should not much wonder<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;To hear, that, some night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This wicked boy's bed-curtains<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Catching alight,<br>
+He suffered exactly the same.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Ann Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Mouse's Call</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A little mouse crept out one day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When all was still about;<br>
+To dollie's house he took his way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The lady being out.<br>
+<p>
+He skipped about with bead-bright eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From table down to chair;<br>
+He thought the house was just the size<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For him to settle there.<br>
+<p>
+He found some jelly cake so nice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This naughty little mouse;<br>
+He nibbled first, then in a trice<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;'Twas gone from dollie's house.<br>
+<p>
+He curl'd himself upon the floor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To have a little nap,<br>
+When suddenly upon the floor<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There came a fearful rap.<br>
+<p>
+The mouse who had not left a crumb,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With fear began to shake,<br>
+For dollie's mistress back had come<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To get her piece of cake.<br>
+<p>
+She opened wide the little house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her doll lay on her arm,<br>
+And when she spied the trembling mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She cried out with alarm.<br>
+<p>
+She tumbled back upon the ground,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Her dear doll falling too,<br>
+While the mouse went rushing round,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Not knowing what to do.<br>
+<p>
+At last he tumbled down the stair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then to his hole he flew;<br>
+And which did most the other scare<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They never, never knew.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mouse reading 'How to Dodge the Cat'."
+src="images/page183b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="184"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#183">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#185">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 184&mdash;Froggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Kind frog carrying his wife." src="images/page184a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Foolish Frog</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In a tank at the foot of the hill<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lived Mr. and Mrs. Frog,<br>
+At the head of the sparkling rill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the side of a queachy bog;<br>
+And they had children ten&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All froggies as yellow as gold,<br>
+Who loved to play on the fen,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But they often were over-bold.<br>
+<p>
+Now it fell out one bright day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As it never had done before,<br>
+When Father Frog was away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A stickleback sailed to the door.<br>
+"Oh! Mrs. Frog," said he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Your sister is very ill;<br>
+And much she wants to see<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You down at the water mill."<br>
+<p>
+Then Mother frog showed her grief<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In such tears as you never saw;<br>
+And, having no handkerchief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She wiped her eyes with a paw.<br>
+Said she, "Now, froggies dear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;You must not go to the fen:<br>
+There is no danger here,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I'll soon come back again!"<br>
+<p>
+But the naughty little froggies,<br>
+Disobeyed their mother and went.<br>
+<p>
+Then a duck, which had lazily swum<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For hours in a reedy pool,<br>
+Seeing the shadows come,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And feeling the air grow cool.<br>
+With a "Quack, quack, quack," came out<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She meant, "It is time to sup!"<br>
+So finding the froggies about,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She gobbled them quickly up.<br>
+<p>
+So Mr. and Mrs. Frog,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By the peeping stars made bold,<br>
+Came back by the queachy bog,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To their froggies all yellow as gold.<br>
+They never saw them again&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Alas! that it should be so.<br>
+They were told not to go to the fen;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But the did not obey, you know.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+"Early Days"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Marriage of Mr. Froggie</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a Frog<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lived in a bog&mdash;<br>
+A Frog of high degree&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A stylish youth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet, forsooth,<br>
+A bachelor was he.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He had not wed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Because, he said,<br>
+He'd ne'er in all his life<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seen in the bog<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pollywog<br>
+He cared to make his wife.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But one fine day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When drest up gay,<br>
+He passed a pretty house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And there beside<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The window spied<br>
+A most attractive mouse.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He raised his hat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And gazing at<br>
+Miss Mouse, in suit of gray,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He made a bow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Likewise a vow<br>
+To marry her straightway.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he was drest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In scarlet vest,<br>
+And coat of velvet sheen<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With frills of lace,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And sword in place,<br>
+His like was nowhere seen.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His smile was bland,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His style so grand,<br>
+He said with pride, "I know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Mouse so fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Can find nowhere<br>
+So suitable a beau!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"If she'll agree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To live with me,<br>
+And be my faithful wife,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, she shall dine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;On dishes fine,<br>
+And lead an easy life."<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he went by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Mouse so shy,<br>
+Would hide her blushing face;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But truth to tell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Could see quite well<br>
+Through curtains of thin lace.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And from her nook,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ah! many a look<br>
+She gave, with heart a-stir;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And oft did she<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Confess that he<br>
+Was just the beau for her.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At last so blue<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor froggie grew,<br>
+He went up to the house<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And rang the bell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In haste to tell<br>
+His love for Mistress Mouse.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He passed the door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And on the floor<br>
+He knelt and kissed her hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wilt marry me?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He asked, while she<br>
+Her burning blushes fanned.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She answered "Yes,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As you may guess,<br>
+To Mister Frog's delight;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His arm he placed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Around her waist,<br>
+And joy was at its height.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wedding-day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was set straightway,<br>
+The town was all agog;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And gifts, not few,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Were sent unto<br>
+Miss Mouse and Mister Frog.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And never yet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was banquet set,<br>
+In country or in town,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With fare more rich<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Than that to which<br>
+The wedding guests sat down.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And, after all,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was the ball,<br>
+For which the band was hired,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And frogs and mice<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Were up in a trice,<br>
+And danced till their toes were tired.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Frogs at School</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Twenty froggies went to school,<br>
+Down beside a rushy pool;<br>
+Twenty little coats of green,<br>
+Twenty vests all white and clean,<br>
+"We must be in time," said they;<br>
+"First we study, then we play;<br>
+That is how we keep the rule<br>
+When we froggies go to school."<br>
+<p>
+Master Bullfrog, grave and stern,<br>
+Called the classes in their turn;<br>
+Taught them how to nobly strive,<br>
+Likewise how to leap and dive;<br>
+From his seat upon the log<br>
+Showed them how to say, "Ker-chog!"<br>
+Also, how to dodge a blow<br>
+From the sticks which bad boys throw.<br>
+<p>
+Twenty froggies grew up fast;<br>
+Bullfrogs they became at last;<br>
+Not one dunce among the lot,<br>
+Not one lesson they forgot.<br>
+Polished in a high degree,<br>
+As each froggie ought to be,<br>
+Now they sit on other logs,<br>
+Teaching other little frogs.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Flying Frog." src="images/page184b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="185"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#184">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#186">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 185&mdash;Froggy Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mouse that Lost her Tail</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Once upon a time a Cat and Mouse were playing together, when, quite
+by accident, the cat bit off the Mouse's tail.
+<p>
+It was very strange that the Cat did not bite off the Mouse's head.
+But this Mouse was a good Mouse, and never stole any cheese; and so
+the Cat only bit off her tail. Mousey was very much vexed to see that
+her tail was gone, so she said to Pussy&mdash;
+<p>
+"Oh, dear Pussy! do give me my tail again."<br>
+"No, that I will not," said Pussy, "till you get me some
+milk for my breakfast."<br>
+"Oh, the Cow will give me some," said the Mouse.<br>
+<p>
+So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran<br>
+Till she came to the Cow, and thus began:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Please, Cow, give me some milk. I want to give Pussy
+milk, and Pussy will give me my own tail again."<br>
+"So I will, Mousey, if you will get me some hay for my
+breakfast." said the Cow.<br>
+"Oh, the Farmer will give me some," said the Mouse.<br>
+<p>
+So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran<br>
+Till she came to the Farmer, and thus began:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Please, Mr. Farmer, give me some hay; I want to give the
+Cow hay The Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk;
+and Pussy will give me my own tail again."<br>
+"So I will, Mousey, if you get me some bread for my
+breakfast," said the Farmer.<br>
+"Oh, the Baker will give me some," said the Mouse.<br>
+<p>
+So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran<br>
+Till she came to the Baker, and thus began:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Please, Mr. Baker, give me some bread; I want to give
+the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the
+Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk;
+and Pussy will give me my own tail again."<br>
+"So I will, Mousey, if you get me some meat for my
+breakfast," said the baker.<br>
+"Oh, the Butcher will give me some," said the Mouse.<br>
+<p>
+So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran<br>
+Till she came to the Butcher, and thus began:&mdash;<br>
+<p>
+"Please, Mr. Butcher, give me some meat. I want to give
+the Baker meat. The Baker will give me some bread; I will give the
+Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the
+Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk;
+and Pussy will give me my own tail again."<br>
+"So I will, Mousey, if you will eat up the crumbs that
+have fallen at my breakfast," said the Butcher.<br>
+"Oh, that I will," said the Mouse, and she soon cleared
+the floor of every crumb.<br>
+<p>
+Then the Butcher gave the Mouse some meat, and the Mouse
+gave the Baker the meat, and the Baker gave the Mouse some bread,
+and the Mouse gave the Farmer the bread, and the Farmer gave the
+Mouse some hay, and the Mouse gave the Cow the hay, and the
+Cow gave the Mouse some milk, and the Mouse gave Pussy the
+milk, and then Pussy gave poor little Mousey her own tail again.
+<br>
+<p>
+So she frisked and jumped, and away she ran<br>
+And cried out to Pussy, "Catch me if you can!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mouse Gruel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;There was an Old Person of Ewell,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who chiefly subsisted on gruel,<br>
+But to make it taste nice, he inserted some mice,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Wise Mice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,<br>
+Pussy came by and she popped her head in.<br>
+"Shall I come in and cut your threads off?"<br>
+"Oh, no, kind sir, you will bite our heads off!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mouse Ran up the Clock</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hickory, diccory dock,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The mouse ran up the clock,<br>
+The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hickory, diccory, dock.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A Frog he would a-Wooing Go</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A Frog he would a-wooing go,<br>
+Whether his mother would have it or no;<br>
+So off he set with his nice new hat,<br>
+And on the road he met a rat.<br>
+<p>
+"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,<br>
+Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see!"<br>
+When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,<br>
+They gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Frog, Rat and Mousey." src="images/page185a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"<br>
+"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."<br>
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Will you give us some beer?<br>
+For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."<br>
+<p>
+"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song&mdash;<br>
+But let it be something that's not very long!"<br>
+"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,<br>
+"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog."<br>
+<p>
+"Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,<br>
+"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."<br>
+But while they were all a merry-making,<br>
+A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.<br>
+<p>
+The cat she seized the rat by the crown;<br>
+The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.<br>
+This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright:<br>
+He took up his hat, and wished them good-night.<br>
+But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,<br>
+A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,<br>
+So there was an end of one, two, and three.<br>
+The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-ee.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Man that Caught a Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The Little priest of Felton,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The little priest of Felton,<br>
+He killed a mouse within his house,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And ne'er a one to help him.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Three Blind Mice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three blind mice! three blind mice!<br>
+See how they run! see how they run!<br>
+They all ran after the farmer's wife,<br>
+They cut off their tails with a carving knife;<br>
+Did you ever see such a thing in your life<br>
+As three blind mice?<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Three Unfortunate Mice</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Three little dogs were basking in the cinders;<br>
+Three little cats were playing in the windows;<br>
+Three little mice hopped out of a hole,<br>
+And a piece of cheese they stole;<br>
+The three little cats jumped down in a trice,<br>
+And cracked the bones of the three little mice.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Foolish Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided,<br>
+A certain young mouse with her mother resided;<br>
+So securely they lived in that snug, quiet spot,<br>
+Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.<br>
+<p>
+But one day the young mouse, which was given to roam,<br>
+Having made an excursion some way from her home,<br>
+On a sudden returned, with such joy in her eyes,<br>
+That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise.<br>
+<p>
+"O mother," said she, "The good folks of this house,<br>
+I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;<br>
+And those tales can't be true you always are telling,<br>
+For they've been at such pains to construct us a
+dwelling.<br>
+<p>
+"The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires,<br>
+Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;<br>
+And I'm sure that we there shall have nothing to fear,<br>
+If ten cats, with kittens, at once should appear.<br>
+<p>
+"And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,<br>
+One could slip in and out, with no trouble at all;<br>
+But forcing one through such rough crannies as these,<br>
+Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze.<br>
+<p>
+"But the best of all is, they've provided, as well,<br>
+A large piece of cheese, of most exquisite smell;<br>
+'T was so nice, I had put in my head to go through,<br>
+When I thought it my duty to come and fetch you."<br>
+<p>
+"Ah, child," said the mother, "believe, I entreat,<br>
+Both the cage and the cheese are a terrible cheat;<br>
+Do not think all that trouble they took for our good,<br>
+They would catch us and kill us there if they could.<br>
+<p>
+"Thus they've caught and killed scores, and I never could
+learn,<br>
+That a mouse who once entered did ever return."<br>
+Let young people mind what the old people say,<br>
+And, when danger is near them keep out of the way.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="186"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#185">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#187">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 186&mdash;Mixed Animal Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Fox Reading 'The Poultry Fancier's Gazette'."
+src="images/page186a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Fox and the Cat</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The fox and the cat as they travelled one day,<br>
+With moral discourses cut shorter on the way:<br>
+"'Tis great," says the fox, "to make justice our
+guide!"<br>
+"How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied.<br>
+<p>
+Whilst thus they proceeded, a wolf from the wood,<br>
+Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,<br>
+Rushed forth&mdash;as he saw the dull shepherd
+asleep&mdash;<br>
+And seized for his supper an innocent sheep.<br>
+<p>
+"In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat;<br>
+When mutton's at hand," says the wolf, "I must eat."<br>
+Grimalkin's astonished&mdash;the fox stood aghast,<br>
+To see the fell beast at his bloody repast.<br>
+<p>
+"What a wretch!" says the cat&mdash;"'tis the vilest of
+brutes;<br>
+Does he feed upon flesh when there's herbage and
+roots?"<br>
+Cries the fox, "While our oaks give us acorns so good,<br>
+What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"<br>
+<p>
+Well, onward they marched, and they moralised still.<br>
+Till they came where some poultry picked chaff by a
+mill.<br>
+Sly Reynard surveyed the them with gluttonous eyes,<br>
+And made, spite of morals, a pullet his prize!<br>
+A mouse, too, that chanced from her covert to stray,<br>
+The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey!<br>
+<p>
+A spider that sat in her web on the wall,<br>
+Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall;<br>
+She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!"<br>
+So ran to regale on a new-taken fly!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Sour Grapes</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A fox was trotting one day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And just above his head<br>
+He spied a vine of luscious grapes,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Rich, ripe, and purple-red.<br>
+<p>
+Eager he tried to snatch the fruit,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But, ah! it was too high;<br>
+Poor Reynard had to give it up,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And, heaving a deep sigh,<br>
+<p>
+He curl'd his nose and said, "Dear me!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I would not waste an hour<br>
+Upon such mean and common fruit&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm sure those grapes are sour!"<br>
+<p>
+'Tis thus we often wish thro' life,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When seeking wealth and pow'r<br>
+And when we fall, say, like the fox,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;We're "sure the grapes are sour!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Fox and the Mask</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A fox walked round a toyman's shop<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(How he came there, pray do not ask),<br>
+But soon he made a sudden stop,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To look and wonder at a mask.<br>
+<p>
+The mask was beautiful and fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A perfect mask as e'er was made;<br>
+At which a lady meant to wear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At the ensuing masquerade.<br>
+<p>
+He turned it round with much surprise,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To find it prove so light and thin;<br>
+"How strange!" astonished Reynard cries,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Here's mouth and nose, and eyes and chin.<br>
+<p>
+"And cheeks and lips, extremely pretty;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet, one thing there still remains<br>
+To make it perfect&mdash;what a pity,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So fine a head should have no brains!"<br>
+<p>
+Thus, to some boy or maiden pretty;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Who to get learning takes no pains,<br>
+May we exclaim, "Ah! what a pity,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;So fine a head should have no brains!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Fox and Crow</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In a dairy a crow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Having ventured to go,<br>
+Some food for her young ones to seek,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Flew up in the trees<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a fine piece of cheese,<br>
+Which she joyfuly held in her beak.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A fox who lived by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To the tree saw her fly,<br>
+And to share in the prize he made a vow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For, having just dined,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He for cheese felt inclined,<br>
+So he went and sat under the bough.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She was cunning he knew,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But so was he, too,<br>
+And with flattery adapted his plan;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he knew if she'd speak,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It must fall from his beak,<br>
+So, bowing politely, began:<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"'Tis a very fine day,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Not a word did she say),<br>
+"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A fine harvest for peas;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He then looked at the cheese,<br>
+But the crow did not open her mouth.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Sly Reynard, not tired,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He plumage admired:<br>
+"How charming! how brilliant its hue!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;The voice must be fine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of a bird so divine,<br>
+Ah, let me hear it, pray do.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Believe me I long<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To hear a sweet song;"<br>
+The silly crow foolishly tries;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;She scarce gave one squall,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When the cheese she let fall,<br>
+And the fox ran away with the prize.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Jane Taylor<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Blind Men and the Elephant<br></b>
+(A Hindoo Fable)</center>
+<p>
+It was six men of Indostan<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To learning much inclined,<br>
+Who went to see an elephant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;(Though all of them were blind),<br>
+That each by observation<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Might satisfy his mind.<br>
+<p>
+The FIRST approached the Elephant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And happening to fall<br>
+Against his broad and sturdy side,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;At once began to bawl:<br>
+"God bless me!&mdash;but the Elephant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very like a wall!"<br>
+<p>
+The SECOND feeling of the tusk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Cried: "Ho! what have we here<br>
+So very round and smooth and sharp!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To me 'tis mighty clear<br>
+This wonder of an Elephant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very like a spear!"<br>
+<p>
+The THIRD approached the animal,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And happening to take<br>
+The squirming trunk within his hands,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;This boldly up and spake:<br>
+"I see," quoth he, "The Elephant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very like a snake!"<br>
+<p>
+The FOURTH reached out his eager hand,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And felt about the knee,<br>
+"What most this wondrous beast is like<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is mighty plain," quoth he;<br>
+"'Tis clear enough the Elephant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very like a tree!"<br>
+<p>
+The FIFTH, who chanced to touch the ear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Said: "E'n the blindest man<br>
+Can tell what this resembles most,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Deny the fact who can,<br>
+This marvel of an Elephant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very like a fan."<br>
+<p>
+The SIXTH no sooner had begun<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;About the beast to grope,<br>
+Than, seizing on the swinging tail<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That fell within his scope,<br>
+"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is very like a rope!"<br>
+<p>
+And so these men of Indostan<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Disputed loud and long,<br>
+Each in his own opinion<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Exceeding stiff and strong,<br>
+Though each was partly in the right,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And all were in the wrong.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Elephant and Clown having Tea."
+src="images/page186b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="187"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#186">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#188">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 187&mdash;Mixed Animal Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>An Address to a Mouse</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Sly little, cowering, timorous beastie!<br>
+Oh what a panic's in thy breastie!<br>
+You need not start away so hasty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+With bickering speed:<br>
+I should be loth to run and chase thee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+I should indeed!<br>
+<p>
+I'm truly sorry man's dominion<br>
+Hath broken Nature's social union,<br>
+And justifies that ill opinion<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Which makes thee startle<br>
+At me, thy poor earth-born companion,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+And fellow mortal.<br>
+<p>
+Sometimes, I doubt not, thou dost thieve;<br>
+What then? poor beastie, thou must live;<br>
+A little barley in the shieve<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Is small request;<br>
+And all thou tak'st, I do believe,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Will ne'er be missed.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+R. Burns<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Song of the Toad</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I am an honest toad,<br>
+Living here by the road;<br>
+Beneath a stone I dwell,<br>
+In a snug little cell.<br>
+<p>
+When the rain patters down,<br>
+I let it wet my crown;<br>
+And now and then I sip<br>
+A drop with my lip.<br>
+<p>
+And now a catch a fly,<br>
+And now I wink my eye,<br>
+And now I take a hop,<br>
+And now and then I stop.<br>
+<p>
+And this is all I do,<br>
+And yet they sat it's true<br>
+That the toad's face is sad,<br>
+And his bite is very bad.<br>
+<p>
+Oh! naughty folks they be<br>
+Who tell such tales of me!<br>
+For I'm an honest toad<br>
+Just living by the road,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hip, hip, hop.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Mosquito Song</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In a summer's night I take my flight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To where the maidens repose;<br>
+And while they are slumbering sweet and sound,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I bite them on the nose;<br>
+The warm red blood that tints their cheeks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To me is precious dear,<br>
+For 'tis my delight to buzz and bite<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the season of the year.<br>
+<p>
+When I get my fill, I wipe my bill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And sound my tiny horn;<br>
+And off I fly to mountain high<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Ere breaks the golden morn;<br>
+But at eve I sally forth again<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To tickle the sleeper's ear;<br>
+For 'tis my delight to buzz and bite<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the season of the year.<br>
+<p>
+On the chamber wall about I crawl,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Till landlord goes to bed;<br>
+Then my bugle I blow, and down I go<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To light upon his head.<br>
+Oh, I love to see the fellow slap,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And regret to hear him swear;<br>
+For 'tis my delight to buzz and bite<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the season of the year.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Nightingale and Glow-worm</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A Nightingale, that all day long<br>
+Had cheered the village with his song,<br>
+Nor yet at eve his note suspended,<br>
+Nor yet when eventide was ended,<br>
+Began to feel&mdash;as well he might&mdash;<br>
+The keen demands of appetite;<br>
+When looking eagerly around,<br>
+He spied, far off, upon the ground,<br>
+A something shining in the dark,<br>
+And knew the glow-worm by his spark;<br>
+So; stooping down, from hawthorn top,<br>
+He thought to put him in his crop<br>
+The worm, aware of his intent,<br>
+Harangued him this, quite eloquent&mdash;<br>
+"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,<br>
+"As much as I your minstrelsy?<br>
+You would abhor to do me wrong,<br>
+As much as I to spoil your song;<br>
+For 'twas the self-same power divine<br>
+Taught you to sing, and me to shine:<br>
+That you with music, I with light,<br>
+Might beautify and cheer the night."<br>
+The songster heard his short oration,<br>
+And, warbling out his approbation,<br>
+Released him as my story tells,<br>
+And found a supper somewhere else.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Cowper<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Glow-worm</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Beneath this hedge, or near the stream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A worm is known to stray,<br>
+That shows by night a lucid stream<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That disappears by day.<br>
+<p>
+Disputes have been, and still prevail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From whence his rays proceed;<br>
+Some give the honor to his tail,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And others to his head;<br>
+<p>
+But this is sure&mdash;the hand of might<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That kindles up the skies,<br>
+Gives him a modicum of light,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Proportion'd to his size.<br>
+<p>
+Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;By such a lamp bestow'd,<br>
+To bid the traveller as he went,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Be careful where he trod.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Cowper<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Happiness of the Grasshopper</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Happy insect! what can be<br>
+In happiness compared with thee!<br>
+Fed with nourishment divine,<br>
+The dewy morning's gentle wine;<br>
+Nature waits upon thee still,<br>
+And thy verdant cup does fill.<br>
+All the fields which thou dost see,<br>
+All the plants belong to thee:<br>
+All that summer hours produce,<br>
+Fertile made with easy juice;<br>
+The country hinds with gladness hear,<br>
+Prophet of the ripened year!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Cowley<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Whale</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Warm and buoyant, in his oily mail,<br>
+Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;<br>
+Wide waving fins round boating islands urge<br>
+His bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;<br>
+With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,<br>
+Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;<br>
+Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,<br>
+And spouts the watery columns into air;<br>
+The silvery arches catch the setting beams,<br>
+And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Darwin<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The wasp and the Bee</b></center><br>
+<p>
+A wasp met a bee that was just buzzing by,<br>
+And he said "Little Cousin, can you tell me why<br>
+You are loved so much better by people than I.<br>
+<p>
+"My back shines as bright, and as yellow as gold<br>
+And my shape is most elegant too to behold,<br>
+And yet nobody likes me for that, I am told,"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bz.<br>
+<p>
+"Ah! Cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true,<br>
+But if I were half as much mischief to do,<br>
+Then I'm sure they would love me no better than you.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bz.<br>
+<p>
+"You have a fine shape and a delicate wing,<br>
+And they say you are handsome; but then there's one
+thing<br>
+They never can put up with; and that is your sting.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bz.<br>
+<p>
+"My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,<br>
+But yet no one is angry or scolding at me,<br>
+Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bz.<br>
+<p>
+From this little story let people beware,<br>
+For if, like the cross wasp, ill-natured they are,<br>
+They will never be loved, though they're ever so fair.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>My Pets</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I bring my little doggies milk;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I bring my rabbits hay;<br>
+I feed and tend, and love them well&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such helpless things are they!<br>
+See! now in soft and cozy bed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;They roll about and play;<br>
+They've milk and bones, and all they want&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Such happy pets are they!<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Man Carrying Animals." src="images/page187a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="188"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#187">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#189">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 188&mdash;Squirrel Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boy with Squirrel." src="images/page188a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Squirrel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm a merry, merry squirrel,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All day I leap and whirl<br>
+Through my home in the old beech-tree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;If you chase me I will run<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In the shade and in the sun;<br>
+But you never, never can catch me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For round a bough I'll creep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Playing hide and seek so sly;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or through the leaves bo-peep,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With my little shining eye.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Up and down I run and frisk,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With my bushy tail to whisk<br>
+All who mope in the old beech-trees.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;How droll to see the owl<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As I make him wink and growl,<br>
+While his sleepy, sleepy head I tease!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And I waken up the bat,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who flies off with a scream,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For he thinks that I'm the cat<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pouncing on him, in his dream.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Through all the summer long<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I never want a song<br>
+From birds in the old beech-trees<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I have singers all the night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And with the morning bright<br>
+Come my busy, humming, fat, brown bees.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When I've nothing else to do<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the nursing birds I sit;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And we laugh at the cuckoo<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A-coo-cooing to her tit!<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;When winter comes with snow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;An its cruel tempests blow<br>
+All my leaves from the old beech-trees,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Then beside the wren and mouse<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;I furnish up a house,<br>
+Where, like a prince, I live at ease.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What care I for hail or sleet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With my cozy cap and coat;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And my tail about my feet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or wrapped about my throat?<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+Norman Macleod<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Ducks and Ducklings</b></center><br>
+<p>
+One little white duck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;One little grey,<br>
+Six little black ducks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Running out to play;<br>
+One white lady-duck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Motherly and trim,<br>
+Eight little baby ducks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bound for a swim.<br>
+<p>
+One little white duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Running from the water,<br>
+One very fat duck&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Pretty little daughter&mdash;<br>
+One little grey duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Holding up its wings.<br>
+One little bobbing duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Making water rings.<br>
+<p>
+One little black duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing on a stone,<br>
+One little grey duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Swimming all alone,<br>
+One little grey duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Holding down it's head.<br>
+One sleepy little duck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;It has gone to bed!<br>
+<p>
+One little what duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Running to its mother,<br>
+Look among the water-reeds,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;May be there's another.<br>
+One hungry little duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Going out to dine,<br>
+Two dainty little ducks,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Snowy-white and fine.<br>
+<p>
+Merry little brown eyes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;O'er the picture linger,<br>
+Point all the ducks out,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Chubby little finger;<br>
+Make the picture musical,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Merry little shout;<br>
+Now where's that other duck?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;What is he about?<br>
+<p>
+I thank that other duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is the nicest duck of all,<br>
+He hasn't any feathers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And his mouth is sweet and small;<br>
+He runs with a light step<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And jumps upon my knee,<br>
+And though he cannot swim<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He is very dear to me.<br>
+<p>
+One white lady-duck,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Motherly and trim,<br>
+Eight little baby ducks<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bound for a swim;<br>
+One sleepy little duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking quite a nap,<br>
+One precious little duck<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Here on mother's lap.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+A. L.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Squirrel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The pretty red squirrel<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Lives up in a tree,<br>
+A little blithe creature<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;As ever can be;<br>
+He dwells in the boughs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Where the stock-dove broods,<br>
+Far in the shades<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the green summer woods;<br>
+<p>
+His food is the young<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Juicy cones of the pine,<br>
+And the milky beech-nut<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Is his bread and his wine.<br>
+In the joy of his nature<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He frisks with a bound<br>
+To the topmost twigs,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And then down to the ground.<br>
+<p>
+Then up again like<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;A winged thing,<br>
+And from tree to tree<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;With a vaulting spring;<br>
+Then he sits up aloft,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And looks ragged and queer,<br>
+As if he would say:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ay, follow me here!"<br>
+<p>
+And then he grows pettish,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And stamps his foot;<br>
+And then with a chatter,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;He cracks his nut;<br>
+And thus he lives<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;All the long summer through,<br>
+Without either a care<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or a thought of rue.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Mountain and the Squirrel</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The mountain and the squirrel<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Had a quarrel,<br>
+And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Bun replied,<br>
+"You are doubtless very big,<br>
+But all sorts of things and weather<br>
+Must be taken together<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To make up a year,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And a sphere.<br>
+And I think it no disgrace<br>
+To occupy my place.<br>
+If I'm not so large as you,<br>
+You are not so small as I.<br>
+And not half so spry;<br>
+I'll not deny you make<br>
+A very pretty squirrel track.<br>
+Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;<br>
+If I cannot carry forests on my back,<br>
+Neither can you crack an nut!"<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+R. W. Emerson<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="An Intelligent Tame Raccoon." src="images/page188b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="189"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#188">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#190">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 189&mdash;Wonderful Bird Nests</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Wonderful Birds' Nests</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<img alt="Five Birds' Nests." src="images/page189a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="190"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#189">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#191">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 190&mdash;Cole's Poems On Books</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Cole at the Age of 40." src="images/page190a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Edward William Cole: Aged 80."
+src="images/page190b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Coles Own Portrait" src="images/page190c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>What Books Do For Mankind</b></center><br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>1.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books should be found in every house,<br>
+To form and feed the mind;<br>
+They are the best of luxuries<br>
+To happify mankind.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>2.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+For all good books throughout the world<br>
+Are man's most precious treasure;<br>
+They make him wise, and bring him<br>
+His best, his choicest pleasure.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>3.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books make his time pass happily,<br>
+Relieve his weary hours;<br>
+Amuse, compose, instruct his mind;<br>
+Enlarge his mental powers.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>4.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books teach the boys and girls of earth<br>
+In quite ten million schools;<br>
+Books make the difference between<br>
+Earth's learned and its fools.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>5.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books teach earth's teeming artisans<br>
+The proper way to take,<br>
+To find, to plan, to build, to mix,<br>
+And every product make.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>6.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books teach schoolmasters, clergymen,<br>
+Of every rank and grade;<br>
+And doctors, lawyers, judges, too&mdash;<br>
+Books are their tools of trade.<br>
+<p><br>
+<center>*   *   *   *   *   *</center>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>128.</b></center><br>
+Books thus, by print, and pictures, bring<br>
+The whole world into view,<br>
+And show what all men think about,<br>
+And everything they do.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>129.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books give to man the history<br>
+Of each and every land;<br>
+Books show him human actions past,<br>
+The bad, the good, the grand.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>130.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books show him human arts and laws<br>
+Of every time and place;<br>
+Books show the learnings and the faiths<br>
+Of all the human race.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>131.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books give the best and greatest thoughts<br>
+Of all the good and wise;<br>
+Books treasure human knowledge up,<br>
+And thus it never dies.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>132.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books show men all that men have done,<br>
+Have thought, have sung, have said,<br>
+Books show the deeds and wisdom of<br>
+The living and the dead.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>133.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books show that mankind's leading faiths,<br>
+In morals are the same;<br>
+That in their main essentials<br>
+They differ but in name.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>134.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books show that virtue, goodness, love,<br>
+Exist in every land;<br>
+That some with kindly sympathies<br>
+Are found on every strand.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>135.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books show the joys, griefs, hopes and fears,<br>
+Of every race and clan;<br>
+Books show, by unity of thought,<br>
+The brotherhood of man.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>136.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books thus will cause the flag of peace<br>
+Through earth to be unfurled&mdash;<br>
+Produce "the parliament of man,"<br>
+And federate the world.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>137.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books give the reader vast delight,<br>
+The bookless never know;<br>
+Books give him pleasure, day and night,<br>
+Wherever he may go.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>138.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books show narcotics, toxicants,<br>
+Of each and every kind;<br>
+Insidious destroyers all,<br>
+Of body and of mind.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>139.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books, like strong drink, will drowns man's cares<br>
+But do not waste his wealth;<br>
+Books leave him better, drink the worse,<br>
+In character and health.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>140.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books teach and please him when a child,<br>
+In youth and in his prime;<br>
+Books give him soothing pleasure when<br>
+His health and strength decline.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>141.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books teach, from their beginning, of<br>
+Higher beings than man;<br>
+That One Almighty Goodness was<br>
+Before the world began.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>142.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books give us hope beyond the grave,<br>
+Of an immortal life;<br>
+Books teach that right, and truth, and love,<br>
+Shall banish every strife.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>143.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books therefore are, of all we own,<br>
+The choicest things on earth;<br>
+Books have, of all our worldly goods,<br>
+The most intrinsic worth.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>144.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Books are the greatest blessing brought,<br>
+The grandest thing we sell;<br>
+Books bring more joy,<br>
+Books do more good,<br>
+Than mortal tongue can tell.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="191"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#190">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#192">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 191&mdash;Comic Advertiser</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Serious Sambo." src="images/page191a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Cole's Comic Advertiser<br></b>
+(Or Fun Doctor's Assistant)</center>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>Laughter as a Medicine.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"The physician tells us of the physical benefits of laughing. There
+is not the remotest corner or little inlet of the minute
+blood-vessels of the human body that does not feel some wavelet from
+the convulsion occasioned by good hearty laughter. The life
+principle, or the central man, is shaken to the innermost depths,
+sending new tided of life and strength to the surface, thus
+materially tending to insure good health to persons who indulge
+therein. The blood moves more rapidly, and conveys a different
+impression to all the organs of the body, as it visits them on that
+particular mystic journey when the man is laughing, from what it does
+at other times. For this reason every good, hearty laugh in which a
+person indulges lengthens his life, conveying as it does a new and
+distinct stimulus to the vital forces."
+<p>
+<center>
+"Fun is worth more than<br>
+physic, and whoever<br>
+invents or discovers a new<br>
+supply deserves the name<br>
+of public benefactor."<br>
+<p></center>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Man Made to Laugh, not to Morn.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Man warnt made tew mourn, man waz made tew laff. He iz the onla
+creeter or thing that God made tew laff out loud. It iz true he knows
+how to mourn, do duz animills know how, the birds kan tell their
+sorrows, and the flowers kan hang their pretty heds. Man was made tew
+smile, tew laff, to haw! tew throw up his hat, and sing halleluger.
+Man was made tew praze God, and he can't dew it by mourning. Awl the
+mourning there iz in this wurld was introduced bi man; man warnt made
+tew mourn any more than he was made to crawl. Tharfore i sa tew awl
+men and women, stop crying and go tew laffing, you will last longer,
+and git fatter, and stand just as good a chanse tew git tew heaven
+with a smile on your countenance as yu will with yure face leaking at
+every pore.&mdash;<i>Josh Billings</i>
+<p>
+<br>
+<center><b>Josh Billing's Prayer.</b>
+<p>
+"From a wife who don't<br>
+luv us, from fluky mutton,<br>
+and tite butes, and from<br>
+folks who won't laff, good<br>
+Lord deliver us."<br>
+<p></center>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Parent Cats Admiring Their Kitten."
+src="images/page191b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="192"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#191">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#193">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 192&mdash;Comic Advertiser</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Testimonials to the astonishing Curing Power of Cole's Fun
+Doctor.</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Tall King Bird." src="images/page192a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Couple, Before and After." src="images/page192b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Most Astonishing Cure of the Age</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Dear Sir&mdash;Many years ago it was my misfortune to be jilted in
+love
+by a cruel-hearted woman. I pined away, and fell into a bad state of
+health, and was advised by my friends to take some physic. I never
+took a single dose except somebody told me that it was exactly what
+I wanted to make me well&mdash;but it all did me no good. I only got
+worse until I came across the right thing, which I will presently
+describe. I find, in looking over my paid bills, the following are
+the kinds and quantities of physic I have used during my
+illness:&mdash;
+Holloway's Pills, 227 boxes; Cockle's Pills, 121 boxes, Beecham's
+Pills, 80 boxes; Parr's Life Pills, 76 boxes, Blue Pills, 849 boxes.
+One friend advised me to give up Pills and take some good
+old-fashioned physic. I took of Jalap, 37 pounds; Caster Oil; 180
+bottles, Salts and Senna, 800 doses; Rhubarb and Magnesia, 300 doses;
+Brimstone and Treacle, 800 doses&mdash;but this did me no good.
+Another
+friend advised me to take some world-fames patent medicines, so I
+took of Eno's Fruit Salt 190 bottles, Warner's Safe Cure, 200
+bottles; Townsend's Sarsaparilla, 120 bottles; Hop Bitters, 180
+bottles; Dandelion Ale, two hogsheads. I took Hayter's Nerve Tonic,
+Hayter's Blood purifier, Hayter's Invigorator, and Hayter's
+Pick-Me-Up, of each 100 bottles; and Wolfe's Schnapps, 630
+bottles&mdash;
+but I felt no better. Another friend came along, and said for my
+complaint it was no use taking medicines internally, and I must use
+the "Rub On Remedies," so I rubbed on Holloway's Ointment, 241 boxes;
+Davis's Pain Killer, 70 bottles; Moulton's Pain Paint, 60 bottles;
+St. Jacob's oil, Weston's Wizard Oil, and Croton Oil, of each 100
+bottles: and of Eucalyptus Oil, 900 quart bottles&mdash;but I felt no
+better. Another friend advised the Herb Cure, so I took strong
+decoctions of Chamomile, Pennyroyal, Peppermint, Rue, Tansy, Quassia,
+Horehound, Wormwood, Aconite, Belladonna, Hemlock, Nux Vomica,
+Lungwort, Liverwort, Moonwort, Sneezewort, and
+Snakeweed&mdash;altogether
+I took about 1700 quarts of these horrid decoctions&mdash;but I felt
+no
+better. Another friend told me my stomach was out of order, and
+required cleansing, so I took of Ipecacuanha Wine 139 quarts&mdash;but
+this did not cure me. Another friend said all diseases come from
+insects, and I had insects in me, and must take special medicine for
+them, so I took of Keating's insecticide 730 packets&mdash;but got no
+better. Another friend advised me to try Homoeopathy. I took 111
+tubes of pilules and 80 bottles of tinctures&mdash;but they did me no
+good. Another friend advised me to try the water cure. I took cold
+baths, warm baths, tepid baths, and Turkish baths in hundreds, and
+drank about twenty hogsheads of mineral waters&mdash;but it did me no
+good. Another friend advised the Acid Cure, so I took Acetic Acid,
+Muriatic Acid, Nitric Acid, Sulphuric Acid, Oxalic Acid, and Prussic
+Acid, of each about twenty quarts&mdash;but got no better. Another
+friend
+advised Soothing Medicines, so I took over 400 of Steedman's Soothing
+powders, and 130 bottles of Mother Winslow's Soothing Syrup&mdash;but
+I
+was still irritable and nervous. My last course of medicine consisted
+of Steel Drops, Balm of Gilead, Turpentine, Chloroform, Cod Liver
+Oil, Assafoetida, Spanish Flies, and Cayenne Pepper&mdash;about
+fifteen
+pounds of each&mdash;but it all did me no good. I simply got worse and
+worse, and was reduced to a mere shadow of skin and bone, but, as
+luck would have it, another friend came along&mdash;a true friend this
+time&mdash;and suggested Cole's FUN DOCTOR. I got it, and was well and
+stout in a Week, at a cost of 1s 6d.
+<p>
+Sworn at Temple Court, and Signed in Everlasting
+Gratitude,<br>
+Government House, Melbourne<br>
+JOHN SMITH
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Bachelor, Before and After." src="images/page192c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="193"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#192">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#194">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 193&mdash;Comic Advertiser</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Vocal Solo." src="images/page193a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+A man on a train was heard to groan so frightfully that the
+passengers took pity on him, and one of them gave him a drink out of
+a whisky flask. "Do you feel better?" asked the giver. "I do," said
+he who had groaned. "What ailed you anyway?" "Ailed me?" "Yes; what
+made you groan so?" "Groan! Great Land o'Goshen! I was singing!" The
+generous man will never quite cease to regret the loss of that drink
+of whisky.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Instrumental Solo." src="images/page193b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Trio." src="images/page193c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Duet." src="images/page193d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Quartette." src="images/page193e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Cole's Book Arcade. Cole's Book Arcade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;it is in Melbourne town,<br>
+Of all the book stores in this land,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;it has the most renown.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Full Band and Choir." src="images/page193f.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+TUNE: All the Tunes there are mixed.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="194"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#193">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#195">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 194&mdash;Comic Advertiser</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Going To Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne</b></center><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Persian Cat on a Penny-Farthing Bicycle."
+src="images/page194a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+All the way from Persia on this bicycle.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Children in a Boat." src="images/page194b.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Why are these two nice children like thousands of
+knowledge-loving<br>
+individuals? Because they frequently visit Cole's Book
+Arcade.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boy on a Bicycle." src="images/page194c.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Guess where this young gentleman is going?<br>
+To Cole's book arcade. Right. You're a Witch.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="195"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#194">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#196">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 195&mdash;Comic Advertiser</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Frogs going to Cole's Book Arcade."
+src="images/page195a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Long-Legged Man Jumping Over a Cat."
+src="images/page195b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="196"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#195">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#197">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 196&mdash;Wonderful Sea Serpent</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Sea-Serpent as a Carrier</b></center><br>
+<p>
+The world-renowned sea-serpent has been specially chartered to bring
+a fresh supply of books every week from England to Cole's Book
+Arcade, Melbourne; and also to show upon the coils of his body 2000
+rainbows, being so many copies of that establishment. The
+sea-serpent, upon being communicated with, demanded a heavy price for
+his services, but Mr. Cole agreed to his terms, as he considered that
+2000 of his rainbow signs travelling round the world on the sides of
+the famous sea-serpent would be a good advertisement for the Book
+Arcade.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Sea-Serpent carrying a load of books."
+src="images/page196a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>True History of the Great Sea Serpent</b></center><br>
+<p>
+John Smith, the sea-serpent, was born in a swamp near Sydney, about
+5000 years ago. He was hatched by a female Bunyip from an immense
+three cornered egg, which is supposed to have fallen out of the moon,
+and he is the only sea-serpent that ever existed. He never had
+relations, and is the only being in the world of whom the verse is
+true. He never had a father. He never had a mother. He never had a
+sister. He never had a brother. He also never had a wife. He is of a
+very shy disposition, and many fascinating mermaids have made love to
+him, and practiced all their well-known wiles upon him&mdash;but in
+vain:
+he is a bachelor still. Like some other animals mentioned in history,
+he thinks and talks like a man. He is exceedingly intelligent, and
+seems to have as much sense as 20,000 ordinary men or 21,000 women.
+He can sing with a voice of tremendous compass, from the sweet piping
+of a nightingale down to far below the deepest tones of the largest
+organ, or the noise made by discharges of artillery. Sometimes when
+he sings it shakes the ground for miles around, and if at sea causes
+a storm. His favourite songs are "A Life on the Ocean Wave," "What
+are the Wild Waves Saying," "Down by the Deep Sad Sea," and such
+like. He plays all the musical instruments in the world. His whistle
+can be heard a distance of 100 miles, his shout 50 miles, and his
+whisper 10 miles. Of course, in an active life of 5000 years, a life
+almost as long as some Hindoo patriarchs, he has seen and heard, and
+done, many astonishing things. He relates that he once rescued a
+travelling menagerie at sea, he swallowed the whole lot of animals,
+and the woman in charge of them, let them roam about inside of him
+and enjoy themselves, and then landed them safely on dry land at the
+end of 48 hours. He says that he was in Arabia, and saw that
+remarkable occurrence of the moon coming down and going into
+Mahomet's sleeves, and there and then he objected to the whole
+proceeding. The sea-serpent is 15 miles long and 50 feet in diameter,
+his skin is of a horny nature, but harder than steel, and about 5
+feet thick. He travels at the rate of 200 miles per hour, and can
+carry 120 times as much as the "Great Eastern." If he was coming up
+to the Queen's Wharf, Melbourne, when his head was at the wharf, his
+body would reach right down the River Yarra out in the Bay past
+Williamstown, and the Traffic would have to be stopped in the river
+whilst he was unloading. The sea-serpent is rather a large eater.
+Since he reached full growth, namely, for the last 4000 years, he has
+swallowed a whole whale every morning for breakfast except once. The
+reason of his going without his breakfast that once is explained in
+the following manner:&mdash;
+<p>
+The reader will remember the account of Jonah and the Whale in the
+Talmud. It states that when Jonah was in the whale's belly, it went
+out of the Mediterranean right around Africa into the Red Sea, and
+that Jonah looked out through the eyes of the whale and saw the place
+where the children of Israel crossed the Red Sea. The sea-serpent
+states that he can corroborate this piece of history, as he happened
+to be after that very whale for breakfast when he saw Jonah looking
+out through its eyes. He says he did not swallow that whale, as he
+had found that the whales which he had previously swallowed with
+prophets inside of them did not agree with him, and consequently he
+had to go that morning without his breakfast, the first time in 4000
+years. Those who want any further information about the famous
+sea-serpent can acquire it at Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne, or come
+and interview and question the sea-serpent himself when he arrives.
+<p>
+P.S.&mdash;Some people don't believe in the existence of the
+sea-serpent,
+but if he did not exist how could we have got his likeness and his
+history? That's a question for the unbelievers to answer.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="197"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#196">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#198">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 197&mdash;Funny and Foolish Dress Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Servant Girl." src="images/page197a.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+A Servant Girl dressed in four absurdities of fashion&mdash;a Tight
+Corset, Tight High-heeled Boots, a Bustle Improver, and
+Fifteen-button Gloves.
+<p>
+She appears very conceited, but with her tight-lacing must feel
+very uncomfortable and unwell, and wall sensible people must feel
+that she is very silly, and with her absurd boots her feet must
+pain her almost as much as the Chinese woman's shown above [right]
+pained her when first compressed.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Various Fashions." src="images/page197b.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+European Woman with her Waist Fashionably Tightened to 15 inches.
+Chinese Woman with her Feet Fashionably Compressed to 3 inches.
+Long-Nailed Fashion of an Annamese Noble, and a Marquesian Chief.
+Chinese Ladies' Fashionable Pinched Feet and Shoes, shewing also
+deplorable foolishness in China.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Various Shoes." src="images/page197c.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Old English Fashions, showing our ancestors were as foolish as we
+are.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Ancient Greek Youth." src="images/page197d.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="60%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Costume of an Ancient Greek Youth, very easy, elegant and suitable
+for a Lady's Reform Dress.
+This is a much more sensible dress than the one opposite it [servant
+girl] and the two below it&mdash;look at them.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Lady in Crinoline at narrow Pedestrian gap in Fence."
+src="images/page197e.png">
+<p>
+Crinoline, 1859.<br>
+The Dog has got through all right,<br>
+but how will the lady manage.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Three Ladies in Crinoline and a Coach."
+src="images/page197f.png">
+<p>
+Crinoline, 1859.<br>
+Coach licensed to carry four. The coachman and the<br>
+horse are both wondering how it can be done.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="198"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#197">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#199">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 198&mdash;Funny and Foolish Dress Land</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Persian Lady in Out-door Costume."
+src="images/page198a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="French Costume." src="images/page198b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Costume, beginning of the 19th century."
+src="images/page198c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A German Crinoline Frame." src="images/page198d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Indians of the Rio Colorado." src="images/page198e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Roumanian Costume." src="images/page198f.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="An English and French Costume."
+src="images/page198g.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A North American Indian Maiden."
+src="images/page198h.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Reformed American Costume." src="images/page198i.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Gorget Costume." src="images/page198j.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Turkish Out-door Costume." src="images/page198k.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="199"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#198">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#200">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 199&mdash;Funny, Foolish, and Useful Fashions</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Ancient English Costume." src="images/page199a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="British Lady and Chinese Ambassador's Wife and
+Daughter." src="images/page199b.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>A British Lady and the Chinese Ambassador's Wife and
+Daughter<br>
+at the Queen's First Drawing Room, Buckingham Palace,
+1893.<br></b></center>
+<p>
+The Chinese ladies are dressed more rationally, but the have such
+fashionably small feet that they have to lean against the table to
+enable them to stand with safety. The European lady and the Asiatic
+ladies are each alike martyrs to foolish fashion, one with the waist
+and the other with the feet.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Old Alsatian Costume." src="images/page199c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Bad kind of dress to run, and jump, and play in."
+src="images/page199d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Too much material in the train and too little on
+the shoulders." src="images/page199e.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"Mother, do put on a shawl, please, before you go
+down."<br>
+"Why, Sonnie?"<br>
+"Oh, because some one's is sure to see you if you go down
+like that!"<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="200"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#199">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#201">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 200&mdash;Useful Fashions</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Physical Exercise Costume." src="images/page200a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Jewess of Tunis." src="images/page200b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Reform Costume." src="images/page200c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Reform Dress for Travelling."
+src="images/page200d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Bloomer Costume." src="images/page200e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="An Afghan Lady." src="images/page200f.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Syrian Costume." src="images/page200g.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mountain Climbing Costume." src="images/page200h.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="201"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#200">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#202">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 201&mdash;Funny, Foolish, and Useful Fashions</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Maharajah of Jodhpore." src="images/page201a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Japanese Court Dress." src="images/page201b.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Chinese laborer." src="images/page201c.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Gentleman." src="images/page201d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="King Munza." src="images/page201e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="An Ancient Fop." src="images/page201f.png">
+<p>
+Ashamed to show his face. A few<br>
+frivolous fops and other foolish<br>
+men still wear corsets.
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="English Costume." src="images/page201g.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Canadian Indian." src="images/page201h.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Zulu Kaffir." src="images/page201i.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Kaffir." src="images/page201j.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Mandan Chief." src="images/page201k.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A gentleman." src="images/page201l.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="202"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#201">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#203">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 202&mdash;Boy Smoking</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Boy's First smoke." src="images/page202a.png">
+<p>
+Boy's First Smoke.<br>
+Enjoying the Tobacco Poison.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Shortly Afterwards." src="images/page202b.png">
+<p>
+Shortly Afterwards.<br>
+Suffering from the Tobacco Poison.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A Youth stunted, wasted and wasting by CigaretteSmoking."
+src="images/page202c.png">
+<p>
+A Youth stunted,<br>
+wasted and wasting by<br>
+Cigarette Smoking.<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<img alt="Twin Brothers." src="images/page202d.png">
+<p>
+<b>Twin Brothers.</b><p>
+Brother who Smoked,<br>
+thereby destroying his Vital<br>
+Organs, his Good Looks, and <br>
+Stunting his Body.<p>
+Brother who Didn't Smoke,<br>
+and therefore grew<br>
+Good-Looking, Big, Healthy<br>
+and Strong.<br>
+<p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<b>Multitudes of Employers, both in England and America,
+will<br>
+not employ Boy Smokers, and publicly announce the
+same.<br></b>
+<p>
+<img alt="Boy Smokers Seeking Employment."
+src="images/page202e.png">
+<br>
+[From the "Social Gazette," also from the "Australian War Cry."]
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The following statements show some of the large establishments that
+are<br>
+closed against cigarette smokers in America:&mdash;
+<p>
+"Swift &amp; Co. (Packing House, Chicago), and other
+Chicago business<br>
+houses, employing hundreds of boys, have issued this
+announcement,<br>
+or similar ones&mdash;<i>So impressed with the danger of
+Cigarette using<br>
+that we do not employ a Cigarette user.</i><br>
+Marshall Field, the Mammoth Universal Provider, gave
+similar<br>
+notice.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="203"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#202">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#204">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 203&mdash;Smoking Land</h3>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Montgomery, Ward and Co., the universal providers, say,
+"We will<br>
+not employ cigarette users."<br>
+<p>
+"Morgan and Wright Tyre company, large employers,
+announce, "No<br>
+cigarettes can be smoked by our employees."<br>
+<p>
+"At John Wanamakers.&mdash;The application blank to be
+filled out by<br>
+boys applying for a position reads: 'Do you use tobacco
+or<br>
+cigarettes?' A negative answer is expected, and is
+favourable to<br>
+their acceptance as employes."<br>
+<p>
+"Heath and Milligan, Chicago, bar cigarette users."<br>
+<p>
+"Carson, Pirie and Scott, Chicago, bar cigarette smokers
+as<br>
+employes."<br>
+<p>
+Ayer's Sarsparilla Company, Lovell, employs hundreds of
+boys.<br>
+&mdash;"March 1, 1902&mdash;Believing that the smoking of
+cigarettes is<br>
+injurious to both mind and body, thereby unfitting young
+men for<br>
+their best work&mdash;therefore after this date we will
+not employ any<br>
+young man under twenty-one years of age who smokes
+cigarettes."<br>
+<p>
+"I've got a boy for you, sir." Glad of it; who is he?"
+asked the<br>
+master workman of a large establishment. The man told the
+boy's<br>
+name and where he lived. "Don't want him," said the
+master workman,<br>
+"he has got a bad mark." "A bad mark, sir; what?" "I meet
+him every<br>
+day with a cigar in his mouth; I don't want smokers!"<br>
+<p>
+"The Lehigh Valley Railroad bars cigarette smokers."<br>
+<p>
+"The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific Railroad bars
+cigarette<br>
+smoking."<br>
+<p>
+"The New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad bars
+employes who<br>
+smoke cigarettes."<br>
+<p>
+"The Central Railroad, Georgia, forbids cigarette
+smoking."<br>
+<p>
+"The Union Pacific Railroad forbids cigarette
+smoking."<br>
+<p>
+The following is a public notice: "The Western Union
+Telegraph<br>
+Company will discharge from their messenger service boys
+who<br>
+persist in smoking cigarettes."<br>
+<p>
+A Telephone Company.&mdash;Order: "You are directed to
+serve notice<br>
+that the use of cigarettes after August 1 will be
+prohibited; and<br>
+you are further instructed to, in the future, refuse to
+employ<br>
+anyone who is addicted to the habit."&mdash;Leland Hume,
+Assistant<br>
+General Manager of the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph
+Company.<br>
+<p>
+"In the United States Weather Bureau.&mdash;'Chief of
+United States<br>
+Weather Bureau, Willis M. Moore, has placed the ban on
+cigarettes<br>
+in this department of Government service'."<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Smoking Does Some Good, but More Evil</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Smoking soothes and comforts millions of the worried and the weary,
+and brings much pleasure to the habitual smoker, but it always more
+or less injures the health of the smoker and sometimes kills him. The
+vast majority of the medical fraternity condemn smoking, especially
+by the young.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking injures multitudes of boys in many respects.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often leads to boys into bad company.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often makes them precocious, undutiful, impudent
+and callous.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often ruins the health.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking generally stunts their growth.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking generally sallows their complexion.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often leads them to lying.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often leads them to stealing.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often leads them to drinking.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking degenerates the boy physically, mentally, and
+morally.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smokers cannot excel in athletic sports, such as
+boating, cricket, cycling.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smokers are always at the bottom of the class in school
+and college, and backward at all kinds of study.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Excessive smoking causes mental and physical laziness in
+boys and men.<br>
+<p>
+The following organs, fluids, functions, etc., of the body,
+especially of the young, are frequently more or less affected by the
+use of tobacco:&mdash;The blood, the heart, the nerves, the brain, the
+liver, the lungs, the stomach, the throat, the saliva, the taste, the
+voice, the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, the tongue, the
+palate, the pancreas, the lips, the teeth, the bones, the skin.
+<p>
+Medical men and observing experts affirm many diseases are caused or
+accelerated by the use of tobacco, among which are the
+following:&mdash;
+Heart disease, consumption, cancer, ulceration, asthma, bronchitis,
+neuralgia, paralysis, palsy, apoplexy, indigestion, dysentery,
+diarrhoea, constipation, sleeplessness, melancholia, delirium
+tremens, insanity.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking frequently leads to prolonged suffering.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often destroys the appetite.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking sometimes weakens the will power.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking sometimes leads to loss of memory.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking often leads to despondency.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking sometimes leads to suicide.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Smoking frequently leads to loss&mdash;loss by bad
+health and waste of valuable time&mdash;direct loss in money required
+for other purposes, and immense loss through reckless, thoughtless, or
+unfortunate smokers being the cause of partial or total destruction
+by fire of buildings, ships, factories, homesteads, crops, stores,
+and property of many kinds; also loss of life and property
+by explosions in mines, explosive factories, powder
+magazines, explosive stores, etc.<br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tobacco using is an unclean habit, and offensive habit,
+an enslaving habit, often it is an intensely selfish habit.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tobacco fumes, especially in small and poorly-ventilated
+houses or rooms, injure or destroy the health of multitudes of
+wives, and injure the health of multitudes of infants and
+children.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tobacco using injures the unborn child by giving it a
+puny body and an imperfect start in life.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Tobacco using is fast degenerating the race.<br>
+<p>
+A third of the recruits for the Army are disqualified through
+smoking.
+<p>
+The following Governments have passes laws against juvenile smoking:
+Germany, Switzerland, Norway, Japan, Canada, Nova Scotia, New
+Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, British Columbia, the North West
+Territories, Cape Colony, New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia,
+Tasmania, and about 48 of the States and Territories out of 53; and
+so terrible and deplorable an effect has juvenile smoking upon the
+race that most other Governments are considering the advisability of
+passing laws against it.
+<p>
+The insidious influence of cigarette smoking by boys is shown in
+these examples of handwriting, taken from a London Country Council
+health report. The first was written by a boy when he was a victim of
+the habit; the second is the same boy's writing when he had given it
+up, ten months later.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Handwriting Samples." src="images/page203a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="204"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#203">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#205">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 204&mdash;Narcotics and Intoxicants</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Narcotics and Intoxicants</b></center><br>
+<p>
+In most parts of the word man has found out some way of stimulating,
+soothing, or deadening his animal system by means of plants or drugs.
+Hundreds of these stimulating, intoxicating, soothing, and stupefying
+substances have been discovered and used in various countries, chief
+amongst which may be mentioned&mdash;
+<p>
+Opium, Tobacco, Indian Hemp, Betel Nut, and Alcohol; and others are
+used in a less degree, such as Coca, Kola Nut, Thorn Apple, Cocculus
+Indicus, Intoxicating Toadstool, Deadly Nightshade, Henbane,
+Rhododendron, Azalea, Emetic Holly, Bearded Darnel, etc. The first
+five among those human pleasers and human destroyers are&mdash;
+<p>
+1. Alcohol, now drank in the shape of spirits, wine,
+beer, or some<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+other form probably by 500,000,000 persons.<br>
+2. Opium, smoked, inhaled, drank or swallowed by
+probably<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;100,000,000.<br>
+3. Tobacco, now smoked, chewed, and snuffed by probably
+300,000,000<br>
+4. Haschish, made from Indian Hemp, now smoked, chewed,
+or<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;swallowed by probably 150,000,000.<br>
+5. Betel Nut, chewed probably by 50,000,000.<br>
+<p>
+These five narcotising and intoxicating poisons are used, more or
+less, by half the people in the world, giving some considerable
+pleasure at times, but destroying, more or less, the health of all
+who use them, and gradually stunting the form and otherwise
+undermining the well-being of the entire human race.
+<p>
+Chemistry also produces many things which are taken in the same way
+and for the same purpose, such as Laudanum, Morphia, Cocaine,
+Chloral, Chloroform, Ether, &amp;c., and many so-called patent
+medicines.
+These all tend to form habits which soothe and please for a time, but
+they all damage or destroy in the end.
+<p>
+The great bulk of easy-going, unreflecting people have no idea what
+an amount of mischief and misery the habit of using these things
+inflict upon poor humanity.
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<i>Books show </i><b>narcotics, toxicants,</b><br>
+<i>Of each and every kind;</i><br>
+<i>Insidious destroyers all,</i><br>
+<i>Of body and of mind.</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+These four pages show at a glance the effects of the three most
+fascinating and seductive Drugs in the world&mdash;Tobacco, Opium, and
+Alcohol, and which physically, mentally, and morally injure or ruin
+the greatest number of mankind.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Virginian Tobacco." src="images/page204a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="A young man gradually destroying himself with Tobacco."
+src="images/page204b.png">
+<p>
+A good-looking young man soothing,<br>
+comforting, poisoning, and gradually<br>
+destroying himself with Tobacco.<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Chinese Smoking Opium." src="images/page204c.png">
+<p>
+Chinese Smoking Opium.<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="The Poppy Plant, from which Opium is made."
+src="images/page204d.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Indian Hemp Plant, from which Hasheesh is made."
+src="images/page204e.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<img alt="Two Shoeblacks." src="images/page204f.png">
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+First Shoeblack&mdash;What yer doin', Bill?<br>
+Second Shoeblack&mdash;Learnin' to Smoke.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Drink Craving</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Probably the best use a man can make of his leisure time is to read
+good books and to follow their advice, and the worst use he can make
+of it is to indulge in intoxicating liquor, and to go where that will
+lead or take him.
+<p>
+It is said that "Dipsomania," "Alcoholism," or the
+"Craving-for-Drink" disease can be cured in most persons by certain
+remedies an proper management, and the time has come now when the
+lovers of human progress everywhere feel that this fearful curse must
+be grappled with, and, if possible, stamped out like the smallpox, or
+any other terrible disease. One writer sums up the evils of drinking
+as follows:&mdash;
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+"It injures the health.<br>
+It shortens life.<br>
+It originates hereditary disease.<br>
+It ruins the character of thousands.<br>
+It destroys the peace of families and of individuals.<br>
+It causes husbands and wives to neglect each other, their
+children,<br>
+and their homes.<br>
+It makes wives widows, and children orphans.<br>
+It bereaves parents of their children.<br>
+It reduces families to penury.<br>
+It hinders the amelioration of the poorer classes of
+society.<br>
+It makes time hard and trade bad.<br>
+It is a cause of quarrels, robberies, and murders.<br>
+It is a cause of suicide.<br>
+It fills our prisons.<br>
+It fills our poorhouses.<br>
+It fills our hospitals.<br>
+It fills our madhouses."
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Books, like strong drink, will drown a
+man's cares</i><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<i>But do not waste his wealth,</i><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Books leave him better, drink the
+worse,</i><br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<i>In character and health.</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<img alt="Two talented men gradually poisoning themselves with
+Brandy and Tobacco." src="images/page204g.png">
+<p>
+Two talented men soothing, comforting,<br>
+and gradually poisoning themselves<br>
+with Brandy and Tobacco.<p>
+<br>
+<a name="205"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#204">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#206">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 205&mdash;Pipes of the World</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Pipes of the World<br></b></center>
+Showing one of Cole's "Similarities of Mankind"
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<img alt="Pipes of the World." src="images/page205a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<a name="206"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#205">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- <A HREF="#207">Next</A>
+<h3>Page 206&mdash;The Supreme Being</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>GOD</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Go to the top of a mountain so that you can see 50 miles in all
+directions; you then observe a space 100 miles in diameter. Now the
+<i>world</i> contains 25,000 such areas as that. Our world is
+amazingly
+vast, but our sun is a million times as large; yet we see rolling in
+space thousands as large as our own, which probably have accompanying
+worlds. And again, beyond this the telescope and astral-photography
+reveal to us that <i>to the right, and to the left, before and behind,
+above and below, and to every point of the heavens, and at immense
+distances,</i> millions and millions again of enormous stellar bodies
+exist, roll, revolve and travel through space. Multitudes of these
+suns and worlds around us in every direction are at such immense
+distances that a person travelling with the speed of light, namely,
+200,000 miles, or 8 times round our earth, in a <i>second</i>, world
+take
+<i>1000,000 years</i> to reach them. Nor can we imagine an end to this
+stupendous universe, or an end to space, for is we try to do so the
+question immediately occurs, <i>what is still outside and beyond
+that?</i>
+And so on to incomprehensible and overwhelming infinitude. And these
+many millions of suns and worlds and systems and all their parts are
+clearly working together, like the most exquisitely designed
+clockwork. Look at the marvellous mechanism of the human brain, the
+human eye, the human hand, the human heart, and in fact the whole
+human structure and composition; they all prove the truth of the
+affirmation that man is "fearfully and wonderfully made." Nay
+further, examine carefully every object in existence, however
+stupendously large or, as shown by the microscope, infinitesimally
+small, and they each and all appear equally perfect for their
+purpose. Can we see all this, and think on it, and not imagine a
+Designer and Controller of infinite attributes? It always appeared
+to me that there must be in this vast, illimitable, and beautiful
+universe, myriads of beings, superior to our weak mortal selves,
+and at the head of all and over all, an immortal Being of infinite
+perfections, which thinking men in all countries and ages have
+called GOD. And shall not we, immortal souls, increase in knowledge
+and wisdom, and as the ages roll on, more and more perceive and
+understand this mighty universe and its Author? I firmly believe we
+shall, and that as yet we are only beginning to live and think and
+understand and appreciate.
+<p>
+The Supreme Being was believed in, praised and worshipped by all the
+ancient peoples, and is now believed in, praised and worshipped by
+the vast majority of the people of the world&mdash;it is true under
+different names, but still it is the same idea&mdash;a Being without
+beginning and without end&mdash;Infinite in Wisdom&mdash;Infinite in
+Goodness
+&mdash;Infinite in Power&mdash;Infinite in Action and, at all times,
+everywhere and present.
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+E. W. Cole<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Ancients' Idea of God</b></center><br>
+<p>
+God extends from eternity to
+eternity.&mdash;<i>Aristotle.</i><br>
+<p>
+Nothing is more ancient than God, for He was never
+created; nothing<br>
+more beautiful than the world, it is the work of that
+same God.&mdash;<br>
+<i>Thales.</i><br>
+<p>
+Nature herself has imprinted on the minds of all the idea
+of a God;<br>
+for what nation or race of men is there that has not,
+even without<br>
+being taught, some idea of a God.&mdash;<i>Cicero.</i><br>
+<p>
+There is one God; Him the Christians, Him the Jews, Him
+all the<br>
+Gentile people worship.&mdash;<i>Emperor Adrian.</i><br>
+<p>
+Amid so much war, contest, and variety of opinion, you
+will find<br>
+one consenting conviction in every land that there is one
+God, the<br>
+King and Father of all.&mdash;<i>Maximus Tyrius.</i><br>
+<p>
+If we suppose a God, to Him there can be nothing mean and
+nothing<br>
+great. The most trivial things must be equal under His
+regard as<br>
+the most august. All-powerful, omniscient, and
+omnipresent, He must<br>
+encompass all things, and pervade all things. Ignorant of
+nothing,<br>
+forgetting nothing, despising nothing, He must direct
+the<br>
+operations of the universe with perfect skill, and
+sustain every<br>
+part in consummate order.&mdash;<i>Plato.</i><br>
+<p>
+What land or what see will man find without God? Into
+what part of<br>
+the earth wilt thou descend and hide thyself, O unhappy
+wretch!<br>
+where thou canst escape from
+God?&mdash;<i>Plutarch.</i><br>
+<p>
+Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and the
+glory, and<br>
+the victory, and the majesty; for all that is in the
+heaven and in<br>
+the earth, is Thine; Thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and
+Thou art<br>
+exalted as head above all.&mdash;<i>David.</i><br>
+<p>
+He is God, the Great, the Mighty, the Tremendous, the
+Merciful, the<br>
+Gracious, the Benign, the Wise, the Faithful, the Just,
+and the<br>
+Virtuous; Omniscience, Omnipresence, Omnipotence, are His
+alone,<br>
+whose Being knew no beginning, and can know no
+end.&mdash;<i>The Mishna<br>
+Torah.</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Name of God in 48 Languages</b></center><br>
+<p>
+"Aeolian and Doric&mdash;Ilos. Arabic&mdash;Allah.
+Armorian&mdash;Teuti. Assyrian
+&mdash;Eleah. Celtic and Gallic&mdash;Diu. Chaldaic&mdash;Eilah.
+Chinese&mdash;Prussa.
+Coromandel&mdash;Brama. Cretan&mdash;Thios. Danish and
+Swedish&mdash;Gut. Dutch&mdash;
+Godt. English and Old Saxon&mdash;God. Finch&mdash;Jumala.
+Flemish&mdash;Goed.
+French&mdash;Dieu. German and Swiss&mdash;Gott. Greek&mdash;Theos.
+Hebrew&mdash;
+Elohim, Eloha. Hindostanee&mdash;Rain. Irish&mdash;Dia.
+Italian&mdash;Dio.
+Japanese&mdash;Goezur. Lapp&mdash;Jubinal. Latin&mdash;Deus. Low
+Breton&mdash;Done.
+Low Latin&mdash;Diex. Madagascar&mdash;Zannar. Malay&mdash;Alla.
+Modern Egyptian
+&mdash;Teun. Norwegian&mdash;Gud. Olalu Tongue&mdash;Deu. Old
+Egyptian&mdash;Teut. Old
+German&mdash;Diet. Pannonian&mdash;Istu. Persian&mdash;Siie.
+Peruvian&mdash;
+Puchecammae. Pollaacca&mdash;Bung. Portuguese&mdash;Deos.
+Provencal&mdash;Diou.
+Runic&mdash;As. Slav&mdash;Buch. Spanish&mdash;Dios. Syriac and
+Turkish&mdash;Alah.
+Tartar&mdash;Magatal. Teutonic&mdash;Goth. Zemblain&mdash;Fetiza."
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>The Moderns' Idea of God</b></center><br>
+<p>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Father of ALL! in every age,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;In every clime adored,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+By saint, by savage and by sage,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+&nbsp;Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.&mdash;<i>Pope.</i><br>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0>
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+The Supreme Being whom we call God, is a necessary,
+self-existent,<br>
+eternal, immense, omnipotent, omniscient, and best Being;
+and<br>
+therefore also a Being who is and ought to be esteemed
+most sacred<br>
+of holy.&mdash;<i>N. Grew.</i><br>
+<p>
+What an immense workman is God! in miniature as well as
+in the<br>
+great. With the one hand, perhaps, He is making a ring of
+one<br>
+hundred thousand miles in diameter, to revolve round a
+planet like<br>
+Saturn, and with the other as forming a tooth in the ray
+of a<br>
+feather of a humming-bird, or a point in the claw of the
+foot of a<br>
+microscopic insect. When he works in miniature,
+everything is<br>
+gilded, polished, and perfect, but whatever is made by
+human art,<br>
+as a needle, etc., when viewed by a microscope, appears
+rough, and<br>
+coarse, and bungling.&mdash;<i>Bishop Law.</i><br>
+<p>
+Nothing is easier than to say the
+word&mdash;<i>universe</i>, and yet it<br>
+would take us millions of millions of years to bestow one
+hasty<br>
+glance upon the surface of that small portion of it which
+lies<br>
+within the range of our glasses. But what are all the
+suns, comets,<br>
+earths, moons, atmospheres, seas, rivers, mountains,
+valleys,<br>
+plains, woods, cattle, wild beasts, fish, fowl, grasses,
+plants,<br>
+shrubs, minerals, and metals, compared with the meaning
+of the one<br>
+name&mdash;God!&mdash;<i>Pulsford.</i><br>
+<p>
+The whole evolution of times and ages, from everlasting
+to<br>
+everlasting, is, collectedly an presentifickly
+represented to God<br>
+at once, as if all things and actions were at this very
+instant<br>
+really present and existent before Him.&mdash;<i>Sir T.
+More.</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+Who taught the bird to build her nest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of wool and hay and moss?<br>
+Who taught her how to weave it best,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And lay the twigs across?<br>
+Who taught the busy bee to fly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Among the sweetest flowers&mdash;<br>
+And lay her store of honey by,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To eat in winter hours?<br>
+Who taught the little ants the way<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their narrow holes to bore,<br>
+And through the pleasant summer's day<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;To gather up their store?
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<center>&mdash;</center>
+<p>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+There's not a tint that paints the rose,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or decks the lily fair,<br>
+Or marks the humblest flower that grows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But God has placed it there.<br>
+There's not of grass a simple blade,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Or leaf of lowliest mien,<br>
+Where heav'nly skill is not displayed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And heav'nly goodness seen.<br>
+There's not a star whose twinkling light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Illumes the distant earth,<br>
+And cheers the solemn gleam of night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;But mercy gave it birth.<br>
+There's not a cloud whose dews distil<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the parching clod,<br>
+And clothe with verdure vale and hill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;That is not sent by God.<br>
+There's not a place on earth's vast round,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;In ocean deep, or air,<br>
+Where skill and wisdom are not found,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;For God is everywhere.<br>
+Around, beneath, below, above,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Wherever space extends,<br>
+There Heaven displays its boundless love,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And power with mercy
+blends.&mdash;<i>Wallace.</i><br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Eternal Goodness</b></center><br>
+<p>
+I dimly guess from blessings known,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of greater out of sight,<br>
+And, with the chastised Psalmist, own<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His judgements, too, are right.<br>
+<p>
+I know not what the future hath<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Of marvel or surprise,<br>
+Assured alone that life and death<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;His mercy underlies.<br>
+<p>
+I know not where His islands lift<br>
+I only know I cannot drift<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Their fronded palms in air;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond His love and care.<br>
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<a name="207"></a><br>
+<p><A HREF="#206">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- Next
+<h3>Back Cover</h3>
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 >
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center>Northern Portion Of<br>
+<b>COLE'S BOOK ARCADE,<br></b>
+Melbourne, Australia.<br></center>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<p>
+<img alt="Inside Cole's Book Arcade." src="images/page207a.png">
+<p>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>More than Two Million Books to choose from</b></center><br>
+<p>
+Every sightseer in the City of Melbourne should visit COLE'S BOOK
+ARCADE. It is entirely an Australian institution, being the first of
+its kind opened anywhere, and at the present time unequalled in any
+city of the world. It is 3 stories high, 600 feet deep, and an
+average width of 45 feet, with frontages to Bourke and Collins Sts.,
+the two main arteries of Melbourne; its public walkways are half a
+mile long, its galleries are supported on brass pillars, while
+hundreds of rainbows (the trade mark) decorate the interior and
+exterior of the establishment. There are 100 mirrors tastefully
+placed throughout the building. The present Arcade was opened on Cup
+Day, 1883, and has been visited every day (except Sundays), year in,
+year out, by an average of 5000 people, so that during the first 35
+years of its existence, more than 50 million visits were paid to it.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0 width="80%">
+<TBODY>
+<TR>
+<TD align="left">
+<center><b>Can get almost any Book you want</b></center><br>
+<p>
+There are several miles of shelving and 3,000 cedar drawers. The plan
+of book-drawers greatly facilitates the minute classification so that
+one can find with ease any book wanted on any subject. There are two
+Retail Departments of Books, one in Bourke Street, and one in Collins
+Street, and a large Wholesale one of three stories between the two.
+The Second-hand Book Department is 150 feet by 40. There are many
+other departments including New and Second-hand Music, Stationary,
+Fancy Goods, Artist's Materials, Toys, Art, Glass, and China-ware,
+Tea Salon, Circulating Library, Printing Works, etc. Free music
+recitals are given every afternoon and evening. Intellectual,
+well-behaved people collect and friends meet and feel happy in the
+Palace of Intellect.
+<p>
+</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
+<br>
+<p><A HREF="#207">Previous</A>
+- <A HREF="#003">Index</A>
+- Next
+</center>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
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