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+Project Gutenberg's Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1, by Edward William Cole
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
+
+Author: Edward William Cole
+
+Release Date: December 21, 2009 [EBook #30726]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLE'S FUNNY PICTURE BOOK NO. 1 ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Brian McPherson
+
+
+
+
+
+ Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
+
+ Written And Compiled By E.W. Cole (1832-1918)
+ First Published 1879 By Cole Publications, Melbourne, Australia.
+ 73rd Edition Totalling 920,000 copies. [*]
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Front Cover.]
+
+
+ Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
+
+ Or Family Amuser And Instructor;
+ To Delight The Children And Make Home Happier;
+ The Best Child's Picture Book In All The World.
+
+ It Contains Also Choice Riddles, Games
+ and pieces of reading for Adults.
+ Look through it yourself.
+
+ Long ago the Rainbow was a Sign it is said,
+ Now 'tis the Sign of Cole's Book Arcade.
+ So, when in the sky a bow is displayed,
+ Be sure that you think of the Book Arcade.
+ Cole's Book Arcade strange as it looks,
+ Contains more than a million books.
+ New and second-hand, common and rare,
+ Can get most any book you want there.
+
+
+[*] 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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Portrait of E. W. Cole.]
+
+
+ Edward William Cole
+
+ Born Woodchurch, Kent, England
+ 4th January, 1832
+
+ Died Essendon, Victoria, Australia
+ 16th December, 1918
+
+
+[Page 1--Australia]
+
+
+ Australia Is The Best Country On Earth
+
+
+ Australia a Grand Country
+
+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--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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+ Australia's Mineral Resources
+
+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 L660,252,694--comprising in round numbers, Gold
+L474,000,000; Tin L24,000,000; and other kinds L8,000,000. 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.
+
+
+ The Best Country On Earth--Unknown Australia
+
+"'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.'
+
+The speaker was the Rev. A. R. Edgar, head of the Central Mission,
+Melbourne.
+
+"'After circling the globe, then, you are still satisfied that
+Australia is not a bad country to live in?'
+
+"'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--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'."--From the "New Idea."
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+ E.W. Cole
+
+
+[Page 2--Cole's Funny Picture Book]
+
+
+[Illustration: I Want Cole's Funny Picture Book.]
+
+
+[Page 3--Index]
+
+
+ This Is The Funniest Picture Book In The World For Children
+
+If you search through the World you will not get a book that will so
+please a child, if you pay L100 or even L1000 for it. To parents,
+Grandparents, Uncles, Aunts, and Friends--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.
+
+
+ BABY RHYMES
+
+ Baby Going to Bed 4
+ Baby, Getting up 5
+ This Pig Went to Market 6
+ Baby Riding 6
+ Naughty Baby 7
+
+
+ LITTLE CHILDREN'S STORIES
+
+ Tom Thumb's Alphabet 8
+ Sing a Song-a-Sixpence 8
+ A Apple Pie 8
+ Captain Duck 8
+ Hey-Diddle-Diddle 9
+
+
+ GIRL LAND
+
+ Cry-Baby Belle 10
+ A Naughty Little Girl 10
+ Paulina Pry 10
+ Tearful Annie 10
+ Hattie's Birthday 11
+ Youth and Age 11
+ A Lost Child 11
+ Little Mary 11
+ Girl and Angel 11
+ Girl Who Wouldn't go to Bed 12
+ Girl That Beat Her Sister 12
+ The Sulky Girl 12
+ Girl Who Sucked Her Fingers 12
+ The Greedy Little Girl 12
+ Girl Who Played With Fire 12
+ The Vulgar Little Lady 12
+ Peggy Won't 13
+ The Wonderful Shadows 13
+ Little Bo-Peep 14
+ Pammy Was A Pretty Girl 14
+ The Little Husband 14
+ I'm Governess 14
+ Meddlesome Matty 15
+ Girl Who Spilled the Ink 15
+ Girl Who Was Always Tasting 15
+ Sally the Lazy Girl 15
+ Girl Who Wouldn't Comb Her Hair 15
+ The Nasty Cross Girls 15
+ Little Red Riding Hood 16
+ I'm Grandmama 16
+ The Babes in the Wood 16
+ Cinderella 17
+ The Three Bears 17
+ Bluebeard 17
+ My Girl 18
+ My Little Daughter's Shoes 18
+ The Old Cradle 18
+ A Little Goose 18
+ Girls 19
+ Girls Names 19
+ Vain Sarah 19
+ Several Kinds of Girls 19
+ Jumping Jennie 20
+ I Don't Care 20
+ Little Miss Meddlesome 20
+ Careless Matilda 20
+ Forty Little School Girls 21
+ Funny Monkeys 21
+ Tangle Pate 22
+ A Careless Girl 22
+ The Naughty Girl 22
+ Mopy Maria 22
+ Disobedient May 22
+ Sluttishness 22
+ Jane Who Bit Her Nails 22
+ Poking Fun 22
+ The Pin 23
+ Stupid Jane 23
+ Pouting Polly 23
+ Untidy Emily 23
+ Maidenhood 24
+ Girls That Are in Demand 24
+ Girls' Names 24
+ Name of Kate 24
+ Girl-Scolding Machine 25
+ Jenny Lee 26
+ Work Before Play 26
+ Lucy Grey 26
+ Mary Had a Little Lamb 26
+ We Are Seven 27
+ The poor But Blind Girl 27
+ Grace Darling 27
+ The Tidy Girl 27
+ Ruby Cole 28
+
+
+ BOY LAND
+
+ Vally Cole 29
+ Tom The Piper's Son 30
+ House That Jack Built 31
+ Simple Simon 31
+ Ten Little Niggers 31
+ Jack the Giant Killer 32
+ Jack and the Beanstalk 32
+ Hop-o-my-Thumb 33
+ Tom Thumb 33
+ Naughty Boys 34
+ Dirty Jack 35
+ Mischievous Fingers 35
+ Boy Stealing Apples 35
+ Playing With Fire 35
+ Wicked Willie 36
+ Rude, Bad, Naughty Boy 36
+ Little Chinky Chow 37
+ That Nice Boy 38
+ A Wicked Joking Boy 38
+ Jack the Glutton 39
+ Tom the Dainty Boy 39
+ A birds Nest Robber 39
+ A Cruel Boy 39
+ Boy Whipping Machine 40-41
+
+
+ DOLLY LAND
+
+ Puss's Doll 42
+ Pretty Doll 42
+ Dolly and I 43
+ Dolly's Broken Arm 43
+ Polly and Her Dolly 43
+ Singing to Dolly 44
+ My Dolly 44
+ Dolly's Asleep 44
+ Lost Dolly 45
+ Talking To Dolly 45
+ Darling Dolly 45
+ Ten Little Dollies 46
+ Washing-Day Troubles 47
+ New Tea Things 47
+ Doll Dress Making 48
+ Dolly Town 48
+ The Lost Doll 48
+ Dolly's Counterpane 48
+ Sewing For Dolly 48
+ My Little Doll Rose 48
+ The Wooden Doll 48
+ Buy My Dolls 48
+ Dolly's Doctor 49
+ Dolly's Broken Nose 49
+ The Dead Dolly 49
+ The Soldier Dolly 49
+ Christening Dolly 50
+ Maggie's Talk to Dolly 50
+ Minnie's Talk to Dolly 50
+ My Dolly 50
+ Dolly's Wedding 50
+ Grandmamma's Visit 51
+ Lucy's Dolls 51
+ The Doll Show 52
+ A Doll's Adventures 53
+ Story of a Doll 53
+ I'm Homesick Dolly Dear 54
+ A Thousand Names For
+ Dollies and Babies 55, 56, 57
+
+
+ NAUGHTINESS LAND
+
+ Good Mamma 58
+ How They Made Up 58
+ Cross Patch 58
+ Sulky Sarah 58
+ A New Year's Gift 59
+ Angry Words 59
+ Love One Another 59
+ Anger 60
+ Girl That Beat Her Sister 60
+ Little Dick Snappy 60
+ Where Do You Live 61
+ Govern Your Temper 61
+ The Ragged Girl's Sunday 62
+ Foolish Fanny 62
+ Pride 63
+ Finery 63
+ A Fop 63
+ Greedy Ned 64
+ Greedy Girl 64
+ Greedy Richard 64
+ Story Of an Apple 64
+ The Plum Cake 65
+ The Glutton 65
+ Hoggish Henry 65
+ Selfishness 65
+ Truthful Dottie 66
+ False Alarms 66
+ Girl That Told A Lie 66
+ Idle Mary 67
+ Lazy Sal 67
+ The Work Bag 67
+ The Two Gardens 67
+ Doing Nothing 67
+ Lazy Sam 68
+ The Beggar Man 68
+ Lazyland 68
+ The Lazy Boy 69
+ The Sluggard 69
+ Idle Dicky and the Goat 69
+ Come and Go 69
+ The Cruel Boy 70
+ Story of Cruel Fred 70
+ The Worm 70
+ No One Will See Me 71
+ Boy and His Mother 71
+ Boys and the Apple Tree 72
+ Thou Shalt Not Steal 72
+ The Thief 72
+ The Thieves' Ladder 73
+
+
+ SANTA CLAUS LAND
+
+ Santa Claus Land 74
+ A Visit From St. Nicholas 75
+ What Santa Claus Brings 75
+ Little Mary 75
+ Christmas 75
+ Christmas Eve Adventure 76
+ Little Bennie 76
+ Old Santa Claus 77
+ Night Before Christmas 77
+ Annie and Willie's Prayer 78
+ Budd's Stocking 79
+ Christmas Morning 79
+ Nellie And Santa Claus 80
+ Hang Up Baby's Stocking 80
+
+
+ PLAY LAND
+
+ Rabbit on the Wall 81
+ Little Romp 81
+ Tired of Play 82
+ The Lost Playmate 82
+ In The Toy Shop 83
+ Playing Store 83
+ Neat Little Clara 83
+ Hide and Seek 83
+ Little Sailors 84
+ Come Out to Play 84
+ Mud Pies 84
+ Hay Making 84
+ Johnny the Stout 85
+ Training Time 86
+ Playtime 87
+ Romping 87
+ Nurse's Song 87
+ Swinging 88
+ Skating 88
+ The skipping Rope 88
+ The Baby's Debut 89
+
+
+ READING LAND
+
+ Reading 90
+ Mrs Grammar's Ball 90
+ Grammar in Rhyme 90
+ Reading Land 91
+
+
+ WRITING LAND
+
+ Little Flo's Letter 92
+ The First Letter 92
+ Baby's Letter to Uncle 92
+ Nell's Letter 92
+ Two Letters 92
+ Going to Write to Papa 93
+ Papa's Letter 93
+ Polly's Letter to Ben 94
+ The Sunday Fisherman 95
+ Essay on Pictures 96
+
+
+ DRAWING LAND
+
+ The New Slate 97
+ Learning to Draw 98
+ A Lesson in Drawing 99
+
+
+ OLD MEN TALES
+
+ Old Man and His Wife 100
+ John Ball Shot Them All 100
+ Funny Old Man 100
+ Strange Men 100
+ Jack Sprat 101
+ Cross Old Man 101
+ Very Funny Men 101
+ Utter Nonsense 102
+ History Of John Gilpin 103
+ Australian Native Choir 104
+
+
+ OLD WOMEN TALES
+
+ Woman Who Lived in a Shoe 106
+ Mother Goose 107
+ Old Women of Stepney 107
+ Funny Old Women 108
+ Old Woman Who Went
+ Up in a Basket 108
+ Twenty-six Funny Women 109
+
+
+ TRAVELLING LAND
+
+ Forty Ways of Travelling 110-113
+ Flying Machines 114-117
+
+
+ NAME LAND
+
+ 555 Boys' Names 118
+ 555 Girls' Names 119
+
+
+ GAME LAND
+
+ Cole's Game of Hats
+ and Bonnets 120-123
+ Riddles and Catches 124-127
+ Picture Puzzles 128-143
+ Shadows on the Wall 144
+ Deaf and Dumb Alphabet 145
+ Language of Flowers 146
+ Kindness to Animals 147
+ Funny Australian Natives 148-149
+
+
+ PUSSY LAND
+
+ My Pussy 150
+ Pussy-Cat and Mousey 150
+ Puss and the Monkey 150
+ Mary's Puss Drowned 150
+ Dame Trot's Puss 151
+ Daddy Hubbard's Cat 152
+ Story of a Little Mouse 153
+ Tom, Puss, and the Rats 154
+ Puss in Boots 155
+ Monkey and the Cats 155
+ Dick Whittington 155
+ More Pussy Land 156
+ The White Kitten 157
+ Little Pussy 158
+ Puss and the Crab 158
+ Puss in the Corner 159
+ Tabby 159
+ Old Puss 159
+ Dead Kitten 160
+ My Own Puss 161
+ Putting Kitty to Bed 161
+
+
+ DOGGY LAND
+
+ Mother Hubbard and Dog 162
+ Puss and Rover 163
+ No Breakfast for Growler 163
+ Poor Old Tray 163
+
+
+ GOAT LAND
+
+ O'Grady's Goat 164
+ The Goat and the Swing 164
+
+
+ MONKEY LAND
+
+ Meddlesome Jacko 165
+ A Fruitless Sorrow 165
+
+
+ GEE-GEE LAND
+
+ The Wonderful Horse 166
+ The Horse 166
+ Good Dobbin 166
+ Horse Sentenced to Die 167
+ The Arab and His Horse 167
+ Farmer John 168
+
+
+ DONKEY LAND
+
+ The Cottager's Donkey 169
+ Old Jack the Donkey 169
+ Poor Donkey's Epitaph 169
+
+
+ MOO-MOO LAND
+
+ The Cow and the Ass 170
+ The Cowboy's Song 171
+ That Calf 171
+
+
+ BA-BA LAND
+
+ The Lost Lamb 172
+ The Pet Lamb 172-173
+
+
+ PIGGY LAND
+
+ The Pig is a Gentleman 174
+ Five Little Pigs 174
+ The Self-willed pig 174
+ Three Naughty Pigs 175
+ The Spectre Pig 175
+ The Chinese Pig 176
+ Dame Crump and Her Pig 176
+ Old Woman and Her Pig 177
+ The Three Little Pigs 177
+
+
+ BUNNY LAND
+
+ Disobedient Bunny 178
+ The Wild Rabbits 178
+ The Pet Rabbit 178
+ The Little Hare 179
+ The Poor Hunted Hare 179
+ Epitaph on a Hare 179
+
+
+ RAT LAND
+
+ Pied Piper of Hamelin 180
+ Wicked Bishop Hatto 181
+
+
+ MOUSEY LAND
+
+ The Three Mice 182
+ The Foolish Mouse 182
+ Run, Mousey, Run! 182
+ The Gingerbread Cat 182
+ A Clever Mother Mouse 183
+ The Mouse's Call 183
+ The Foolish Mouse 183
+
+
+ FROGGY LAND
+
+ The Foolish Frogs 184
+ Marriage of Mr. Froggie 184
+ Frogs at School 184
+ Frog That Went a Wooing 185
+ Mixed Animal Land 186-187
+ The Squirrel 188
+ Wonderful Bird Nests 189
+ Cole's Poems on Books 190
+
+
+ COMIC ADVERTISER
+
+ Serious Sambo 191
+ Laughter as a Medicine 191
+ Man Made to Laugh 191
+ Josh Billings' Prayer 191
+ Fun Better Than Physic 192
+ Fun About Music 193
+ Going to Coles' Book
+ Arcade 194-195
+ Wonderful Sea Serpent 196
+ Funny, Foolish and
+ Useful Fashions 197-201
+ Boy Smoking 202-203
+ Narcotics and Intoxicants 204
+ Pipes of the World 205
+
+
+READER--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--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.
+
+
+[Page 4--Baby Rhymes]
+
+
+[Illustration: Tired And Going To Bed.]
+
+
+ A Piece of Poetry for Mother and Father to Read
+
+ I suppose if all the children,
+ Who have lived through ages long,
+ Were collected and inspected
+ They would make a wondrous throng.
+
+ Oh the babble of the Babel!
+ Oh, the flutter and the fuss;
+ To begin with Cain and Abel,
+ And to finish up with us!
+
+ Some have never laughed nor spoken,
+ Never used their rosy feet;
+ Some have even flown to heaven,
+ Ere they knew that earth was sweet.
+
+ And indeed, I wonder whether,
+ If we reckon every birth,
+ And bring such a flock together,
+ There is room for them on earth.
+
+ Think of all the men and women
+ Who are now and who have been;
+ Every nation since creation
+ That this world of ours has seen.
+
+ And of all of them not any
+ But was once a baby small;
+ While of children, oh, how many
+ Never have grown up at all.
+
+
+[Page 5--Baby Rhymes]
+
+
+[Illustration: Getting Up As Happy As Larks.]
+
+ Who will wash their smiling faces?
+ Who their saucy ears will box?
+ Who will dress them and caress them?
+ Who will darn their little socks?
+
+ Where are arms enough to hold them?
+ Hands to pat each smiling head?
+ Who will praise them? who will scold them?
+ Who will pack them off to bed?
+
+ Little happy Christian children,
+ Little savage children too,
+ In all stages of all ages,
+ That our planet ever knew;
+
+ Little princes and princesses,
+ Little beggars, wan and faint--
+ Some in very handsome dresses,
+ Naked some, bedaubed with paint.
+
+ Only think of the confusion
+ Such a motley crowd would make;
+ And the clatter of their chatter,
+ And the things that they won't break
+
+ Oh the babble of the Babel!
+ Oh, the flutter and the fuss;
+ To begin with Cain and Abel,
+ And to finish up with us!
+
+
+[Page 6--Children's Rhymes]
+
+
+ Children's Rhymes
+
+[Illustration: This Pig Went To Market.]
+
+ 1. This pig went to market:
+ 2. This pig stayed at home:
+ 3. This pig had meat:
+ 4. This pig had none:
+ 5. And this pig cried, "Wee, wee," all the way home.
+
+
+ Game of Child's Features
+
+ Here sits the Lord Mayor! (forehead)
+ Here sits his two men! (eyes)
+ Here sits the cock! (right cheek)
+ Here sits the hen! (left cheek)
+ Here sit the little chickens! (tip of nose)
+ Here they run in; (mouth)
+ Chinchopper, chinchopper,
+ Chinchopper, chin! (chuck the chin)
+
+
+ Face Game
+
+ Ring the bell! (giving its hair a pull)
+ Knock at the door! (tapping its forehead)
+ Draw the latch! (pulling up it's nose)
+ And walk in! (putting finger in mouth)
+
+
+ Face Game
+
+ (Eye) Bo Peeper! (Nose) Nose dreeper!
+ (Chin) Chinchopper!
+ (Teeth) White Lopper!
+ (Mouth) little gap! (Tongue) and red rag!
+
+
+ Game on the Toes
+
+ 1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
+ 2. What to do there? says that pig;
+ 3. Too look for my mother, says this pig;
+ 4. What to do with her? says that pig;
+ 5. Kiss her to death, says this pig.
+
+
+ Going to Market
+
+ To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
+ Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
+ To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
+ Home again, home again, joggety-jog.
+
+
+ Baby Riding
+
+ Ride baby, ride, pretty baby shall ride,
+ And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side.
+ And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,
+ And away she shall ride to see her grand-mother,
+ To see her grandmother.
+
+
+ Ride a Cock-Horse
+
+ Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross,
+ To see what Tommy can buy;
+ A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
+ And a two-penny apple pie.
+ Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross,
+ To see a young lady on a white horse,
+ Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
+ And so she makes music wherever she goes.
+
+
+ Baby Riding
+
+ This is the way the ladies ride;
+ Tre, tre, tree,
+ This is the way the ladies ride;
+ Tre, tre, tree.
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+ Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+ Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+ This is the way the farmers ride;
+ Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
+ This is the way the farmers ride;
+ Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
+
+
+ Clap Hands
+
+ Clap hands, clap hands,
+ Till father comes home;
+ For father's got money,
+ But mother's got none.
+
+
+ When Dad Comes Home
+
+ You shall have an apple,
+ You shall have a plum,
+ You shall have a rattle,
+ When your dad comes home.
+
+
+ Pat-A-Cake
+
+ Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+ So I will, master, as fast as I can,
+ Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+ Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
+
+
+ Come, Butter, Come
+
+ Churn, butter, churn! come, butter, come!
+ Peter stands at the gate,
+ Waiting for a butter cake;
+ Come, butter, come!
+
+
+ Baby Crying
+
+ When Jacky's a very good boy,
+ He shall have cakes and a custard;
+ But when he does nothing but cry,
+ He shall have nothing but mustard.
+
+
+[Page 7--Children's Rhymes]
+
+
+ Hickup, go away.
+
+ Hickup, hickup, go away!
+ Come again another day:
+ Hickup, hickup, when I bake,
+ I'll give to you a butter-cake.
+
+
+ Dance, Baby.
+
+ Dance, little baby, dance up high,
+ Never mind, baby, mother is nigh;
+ Crow and caper, caper and crow--
+ There, little baby, there you go!
+ Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
+ Backwards and forwards, round and round.
+ Dance, little baby, and mother will sing!
+ Merrily, merrily, ding, dong, ding!
+
+
+ Dance, Little Baby.
+
+ Dance to your daddy,
+ My little babby,
+ Dance to your daddy,
+ My little lamb.
+ You shall have a fishy
+ In a little dishy;
+ You shall have a fishy
+ When the boat comes in.
+
+
+ Danty Baby Diddy.
+
+ Danty baby diddy,
+ What can a mammy do wid'e,
+ But sit in a lap,
+ And give 'un a pap?
+ Sing danty baby diddy.
+
+
+ Hush-a-bye Baa Lamb.
+
+ Hush-a-bye, a baa lamb,
+ Hush-a-by a milk cow,
+ You shall have a little stick
+ To beat the naughty bow-wow.
+
+
+ Bye, Baby Bunting.
+
+ Bye, baby bunting,
+ Daddy's gone a hunting,
+ To get a little rabbit skin
+ To wrap a baby bunting in.
+
+
+ Hush-a-bye Baby.
+
+ Hush-a-bye baby, on the tree top,
+ When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
+ When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall;
+ Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+ Hush-a-bye baby, Daddy is near:
+ Mammy's a lady, and that's very clear.
+
+
+ Rock-a-bye Baby.
+
+ Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green;
+ Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
+ And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
+ And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
+
+
+ Kissing Baby.
+
+ My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,
+ My darling, my honey, my pretty, sweet boy;
+ Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,
+ Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.
+
+
+ Good-night Baby
+
+ Baby, baby, lay your head
+ On your pretty cradle bed;
+ Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
+ And the light are gone away;
+ All the clothes are tucked in tight,
+ Little baby, dear, good night.
+
+
+ Lie still with Daddy.
+
+ Hush thee, my babby,
+ Lie still with thy daddy,
+ Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
+ To grind thee some wheat,
+ To make thee some meat,
+ And so, my babby, lie still.
+
+
+[Illustration: Monkey Feeding Baby.]
+
+
+ Monkey feeding Baby.
+
+ Oh, my lady! my lady! my lady!
+ Here's that funny monkey
+ Has put on your night-cap,
+ And is feeding
+ The baby! the baby! the baby!
+
+
+ Baby getting up
+
+ Baby, baby ope your eye,
+ For the sun is in the sky,
+ And he's peeping once again
+ Through the pretty window pane:
+ Little baby, do not keep
+ Any longer fast asleep.
+
+
+ Washing Baby's Hands
+
+ Wash hands, wash,
+ Daddy's gone to plough;
+ If you want your hands wash'd,
+ Have them washed now.
+
+
+ Combing Baby's Hair
+
+ Comb hair, comb,
+ Daddy's gone to plough;
+ If you want your hair comb'd
+ Have it combed now.
+
+
+ Baby Brother
+
+ My pretty baby-brother
+ Is six months old to-day,
+ And though he cannot speak,
+ He knows whate'er I say.
+
+ Whenever I come near,
+ He crows for very joy;
+ And dearly do I love him,
+ The darling baby-boy.
+
+
+ Baby
+
+ He opens his mouth when he kisses you;
+ He cries very loud when he misses you;
+ He says "Boo! boo! boo!" for "How-do-you-do?"
+ And he strokes down your face when he's loving you.
+
+
+ Learning to walk alone
+
+ Come, my darling, come away,
+ Take a pretty walk to-day;
+ Run along, and never fear,
+ I'll take care of baby dear;
+ Up and down with little feet,
+ That's the way to walk, my sweet.
+
+
+ See-Saw
+
+ See-saw sacradown,
+ Which is the way to London town,
+ One foot up is the other down,
+ That is the way to London town.
+
+
+ Naughty Baby
+
+ Baby, baby Charlie,
+ Naughty in his play,
+ Slapping little Annie,
+ Pushing her away.
+
+ Patting with his soft hands,
+ Laughing in his fun;
+ Slapping with such good-will,
+ That the tear-drops run.
+
+ Do not cry, dear Annie,
+ Wipe away the tear;
+ Keep away from Charlie,
+ Do not come so near,
+
+ Or his little hands will
+ Pull your curly hair;
+ Peep at baby, Annie--
+ Peep behind the chair.
+
+ Kiss the baby, darling,
+ Kiss the little one;
+ He is only playing,
+ In his baby fun.
+
+
+[Page 8--Little Children's Stories]
+
+
+ Tom Thumb's Alphabet
+
+ A was an archer, who shot at a frog;
+ B was a butcher, who had a great dog;
+ C was a captain, all covered with lace;
+ D was a drunkard, and had a red face;
+ E was an esquire, with pride on his brow;
+ F was a farmer, who followed the plough;
+ G was a gamer, who had but ill luck;
+ H was a hunter, and hunted a buck;
+ I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse;
+ J was a joiner, and built up a house;
+ K was King William, once governed this land;
+ L was a lady, who had a white hand;
+ M was a miser, and hoarded up gold:
+ N was a nobleman, gallant and bold;
+ O was an oyster girl, and went about town;
+ P was a parson, and wore a black gown;
+ Q was a queen, who wore a silk slip;
+ R was a robber, and wanted a whip;
+ S was a sailor, and spent all he got;
+ T was a tinker, and mended a pot;
+ U was an usurer, a miserable elf;
+ V was a vintner, who drank all himself;
+ W was a watchman, and guarded the door;
+ X was expensive, and so became poor;
+ Y was a youth, that did not love school;
+ Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool;
+
+
+ Sing a Song-a-Sixpence
+
+ Sing a song-a-sixpence,
+ A pocket full of rye;
+ Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+ Baked in a pie;
+ When the pie was opened
+ The birds began to sing:
+ Was that not a dainty dish
+ To set before the king?
+ The king was in his counting-house,
+ Counting out his money,
+ The queen was in the parlour,
+ Eating bread and honey;
+ The maid was in the garden,
+ Hanging out the clothes;
+ Down came a blackbird,
+ And snapt off her nose.
+
+
+ Old Chairs to Mend
+
+ If I'd as much money as I could spend,
+ I never would cry old chairs to mend;
+ Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
+ I never would cry old chairs to mend.
+ If I'd as much money as I could tell,
+ I never would cry old clothes to sell;
+ Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
+ I never would cry old clothes to sell.
+
+
+ Dad's gane to Ploo
+
+ Cock-a-doodle-doo,
+ My dad's gane to ploo;
+ Mammy's lost her pudding-poke
+ And knows not what to do.
+
+
+ Hot Cross Buns
+
+ Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns!
+ One a penny, two a penny,
+ Hot-cross buns!
+ Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns!
+ If you have no daughters,
+ Give them to your sons.
+
+
+ Rabbit Pie
+
+ Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit-pie!
+ Come, my ladies, come and buy;
+ Else your babies they will cry.
+
+
+[Illustration: Baker With Pie.]
+
+
+ A--Apple-Pie
+
+ A apple pie;
+ B bit it;
+ C cut it;
+ D danced for it;
+ E eat it;
+ F fought for it;
+ G got it;
+ H had it;
+ I ignored it;
+ J jumped for it;
+ K kept it;
+ L longed for it;
+ M mourned for it;
+ N nodded at it;
+ O opened it;
+ P peeped in it;
+ Q quartered it;
+ R ran for it;
+ S stole it;
+ T took it;
+ U uncovered it;
+ V viewed it;
+ W wanted it;
+ X ax'ed for it;
+ Y yawned for it:
+ Z cried, "Zounds! let's eat it up."
+
+
+ Three Men in a Tub
+
+ Rub a dub, dub,
+ Three men in a tub;
+ And who do you think they were?
+ The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
+ They all came out of a rotten potato.
+
+
+ Dinner
+
+ Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?
+ How many holes in a skimmer?
+ Four-and-twenty, my stomach is empty;
+ Pray mamma, give me some dinner.
+
+
+ The Barber
+
+ Barber, barber, shave a pig,
+ How many hairs will make a wig?
+ "Four-and-twenty, that's enough,"
+ Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
+
+
+ Punch and Judy
+
+ Punch and Judy fought for a pie;
+ Punch gave Judy a blow on the eye.
+
+
+ Pease Pudding
+
+ Pease pudding hot,
+ Pease pudding cold,
+ Pease pudding in the pot,
+ Nine days old.
+
+
+ Porridge
+
+ A little bit of powdered beef,
+ And a great net of cabbage,
+ The best meal I have to-day
+ Is a good bowl of porridge.
+
+
+ Shaving
+
+ The barber shaved the mason,
+ As I suppose cut of his nose,
+ And popp'd it in a basin.
+
+
+ Captain Duck
+
+ I saw a ship a-sailing,
+ A-sailing on the sea;
+ And, oh! it was all laden
+ With pretty things for thee.
+ There were comfits in the cabin,
+ And apples in the holds;
+ The sails were made of silk,
+ And the masts were made of gold.
+ The four-and-twenty sailors
+ That stood between the decks,
+ Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+ With chains about their necks.
+ The captain was a duck,
+ With a packet on his back;
+ And when the ship began to move,
+ The captain said "Quack quack!"
+
+
+ Little Tee Wee
+
+ Little Tee Wee' he went to sea
+ In an open boat; and while afloat
+ The little boat bended,
+ And my story's ended.
+
+
+[Page 9--Children's Rhymes]
+
+
+ Jack be Quick
+
+ Jack be nimble, and Jack be quick;
+ And Jack jump over the candle-stick.
+
+
+ Jack Sprat
+
+ Jack Sprat had a cat,
+ It had but one ear;
+ It went to buy butter
+ When butter was dear.
+
+
+ Jack Horner
+
+ Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
+ Eating a Christmas Pie;
+ He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
+ And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+ Tom Tucker
+
+ Little Tom Tucker
+ Sings for his supper;
+ What shall he eat?
+ White bread and butter.
+ How shall he cut it
+ Without e'er a knife?
+ How will he be married
+ Without e'er a wife?
+
+
+ Georgie Porgie
+
+ Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
+ Kissed the girls and made them cry.
+ When the girls came out to play
+ Georgie Porgie ran away.
+
+
+ See-Saw
+
+ See-saw, Margery Daw,
+ Little Jacky shall have a new master;
+ Little Jacky shall have but a penny a day,
+ Because he can't work any faster.
+
+
+ Little Lad
+
+ Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
+ Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
+ Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
+
+
+ Jack-a-Dandy
+
+ Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
+ Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;
+ He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+ And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
+
+
+ My Son John
+
+ Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John
+ Went to bed with his stockings on;
+ One shoe off, the other shoe on.
+ Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John
+
+
+ Jack and Jill
+
+ Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+ To fetch a pail of water;
+ Jack fell down and broke his crown,
+ And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+
+ Who Can Draw Best
+
+ Willie drew a little pig,
+ Harry drew a mouse,
+ Tommy drew a ladder tall
+ Leaning on a house.
+
+
+ Baa, Baa Black Sheep
+
+ Baa, baa, black sheep,
+ Have you any wool?
+ Yes, marry have I,
+ Three bags full:
+ One for my master,
+ And one for my dame,
+ But none for the little boy
+ Who cries in the lane.
+
+
+[Illustration: Cat With Fiddle.]
+
+
+ Hey diddle diddle
+
+ Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
+ The cow jumped over the moon;
+ The little dog laughed to see such sport,
+ And the dish ran after the spoon.
+
+
+ The Quaker's Version
+
+ "Hey! diddle diddle,
+ The cat and the fiddle,
+ The cow jumped under the moon;
+ The little dog barked
+ to see such sport
+ And the cat ran after the spoon!" [*]
+
+
+[*] 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--'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.
+ E. W. Cole
+
+
+ Frightened Boy
+
+ There was a little boy, went into a barn,
+ And lay down on some hay;
+ An owl came out, and flew about,
+ And the little boy ran away.
+
+
+ Frightened Boys
+
+ Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee
+ Resolved to have a battle,
+ For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee
+ Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
+ Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
+ As big as a tar-barrel,
+ Which frightened both the heroes so,
+ They quite forgot their quarrel.
+
+
+ Baked in a Pie
+
+ Baby and I
+ Were baked in a pie,
+ The gravy was wonderful hot;
+ We had nothing to pay
+ To the baker that day
+ And so we crept out of the pot.
+
+
+ Maid not at Home
+
+ High diddle doubt, my candle's out,
+ My little maid is not at home;
+ Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
+ And fetch my little maid home.
+
+
+ Dame not at Home
+
+ Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,
+ My little dame is not at home;
+ I'll saddle my goose and bridle my hen,
+ And fetch my little dame home again;
+ Home she came, tritty trot;
+ And asked for the porridge she left in the pot.
+
+
+ All in the Dumps
+
+ We're all in the dumps,
+ For diamonds are trumps;
+ The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
+ The babies are bit,
+ The moon's in a fit,
+ And the houses are built without walls.
+
+
+ Hot Rolls
+
+ Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
+ That the miller may grind his corn;
+ That the baker may take it,
+ And into rolls make it,
+ And send us some hot in the morn.
+ Rosemary green,
+ And lavender blue,
+ Thyme and sweet marjoram,
+ Hyssop and rue.
+
+
+ Bed Time
+
+ Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-head
+ Tarry a while says Slow;
+ Put on the pot, says Greedy-Jock,
+ Let's sup before we go.
+
+
+ Go to Bed First
+
+ Go to bed first,
+ A golden purse;
+ Go to bed second,
+ A golden Pheasant;
+ Go to bed third,
+ A golden bird.
+
+
+[Page 10--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: The three Cry-Babies.]
+
+
+ Cry-Baby Belle
+
+ Cry-baby Belle
+ Is always in tears
+ Nothing you can give her can ease her!
+ Sugar and spice,
+ And everything nice,
+ Kisses and cakes will not please her.
+
+ She'll cry if she happens
+ To get a slight fall,
+ She'll cry if the naughty boys tease her;
+ She'll cry for a spoon,
+ And she'll cry for the moon;
+ So there's no use in trying to please her.
+
+ If the food set before her
+ Don't happen to suit--
+ Oh, then just as loud as she's able,
+ This cry-baby Belle
+ Will set up a yell,
+ And scare all the folks at the table.
+
+ If she wants to go out
+ In the street she will cry;
+ If she wants to come in how she screeches!
+ For nothing at all
+ She will set up and bawl,
+ Unmindful of comforting speeches,
+
+ She screams in the morning
+ Because she's not dress'd;
+ And at night when they want to undress her
+ More loudly she'll roar,
+ And roll over the floor
+ As if she had pains to distress her.
+
+ She cries when she's sick,
+ And she cries when she's well,
+ And often cries when she's sleeping,
+ So that heavy and red,
+ And most out of her head
+ Are her eyes, on account of such weeping.
+
+ She always is fretful,
+ Unhappy, and cross,
+ No matter what she may be doing,
+ And cry-baby Belle
+ Pleases nobody well
+ Because of her constant boo-hooing.
+
+
+ For a Naughty Little Girl
+
+ My sweet little girl should be careful and mild,
+ And should not be fretful, and cry!
+ Oh! why is this passion? remember, my child,
+ God sees you, who lives in the sky.
+
+ That dear little face, which I like so to kiss,
+ How frightful and sad it appears!
+ Do you think I can love you, so naughty as this,
+ Or kiss you so wetted with tears?
+
+ Remember, tho' God is in heaven, my love,
+ He sees you within and without,
+ And he always looks down from His glory above,
+ To notice what you are about.
+
+ If I am not with you, or if it be dark,
+ And nobody is in the way,
+ His eye is as able your doings to mark,
+ In the night as it is in the day.
+
+ Then dry up your tears, and look smiling again
+ And never do things that are wrong;
+ For I'm sure you must feel it a terrible pain,
+ To be naughty, and crying so long.
+
+
+ Paulina Pry
+
+ Paulina Pry
+ Would eat nothing but pie;
+ Pie was her daily diet;
+ Apple or plum,
+ She must have some
+ Or else she wouldn't be quiet.
+
+ She would not eat
+ Any bread or meat,
+ Though plenty of these were handy,
+ But would pout and cry
+ For a piece of pie,
+ Or a stick of sugar-candy.
+
+ They heard her cry
+ In the Land of Pie,
+ And sent her dozens and dozens,
+ Both tender and tough,
+ Till she'd had more than enough
+ For her sisters, her aunts and her cousins.
+
+
+ Tearful Annie
+
+ Poor little Annie, you will find,
+ Is very gentle, good, and kind,
+ But soon a a fault appears.
+ The slightest thing will give her pain,
+ Her feelings she can ne'er restrain,
+ But gives way to her tears.
+
+ The other day when Ferdinand--
+ And if you search throughout the land,
+ No nicer boy you'll find--
+ Said something which he never meant
+ To cause the slightest discontent,
+ For hours she sobbed and whined.
+
+ Her father grieved, said: "This must cease
+ We never have a moment's peace,
+ She cries both day and night."
+ A portrait painter then he paid,
+ To paint his little tearful maid,
+ Crying with all her might.
+
+ He set to work that very day,
+ Directly he received his pay;
+ The picture soon was done.
+ Yes, there she was, all sobs and sighs,
+ Large tear-drops streaming from her eyes.
+ "How like!" said every one.
+
+ It was in truth a great success;
+ Quite perfect, neither more nor less;
+ Her father was so glad.
+ He hung the portrait in her room;
+ It filled her with the deepest gloom;
+ She felt annoyed and sad.
+
+ With every relative who came,
+ And saw the picture, 'twas the same,
+ All startled with affright.
+ Uncles, and aunts, and cousins too,
+ Found it so striking, life-like, true
+ That soon they took to flight.
+
+ Annie not long could this endure;
+ It brought about a speedy cure,
+ She ceased to cry and moan.
+ Her father ceased to scold and frown,
+ He had the picture taken down,
+ And in the garret thrown.
+
+
+[Illustration: Tearful Annie's Likeness.]
+
+
+[Page 11--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Christmas Hamper.]
+
+
+ Hattie's Birthday
+
+ Oh! This is a happy, beautiful world!
+ My heart is light and gay;
+ The birds in the trees sing blithely to me
+ And I'm six years old to-day.
+
+ Yes, six, and father has bought me a book,
+ And mother, the sweetest doll,
+ All dressed in white with blue eyes bright,
+ And the nicest hat and shawl.
+
+ My kitty sat quietly near the fire
+ As Dolly and I came by;
+ Miss Dolly bowed, and pussy meowed,
+ And opened her yellow eye.
+
+ Ah me! if Kit could only talk,
+ And Dolly could but chat,
+ We'd social be as any three--
+ Talk, sing, and all of that.
+
+ I dressed all up in grandma's cap,
+ And put on her glasses too;
+ "Why, Grandma!" I said, as I looked at myself,
+ "I'm almost as old as you."
+
+ My mother softly kissed my cheek,
+ And then she blessed me too,
+ Praying that I, as years went by,
+ Might be as good and true.
+
+ My birthday song is a merry one,
+ And my heart is warm and light;
+ Kind father, mother, and dear grandma,
+ Sweet dolly and pussy, good night.
+
+
+ Youth and Age
+
+ A funny thing I heard to-day,
+ I might as well relate.
+ Our Lil is six, and little May
+ Still lacks a month of eight.
+
+ And, through the open play-room door,
+ I heard the elder say:
+ "Lil, run downstairs and get my doll;
+ Go quick, now--right away!"
+
+ And Lillie said--(and I agreed
+ That May was hardly fair):--
+ "You might say 'please,' or go yourself--
+ I didn't leave it there."
+
+ "But, Lillie," urged the elder one,
+ "Your little legs, you know,
+ Are younger than mine are, child,
+ And so you ought to go!"
+
+
+ Children
+
+ "I would not be a girl," said Jack,
+ "Because they have no fun;
+ They cannot go a-fishing, nor
+ A-shooting with a gun;
+ They cannot climb up trees for fruit,
+ Nor bathe without a bathing dress,
+ Which is no fun at all."
+
+ "I would not be a boy," said May,
+ "For boys are nasty things,
+ With pockets filled with hooks and knives,
+ And nails, and tops and strings
+ And when a boy becomes a man,
+ He's got to buy girls rings;"
+
+
+ A Lost Child
+
+ "I'm losted! Could you find me, please?"
+ Poor little frightened baby!
+ The wind had tossed her golden fleece,
+ The stones had scratched her dimpled knees,
+ I stooped and lifted her with ease,
+ And softly whispered "Maybe."
+
+ "Tell me your name, my little maid:
+ I can't find you without it."
+ "My name is Shiny-eyes," she said,
+ "Yes; but your last name?" She shook her head:
+ "Up to my house 'ey never said
+ A single word about it."
+
+ "But, dear," I said, "what is your name?"
+ "Why, didn't you hear me told you?
+ Dust Shiny-eyes." A bright thought came:
+ "Yes, when you're good. But when they blame
+ You little one,--is it just the same
+ When mamma has to scold you?"
+
+ "My mamma never scolds," she moans,
+ A little blush ensuing,
+ "'Cept when I've been a-frowing stones;
+ And then she says (the culprit owns),--
+ Mehitabel Sapphira Jones.
+ What has you been a-doing?"
+
+ Anna E. Burnham
+
+
+ Little Mary
+
+ Here stands little, little Mary,
+ With her face of winning grace,
+ Chattering tongue that runs apace,
+ And her ways contrary
+
+ Who so gay as Mary?
+ With her laughs of rippling glee
+ Brimming o'er with melody,--
+ Bonny, blithesome Mary.
+
+ Household pet is Mary--
+ Such a merry, joyous sprite,
+ Filling all our home with light--
+ Pretty winsome Mary!
+
+ Mischief-loving Mary,
+ Busy as the busiest bee,
+ Full of sunshine, life, and glee
+ Is our heart's sweet Mary!
+
+
+ Girl and Angel
+
+ As Peter sat at Heaven's gate
+ A maiden sought permission,
+ And begged of him, if not too late,
+ To give her free admission.
+
+ "What claim hast thou to enter here?"
+ He cried with earnest mien.
+ "Please sir," said she, 'twixt hope and fear,
+ "I'm only just sixteen!"
+
+ "Enough," the hoary guardian said,
+ And the gate wide open threw.
+ "That is the age when every maid
+ Is girl and angel too."
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Country Cousin.]
+
+
+[Page 12--Naughty Girls]
+
+
+ Girl Who Wouldn't Go to Bed
+
+ Once I knew a little girl,
+ Who wouldn't go to bed,
+ And in the morning always had
+ A very sleepy head.
+
+ At night she'd stop upon the stairs,
+ And hold the railings tight
+ Then with a puff she'd try to blow
+ Out Mary Ann's rushlight.
+
+ The bed at last they tuck'd her in,
+ The light she vow'd to keep;
+ Left in the dark she roar'd and cried;
+ Till tired she went to sleep.
+
+
+ Little Girl that Beat her Sister
+
+ Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
+ Your little sister dear;
+ I must not have such things as this,
+ Nor noisy quarrels here.
+
+ What! little children scold and fight
+ Who ought to be so mild;
+ Oh! Mary, 'tis a shocking sight
+ To see an angry child.
+
+ I can't imagine for my part,
+ The reason of your folly,
+ As if she did you any hurt
+ By playing with your dolly.
+
+
+ Children Should not Quarrel
+
+ Let dogs delight to bark an bite,
+ For God hath made them so;
+ Let bears and lions growl and fight:
+ For 'tis their nature to.
+
+ But children you should never let
+ Such angry passions rise;
+ Your little hands were never made
+ To tear each other's eyes.
+
+
+ The Sulky Girl
+
+ Why is Mary standing there,
+ Leaning down upon the chair,
+ With pouting lip and frowning brow?
+ I wonder what's the matter now.
+
+ Come here, my dear, and tell me true,
+ Is it because I spoke to you
+ About what you just now had done,
+ That you are such a naughty one?
+
+ When, then, indeed, I'm grieved to see
+ That you can so ill-tempered be:
+ You make your faults a great deal worse
+ By being sulky and perverse.
+
+ Oh! how much better it appears,
+ To see you melting into tears,
+ And then to hear you humbly say,
+ "I'll not do so another day!"
+
+
+ The Little Girl that did not Like to be Washed
+
+ What! cry when I wash you! not love to be clean?
+ There, go and be dirty, unfit to be seen;
+ And till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,
+ I'll not take the trouble to wash such a child.
+
+
+ The Girl who Sucked her Fingers
+
+ A little girl, named Mary Kate,
+ Whom you may have chance to see,
+ Would have been loved by small and great,
+ But for one thing, which I'll relate;
+ So listen now to me.
+
+ A silly habit she's acquired
+ Of putting in her mouth,
+ The pretty fingers of her hand,
+ And sucking them, for hours she'd stand,
+ In a manner most uncouth.
+
+ Her play-companions used to laugh,
+ And jeeringly would say,
+ "Oh, pray bring Mary Kate some crumbs,
+ Poor thing! she's dining off her thumbs,
+ She'll eat them all away."
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl Stealing Treacle.]
+
+
+ Girl Stealing Treacle
+
+ This is Nelly Pilfer;
+ I'll tell you what she earned
+ By stealing off the treacle
+ When Mary's back was turned.
+
+ They caught the greedy Nelly
+ With treacle on her hand,
+ They put her in the corner,
+ And there they made her stand.
+
+
+ The Girl who Soiled her Clothes
+
+ Little Polly Flinders,
+ Sat among the cinders,
+ Warming her pretty toes;
+ Her mother came and caught her,
+ And scolded her little daughter,
+ For spoiling her nice new clothes.
+
+
+ The Greedy Little Girl
+
+ I knew a greedy little girl,
+ Who all day long did roar;
+ Whatever toys were given her,
+ She always wanted more.
+
+ Five dolls she had--one was black,
+ A ball and battledore,
+ But held them all so very tight,
+ The roar'd and scream'd for more.
+
+ Now this was wicked of the child,
+ As everyone must own;
+ So for the whole of one long day
+ They shut her up alone.
+
+
+ The Girl Who Played with Fire
+
+ Mamma, a little girl I met,
+ Had such a scar, I can't forget!
+ All down her arms and neck and face;
+ I could not bear to see the place.
+
+ Poor little girl! and don't you know
+ The shocking trick that made her so?
+ 'Twas all because she went and did
+ A thing her mother had forbid.
+
+ For once, when nobody was by her,
+ This silly child would play with fire;
+ And long before her mother came,
+ Her pinafore was all in flame.
+
+ In vain she tried to put it out,
+ Till all her clothes were burnt about;
+ And then she suffer'd ten times more,
+ All over with a dreadful sore.
+
+ For many months before 'twas cured,
+ Both day and night the pain endured;
+ And still you see, when passing by her,
+ How sad it is to play with fire.
+
+
+ Little Miss Consequence
+
+ Little Miss Consequence strutted about,
+ Turned up her nose, pointed her toes,
+ And thought herself quite a grand person, no doubt.
+ Gave herself airs; took many cares,
+ To appear old; was haughty and cold.
+ She spoke to the servants like a dog or a cat
+ And fussed about this, and fussed about that.
+
+
+ The Vulgar Little Lady
+
+"But, mamma, now," said Charlotte, "pray don't you believe
+ That I'm better than Jenny my nurse?
+ Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve;
+ Her clothes are a thousand times worse.
+
+ "I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do.
+ And the country folks stare at me so;
+ And nobody dares to control me but you,
+ Because I'm a lady, you know.
+
+ "Then servants are vulgar and I am genteel;
+ So, really, 'tis out of the way,
+ To think that I should not be better a deal
+ Than maids, and such people as they."
+
+ "Gentility, Charlotte," her mother replied,
+ "Belongs to no station or place;
+ And nothing's so vulgar as folly and pride,
+ Though dressed in red slippers and lace.
+
+ "Not all the fine things that fine ladies possess
+ Should teach them the poor to despise;
+ For 'tis in good manners, and not in good dress,
+ That the truest gentility lies."
+
+
+[Page 13--Naughty Girls]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl Who Wouldn't be Dressed.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Naughty, Dirty Girl.]
+
+
+ Peggy Won't
+
+ "I won't be dressed, I won't, I won't!"
+ Cried Peggy one morn to mamma.
+ "Very well, dear," was quietly said,
+ "I'll teach you how silly you are."
+
+ Peggy then frowned and set her lips
+ Expecting a kiss as of old,
+ But mother had gravely walked away,
+ And Peggy was getting so cold.
+
+ The minutes passed, and Peggy sighed,
+ For thoughts of her breakfast arose,
+ And "Mammy, dear," she loudly wept,
+ While stamping her bare little toes.
+
+ Then mother came, and firmly said,
+ "I'm taking you, dear, at your word;
+ 'I won't be dressed--I won't, I won't!'
+ Has many times lately been heard.
+
+ "So now to bed, my little maid,
+ For you _will not_ be dressed to-day;
+ Then Peggy will be taught to think
+ Before acting in such a way."
+
+ Oh, for the tears that Peggy shed!
+ But now every morn, I am told,
+ A wee young maid is quietly dressed,
+ And is always as good as gold.
+
+
+ The Shadows
+
+ "Mamma! I see something
+ Quite dark on the wall;--
+ It moves up and down,
+ And it looks very strange!
+ Sometimes it is large,
+ And sometimes it is small;
+ Pray, tell me what it is,
+ And why does it change?"
+
+ "It is Mamma's shadow
+ That puzzles you so,
+ And there is your own
+ Close beside it, my love!
+ Now run round the room,
+ It will go where you go;
+ It rests where you sit,
+ When you rise it will move.
+
+ "These wonderful shadows
+ Are caused by the light
+ From fire and from candles
+ Upon us that falls;
+ If we were not here,
+ All that place would be bright,
+ But light can't shine
+ Through us to lighten the wall.
+
+ "And when you are out
+ Some fine day in the sun,
+ I'll take you where shadows
+ Of apple-trees lie;
+ And houses and cottages too--
+ Every one
+ Repose on their shadows
+ Beneath the bright sky.
+
+ "Now hold up your mouth,
+ And give me a sweet kiss;
+ Our shadows kiss too!--
+ Don't you see it quite plain?"
+ "O yes! and I thank you
+ For telling me this,
+ I'll not be afraid
+ Of a shadow again."
+
+ Mary Lundie
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl in Disgrace.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Another Naughty Girl.]
+
+
+[Page 14--Naughty Girls]
+
+
+ Little Bo-Peep
+
+ Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
+ And can't tell where to find them;
+ Leave them alone, and they'll come home
+ And bring their tails behind them.
+
+ Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
+ And dreamed she heard them bleating,
+ But when she awoke, 'twas all a joke--
+ Alas! they still were fleeting.
+
+ Then up she took her little crook,
+ Determined for to find them;
+ She found them, indeed, bit it made her heart bleed,
+ They'd left their tails behind them.
+
+ It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
+ Over the meadows hard by,
+ That there she espied their tails side by side,
+ All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+ She heaved a sigh, and gave by-and-by
+ Each careless sheep a banging;
+ And as for the rest, she thought it was best
+ Just to leave their tails a-hanging.
+
+
+ Mary's Little Lamb
+
+ Mary had a little lamb
+ Whose fleece was white as snow,
+ And everywhere that Mary went
+ That Lamb it would not go;
+
+ So Mary took that little Lamb
+ And put it on the spit,
+ And soon it was so nicely done
+ She ate it every bit.
+
+
+ Pemmy
+
+ Pemmy was a pretty girl,
+ But Fanny was a better;
+ Pemmy look'd like any churl,
+ When little Fanny let her.
+
+ Pemmy had a pretty nose,
+ But Fanny had a better;
+ Pemmy oft would come to blows,
+ But Fanny would not let her.
+
+ Pemmy had a pretty song,
+ But Fanny had a better;
+ Pemmy would sing all day long,
+ But Fanny would not let her.
+
+
+ Little Husband
+
+ I had a little husband,
+ No bigger than my thumb;
+ I put him in a pint pot,
+ And there I bid him drum.
+
+ I bought a little horse,
+ That galloped up and down;
+ I bridled him, and saddled him,
+ And sent him out of town.
+
+ I gave him some garters,
+ To garter up his hose,
+ And a little handkerchief,
+ To wipe his pretty nose.
+
+
+ I'm Governess
+
+ Now children dear, you all come near
+ And do not make a noise;
+ But listen here, just take and clear
+ That desk of all those toys.
+
+ For now I'm Governess you'll find,
+ That its myself will make you mind;
+ So Alice Brown you do your sum,
+ And Betty Snooks don't look so glum.
+
+ And Sarah White sit down at once,
+ And Susan Black you are a dunce,
+ And Annie Grey you needn't think
+ I didn't see you spill the ink.
+
+ And find your thimble Maggie More,
+ And mind your sewing Jennie Shore;
+ And Linda Cole you know 'tis wrong
+ To make a stitch two inches long.
+
+
+[Illustration: I'm Governess.]
+
+ And you Kate Ross, stop pinching there,
+ Don't scratch! nor pull your sister's hair;
+ And you, you naughty Lucy Moyes,
+ Must not be talking to the boys.
+
+ And Bridget Mace don't make that face;
+ And Norah Finn keep your tongue in.
+ Don't be a Tom-boy Emma Pyke,
+ You really must act lady-like.
+
+ Now I want all good children in my school,
+ Don't want a single dunce, bad girl or fool,
+ So I will kindly ask you to be brave,
+ And try to very, very well behave.
+
+ Yes all be good and learn your lessons well,
+ And then I'll ring the little bell to tell
+ That school is over for the day,
+ And you can all run out to play.
+
+
+ Little Governess
+
+ Little Nellie Nipkin, brisk, and clean, and neat,
+ Keeps a little baby-school in the village street;
+ Teaches little pupils all that she can find,
+ And keeps a little birch that teaches them to mind.
+
+
+ My Mamma's Maid
+
+ Dingty diddledy, My mamma's maid,
+ She stole oranges, I'm afraid;
+ Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,
+ She stole oranges, I believe.
+
+
+ My Dolly
+
+ I have a little doll, I take care of her clothes;
+ She has soft flaxen hair, and her name is Rose.
+ She has pretty blue eyes, and a very small nose,
+ And a funny little mouth, and her name is Rose.
+
+
+ Tommy Snooks
+
+ As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
+ Were walking out one Sunday,
+ Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
+ "To-morrow will be Monday."
+
+
+ Little Betty Blue
+
+ Little Betty Blue, lost her left shoe,
+ What can little Betty do?
+ Give her another, to match the other,
+ And then she may walk in two.
+
+
+ Cross Patch
+
+ Cross patch, draw the latch,
+ Sit by the fire and spin;
+ Take a cup, and drink it up,
+ Then call your neighbours in.
+
+
+ Jumping Joan
+
+ Hinx, minx! the old witch winks,
+ The fat begins to fry;
+ There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
+ Father, mother, and I.
+
+
+ Princess Lost Her Shoe
+
+ Doodle, doodle, doo,
+ The Princess lost her shoe;
+ Her highness hopp'd
+ The fiddler stopp'd
+ Not knowing what to do.
+
+
+ Hobble Gobble
+
+ The girl in the lane that couldn't speak plain,
+ Cried "Gobble, gobble, gobble;"
+ The man on the hill that couldn't stand still,
+ Went "Hobble, hobble, hobble."
+
+
+ Our Girl's Rabbits
+
+ Mary, Kate, and Maria went down as agreed,
+ To the hutch in the garden, the rabbits to feed;
+ There was the mother, a steady old bunny,
+ Moving her nose in a manner so funny.
+
+ A young rabbit also, tho' seeming to dose,
+ Kept munching his breakfast and moving his nose;
+ Mary, Kate, and Maria gave the rabbits some food,
+ And lovingly stroked them because they were good.
+
+
+[Page 15--Naughty Girls]
+
+
+ Meddlesome Matty
+
+ One ugly trick has often spoiled
+ The sweetest and the best;
+ Matilda, though a pleasant child,
+ One ugly trick possessed,
+ Which, like a cloud before the skies,
+ Hid all her better qualities.
+
+ Sometimes she'd lift the teapot lid
+ To peep at what was in it;
+ Or tilt the kettle, if you did
+ But turn your back a minute.
+ In vain you told her not to touch--
+ Her trick of meddling grew so much.
+
+ Her grandma went out one day,
+ And by mistake she laid
+ Her spectacles and snuff-box gay
+ Too near the little maid;
+ "Ah! well," thought she, "I'll try them on,
+ As soon as grandmamma is gone,"
+
+ Forthwith she placed upon her nose
+ The glasses large and wide;
+ And looking round, as I suppose,
+ The snuff box she too spied:
+ "Oh! what a pretty box is that;
+ I'll open it." said little Matt.
+
+ "I know grandmamma would say,
+ 'Don't meddle with it, dear;'
+ But then she's far enough away,
+ And no one else is near;
+ Besides, what can there be amiss
+ In opening such a box as this?"
+
+ So thumb and finger went to work
+ To move the stubborn lid;
+ And presently a mighty jerk
+ The mighty mischief did;
+ For all at once, ah! woeful case,
+ The snuff came puffing in her face.
+
+ Poor eyes, and nose, and mouth beside,
+ A dismal sight presented;
+ In vain, as bitterly she cried,
+ Her folly she repented.
+ In vain she ran about for ease;
+ She could do nothing now but sneeze.
+
+ She dashed the spectacles away,
+ To wipe her tingling eyes;
+ And as in twenty bits they lay,
+ Her grandmamma she spies.
+ "Heyday! and what's the matter now?"
+ Says grandmamma, with lifted brow.
+
+ Matilda, smarting with the pain,
+ And tingling still and sore,
+ Made many a promise to refrain
+ From meddling evermore.
+ And 'tis a fact, as I have heard,
+ She ever since has kept her word.
+
+
+ The Girl who Spilled the Ink
+
+ "Oh! Lucy! Fanny! Make haste here!
+ Mamma will be so vexed, I fear,
+ For I've upset the ink!
+ See, on my frock and pinafore,
+ Such great black stains! And there are more
+ Upon my socks, I think."
+
+ And Lucy cries, with open eyes,
+ And hands extended in surprise,
+ "Oh, naughty Mary Ann,
+ Those stains can never be washed out;
+ Whatever have you been about?
+ Look at her, sister Fan!"
+
+ Mamma comes in: "Heyday! what's this?
+ Why, Mary Ann, I told you, Miss,
+ The inkstand ne'er to move;
+ And little girls who won't obey,
+ And mind each word their parents say,
+ Good people ne'er will love."
+
+
+ The Naughty Girl
+
+ A naughty girl had got no toy,
+ And didn't know what to do,
+ So she rumpled her frock
+ And tore her sock,
+ And tried to eat her shoe.
+
+
+ The Girl who was Always Tasting
+
+ Little Miss Baster, of Sunnyside,
+ Was known as a taster, far and wide;
+ Picking and licking, spying and prying,
+ Each bottle and dish with her fingers trying.
+ Dangerous practice! dreadful little fact is!
+ Once almost poisoned, and very near dying.
+ Little Miss Baster, of Sunnyside,
+ Has got some poison in paper tied;
+ Harmless she deems it, yes, she must taste,
+ Like sugar seems it, ah! but 'tis paste.
+ Rat's-bane, the mixture. Oh! woe the day!
+ Run for the doctor, bid him not stay.
+ Dreadful her anguish--nearly she died,
+ Did little Miss Baster, of Sunnyside.
+
+
+[Illustration: Children Stealing Jam.]
+
+
+ Children Stealing Jam
+
+ Four naughty little children thought
+ Some jam they'd try and steal;
+ But see how nicely they were caught
+ With a crash that made them squeal.
+
+ Their mother who was just next door,
+ And heard the horrid noise,
+ Came in and shook those naughty girls,
+ And whipped those naughty boys.
+
+
+ Sally, the Lazy Girl
+
+ Her sister would come to the bedside and call,
+ "Do you mean to sleep here all the day?"
+ I saw Kitty Miles up two hours ago,
+ A-washing and working away.
+
+ "The water is boiling, the table is spread,
+ Your father is just at the door;
+ If you are not quick, we shall eat all the bread,
+ And you will not find any more."
+
+ Then Sally sat up and half opened her eyes,
+ And gave both a grunt and a groan;
+ And yawning she said, in a quarrelsome voice,
+ "I wish you would let me alone."
+
+ But though she was lazy, she always could eat,
+ And wished for a plentiful share,
+ So tumbled her clothes on, and smeared her white face,
+ Forgetting her hands and her hair.
+
+ Her frock was all crumpled and twisted away,
+ Her hair was entangled and wild,
+ Her stockings were down and her shoes were untied,
+ She looked a most slovenly child.
+
+ She sauntered about till the old village clock
+ Had sounded and then died away,
+ Before she put on her torn bonnet and went
+ To school without further delay.
+
+ But soon as she came to the little cake shop,
+ She loitered with lingering eyes,
+ Just wishing that she had a penny to spend,
+ For one of the pretty jam pies.
+
+ Again she went on, and she loitered again
+ In the same foolish way as before,
+ And the clock in the school was just warning for ten,
+ As she lifted the latch of the door.
+
+ The governess frowned as she went to her place,
+ She had often so spoken in vain,
+ And now only said, with a sorrowful sigh,
+ "There's Sally the latest again!"
+
+ She hated her reading, and never would write,
+ She neither could cypher nor sew,
+ And little girls whispered, "We never will be
+ So silly as Miss Sally Slow."
+
+
+ Girl who Wouldn't Comb her Hair
+
+I tell you of a little girl, who would herself have been,
+ As pretty a young lady as ever could be seen,
+ But that about her little head she had no cleanly care.
+ And never, never could be made to brush and comb her hair.
+
+ She would have been a pretty child,
+ But, oh! she was a fright--
+ She looked just like a girl that's wild,
+ Yes, quite as ugly, quite;
+ She looked just like a girl that's wild--
+ A frightful ugly sight.
+
+
+ The Nasty, Cross Girls
+
+ The school was closed one afternoon,
+ And all the girls were gone;
+ Some walked away in company,
+ And some walked on alone.
+
+ Some plucked the flowers upon the banks,
+ Some chatted very fast,
+ And some were talking secretly,
+ And whispered as you passed.
+
+ And if, perchance, a girl came near,
+ Then one of these would say,
+ "Don't listen to our secrets, Miss,
+ You'll please to go away."
+
+ As Nelly White ran home from school,
+ Her work-bag in her hand,
+ She chanced to pass near Lucy Bell,
+ And her friend Susan Brand.
+
+ "We don't want you," said Lucy Bell,
+ "You little tiresome chit;
+ Our secrets are not meant for you,
+ You little tell-tale-tit."
+
+ Then both girls cried, "Tell-tale-tit,"
+ And pushed her roughly by;
+ Poor Nelly said, "I'm no such thing,"
+ And then began to cry.
+
+
+[Page 16--Girl's Stories]
+
+
+ Little Red Riding Hood
+
+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,
+
+ "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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+ "Who's there?" asked the old woman, who lay sick in bed.
+
+ "It is Little Red Riding-Hood, Grandmamma," answered the Wolf in
+ a squeaky tone, to imitate the voice of her grandchild.
+
+ "Pull the string, and the latch will come up," said the old lady,
+ "for I am ill and cannot open the door."
+
+The cruel Wolf did so, and, jumping on the bed, ate the poor
+grandmother up.
+
+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.
+
+ "Who's there?" asked the Wolf, mimicking her grandmother's voice.
+ "It is Little Red Riding-Hood, dear Grandmamma," said the child.
+ "Pull the string and the latch will come up," said the Wolf.
+
+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,
+
+ "Dear Grandmamma, what great eyes you have got!"
+ "All the better to see you with, my dear," said the Wolf, who
+liked a grim joke.
+ "And what a large nose you have, Grandmamma!" cried the child.
+ "All the better to smell you with, my dear."
+ "And, oh! Grandmamma, what long white teeth you have!"
+
+ Alas! she reminded the greedy Wolf of eating.
+
+ "All the better to eat you with!" he growled; and, jumping out of
+bed, sprang at Red Riding-Hood.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+ Little Miss Jewel
+
+ Little Miss Jewel
+ Sat on a stool,
+ Eating of curds and whey;
+ There came a little spider
+ Who sat down beside her,
+ And frightened Miss Jewel away.
+
+
+ Little Girl
+
+ Little girl, little girl, where have you been;
+ Gathering Roses to give to the Queen.
+ Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
+ She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
+
+
+ Little Betty Blue
+
+ Little Betty Blue lost her pretty shoe;
+ What can Little Betty do?
+ Give her another, to match the other,
+ And then she can walk in two.
+
+
+[Illustration: I'm Grandmamma.]
+
+
+ I'm Grandmamma
+
+ Last night when I was in bed,
+ Such fun it seemed to me;
+ I dreamt that I was Grandmamma,
+ And Grandmamma was me.
+
+ But she was such a tiny girl,
+ And dressed in baby clothes;
+ And I thought I smacked her face, because
+ She wouldn't blow her nose.
+
+ An I went walking up the street,
+ And she ran by my side;
+ And because I walked too quick for her,
+ My goodness, hoe she cried.
+
+ And after tea I washed her face;
+ And when her prayers were said,
+ I blew the candle out, and left
+ Poor Grandmamma in bed.
+
+
+ The Babes In The Wood
+
+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.
+
+Now this uncle was a bad and cruel man, who wanted to take the house,
+the estates, and the money for himself,--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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 17--Girl's Stories]
+
+
+ Cinderella
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+ "I wish you would take me to the ball with you, sisters," said
+Cinderella, meekly.
+
+ "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."
+
+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.
+
+ "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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Cinderella forgave her sisters, and was so kind to them that she made
+them truly sorry for their past cruelty and injustice.
+
+
+ The Three Bears
+
+Once upon a time three bears lived in a nice little house in a great
+forest.
+
+There was Father Bear, Mother Bear, and Baby Bear.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: The Three Bears.]
+
+
+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.
+
+Unluckily, Baby Bear's chair was too small for her, and she broke the
+seat and fell through, basin and all.
+
+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.
+
+By-and-by the bears came home, and Old Father Bear looked at his
+chair, and growled:
+
+ "Somebody has been here!"
+ Mother Bear growled more softly:
+ "Somebody has been here!"
+
+Baby Bear, seeing his chair broken, squeeled out "Somebody has been
+here, and broken my chair right through!"
+
+Then they went to the table, and looked at their porridge, and Father
+Bear Growled:
+
+ "Who has touched my basin?"
+ And Mother Bear growled:
+ "Who has touched my basin?"
+ And Baby Bear squeaked:
+ "Somebody has broken mine and eaten up all my porridge!"
+ They went upstairs and Father Bear growled:
+ "Who has been lying on my bed?"
+ And Mother Bear growled:
+ "Who has been lying on my bed?"
+ And Baby Bear squeaked out:
+ "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!"
+ Then Father Bear growled:
+ "Let us eat her up!"
+ Then Mother Bear growled:
+ "Let us eat her up!"
+ And Tiny Bear squeaked:
+ "Let us eat her up!"
+
+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.
+
+
+ Bluebeard
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Her sister and herself returned into the castle, and enjoyed
+themselves in unlocking room after room, looking over the
+curiosities, treasures, &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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 18--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our three Little Belles.]
+
+
+ My Girl
+
+ A little corner with it's crib.
+ A little mug, a spoon, a bib,
+ A little tooth so pearly white,
+ A little rubber-ring to bite.
+
+ A little plate all lettered round,
+ A little rattle to resound,
+ A little creeping--see! she stands!
+ A little step 'twixt outstretched hands.
+
+ A little doll with flaxen hair.
+ A little willow rocking chair,
+ A little dress of richest hue,
+ A little pair of gaiters blue.
+
+ A little school day after day,
+ A little "schoolma'am" to obey,
+ A little study--soon 'tis past--
+ A little graduate at last.
+
+ A little muff for wintry weather,
+ A little jockey-hat and feather,
+ A little sac with funny pockets,
+ A little chain, a ring, and lockets.
+
+ A little while to dance and bow,
+ A little escort homeward now,
+ A little party somewhat late,
+ A little lingering at the gate.
+
+ A little walk in leafy June,
+ A little talk while shines the moon,
+ A little reference to papa,
+ A little planning with mamma.
+
+ A little ceremony grave,
+ A little struggle to be brave,
+ A little cottage on the lawn,
+ A little kiss--my girl was gone!
+
+
+ Good and Bad
+
+ There was a little girl,
+ And she had a little curl
+ Right in the middle of her forehead
+ When she was good
+ She was very good,
+ But when she was bad, she was horrible.
+
+
+ My little Daughter's Shoes
+
+ Two little rough-worn, stubbed shoes
+ A plump, well-trodden pair;
+ With striped stockings thrust within,
+ Lie just beside my chair.
+
+ Of very homely fabric they,
+ A hole is in each toe,
+ They might have cost, when they were new,
+ Some fifty cents or so.
+
+ And yet this little, worn-out pair
+ Is richer far too me
+ Than all the jewelled sandals are
+ Of Eastern luxury.
+
+ This mottled leather, cracked with use,
+ Is satin in my sight;
+ These little tarnished buttons shine
+ With all a diamond's light.
+
+ Search through the wardrobe of the world!
+ You shall not find me there
+ So rarely made, so richly wrought,
+ So glorious a pair.
+
+ And why? Because they tell of her,
+ Now sound asleep above,
+ Whose form is moving beauty, and
+ Whose heart is beating love.
+
+ They tell me of her merry laugh;
+ Her rich, whole-hearted glee;
+ Her gentleness, her innocence,
+ And infant purity.
+
+ They tell me that her wavering steps
+ Will long demand my aid;
+ For the old road of human life
+ Is very roughly laid.
+
+ High hills and swift descents abound;
+ And, on so rude a way,
+ Feet that can wear these coverings
+ Would surely go astray.
+
+ Sweet little girl! be mine the task
+ Thy feeble steps to tend!
+ To be thy guide, thy counsellor,
+ Thy playmate and thy friend!
+
+ And when my steps shall faltering grow,
+ And thine be firm and strong,
+ Thy strength shell lead my tottering age
+ In cheerful peace along.
+
+
+ The Old Cradle
+
+ And this was your cradle?
+ Why, surely, my Jenny,
+ Such slender dimensions
+ Go somewhat to show
+ You were a delightfully
+ Small picaninny
+ Some nineteen or twenty
+ Short summers ago.
+
+ Your baby-day flowed
+ In a much troubled channel;
+ I see you as then
+ In your impotent strife,
+ A tight little bundle
+ Of wailing and flannel,
+ Perplexed with that
+ Newly-found fardel called Life,
+
+ To hint at an infantine
+ Frailty is scandal;
+ Let bygones be bygones--
+ And somebody knows
+ It was bliss such a baby
+ To dance and to dandle,
+ Your cheeks were so velvet,
+ So rosy your toes.
+
+ Ay, here is your cradle,
+ And Hope, a bright spirit,
+ With love now is watching
+ Beside it, I know.
+ They guard the small nest
+ You yourself did inherit
+ Some nineteen or twenty
+ Short summers ago.
+
+ It is Hope gilds the future--
+ Love welcomes it smiling;
+ Thus wags this old world,
+ Therefore stay not to ask,
+ "My future bids fair,
+ Is my future beguiling?"
+ If masked, still it pleases--
+ Then raise not the mask.
+
+ Is life a poor coil
+ Some would gladly be doffing?
+ He is riding post-haste
+ Who their wrongs will adjust;
+ For at most 'tis a footstep
+ From cradle to coffin--
+ From a spoonful of pap
+ To a mouthful of dust.
+
+ Then smile as your future
+ Is smiling, my Jenny!
+ Tho' blossoms of promise
+ Are lost in the rose,
+ I still see the face
+ Of my small picaninny
+ Unchang'd, for these cheeks
+ Are as blooming as those.
+
+ Ay, here is your cradle!
+ Much, much to my liking,
+ Though nineteen or twenty
+ Long winters have sped;
+ But, hark! as I'm talking
+ There's six o'clock striking,
+ It is time Jennie's baby
+ Should be in its bed.
+
+ Frederick Locker
+
+
+ A Little Goose
+
+ The chill November day was done,
+ The working world home a-faring,
+ The wind came roaring through the streets,
+ And set the gas lamps flaring.
+
+ And hopelessly and aimlessly
+ The seared old leaves were flying,
+ When, mingled with the sighing wind,
+ I heard a small voice crying,
+
+ And shivering on the corner stood
+ A child of four or over;
+ No hat nor cloak her small soft arms
+ Or wind-blown curls to cover.
+
+ Her dimpled face was stained with tears;
+ Her round blue eyes ran over;
+ She crushed within her wee, cold hands
+ A bunch of faded clover.
+
+ And one hand round her treasures,
+ While she slipped in mine the other,
+ Half-scared, half-confidential, said
+ "Oh! please, I want my mother."
+
+ "Tell me your street name and number, pet;
+ Don't cry, I'll take you to it,"
+ Sobbing, she answered, "I forget--
+ The organ made me do it."
+
+ "He came and played at Miller's steps;
+ The monkey took the money;
+ And so I followed down the street,
+ That monkey was so funny.
+
+ I've walked about a _hundred hours_,
+ From one street to another;
+ The monkey's gone; I've spoiled my flowers:
+ Oh! please, I want my mother."
+
+ "But what's your mother's name?
+ And what's the street? now think a minute."
+ "My mother's name is mamma dear,
+ The street--I can't begin it."
+
+ "But what is strange about the house,
+ Or new--not like the others?"
+ I guess you mean my trundle bed--
+ Mine and my little brother's.
+
+ Oh! dear, I ought to be at home,
+ to help him say his prayers;
+ He's such a baby, he forgets,
+ And we are both such players.
+
+ "And there's a bar between, to keep
+ From pitching on each other;
+ For Harry rolls when he's asleep--
+ Oh! dear, I want my mother."
+
+ The sky grew stormy, people passed,
+ All muffled, homeward faring;
+ "You'll have to spend the night with me,"
+ I said at last, despairing.
+
+ I spied a ribbon about her neck.
+ "What ribbon's this, my blossom?"
+ "Why, don't you know?" she smiling asked,
+ And drew it from her bosom.
+
+ A card with number, street, and name!
+ My eyes astonished, met it.
+ "For," said the little one, "you see
+ I might some tome forget it.
+
+ And so I wear a little thing
+ That tells you all about it;
+ For mother says she's very sure
+ I might get lost without it.
+
+ Eliza S. Turner
+
+
+[Page 19--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Playmates.]
+
+
+ Girls
+
+ There's the pretty girl,
+ And the witty girl,
+ And the girl that bangs her hair;
+ The girl that's a flirt,
+ And the girl that is pert,
+ And the girl with the baby stare.
+
+ There's the dowdy girl,
+ And the rowdy girl,
+ And the girl that's always late;
+ There's the girl of style,
+ And the girl of wile,
+ And the girl with the mincing gaits
+
+ There's the tender girl,
+ And the well-read girl,
+ And the girl with the sense of duty
+ There's the dainty girl
+ And the fainty girl
+ And the girl that has no beauty.
+
+ There's the lazy girl,
+ And the daisy girl,
+ And the girl that has two faces;
+ There's the girl that's shy,
+ And the girl that's fly
+ And the girl that bets on races
+
+ There are many others,
+ Oh! men and brothers,
+ Than are named in this narration.
+ There are girls _and_ girls,
+ Yet they're all of them pearls,
+ Quite the best sorts in creation.
+
+
+ Girl's Names
+
+ There is a strange deformity
+ Combined with countless graces,
+ As often in the ladies' names,
+ As in the ladies faces;
+ Some names fit for every age,
+ Some only fit for youth;
+ Some passing sweet and musical,
+ Some horribly uncouth;
+ Some fit for dames of loftiest grades,
+ Some only fit for scullery maids
+ Ann is too plain and common,
+ And Nancy sounds but ill;
+ Yet Anna is endurable,
+ And Annie better still,
+ There is a grace in Charlotte,
+ In Eleanor a state,
+ An elegance in Isabel,
+ A haughtiness in Kate;
+ And Sarah is sedate and neat,
+ And Ellen innocent and sweet
+ Matilda has a sickly sound,
+ Fit for a nurse's trade;
+ Sophie is effeminate,
+ And Esther sage and staid;
+ Elizabeth's a matchless name,
+ Fit for a queen to wear
+ In castle, cottage, hut, or hall--
+ A name beyond compare;
+ And Bess, and Bessie follow well,
+ But Betsy is detestable.
+ Maria is too forward,
+ And Gertrude is too gruff,
+ Yet, coupled with a pretty face,
+ Is pretty name enough'
+ And Adelaide is fanciful,
+ And Laura is too fine,
+ But Emily is beautiful,
+ And Mary is divine
+ Maud only suits a high-born dame,
+ And Fanny is a baby name
+ Eliza is not very choice,
+ Jane is too blunt and Bold,
+ And Martha somewhat sorrowful,
+ And Lucy proud and cold;
+ Amelia is too light and gay,
+ Fit for only a flirt;
+ And Caroline is vain and shy,
+ And Flora smart and pert;
+ Louisa is too soft and sleek
+ But Alice--gentle, chaste and meek
+ And Harriet is confiding,
+ And Clara grave and mild.
+ And Emma is affectionate,
+ And Janet arch and wild!
+ And Patience is expressive,
+ And Grace is cold and rare,
+ And Hannah warm and dutiful,
+ And Margaret frank and fair
+ And Faith, and Hope and Charity
+ Are heavenly names for sisters three.
+
+
+ Sarah
+
+ Oh, Sarah mine, hark to my song
+ Your slumbers soft invading.
+ For here beneath your window-sill
+ I come a-Sarah-nading.
+
+ You know my fond heart beats for you
+ In tenderest adoration,
+ And then, you know, I long to have
+ You be my own Sal-vation.
+
+ The day's not far when you'll be mine--
+ The thought makes my soul merry;
+ You'll be the pride of all my life,
+ But not my adver-Sarey.
+
+ The tender fates shall crown your lot,
+ And sweet contentment parcel;
+ And while you're just the world to me,
+ Love will be univer-Sal.
+
+ With bridal altar draped with flowers
+ And everything so tony,
+ In crowded church we will be wed
+ With lots of Sarah-money.
+
+ There's nothing I'll not do for you
+ Till life comes to an end, dear.
+ I'd brave the battles of the world
+ And fight a Sara-cen, dear.
+
+ I must to sleep, Sal, soda you,
+ For here I must not dally,
+ For that bull-dog I hear, like me,
+ Is bound to have a Sally.
+
+
+ Several Kinds of Girls
+
+ A good girl to have--Sal Vation.
+ A disagreeable girl--Anna Mosity.
+ A fighting girl--Hittie Magginn.
+ Not a Christian girl--Hettie Rodoxy.
+ A sweet girl--Carrie Mel.
+ A pleasant girl--Jennie Rosity.
+ A sick girl--Sallie Vate.
+ A smooth girl--Amelia Ration.
+ A seedy girl--Cora Ander.
+ One of the best girls--Ella Gant.
+ A clear case of girl--E. Lucy Date.
+ A geometrical girl--Rhoda Dendron.
+ A musical girl--Sarah Nade.
+ A profound girl--Mettie Physics.
+ A star girl--Meta Oric.
+ A clinging girl--Jessie Mine.
+ A nervous girl--Hester Ical.
+ A muscular girl--Callie Sthenici.
+ A lively girl--Anna Mation.
+ An uncertain girl--Eva Nescent.
+ A sad girl--Ella G.
+ A serene girl--Molly Fy.
+ A great big girl--Ella Phant.
+ A warlike girl--Millie Tary.
+ The best girl of all--Your Own.
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where are the cats?]
+
+
+[Page 20--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Jumping Jennie.]
+
+
+ Jumping-Jennie
+
+ Jennie has a jumping-rope
+ As slender as a whip.
+ And all about the street and house
+ She'd skip, and skip, and skip.
+
+ She knocked the vases from the shelf,
+ Upset the stools and chairs,
+ And one unlucky day, alas!
+ Went headlong down the stairs.
+
+ Against the wall, against the door
+ Her head she often bumped,
+ And stumbled here, and stumbled there,
+ Yet still she jumped, and jumped.
+
+ She jumped so high, she jumped so hard,
+ That--so the story goes--
+ She wore her shoes and stockings out,
+ Likewise her heels and toes.
+
+
+ I Don't Care
+
+ Matilda was a pretty girl,
+ And she had flaxen hair;
+ And yet she used those naughty words
+ "I'm sure I do not care."
+
+ She once her lessons would not learn,
+ But talk'd about the fair,
+ And lost her tickets, but she said,
+ "I'm sure I do not care."
+
+ As she advanced to riper years,
+ I'm sorry to declare,
+ She still preserved those naughty words,
+ "I'm sure I do not care."
+
+ She grew a woman, and for life
+ 'Twas time she should prepare,
+ But still she said "there's time enough,
+ If not, I do not care."
+
+ Duties neglected, warnings spurn'd,
+ Her mother in despair;
+ And though she saw the evil done,
+ She said, "I do not care."
+
+ Still on she went from bad to worse,
+ She spurned her father's prayer;
+ Who feared she'd find an awful end,
+ Because she would not care.
+
+ Afflictions came, and death in view,
+ Which filled her with despair;
+ Her God neglected, and she feared
+ For her He would not care.
+
+ Could you have then Matilda seen,
+ Or heard her broken prayer,
+ She urged her friends never to use
+ Those awful words--Don't Care.
+
+
+ Little Miss Meddlesome
+
+ Little Miss Meddlesome
+ Scattering crumbs,
+ Into the library
+ Noisily comes--
+ Twirls off her apron,
+ Tilts open some books,
+ And into a work-basket
+ Rummaging, looks.
+
+ Out goes the spools spinning
+ Over the floor,
+ Beeswax and needle-case
+ Stepped out before;
+ She tosses the tape-rule
+ And plays with the floss,
+ And says to herself,
+ "Now won't mamma be cross!"
+
+ Little Miss Meddlesome
+ Climbs to the shelf,
+ Since no-one is looking,
+ And mischievous elf,
+ Pulls down the fine vases,
+ The cuckoo-clock stops,
+ And sprinkles the carpet
+ With damaging drops.
+
+ She turns over the ottoman,
+ Frightens the bird,
+ And sees that the chairs
+ In a medley are stirred;
+ Then creeps on the sofa,
+ And, all in a heap,
+ Drops out of her
+ Frolicsome mischief asleep.
+
+ But here comes the nurse,
+ Who is shaking her head,
+ And frowns at the mischief
+ Asleep on her bed.
+ But let's hope when Miss Meddlesome's
+ Slumber is o'er,
+ She may wake from good dreams
+ And do mischief no more.
+
+
+ Careless Matilda
+
+ "Again, Matilda,
+ Is your work astray,
+ Your thimble is gone!
+ Your scissors, where are they?
+
+ Your needles, pins, your thread,
+ And tapes all lost--
+ Your housewife here,
+ And there your work-bag tost.
+
+ Fie, fie, my child!
+ Indeed this will not do,
+ Your hair uncomb'd,
+ Your frock in tatters too;
+
+ I'm now resolv'd
+ No more delays to grant,
+ This day I'll send you
+ To your stern old aunt."
+
+ In vain Matilda wept,
+ Repented, pray'd,
+ In vain a promise
+ Of amendment made.
+
+ Arriv'd at Austere Hall,
+ Matilda sigh'd.
+ By Lady Rigid,
+ When severely eyed.
+
+ "You read, and write,
+ And work well, as I'm told,
+ Are gentle, kind, good-natur'd,
+ Far from bold.
+
+ But very careless,
+ Negligent, and wild--
+ When you leave me,
+ You'll be a different child."
+
+ The little girl
+ Next morn a favour asks:
+ "I wish to take a walk,"
+ "Go learn your tasks,"
+
+ The lady harsh replies,
+ "Nor cry nor whine.
+ Your room you leave not
+ Till you're call'd to dine."
+
+ As thus Matilda sat,
+ O'erwhelm'd with shame,
+ A dame appear'd,
+ Disorder was her name.
+
+ Her hair and dress neglected,
+ Soil'd her face,
+ She squinted leer'd,
+ And hobbled in her pace.
+
+ "Here, child," she said,
+ "My mistress sends you this,
+ A bag of silks--
+ A flow'r not work'd amiss--
+
+ A polyanthus bright,
+ And wondrous gay;
+ You'll copy it by noon,
+ She bade me say."
+ Disorder grinn'd,
+ Then shuffling walk'd away.
+
+ Entangled were
+ The silks of every hue,
+ Confus'd and mix'd
+ Were shades of pink, green, blue;
+
+ She took a thread,
+ Compar'd it with the flow'r;
+ "To finish this is
+ Not within my pow'r.
+
+ Well-order'd silks
+ Had Lady Rigid sent,
+ I might have work'd,
+ If such was her intent."
+
+ She sigh'd, and melted
+ Into sobs and tears,
+ She hears a noise
+ And at the door appears
+
+ A pretty maiden, clean,
+ Well-dress'd, and neat
+ Her voice was soft,
+ Her looks sedate, yet sweet.
+
+ "My name is Order,
+ Do not cry my love;
+ Attend to me,
+ And thus you may improve."
+
+ She took the silks,
+ And drew out shade for shade,
+ In sep'rate skeins,
+ Each hue with care she laid;
+ Then smiling kindly,
+ Left the little maid.
+
+ Matilda now resumed
+ Her sweet employ,
+ And sees the flow'r complete--
+ How great her joy.
+
+ She leaves the room,
+ "I've done my task," she cries.
+ But soon her harshness
+ The lady look'd
+ With disbelieving eyes,
+ Chang'd to glad surprise.
+
+ "Why this is well!
+ A very pretty flow'r,
+ Work'd clean, exact,
+ And done within the hour!
+
+ And now amuse yourself,
+ Ride, walk or play."
+ Thus passed Matilda
+ This much-dreaded day.
+
+ At all her tasks
+ Disorder would attend
+ At all her tasks
+ Still Order stood her friend.
+
+ With tears and sighs
+ Her studies oft began,
+ These into smiles
+ Were changed by Order's plan;
+
+ No longer Lady Rigid
+ Seem'd severe,
+ Her looks the negligent
+ Alone need fear.
+
+ And when the day
+ The wish'd-for day is come
+ When young Matilda's
+ Suffer'd to go home:
+
+ "You quit me, child,
+ But oft to mind recall
+ The time you spent
+ With me at Austere Hall.
+
+ And now, my dear,
+ I'll give you one of these,
+ Your servant she will be;
+ Take which you please."
+
+ "From me," Disorder asked,
+ "Old friend, why start?"
+ Matilda clasped
+ Sweet Order to her heart.
+ "My dearest girl," she cried,
+ "We'll never part."
+
+
+[Page 21--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: 40 Girls in Hats.]
+
+
+ Forty Little School Girls
+
+ Forty little school girls, running, but not flirty;
+ Ten ran into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but thirty.
+
+ Thirty little school girls swimming the river Plenty;
+ Ten swam into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but twenty.
+
+ Twenty little school girls jumping in velveteen;
+ One jumped into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were nineteen.
+
+ Nineteen little school girls going out a-skating;
+ One skated into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but eighteen.
+
+ Eighteen little school girls dancing with the queen;
+ One danced into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were seventeen.
+
+ Seventeen little school girls driving a bullock team;
+ One drove into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were sixteen.
+
+ Sixteen little school girls creeping out unseen;
+ One crept into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were fifteen.
+
+ Fifteen little school girls hopping on the green;
+ One hopped into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were fourteen.
+
+ Fourteen little schoolgirls floating down a stream;
+ One floated into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were thirteen.
+
+ Thirteen little school girls leaping out to delve;
+ One leaped into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but twelve.
+
+ Twelve little school girls racing out for leaven;
+ One raced into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were eleven.
+
+ Eleven little school girls dodging a lion when--
+ One dodged into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but ten.
+
+ Ten little school girls, all skipping in a line;
+ One skipped into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but nine.
+
+ Nine little school girls swinging on a gate;
+ One swung into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but eight.
+
+ Eight little school girls, trying to fly to heaven;
+ One flew into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but seven.
+
+ Seven little school girls tripping out for sticks;
+ One tripped into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but six.
+
+ Six little school girls, going for a dive;
+ One dived into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but five.
+
+ Five little school girls, sailing to explore;
+ One sailed into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but four.
+
+ Four little school girls steaming on the sea;
+ One steamed into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but three.
+
+ Three little school girls, riding on a moo;
+ One rode into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but two.
+
+ Two little school girls, sliding about for fun;
+ One slid into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there was but one.
+
+ One little school girl, the nicest, last and best,
+ She walked into Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And read books with all the rest.
+
+
+The following is the way that each girl went into Cole's Book Arcade:
+
+ Ada ran into it.
+ Agnes ran into it.
+ Alice ran into it.
+ Amy ran into it.
+ Annie ran into it.
+ Angelina ran into it.
+ Bessie ran into it.
+ Bridget ran into it.
+ Carrie ran into it.
+ Clara ran into it.
+ Edith swam into it.
+ Eliza swam into it.
+ Emily swam into it.
+ Emma swam into it.
+ Fanny swam into it.
+ Florence swam into it.
+ Hannah swam into it.
+ Harriet swam into it.
+ Jane swam into it.
+ Jessie swam into it.
+ Kate jumped into it.
+ Lillie skated into it.
+ Lizzie danced into it.
+ Lottie drove into it.
+ Louisa crept into it.
+ Lucy hopped into it.
+ Mary floated into it.
+ Martha leaped into it.
+ Matilda raced into it.
+ Maggie dodged into it.
+ Maria skipped into it.
+ Mabel swung into it.
+ Maude flew into it.
+ May tripped into it.
+ Minnie dived into it.
+ Nellie sailed into it.
+ Olive Steamed into it.
+ Rose rode into it.
+ Sarah slid into it.
+ Tottie walked into it.
+
+N.B.--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.
+
+
+ Story Of The Funny Monkeys
+
+Once there was a funny old monkey--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.
+
+
+[Page 22--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Tangle Pate.]
+
+
+ Tangle Pate
+
+ There was a girl, named tanglepate,
+ She lived--I won't say where--
+ Who was not willing any one
+ Should comb or curl her hair.
+
+ She cried and made a dreadful fuss,
+ At morning, noon, or night,
+ And did not seem at all ashamed
+ Of looking like a fright.
+
+ Her hair stood out around her head
+ Just like a lion's mane,
+ And she was scolded, coaxed, and teased
+ About it--but in vain.
+
+ It caught on buttons, hooks, and boughs
+ As here and there she rushed,
+ And yet she would not consent
+ To have it combed or brushed.
+
+ And so she fell asleep one day
+ Within the woods, and there
+ Two birdies came and built a nest
+ Amid her tangled hair.
+
+
+ A Careless Girl
+
+ I know a very careless girl,
+ Her hair is always out of curl,
+ In rags and tatters are her clothes,
+ And she's a fright, you may suppose.
+
+ Her skirts she catches on a nail,
+ And leaves behind and ugly trail;
+ Her sashes always are untied,
+ Her dresses always gaping wide.
+
+ 'Tis her delight to tear and rend,
+ She does not like to patch or mend,
+ And 'tis no wonder that she goes
+ So out at elbows and at toes.
+
+
+ Naughty Girl
+
+ The naughty girl
+ Never minds mamma,
+ Always says, "I won't!"
+ To dear papa!
+ Makes a great deal of noise
+ About the house.
+ When her mother wants her
+ As still as a mouse.
+
+ She pinches the cat,
+ She pulls her tail;
+ And takes the bird-cage
+ Down from the nail;
+ Teases her brothers,
+ And spoils her hair,
+ And reproved says,
+ "I don't care!"
+
+ She worries poor grandma,
+ Makes baby cry;
+ She cannot please him,
+ And I know why:--
+ She lets him lie
+ In the crib and moan,
+ While she is amusing
+ Herself alone.
+
+ At school she forgets
+ What the teacher said,
+ Sits idly leaning her hands
+ On her head;
+ She never learns
+ The task that's given,
+ And cannot tell even
+ Seven times seven.
+
+ At table she's careless,
+ And spills her drink,
+ Can never be taught
+ To "stop and think;"
+ Gets down from the table
+ And goes to play,
+ To do the same over
+ Another day.
+
+
+ Mopy Maria
+
+ Mopy Maria
+ Would sit by the fire,
+ It seemed to be
+ Her greatest desire;
+ Bent and bowed
+ As if wrapped in a shroud,
+ And her face as black
+ As a thunder-cloud.
+
+ She filled the room
+ So full of gloom,
+ The place was as
+ Dismal as a tomb;
+ And few would admire
+ Her, or desire
+ To spend much time
+ With Mopy Maria,
+
+ She moped and pined
+ Yet no-one could find
+ That any trouble
+ Disturbed her mind;
+ Nor reasons good
+ Why she should brood
+ An such a
+ Ridiculous attitude.
+
+ It wasn't her style
+ To laugh and smile
+ She didn't think
+ It was worth her while;
+ So dull and flat
+ She daily sat
+ Like a Chinese idol,
+ Or worse than that,
+
+ If the children came
+ To propose a game
+ Of any sort,
+ It was all the same;
+ She wouldn't play,
+ She wouldn't be gay,
+ But sat and pouted
+ The livelong day.
+
+ Her face grew thin;
+ And at length her chin
+ Grew long and sharp;
+ Oh! as sharp as a pin!
+ And one windy day
+ She blew away
+ Like a great big kite
+ That had gone astray.
+
+ The winds were high,
+ And she had to fly
+ Away at their bidding;
+ It made her cry;
+ But she couldn't get higher
+ Than the tall church spire,
+ So there she stuck--
+ Poor Mopy Maria!
+
+
+ Disobedient May
+
+ Naughty May will not obey,
+ But will always have her way
+ Every moment of the day.
+
+ If you say do this, or that,
+ She will be amazed thereat,
+ Show her claws like any cat.
+
+ O she is a naughty child!
+ Very fond of running wild,
+ Never gentle, meek, or mild.
+
+ Some fine day, I don't know when--
+ She'll be popp'd in piggy's pen,
+ And be most unhappy then.
+
+ Pigs are stubborn things indeed,
+ Will not go as you would lead,
+ Never words of counsel heed.
+
+ And pig-headed folks are they
+ Who will always have their way,
+ Spite of anything you say.
+
+
+ Sluttishness
+
+ Oh! Mary, my mary,
+ Why, where is your dolly?
+ Look here, I protest, on the floor:
+ To leave her about
+ In the dirt so is folly,
+ You ought to be trusted no more.
+
+ I thought you were pleas'd.
+ And receiv'd her quite gladly,
+ When on your birthday she came home;
+ Did I ever suppose
+ You would use her so sadly,
+ And strew her things over the room?
+
+ Her bonnet of straw
+ You once thought a great matter,
+ And tied it so pretty and neat;
+ Now see how 'tis crumpled,
+ No trencher is flatter,
+ It grieves your mamma thus to see't.
+
+ Suppose (you're my Dolly,
+ You know, little daughter,
+ Whom I love to dress neat, and see good),
+ Suppose in my care of you,
+ I were to falter,
+ And let you get dirty and rude!
+
+ But Dolly's mere wood,
+ You are flesh and bone living,
+ And deserves better treatment and care;
+ That is true, my sweet girl,
+ 'Tis the reason I'm giving
+ This lesson so sharp and severe.
+
+ 'Tis not for the Dolly
+ I'm anxious and fearful,
+ Tho' she cost too much to be spoil'd;
+ I'm afraid lest yourself
+ Should get sluttish, not careful,
+ And that were a sad thing, my child.
+
+
+ Jane, who Bit her Nails
+
+ When I was living down in Wales,
+ I knew a girl who bit her nails;
+ Her finger-ends became so sore,
+ The blood flowed from them to the floor.
+
+ The more she bit the more they bled,
+ Until upon herself she fed;
+ And as she nibbled day by day,
+ The fingers slowly wore away.
+
+ See, here she is: she sadly stands
+ With only stumps instead of hands;
+ The silly girl can never play,
+ Yet she was cautioned every day.
+
+ Her father said, "You naughty thing,
+ Some wooden fingers I must bring,
+ And try to get them fastened to
+ Your hands with little bits of glue."
+
+
+ Poking Fun
+
+ When little Lizzie came across
+ A birdie, or a chick,
+ A duckling, or a gosling,
+ she would poke it with a stick.
+
+ She chased the dog, she chased the cat,
+ But when she saw a mouse
+ She gave a scream so very loud
+ It echoed through the house.
+
+ She poked the turtles and the frogs
+ And thought it was fine fun,
+ But when the geese poked out their necks
+ At her, she had to run.
+
+ One day she chanced to find a hive
+ With not a bee about,
+ And said, "Is any one at home?
+ "I'll very soon find out!"
+
+ And so she did. As soon as she
+ Had poked her stick inside,
+ The bees flew out and stung her so
+ She very nearly died.
+
+
+[Page 23--Girl Land]
+
+
+ The Pin
+
+ "Dear me! what signifies a pin,
+ Wedg'd in a rotten board?
+ I'm certain that I won't begin,
+ At ten years old, to hoard!
+ I never will be called a miser;
+ That I'm determined," said Eliza.
+
+ So onward tripped the little maid,
+ And left the pin behind,
+ Which very snug and quiet lay,
+ To its hard fate resign'd;
+ Nor did she think (a careless chit)
+ 'Twas worth her while to stoop for it.
+
+ Next day a party was to ride
+ To see an air balloon;
+ And all the company beside
+ Were dressed and ready soon:
+ But she a woful case was in,
+ For want of just a single pin.
+
+ In vain her eager eyes she brings
+ To ev'ry darksome crack,
+ There was not one! and yet her things
+ Were dropping off her back.
+ She cut her pincushion in two,
+ But no, not one had slidden through.
+
+ At last, as hunting on the floor,
+ Over a crack she lay,
+ The carriage rattled to the door,
+ Then rattled fast away:
+ But poor Eliza was not in,
+ For want of just a single pin.
+
+ There's hardly anything so small,
+ So trifling or so mean,
+ That we may never want at all,
+ For service unforseen;
+ And wilful waste, depend upon't
+ Brings, almost always, woful want!
+
+ Ann Taylor
+
+
+ Stupid Jane
+
+ Oh! she was such a stupid Jane,
+ They tried in vain
+ To make things plain,
+ But she would ask and ask again,
+ As if there wasn't any brain
+ Inside the head of stupid Jane.
+
+ If she was set to do a task,
+ So many questions she would ask,
+ 'Twas easier far her teachers said
+ To do the work themselves instead,
+ Than try to make her understand
+ The lesson she had in hand.
+
+ If on an errand told to go,
+ And cautioned to do thus and so,
+ Turn here and there along the way,
+ Oh! Jane was sure to go astray;
+ For she hade such a crooked pate,
+ She could not do an errand straight.
+
+ She did not care for books or toys,
+ She could not play with girls or boys;
+ Because so oft she blocked their games,
+ They used to call her dreadful names,
+ And in loud, angry tones complain,
+ "Oh, what a horrid, Stupid Jane!"
+
+ Brought to the parlour nicely drest
+ To be presented to a guest,
+ With finger in her mouth she'd stand
+ And stare about on every hand,
+ Nor answer by a single word,
+ Nor even act as if she heard.
+
+ Oh! she was such a stupid Jane,
+ They tried in vain
+ To make things plain,
+ But she would ask and ask again,
+ As if there wasn't any brain
+ Inside the head of stupid Jane.
+
+
+ Little Girl who wouldn't eat Crusts
+
+ The awfullest times that ever could be
+ They had with a bad little girl of Dundee,
+ Who never would finish her crust
+ In vain they besought her,
+ And patiently taught her
+ And told her she must.
+ Her grandma would coax,
+ And so would the folks,
+ And tell her the sinning
+ Of such a beginning.
+ But no, she wouldn't.
+ She couldn't, she shouldn't,
+ She'd have them to know--
+ So they might as well go.
+ And what do you think came to pass?
+ This little girl of Dundee, alas!
+ Who wouldn't take crusts the regular way,
+ Sat down to a feast one summer's day;
+ And what did the people that little girl give?
+ Why, a dish of bread pudding--as sure as I live!
+
+
+ Pouting Polly
+
+ Polly was a little girl,
+ Pretty as a posy;
+ Rather straight, and rather tall;
+ Very round and rosy.
+
+ Other little girls and boys
+ Always were delighted,
+ So if to pretty Polly's house
+ They had been invited.
+
+ There they'd romp, and have great fun,
+ Frolicking and shouting;
+ But alas! they soon would find
+ Pretty Polly pouting!
+
+ What had any one done?
+ How had they displeased her?
+ Was she sad or mad because
+ Johnny Dean had teased her?
+
+ Why are you so cross and glum
+ When the rest are jolly?
+ With your under-lip thrust out,
+ Tell us, pouting Polly!
+
+ Polly loves to have her way;
+ Ah! no one can doubt it;
+ And whenever she's displeased
+ She will pout about it.
+
+ Such a funny under-lip!
+ You would like to grab it,
+ So that little Polly might
+ Break this naughty habit.
+
+ In the house or out-of-doors,
+ Little Polly Horner
+ You will find a dozen times
+ Pouting in a corner.
+
+ Once, when in the garden she
+ Stood thus melancholy,
+ On her under-lip a bee
+ Stung Miss Pouting Polly.
+
+ Then she danced, and then she screamed;
+ People heard her yelling
+ Half-a-mile or more away,
+ While her lip was swelling.
+
+ Oh, it swelled, and swelled, and swelled,
+ Like a great big blister,
+ And the pain was very great
+ Where the bee had kissed her.
+
+ Many days she kept her bed;
+ And there is no doubting
+ That the sorry little maid
+ Had her fill of pouting.
+
+ For the buzzing busy-bee
+ Cured her of her folly;
+ And the remedy will cure
+ Any pouting Polly.
+
+
+ Untidy Emily
+
+ Oh, here's a sad picture!
+ Pray carefully look!
+ As sad as was ever
+ Yet seen in a book.
+
+ 'Tis Emily's portrait:
+ Not at all flattered.
+ Slovenly, dirty, untidy,
+ And tattered.
+
+ Her mother implores her,
+ Again and again,
+ To make herself tidy;
+ But all is in vain.
+
+ Her trimmings are torn;
+ There's a hole in her dress;
+ Another, still larger;
+ Her shoes in a mess;
+
+ Stockings down, buttons missing;
+ Shabby old hat,
+ Not for worlds would I
+ Wear it, battered and flat.
+
+ Her mother does nothing
+ But patch, darn and mend,
+ Till, saddened and weary,
+ She says, "This must end.
+
+ "All, all is in vain.
+ And now, happen what may,
+ I can do nothing more;
+ So go your own way."
+
+ A terrible thing
+ Very soon now befell,
+ Oh, horror! I shudder
+ The story to tell.
+
+ This girl ran quite wild;
+ Till at last she became
+ All tatters and rags,
+ With no feeling of shame.
+
+ A man, who was passing,
+ Then took her one day,
+ And in his field placed her,
+ To scare birds away.
+
+ She is still standing there;
+ Stands there day and night.
+ The sparrows fly round her,
+ And cry in affright:
+
+ "Look at this dreadful thing!
+ Take care now, take care!
+ Beware of the scarecrow!
+ Beware, now, beware!"
+
+
+[Illustration: Untidy Emily.]
+
+
+[Page 24--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: My Five Sisters.]
+
+
+ Maidenhood
+
+ Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,
+ In whose orbs a shadow lies,
+ Like a dusk in evening skies!
+
+ Thou, whose locks outshine the sun,
+ Golden tresses, wreathed in one,
+ As the braided streamlets run!
+
+ Standing, with reluctant feet,
+ Where the brook and river meet!
+ Womanhood and childhood fleet!
+
+ Gazing, with a timid glance,
+ On the brooklet's swift advance,
+ On the river's broad expanse!
+
+ Deep and still, that gliding stream
+ Beautiful to thee must seem,
+ As the river of a dream.
+
+ Then why pause with indecision,
+ When bright angels in thy vision
+ Beckon thee to fields of Elysian?
+
+ Seest thou shadows sailing by,
+ As the dove, with startled eye,
+ Sees the falcon's shadow fly?
+
+ Hearest thou voices on the shore,
+ That our ears perceive no more,
+ Deafen'd by the cataract's roar?
+
+ O, thou child of many prayers!
+ Life hath quicksands--Life hath snares!
+ Care and age come unawares!
+
+ Like the swell of some sweet tune,
+ Morning rises into noon,
+ May glides onward into June
+
+ Childhood is the bough where slumber'd
+ Birds and blossoms many-number'd--
+ Age, that bough with snows encumber'd
+
+ Gather, then each flower that grows,
+ When the young heart overflows,
+ To embalm that tent of snows
+
+ Bear a lily in thy hand;
+ Gates of brass cannot withstand
+ One touch of that magic wand
+
+ Bear, through sorrow, wrong, and ruth,
+ In thy heart the dew of youth,
+ On thy lips the smile of truth.
+
+ Oh! that dew, like balm, shall steal
+ Into wounds, that cannot heal,
+ Even as sleep our eyes doth seal:
+
+ And that smile, like sunshine, dart
+ Into many a sunless heart,
+ For a smile of God thou art.
+
+ Longfellow
+
+
+ Girls that are in Demand
+
+ The girls that are wanted are good girls--
+ Good from the heart to the lips;
+ Pure as the lily is white and pure,
+ From it's heart to its sweet leaf tips.
+ The girls that are wanted are home girls--
+ Girls that are a mother's right hand,
+ That fathers and brothers can trust to,
+ And the little ones understand.
+
+ The girls that are fair on the hearthstone,
+ And pleasant when nobody sees;
+ Kind and sweet to their own folks,
+ Ready and anxious to please.
+ The girls that are wanted are wise girls,
+ That know what to do and to say;
+ That drive with a smile and soft word
+ The wrath of the household away.
+
+ The girls that are wanted are girls of sense,
+ Whom fashion can never deceive;
+ Who can follow whatever is pretty,
+ And dare what is silly to leave.
+ The girls that are wanted are careful girls,
+ Who count what a thing will cost.
+ Who use with a prudent generous hand,
+ But see that nothing is lost.
+
+ The girls that are wanted are girls with hearts,
+ They are wanted for mothers and wives,
+ Wanted to cradle in loving arms
+ The strongest and frailest lives.
+ The clever, the witty, the brilliant girl,
+ There are few who can understand,
+ But, oh! for the wise, loving home girls
+ There's a constant steady demand.
+
+
+ Girl's Names
+
+ Francis, is "unrestrained and free;"
+ Bertha, "pellucid, purely bright;"
+ Clara, "clear" as the crystal sea;
+ Lucy, a star of radiant "light;"
+ Catherine, is "pure" as mountain air;
+ Barbara, cometh "from afar;"
+ Mabel, is "like a lily fair;"
+ Henrietta, a soft, sweet "star;"
+ Felicia, is a "happy girl;"
+ Matilda, is a "lady true;"
+ Margaret, is a shining "pearl;"
+ Rebecca, "with the faithful few;"
+ Susan, is a "lily white;"
+ Jane has the "willow's" curve and grace;
+ Cecilia, dear, is "dim of sight;"
+ Sophia, shows "wisdom" on her face;
+ Constance, is firm and "resolute;"
+ Grace, a delicious "favour meet;"
+ Charlotte, "noble, of good repute;"
+ Harriet, a fine "odour sweet;"
+ Isabella, is "a lady rare;"
+ Lucinda, "constant" as the day;
+ Maria, means a "lady fair;"
+ Abigail, "joyful as the May;"
+ Elizabeth, "an oath of trust;"
+ Adeline, "nice princess, proud;"
+ Agatha, "is truly good and just;"
+ Leila, "a joy of love avowed;"
+ Jemima, "a soft sound in air;"
+ Caroline, "a sweet spirit, hale;"
+ Cornelia, "harmonious and fair;"
+ Selina, "a sweet nightingale;"
+ Lydia, "a refreshing well;"
+ Judith, "a song of sacred praise;"
+ Julia, "a jewel none excel;"
+ Priscilla, "ancient of days."
+
+
+ Kate
+
+ There's something in the name of Kate
+ Which many will condemn;
+ But listen now while I relate
+ The traits of some of them.
+
+ There's deli-Kate, a modest dame,
+ She's worthy of your love!
+ She's nice and beautiful a flame,
+ And gentle as a dove,
+
+ Communi-Kate's intelligent,
+ As we may well suppose;
+ Her fruitful mind is ever bent
+ On telling all she knows.
+
+ There's intri-Kate, she's so obscure
+ 'Tis hard to find her out;
+ For she is often very sure
+ To put your wits to rout.
+
+ Prevari-Kate's a surly maid,
+ She's sure to have her way;
+ The cavilling, contrary jade,
+ Objects to all you say.
+
+ There's alter-Kate, a perfect pest;
+ Much given to dispute;
+ Her prattling tongue can never rest,
+ You cannot her refute.
+
+ Then dislo-Kate, is quite a fret,
+ Who fails to gain her point;
+ Her case is quite unfortunate
+ And sorely out of joint.
+
+ Equivo-Kate no one will woo--
+ The thing would be absurd.
+ She is so faithless and untrue,
+ You cannot take her word.
+
+ There's vindi-Kate, she's good and true,
+ And strives with all her might
+ Her duty faithfully to do
+ And battles for the right.
+
+ There's rusti-Kate, a country lass,
+ Quite fond of rural scenes;
+ She likes to ramble through the grass
+ And through the evergreens.
+
+ Of all the maidens you can find,
+ There's none like edu-Kate;
+ Because she elevates the mind
+ And aims at something great.
+
+
+[Illustration: My Five Cousins.]
+
+
+[Page 25--Girl Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Electro-Micro Scolding Machine.]
+
+
+ Coles Electro-micro Scolding Machine For Scolding Naughty Girls
+
+Cole's Electro-micro Scolding Machine is a combination of three
+instruments, the Phonograph, the Microphone, and the Wonderphone.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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--and which is the first
+Scolding Machine ever invented. If the machine is already _charged_
+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.
+
+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:--Silence!!
+Attention!!!
+
+ Ada Alice Arabella Angelina Andal,
+ Why do you talk for ever, such a tittle-tattling scandal?
+ Betsy Bertha Bridget Belinda Bowing,
+ Will you be quiet and go on with your sewing?
+ Cora Caroline Christina Clarinda Clare,
+ Now do look in the glass at your untidy hair.
+ Dorah Dinah Dorothy Dorinda Dresson,
+ You really must get on with your short drawing lesson.
+ Edith Ellen Evelina Elizabeth Eadle,
+ This makes this day your nineteenth broken needle.
+ Fanny Florence Frederica Florinda Flynn,
+ How cruel of you to prick Jane with a pin.
+ Grace Gertrude Genevieve Georgina Grimble,
+ You careless girl to lose your silver thimble.
+ Hilda Hanna Harriet Henrietta Hawker,
+ You really are a most inveterate talker.
+ Ida Izod Irene Isabella Inching,
+ You spiteful--stop that scratching and pinching.
+ Jane Julia Josephine Jemima Jesson,
+ Sit down at once and learn your music lesson.
+ Kate Kester Katrina Kathleen Kent,
+ You're vulgar, saucy, rude and insolent.
+ Lizzie Letitia Lucretia Lorinda Loeries,
+ You're the champion of the world for telling stories.
+ Maud Mary Martha Matilda Moyes,
+ Sends letters to, and flirts with, naughty boys.
+ Nancy Nelly Ninette Naomi Nations,
+ Shame of you to talk 'gainst other girls' relations.
+ Olive Osberta Orphelia Octavia O'Dyke,
+ Your conduct is outrageous and unladylike.
+ Polly Patience Prudence Paulina Pitt,
+ You really are our champion tell-tale-tit.
+ Quilla Quintina Quinburga Quendrida Quirk,
+ How very, very, dirty you have made your fancy-work.
+ Rose Ruth Rachel Rebecca Ritting,
+ Now stop that crying and get on with your knitting.
+ Sarah Sophia Selina Susannah Stacies,
+ Don't spoil your face by making those grimaces.
+ Tilda Theresa Tabitha Theodora Tapping,
+ You'd gain the prize if one was given for slapping.
+ Una Ursula Urica Urania Urls,
+ You'd gain the prize for teasing little girls.
+ Venus Violet Victoria Veronica Vo-shi,
+ Just learn your task and put away that crochet.
+ Wilmett Walberg Winefride Wilhelmina Wriggling,
+ Now once for all do stop that stupid giggling.
+ Xenodice Xanthippe Xanthisa Xenophona X-cess,
+ You think and talk of nothing else but dress! dress!
+ Yana Yulga Yapeena Yestina Young,
+ Will you behave yourself and just draw in your tongue.
+ And lastly and worst of all, you,
+ Zoe Zora Zillah Zenobia Zeen,
+ How dare you! how dare you!! yes, how dare you!!!
+ Sneer at the boy's new whipping Machine.
+
+
+ Notice To The Public
+
+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
+_Telephone_ attached thereto.
+
+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--and any of which will be heard
+for forty miles around.
+
+Cole can supply Scolding Machines from L5 to L50. A very good one
+(The Excelsior), price L10, 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.
+
+Final Notice Extraordinary--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--L10 bonus
+for information in each case.
+
+ E.W. Cole
+
+
+[Page 26--Good Girls]
+
+
+ Jenny Lee
+
+ An orphan child was Jenny Lee;
+ Her father, he was dead.
+ And very hard her mother worked;
+ To get the children bread.
+
+ In winter time, she often rose
+ Long ere the day was light,
+ And left her orphan family,
+ Till dark again at night.
+
+ And she would always say to Jane,
+ Before she went away;
+ "Be sure you mind the little ones,
+ And don't go out to play.
+
+ "Keep baby quiet in his bed,
+ As long as he will lie;
+ Then take him up, and dance him well,
+ Don't leave him there to cry.
+
+ "And don't let little Christopher,
+ Get down into the street,
+ For fear he meets an accident
+ Beneath the horse's feet.
+
+ "And mind about the fire, child,
+ And keep a tidy floor;
+ We never need be dirty, Jane,
+ Although we may be poor.
+
+ "Good-by my precious comforter,
+ For all the neighbours say,
+ That I can trust my little maid,
+ Whenever I'm away."
+
+ Then Jenny she was quite as proud
+ As England's noble Queen,
+ And she resolved to do the work,
+ And keep the dwelling clean.
+
+ She did not stop to waste her time,
+ But very brisk was she,
+ And worked as hard and cheerfully
+ As any busy bee.
+
+ If down upon the cottage floor
+ Her little brother fell,
+ She stroked the places tenderly,
+ And kissed and made them well.
+
+ And when the little babe was cross,
+ As little babes will be,
+ She nursed and danced it merrily,
+ And fed it on her knee.
+
+ But when they both were safe in bed,
+ She neatly swept the hearth,
+ And waited until her mother's step
+ Came sounding up the path.
+
+ Then open flew the cottage door,
+ The weary mother smiled.
+ "Ah! Jenny dear, what should I do,
+ Without my precious child!"
+
+
+ Work Before Play
+
+ "Mother has sent me to the well,
+ To fetch a jug of water,
+ And I am very glad to be
+ A useful little daughter;
+ That's why I cannot play
+ With you and Mary Ann to-day.
+
+ "Some afternoon I'll come with you,
+ And make you wreaths and posies;
+ I know a place where blue-bells grow,
+ And daisies and primroses;
+ But not to-day, for I must go
+ And help my mother, dears, you know.
+
+ "She says, that I am nearly eight,
+ So I can fill the kettle,
+ And sweep the room and clean the grate,
+ And even scrub a little;
+ Oh! I'm so very glad to be
+ A little useful girl, you see.
+
+ "So Johnny, do not ask to-day--
+ Perhaps I'll come to morrow;
+ But you'd not wish me now to stay,
+ And give my mother sorrow.
+ When she can spare me, she will say,
+ 'Now, Susan, you may go and play.'"
+
+
+[Illustration: Lucy Gray and Father.]
+
+
+ Lucy Gray
+
+ Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray;
+ And, when I crossed the wild,
+ I managed to see at break of day
+ The solitary child.
+
+ No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
+ She dwelt on a wide moor,--
+ The sweetest thing that ever grew
+ Besides a human door!
+
+ You yet may spy the fawn at play,
+ The hare upon the green;
+ But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
+ Will never more be seen.
+
+ "To-night will be a stormy night--
+ You to the town must go;
+ And take a lantern, child, to light
+ Your mother through the snow."
+
+ "That, father, will I gladly do!
+ 'Tis scarcely afternoon--
+ The minster-clock has just struck two,
+ And yonder is the moon."
+
+ At this the father raised his book
+ And snapped a faggot band;
+ He piled his work,--and Lucy took
+ The lantern in her hand.
+
+ Not blither is the mountain roe;
+ With many a wanton stroke
+ Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
+ That rises up like smoke.
+
+ The storm came on before it's time;
+ She wandered up and down;
+ And many a hill did Lucy climb,
+ But never reached the town.
+
+ The wretched parents all that night
+ Went shouting far and wide,
+ But there was neither sound or sight
+ To serve them for a guide.
+
+ At day-break on a hill they stood
+ That overlooked the moor;
+ And thence they saw the bridge of wood
+ A furlong from their door.
+
+ And, turning homeward, now they cried
+ "In heaven we shall meet!"
+ When in the snow the mother spied
+ The print of Lucy's feet.
+
+ Then downwards from the steep hill's edge
+ They tracked the footmarks small;
+ And through the broken hawthorn edge,
+ And by the long stone wall.
+
+ And then an open field they crossed--
+ The marks were still the same;
+ They tracked them on, nor ever lost;
+ And to the bridge they came.
+
+ They followed from the snowy bank
+ The footmarks, one by one,
+ Into the middle of the plank;
+ And further there were none!
+
+ Yet some maintain that to this day
+ She is a living child;
+ That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
+ Upon the lonesome wild.
+
+ O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
+ And never looks behind;
+ And sings a solitary song
+ That whistles in the wind.
+
+
+ Mary's Little Lamb
+
+ Mary had a little lamb,
+ It's fleece was white as snow;
+ And everywhere that Mary went
+ The lamb was sure to go.
+
+ He followed her to school one day--
+ That was against the rule;
+ It made the children laugh and play,
+ To see a lamb at school.
+
+ The teacher therefore turned him out;
+ But still he lingered near,
+ And on the grass he played about
+ Till Mary did appear.
+
+ At once he ran to her, and laid
+ His head upon her arm,
+ As if to say, I'm not afraid--
+ You'll keep me from all harm.
+
+ "What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
+ The little children cry;
+ "Oh! Mary loves the lamb you know,"
+ The teacher did reply.
+
+
+[Page 27--Girl Land]
+
+
+ We are Seven
+
+ I met a little cottage girl;
+ She was eight years old, she said;
+ Her head was thick with many a curl
+ That clustered round her head.
+
+ She had a rustic, woodland air,
+ And she was wildly clad;
+ Her eyes were fair, and very fair,
+ Her beauty made me glad.
+
+ "Sisters and brothers, little maid,
+ How many may you be?"
+ "How many? Seven in all," she said,
+ And wondering, looked at me.
+
+ "And where are they? I pray you tell."
+ She answered, "Seven are we;
+ And two of us at Conway dwell,
+ And two are gone to sea.
+
+ "Two of us in the churchyard lie--
+ My sister and my brother;
+ And in the churchyard cottage I
+ Dwell near them with my mother."
+
+ "You say that two at Conway dwell,
+ And two are gone to sea;
+ Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,
+ Sweet maid how this may be?"
+
+ Then did the little maid reply,
+ Seven boys and girls are we;
+ Two of us in the churchyard lie,
+ Beneath the churchyard tree."
+
+ "You run about, my little maid,
+ Your limbs they are alive!
+ If two are in the churchyard laid,
+ Then ye are only five."
+
+ "Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
+ The little maid replied;
+ "Twelve steps or more, from my mother's door,
+ And they are side by side.
+
+ "My stockings there I often knit,
+ My kerchief there I hem;
+ And there upon the ground I sit,
+ I sit and sing to them.
+
+ "And often after sunset, sir,
+ When it is light and fair,
+ I take my little porringer,
+ And eat my supper there.
+
+ "The first that died was little Jane;
+ In bed she moaning lay,
+ Till God released her of her pain,
+ And then she went away.
+
+ "So in the churchyard she was laid;
+ And, when the grass was dry,
+ Together round her grave we played,
+ My brother John and I.
+
+ "And when the ground was white with snow,
+ And I could run and slide,
+ My brother John was forced to go,
+ And he lies by her side."
+
+ "How many are you then? said I,
+ "If they two are in heaven!"
+ The little maiden did reply
+ "O master! we are seven."
+
+ "But they are dead; those two are dead;
+ Their spirits are in heaven!"
+ 'Twas throwing words away; for still
+ The little maid would have her will,
+ And say, "Nay, we are seven."
+
+
+ The Poor, but Kind Girl
+
+ Young Lucy Payne lives on the Village Green;
+ Mary, you know the cottage, I am sure,
+ Under the hawthorn! 'Tis so neat and clean,
+ Though Widow Payne, alas! is blind and poor.
+
+ She plies her needles, and she plies them well,
+ And Lucy never spends an idle hour;
+ On market days their mits and socks they sell,
+ And thus their balls of worsted turn to flour.
+
+ I pass'd one morning by their cottage door;
+ Lucy was talking to a little child,
+ A ragged thing that lives upon the moor;
+ It's parents leave it to run rude and wild.
+
+ Hanger had tamed the little wilding thing,
+ It's cheeks were hollow, but it's air was light;
+ Young Lucy did not know I saw her bring
+ That porringer she kept so clean and bright.
+
+ It was her breakfast--all the darling had;
+ But oh! she gave it with a heart so glad.
+
+
+[Illustration: Grace Darling Rowing in Storm.]
+
+
+ Grace Darling
+
+ "Over the wave, the stormy wave,
+ Hasten, dear father, with me,
+ The crew to save from a wat'ry grave,
+ Deep in the merciless sea.
+ Hear ye the shriek, the piercing shriek,
+ Hear ye the cry of despair?
+ With courage quick the wreck we'll seek;
+ Danger united we'll dare.
+
+ "Out with the boat, the gallant boat;
+ Not a moment to be lost;
+ See! she's afloat, proudly afloat,
+ And high on the waves we're tossed;
+ Mother, Adieu, a short adieu;
+ Your prayers will rise to heaven;
+ Father to you--your child and you--
+ Power to save is given.
+
+ "I have no fear, no maiden fear;
+ My heart is firm to the deed,
+ I shed no tear, no coward tear;
+ I've strength in time of need.
+ Hear ye the crash, the horrid crash?
+ Their mast over the side is gone;
+ Yet on we dash, 'mid lightning flash,
+ Safe through the pelting storm.
+
+ "The wreck we near, the wreck we near,
+ Our bonny boat seems to fly,
+ List to the cheer, their welcome cheer,
+ They know that succour is nigh."
+ And on that night, that dreadful night,
+ The father and daughter brave,
+ With strengthened might they both unite,
+ And many dear lives they save.
+
+ Hail to the maid, the fearless maid,
+ The maid of matchless worth;
+ She'll e'er abide the cherished pride
+ Of the land that gave her birth.
+ The send her gold, her name high uphold,
+ Honour and praise to impart;
+ But, with true regard, the loved reward
+ Is the joy of her own brave heart.
+
+
+ The Tidy Girl
+
+ Who is it each day in the week may be seen,
+ With her hair short and smooth, and her hands and face clean;
+ In a stout cotton gown, of dark and light blue,
+ Though old, so well mended, you'd take it for new;
+ Her handkerchief tidily pinned o'er her neck.
+ With a neat little cap, and an apron of check;
+ Her shoes and her stockings all sound and all clean?
+ She's never fine outside and dirty within.
+
+ Go visit her cottage, though humble and poor.
+ 'Tis so neat and so clean you might eat off the floor;
+ No rubbish, no cobwebs, no dirt can be found,
+ Though you hunt every corner, and search all around.
+ Who sweeps it so nicely, who makes all the bread,
+ Who tends her sick mother, and works by her bed?
+ 'Tis the neat, tidy girl--she needs no other name;
+ Abroad or at home, she is always the same.
+
+
+ I Will be Good To-Day
+
+ "I will be good, dear mother,"
+ I heard a sweet child say;
+ "I will be good; now watch me--
+ I will be good all day."
+
+ Oh, many, many, bitter tears
+ 'Twould save us, did we say,
+ Like that dear child, with earnest heart,
+ "I will be good to-day."
+
+
+ My Own Dear Little Sister
+
+ I have a little sister,
+ She's only three years old;
+ I do most dearly love her,
+ She's worth her weight in gold.
+ We often play together
+ And I begin to find,
+ To make my sister happy,
+ I must be very kind.
+
+
+[Page 28--Ruby Cole And Her Clever Frog]
+
+
+[Illustration: Music score for 'What Our Ruby Did'.]
+
+
+ What Our Ruby Did
+
+ She danced like a Fairy,
+ She sung like a Frog,
+ She squeaked like a Pig,
+ She barked like a dog.
+
+ Oh yes! Oh yes! She did! She Did!
+ And Frog-gy played a tune.
+
+ She mooed like a Bullock,
+ She baaed like a Ram,
+ She leaped like a Goat,
+ She skipped like a Lamb--Oh yes!
+
+ She brayed like a Donkey,
+ She cried like a Hare,
+ She neighed like a Horse,
+ She growled like a Bear!--Oh yes!
+
+ She munched like a Rabbit,
+ She gnawed like a Rat,
+ She popped like a Mouse,
+ She flew like a Bat--Oh yes!
+
+ She talked like a Parrot,
+ She quacked like a Drake,
+ She mewed like a Cat,
+ She hissed like a Snake--Oh yes!
+
+ She climbed like a Squirrel,
+ She flopped like a Seal,
+ She ran like a Deer,
+ She slid like an Eel--Oh yes!
+
+ She crept like a Tortoise,
+ She soared like a Lark,
+ She drank like a Fish,
+ She ate like a Shark--Oh yes!
+
+ She roared like a Lion,
+ She dived like a Whale,
+ She swam like a Goose,
+ She crawled like a Snail--Oh yes!
+
+ She croaked like a Raven,
+ She screeched like an Owl,
+ She cawed like a Crow,
+ She crowed like a Fowl--Oh yes!
+
+ She grinned like a Monkey,
+ She hummed like a Bee,
+ She buzzed like a Fly,
+ She jumped like a Flea--Oh yes!
+
+
+[Illustration: Ruby Cole dancing.]
+
+
+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.
+
+ E. W. C.
+
+
+[Illustration: Clever Frog playing Fiddle.]
+
+
+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.
+
+ There is no flock, however watched and tended
+ But one dead lamb is there!
+ There is no fireside, howsoever defended
+ But has one vacant chair!
+
+ There is no death! what seems so is transition
+ This life of mortal breath,
+ Is but a suburb of life Elysian
+ Whose portal we call death.
+
+ She is not dead--the child of our affection--
+ But gone unto that school
+ Where she no longer needs our poor protection
+ And GOD himself doth rule.
+
+
+[Page 29--Vally Cole And His Clever Dog]
+
+
+[Illustration: Vally Cole.]
+
+
+ Our Vally had a Clever Dog,
+ whose name was EBENEZER.
+ Sometimes this dog was very good,
+ At other times a TEASER.
+
+
+[Illustration: Vally and Ebenezer sitting on rail.]
+
+
+ One day they went to take a bath,
+ And both sat on a rail;
+ Our Vally hung his legs right down,
+ The dog hung down his tail.
+
+
+[Illustration: Ebenezer and Tom snoozing.]
+
+
+ This funny Dog one Christmas day,
+ Directly after dinner,
+ Just lean'd his sleepy head against
+ Old Tom, our snoozing sinner.
+
+
+[Page 30--Boy's Stories]
+
+
+ Tommy Trot, a man of law,
+ Sold his bed and lay upon straw;
+ Sold the straw and slept on grass,
+ To buy his wife a looking-glass.
+
+---
+
+ Little Jack Jingle,
+ He used to live single;
+ But when he got tired of this kind of life,
+ He left off being single, and lived with his wife.
+
+---
+
+ I'll tell you a story
+ About Jack Nory,--
+ And now my story's begun:
+ I'll tell you another
+ About Jack his brother,--
+ And now my story's done.
+
+---
+
+ Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+ Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+ They made him a coat
+ Of an old nanny-goat,
+ I wonder how they could do so!
+ With a ring and a ting tang,
+ And a ring and a ting tang,
+ Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+
+---
+
+ "John, come sell thy fiddle,
+ And buy thy wife a gown."
+ "No; I'll not sell my fiddle
+ For any wife in town."
+
+---
+
+ Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
+ If ever thou mean'st to thrive;
+ Nay, I'll not give my fiddle
+ To any man alive.
+ If I should give my fiddle,
+ They'll think that I'm gone mad,
+ For many a joyful day
+ My fiddle and I have had.
+
+---
+
+ Jack was a fisherman
+ Who went out one day,
+ But couldn't catch a single fish,
+ And so he came away.
+ And then he came home,
+ This angler so bold,
+ And found he'd caught something--
+ For he'd caught a cold.
+
+---
+
+ The Queen of Hearts,
+ She made some tarts,
+ All on a summer day;
+ The Knave of Hearts
+ He stole those tarts
+ And took them clean away.
+
+ The King of Hearts
+ Called for the tarts,
+ And beat the knave full sore;
+ The Knave of Hearts
+ Brought back the tarts,
+ And vowed he'd steal no more.
+
+---
+
+ Charley Wag
+ Ate the pudding and left the bag.
+
+---
+
+
+ Tom, The Piper's Son
+
+ Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+ Stole a pig and away did run!
+ The pig he eat, and Tom they beat,
+ And Tom went roaring down the street.
+
+ Tom, he was a piper's son:
+ He learned to play when he was young:
+ But all the tunes that he could play
+ Was, "Over the hills and far away;
+ Over the hills and a great way off,
+ And the wind will blow my topknot off."
+
+ Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
+ That he pleased both the girls and the boys,
+ And they stopped to hear him play
+ "Over the hills and far away."
+
+
+[Illustration: Tom Piping, Pigs Dancing.]
+
+
+ Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
+ That those who heard him could never keep still:
+ Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
+ Even the pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
+
+ As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
+ Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
+ So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
+ Till the pail they broke and the milk ran on the ground.
+
+ He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
+ He used his pipe and she used her legs;
+ She danced about till all the eggs she broke,
+ She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
+
+ He saw a cross fellow beating an ass,
+ Heavily laden with pots, pans, dishes and glass;
+ He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
+ And the jackass did kick off his load very soon.
+
+ Tom met the parson on his way,
+ Took out his pipe, began to play
+ A merry tune that led his grace
+ Into a very muddy place.
+
+ The mayor then said he would not fail
+ To send poor Tommy off to gaol.
+ Tom took his pipe, began to play,
+ And all the court soon danced away.
+
+ 'Twas quite a treat to see the rout,
+ How clerks and judges hopped about;
+ While Tommy still kept playing the tune,
+ "I'll be free this afternoon."
+
+ The Policeman Grab, who held him fast,
+ Began to dance about at last;
+ Whilst Tom, delighted at the fun,
+ Slipped out of court and off did run.
+
+---
+
+ Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,
+ Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef.
+ I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;
+ Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.
+ I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in.
+ Taffy came to my house, and stole a silver pin.
+ I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed.
+ I took up a poker and flung it at his head.
+
+---
+
+ Old King Cole
+ Was a merry old soul,
+ And a merry old soul was he;
+ He called for his pipe,
+ And he called for his bowl,
+ And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+---
+
+ Peter White will ne'er go right;
+ Would you know the reason why?
+ He follows his nose where'er he goes,
+ And that stands all awry.
+
+
+[Page 31--Boy Land]
+
+
+ The House That Jack Built
+
+ This is the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+ That awaked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+ That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+ That awaked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt,
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+[Illustration: Simple Simon Meets Pieman.]
+
+
+ Simple Simon
+
+ Simple Simon met a pieman
+ Going to the fair;
+ Says Simple Simon to the pieman:
+ "Let me taste your ware."
+
+ Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+ "Show me first the penny."
+ Says Simple Simon to the pieman:
+ "Indeed I have not any."
+
+ Simple Simon went a-fishing
+ For to catch a whale--
+ All the water he had got
+ Was in his mother's pail.
+
+ Simple Simon went to look
+ If plums grew on a thistle;
+ He pricked his fingers very much,
+ Which made poor Simon whistle.
+
+ He went to catch a dicky bird,
+ And thought he could not fail
+ Because he'd got a little salt
+ To put upon it's tail.
+
+ Then Simple Simon went-a-hunting,
+ For to catch a hare.
+ He rode on a goat about the street,
+ But could not find one there.
+
+ Simon made a great snowball,
+ And brought it in to roast;
+ He laid it down before the fire,
+ And soon the ball was lost.
+
+ Simple Simon went a-skating
+ When the ice was thin,
+ And Simon was astonished quite
+ To find he tumbled in.
+
+ And Simon he would honey eat
+ Out of the mustard pot;
+ He bit his tongue until he cried:
+ "That was all the good he got."
+
+
+ Ten Little Niggers
+
+ Ten little Niggers going out to dine,
+ One choked his little self, and then there were Nine.
+
+ Nine little Niggers crying at his fate,
+ One cried himself away, and then there were Eight.
+
+ Eight little Niggers to travelling were given.
+ But one kicked the bucket, and then there were Seven.
+
+ Seven little Niggers playing at their tricks,
+ One cut himself in halves, and then there were Six.
+
+ Six little Niggers playing with a hive,
+ A bumble bee killed one, and then there were Five.
+
+ Five little Niggers went in for law,
+ One got into Chancery, and then there were Four.
+
+ Four little Niggers going out to sea,
+ A ref herring swallowed one, and then there were Three.
+
+ Three little Niggers walking in the Zoo,
+ A big bear cuddled one, and then there were Two.
+
+ Two little Niggers sitting in the sun,
+ One got frizzled up, and then there was One.
+
+ One little Nigger living all alone,
+ He got married, and then there were None.
+
+
+[Page 32--Boy Land]
+
+
+ Jack the Giant Killer
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+ "Though you lodge with me this night,
+ You shall not see the morning light;
+ My club shall dash your brains out quite."
+
+"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.
+
+After this Jack fought and conquered many giants, married the king's
+daughter and lived happily.
+
+
+[Illustration: Jack Climbing Beanstalk.]
+
+
+ Jack and the Beanstalk
+
+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."
+
+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--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--at last he roared out:
+
+ "Fee, fa, fi, fo, fum,
+ I smell the blood of an Englishman!
+ Be he alive, or be he dead,
+ I'll grind his bones to make me bread!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 33--Boy Land]
+
+
+ Hop O' My Thumb
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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--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.
+
+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,--who
+had all disappeared suddenly--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."
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Tom Thumb Chased By Cat.]
+
+
+ Tom Thumb
+
+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
+"_no bigger than his thumb._" "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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+In order to show his courage and please the queen, the new knight
+undertook a terrible adventure.
+
+In one corner of the palace garden there was found a great black
+spider, of which the lady was very much afraid.
+
+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.
+
+Tom drew his sword and fought valiantly, but the spider's poisonous
+breath overcame him.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 34--Naughty Boys]
+
+
+[Illustration: Mr. Brown caning boys stealing sugar.]
+
+
+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--A bystander informs
+us that muttered howls of agony arose from the cask, and all the
+boys' interest in sugar was at an end.
+
+
+ Boy Who Stole Out Without Leave
+
+ I remember, I remember,
+ When I was a little Boy,
+ One fine morning in September
+ Uncle brought me home a toy.
+
+ I remember how he patted
+ Both my cheeks in his kindliest mood;
+ "Then," said he, "you little Fat-head,
+ There's a top because you're good."
+
+ Grandmamma--a shrewd observer--
+ I remember gazed upon
+ My new top, and said with fervour,
+ "Oh! how kind of Uncle John."
+
+ While mamma, my form caressing--
+ In her eyes the tear-drop stood,
+ Read me this fine moral lesson,
+ "See what comes of being good."
+
+ I remember, I remember,
+ On a wet and windy day,
+ One cold morning in December,
+ I stole out and went to play.
+
+ I remember Billy Hawkins
+ Came, and with his pewter squirt
+ Squibbed my pantaloons and stockings
+ Till they were all over dirt.
+
+ To my mother for protection
+ I ran, quaking every limb;
+ She exclaim'd, with fond affection,
+ "Gracious goodness! look at him!"
+
+ Pa cried, when he saw my garment,
+ 'Twas a newly purchased dress--
+ "Oh! you nasty little varment,
+ How came you in such a mess?"
+
+ Then he caught me by the collar,
+ --Cruel only to be kind--
+ And to my exceeding dolour,
+ Gave me--several slaps behind.
+
+ Grandmamma, while I yet smarted,
+ As she saw my evil plight,
+ Said--'twas rather stony-hearted--
+ "Little rascal! serve him right!"
+
+ I remember, I remember,
+ From that sad and solemn day,
+ Never more in dark December
+ Did I venture out to play.
+
+ And the moral which they taught, I
+ Well remember: thus they said--
+ "Little Boys, when they are naughty,
+ Must be whipp'd and sent to bed!"
+
+
+[Page 35--Boy Land]
+
+
+ Dirty Jack
+
+ There was one little Jack,
+ Not very long back,
+ And 't is said to his lasting disgrace,
+ That he never was seen
+ With his hands at all clean,
+ Nor yet ever clean was his face.
+
+ His friends were much hurt
+ To see so much dirt
+ And often and well did they scour,
+ But all was in vain,
+ He was dirty again
+ Before they had done it an hour.
+
+ When to wash he was sent,
+ He reluctantly went
+ With water to splash himself o'er,
+ But he left the black streaks
+ Running down both his cheeks,
+ And made them look worse than before.
+
+ The pigs in the dirt
+ Could not be more expert
+ Than he was, in grubbing about;
+ And people have thought
+ This gentleman ought
+ To be made with four legs and a snout.
+
+ The idle and bad
+ May, like to this lad,
+ Be dirty and black, to be sure.
+ But good boys are seen
+ To be decent and clean,
+ Although they be ever so poor.
+
+
+ Throwing Stones
+
+ Johnny Jones, why do you do it?
+ Those who throw stones
+ Surely will rue it;
+ Little of pleasure, evil may flow,
+ Mischief past measure comes of a blow.
+
+ Yes, yes! stone flinging.
+ Laugh as you may,
+ Woe may be bringing
+ Upon you some day.
+
+ Someone is watching,
+ Armed by the law,
+ Truncheon from pocket
+ Soon he will draw.
+ Off he will march you--
+ Dreadful to think!--to a dark prison:
+ Light through a chink,
+ Bread without butter, water for drink.
+
+
+ Dirty Dick
+
+ Dirty, noisy, mischievous Dick,
+ Struggled and tore, and wanted to fight
+ Susan, the nurse, who in the bath
+ Began to wash him on Saturday night.
+
+ Her hair he tried to pull up by the roots,
+ The water he splashed all over the floor,
+ Which ran downstairs, and one night made
+ A terrible slop at the parlour door.
+
+ To give him advice was a waste of time,
+ So his father resolved to try a stick,
+ And never since then has he been called
+ Dirty, noisy, mischievous Dick.
+
+
+ Boy That Stole the Apples
+
+ A boy looked over a wall,
+ And spied some lovely apples;
+ "But," says he "the tree is tall,
+ And belongs to 'Grumpie Chapples!'
+ Still, I think some could be got
+ By a climbing lad like me:
+ I'll try and steal a lot,
+ So here goes up the tree."
+
+
+[Illustration: Apple Thief Hanging From Wall With Dog Below.]
+
+
+ The wall he then got over,
+ And up the tree he went;
+ But Chapples, mowing clover,
+ Espied the wicked gent.
+ He let him fill his school-bag--
+ Get over the wall again;
+ Rushed up and played at touch-tag,
+ Which surprised him much, and then:--
+
+ _Look at the Picture!!!_
+
+
+ Mischievous Fingers
+
+ Pretty little fingers,
+ Wherefore were they made?
+ Like ten smart young soldiers,
+ All in pink arrayed.
+
+ Apt and quick obedient
+ To your lightest thought,
+ Doing in an instant
+ Everything they're taught.
+
+ 'T was for play or study,
+ Pen to wield or ball;
+ Kite, top, needle, pencil,
+ Prompt at parents' call.
+
+ Picking, poking, soiling
+ Costly things and dear,
+ Wrecking, cracking, spoiling
+ All that they come near.
+
+ Thus 't was with Robert Chivers,
+ Brandishing a swish,
+ Broke a vase to shivers
+ Filled with silver fish.
+
+ "Tick, tick" says the Dutch clock.
+ Robert fain would know
+ How it's pendulum swinging
+ Made it's wheels go.
+
+ Who not ask? No! foolish
+ Robert takes a stick,
+ Pokes and breaks the clock, which
+ Ceases soon to tick.
+
+ "Puff, puff," sighs the bellows.
+ Robert wants to find,
+ Yet he will not ask, whence
+ Comes it's stock of wind.
+
+ With a knife upripping,
+ Finds them void and flat.
+ Ah! be sure a whipping
+ Robert caught for that.
+
+
+ The Boy who Played with Fire
+
+ Listen about a naughty boy
+ Who might have been a parent's joy,
+ But that he had a strong desire
+ To always meddle with fire.
+
+ One day when his mamma went out,
+ She said "Mind, dear, what you're about:
+ With your nice books and playthings stay,
+ And with the fire, oh! do not play."
+
+ But as soon as his mamma was gone,
+ And this bad boy left all alone,
+ Thought he, "In spite of all ma says,
+ Now we'll have a glorious blaze.
+
+ "No one is by, 't is quickly done,
+ And oh! 't will be such famous fun."
+ Quick then about the hearth he strewed
+ Some scraps of paper and of wood.
+
+ Then lighted them and drew them out,
+ And with them, laughing, ran about.
+ But soon he changed his merry note--
+ The flames, alas, had caught his coat,
+ And every moment, mounting higher,
+ His body soon was all on fire;
+ And though he screamed with shriek and shout,
+ No one came near to put it out:
+ So it happened, sad to say,
+ That boy was burned to death that day.
+
+
+[Page 36]
+
+
+ Wicked Willie
+
+ Willie was a wicked boy,
+ Snubbed his poor old mother;
+ Willie was a dreadful boy,
+ Quarrelled with his brother;
+ Willie was a spiteful boy,
+ Often pinched his sister,
+ Once he gave her such a blow,
+ Raised a great big blister!
+
+ Willy was a sulky boy,
+ Sadly plagued his cousins,
+ Often broke folks' window panes,
+ Throwing stones by dozens,
+ Often worried little girls,
+ Bullied smaller boys,
+ Often broke their biggest dolls,
+ Jumped upon their toys.
+
+ If he smelled a smoking tart,
+ Willie longed to steal it;
+ If he saw a pulpy peach,
+ Willie tried to peel it;
+ Could he reach a new plum-cake,
+ Greedy Willie picked it,
+ If he spied a pot of jam,
+ Dirty Willie licked it.
+
+ If he saw a poor old dog,
+ Wicked Willie whacked it;
+ If it had a spot of white,
+ Silly Willy blacked it,
+ If he saw a sleeping cat,
+ Horrid Willie kicked it;
+ If he caught a pretty moth,
+ Cruel Willie pricked it.
+
+ If his pony would not trot,
+ Angry Willie thrashed it;
+ If he saw a clinging snail,
+ Thoughtless Willie smashed it;
+ If he found a sparrow's nest,
+ Unkind Willie hit it.
+ All the mischief ever done,
+ Folks knew Willie did it.
+
+ No one liked that horrid boy,
+ Can you wonder at it?
+ None who saw his ugly head,
+ Ever tried to pat it.
+ No one ever took him for a ride--
+ Folks too gladly skipped him.
+ No one ever gave him bats or balls,
+ No one ever "tipped" him.
+
+ No one taught him how to skate,
+ Or to play at cricket;
+ No one helped him if he stuck
+ In a prickly thicket.
+ Oh no! for the boys all said
+ Willie loved to tease them,
+ And that if he had the chance,
+ Willie would not please them.
+
+ And they shunned him every one,
+ And they would not know him,
+ And their games and picture-books
+ They would never show him,
+ And their tops they would not spin,
+ If they saw him near them,
+ And they treated him with scorn
+ Till he learned to fear them.
+
+ They all left him to himself,
+ And he was so lonely,
+ But of course it was his fault,
+ Willie's own fault only.
+ If a boy's a wicked boy,
+ Shy of him folks fight then,
+ If it makes him dull and sad,
+ Why, it serves him right then!
+
+
+[Illustration: Naughty Boy Covered In Mud.]
+
+ This is the Naughty Boy
+ who would go making Mud
+ Pies, and get his nice new
+ clothes all over mud.
+
+ He said he would be Good,
+ but he got into the mud,
+ and was a Naughty, Bad,
+ Bad Boy!!!
+
+
+ The Wicked, Rude, Bad, Naughty, Cross, Nasty, Bold, Dirty-faced Boy
+
+ Boys, stop your noise! Girls, stop your jumping and skipping!
+ While I tell you about a bad boy, who often deserves a whipping.
+ If this boy to you were named, to speak to him you'd feel ashamed,
+ So to-day I'll only say--He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross,
+nasty, bold, dirty-faced boy!
+
+ I won't tell you his age, nor the colour of his hair,
+ Nor say anything about the clothes he sometimes does wear;
+ You never see them neat and clean, and seldom without a tear,
+ Because--He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!
+
+ If he's sent on a message, such a long time he stops,
+ To pelt stones at Chinamen, and stare in the shops;
+ Running behind drays, and wastes time so many ways,
+ That when he gets home his mother says--
+ Oh you wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced
+boy!
+
+ If his mother gives him lolly, cake, piece of beef or mutton,
+ In a corner he'll eat it by himself, he's such a nasty, greedy
+glutton.
+ And he'll smug from his playmates a marble, top or button,
+ That scarcely any one can with him have any fun,
+ Because--He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!
+
+ He's been going to school for years, I can't tell you how long,
+ If you ask him to spell three words, two are sure to be wrong;
+ If you saw the dirty books and broken slate which to him belong,
+ You'd easily guess from such a mess that--
+ He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced
+boy!
+
+ You can't believe a word he says, he tells so many lies.
+ He's such a coward, he'll only hit a girl or boy much less than his
+size,
+ But if he gets a blow himself, he howls, bawls, yelps, and cries,
+ That anyone who sees him never tries to please him,
+ Because--He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!
+
+ He won't play any game without being always cheating,
+ I often wonder how he so many times escapes a beating,
+ And he never says grace before or after eating.
+ He's scarcely better in the least than a brute beast,
+ Because--He's a wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold,
+dirty-faced boy!
+
+ What school he goes to at present I won't tell,
+ But I mean to watch him, and if he don't mind and behave well,
+ I'll go to every school and ring a little bell,
+ I'll make a great noise, and show all the girls and boys
+ This wicked, rude, bad, naughty, cross, nasty, bold, dirty-faced
+boy!
+
+
+[Page 37]
+
+
+[Illustration: This is the Man who picked the Bad Boy out of the Mud.]
+
+
+ Little Chinkey Chow-Chow
+ (The Boy That Ran Away)
+
+ There was a little Chinese Boy,
+ That ran away from home--
+ "Ha! ha!" he said, "I'll see the world
+ And through the streets I'll roam.
+
+ "I won't go any more to school,
+ Or go so soon to bed,
+ Nor yet be scolded if I choose
+ To stand upon my head."
+
+ So little Chinkey ran away,
+ His tail flew in the wind;
+ He thought not of his good mamma
+ Who was so very kind:
+
+ He knew she could not follow him
+ Along the crowded street,
+ Because mammas in China have
+ Such very tiny feet.
+
+ Now, as he went along he saw
+ Such strange and lovely sights,
+ Such pretty painted houses--
+ Such tops! and oh! such kites!
+
+ He saw so many gilded toys,
+ and ivory things so white,
+ That he forgot about the time,
+ Until he found it night.
+
+ Ah! then he saw such fireworks!
+ They glistened in his eyes;
+ The crackers and the lanterns too
+ Quite took him by surprise.
+
+ He listened to the music of
+ The fiddle and the gong,
+ And felt that it was jolly, though
+ He knew that it was wrong.
+
+ But after that he began to think
+ Things were not so bright;
+ The men were going, and there came
+ The watchman of the night;
+
+ And sleep was stealing over him,
+ He scarce could lift his head,
+ So he lay on the cold, cold stones,
+ Which served him for a bed.
+
+ Little Chinkey Chow-Chow
+ Woke up with early light,
+ And wandered far away from where
+ He passed the dreary night;
+
+ He was so very worn and cold,
+ And sadly wanted food,
+ So he sat upon a well
+ In not a pleasant mood.
+
+ He saw the well was very deep,
+ The water too was clear,
+ And soon he saw a golden fish
+ That looked so very near.
+
+ He stretched his hand to catch the fish;
+ But oh! how sad to tell,
+ He tumbled over and he sank
+ To the bottom of the well.
+
+ Some other boys were playing there
+ And saw him disappear,
+ And ran along the road to see
+ If anyone was near.
+
+ A Great BIG Market Gardener,
+ Was soon upon the ground,
+ And caught our little Chinkey up,
+ Who soon would have been drowned.
+
+ The boys began to jeer at him,
+ For he was very wet;
+ They pulled his dripping tail, and called
+ Him names that I forget.
+
+ One took his wooden shoes away,
+ Another took his hat,
+ And someone said, "It serves him right,"
+ Now only think of that!
+
+ When little Chinkey ran away,
+ His tail flew in the wind;
+ But when our Chinkey turned again
+ His tail hung down behind.
+
+ He wandered past the painted shops,
+ Where they put up the tea,
+ And I am sure the boys at school
+ Were happier than he.
+
+ Poor Chinkey Chow was very tired,
+ And very sore his feet,
+ When his mother saw him from
+ The corner of a street.
+
+ She said he was a wicked boy,
+ And ought to have a smack!
+ And yet I think she loved him more
+ Because she'd got him back.
+
+ Now when I see a Chinaman,
+ And that is every day,
+ I wonder if he is, grown up,
+ The boy that ran away.
+
+ But what I still think most about
+ When I this story tell,
+ Is the GREAT BIG Market Gardener
+ That raised him from the well
+
+ _From Calvert's Australian Toy Books_
+
+
+[Page 38--Boy Land]
+
+
+ That Nice Boy
+
+"Nice child--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?"
+
+"None of your business," replied the youngster, taking aim at another
+passenger.
+
+"Fine boy," smiled the old man, as the parent regarded her offspring
+with pride. "A remarkably fine boy. What is your name, my son?"
+
+"Puddin' Tame!" shouted the youngster, with a giggle at his own wit.
+
+"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?"
+
+"You bet!" squealed the boy, delighted at the compliment. "See me
+take that old fellow over there!"
+
+"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."
+
+"Can't you hit the lady for the gentleman, Johnny?" asked the fond
+parent.
+
+Johnny cleverly landed the pellet on the end of the old woman's nose.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+
+ A Wicked Boy
+
+ Of all the small boys in our town
+ That Jones boy was the worst,
+ And if the "bad man" came around
+ He'd take that Jones boy first.
+
+ One day he slipped away from home
+ And went out for a skate
+ Down on a deep and dangerous pond
+ Beyond the garden gate.
+
+ His mother missed him after a while,
+ And thought he'd gone to skate;
+ And running to the fatal pond,
+ She found she was too late.
+
+ For there, upon the cruel ice,
+ Beyond an air-hole wide,
+ She saw his pretty little hat,
+ And a mitten by it's side.
+
+ He was her boy, and all the love
+ That fills a mother's heart
+ Came forth in tears and sobs and moans
+ Beyond the strength of art.
+
+ She called the neighbours quick to come,
+ They scraped along the ground;
+ Beneath the water and the ice--
+ The boy could no be found.
+
+ At last their search was given up
+ Until a thaw should come;
+ The mother's sobs began afresh,
+ Her sorrow was not dumb.
+
+ They turned to leave the fatal pool,
+ A voice came clear and free--
+ "Hallo! If you want Frankie Jones,
+ You'll find him up this tree."
+
+ And so it was--the mother's tears
+ Were changed to smiles of joy;
+ But gracious heaven, how she spanked
+ Her darling, fair-haired boy!
+
+ L'Envoi
+
+
+ Cooley's Boy
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+ "Leg go o' my hair! Leg go o' my hair, I tell you!"
+
+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:
+
+ "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.
+
+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.
+
+ Max Adeler
+
+
+[Illustration: Three White Boys Dressed in Sunday Best.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Three Black Boys Dressed in Sunday Best.]
+
+
+[Page 39--Boy Land]
+
+
+ Jack The Glutton
+
+ "Do look at those pigs, as they lay in the straw,"
+ Little Richard said to his papa;
+ "They keep eating longer than ever I saw,
+ What nasty fat gluttons they are!"
+
+ "I see they are feasting" his father replied,
+ "They eat a great deal I allow;
+ But let us remember, before we deride,
+ 'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.
+
+ "But when a great boy, such as you, my dear Dick,
+ Does nothing but eat all day
+ And keeps sucking things till he makes himself sick,
+ What a glutton! indeed, we may say.
+
+ "When plumcake and sugar forever he picks,
+ And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;
+ Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,
+ And then he may laugh at the pigs."
+
+
+ Tom the Dainty Boy
+
+ Never be dainty and throw food away;
+ 'Tis sinful, as you must have heard many say;
+ Besides, you yourself may require food some day,
+ Though well fed.
+
+ So don't smell your plate and turn over your food,
+ And doubt if it's wholesome, or pleasant, or good;
+ Such conduct is not only senseless,--but rude
+ And ill-bred.
+
+ There was a young boy, who so dainty became,
+ That whether his dinner was fish, flesh or game,
+ He turned up his nose at them all, just the same,
+ And would cry,
+
+ "I cannot eat this,"--and, "I do not like that;"--
+ "This chicken's too lean,"--and "That mutton's too fat;
+ The dog he may eat it up all, or the cat,
+ But not I.
+
+ The consequence was that he soon became thin;
+ His bones they stuck out, and his cheeks they sunk in,
+ And his hands were not stronger nor thicker than tin,
+ If so strong.
+
+ And his legs grew as slender as little hat-pegs,
+ And almost as small was his waist as his legs;
+ And he looked like the laths that are fastened round kegs,
+ Thin and long.
+
+ And thinner, and thinner, and thinner he grew,
+ A shadow had been rather fat, of the two;
+ In fact, you might easily look him right through,
+ If you tried.
+
+ And when he was quite the skeleton grown,
+ As weak as a reed, and as cold as a stone
+ He fell all to pieces, and with a faint groan,
+ So he died.
+
+
+ Boy that robbed the Bird's nest
+
+ "To-whit! To-whit! To-whee!
+ Will you listen to me?
+ Who stole four eggs I laid,
+ And the nice nest I made?"
+
+ "Not I," said the cow. "Oh, no;
+ Such a thing I'd never do;
+ I gave you a wisp of hay,
+ But didn't take your nest away."
+
+ "Coo, coo! said the dove,
+ I'll speak a word my love;
+ Who stole that pretty nest
+ From a little red-breast?"
+
+ "Not I," said the sheep. "Oh, no.
+ I wouldn't treat a poor bird so;
+ I gave wool the nest to line,
+ But the nest was none of mine."
+
+
+[Illustration: Boy Carried Away By Crows.]
+
+
+ "Caw! Caw!" cried the crow,
+ "I should like to know
+ What thief took away
+ A bird's nest to-day."
+
+ "Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen,
+ Don't ask me again!
+ Why I hav'nt a chick
+ Would do such a trick.
+
+ We all gave her a feather,
+ And she wove them together;
+ I'd scorn to intrude
+ On her and her brood."
+
+ "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr!
+ We will make a great stir;
+ Let us find out his name,
+ And all cry for shame!"
+
+ "I would not rob a bird,"
+ Said little Mary Green;
+ "I think I never heard
+ Of anything so mean."
+
+ "'Tis very cruel too,"
+ Said little Alice Neil:
+ "I wonder if he knew
+ How sad the bird would feel?"
+
+ A little boy hung down his head,
+ And hid his face, so crimson red;
+ For he stole that pretty nest
+ From little robin redbreast;
+ And he felt so full of shame,
+ I do not like to tell his name.
+
+ But during next week
+ Dressed in his Sunday best
+ This boy set out to seek
+ All for another nest.
+
+ He robbed a nest up high,
+ Suspended in a tree;
+ Two birds came through the sky,
+ What happened you can see.
+
+
+ Cruel Boy
+
+ What! go to see the kittens drowned
+ On purpose in the yard!
+ I did not think there could be found
+ A little heart so hard.
+
+ Poor kittens! No more pretty play
+ With pussy's wagging tail:
+ Why! I'd go far enough away
+ Before I'd see the pail.
+
+ Poor things! the little child that can
+ Be pleased to go and see,
+ Most likely, when he grows a man,
+ A cruel man will be.
+
+ And many a wicked thing he'll do
+ Because his heart is hard:
+ A great deal worse than killing you,
+ Poor kittens in the yard.
+
+
+ Tyrannical Pat
+
+ What became of tyrannical Pat,
+ Who pelted the dog, and beat the cat,
+ Why, puss scratched his face and tore his hat;
+ And Dash knocked him over as flat as a mat.
+ Mind that!
+
+
+ The little boy who bit his Nails
+
+ See here a naughty boy, John Thales,
+ Who had a shocking way
+ Of picking at his finger nails,
+ And biting them all day.
+ And though he had, like other boys,
+ Both soldiers, kites and drums,
+ He liked, much better than these toys,
+ His fingers and his thumbs.
+
+
+ Boy who tore his Hat
+
+ Above on a chair, a little boy sat,
+ For he had torn his nice new hat;
+ And so was punished for doing that.
+
+
+ Thief Charley
+
+ Charley, Charley, stole the barley
+ Out of the baker's shop;
+ The baker came out, and gave him a clout,
+ And made that Charley hop.
+
+
+[Page 40--Whipping Machine]
+
+
+[Illustration: Snooks' Patent Whipping Machine.]
+
+
+ Snook's Patent Whipping Machine for Flogging Naughty Boys in School
+"The Snooks' Whipping Machine has proved a total failure."
+ --"Times."
+
+
+ Declaration of a Distracted Schoolmaster.
+
+A year ago 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--a
+great authority on the management of boys--and he wrote as follows:
+
+ "Nearly all boys can be managed by an intelligent schoolmaster
+without punishment, but in a few cases it seems impossible to do
+without it. In every large school in England, Ireland, and Scotland
+some corporal punishment is used, and some must continue to be used
+as long as very vicious children continue to exist, or as long as
+parents spoil their children by over indulgence or by wilful
+criminal neglect before they send them to school.
+--Yours truly, Professor Wilderspin."
+
+I then wrote to twenty-seven of the principal headmasters in the
+world, and the following are the replies:--
+
+ From the High School of Eton wrote head-master, Mr. Squeers:
+ "If they don't behave as they should do, why, soundly box their
+ears."
+ From the Grammar School of Harrow wrote head-master, Mr. Phfool:
+ "If they do not behave themselves, expel them from the school."
+ From the Training School of Rugby wrote head-master, Mr Wist:
+ "Just take a handful of their hair, and give a sharp, short twist."
+ From the College School of Oxford wrote Professor Rarey Hook:
+ "Instead of nearly killing, overawe them with a look."
+ From the Bible School of Cambridge wrote Professor William Brying:
+ "Well whip them with a birchen rod, and never mind their crying."
+ From the Blue Coat School of London wrote Professor Rupert Gower:
+ "At arm's length make them hold a book the space of half-an-hour."
+ From the Naval School of Liverpool wrote head-master Mr. Jointer:
+ "Just rap them on the knuckles with a common teacher's pointer."
+ From the People's School of Manchester wrote head-master Mr.
+Flowers:
+ "Make them kneel down as still as death for just about two hours."
+ From the Infant School of Birmingham wrote Professor Dory Heller:
+ "Just put on them a fool's cap, marked 'dunce,' 'thief,' or
+'story-teller'."
+ From the Charity school of Sheffield wrote head-master, Mr. Clay:
+ "If the boys are disobedient, do not let them out to play."
+ From the Gentleman's School at Brighton wrote Professor Robert
+Flask:
+ "If the boys will act unruly, why, just make them do a task."
+ From the National School of Bristol wrote Professor Mark Groom:
+ "If the boys are extra naughty, shut them in a dark room."
+ From the District School of Edenburgh wrote head-master, Mr. Glass:
+ "The naughty boys should all be sent to the bottom of the class."
+ From the Mixed School of Glasgow wrote Professor Duncan Law:
+ "To keep a proper kind of school, just use the three-tailed taw."
+ From the Latin School of Dublin wrote Professor Patrick Clayrence:
+ "If the boys are very bad boys, write a letter to their parents."
+ From the Mission School, Calcutta, wrote the Rev. Mr. Mac Look:
+ "Try them by a boy jury, write the verdict in a black-book."
+ From the Lyceum of New York wrote Professor Henry Bothing:
+ "Take your delinquent boys one hour and make them sit on nothing."
+ From the Public School, Chicago, wrote head-master, Mr. Norrids:
+ "If they will not behave themselves, why, just you slap their
+foreheads."
+ From, the Academy of San Francisco wrote head-master, Mr. Power:
+ "Make them stoop and hold their fingers on the floor for just an
+hour."
+ From the Mormon School of Utah wrote Professor Orson Pratt:
+ "First strip and make them fast, and then just use the little cat."
+ From the King's College, Lisbon, wrote Professor Don Cassiers:
+ "If you want to make them good boys, pull, pinch, and twist their
+ears."
+ From the Cadet's School of Paris wrote Professor Monsieur Sour:
+ "Just make them hold their hands above their heads for one full
+hour."
+ From the Royal School of Amsterdam wrote Professor Vander Tooler:
+ "If they will not behave themselves, just trounce them with a
+ruler."
+ From the Model School of Pekin wrote Professor Cha Han Coo:
+ "Just put their hands into the stocks and beat with a bamboo."
+ From the Normal School of Moscow wrote Professor Ivan Troute:
+ "To make your boys the best of boys, why, just use the knout."
+ From the Muslim School of Cairo wrote the Mufti, Pasha Saido:
+ "Upon the bare soles of their feet give them the bastinado."
+ From the Common School of Berlin wrote Professor Von de Rind:
+ "There's nothing like the old, old way that ever could I find;
+ Just lay them right across your knee and cane them well behind.
+ I've only just been speaking mit mine goot frien', Doctor Whistim,
+ And he says that it does no harm, but is felt throughout the
+system."
+ At last, as I was thinking deep how puzzling all this looks,
+ I received a tempting offer from a certain Mr. Snooks.
+ His "great machine to whip with speed" I brought with flusteration,
+ But to see just how it did succeed you view the illustration.
+
+
+ And then look at "Professor Cole's Gentle Persuader." next page.
+
+
+[Page 41--Whipping Machine]
+
+
+[Illustration: Cole's Patent Whipping Machine.]
+
+
+ Cole's Patent Whipping Machine for Flogging Naughty Boys in School
+
+
+ Testimonial from a Schoolmaster
+ _(To Mr. Cole, Book Arcade, Melbourne)_
+
+ SIR--Your Patent Flogger is a "keen"
+ Success as a labor-saving machine;
+ 'Twill yet be held in great esteem,
+ Already 'tis the Poet's theme;
+ It's the greatest patent that's ever been
+ In or out of a schoolroom seen;
+ And as you have got it to go by steam,
+ School-life will now be all serene.
+
+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:--
+
+ John Hawking, for talking
+ William Winning, for grinning
+ George Highing, for crying
+ Edward Daring, for swearing
+ Henry Wheeling, for stealing
+ Peter Bitting, for spitting
+ Robert Hocking, for smoking
+ Frederick Mention, for inattention
+ Joseph Footing, for pea-shooting
+ Luke Jones, for throwing stones
+ Matthew Sauter, for squirting water
+ Nicholas Storms, for upsetting forms
+ Reuben Wrens, for spoiling pens
+ Samuel Jinks, for spilling ink
+ Simon McLeod, for laughing aloud
+ Timothy Stacies, for making faces
+ Victor Bloomers, for taking lunars
+ Vincent James, for calling names
+ Caleb Hales, for telling tales
+ Daniel Padley, for writing badly
+ David Jessons, for cribbing lessons
+ Edmond Gate, for coming late
+ Ezra Lopen, for leaving the door open
+ Edwin Druent, for playing the truant
+ Charles Case, for leaving his place
+ Ernest Jewell, for eating during school
+ Coo Ah Hi, for using a shanghai
+ Francis Berindo, for breaking a window
+ Harold Tate, for breaking his slate
+ Isaac Joys, for making noise
+ Jacob Crook, for tearing his book
+ Christopher Moyes, for teasing other boys
+ Elisha Sewell, for bolting from school
+ Conrad Draper, for throwing chewed paper
+ Ebenezer Good, for telling a falsehood
+ Felix Snooks, for coming without books
+ Cyril Froude, for speaking too loud
+ Elijah Rowe, for speaking too low
+ Gregory Meek, for refusing to speak
+ Hannibal Hartz, for throwing paper darts
+ Horace Poole, for whistling in school
+ Hubert Shore, for slamming the door
+ Jesse Blane, for hiding the cane
+ Jonah Platts, for hiding boys' hats
+ Aaron Esk, for cutting the desk
+ Abner Rule, for sleeping in school
+ Adam Street, for changing his seat
+ Albert Mayne, for splitting the teacher's cane
+ Alexander Tressons, for reading during other lessons
+ Alfred Hoole, for eating lollies in school
+ Ambrose Hooke, for blotting his copy-book
+ Amos Blair, for not combing his hair
+ Andrew Grace, for not washing his face
+ Anthony Sands, for not washing his hands
+ Arnold Cootz, for coming in with dirty boots
+ Benjamin Guess, for coming with untidy dress
+ Clarence Hyneman, for annoying a stray Chinaman
+ Michael McToole, for bringing stones to school
+ Cuthbert Flindow, for climbing through the window
+ Edgar Gasking, for going without asking
+ Eric Grout, for kicking boys' hats about
+ Enoch McKay, for pinching the next boy
+ Gabriel Cook, for tearing a boy's book
+ Hyram Pope, for pulling the bell rope
+ Humphrey Proof, for getting on the roof
+ Jonah Earls, for chasing school-girls
+ Jonathan Spence, for climbing over the fence
+ Phillip Cannister, for sliding down the bannister
+ Lambert Hesk, for sliding on a desk
+ Lawrence Storm, for standing on a form
+ Lazarus Beet, for stamping with his feet
+ Leopold Bate, for swinging on the gate
+ Lewis Lesks, for kicking legs of desks
+ Mark Vine, for overstepping the toe-line
+ Nathan Corder, for not marching in order
+ Norman Hall, for scribbling on the wall
+ James Mace, for hitting a boy in the face
+ Thomas Sayers, for pushing boys down the stairs
+ Oswald Hook, for losing a school-book
+ Ralph Chesson, for not knowing his lesson
+ Sampson Skinner, for eating another boy's dinner
+ Solomon Brook, for scribbling in his book
+ Stephen Platt, for chasing the master's cat
+ Neal M'Kimney, dropping a brick down the chimney
+ Theodore Le Soof, for throwing stones on the roof
+ Valentine Rapp, for turning on the water-tap
+ Walter Hope, for climbing up the bell-rope
+ Joshua Gail, for catching flies on the wall
+ Raymond Esk, for sticking pins in the desk
+ Julian State, for drawing pictures on his slate
+ Gerald Astor, for being impudent to the master
+ Augustus Roff, for not taking his hat off
+ Rupert Keats, for fixing pens in boys' seats
+ Maurice Took, for having a dirty copybook
+ Esau Klaster, for drawing caricatures of the master
+ Paul Bhool, for letting a bird loose in school
+ Jabez Breeding, for not knowing the place at reading
+ Levi Stout, for stopping too long when let out
+ Guy M'Gill, sharpening a knife on the window-sill
+ Duncan Heather, pinning two boys' coat-tails together
+ Ezekiel Black, pinning paper on another boy's back
+ Patrick O'Toole, for bursting a paper-bag in school
+ Eli Teet, for putting cobbler's wax on master's seat
+
+
+[Page 42--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl Showing Dolly to Polly.]
+
+
+ My Lady Doll
+
+ My Lady-doll is pretty,
+ My Lady-doll is sweet;
+ I like to show my Lady-doll
+ To every one I meet
+
+
+ My Sweet Dolly Rose
+
+ O sweet, so sweet,
+ Is my Dolly Rose!
+ Just all that I know
+ My Dolly knows;
+ And when I am glad
+ The darling is glad
+ And when I am sad
+ The darling is sad.
+ How dear she is,
+ O, nobody knows,
+ No, no, not even
+ My precious Rose
+
+
+ Polly's Dolly
+
+ Shining eyes, very blue,
+ Opened very wide;
+ Yellow curls, very stiff,
+ Hanging side by side;
+ Chubby cheeks, very pink,
+ Lips red as holly;
+ No ears, and only thumbs--
+ That's Polly's Dolly.
+
+
+ Pretty Doll
+
+ Oh dear! what a beautiful doll
+ My sister has bought at the fair
+ She says I must call it Miss Poll,
+ And make it a bonnet to wear.
+
+ Oh pretty new doll, it looks fine!
+ It's cheeks are all covered with red.
+ But pray will it always be mine?
+ And please may I take it to bed?
+
+ How kind was my sister to buy
+ This dolly with hair that will curl;
+ Perhaps, if you want to know why,
+ It's because I've been a good girl.
+
+ POEMS FOR CHILDREN
+
+
+[Illustration: Puss with Doll.]
+
+
+ Puss's Doll
+
+ Now Puss had a doll
+ That Dame Trot bought to please her,
+ And gave it the beautiful
+ Name of Louisa
+ And when Kitty was lonesome
+ Or wanted to play,
+ She'd cry for Loo! Loo!
+ In a comical way.
+
+ The dolly was petted,
+ Was kissed and caressed,
+ Though often quite roughly
+ It must be confessed
+ And so pleased was Miss Puss
+ With Louisa's fair charms,
+ She took her cat's meat,
+ With the doll in her arms
+
+
+[Illustration: Pussy and Doggy Fighting for Dolly.]
+
+
+ Pussy and Doggy Fighting for Dolly
+
+ And once, I remember,
+ Oh, sad was the day,
+ The cat answered back
+ In an impudent way.
+ And tray was so jealous,
+ The two had a fight,
+ And between them the doll
+ Was a terrible fright
+
+
+[Page 43--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Dolly Tumbled out of Bed.]
+
+
+ Dolly Tumbled out of Bed
+
+ 'Tis very well to smile--now,
+ But you gave me such a fright,
+ When I missed you, darling Dolly,
+ In the middle of the night.
+
+ I thought we played together,
+ And you fell into a stream;
+ Yet I said--just half awaking--
+ "'Tis nothing but a dream.
+
+ "For safe upon my pillow
+ Lies her curly golden hair,"
+ Then I reached my hand to touch you,
+ But I couldn't find you there.
+
+ I felt so sad and lonely
+ That I cried, but all in vain;
+ So to see if I could find you,
+ I went off to sleep again.
+
+ Now, fancy! in the morning
+ There you were, all safe and right;
+ And nurse said, "Here's poor Dolly,
+ Been upon the floor all night!"
+
+ Your pretty curls are tangled,
+ They were so nice and smooth before;
+ So promise, Dolly darling,
+ You will tumble out no more!
+
+
+ Dolly and I
+
+ I love my dear dolly;
+ I'll tell you her name,
+ I called her "Sweet Polly"
+ The day that she came.
+
+ My Uncle John brought her
+ From over the sea;
+ And no one shall part us,
+ My dolly and me.
+
+ She has cheeks like red roses,
+ And eyes blue and bright,
+ That open with daylight,
+ And close with the night.
+
+ She cries, and says, "Mam-ma,
+ Mam-mam-ma," so well,
+ That it is not a baby
+ You scarcely can tell.
+
+ You know, I'm her own ma;
+ A small one, you'll say,
+ But just right for dolly,
+ Who wants nought but play.
+
+ No teaching, no training,
+ Few clothes and no food;
+ And I like being her ma,
+ Because she's so good.
+
+
+ Dolly's Broken Arm
+
+ Mamma, do send for Doctor Man,
+ And tell him to be quick,
+ My dolly fell and broke her arm,
+ So she is very sick.
+
+ I thought that she was fast asleep,
+ And laid her on her bed,
+ But down she dropped upon the floor;
+ O dear! she's almost dead!
+
+ Poor dolly! she was just as brave,
+ And did not cry at all;
+ Do you suppose she ever can
+ Get over such a fall?
+
+ But when the doctor mends her arm,
+ And wraps it up so tight,
+ Then I will be her little nurse,
+ And watch her all the night.
+
+ And if she only will get well,
+ And does not lose her arm,
+ I'll never let her fall again,
+ Nor suffer any harm.
+
+
+ Little Polly
+
+ Little Polly,
+ Had a dolly,
+ With a curly wig;
+ And Miss Polly
+ And her dolly,
+ Often danced a jig.
+
+ Also Polly
+ had a collie,
+ A fine dog was he;
+ Blithe and jolly,
+ Jumped round Polly,
+ Barking loud with glee.
+
+ One day Polly
+ Knocked her dolly,
+ Broke its pretty head.
+ "Oh, fie, Polly!
+ Don't hurt dolly,"
+ Said her brother Ned.
+
+ Then did Polly
+ Take up Dolly,
+ Throw it on the floor.
+ Said Miss Polly,
+ In her folly
+ "I will play no more."
+
+ Up ran collie,
+ Seized poor dolly,
+ Ran off to a friend.
+ Friend helped collie
+ To tear up dolly--
+ That was poor dolly's end.
+
+
+[Illustration: Reading Dolly Land.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Two Dollies Getting Up.]
+
+
+[Page 44--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl with Dolly.]
+
+
+ A Little Girl's Song to Her Dolly
+
+ Lie down, little Dolly.
+ Lie still on my lap,
+ It's time now to put on
+ Your night dress and cap;
+ You have not been to sleep
+ All through this long day
+ Oh, what a long time
+ For a Dolly to play!
+
+ The bright sun went down
+ More than two hours ago;
+ It is long past your bedtime,
+ You very well know:
+ The stars are now peeping
+ From out the blue skies;
+ Then go to sleep, Dolly!
+ Come, shut your blue eyes.
+
+ Mamma says the flowers
+ Were asleep long ago--
+ Sweet roses and lilies,
+ Their heads bending low;
+ She says 'tis a lesson
+ For me and for you--
+ That children and dollies
+ Should be asleep too.
+
+ Hark! Susan is calling--
+ Now out goes the light;
+ I will tug you up snugly,
+ And kiss you good night.
+ It is time you were sleeping
+ For do you not know
+ The dear little birds
+ Went to sleep long ago?
+
+
+ Don't Cry My Dolly
+
+ Hushy, baby, my dolly,
+ I pray you don't cry,
+ And I'll give you some bread
+ And some milk by and by;
+ Or perhaps you like custard,
+ Or maybe a tart,--
+ Then to either you're welcome,
+ With all my whole heart.
+
+
+ The Little Girl and Her Doll
+
+ There, got to sleep, Dolly,
+ In own mother's lap,
+ I've put on your nightgown
+ And neat little cap.
+ So sleep, pretty baby,
+ And shut up your eye,
+ Bye-bye, little Dolly,
+ Lie still, and bye-bye.
+ I'll lay my clean handkerchief
+ Over your head,
+ And then make believe
+ That my lap is your bed;
+ So hush, little dear,
+ And be sure you don't cry.
+ Bye-bye, little Dolly,
+ Lie still, and bye-bye.
+
+ There, now it is morning
+ And time to get up,
+ And I'll give you some milk
+ In my doll's china cup.
+ So wake up, little baby
+ And open your eye,
+ For I think it high time
+ To have done with bye-bye.
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+ Sleep, Dolly Sleep
+
+ Sleep, Dolly, sleep.
+ You must not, must not weep.
+ Now close your eyes so brown,
+ And let me lay you down.
+ Sleep, Dolly, sleep.
+ Wake, Dolly, wake,
+ Too long a nap you take;
+ It's time to make the tea,
+ And you must help, you see.
+ Wake, Dolly, wake.
+ Run, Dolly, run,
+ Run out in golden sun;
+ Run up the hill with me,
+ And then to the apple-tree.
+ Run, Dolly, run.
+
+ Mrs Hibbert
+
+
+ My Dolly
+
+ Shut your eyes, my darling!
+ When the shadows creep,
+ When the flowers are closing
+ Little ones must sleep.
+
+ Don't be frightened, Dolly!
+ In my arms you lie;
+ Nestle down and slumber
+ To my lullaby
+
+ Dolly is so active,
+ Always full of fun,
+ Wakeful still and smiling
+ E'en when day is done
+
+ Hush thee now, my dearest,
+ To my slumber-song;
+ Children lose their roses,
+ Sitting up too long.
+
+
+ My Dolly
+
+ I must go home to dolly,
+ And put her to bed;
+ I know she's so tired,
+ She can't raise her head.
+
+ Some dolls are so old,
+ They can sit up till eight,
+ But mine gets quite ill
+ If she stays up so late!
+
+
+ Dolly's Asleep
+
+ Tell me a story
+ Just one, mother dear.
+ Candles are coming
+ Bedtime is near
+ There is my hand to hold
+ Bend down your head,
+ Don't speak too loud, mother,
+ Dolly's in bed
+
+ No! not the story
+ Of old Jack and Jill
+ They were so stupid
+ To tumble down the hill.
+ I'm tired of Jack Horner
+ And Little Bo-peep.--
+ Stay! let me see
+ If Dolly's asleep.
+
+ Hush, Dolly darling!
+ I'm watching, you know
+ No one shall hurt you;
+ I will not go.
+ You are so warm,--
+ Like a bird in it's nest.
+ Go to sleep, darling,--
+ Rest, Dolly, rest.
+
+ Ah! there is Mary
+ Just come in with a light:
+ Now there is no time
+ For a story to-night,
+ Please make the boys, mother,
+ Mind how they tread.
+ Their boots are so heavy,
+ And--Dolly's in bed.
+
+ Good night, dear mother!
+ Ask papa, please,
+ When he comes home,
+ Not to cough or to sneeze
+ Give me your hand, Mary
+ Hush! softly creep;
+ We must not wake her,--
+ Dolly's asleep.
+
+ If at all restless
+ Or wakeful she seems,
+ Don't be to anxious;
+ I fancy she dreams.
+ Say to her softly,
+ Just shaking your head;
+ "Go to sleep, Dolly,--
+ Adie's in bed."
+
+
+[Illustration: HUSH! (Dolls are sleeping.)]
+
+
+[Page 45--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl with Doll.]
+
+
+ Lost Dolly
+
+ The sunflowers hang their heavy heads
+ And wish the sun would shine;
+ The clouds are grey; the wind is cold.
+ "Where is that doll of mine?
+ The dark is coming fast," said she.
+ "I'm in a dreadful fright.
+ I don't know where I left my doll,
+ And she'll be out all night
+
+ "Twice up and down the garden-walks
+ I looked; but she's not there,
+ Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay;
+ I've hunted everywhere.
+ I must have left her out of doors,
+ But she is not in sight.
+ No Dolly in the summer-house,
+ And she'll be out all night.
+
+ "The dew will wet her through and through
+ And spoil her dear best dress;
+ And she will wonder where I am
+ And be in such distress;
+ The dogs may find her in the grass,
+ And bark or even bite;
+ And all the bats will frighten her
+ That fly about at night.
+
+ "I've not been down into the woods
+ Or by the brook to-day.
+ I'm sure I had her in my arms
+ When I came out to play,
+ Just after dinner; then I know,
+ I watched Tom make his kite.
+ Will anybody steal my doll
+ If she stays out all night.
+
+ "I wonder where Papa has gone?
+ Why, here he comes; and see
+ He's bringing something in his hand;
+ That's Dolly certainly!
+ And so you found her in the chaise,
+ And brought her home all right?
+ I'll take her to the baby-house.
+ I'm glad she's home tonight."
+
+ Sarah O. Jewett
+
+
+ Talking To Dolly
+
+ Well, Dolly, what are you saying,
+ When you blink and wink your eyes?
+ I'm sure your thoughts are straying,
+ For you look so very wise.
+
+ I wonder what you think about,
+ And why you never talk,
+ And how it is you never shout,
+ And never try to walk!
+
+ I wonder if you're ever sad,
+ And if you ever weep;
+ I wonder if you're ever glad
+ When I rock you off to sleep.
+
+ I wonder if you love me well--
+ As well as I love you.
+ I do so wish you'd try and tell;
+ Come, Dolly, darling, do!
+
+
+ Darling Dolly
+
+ Darling Dolly's house shall be
+ High as lofty apple-tree;
+ It shall have a door inlaid,
+ Of the sweetest light and shade.
+
+ It shall have for pictures fair
+ Fancies that are rich and rare;
+ It shall have a golden roof,
+ And tapestry with stars for woof.
+
+ And it shall have a dome of blue
+ With the moonlight streaming through,
+ And stately pillars, straight as firs,
+ Bending to each wind that stirs.
+
+ Darling Dolly's house shall be
+ High as a lofty apple-tree;
+ It shall have a door inlaid,
+ Of the sweetest light and shade.
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl Showing Doll to Another Girl.]
+
+
+ Sour Grapes
+
+ "Such a doll! I wouldn't have it,
+ With its trailing baby dress!
+ Pooh! a dolly twice as handsome
+ I could have for asking, Bess.
+ Needn't ask me if it's pretty,
+ No, I do not care to wait,
+ I am in an awful hurry,
+ If you keep me, I'll be late."
+
+ Off went Nannie, proud lip curling,
+ Head uplifted in disdain,
+ Bessie hugged her dolly closely,
+ Laughing over truth so plain.
+ "Nan was envious, Dolly darling,
+ 'Twasn't aught of wrong in you,
+ But the trouble lay in Nannie,
+ She would like to own you too."
+
+
+[Illustration: My Dolly House.]
+
+
+[Page 46--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Oh, you Naughty Dog to Bite my Dolly.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Boo! Boo! Boo! He has Swallowed my Dolly.]
+
+
+ Ten Little Dollies
+
+ Ten little dollies
+ Standing in a line,
+ One tumbled down,
+ And then there were nine.
+
+ Nine little dollies
+ Sitting up so late,
+ One went to sleep
+ Then there were eight.
+
+ Eight little dollies--
+ All their ages even,
+ One grew up tall
+ And then there were seven.
+
+ Seven little dollies,
+ Full of funny tricks,
+ One snapt her head off
+ Then there were six.
+
+ Six little dollies--
+ Looked almost alive,
+ One lost her "pin-back,"
+ Then there were five.
+
+ Five little dollies,
+ Walking by a door,
+ One got her nose pinched,
+ Then there were four.
+
+ Four little dollies
+ On their mamma's knee,
+ One cried her eyes out,
+ Then there were three.
+
+ Three little dollies,
+ Didn't know what to do,
+ One tore her bows off,
+ Then there were two.
+
+ Two little dollies,
+ Very fond of fun,
+ One melts her nose off,
+ Then there was one.
+
+ One little dolly,
+ Living all alone,
+ Died broken-hearted,
+ Then there were none.
+
+
+[Illustration: Teaching Dolly ABC.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Kissing after a Doll Quarrel.]
+
+
+[Page 47--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Washing Dolly's Clothes.]
+
+
+ My Week
+
+ On Monday I wash my dollies' clothes,
+ On Tuesday smoothly press 'em,
+ On Wednesday mend their little hose,
+ On Thursday neatly dress 'em.
+
+ On Friday I play they're taken ill,
+ On Saturday something or other;
+ But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still,
+ I'm going to church with mother."
+
+
+[Illustration: Giving Dolly a Bath.]
+
+
+ Dirty Dolly
+
+ Naughty Miss Dolly played out in the mud,
+ And got all her clothes quite black;
+ And now such a rubbing, and scrubbing and tubbing
+ As we have to give them, good lack!
+
+ 'Tis hard to be mothers and laundresses too,
+ And nurses and cooks beside.
+ Grown people don't know all we chicks have to do,
+ For how can they tell till they've tried?
+
+
+ Washing Day Troubles
+
+ I know a little girl who tried,
+ To wash her dolly's clothes, one day,
+ In Bridget's great, big tub, and cried
+ Because mamma sent her away
+
+ To find her own small dolly-tub,
+ More fit for little girls to use.
+ But naughty Sally shook her head
+ And all suggestions did refuse.
+
+ And when she found herself alone,
+ She went to Bridget's tub again,
+ But, as is sure to be the case,
+ Her disobedience brought her pain.
+
+ For, what do you think? she tumbled in,
+ And gave herself an awful fright,
+ And no one pitied her; in fact,
+ They all laughed at her in her plight.
+
+
+ Washing Dolly
+
+ Miss Mary standing at the tub
+ Giving dolly a thorough scrub.
+ Trying to make her nice and sweet
+ Before she dresses for the street.
+ If health an happiness you'd glean
+ Remember always to keep clean.
+
+
+ Doll Rosy's Bath
+
+ 'Tis time Doll Rosy had a bath,
+ And she'll be good, I hope;
+ She likes the water well enough,
+ But she doesn't like the soap.
+
+ Now soft I'll rub her with a sponge,
+ Her eyes and nose and ears,
+ And splash her fingers in the bowl
+ And never mind the tears.
+
+ There now--oh, my! what have I done?
+ I've washed the skin off--see!
+ Her pretty pink and white are gone
+ Entirely! oh, dear me!
+
+
+ The New Tea-Things
+
+ Come, Dolly, come quick,
+ For I want you to see
+ The present mamma
+ Has just given to me;
+ A set of new tea-things
+ That really hold tea.
+
+ A dear little teapot
+ To keep the tea hot,
+ And tiny white cups
+ With a pretty blue spot,
+ And a glass sugar-basin.
+ How nice, is it not?
+
+ And I am to use them
+ This same afternoon;
+ So Dolly I'll give you
+ Some tea very soon
+ In a little white cup,
+ With a saucer and spoon.
+
+
+[Illustration: Tea With Dolls.]
+
+
+[Page 48--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Sewing Doll Clothes.]
+
+
+ Doll Dress-making
+
+ Making Dolly's dresses,
+ Don't you think it's fun?
+ Here is one already,
+ That I've just begun
+
+ Oh, how many stitches!
+ And such a tangly thread!
+ When I pricked my finger
+ I just guess it bled
+
+ There! the needle's broken--
+ Bending all about--
+ That's a sign my dolly'll
+ Wear the dresses out
+
+ Youth's Companion
+
+
+ Dolly Town
+
+ Have you ever been down to Dolly Town?
+ The sight would do you good
+ There the dollies walk,
+ And the dollies talk,
+ And they ride about
+ In a grand turn-out,
+ With a coachman thin
+ Who is made of tin,
+ And a footman made of wood
+
+ There are very fine houses in Dolly Town,
+ Red, and green and blue;
+ And a doctor, too,
+ Who has much to do,
+ Just to mend their toes
+ And their arms and nose,
+ When they tumble down
+ And crack their crown
+ And the stuff they take is glue
+
+ But the finest sight in Dolly Town
+ That place to children dear--
+ Is no dolly at all,
+ Though so neat and small
+ If you've time to spare,
+ Go on tiptoe there,
+ See the pretty girl, the rose, the pearl,
+ Who is Queen of Dolly Town
+
+
+ My Little Doll Rose
+
+ I have a little doll,
+ I take care of her clothes
+ She has soft flaxen hair,
+ And her name is Rose
+
+ She has pretty blue eyes,
+ And a very small nose,
+ And a cunning little mouth,
+ And her name is Rose
+
+ I have a little sofa
+ Where my dolly may repose,
+ Or sit up like a lady;
+ And her name is Rose
+
+ My doll can move her arms,
+ And can stand upon her toes,
+ She can make a pretty curtsey
+ My dear little Rose
+
+ How old is your dolly?
+ Very young I suppose,
+ For she cannot go alone,
+ My pretty little Rose
+
+ Indeed I cannot tell
+ In poetry or prose
+ How beautiful she is,
+ My darling little Rose.
+
+ E. Follen
+
+
+ Sewing For Dolly
+
+ Such a busy little mother!
+ Such a pretty little "child"!
+ Did you ever see a dolly
+ With a face more sweet and mild?
+
+ Such a comfort to her mother,
+ Who is busy all the day,
+ And who never finds a moment
+ With her little girl to play
+
+ There are dresses to be altered,
+ There are aprons to be made,
+ "For my child in wardrobe matters
+ Must not be thrown in shade"
+
+ Says the busy little mother,
+ As she clips and works away,
+ And a brand new dress for Dolly
+ Will be made this very day
+
+
+ The Lost Doll
+
+ I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
+ The prettiest doll in the world;
+ Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
+ And her hair was so charmingly curled.
+
+ But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
+ As I played in the heath one day;
+ I cried for her more than a week, dears,
+ But I could never find where she lay.
+
+ Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
+ For her paint is all washed away,
+ And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
+ And her hair is not the least bit curled;
+ Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears,
+ The prettiest doll in the world.
+
+ Charles Kingsley
+
+
+ Dolly's Patchwork Counterpane
+
+ Oh, Mary, see what the nurse has found,
+ Such store of pieces in my box!
+ Some green, and some with lilac ground.
+ They'll make such lovely blocks
+
+ She says she'll teach me how to make
+ A counterpane for Dolly's bed,
+ This lovely piece I first will take,
+ With sprays of roses white and red
+
+ And thin this piece with purple spots
+ Will look so pretty next to that!
+ I'll keep my cotton free from knots,
+ And make my stitches neat and flat
+
+ And "when I've finished it," she says
+ She'll line it with a square of white.
+ Oh, Dolly dear! your little bed
+ Will be a most enchanting sight!
+
+
+ The Wooden Doll
+
+ I'm but a wooden doll,
+ Have neither wit nor grace;
+ And very clumsy in my joints
+ And yet I know my place.
+
+ Most people laugh at a wooden doll,
+ And wooden I may be,
+ But little children love me much
+ And that's enough for me.
+
+ When I am dressed in fine long clothes,
+ In fur, and silk, and lace,
+ I think myself I'm not so bad
+ And yet I know my place.
+
+ Let people laugh--I know I'm wood:
+ Wax I can never be;
+ But little children think I'm grand--
+ That's quite enough for me.
+
+
+ Buy My Dolls
+
+ Come buy my dolls, my pretty dolls:
+ Come buy my dolls, I pray:
+ I've such a heap,
+ And I sell so cheap,
+ I almost give them away.
+
+ I've waxen dolls, and china dolls,
+ And dollies made of gum,
+ Some are small,
+ And some are tall,
+ Some talk and some are dumb.
+
+ Bald head dolls, and dolls with hair,
+ All beauties in their way--
+ So very nice,
+ So low in price,
+ Please buy my dolls to-day.
+
+ Laughing dolls, and crying dolls;
+ Dolls of various ages,
+ Infant dolls,
+ And lady dolls,
+ Dolls in all the stages.
+
+ Go where you may, you will not find
+ Such bargains as are these
+ Make my heart light,
+ Buy them to night,
+ To grace your Christmas trees.
+
+
+[Illustration: Finishing Dolls.]
+
+
+[Page 49--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Doctor Charlie and His Patient.]
+
+
+ Doctor Charlie and His Patient
+
+ Run for the doctor!
+ Dolly's very sick!
+ Mary, you'll have to go,
+ I cannot leave her;
+ Tell him to pack his bottles
+ And come quick;
+ I think she has got
+ A very dangerous fever."
+
+ In stalks a hat and cane;
+ If you look close,
+ You'll see Doctor Charlie,
+ Somewhere under;
+ He takes a pinch of snuff
+ And blows his nose,
+ While poor sick Dolly
+ Seems to stare in wonder.
+
+ He feels her pules, he
+ Gravely shakes his head:
+ His hat dropped o'er his eyes
+ With the shake he gave it;
+ He says poor dolly
+ Must be put to bed
+ And have her head shaved--
+ He, in fact, will shave it.
+
+ Poor mamma sober looks,
+ But says at once
+ That "Dolly's head shall
+ Not be shaved! I guess not!
+ Her hair would never grow
+ Again, you dunce!"
+ "It shall!" "It shan't!"
+ "She'll die then, if it's not!"
+
+ But Mary, ere the quarrel
+ Gets too grave
+ (Already in her hand
+ A bowl of gruel),
+ Says, "Don't you know
+ That doctors do not shave?
+ And then besides,
+ It really would be cruel!"
+
+ "I'll give her pills, then,
+ When she's safe in bed,
+ Plenty and sweet--of sugar
+ I will make them;
+ As dolly cannot eat,
+ 'Twill do instead
+ For you and me and
+ Mary here to take them."
+
+
+ Dollies' Broken Noses
+
+ Two little babies
+ In carriages two,
+ Two little nurses
+ With duty to do.
+
+ Both little nurses
+ Were careful at first,
+ Soon both grew careless--
+ Which was the worst.
+
+ O what a pitiful
+ Wail from the street!
+ One broken rail
+ Trips four little feet.
+
+ Over went carriages,
+ Babies and all,
+ And two china noses
+ Were cracked in the fall.
+
+
+ The Soldier Dolly
+
+ There once was a sweet tiny maiden,
+ A wee little woman of four,
+ Who scarce could reach up to the table,
+ Or open the nursery door;
+
+ And this poor little maid, she was crying--
+ Her dolly had such a fall!
+ Yes there on the ground he was lying--
+ Her darling, the best of them all.
+
+ This dolly had been a brave soldier,
+ With uniform, sabre, and all,
+ And worshipp'd a doll in the doll's-house,
+ That stood by the side of the wall.
+
+ She was only a poor tiny maiden,
+ A wee little woman of four,
+ And she sat with her heart nearly breaking,
+ With the doll in her lap on the floor.
+
+ And the poor, tiny, sorrowful maiden,
+ The wee little woman of four,
+ Now lies with her dead soldier dolly,
+ Asleep on the nursery floor.
+
+
+ The Dead Doll
+
+ You needn't be trying to comfort me--
+ I tell you my dolly is dead!
+ There's no use saying she isn't--
+ With a crack like that on her head.
+ It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt
+ Much to have my tooth out that day.
+ And then when they most pulled
+ My head off, you hadn't a word to say.
+
+ And I guess you must think I'm a baby,
+ When you say you can mend it with glue!
+ As if I didn't know better than that!
+ Why, just suppose it was you?
+ You might make her look all mended--
+ But what do I care for looks?
+ Why, glue's for chairs and tables,
+ And toys, and the backs of books!
+
+ My dolly! my own little daughter!
+ Oh, but it's the awfullest crack!
+ It just makes me sick to think of the sound
+ When her poor head went whack
+ Against this horrible brass thing
+ That holds up the little shelf.
+ Now, Nursey, what makes you remind me?
+ I know that I did it myself?
+
+ I think you must be crazy--
+ You'll get her another head!
+ What good would forty heads do her?
+ I tell you my dolly is dead!
+ And to think that I hadn't quite finished
+ Her elegant New Year's hat!
+ And I took a sweet ribbon of hers
+ List night to tie on that horrid cat!
+
+ When my mamma gave me that ribbon--
+ I was playing out in the yard--
+ She said to me most expressly:
+ "Here's a ribbon for Hildegarde."
+ And I went and put it on Tabby,
+ And Hildegarde saw me do it;
+ But I said to myself, "Oh, never mind,
+ I don't believe she knew it!"
+
+ But I know that she knew it now,
+ And I just believe, I do,
+ That her poor little heart was broken,
+ And so her head broke too.
+ Oh, my baby! my little baby!
+ I wish my head had been hit!
+ For I've hit it over and over,
+ And it hasn't cracked a bit.
+
+ But since the darling is dead,
+ She'll want to be buried of course;
+ We will take my little wagon, Nurse,
+ And you shall be the horse;
+ And I'll walk behind and cry;
+ And we'll put her in this--you see,
+ This dear little box--and we'll bury
+ Them under the maple tree.
+
+ And papa will make a tombstone,
+ Like the one he made for my bird;
+ And he'll put what I tell him on it--
+ Yes, every single word!
+ I shall say: "Here lies Hildegarde,
+ A beautiful doll that is dead;
+ She died of a broken heart,
+ And a dreadful crack in her head."
+
+ Margaret Vandegrift
+
+
+ Dolly's Doctor
+
+ Dolly, my darling, is dreadfully sick;
+ Oh, dear! what shall I do?
+ Despatch to the doctor a telephone quick
+ To bring her a remedy new.
+
+ Hush! that is the doctor's tap! tap! tap!
+ Don't make such a terrible noise--
+ Don't you see how the darling lies still on my lap,
+ And never looks up at you boys!
+
+ Come, doctor, and tell me now just what you think
+ Would be best for my darling so sweet.
+ 'Give dolly a bucket of water to drink,
+ In a bowl of hot gruel put her feet.'
+
+
+[Illustration: Giving Sick Dolly Medicine.]
+
+
+[Page 50--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Dollies Courting.]
+
+
+ Christening Dolly
+
+ See, this is my Christmas dolly,
+ Two weeks ago she came;
+ And, oh! the trouble I have had
+ To find a pretty name.
+
+ At first I thought of Marguerite--
+ A French name, meaning "pearl"--
+ But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff
+ For such a graceful girl."
+
+ And then I mentioned, one by one,
+ Susanna, Ruth, and Poll,
+ "But they are too old-fashioned names
+ Said Nell, "to suit your doll."
+
+ So the next day I got a great big book,
+ And searched it through and through,
+ Then shook my head and sadly said:
+ "There's not one name will do."
+
+ My brother Tom was sitting near,
+ He raised his eyes and smiled;
+ "Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said,
+ "Suppose I name your child."
+
+ "Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried,
+ And then I hugged him, so; (hugging her doll.)
+ "We'll play you are the parson
+ That christens folks, you know."
+
+ So then, he took her in his arms
+ And solemnly and slow
+ He said: "This baby's name shall be
+ Miss Josephine, or Jo."
+
+ And there, before I knew it,
+ My baby had a name;
+ And what I like about it, is,
+ That mine is just the same.
+
+ E.C. and J.T. Rook
+
+
+ The Dollies Visit
+
+ Three little girls brought each a doll,
+ To pass an afternoon;
+ The dresses all were soon displayed,
+ Their bangles made a tune;
+ And when they parted to go home,
+ One young girl shrewdly said:
+ "Our dollies have behaved real nice--
+ They have no scandal spread."
+ W.
+
+
+ The Little Girl Over The Way
+
+ Whenever I'm tired of reading,
+ Or lonely in my play,
+ I come to the window here, and watch
+ The little girl over the way.
+
+ But she will not look nor listen,
+ Nor stand for a moment still;
+ And though I watch her the livelong day,
+ I'm afraid she never will.
+
+ For some day some one will buy her,
+ And carry her quite away;--
+ She is only a doll in a great glass-case,
+ The little girl over the way.
+
+
+ Maggie's Talk to Doll
+
+ My dolly dear,
+ Come sit up here!
+ And say why you don't cry.
+ I've struck your head
+ Against the bed,
+ And cracked your pretty eye,
+
+ My dolly dear,
+ Do sit up here,
+ And let me see your face;
+ And say, my pet,
+ Why you don't fret
+ Now Pug has got your place.
+
+ My pretty Poll
+ My dear, dear doll,
+ Why don't you eat or talk?
+ Like sister Jane,
+ And Sally Blane,
+ And then go for a walk?
+
+ You have an eye,
+ But never cry,
+ And lips, but never prattle;
+ You've fingers ten,
+ Like brother Ben,
+ But never shake the rattle.
+
+ You never eat,
+ Nor drink, nor sleep,
+ Nor move unless you're carried:
+ And when I pinch,
+ You never flinch,
+ Nor say that you are worried.
+
+
+ Minnie to Dolly
+
+ Your hair is so pretty,
+ Your eyes are so blue,
+ Your cheeks are so rosy,
+ Your frock is so new,
+ You're the prettiest dolly
+ I ever did see.
+ Though your hair is so pretty,
+ And your eyes are so blue,
+ I'd rather be Minnie
+ Than I would be you,
+
+ For you can't see the flowers
+ When they come up in spring;
+ You can't hear the birdies,
+ How sweetly they sing;
+ Nor run out of doors
+ To look in the sky,
+ And see the white clouds
+ As they pass swiftly by.
+
+ You've no kind of papa
+ Or mamma to be near,
+ To love you and teach you;
+ So, dolly, my dear,
+ Though your cheeks are so rosy,
+ And your dress is so new,
+ I'd rather be Minnie
+ Than I would be you.
+
+
+ My Dolly
+
+ My Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown,
+ Has a pretty little bonnet,
+ And a pretty little gown;
+ A pretty little bonnet,
+ With a lovely feather on it;
+ Oh, there's not another like it
+ To be found in all the town!
+
+ My Dolly, Polly, is a precious little pet;
+ Her eyes are bright as jewels,
+ And her hair is black as jet;
+ I hug her, and I kiss her!
+ And oh, how I should miss her
+ If she were taken from me;
+ Oh how I should grieve and fret!
+
+ My little brother Charley,
+ Says my Dolly is "a muff,"
+ And he calls her other horrid names
+ Though that is bad enough;
+ And though he's very clever,
+ I never, no, I never
+ Let him handle her or dandle her,
+ For boys, you know, are rough.
+
+ My Dolly's always smiling;
+ She was never known to frown.
+ And she looks so very charming
+ In her Sunday hat and gown.
+ You really ought to see her
+ To get a good idea
+ Of the beauty of my Dolly,
+ Polly Angelina Brown.
+
+
+ Dolly's Wedding
+
+ Come along; come along;
+ The rain has gone away.
+ Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
+ It is Dolly's wedding-day!
+
+ Charley has got his night-gown on.
+ Mary has put the chairs:
+ Charley is the clergyman
+ Who'll marry them up-stairs.
+ Come along; come along;
+ The rain has gone away.
+ Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
+ It is Dolly's wedding-day!
+
+ Sambo has got an old white hat,
+ And a coat with but one tail;
+ Sambo's face is very black,
+ Dolly's is rather pale.
+ Come along; come along;
+ The rain has gone away.
+ Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
+ It is Dolly's wedding-day!
+
+ Sambo has got a woolly pate,
+ Dolly has golden hair.
+ When Sambo marries Dolly,
+ They'll be a funny pair!
+ Come along; come along;
+ The rain has gone away.
+ Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
+ It is Dolly's wedding-day!
+
+
+[Illustration: Wedding For Dolls.]
+
+
+[Page 51--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Dollies in School.]
+
+
+ My Doll
+
+ I found my old dolls
+ In the attic to-day,
+ In a box where I long ago
+ Laid them away.
+ It was silly, I know,
+ But 'twas such a surprise,
+ The sight of their faces
+ Brought tears to my eyes.
+
+ There was poor little Flossie,
+ With azure eyes closed.
+ For many a month
+ She had quietly dozed,
+ In the little silk gown
+ In which I last dressed her--
+ That time was brought back
+ So I stopped and caressed her;
+
+ And then, as I raised her,
+ She opened her eyes,
+ And stared at her mother
+ In such sad surprise
+ That I kissed her and laid
+ Her again in her place
+ To keep her reproachful
+ Blue eyes off my face.
+
+ And next I uncovered
+ My little bisque Mabel,
+ To meet whose brown eyes
+ I was still more unable.
+ There gaze was surprised,
+ But exceedingly mild,
+ My poor little, dear little,
+ Led-away child!
+
+ And I kissed her, her face
+ Looked so childish and sweet,
+ And I held for a moment
+ Her little kid feet,
+ For her stockings were scattered,
+ And so were her shoes,
+ And then, when I found them,
+ They gave me the blues.
+
+ I kissed her, and laid her
+ Back in the box, but
+ She looked at me still
+ (For her eyes would not shut)
+ And hastily covering
+ Her face from my sight,
+ I searched till wax Elsie
+ I brought to the light.
+
+ Now, that poor little doll
+ Was only my niece,
+ Her eyes were dark blue
+ And her curls white as fleece
+ But her nose was so flat,
+ 'Twas no longer a nose,
+ And her wax cheeks had faded
+ And lost all their rose.
+
+ From losing her sawdust
+ Her body was slender,
+ Yet for those very reasons
+ My kiss was more tender,
+ And I laid the poor thing
+ Away with a sigh,
+ And feeling, I must say,
+ Like having a cry.
+
+ One big doll was missing,--
+ My dear Rosabel,--
+ How much I did love her,
+ I really can't tell.
+ It is painful, indeed,
+ To be talking about,
+ But I loved her so much
+ That I quite wore her out.
+
+ Well, well, I am older,
+ But I'm sure I'm not glad.
+ The thought of those old times,
+ In fact makes me sad.
+ And, although the feeling
+ Is silly, I know,
+ I cannot help sighing:
+ "Oh! why did I grow?"
+
+ Bertha Gerneaux Davis
+
+
+[Illustration: Mistress Of Four Dollies.]
+
+
+ Mistress Of Four Dollies
+
+ This little girl, I'm glad to say,
+ Is eight years old this very day.
+ She makes a hat for the little "Doll,"
+ And puts in it a feather tall.
+
+ One doll is large, and one is small,
+ Another short another tall.
+ She talks to them. They won't obey,
+ And then she says, "You cannot play."
+
+
+ Grandmamma's Visit
+
+ With grandma's cap upon her head,
+ And spectacles on her nose,
+ And grandma's shawl upon her back,
+ Grace to her sister goes.
+
+ "My dear grandchild, although I am
+ Now getting very old,
+ I've toddled all this way to ask
+ About your Dolly's cold."
+
+ "Dear Grandmamma, I thank you much,
+ And I am glad to say
+ She had a good sound sleep last night,
+ And is quite well to-day."
+
+
+ Lucy's Dolls
+
+ Five little dolls
+ To claim my care
+ To fix their clothes
+ And comb their hair;
+
+ Five little dolls
+ To dress and keep
+ And put away
+ Each night to sleep.
+
+ I don't think grown
+ Folks ever know
+ What troubles small
+ Folks undergo;
+
+ I have to cook
+ To please all five--
+ I wonder much
+ That I'm alive!
+
+
+[Illustration: Lucy and her Dolls.]
+
+
+[Page 52--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Please Mend my Dolly.]
+
+
+ Dolly Is Dead
+
+ I can't help crying! Oh dear!
+ My doll is dead, I fear,
+ Yes, she must be dead,
+ For she's lost her head,
+ And she looks so horribly queer.
+ But they say our doctor's a clever man,
+ I'll get him to put on her head if he can.
+
+
+ The Doll Show
+
+(For seven little girls--six with dolls. The seventh to be the
+judge.)
+
+_First girl enters, with doll in her arms._
+
+ We're going to have a dolly show,
+ This very afternoon--
+ The little girls will bring their dolls,
+ (I think they'll be here soon),
+
+ And then we'll have such lots of fun,
+ We'll place them in a row,
+ And the one the judge declares the best
+ Will take the prize, you know.
+
+ My dolly is all ready,
+ I've dressed her as a bride;
+ Don't she look sweet; She'll take the prize,
+ Of that I'm satisfied.
+
+_Places her doll on a bench or chair, and takes a seat._
+
+_Second Girl_
+
+ Oh, such a time as I have had,
+ I thought I would be late;
+ I took so very, very long
+ To dress my little Kate,
+
+ But here she is, my infant doll,
+ So white, and clean, and pure,
+ Oh, yes, my precious darling,
+ You'll take the prize, I'm sure.
+
+_Places doll next to doll No. 1 and takes a seat._
+
+_Third Girl--Carrying a handsome French Doll._
+
+ My dolly came from Sunny France,
+ Her name is Antoinette,
+ She's two years old on Christmas day,
+ And she's my dearest pet.
+
+ Her feet and hands are very small,
+ Her hair is soft and light,
+ Her eyes the deepest, darkest blue,
+ And very large and bright.
+
+ This handsome dress from Paris came,
+ Also this stylish hat,
+ Why, she of course will take the prize,
+ I'm positive of that.
+
+_Places her doll by doll No. 2, and takes a seat._
+
+_Fourth Girl_
+
+ I hope they've saved a little space
+ For Jack, my sailor lad,
+ The bravest, best, and nicest son
+ A mother ever had.
+
+ He wears a suit of navy blue--
+ I've brought him to the show
+ Because he looks so very nice,
+ He'll take the prize, I know.
+
+_Places it by doll No. 3, and sits down._
+
+_Fifth Girl--a very small girl holding by the arm a large rag baby
+with a long dress._
+
+ My mamma's writing letters,
+ And told me--"run away,"
+ And so I brought my dolly
+ To the baby show, to-day.
+
+ She isn't very pretty,
+ But she's very nice, I think,
+ Her eyes, and nose, and little mouth,
+ My mamma made with ink.
+
+ I love my Dolly, 'cause she's good--
+ She never never cries,
+ So don't you think she'll be the one
+ To carry off the prize?
+
+_Places her doll by doll No. 4, and takes a seat._
+
+_Sixth Girl_
+
+ They mustn't crowd my baby out,
+ Although she's black as night.
+ I think she'll stand as good a chance
+ As babies that are white.
+
+ She's very neat, and nice, and clean,
+ Her lips are cherry red,
+ She wears a gay bandanna
+ Tied round her curly head.
+
+ She's a very handsome lady,
+ And if the judge be wise,
+ I do not have the slightest doubt
+ That she will take the prize.
+
+_Places her doll by doll No. 5, and sits down._
+
+_First Girl--to the girls_
+
+ Do not open your mouths,
+ Nor shut your eyes!
+ For here comes the judge
+ To award the prize.
+
+_Seventh Girl--Enters carrying a wand. She views each doll in turn
+with critical eyes, then pointing to the first doll, says--_
+
+ Number one is very pretty,
+ But I think she's rather tall.
+
+_Points to No. 2_
+
+ And this cunning little baby,
+ Is a little bit too small.
+
+_No. 3_
+
+ Number three--a fine French lady,
+ Too Frenchy is, I fear.
+
+_Points to No. 4_
+
+ And Master Jack, I like your looks,
+ But I think you dress too queer.
+
+_No. 5_
+
+ And this old-fashioned baby doll,
+ I guess lived in the ark;
+
+_No. 6_
+
+ No, no, Miss Dinah, no prize for you,
+ Your skin is much too dark.
+
+_Then turning to the little girls, she continues:_
+
+ And now, dear anxious mothers,
+ I find I can't decide
+ Which doll shall have the premium,
+ But I'll be satisfied
+
+ If you'll call another meeting
+ To-morrow afternoon,
+ I need more time to settle this--
+ To-day is much too soon.
+
+ So, mothers, now I give these babies
+ Back to your loving care;
+ And I thank you much for bringing them
+ To our famous Baby Fair.
+
+_Hands each doll to it's owner._
+
+_Exit all._
+
+
+[Illustration: Doll and Cat--Please, Puss, don't Hurt Me.]
+
+
+[Page 53--Dolly Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Dog Hitched to Doll Carriage.]
+
+
+ A Doll's Adventures Round the World
+
+ All round the world and back again
+ Dolly and I have been;
+ By sea and land we've travelled far,
+ The strangest sights have seen.
+
+ To Greenland first we sailed away
+ To see the snow and ice,
+ But Dolly's nose--it nearly froze--
+ Oh, dear! that wasn't nice!
+
+ So off we tripp'd to Canada,
+ There 'twas not quite so cold--
+ But there the Indians in the woods
+ Rushed after us so bold.
+
+ We ran away to Montana,
+ O'er Rocky Mountains high,
+ To picnic in wild Oregon,
+ Famous for pumpkin pie.
+
+ Then down to California,
+ Through many a field of gold,
+ And over ancient Mexico,
+ Past temples manifold.
+
+ The Sandwich Isles we visited,
+ Where grew such radiant flowers,
+ And pretty girls danced all the day
+ In fragrant, rosy bowers.
+
+ We crossed the Equatorial Seas,
+ And, sailing round and round
+ The lovely islands of the main,
+ Sweet coral groves we found.
+
+ New Zealand's shores we landed at,
+ The country of strange things--
+ Cherries that carried the stones out-side,
+ And flowers with butterflies' wings.
+
+ Oh, when we reach Australia--
+ What heaps and heaps of gold!
+ And a million sheep and lambs we saw
+ Straying from fold to fold.
+
+ To buy some tea-pots and some trays,
+ We called at quaint Japan,
+ Where a very polite old Japanese
+ Gave Dolly an ivory fan.
+
+ We took a trip to Chinese land
+ To take a cup of tea,
+ But neither sugar nor cream was given,
+ Which didn't suit Dolly and me.
+
+ Then travelling to Hindustan,
+ We met a tiger there,
+ Who looked as though he would eat us up--
+ So off we flew elsewhere.
+
+ And found ourselves in the Khyber Pass,
+ In the midst of a Caravan,
+ With which we travelled night and day
+ To reach Afghanistan.
+
+ Across the Red Sea next we sail'd
+ And through the Suez Canal,
+ To purchase a camel at old Cairo,
+ With a trot most magical,
+
+ Across the Desert we rode apace,
+ No water was there to drink,
+ Ah, oh!--while climbing a Pyramid
+ Dolly dropped down a chink.
+
+ An Arab kindly rescued her--
+ (She did so ruffle her hair;
+ If ever she plays that trick again
+ She'll have to be left down there.)
+
+ At last we left the Desert drear,
+ To sail upon the Nile,
+ In the Pasha's beautiful diabeheh
+ Past many a crocodile.
+
+ We saw no end of wonders now
+ In Africa's strange land--
+ Forests full of lions fierce,
+ And many a savage band.
+
+ Our steamer on the Congo sank--
+ We were in a dreadful plight
+ Until we met with Stanley true,
+ And then we steered aright.
+
+ We said good-bye to Africa,
+ And, though winds proved contrary,
+ Northward our wondrous way we took
+ To the Isles of sweet Canary.
+
+ Thence favouring gales conveyed us far
+ Beyond the Spanish shore;
+ Fast by the coast of France we sped
+ To our own land once more.
+
+ And now we're safe at home again,
+ And wise as wise can be;
+ For seeing all the world's wonders
+ Improves my Doll and me.
+
+ Sabina
+
+
+ The Story of a Doll
+
+ I stood in the semi-darkness
+ And watched a child at her play;
+ Her cares were of multiform nature,
+ And the daylight was speeding away.
+
+ Her dolly demanded attention,
+ To be petted and kissed and be fed;
+ To have on its little nightgown,
+ And then to be put in its bed.
+
+ All this with a motherly yearning
+ She had learned by the instinct of love;
+ And the dolly but faintly presented
+ A gift from the heaven above.
+
+ The dear little creature had finished
+ And was just about turning to go,
+ When the scene all changed in a moment
+ And turned into weeping and woe.
+
+ A boy, almost reaching to manhood,
+ Dashed wildly from the room,
+ And seizing the doll from the cradle
+ Rushed out again into the gloom.
+
+ There was one wild scream from the maiden,
+ A clasp of the hands and a chase;
+ But the boy thought the thing was funny
+ And was in for a brotherly race.
+
+ But soon, when the screaming was louder
+ And he saw all the pain he had caused.
+ He threw down the doll on the flooring,
+ And sneering, he suddenly paused.
+
+ "I wouldn't be such a cry-baby," he said,
+ With a half-mocking drawl;
+ "I can buy plenty more that's just like it,
+ "It's only a plaster doll.
+
+ "Why don't you get one made of china,
+ Instead of that plaster thing?
+ An then I would try to respect it,"
+ And he took himself off with a fling.
+
+ "Oh, my dolly, my dolly is broken,"
+ And quick in her bosom she hid
+ The maimed little bit of her sunshine,
+ "I Loved it, I loved it, I did.
+
+ "I don't care if it was only plaster;
+ 'Twas my dolly, my dolly, my own."
+ And she knelt by the mangled plaything.
+ "And now I am left all alone."
+
+ Ten years from that very evening,
+ I stood by the couch of a child,
+ While a man knelt and wept beside it,
+ With a face both haggard and wild.
+
+ 'Twas the old scene of the dolly repeated,
+ The boy had to manhood grown;
+ A hand crushed his plaster idol
+ And left him to mourn all alone.
+
+ Ah me! how the world is repeated,
+ The work of each day o'er and o'er.
+ We all have our broken dollies
+ Away on the golden shore.
+ Did he think, I wonder, of that one
+ He threw on the carpetless floor.
+
+ Watson
+
+
+[Illustration: Cruel Boy keeping Doll away from Crying Girl.]
+
+
+[Page 54--Dolly Land]
+
+
+ I am homesick, Dolly Dear
+
+ Dolly knows what's the matter--
+ Dolly and I.
+ It isn't the mumps nor the measles--
+ Oh! dear, I shall die!
+ It's the mothering we want, Dolly,
+ The--what shall I call it?
+ And grandpa says he has sent--
+ He put the 'spatch safe in his wallet.
+
+ I know well enough that he dropped
+ That telegraph 'spatch in the fire,
+ If mother just knew, she'd come
+ If 'twas on the telegraph wire!
+ She'd take my poor head,
+ That is splitting this very minute,
+ And she'd sing "There's a Happy Land,"
+ And the hymn that has "Darling" in it.
+
+ Course, I like grandpa's house;
+ It's the splendidest place to stay,
+ When there's all the outdoors to live in,
+ And nothing to do but to play;
+ Somehow you forget your mother--
+ That is, just the littlest bit,
+ Though if she were here, I suppose
+ That I shouldn't mention it.
+
+ But oh! there's a difference, Dolly,
+ When your head is so full of pains
+ That ('cepting the ache that's in 'em)
+ There's nothing left of your brains,
+ Remember how nice it feels, Dolly,
+ To have your head petted and "poored."
+ Ache? Why I ache all over,
+ And my bed is as hard as a board.
+
+ Nurse says "It's a sweet, lovely morning."
+ It may be for all that I care;
+ There's just one spot in this great wide world
+ That is pretty--I wish I was there!
+ I can see the white roses climbing
+ All over the low porch door,
+ And the daisies and buttercups growing--
+ I never half loved them before.
+
+ And mother--let's see! she's standing
+ In that very same door, no doubt;
+ She loves to look out in the morning
+ And see what the world is about,
+ In a pale-blue something-or-other--
+ A loose sort of wrapper, I guess;
+ As if a few yards of sky
+ Had been taken to make a dress.
+
+ And up from the pine woods yonder
+ Comes a beautiful woodsy smell,
+ And the breeze keeps a hinting of May flowers--
+ The real-pink arbutus bell;
+ And I think most likely the robins
+ Have built in the cherry tree;
+ And by and by there'll be birdies--
+ And I shall not be there to see!
+
+ Did you hear any noise, Dolly!
+ Speak, Dolly, you little witch!
+ As if someone was laughing--or crying!
+ I couldn't tell which!
+ We've kept from crying, so far;
+ We've choked but we wouldn't cry;
+ I've just talked it out to you, dear;
+ I had to, or else I'd die.
+
+ But if that is you, mother--
+ And I know by your lips that it is--
+ I'll just squeeze your head off!--
+ You think that all I want is a kiss!
+ O mother! to papa and Tom
+ You needn't got mention it,
+ But you know it was homesickness
+ Almost killed your poor little Kit!
+
+
+[Illustration: American Indian Dolls.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Japanese Dolls.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Dolls of Europe, Africa and Asia.]
+
+
+[Page 55--A Lady Making Dolls]
+
+
+[Illustration: Lady Making Dolls.]
+
+
+ _Every Dolly Should Have A Name_
+
+
+ A Thousand Names For Dollies And Babies
+
+ Adam and Madam,
+ Hagar and Jagar,
+ Lottie and Tottie,
+ Dinah and Nina,
+ Hebe and Phoebe,
+ Claude and Maude,
+ Connell and Donnell,
+ Dove and Love,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Ruth and Truth,
+ Ducie and Lucy,
+ Casper and Jasper,
+ Mercy and Percy,
+ Angeletta and Vangeletta,
+ Gilliam and William,
+ Luby and Ruby,
+ Ada and Saida,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Abihu and Elihu,
+ Becky and Jacky,
+ Alf and Ralph,
+ Giles and Miles,
+ Colin and Rollin,
+ Lubin and Reuben,
+ Arthur and Marthur,
+ Marybella and Sarybella,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Hubert and Rupert,
+ Nice and Rice,
+ Bryan and Ryan,
+ Alpin and Galpin,
+ Duke and Luke,
+ Mulic and Ulic,
+ Bessy and Hessy,
+ Hildalene and Tildalene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Mose and Rose,
+ Gordon and Jordan,
+ Donald and Ronald,
+ Ervin and Mervin,
+ Mirzah and Tirzah,
+ Alick and Gallic,
+ Handel and Randal,
+ Fredelena and Tedelena,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Bridget and Midget,
+ Louisa and Theresa,
+ Hillah and Zillah,
+ Milfred and Wilfred,
+ Larkin and Martyn,
+ Horam and Joram,
+ Jael and Shaul,
+ Fannyette and Nannyette,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Abisha and Elisha,
+ Abitub and Ahitub,
+ Crissylene and Sissylene,
+ Averil and Daveril,
+ Botolph, and Rodolph,
+ Lilian and Milian,
+ Maynard and Reynard,
+ Kizzylene and Lizzylene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Prichard and Richard,
+ Darian and Marian,
+ Dowzabel and Rosabel,
+ Artemus and Bartemus,
+ Dathan and Nathan,
+ Germaine and Hermaine,
+ Abelard and Ermengarde,
+ Dovelene and Loyelene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Nicodemus and Polyphemous,
+ Marianne and Sarianne,
+ Lucylena and Nucylena,
+ Edmond and Redmond,
+ Nebulon and Zebulon,
+ Jeanette and Mynette,
+ Apollyon and Napoleon,
+ Jinnylene and Winnylene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Coralius and Doralius,
+ Horatius and Ignatius,
+ Agnes and Dagnes,
+ Eldred and Meldred,
+ Obijah and Orijah,
+ Adriel and Gabriel,
+ Ivan and Sivan,
+ Claudelius and Maudelius,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Brunius an Junius,
+ Simon and Timon,
+ Bobab and Hobab,
+ Darnell and Parnell,
+ Jirah and Sirah,
+ Marylena and Sarylena,
+ Faban and Laban,
+ Lilianette and Millianette,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Lubylene and Rubylene,
+ Manuel and Samuel,
+ Herodicus and Herodotus,
+ Ella and Zella,
+ Flavius and Zavius,
+ Grace and Mace,
+ Borgia and Georgia,
+ Dinalene and Minalene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Ira and Myra,
+ Claudia and Maudia,
+ Laymond and Raymond,
+ Gisborn and Lisborn,
+ Fernando and Hernando,
+ Paul and Saul,
+ Hulia and Julia,
+ Lancylene and Nancylene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Barret and Garret,
+ Diamond and Simund,
+ Bathilda and Matilda,
+ Charissa and Clarissa,
+ Minnielene and Tinnielene,
+ Abinoam and Ahinoam,
+ Clarice and Paris,
+ Bessielene and Jessielene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Josiah and Sophia,
+ Bariah and Mariah,
+ Jeziah and Keziah,
+ Amariah and Amaziah,
+ Josibiah and Josiphia,
+ Uriah and Jeremiah,
+ Obadiah and Zachariah,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Florence and Laurence,
+ Athaliah and Jocaliah,
+ Abira and Sapphira,
+ Donetta and Johnetta,
+ Biddy and Liddy,
+ Janette and Nanette,
+ Dometta and Tometta,
+ Agrippa and Phillippa,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Lucretia and Venetia,
+ Criscilla and Priscilla,
+ Belinda and Selinda,
+ Dara and Hara,
+ Ambrose and Lambrose,
+ Frances and Nances,
+ Bertie and Gertie,
+ Ruthelene and Truthelene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dorna and Lorna,
+ German and Herman,
+ Josanna and Johanna,
+ Alfred and Talfred,
+ Hamar and Tamar,
+ Ashur and Jasher,
+ Baruch and Saruch,
+ Mollyetta and Pollyetta,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Angelena and Vangelena,
+ Cherubima and Seraphima,
+ Bede and Reid,
+ Josabad and Rosabad,
+ Lulia and Tulia,
+ Harold and Jarold,
+ Jeroboam and Rehoboam,
+ Paulina and Saulina,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Tunice and Unice,
+ Sambrose and Vambrose,
+ Meshach and Sheshach,
+ Bertram and Gertram,
+ Amon and Samon,
+ Claudius and Maudius,
+ Borelius and Horelius,
+ Bonalene and Monalene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+
+[Page 56--Name Land]
+
+
+_The Reading over of these 1000 Names, all different, will give
+splendid Exercise in Spelling and Pronunciation._
+
+ Gomer and Homer,
+ Selah and Telah,
+ Rasman and Tasman,
+ Barak and Sarak,
+ Janet and Nanet,
+ Heavenbella and Sevenbella,
+ Ahaz and Azaz,
+ Antimeg and Antineg,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Allon and Fallon,
+ Abdiel and Zabdiel,
+ Andronicus and Veronicus,
+ Anthony and Vanthony,
+ Amery and Zamery,
+ James and Kames,
+ Antonius and Santonius,
+ Mattylene and Pattylene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Bedrodach and Nedrodach,
+ Festus and Vestus,
+ Geoffrey and Zeffrey,
+ Henry and Kenry,
+ Gilbert and Hilbert,
+ Anim and Banim,
+ Noah and Joah,
+ Mercylene and Percylene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dovetta and Lovetta,
+ Azel and Bazel,
+ Corinda and Dorinda,
+ Besar and Cesar,
+ Doram and Horam,
+ Ananiah and Apia,
+ Floralius and Horalius,
+ Marionette and Sarionette,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Coralene and Doralene,
+ Floralene and Noralene,
+ Dathan and Nathan,
+ Abiram and Ahiram,
+ Imon and Dimon,
+ Cornelius and Aurelius,
+ Ethelene and Bethelene,
+ Jera and Terah,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Ben and Glen,
+ Neziah and Tiziah,
+ Madoc and Zadoc,
+ Pauline and Sauline,
+ Abihud and Ahihud,
+ Kiza and Liza,
+ Dius and Pius,
+ Nucy and Sucy,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Alfric and Salfric,
+ Frank and Hank,
+ Kobina and Rosina,
+ Florinda and Laurinda,
+ Deborah and Ketorah,
+ Shebaniah and Shecaniah,
+ Sherariah and Shemariah,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Abia, Beriah and Neriah,
+ Alberic, Almeric & Alperic,
+ Volinda, Wolinda & Zolinda
+ Abijah, Ahijah and Elijah,
+ Dida, Ida and Fida,
+ Dias, Elias and Tobias,
+ Quick, Vic and Zic,
+ Hugh, Leu and Pugh,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Cora, Dora and Flora,
+ Lora, Nora and Zora,
+ Biram, Hiram and Miram,
+ Vessie, Wessie and Zessie,
+ Barrat, Jarrat and Garrat,
+ Ham, Lam and Zam,
+ Adelia, Afelia and Amelia,
+ Dugo, Hugo and Nugo,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Ivy, Livy and Zivy,
+ Betty, Hetty and Letty,
+ Netty, Petty and Zetty,
+ Linny, Winny and Zinny,
+ Hester, Lester and Nestor,
+ Helena, Serena and Sabina,
+ Mab, Nab and Rab,
+ Dottielene, Lottielene & Tottielene
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Bruno, Juno and Uno,
+ Eugene, Nugene and Sugene,
+ Dorman, Gorman and Norman,
+ Jean, Vean and Zean,
+ Hew, Seu and Zue,
+ Azur, Kazur and Nazur,
+ Davia, Flavia and Pavia,
+ Apulias, Julius and Tulias,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Biram, Hiram and Piram,
+ Katline, Matline and Patline,
+ Seba, Sheba, and Zebah,
+ Aubrey, Daubrey and Vaubrey,
+ Nebo, Nego and Necho,
+ Andrew, Mandrew and Vandrew,
+ Dalwin, Talwin and Zalwin,
+ Abi, Ahi and Ami,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Larissa, Narissa and Varrissa,
+ Di, Guy and Nie,
+ Dot, Lot and Tot,
+ Delicia, Felicia and Letitia,
+ Bona, Jonah and Mona,
+ Queenie, Teenie and Weenie,
+ Edward, Nedward, Tedward,
+ Dom, Pom and Tom,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Muric, Uric and Zurich,
+ Doddard, Goddard and Stoddard,
+ Heggie, Meggie and Peggie,
+ Darvey, Harvey and Jarvey,
+ Haddox, Maddox and Zaddox,
+ Joel, Loel and Noel,
+ Aaron, Saron and Zaron,
+ Bilhah, Hillah and Zillah,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Anneline, Fannylene & Nannylene,
+ Albina, Aldina and Alvina,
+ Annie, Fannie and Nanny,
+ Elim, Phelim and Selim,
+ Bobbie, Robbie & Zobbie,
+ Alma, Palma and Talma,
+ Gillis, Phillis and Willis,
+ Bettylene, Hettylene & Lettylene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Bennet, Jennet and Kennet,
+ Dobe, Job and Robe,
+ Bruce, Druce and Pruce,
+ Lillybella, Millybella & Tillybella,
+ Baruch, Karuch and Saruch,
+ Kilbert, Wilbert and Zilbert,
+ Leo, Neo and Zeo,
+ Dosabel, Josabel and Rosabel,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Darion, Marion and Sarion,
+ Devalene, Evalene and Nevalene,
+ Josephine, Mosephine & Rosephine,
+ Ezra, Dezra and Kezra,
+ Dollybella, Mollybella & Pollybella,
+ Halena, Kalena and Salena,
+ Byra, Dyra and Lyra,
+ Iralene, Liralene and Miralene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Lavinia, Savinia and Vavinia,
+ Duckylene, Luckylene and Zuckylene,
+ Tiglath-Pileser and Tilgath-Pilneser,
+ Abinadab, Ahinadab and Aminadab,
+ Abimelech, Ahimelech and Elimelech,
+ Felix, Kelix and Selix,
+ Alpheus, Dalpheus and Ralpheus,
+ Balak, Halak and Lamech,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Randal, Sandal and Vandal,
+ Arabella, Carrabella and Clarabella,
+ Harriet, Marriet and Varriet,
+ Abilene, Mabilene and Rabilene,
+ Erwin, Kirwin and Mirwin,
+ Agar, Dagar and Zagar,
+ Alice, Dalice and Zalice,
+ Bab, Tab and Zab,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Emmeline, Femmeline and Jemmeline,
+ Lemmeline, Pemmeline and Zemmeline,
+ Haggylene, Maggylene and Peggylene,
+ Hilda, Kilda and Lilda,
+ Milda, Tilda and Zilda,
+ B--etta, C--etta and D--etta,
+ E--etta, G--etta and V--etta,
+ Catalina, Matalina and Patalina,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Lerman, Merman and Zerman,
+ Ariel, Dariel and Zariel,
+ Gibeon, Tibeon and Zibeon,
+ Jessie, Kessie and Sessie,
+ Dias, Pius, Thias and Zius,
+ Doll, Moll, Poll and Noll,
+ A--etta, J--etta, K--etta and Mayetta,
+ Annabella, Fannybella and Nannybella,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Boy, Foy, Joy and Moy,
+ A--, J--, K--and May,
+ Eliza, Ebiza, Ediza, and Egisa,
+ Ehiza, Eniza, Eriza and Etiza,
+ Bell, Nell, Val and Zell,
+ Bem, Em, Sem and Zem,
+ Arc, Clark, Mark and Park,
+ Kat, Nat, Mat and Pat,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Celia, Delia, Melia and Zelia,
+ Phil, Till, Will and Zill,
+ Binny, Dinny, Finny and Jinny,
+ Birza, Girza, Mirza and Tirza,
+ Edwin, Fredwin, Nedwin, and Tedwin,
+ Jorah, Korah, Nora and Zorah,
+ Boswald, Goswald, Oswald and Roswald,
+ Carley, Charley, Harley and Varley,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Clara, Lara, Sara and Zara,
+ Florace, Horace, Morris and Norris,
+ Cary, Fairy, Mary and Sary,
+ Barry, Carrie, Harry and Larry,
+ Crissy, Kissy, Sissy and Melissy,
+ Harman, Darman, Jarman and Sharman,
+ Ubenia, Igenia, Ulenia and Uphemia,
+ Birene, Irene, Mirene and Sirene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Acelius, Adelius, Afelius and Amelius,
+ Anelius, Apelius, Arelius and Avelius,
+ Dannah, Hannah, Jannah and Mannah,
+ Aram, Naram, Saram and Zaram,
+ Benny, Denny, Jenny and Kenny,
+ Albert, Dalbert, Falbert and Salbert,
+ Barlo, Carlo, Marlo and Varlo,
+ Jemuel, Kemuel, Lemuel and Shemuel,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Bon, Con, Don and John,
+ Cain, Jane, Mayne and Payne,
+ Jimmy, Mimmy, Simmy and Timmy,
+ Dick, Hick, Mick and Nick,
+ Ally, Lally, Sally and Vally,
+ Bill, Hill, Lill, Mill and Phil,
+ Bolo, Molo, Polo, Rollo and Solo,
+ Levi, Nevi, Sevi, Vevi and Zevi,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Hatty, Katty, Matty, Natty and Patty,
+ Billy, Lily, Milly, Tilly and Willy,
+ Dolly, Jolly, Molly, Nolly and Polly,
+ Dizzy, Kizzy, Lizzy, Sizzy and Tizzy,
+ Eddy, Freddy, Neddy, Ready and Teddy,
+ Beric, Deric, Eric, Leric and Zeric,
+ Eva, Deva, Neva, Seva and Zeva,
+ Addi, Daddi, Laddi, Vaddi and Zaddi,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dina, Mina, Nina, Vina and Zina,
+ Adar, Badar, Kadar, Nadar and Zadar,
+ Bira, Ira, Kira, Lira, Mira and Sira,
+ Chloe, Floe, Joey, Loe, Moe and Zoe,
+ Agg, Dagg, Greig, Mag, Peg and Zag,
+ Bell, Hal, Lal, Mell, Nell and Sal,
+ Jim, Kim, Nim, Sim, Tim, Vim and Zim,
+ Ann, Dan, Fan, Jan, Nan, Pan and San,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ E. W. Cole
+
+
+[Illustration: Mother and Father Debating on what to call Baby.]
+
+
+[Page 57--Name Land]
+_All Old Dollies should be hunted up and Named._
+
+
+Three Hundred more Names for Dollies, Doggies, Pussies, and Babies.
+
+ Abigail and Abihail,
+ Allamlech & Anammelech,
+ Azariah and Hezekiah,
+ Boyetta and Joyetta,
+ Hosea and Josea,
+ Baxter and Dexter,
+ Deleus and Peleus,
+ Borcas and Dorcas,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dickylene and Mickylene,
+ Dicketta and Micketta,
+ Bennylene and Rennielene,
+ Billyetta and Willyetta,
+ Daddylene and Laddilene,
+ Dinahlene and Ninalene,
+ Claudelene and Maudelene,
+ Ruthetta and Truthetta,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Ducylene and Lucylene,
+ Jinnyetta and Winnyetta,
+ Fidalene and Idalene,
+ Adalene and Saidalene,
+ Beckylene and Jackylene,
+ Arthuretta & Marthuretta,
+ Claudelena and Maudelena,
+ Marianetta and Sarianetta,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Elizalene and Erizalene,
+ Coraetta and Doraetta,
+ Millylene and Tillylene,
+ Simonetta and Timonetta,
+ Lucyetta and Nucyetta,
+ Marylene and Sarylene,
+ Lubyetta and Rubyetta,
+ Claralene and Sarahlene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Bennyetta and Jennyetta,
+ Gladdilena and Paddylena,
+ Maryetta and Sarietta,
+ Borgialene and Georgialene,
+ Cyliene and Lyliene,
+ Maxalene and Rexaline,
+ Maxetta and Rexetta,
+ Maxabella and Rexabella,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Selina and Serena,
+ Sallyetta and Vallyetta,
+ Iralena and Myralena,
+ Bessielena and Jessielena,
+ Honeylene and Moneylene,
+ Bertielina and Gertielina,
+ Gilbertine and Wilbertine,
+ Julietta and Tulietta,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Biddylene and Liddylene,
+ Edwardetta & Tedwardetta,
+ Bertielene and Gertieline,
+ Henryetta and Kenryetta,
+ Carrielene and Harrylene,
+ Bennylene and Glennylene,
+ Nellyetta and Sellyetta,
+ Bobbielene and Robbielene,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Cornelia and Cordelia,
+ Sundaylena & Mondaylena,
+ Hellen and Tellin,
+ Angelus and Vangelus,
+ Saletta and Valetta,
+ Irene and Ilene,
+ Kittylene and Mytilene,
+ Iralius and Myralius,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+
+[Illustration: Pussies have Thrown Dolly out of the Cradle.]
+
+
+ Southetta and Louthetta,
+ Melbalena and Selbalena,
+ Lidneylena & Sydneylena,
+ Adelena and Madelena,
+ Mirthelena and Perthalena,
+ Brisbanetta and Lisbonetta,
+ Rasmanetta & Tasmanetta,
+ Lowrylena and Maorilena,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dollybel, Mollybel and Pollybel,
+ Catilius, Matilius, and Patilius,
+ Cinalene, Hinalene and Linalene,
+ Bess, Chess, Hess and Zess,
+ Didas, Fidas and Midas,
+ Linalene, Winalene and Zinalene,
+ Dillius, Millius and Fillius,
+ Hestor, Lestor and Nestor,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dollyus, Mollyus and Pollyus,
+ Lene, Mene, Tene and Vene,
+ Basalene, Masalene and Vasalene,
+ Lucia, Mucia and Nucia,
+ Danope, Fanope and Panope,
+ Hero, Nero, Pero and Thero,
+ Ida, Sida, Vida and Zida,
+ Hictor, Rictor and Victor,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Belus, Helus, Nelus and Zelus,
+ Eno, Leno and Zeno,
+ Daniel, Ananial and Nathaniel,
+ Abel, Jabel, Mabal and Nabal,
+ Kish, Mish and Wish,
+ Dolletta, Molletta and Polletta,
+ Haletta, Naletta and Saletta,
+ Barryetta, Harryetta & Larryetta,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl with Dolls--Sheltering from Rain.]
+
+
+ Abeletta, Mabeletta & Nabeletta,
+ Lilyetta, Millyetta and Tillyetta,
+ Bonalene, Jonahlene & Monalene,
+ Deolene, Neolene and Leolene,
+ Jimmylene, Simmylene, Timmylene,
+ Ino, Dino, Kino and Mino,
+ Dana, Hana, Jana and Nana,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Annetta, Fanetta and Nanetta,
+ Edicus, Tedicus and Fredicus,
+ Eddyetta, Teddyetta & Freddyetta,
+ Emilus, Remilus and Zemilus,
+ Faula, Paula and Saula,
+ Callio, Sallio and Vallio,
+ Delios, Helios and Melios,
+ Deo, Leo, Neo and Zeo,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ Dollian, Mollian and Pollian,
+ Dorabella, Florabella, Norabella,
+ Lilo, Milo, Philo, Silo and Tilo,
+ Bella, Kella, Nella and Stella,
+ Dollyetta, Lollyetta & Nollyetta,
+ Sunnylena, Honeylena, Moneylena,
+ Moonelena, Noonelena, Doonelena,
+ Stellalena, Bellalena & Ellalena,
+ Are all good names for dolls.
+
+ E.W.C.
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl Scolding Dog for breaking Dolly.]
+
+
+ _P.S. Nebuchadnezzar and Nebuchadrezzar,_
+ _Wandiligong & Croajingoalong,_
+ _Are four good names for pussies._
+
+
+[Page 58--Temper Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Bad-Tempered Baby Boy.]
+
+
+ Good Mamma
+
+ Love, come and sit upon my knee,
+ And give me kisses, one, two, three,
+ And tell me whether you love me.
+ My baby.
+
+ For this I'm sure, that I love you,
+ And many, many things I do,
+ And many an hour I sit and sew
+ For baby.
+
+ And then at night I lie awake,
+ Thinking of things that I can make,
+ And trouble that I mean to take
+ For baby.
+
+ An when you're good and do not cry,
+ Nor into angry passions fly,
+ You can't think how papa and I
+ Love baby.
+
+ But if my little child should grow
+ To be a naughty child, I know
+ 'Twould grieve mamma to serve her so,
+ My baby.
+
+ And when you saw me pale and thin,
+ By grieving for my baby's sin,
+ I think you'd wish that you had been
+ A better baby.
+
+
+ How They Made Up
+
+ Two naughty little people
+ Had a quarrel one sad day,
+ Each said that with the other,
+ She never more would play.
+
+ And so upon each other
+ Their little backs they turned,
+ And all the old time fondness
+ Alas! they coldly spurned.
+
+ But oh! their angry hearts grew weary,
+ The anger died away,
+ Each hoped that soon the other
+ Would have a word to say.
+
+ Each waited, oh! how sadly!
+ Each moved a little near,
+ And each "around the corner"
+ Began, at last, to peer.
+
+ Then Nellie held her dolly
+ To Annie with a smile:
+ "You may have it if you want to.
+ An play with it awhile."
+
+ Then Annie quickly followed
+ The rule she knew was right:
+ "I've got an apple, Nellie,
+ I'll give you a big bite."
+ And somehow the sweet faces
+ Met fair and square at last,
+ And kisses sweet and loving
+ Sent the quarrel flying fast.
+
+
+ Little Whimpy
+
+ Whimpy, little Whimpy,
+ Cried so much one day;
+ His grandma couldn't stand it,
+ And his mother ran away!
+ He was waiting by the window
+ When they all came home to tea.
+ And a gladder boy than Whimpy,
+ You never need hope to see!
+
+
+[Illustration: A Naughty, Naughty, Naughty Girl.]
+
+
+ Master Cross Patch
+
+ Cross Patch, cross Patch,
+ What's the matter now?
+ Why that wail of fretfulness,
+ And a scowl upon your brow?
+
+ Milk upset and wasted!
+ Water in your plate,
+ No one's sorry, old cross Patch,
+ For your wretched fate.
+
+ You began the morning
+ With a frown, my lad
+ And every word that you have said
+ Has made your mother sad.
+
+ And by your pettish temper,
+ You've spoiled your breakfast, too.
+ Cross Patch, cross Patch,
+ No one pities you.
+
+
+ Sulky Sarah
+
+ Why is Sarah standing there,
+ Leaning down upon a chair,
+ With such an angry lip and brow?
+ I wonder what's the matter now.
+
+ Come here my dear and tell me true,
+ It is because I spoke to you
+ About the work you'd done so slow,
+ That you are standing fretting so?
+
+ Why then, indeed, I'm grieved to see,
+ That you can so ill-tempered be:
+ You make your fault a great deal worse
+ By being angry and perverse.
+
+ Oh! how much better 'twould appear,
+ To see you shed a humble tear,
+ And then to hear you meekly say,
+ "I'll not do so another day."
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+[Illustration: Sulking Girl.]
+
+
+[Page 59--Temper Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Naughty Bad-Tempered Boy who broke his Sister's
+Playthings.]
+
+
+ A New Year's Gift
+
+ A charming present comes from town,
+ A baby-house quite neat;
+ With kitchen, parlours, dining-room,
+ And chambers, all complete.
+
+ A gift to Emma and to Rose,
+ From grandpa it came;
+ The little Rosa smil'd delight,
+ And Emma did the same.
+
+ They eagerly examin'd all--
+ The furniture was gay;
+ And in the rooms they plac'd their dolls,
+ When dress'd in fine array.
+
+ At night, their little candles lit,
+ And as they must be fed,
+ To supper down the dolls were plac'd,
+ And then were put to bed.
+
+ Thus Rose and Emma pass'd each hour
+ Devoted to their play;
+ And long were cheerful, happy, kind--
+ No cross disputes had they.
+
+ Till Rose in baby-house would change
+ The chairs which were below
+ "This carpet they would better suit;
+ I think I'll have it so."
+
+ "No, no indeed," her sister said,
+ "I'm older, Rose, than you;
+ And I'm the pet--the house is mine:
+ Miss, what I say is true."
+
+ The quarrel grew to such a height,
+ Mamma she heard the noise,
+ And coming in, beheld the floor
+ All strew'd with broken toys.
+
+ "O fie, my Emma! naughty Rose!
+ Say, why this sulk and pout?
+ Remember this is New Year's Day,
+ And both are going out."
+
+ Now Betty calls the little girls
+ To come upstairs and dress:
+ They still revile, with threats
+ And angry rage express.
+
+ But just prepar'd to leave their room,
+ Persisting yet in strife,
+ Rose sick'ning fell on Betty's lap.
+ As void of sense or life.
+
+ Mamma appear'd at Betty's call--
+ John for the doctor goes;
+ The measles, he begins to think,
+ Dread symptoms all disclose.
+
+ "But though I stay, my Emma, you
+ May go and spend the day."
+ "O no, mamma," replied the child,
+ "Do suffer me to stay.
+
+ "Beside my sister's bed I'll sit,
+ And watch her with such care,
+ "No pleasure can I e'er enjoy,
+ Till she my pleasure share.
+
+ "How silly now seems our dispute,
+ Not one of us she knows;
+ How pale she looks, how hard she breathes,
+ Poor pretty little Rose!"
+
+ Adelaide Taylor
+
+
+ Quarrelling
+
+ Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
+ For God hath made them so
+ Let bears and lions growl and fight,
+ For 'tis their nature too.
+
+ Dr Watts
+
+
+ Angry Words
+
+ Poison-drops of care and sorrow,
+ Bitter poison-drops are they,
+ Weaving for the coming morrow,
+ Saddest memories of to-day.
+
+ Angry words, oh! let them never
+ From the tongue unbridled slip;
+ May the heart's best impulse ever
+ Check them ere they soil the lip.
+
+ Love is much too pure and holy,
+ Friendship is too sacred far,
+ For a moment's reckless folly
+ Thus to desolate and mar.
+
+ Angry words are lightly spoken,
+ Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred,
+ Brightest links of life are broken,
+ By a single angry word.
+
+
+ The Tear And The Smile
+
+ A little tear and a little smile
+ Set out to run a race;
+ We watched them closely all the while--
+ Their course was baby's face.
+
+ The little tear he got the start
+ We really feared he'd win,
+ He ran so fast and made a dart
+ Straight for her dimpled chin.
+
+ But somehow, it was very queer,
+ We watched them all the while--
+ The little, shining, fretful tear
+ Got beaten by the smile.
+
+
+ Love One Another
+
+ Silly little Mary,
+ Sulking all the day,
+ While the other children
+ Run about and play.
+
+ Silly little Mary
+ Wears a peevish look,
+ When she sees the others
+ Laughing at the brook.
+
+ Silly little Mary,
+ Will not skip or swing,
+ Won't at puss-in-corner play,
+ Won't do anything.
+
+ Silly little Mary
+ Hides behind the bank,
+ In among the roots and weeds,
+ All so thick and rank.
+
+ Mary hears a footstep
+ O'er the velvet moss,
+ Sees a roguish little face
+ It is Willie Ross.
+
+ I have found you, Mary.
+ Won't you come play too?
+ And with cheeks all crimsoned,
+ Whispers--I love you.
+
+ Ah! but love has conquered
+ Fall the tears like rain,
+ Then our little Mary
+ Is herself again.
+
+ Where are sulks and tears now?
+ All are fled away.
+ And our little Mary
+ Will both laugh and play.
+
+
+[Illustration: A Naughty Sulky Boy.]
+
+
+[Page 60--Naughtiness Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Bad-Tempered Girl.]
+
+
+ Anger
+
+ Oh! anger is an evil thing
+ And spoils the fairest face;
+ It cometh like a rainy cloud
+ Upon a sunny place.
+
+ One angry moment often does
+ What we repent for years:
+ It works the wrong we ne'er make right
+ By sorrow or tears.
+
+ It speaks the rude and cruel word
+ That wounds a feeling breast:
+ It strikes the reckless sudden blow--
+ It breaks the household rest.
+
+ We dread the dog that turns in play,
+ All snapping, fierce and quick;
+ We shun the steed whose temper shows
+ In strong and savage kick.
+
+ But how much more we find to blame,
+ When passion wildly swells
+ In hearts where kindness has been taught,
+ And brains where reason dwells!
+
+ The hand of peace is frank and warm
+ And soft as a ring-dove's wing;
+ And he who quells an angry thought
+ Is greater than a king.
+
+ Shame to the lips that ever seek
+ To stir up jarring strife,
+ When gentleness would shed so much
+ Of Christian joy through life!
+
+ Ever remember in thy youth,
+ That he who firmly tries
+ To conquer an to rule himself,
+ Is noble, brave and wise.
+
+ Eliza Cook
+
+
+ The Little Girl That Beat Her Sister
+
+ Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
+ Your little sister dear;
+ I must not have such things as this,
+ Nor noisy quarrels here.
+
+ What! little children scold and fight,
+ That ought to be so mild:
+ Oh! Mary, 'tis a shocking sight
+ To see an angry child.
+
+ I can't imagine, for my part,
+ The reason of your folly,
+ As if she did you any hurt
+ By playing with your dolly.
+
+ See, see the little tears that run
+ So quickly from her eye:
+ Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
+ 'Twill do no good to cry.
+
+ Go, Mary, wipe her tears away
+ And make it up with kisses:
+ And never turn a pretty play
+ To such a pet as this is.
+
+
+ Home Peace
+
+ "Whatever brawls disturb the street
+ There should be peace at home;
+ Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
+ Quarrels should never come."
+
+ Dr. Watts
+
+
+ Little Dick Snappy
+
+ Little Dick Snappy
+ Was always unhappy
+ Because he did nothing but fret;
+ And when he once cried,
+ 'Twas in vain that you tried
+ To make him his troubles forget.
+
+ His mother once brought him
+ A drum, which she bought him
+ Hard by at a neighbouring fair,
+ And gave such another
+ To Edward his brother,
+ And left them their pleasures to share.
+
+ Little Edward began,
+ Like a nice little man,
+ To play with his little new drum;
+ But Dick, with a pout,
+ Only turned his about
+ In his hands, and looked sulky and glum.
+
+ "What's the matter, dear Dick?
+ You look sad; are you sick?
+ Come, march like a soldier with me:
+ The enemy comes
+ Let us beat on our drums,
+ And mamma will out merriment see."
+
+ "No! I don't like my new toy,"
+ Said my ill-humoured boy,
+ "And yours is the best and most new;
+ If you'll give me yours,
+ Then I'll go out of doors;
+ But if not, I'll kick mine in two."
+
+ "Oh no! brother, no--
+ Pray do not say so
+ Of a trifle, in anger and haste;
+ Though they are equally new,
+ Yet my drum I'll give you,
+ But I've tied it in knots round my waist."
+
+ Then quarrelsome Dick
+ Gave his brother a kick;
+ But he did not give him another,
+ But, saying no more,
+ Edward walked to the door,
+ Only giving one look at his brother.
+
+ Then, bursting with spite,
+ With his utmost of might
+ Master Dick trod his drum on the floor;
+ The parchment did crack,
+ When lo; Edward comes back,
+ And his drum in his hands then he bore.
+
+ "The string is untied,
+ Dearest brother," he cried--
+ "So now I with pleasure will change;"
+ But when Dick's drum he found
+ Lying broke on the ground,
+ Oh! how did his countenance change.
+
+ "I'm really ashamed,"
+ Dick, sobbing, exclaimed,
+ "At the difference between you and me;
+ But continue my friend,
+ And I'll try to amend,
+ And a good-tempered fellow to be."
+
+
+ Which Shall It Be, Dear?
+
+ If fretting pays you, fret;
+ And get into a pet,
+ And slam and bang
+ The doors with a whang,
+ And flame and flare,
+ And say "Don't care."
+ And slip round sly,
+ And make the baby cry,
+ And thus get sent to bed, to sob it out.
+
+ But if it does not pay
+ Why then, my dear, do pray
+ Just do the other thing,
+ And toot and sing,
+ And whistle like a bird.
+ Letting your voice be heard,
+ From morn till night,
+ In echoes bright,
+ Sending the best of cheer into the home.
+
+
+[Illustration: I will be Good, Mamma.]
+
+
+[Page 61--Naughtiness Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Quarrelsome Boys.]
+
+
+ Govern Your Temper
+
+ Oh, Govern your temper!
+ For music, the sweetest,
+ Was never so sweet--
+ Nor one-half so divine,
+ As a heart kept in tune,
+ Which, the moment thou greetest,
+ Breathes harmony dearer
+ Than notes can combine!
+
+ Never say it is nature.
+ And may not be cured;
+ One tithe of the time,
+ Which to music we yield
+ Would render the conquest
+ Of temper insured,
+ And bring us more music
+ Than a song e'er revealed.
+
+ Oh, govern your temper!
+ For roses, the fairest,
+ Were never so fair,
+ Nor so rich in perfume,
+ As the flowers, which e'en thou,
+ Chilly winter sparest--
+ The flowers of the heart,
+ Which unchangingly bloom!
+
+ Never think it is nature--
+ For oh! if it be,
+ The sooner the spirit
+ Of nature is shown
+ That the spirit of heaven
+ Is higher than she,
+ The sooner, the longer,
+ Will love be our own.
+
+
+[Illustration: A Bad, Wicked Bully.]
+
+
+ Where Do You Live
+
+ I knew a man, and his name was Horner,
+ He used to live at Grumble Corner,--
+ Grumble Corner, in Cross Patch Town,--
+ And he never was seen without a frown.
+ He grumbled at this, he grumbled at that;
+ He growled at the dog, he growled at the cat;
+ He grumbled at morning, he grumbled at night,
+ And to grumble and growl was his chief delight.
+
+ He grumbled so much at his wife, that she
+ Began to grumble as well as he;
+ And all the children wherever they went
+ Reflected their parents' discontent.
+ If the sky was dark and betokened rain,
+ Then Mr. Horner was sure to complain;
+ And if there was never a cloud about,
+ He'd grumble because of threatened drought.
+
+ One day, as I loitered along the street,
+ My old acquaintance I chanced to meet.
+ Whose face was without the look of care
+ And the ugly frown it used to wear.
+ "I may be mistaken, perhaps," I said.
+ As, after saluting, I turned my head;
+ "But it is, and it isn't, the Mr. Horner
+ Who lived so long at Grumble Corner."
+
+ I met him next day, and I met him again,
+ In melting weather, in pouring rain;
+ When stocks were up and when stocks were down;
+ But a smile, somehow, had replac'd the frown.
+ It puzzled me much, and so, one day,
+ I seized his hand in a friendly way,
+ And said "Mr. Horner, I'd like to know
+ What can have happened to change you so."
+
+ He laughed a laugh that was good to hear,
+ For it told of a conscience calm and clear,
+ And he said, with none of the old-time drawl,
+ "Why, I've changed my residence, that is all."
+ "Changed your residence?" "Yes," said Horner,
+ "It wasn't healthy at Grumble Corner,
+ And so I've moved: 'twas a change complete;
+ And you'll find me now at Thanksgiving Street."
+
+ And every day, as I move along
+ The streets, so filled with busy throng,
+ I watch each face, and can always tell
+ Where men, and women, and children dwell.
+ And many a discontented mourner
+ Is spending his days at Grumble Corner,
+ Sour and sad, whom I long to entreat
+ To take a house in Thanksgiving Street.
+
+
+ Temper
+
+ Bad temper, go,
+ You shall never stay with me;
+ Bad temper, go,
+ You and I shall never agree.
+
+ For I will always be kind, and mild,
+ And gentle pray to be,
+ And do to others as I wish
+ That they should do to me.
+
+ Temper bad
+ With me shall never stay;
+ Temper bad
+ Can never be happy and gay.
+
+
+[Illustration: Naughty Boys Fighting.]
+
+
+[Page 62--Pride Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Vain old Fop.]
+
+
+ A Fine Lady
+
+ Did ever you see such wondrous airs!
+ Oh, oh! my Lady Jane!
+ Your airs will blow you quite away,
+ You'll go to Vanity-land to stay,
+ And ne'er come back again.
+
+ Pray, what's the price of your hat my dear?
+ And what'll you take for your gloves?
+ And how'll you sell each pink kid shoe?
+ And your wonderful dressed-up poodle, too?
+ You're a precious pair of loves.
+
+ You're all too fine for us, you know,
+ With your airs and stately tread,
+ From your pretty feet to your pretty dress,
+ And up to your ruffled neck, oh, yes,
+ And on to your feathered head.
+
+ So go your way, my Lady Jane,
+ Till you come from Vanity-land again.
+
+
+ To A Little Girl Who Liked To Look In The Glass
+
+ Why is my silly girl so vain,
+ Looking in the glass again?
+ For the meekest flower of spring
+ Is a gayer little thing.
+
+ Is your merry eye so blue
+ As the violet, wet with dew?
+ Yet it loves the best to hide
+ By the hedge's shady side.
+
+ Is your bosom half so fair
+ As the modest lilies are?
+ Yet their little bells are hung
+ Bright and shady leaves among.
+
+ When your cheek the brightest glows,
+ Is it redder than the rose?
+ But its sweetest buds are seen
+ Almost hid with moss and green.
+
+ Little flowers that open gay,
+ Peeping forth at break of day,
+ In the garden, hedge, or plain,
+ Have more reason to be vain.
+
+
+ The Ragged Girl's Sunday
+
+ "Oh, dear Mamma, that little girl
+ Forgets this is the day
+ When children should be clean and neat,
+ And read and learn and pray!
+
+ Her face is dirty and her frock,
+ Holes in her stockings, see;
+ Her hair is such a fright, oh, dear!
+ How wicked she must be!
+
+ She's playing in the kennel dirt
+ With ragged girls and boys;
+ But I would not on Sunday touch
+ My clean and pretty toys.
+
+ I go to church, and sit so still,
+ I in the garden walk,
+ Or take my stool beside the fire,
+ And hear nice Sunday talk.
+
+ I read my bible, learn my hymns,
+ My catechism say;
+ That wicked little girl does not--
+ She only cares to play."
+
+ "Ah! hush that boasting tone, my love,
+ Repress self-glorying pride;
+ You can do nothing of yourself--
+ Friends all your actions guide."
+
+
+ Criminal Pride
+
+ Hark the rustle of a dress
+ Stiff with lavish costliness!
+ Here comes on whose cheek would flush
+ But to have her garment brush
+ 'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin
+ Wove the weary 'broidery in,
+ Bending backward from her toil,
+ Lest her tears the silk might soil,
+ And in midnight's chill and murk,
+ Stitched her life into the work.
+ Little doth the wearer heed
+ Of the heart-break in the brede;
+ A hyena by her side
+ Skulks, down-looking--it is Pride.
+
+ J. R. Lowell
+
+
+ Foolish Fanny
+
+ Oh! Fanny was so vain a lass,
+ If she came near a looking-glass,
+ She'd stop right there for many a minute
+ To see how pretty she looked in it.
+
+ She'd stand and prink, and fix her hair
+ Around her forehead with great care;
+ And take some time to tie a bow
+ That must, to please her, lie just so.
+
+ Her mother's bonnet she'd put on,
+ And all her richest dresses don,
+ And up and down the room parade,
+ And much enjoy her promenade.
+
+ She always liked to wear the best
+ She had, and being so much dress'd
+ Could not enjoy the romps with those
+ Who wore much less expensive clothes.
+
+ Each day she grew so fond of dress
+ It gave her great unhappiness
+ If every day, and all the while,
+ She wasn't in the latest style.
+
+ If asked to turn the jumping-rope
+ Her pretty parasol she'd ope,
+ Lest she should freckle in the sun:
+ And that was her idea of fun!
+
+ She didn't dare to take the cat
+ Or poodle-dog from off the mat,
+ Lest they should catch their little toes
+ In laces, frills, or furbelows.
+
+ The very things that gave her joy,
+ Her peace and comfort would destroy,
+ For oft an ugly nail would tear
+ The costly dress she chose to wear.
+
+ The foolish girl turned up her nose
+ At those who dressed in plainer clothes,
+ And lived in quiet style, for she
+ With wealthy people chose to be
+
+ She never was the least inclined
+ With knowledge to enrich her mind;
+ And all the mental food she ate
+ Was served upon a fashion-plate.
+
+ As this was so, you'll see at once
+ That Fan grew up a silly dunce:
+ An there was nothing to admire
+ About her, but her fine attire.
+
+
+[Illustration: Foolish Fanny.]
+
+
+[Page 63--Pride Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Mr. Importance walking along the street.]
+
+
+ Pride
+
+ Come, come, Mr. Peacock,
+ You must not be so proud,
+ Although you can boast such a train,
+ For there's many a bird
+ Far more highly endowed,
+ And not half so conceited and vain.
+
+ Let me tell you, gay bird,
+ That a suit of fine clothes
+ Is a sorry distinction at most,
+ And seldom much valued
+ Excepting by those
+ Who only such graces can boast.
+
+ The nightingale certainly
+ Wears a plain coat,
+ But she cheers and delights with her song;
+ While you, though so vain,
+ Cannot utter a note
+ To please by the use of your tongue.
+
+ The hawk cannot boast
+ Of a plumage so gay,
+ But more piercing and clear is her eye;
+ And while you are strutting
+ About all the day,
+ She gallantly soars in the sky.
+
+ The dove may be clad
+ In a plainer attire,
+ But she is not so selfish and cold;
+ And her love and affection
+ More pleasure inspire
+ Than all your fine purple and gold.
+
+ So, you see, Mr. Peacock,
+ You must not be proud,
+ Although you can boast such a train,
+ For many a bird
+ Is more highly endowed,
+ And not half so conceited and vain.
+
+
+ Sinful Pride
+
+ How proud we are, how fond to shew
+ Our clothes, and call them rich and new,
+ When the poor sheep and silkworm wore
+ That very clothing long before!
+
+ The tulip and butterfly
+ Appear in gayer coats than I;
+ Let me be dress'd as fine as I will,
+ Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me.
+
+ Dr. Watts
+
+
+ Finery
+
+ In a frock richly trimm'd
+ With a beautiful lace,
+ And hair nicely dress'd
+ Hanging over her face,
+ Thus deck'd, Harriet went
+ To the house of a friend,
+ With a large little party
+ The ev'ning to spend.
+
+ "Ah! how they will all
+ Be delighted, I guess,
+ And stare with surprise
+ At my elegant dress!"
+ Thus said the vain girl,
+ And her little heart beat,
+ Impatient the happy
+ Young party to meet.
+
+ But, alas! they were all
+ To intent on their fun,
+ To observe the gay clothes
+ This fine lady had on;
+ And thus all her trouble
+ Quite lost its design,
+ For they saw she was proud,
+ But forgot she was fine.
+
+ 'Twas Lucy, tho' only
+ In simple white clad,
+ (Nor trimmings, nor laces,
+ Nor jewels she had,)
+ Whose cheerful good nature
+ Delighted them more,
+ Than all the fine garments
+ That Harriet wore.
+
+ 'Tis better to have
+ A sweet smile on one's face,
+ Than to wear a rich frock
+ With an elegant lace,
+ For the good-natur'd girl
+ Is lov'd best in the main,
+ If her dress is but decent,
+ Tho' ever so plain.
+
+ T I
+
+
+ A Fop
+
+ A little cane,
+ A high-crowned hat,
+ A fixed impression,
+ Rather flat.
+
+ A pointed shoe,
+ A scanty coat,
+ A stand-up collar
+ Round his throat
+
+ A gorgeous necktie
+ Spreading wide,
+ A small moustache--
+ Nine on a side.
+
+ Arms at right angles,
+ Curved with ease,
+ A stilted walk
+ And shaky knees.
+
+ A languid drawl,
+ The "English" swing,
+ An air of knowing
+ Everything.
+
+ A vacant stare,
+ Extremely rude,
+ And there you have
+ The perfect dude.
+
+
+ Pride
+
+ Hark the rustle of a dress
+ Stiff with lavish costliness!
+ Here comes on whose cheek would flush
+ But to have her garment brush
+ 'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin
+ Wove the weary 'broidery in,
+ Bending backward from her toil,
+ Lest her tears the silk might soil,
+ And in midnight's chill and murk,
+ Stitched her life into the work.
+ Shaping from her bitter thought,
+ Heart's-ease and forget-me-not,
+ Satirizing her despair
+ With the emblems woven there,
+ Little doth the wearer heed
+ Of the heart-break in the blede;
+ A hyena by her side
+ Skulks, down-looking--it is Pride.
+
+ J. R. Lowell
+
+
+ Vain Lizzie
+
+ It surely is not good to see,
+ Lizzie so full of vanity,
+ So fond of dress and show.
+ For when a fine new frock she wears,
+ She gives herself most silly airs,
+ Wherever she may go.
+
+ She thinks herself a charming girl;
+ But when folks see her twist and twirl,
+ They stop in every street,
+ They smile, or fairly laugh outright,
+ And say: "She's really quite a sight,
+ Was ever such conceit?"
+
+
+[Illustration: Vain Lizzie.]
+
+
+[Page 64--Naughtiness Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Nelly giving Ned her Apple.]
+
+
+ Greedy Ned
+
+ Mamma gave our Nelly an apple,
+ So round, and big, and red;
+ It seemed, beside dainty wee Nelly,
+ To be almost as large as her head.
+
+ Beside her young Neddie was standing--
+ And Neddie loves apples, too,
+ "Ah! Nelly!" said Neddie, "give brother
+ A bite of your apple--ah! do!"
+
+ Dear Nelly held out the big apple;
+ Ned opened his mouth very wide--
+ So wide, that the startled red apple
+ Could almost have gone inside!
+
+ And oh! what a bite he gave it!
+ The apple looked small, I declare,
+ When Ned gave it back to his sister,
+ Leaving that big bite there.
+
+ Poor Nelly looked frightened a moment,
+ Then a thought made her face grow bright;
+ "Here, Ned, you can take the apple--
+ _I'd rather have the bite!_"
+
+ Eva L. Carson, In "St. Nicholas"
+
+
+ The Biggest Piece Of Pie
+
+ Once, when I was a little boy,
+ I sat me down to cry,
+ Because my little brother had
+ The biggest piece of pie.
+
+ They said I was a naughty boy,
+ But I have since seen men
+ Behave themselves as foolishly
+ As I behaved then.
+
+ For we are often thankless for
+ Rich blessings when we sigh,
+ To think some lucky neighbour has
+ A "bigger piece" of pie.
+
+
+ The Greedy, Impatient Girl
+
+ "Oh! I am so hungry,
+ I'm sure I can't wait,
+ For my apple-pudding to cool,
+ So, Mary, be quick now
+ And bring me a plate,
+ For waiting for dinner
+ I always did hate,
+ Tho' forced oft to do it at school.
+
+ "But at home, when mamma
+ Is not in the way,
+ I surely will do as I choose;
+ And I do not care for
+ What you please to say--
+ The pudding won't burn me--
+ No longer I'll stay.
+ What business have you to refuse?"
+
+ And now a large slice
+ Of the pudding she got,
+ And, fearful she should have no more,
+ She cramm'd her mouth full
+ Of the apple so hot,
+ Which had but a minute
+ Come out of the pot,
+ But quickly her triumph was o'er.
+
+ Her mouth and her tongue
+ Were so dreadfully sore,
+ And suffer'd such terrible pain,
+ Her pride and her consequence
+ Soon were all o'er,
+ And she said, now unable
+ To eat any more,
+ "Oh! I never will do so again!"
+
+ And thus, by not minding
+ What she had been told,
+ Young Ellinor lost all her treat;
+ Too greedy to wait
+ Till the pudding was cold,
+ By being impatient,
+ Conceited, and bold,
+ Not a mouthful at last could she eat.
+
+ C. Horwood.
+
+
+ A Story Of An Apple
+
+ Little Tommy, and Peter, and Archie, and Bob
+ Were walking, one day, when they found
+ An apple: 'twas mellow, and rosy, and red,
+ And lying alone on the ground.
+
+ Said Tommy: "I'll have it." Said peter: "'Tis mine."
+ Said Archie: "I've got it; so there!"
+ Said Bobby: "Now, let us divide it in four parts
+ And each of us boys have a share."
+
+ "No, no!" shouted Tommy, "I'll have it myself."
+ Said Peter: "I want it, I say."
+ Said Archie: "I've got it, and I'll have it all,
+ I won't give a morsel away."
+
+ Then Tommy he snatched it, and Peter he fought,
+ ('Tis sad and distressing to tell!)
+ And Archie held on with his might and his main,
+ Till out from his fingers it fell.
+
+ Away from the quarrelsome urchins it flew
+ And then, down a green little hill
+ That apple it roll'd, and it roll'd, and it roll'd
+ As if it would never be still.
+
+ A lazy old brindle was nipping the grass,
+ And switching her tail at the flies,
+ When all of a sudden the apple rolled down
+ And stopped just in front of her eyes.
+
+ She gave but a bite and a swallow or two--
+ That apple was seen nevermore!
+ "I wish," whimpered Archie, and Peter, and Tom,
+ "We'd kept it and cut it in four."
+
+ Sydney Dyer
+
+
+ Greedy Richard
+
+ "I think I want some pies this morning"
+ Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
+ So down he threw his slate and books,
+ And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's.
+
+ And there he cast his greedy eyes
+ Round on the jellies and the pies,
+ So to select, with anxious care,
+ The very nicest that was there.
+
+ At last the point was thus decided:
+ As his opinion was divided
+ 'Twixt pie and jelly, he was loth
+ Either to leave, so took them both.
+
+ Now Richard never could be pleas'd
+ To stop when hunger was appeas'd,
+ But he'd go on to eat and stuff,
+ Long after he had had enough.
+
+ "I shan't take any more," said Dick,
+ "Dear me, I feel extremely sick:
+ I cannot eat this other bit;
+ I wish I had not tasted it."
+
+ Then slowly rising from his seat,
+ He threw the cheesecake in the street,
+ And left the tempting pastry-cook's
+ With very discontented looks.
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+[Page 65--Greediness Land]
+
+
+ The Plum Cake
+
+ "Oh! I've got a plum cake,
+ And a rare feast I'll make,
+ I'll eat, and I'll stuff, and I'll cram;
+ Morning, noontime, and night,
+ It shall be my delight;--
+ What a happy young fellow I am."
+
+ Thus said little George,
+ And, beginning to gorge,
+ With zeal to his cake he applied;
+ While fingers and thumbs,
+ For the sweetmeats and plums,
+ Were hunting and digging besides.
+
+ But, woeful to tell,
+ A misfortune befell,
+ Which ruin'd this capital fun!
+ After eating his fill,
+ He was taken so ill,
+ That he trembled for what he had done.
+
+ As he grew worse and worse,
+ The doctor and nurse,
+ To cure his disorder were sent;
+ And rightly, you'll think,
+ He had physic to drink,
+ Which made him his folly repent.
+
+ And while on his bed
+ He roll'd his hot head,
+ Impatient with sickness and pain;
+ He could not but take
+ This reproof from his cake,
+ "Don't be such a glutton again!"
+
+
+ Another Plum Cake
+
+ "Oh! I've got a plum cake,
+ And a feast let us make,
+ Come, school-fellows, come at my call;
+ I assure you 'tis nice,
+ And we'll each have a slice,
+ Here's more than enough for us all."
+
+ Thus said little Jack,
+ As he gave it a smack,
+ And sharpen'd his knife for the job!
+ While round him a troop,
+ Formed a clamorous group,
+ And hail'd him the king of the mob.
+
+ With masterly strength
+ He cut thro' it at length,
+ And gave to each playmate a share;
+ Dick, William, and James,
+ And many more names,
+ Partook of his benevolent care.
+
+ And when it was done,
+ And they'd finish'd their fun,
+ To marbles or hoop they went back,
+ And each little boy
+ Felt it always a joy
+ To do a good turn for good Jack.
+
+ In his task and his book,
+ His best pleasures he took,
+ And as he thus wisely began,
+ Since he's been a man grown,
+ He has constantly shown
+ That a good boy will make a good man.
+
+ Ann Taylor
+
+
+ The Great Glutton
+
+ 'Twas the voice of the glutton,
+ I heard him complain:
+ My waistcoat unbutton,
+ I'll eat once again.
+
+
+ The Glutton
+
+ The voice of the glutton
+ I heard with disdain--
+ "I've not eaten this hour,
+ I must eat again;
+ Oh! give me a pudding,
+ A pie, or a tart,
+ A duck or a fowl,
+ Which I love from my heart.
+
+ "How sweet is the picking
+ Of capon or chicken!
+ A turkey and chine
+ Are most charming and fine;
+ To eat and to drink
+ All my pleasure is still,
+ I care not who wants
+ So that I have my fill."
+
+ Oh! let me not be,
+ Like a glutton, inclined
+ In feasting my body
+ And starving my mind,
+ With moderate viands
+ Be thankful, and pray
+ That the Lord may supply me
+ With food the next day.
+
+ Not always a-craving
+ With hunger still raving;
+ But little and sweet
+ Be the food that I eat.
+ To learning and wisdom
+ Oh let me apply.
+ And leave to the glutton
+ His pudding and pie.
+
+ J. Taylor
+
+
+ Selfish Edith
+
+ Selfish Edith, not to give
+ Her sister one, when she has two!
+ I wouldn't and I couldn't love
+ A selfish girl like her, could you?
+
+ Hear Bessie ask in plaintive tone,
+ "Please, Edith, let me play with one!"
+ While naughty Edith shakes her head:
+ I fear she'll have but little fun
+
+ With toys unshared so selfishly;
+ But when she tires of lonely play,
+ Perhaps she'll secretly resolve
+ To be more kind another day.
+
+
+ Hoggish Henry
+
+ Oh! Henry eats like any pig;
+ He drives his mother mad.
+ She scolds. He does not care a fig,
+ It's really very sad.
+
+ She says: "Your sister, little dear,
+ Is always clean and neat;
+ And though she's younger by a year,
+ How nicely she can eat."
+
+ It's all in vain. He does not care;
+ He's shocking to behold.
+ The table-cloth and napkin there
+ Are smeared in every fold.
+
+ Upon the floor, crumbs thickly lie,
+ As though for chickens laid,
+ Around his mouth and nose, oh fie!
+ Is dirt of every shade.
+
+ He looks, bedaubed with smear and stain,
+ Just like some savage wild,
+ His hands as forks are used, it's plain.
+ For shame! You dirty child!
+
+
+ Selfishness
+
+ Look at the selfish man! see how he locks
+ Tight in his arms his mortgages and stocks!
+ While deeds and titles in his hand he grasps,
+ And gold and silver close around he clasps.
+ But not content with this, behind he drags
+ A cart well-laden with ponderous bags;
+ The orphan's wailings, and the widow's woe
+ From mercy's fountain cause no tears to flow;
+ He pours no cordial in the wounds of pain;
+ Unlocks no prison, and unclasps no chain;
+ His heart is like the rock where sun nor dew
+ Can rear one plant or flower of heavenly hue.
+ No thought of mercy there may have its birth,
+ For helpless misery or suffering worth;
+ The end of all his life is paltry pelf,
+ And all his thoughts are centred on--himself:
+ The wretch of both worlds; for so mean a sum,
+ First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our selfish Brother who became a Screw.]
+
+
+[Page 66--Lying Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Bad Boy blaming dog for Broken Vase.]
+
+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.
+
+
+ Truthful Dottie; Or The Broken Vase
+
+ Nellie and Dottie
+ Both here mamma say,
+ "Pray from the drawing-room
+ Keep away.
+
+ Don't take your toys there,
+ Lest someone should call:
+ Run out in the garden
+ With rope, bat and ball."
+
+ The garden is lovely,
+ This bright summer day;
+ But Nellie and Dottie
+ Too soon came away.
+
+ Into the drawing-room
+ Dottie comes skipping,
+ With her new rope
+ All the furniture flipping:
+
+ Down goes the tall vase,
+ So golden and gay,
+ Smashed all to pieces,
+ "What will mamma say?"
+
+ Cries Nell with her hands raised,
+ "Oh Dottie, let's run;
+ They'll think it was pussy,
+ Who did it in fun."
+
+ Dot answers, through big tears,
+ "But, Nell, don't you see,
+ Though nobody watched us,
+ God knows it was me.
+
+ Mamma always says,
+ That, whatever we do,
+ The harm's not so great,
+ If we dare to be true.
+
+ So I'll go up and tell her
+ It caught in my rope;
+ Perhaps she won't scold much,
+ At least, so I'll hope."
+
+ "That's right!" cries her mother,
+ Who stands by the door,
+ "I would rather have ten vases
+ Were smashed on the floor
+
+ Than my children should once break
+ The bright words of truth,
+ The dearest possession
+ Of age or of youth.
+
+ The vase can be mended,
+ And scarce show a crack,
+ But a falsehood once spoken
+ Will never come back."
+
+ However much grieved for
+ By young folks or old,
+ An untruth once uttered,
+ Forever is told.
+
+
+ The Liar Reclaimed
+
+ O! 'tis a lovely thing for youth
+ To walk betimes in wisdom's way;
+ To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
+ That we may trust to all they say.
+
+ But liars we can never trust,
+ Tho' they should speak the thing that's true,
+ And he that does one fault at first,
+ And lies to hide it, makes it two.
+
+
+ The Truth
+
+ Why should you fear the truth to tell?
+ Does falsehood ever do you so well?
+ Can you be satisfied to know
+ There's something wrong to hide below
+ No! let your fault be what it may,
+ To own it is the happy way.
+
+ So long as you your crime conceal,
+ You cannot light or gladsome feel;
+ Your heart will ever feel oppressed,
+ As if a weight were on your breast:
+ And e'en your mother's eye to meet
+ Will tinge your face with shame and heat.
+
+
+ False Alarms
+
+ Little Mary one day most loudly did call,
+ "Mamma! oh, mamma, pray come here!
+ A fall I have had--oh! a very sad fall."
+ Mamma ran in haste and in fear;
+ Then Mary jump'd up, and she laugh'd in great glee,
+ And cried, "Why, how fast you can run!
+ No harm has befallen, I assure you, to me,
+ My screaming was only in fun."
+
+ Her mother was busy at work the next day,
+ She heard from without a loud cry,
+ "The big dog has got me! O help me! Oh! pray!
+ He tears me--he bites me--I die!"
+ Mamma, all in terror, quick to the court
+ And there little Mary she found;
+ Who, laughing, said, "Madam, pray how do you do!"
+ And curtsey'd quite down to the ground.
+
+ That night little Mary, when long gone to bed,
+ Shrill cries and loud shriekings were heard;
+ "I'm on fire, O mamma, come up or I'm dead!"
+ Mamma she believ'd not a word.
+ "Sleep, sleep, naughty child," she call'd out from below,
+ "How often have I been deceived?
+ You're telling a story, you very well know:
+ Go to sleep, for you can't be believed."
+
+ Yet still the child scream'd--now the house fill'd with smoke.
+ That fire is above Jane declares.
+ Alas! Mary's words they soon found were no joke,
+ When ev'ryone hastened upstairs.
+ All burnt and all seam'd is her once pretty face,
+ And how terribly mark'd are her arms,
+ Her features all scarr'd, leave a lasting disgrace,
+ For giving Mamma false alarms.
+
+ Adelaide Taylor
+
+
+ To A Little Girl That Has Told A Lie
+
+ And has my darling told a lie?
+ Did she forget that God was by?
+ That God who saw the thing she did,
+ From whom no action can be hid;
+ Did she forget that God could see,
+ And hear, wherever she might be?
+
+ He made you eyes and can discern
+ Whichever way you think to turn;
+ He made your ears, and He can hear
+ When you think nobody is near;
+ In ev'ry place, by night or day,
+ He watches all you do and say.
+
+ You thought, because you were alone,
+ Your falsehood never could be known,
+ But liars always are found out,
+ Whatever ways they wind about;
+ And always be afraid, my dear,
+ To tell a lie,--for God can hear!
+
+ I wish, my dear, you'd always try
+ To act as shall not need a lie;
+ And when you wish a thing to do,
+ That has been once forbidden to you,
+ Remember that, and never dare
+ To disobey--For God is there!
+
+ Why should you fear to tell me true?
+ Confess, and then I'll pardon you:
+ Tell me you're sorry, and you'll try
+ To act the better by and bye,
+ And then whate'er your crime has been,
+ It won't be half so great a sin.
+
+ But cheerful, innocent, and gay,
+ As passes by the smiling day,
+ You'll never have to turn aside,
+ From any one your faults to hide;
+ Nor heave a sigh, nor have a fear,
+ That either God or I should hear.
+
+ Ann Taylor
+
+
+[Illustration: Blind Man reading to the Deaf and Dumb Man.]
+
+The Blind Man reading to the Deaf and Dumb Man after business hours,
+and their wicked Dog looking out.
+
+
+[Page 67--Laziness Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Naughty lazy Boy who would not go to School.]
+
+
+ Idle Mary
+
+ Oh, Mary, this will never do!
+ This work is sadly done, my dear,
+ And such little of it too!
+ You have not taken pains, I fear.
+
+ On no, your work has been forgotten,
+ Indeed you've hardly thought of that;
+ I saw you roll your ball of cotton
+ About the floor to please the cat.
+
+ See, here are stitches straggling wide,
+ And others reaching down so far;
+ I'm very sure you have not tried
+ At all to-day to please mamma.
+
+ The little girl who will not sew
+ Should never be allowed to play;
+ But then I hope, my love, that you
+ Will take more pains another day.
+
+
+ Lazy Sal
+
+ A lazy, lazy, lazy girl!
+ Her hair forever out of curl,
+ Her feet unshod, her hands unclean,
+ Her dress in tatters always seen.
+
+ Lounging here and dawdling there,
+ Lying out 'most anywhere
+ About the barn-yard. Not a thought
+ Of studying lessons as she ought;
+
+ But happiest when in sunny weather
+ She and "the other pig" together
+ Are playing tricks. No wonder, then,
+ The farmer, jolliest of men,
+
+ Is apt to say, when tired out
+ With seeing her sprawling round about,
+ "Beats all what ails that lazy gal!
+ Why, piggy's twice as smart as Sal!"
+
+
+ The Work-bag
+
+ To Jane her aunt a work-bag gave,
+ Of silk with flowers so gay,
+ That she a place might always have
+ To put her work away.
+
+ And then 'twas furnished quite complete
+ With cotton, silk and thread,
+ And needless in a case so neat,
+ Of all the sizes made.
+
+ A little silver thimble, too,
+ Was there among the rest;
+ And a large waxen doll, quite new,
+ That waited to be dress'd.
+
+ But Jane was very fond of play,
+ And loved to toss her ball;
+ An I am quite ashamed to say,
+ She scarcely worked at all.
+
+ But if at any time she did,
+ 'Twas but a stitch or two;
+ And though she often has been bid,
+ But little more would do.
+
+ The pretty little bag, indeed,
+ Was hung upon her chair;
+ But cotton, needles, silk, and thread
+ Were scattered here and there.
+
+ Her aunt, by chance, came in that day,
+ And asked if the doll was dress'd;
+ Miss Jane has been engaged in play,
+ And careless of the rest.
+
+ The silk, to make her little dress,
+ Was on the table laid,
+ And, with an equal carelessness,
+ The cap had also strayed.
+
+ With gauze and lace the floor was strewed,
+ All in disorder lay,
+ When, bounding in with gesture rude,
+ Came Jane, returned from play.
+
+ She little thought her aunt to find,
+ And blushed to see her there;
+ It brought her carelessness to mind,
+ And what her doll should wear.
+
+ "Well, Jane, and where's your doll, my dear?
+ I hope you've dress'd her now;
+ But there is such a litter here,
+ You best know when and how."
+
+ So spoke her aunt, and, looking round
+ The empty bag she spied;
+ Poor Jane, who no excuse had found,
+ Now hid her face and cried.
+
+ "Since," said her aunt, "no work, you do,
+ But waste your time in play;
+ The work-bag, of no use to you,
+ I now shall take away."
+
+ But now, with self-conviction, Jane
+ Her idleness confessed,
+ And ere her aunt could come again,
+ Her doll was neatly dressed.
+
+
+ The Two Gardens
+
+ When Harry and Dick
+ Had been striving to please,
+ Their father (to whom it was known)
+ Made two little gardens,
+ And stocked them with trees,
+ And gave one to each for his own.
+
+ Harry thank'd his papa,
+ And with rake, hoe, and spade,
+ Directly began his employ;
+ And soon such a neat
+ Little garden was made,
+ That he panted with labour and joy.
+
+ There was always some bed
+ Or some border to mend,
+ Or something to tie or stick:
+ And Harry rose early
+ His garden to tend,
+ While snoring lay indolent Dick.
+
+ The tulip, the rose,
+ And the lily so white,
+ United their beautiful bloom!
+ And often the honey-bee
+ Stoop'd from his flight,
+ To sip the delicious perfume.
+
+ A neat row of peas
+ In full blossom was seen,
+ French beans were beginning to shoot!
+ And his gooseb'ries and currents,
+ Tho' yet they were green,
+ Foretold of plenty of fruit.
+
+ But Richard loved better
+ In bed to repose,
+ And snug as he curl'd himself round,
+ Forgot that not tulip,
+ Nor lily, nor rose,
+ Nor plant in his garden was found.
+
+ Rank weeds and tall nettles
+ Disfigur'd his beds,
+ Nor cabbage nor lettuce was seen,
+ The slug and the snail
+ Show'd their mischievous heads,
+ And eat ev'ry leaf that was green.
+
+ Thus Richard the idle,
+ Who shrank from the cold,
+ Beheld his trees naked and bare;
+ Whilst Harry the active
+ Was charmed to behold
+ The fruit of his patience and care.
+
+ Ann Taylor.
+
+
+ Doing Nothing
+
+ I asked a lad what he was doing;
+ "Nothing, good sir," said he to me.
+ "By nothing well and long pursuing,
+ Nothing," said I, "you'll surely be."
+
+ I asked a lad what he was thinking;
+ "Nothing," said he. "I do declare."
+ "Many," said I, "in vile inns drinking,
+ By idle minds were carried there."
+
+ There's nothing great, there's nothing wise,
+ Which idle hands and minds supply;
+ Those who all thought and toil despise,
+ Mere nothings live, and nothings die.
+
+ A thousand naughts are not a feather,
+ When in a sum they all are brought;
+ A thousand idle lads together
+ Are still but nothings joined to naught.
+
+ And yet of merit they will boast,
+ And sometimes pompous seem, and haughty,
+ But still 'tis very plain to most,
+ That "nothing" boys are mostly naughty.
+
+
+[Page 68--Laziness Land]
+
+
+ Lazy Sam
+
+ There was a lazy boy named Sam,
+ The laziest ever known,
+ Who spent his time in idleness,
+ Like any other drone.
+ He loved to lie in bed till noon,
+ With covers closely drawn,
+ And when he managed to get up
+ He'd yawn, and yawn, and yawn.
+
+ If asked to do a simple task
+ He always would refuse,
+ And say that he was lame or sick,
+ His action to excuse,
+ And over pretty picture-books--
+ Twas really very odd--
+ This lazy boy would soon begin
+ To nod, and nod, and nod.
+
+ If on an errand forced to go,
+ He'd slowly, slowly creep,
+ Just like a snail; you might suppose
+ That he was half asleep.
+ And those who would despatch in haste
+ A note, or telegram,
+ Would chose a swifter messenger
+ Than such a lazy Sam.
+
+ If he was caught out in a storm
+ 'Twould drench him to the skin,
+ Because he was too indolent
+ To hurry to get in.
+ Deep in his trouser's pockets he
+ His idle hands would cram,
+ And children crowded to the doors
+ To look at lazy Sam.
+
+ This lazy boy would lounge about
+ The docks, and often wish
+ That he could carry home to cook
+ A string of nice, fresh fish;
+ But though he was provided with
+ A reel extremely fine,
+ Said Sam "I do not think 'twill pay
+ To wet my fishing line!"
+
+ Oh, Sam was always late at meals,
+ And always late at school,
+ And everybody said that he
+ Would be a first-class fool.
+ For boys not half so old as he
+ Above him swiftly pass,
+ While Sam, the great big dunce! remains
+ The lowest in the class.
+
+ In every way, and every day
+ This lazy boy would shirk,
+ And never lift his hand to do
+ A bit of useful work.
+ His clothes were always on awry,
+ His shoe-strings left untied,
+ His hair uncombed, his teeth uncleaned,
+ Alas, he had no pride!
+
+ And so he went from bad to worse--
+ The good-for-nothing scamp!--
+ Until he settled down to be
+ A ragged, dirty tramp.
+ Through cities, towns, and villages,
+ He begged his daily bread,
+ And slept at night wherever he
+ Could chance to find a bed.
+
+ Men shuddered as they passed him by,
+ And murmured sadly, "Oh!
+ How can a human being sink
+ So very, very low?"
+ And e'en the jackass pricks his ears,
+ And brays aloud "I am
+ Not such a donkey, I declare
+ As yonder lazy Sam!"
+
+
+ The Beggar Man
+
+ Abject, stooping, old, and wan,
+ See you wretched beggar-man;
+ Once a father's hopeful heir,
+ Once a mother's tender care.
+ When too young to understand,
+ He but scorched his little hand,
+ By the candle's flaming light
+ Attracted--dancing, spiral, bright.
+ Clasping fond her darling round,
+ A thousand kisses healed the wound,
+ Now abject, stooping, old and wan,
+ No mother tends the beggar-man.
+
+ Then nought too good for him to wear,
+ With cherub face and flaxen hair,
+ In fancy's choicest gauds arrayed,
+ Cap of lace with rose to aid,
+ Milk-white hat and feather blue,
+ Shoes of red, and coral too,
+ With silver bells to please his ear,
+ And charm the frequent ready tear.
+ Now abject, stooping, old, and wan,
+ Neglected is the beggar-man.
+
+ See the boy advance in age,
+ And learning spreads her useful page;
+ In vain! for giddy pleasure calls,
+ And shows the marbles, tops, and balls,
+ What's learning to the charms of play?
+ The indulgent tutor must give way.
+ A heedless, wilful dunce, and wild,
+ The parents' fondness spoil'd the child;
+ The youth in vagrant courses ran;
+ Now abject, stooping, old, and wan,
+ Their fondling is the beggar-man.
+
+ Lamb
+
+
+ Good-for-nothing Lazy Man
+
+ A good for nothing lazy lout,
+ Wicked within and ragged without.
+ Who can bear to have him about?
+ Turn him out! Turn him out!
+
+
+ The Old Beggar Man
+
+ I see an old man sitting there,
+ His withered limbs are almost bare,
+ And very hoary is his hair.
+
+ Old man, why are you sitting so?
+ For very cold the wind doth blow:
+ Why don't you to your cottage go?
+
+ Ah, master, in the world so wide,
+ I have no home wherein to hide,
+ No comfortable fire-side.
+
+ When I, like you, was young and gay,
+ I'll tell you what I used to say,
+ That I would nothing do but play.
+
+ And so, instead of being taught
+ Some useful business as I ought,
+ To play about was all I sought.
+
+ An now that I am old and grey,
+ I wander on my lonely way,
+ And beg my bread from day to day.
+
+ But oft I shake my hoary head,
+ And many a bitter tear I shed,
+ To think the useless life I've led.
+
+ J. T.
+
+
+ Lazyland
+
+ Three travellers wandered along the strand,
+ Each with a staff in his feeble hand;
+ And they chanted low:
+ "We are go-o-o-
+ Ing slow-o-ow-
+ Ly to Lazyland.
+
+ "They've left off eating and drinking there;
+ They never do any thinking there;
+ They never walk,
+ And they never talk,
+ And they fall asleep without winking there.
+
+ "Nobody's in a hurry there;
+ They are not permitted to worry there;
+ 'Tis a wide, still place
+ And not a face
+ Shows any symptom of flurry there.
+
+ "No bells are rung in the morning there,
+ They care not at all for adorning there;
+ All sounds are hushed,
+ And a man who rushed
+ Would be treated with absolute scorning there.
+
+ "They do not take any papers there;
+ No politicians cut capers there;
+ They have no 'views,'
+ And they tell no news,
+ And they burn no midnight tapers there.
+
+ "No lovers are ever permitted there;
+ Reformers are not admitted there;
+ They argue not
+ In that peaceful spot,
+ And their clothes all come ready-fitted there.
+
+ "Electricity has not been heard of there;
+ And steam has been spoken no word of there;
+ They stay where they are,
+ And a coach or a car
+ They have not so much as a third of there.
+
+ "Oh, this world is a truly crazy land;
+ A worrying, hurrying, mazy land;
+ We cannot stay,
+ We must find the way--
+ If there is a way--to Lazyland."
+
+
+[Illustration: Two Donkeys.]
+
+
+[Page 69--Laziness Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Lazy Willie getting out of Bed.]
+
+
+ Lazy Willie
+
+ Oh! Willie is a lazy boy,
+ A "Sleepy Head" is he,
+ "Wake up!" his little sister cries,
+ "Wake up and talk to me."
+
+ The birds are singing in the trees,
+ The sun is shining bright,
+ But sleepy Willie slumbers on
+ As though it yet were night.
+
+ Oh! lazy boys will never grow
+ To clever manhood, you must know,
+ So lift your eyelids, sleepy head,
+ Wake up, and scramble out of bed.
+
+
+ The Lazy Boy
+
+ The lazy boy! and what's his name?
+ I should not like to tell;
+ But don't you think it is a shame,
+ That he can't read or spell.
+
+ He'd rather swing upon a gate,
+ Or paddle in a brook,
+ Than take his pencil and his slate,
+ Or try to con a book.
+
+ There, see! he's lounging down the street,
+ His hat without a brim,
+ He rather drags than lifts his feet--
+ His face unwashed and grim.
+
+ He's lolling now against a post;
+ But if you've seen him once,
+ You'll know the lad among a host
+ For what he is--a dunce.
+
+ Don't ask me what's the urchin's name;
+ I do not choose to tell;
+ But this you'll know--it is the same
+ As his who does not blush for shame
+ That he don't read or spell.
+
+
+ The Sluggard
+
+ 'Tis the voice of the sluggard;
+ I heard him complain,
+ "You have waked me too soon,
+ I must slumber again."
+ As the door on it's hinges,
+ So he on his bed
+ Turns his sides, and his shoulders,
+ And his heavy head.
+
+ "A little more sleep
+ And a little more slumber;"
+ Thus he wastes half his days
+ And his hours without number,
+ And when he gets up
+ He sits folding his hands,
+ Or walking about sauntering,
+ Or trifling he stands.
+
+ I pass'd by his garden,
+ And saw the wild brier,
+ The thorn and the thistle
+ Grow broader and higher;
+ The clothes that hung on him
+ Are turning to rags,
+ And his money still wastes
+ Till he starves or he begs.
+
+ I made him a visit,
+ Still hoping to find
+ That he took better care
+ For improving his mind;
+ He told me his dreams,
+ Talked of eating and drinking,
+ But he scarce reads his Bible,
+ And never loves thinking.
+
+ Said I then to my heart,
+ "Here's a lesson for me;
+ This man's but a picture
+ Of what I might be;
+ But thanks to my friends
+ For their care in my breeding,
+ Who taught me bedtimes
+ To love working and reading."
+
+ Watts
+
+
+ Idle Dicky And The Goat
+
+ John Brown is a man
+ Without houses or lands,
+ Himself he supports
+ By the work of his hands.
+ He brings home his wages
+ Each Saturday night,
+ To his wife and his children,
+ A very good sight.
+
+ His eldest boy, Dicky,
+ On errands when sent,
+ To loiter and chatter
+ Was very much bent;
+ The neighbours all call'd him
+ An odd little trout,
+ His shoes they were broke,
+ And his toes they peep'd out.
+
+ To see such old shoes
+ All their sorrows were rife;
+ John Brown he much grieved,
+ And so did his wife,
+ He kiss'd his boy Dicky,
+ And stroked his white head,
+ "You shall have a new pair,
+ My dear boy," he then said.
+
+ "I've here twenty shillings,
+ And money has wings;
+ Go first get this note changed,
+ I want other things."
+ Now here comes the mischief--
+ This Dicky would stop
+ At an ill-looking, mean-looking
+ Greengrocer's shop.
+
+ For here lived a chattering
+ Dunce of a boy;
+ To prate with this urchin
+ Gave Dicky great joy.
+ And now, in his boasting,
+ He shows him his note,
+ And now to the green-stall
+ Up marches a goat.
+
+ The laughed, for it was
+ This young nanny-goat's way
+ With those who pass'd by her
+ To gambol and play.
+ All three they went on
+ In their frolicsome bouts,
+ Till Dick dropt the note
+ On a bunch of green sprouts.
+
+ Now what was Dick's wonder
+ To see the vile goat,
+ In munching the green sprouts,
+ Eat up his bank note!
+ He crying ran back
+ To John Brown with the news,
+ And by stopping to idle
+ He lost his new shoes.
+
+ Adelaide Taylor
+
+
+ Idleness and Mischief
+
+ How doth the little busy bee
+ Improve each shining hour,
+ And gather honey all the day
+ From every opening flower.
+
+ How skilfully she builds her cell;
+ How neat she spreads the wax;
+ And labours hard to store it well;
+ With the sweet food she makes.
+
+ In works of labour or of skill
+ I would be busy too;
+ For Satan finds some mischief still
+ For idle hands to do.
+
+ In books, or work, or healthful play
+ Let my first years be passed;
+ That I may give you every day
+ Some good account at last.
+
+ Watts
+
+
+ Come and Go.
+
+ Dick Dawdle had land
+ Worth two hundred a year,
+ Yet from debt and from dunning
+ He never was free,
+ His intellect was not
+ Surprisingly clear,
+ But he never felt satisfied
+ How it could be.
+
+ The raps at his door,
+ And the rings at his gate.
+ And the threats of a gaol
+ He no longer could bear:
+ So he made up his mind
+ To sell half his estate,
+ Which would pay all his debts,
+ And leave something to spare.
+
+ He leased to a farmer
+ The rest of his land
+ For twenty-one years;
+ And on each quarter-day
+ The honest man went
+ With his rent in his hand,
+ His liberal landlord
+ Delighted to pay.
+
+ Before half the term
+ Of the lease had expired,
+ The farmer, one day
+ With a bagful of gold,
+ Said, "Pardon me, sir,
+ But I long have desired
+ To purchase my farm,
+ If the land can be sold.
+
+ "Ten years I've been blest
+ With success and with health,
+ With trials a few--
+ I thank God, not severe--
+ I am grateful. I hope,
+ Though not proud of my wealth,
+ But I've managed to lay
+ By a hundred a year."
+
+ "Why how," exclaimed Dick,
+ "Can this possibly be?"
+ (With a stare of surprise,
+ And a mortified laugh,)
+ "The whole of my farm
+ Proved too little for me,
+ And you it appears,
+ Have grown rich upon half."
+
+ "I hope you'll excuse me,"
+ The farmer replies,
+ "But I'll tell you the cause,
+ If your honor would know;
+ In two little words
+ All the difference lies,
+ I always say Come,
+ And you used to say Go."
+
+ "Well, and what does that mean,
+ My good fellow?" he said.
+ "Why this, sir, that I
+ Always rise with the sun;
+ You said 'Go' to your man,
+ As you lay in your bed,
+ I say 'Come, Jack, with me,'
+ And I see the work done."
+
+ R. S. Sharpe
+
+
+[Page 70--Cruelty Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Tables Turned--Dogs setting Boys to fighting.]
+
+The Tables turned--Instead of the Bad Boys setting the poor Dogs
+fighting, the bad Dogs are setting the poor Boys fighting.
+
+
+ The Cruel Boy
+
+ Tom sat at the kitchen window
+ Watching the folks go by,
+ But what he was really doing
+ Was pulling the legs from a fly.
+
+ Yes, there he sat in the twilight,
+ Tormenting the tiny things;
+ First pulling their legs from their sockets,
+ And afterwards pulling their wings.
+
+ He knew not that his father
+ Was standing behind his back;
+ And very much wished to be giving
+ His cruel young fingers a crack.
+
+ But he waited till after dinner,
+ When Tommy was having a game;
+ Then he thought he would give him a lesson,
+ And treat him a little the same.
+
+ So catching his son of a sudden,
+ And giving his elbow a twist;
+ He pulled his two ears till he shouted,
+ Then hit him quite hard with his fist.
+
+ And did he not roll on the carpet?
+ And did he not cry out in pain?
+ But, when he cried out "Oh, you hurt me!"
+ His father would hit him again.
+
+ "Why, Tom, all this is quite jolly,
+ You don't seem to like it, my boy;
+ And yet, when you try it on others,
+ You always are singing with joy;
+
+ "It seems very strange," said his father,
+ And this time his nose had a pull;
+ But Tommy could stand it no longer;
+ He bellowed and roared like a bull.
+
+ "Hush! hush! while I pull your right leg off,
+ And scrape off the flesh from your shin;
+ What you often yourself do to others,
+ Sure you do not think harm or a sin.
+
+ "Now, Tommy, my boy," said his father,
+ "You'll leave these poor things alone,
+ If not, I go on with my lesson."
+ "I will," cried poor Tom, with a groan.
+
+ But hark! from the woodlands the sound of a gun,
+ The wounded bird flutters and dies;
+ Where can be the pleasure for nothing but fun,
+ To shoot the poor thing as it flies?
+
+ Or you, Mr. Butcher, and Fisherman, you
+ May follow your trades, I must own:
+ So chimneys are swept when they want it--but who
+ Would sweep them for pleasure alone?
+
+ If men would but think of the torture they give
+ To creatures that cannot complain,
+ They surely would let the poor animals live,
+ And not make a sport of their pain.
+
+
+ The Worm
+
+ Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,
+ Nor crush that helpless worm
+ The frame thy wayward looks decide
+ Required a God to form.
+
+ The common Lord of all that move,
+ From whom thy being flow'd,
+ A portion of His boundless love
+ On that poor worm bestow'd.
+
+ The sun, the moon, the stars He made
+ To all the creatures free;
+ And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade
+ For worms as well as thee.
+
+ Let them enjoy their little day,
+ Their lowly bliss receive;
+ Oh, do not lightly take away
+ The life thou canst not give.
+
+ Gisborne
+
+
+ Story Of Cruel Frederick
+
+ Here is cruel Frederick, see!
+ A horrid wicked boy was he:
+ He caught the flies, poor little things,
+ And tore off their tiny wings;
+
+ He kill'd the birds, and broke the chairs,
+ And threw the kitten down the stairs;
+ And Oh! far worse than all beside,
+ He whipp'd his Mary till she cried.
+
+ The trough was full, and faithful Tray
+ Came out to drink one sultry day;
+ He wagg'd his tail, and wet his lip,
+ When cruel Fred snatch'd up a whip,
+ And whipp'd poor Tray till he was sore,
+ And kick'd and whipp'd him more and more.
+
+ At this, good Tray grew very red,
+ And growl'd and bit him till he bled;
+ Then you should only have been by,
+ To see how Fred did scream and cry!
+
+ So Frederick had to go to bed,
+ His leg was very sore and red!
+ The doctor came and shook his head
+ And made a very great to-do,
+ And gave him nasty physic too.
+
+
+ Don't Throw Stones
+
+ Boys, don't throw stones!
+ That kitten on the wall,
+ Sporting with leaves that fall,
+ Now jumping to and fro,
+ Now crouching soft and low,
+ Then grasps them with a spring,
+ As if some living thing.
+ As happy as can be,
+ Why cause her misery?
+ It is foolish stones to fling
+ Boys, do as you'd be done by.
+
+ Boys, don't throw stones!
+ That squirrel in the tree,
+ Frisking in fun and glee,
+ Is busy in his way,
+ Although it looks all play,
+ Picking up nuts--a store
+ Against the winter hour
+ Frisking from tree to tree,
+ So blithe and merrily,
+ It is cruel stones to fling,
+ Boys, do as you'd be done by.
+
+ Boys, don't throw stones!
+ That bird upon the wing,
+ How sweet its song this Spring,
+ Perchance it seeks the food,
+ To feed its infant brood,
+ Whose beaks are open wide,
+ Until they are supplied;
+ To and fro to and fro,
+ The parent bird must go.
+ It is sinful stones to throw
+ Boys, do as you'd be done by.
+
+ Boys, don't throw stones!
+ That stray dog in the street,
+ Should with your pity meet,
+ And not with shout and cry,
+ And brick-bat whirling by:
+ The dog's a friend to man,
+ Outvie him if you can:
+ So faithful, trusty, true,
+ A pattern unto you;
+ It is wicked stones to throw,
+ Boys, do as you'd be done by.
+
+ Boys, don't throw stones!
+ It can no pleasure give
+ To injure things that live;
+ That beauteous butterfly,
+ The bird that soars on high,
+ The creatures every day
+ That round our pathway play;
+ If you thought of your cruelty;
+ You wouldn't wish even one to die.
+ Only cowards stones will throw
+ Boys, do as you'd be done by.
+
+
+[Illustration: Tables Turned--Dogs beating the poor Boy.]
+
+Instead of the Bad Boys Beating the Poor Dog, the Bad Dogs are beating
+the poor Boy.
+
+
+[Page 71--Stealing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Boys caught Stealing Apples.]
+
+
+ No One Will See Me
+
+ "No one will see me,"
+ Said little John Day,
+ For his father and mother
+ Were out of the way,
+ And he was at home
+ All alone;
+
+ "No one will see me,"
+ So he climbed on a chair,
+ And peeped in the cupboard
+ To see what was there,
+ Which of course he ought
+ Not to have done.
+
+ There stood in the cupboard,
+ So sweet and so nice,
+ A plate of plum-cake
+ In full many a slice,
+ And apples so ripe,
+ And so fine;
+
+ "Now no one will see me,"
+ Said John to himself,
+ As he stretched out his arm
+ To reach up to the shelf;
+ "This apple, at least,
+ Shall be mine."
+
+ John paused and put back
+ The nice apple so red,
+ For he thought of the words
+ His kind mother had said,
+ When she left all these
+ Things in his care;
+
+ "And no one will see me,"
+ Thought he, "'tis not true;
+ For I've read that God sees us
+ In all that we do,
+ And is with us
+ Everywhere."
+
+ Well done, John;
+ Your father and mother obey,
+ Try ever to please them;
+ And mind what they say,
+ Even when they
+ Are absent from you;
+
+ And never forget that,
+ Though no one is nigh,
+ You cannot be hid from
+ The Glance of God's eye,
+ Who notices all
+ That you do.
+
+
+ Principle Put To The Test
+
+ A youngster at school,
+ More sedate than the rest,
+ Had once his integrity
+ Put to the test:--
+ His comrades had plotted
+ The orchard to rob,
+ And asked him to go
+ And assist in the job.
+
+ He was very much shocked,
+ And answered, "Oh no!
+ What! rob our poor neighbour!
+ I pray you don't go;
+ Besides, the man's poor,
+ His orchard's his bread;
+ Then think of his children,
+ For they must be fed."
+
+ "You speak very fine,
+ And you look very grave,
+ But apples we want,
+ And apples we'll have;
+ If you will go with us,
+ We'll give you a share,
+ If not, you shall have
+ Neither apple nor pear."
+
+ They spoke, and Tom pondered--
+ "I see they will go;
+ Poor man! What a pity
+ To injure him so!
+ Poor man! I would save him
+ His fruit if I could,
+ But staying behind
+ Will do him no good.
+
+ "If this matter depended
+ Alone upon me,
+ His apples might hang
+ Till they dropped from the tree;
+ But since they _will_ take them,
+ I think I'll go too,
+ He will lose none by me,
+ Though I get a few."
+
+ His scruples this silenced,
+ Tom felt more at ease,
+ And went with his comrades
+ The apples to seize;
+ He blamed and protested
+ But joined in the plan,
+ He shared in the plunder,
+ But pitied the man.
+
+ Cowper
+
+
+ Advice
+
+ Who steals a pin
+ Commits a sin
+ Who tells a lie
+ Has cause to sigh.
+
+ When ask'd to go
+ And sin, say, No!
+ The guilty breast
+ Is ne'er at rest.
+
+ You must not sin
+ A world to win
+ Why should you go
+ The way to woe.
+
+
+ The Boy And His Mother
+
+ In Aesop, we are told, a boy,
+ Who was his mother's pride and joy,
+ At school a primer stole one day,
+ And homeward then did wend his way.
+
+ He told his mother of the theft,
+ While she, of principle bereft,
+ Patted him on the head and smil'd.
+ And said, "You are my own dear child."
+
+ She praised him for the cunning feat,
+ And gave him a nice apple sweet.
+ In course of years the boy grew fast,
+ Till he became a man at last;
+
+ But all the time he slyly stole--
+ Sometimes a piece--sometimes the whole,
+ Till, finally, he grew so bold,
+ He kill'd a man and took his gold.
+
+ The day on which he had to swing
+ Did a large crowd together bring.
+ Among the rest his mother came,
+ And called him fondly by his name.
+
+ The sheriff gave him leave to tell
+ The broken-hearted dame farewell!
+ About his neck her arms she flung,
+ And cried, "Why must my child be hung?"
+
+ He answered, "Call me not your dear."
+ And by one stroke bit off her ear;
+ While all the crowd cried, "Oh! for shame!
+ Not satisfied to blast her name.
+
+ You add this violence to one
+ Whose happiness you have undone!"
+ "Good people," he replied, "I'll vow
+ I would not be a felon now.
+
+ If my mother had only tried
+ To win me to the better side.
+ But when in infancy I took
+ What was not mine, a small torn book,
+
+ Instead of punishing the feat
+ She gave to me an apple sweet;
+ She prais'd me too, and softly smil'd,
+ And said, 'You are my own dear child!'
+
+ I tell you here, both foe and friend,
+ This is the cause of my sad end."
+
+
+[Illustration: Australian Blacks Stealing.]
+
+
+[Page 72--Stealing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Naughty Boys Stealing.]
+
+
+ The Boys And The Apple Tree
+
+ As Billy and Tommy
+ Were walking one day,
+ They came by a fine orchard side;
+ They'd rather eat apples
+ Than spell, read, or play,
+ And Tommy to Billy then cried,
+
+ "O brother, look! see
+ What fine clusters hang there,
+ I'll jump and climb over the wall;
+ I will have an apple,
+ I will have a pear,
+ Or else it shall cost me a fall."
+
+ Said Billy to Tommy,
+ "To steal is a sin,
+ Mamma has oft told this to thee;
+ O never yet stole,
+ Nor now will begin,
+ So red apples hang on the tree."
+
+ "You are a good boy,
+ As you ever have been,"
+ Said Tommy; let's walk on, my lad;
+ We'll call on our school-fellow
+ Little Bob Green,
+ And to see us I know he'll be glad."
+
+ They came to a house,
+ And they rang at the gate,
+ And asked, "Pray, is Bobby at home?"
+ But Bobby's good manners
+ Did not let them wait;
+ He out of the parlour did come.
+
+ Bob smil'd, and he laughed,
+ And he caper'd with joy,
+ His little companions to view.
+ "We call'd in to see you,"
+ Said each little boy.
+ Said Bobby, "I'm glad to see you.
+
+ "Come walk in our garden,
+ So large and so fine;
+ You shall, for my father gives leave;
+ And more, he insists
+ That you'll stay here to dine:
+ A rare jolly day we shall have!"
+
+ But when in the garden,
+ They found 'twas the same
+ They saw as they walk'd in the road;
+ And near the high wall,
+ When these little boys came,
+ They started, as if from a toad.
+
+ "That large ring of iron,
+ Which lies on the ground,
+ With terrible teeth like a saw,"
+ Said Bobby, "the guard
+ Of our garden is found;
+ It keeps wicked robbers in awe.
+
+ "The warning without,
+ If they should set an nought,
+ This trap tears their legs--O! so sad!"
+ Said Billy to Tommy,
+ "So you'd have been caught,
+ A narrow escape you have had."
+
+ Cried Tommy, I'll mind
+ What my good mamma says,
+ And take the advice of a friend;
+ I never will steal
+ To the end of my days,
+ I've been a bad boy, but I'll mend."
+
+ Adelaide
+
+
+ Honesty
+
+ With honest heart go on your way,
+ Down to your burial sod,
+ And never for a moment stray
+ Beyond the path of God;
+ And everything along your way
+ In colours bright shall shine;
+ The water from the jug of clay
+ Shall taste like costly wine!
+
+ Holte
+
+
+ Thou Shalt Not Steal
+
+ On the goods that are not thine,
+ Little child, lay not a finger;
+ Round thy neighbour's better things
+ Let no wistful glances linger.
+
+ Pilfer not the smallest thing;
+ Touch it not, howe'er thou need it,
+ Though the owner have enough,
+ Though he know it not, nor need it.
+
+ Taste not the forbidden fruit,
+ Though resistance be a trial;
+ Grasping hand and roving eye,
+ Early teach them self-denial.
+
+ Upright heart and honest name
+ To the poorest are a treasure;
+ Better than ill-gotten wealth,
+ Better far than pomp and pleasure.
+
+ Poor and needy though thou art,
+ Gladly take what God has given;
+ With clean hands and humble heart,
+ Passing through this world to heaven.
+
+
+ The Thief
+
+ Why should I deprive my neighbour
+ Of his goods against his will?
+ Hands were meant for honest labour,
+ Not to plunder, nor to steal.
+
+ 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving
+ By such tricks to hope for gain:
+ All that's ever got by thieving
+ Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain.
+
+ Oft we see the young beginner
+ Practice little pilfering ways,
+ Till grown up a hardened sinner,
+ Then the gallows ends his days.
+
+ Theft will not be always hidden,
+ Though we fancy none can spy;
+ When we take a thing forbidden,
+ God holds it with His eye.
+
+ Guard my heart, O God of heaven,
+ Lest is covet what's not mine;
+ Lest I take what is not given,
+ Guard my heart and hands from sin.
+
+ Watts
+
+
+[Illustration: Highway Robbery.]
+
+
+[Page 73--Stealing Land]
+
+
+ The Thieves' Ladder
+
+ The girls were helping in the house,
+ With bustle and with show,
+ And told the boys to go away,
+ And not disturb them so.
+ And the boys went whistling down the streets,
+ And looking in the shops
+ At tempting heaps of oranges,
+ And piles of sugar-drops.
+
+ "Here, Willie, to the grocer's run;
+ Be sharp, now--there's a man,
+ And bring me home a pound of plums
+ As quickly as you can!
+ "Don't touch a plum--be sure you don't;
+ To-morrow you shall eat."
+ "I won't." he said, and, like a top,
+ Went spinning down the street.
+
+ The grocer weigh'd them in his scales,
+ And there was one too much;
+ He took it out, and all was right,
+ The scale was to a touch.
+ He wrapp'd them up in whitey-brown,
+ And tied them with a string,
+ And put the money in the till,
+ As 'twere a common thing.
+
+ Young Willie watched, with greedy eyes,
+ As this affair went on.
+ The plums--they look'd so very nice!
+ He wouldn't take but _one_.
+ So going quick behind a post,
+ He tore the paper so
+ That he could take out two or three,
+ And nobody would know.
+
+ There was a little voice that said,
+ Close by, in Willie's heart,
+ "Don't tear the hole--don't take the plum--
+ Don't play a thievish part!"
+ The little voice--it spoke in vain!
+ He reach'd his mother's door;
+ She did not see the hole he'd made,
+ His trouble then was o'er.
+
+ And what a trifling thing it seem'd,
+ To take one single plum!
+ A little thing we hold between
+ Our finger and out thumb.
+ And yet upon that Christmas eve,
+ That period so brief,
+ Young Willie set his foot upon
+ "The ladder of the thief!"
+
+ And as he lay awake that night,
+ He heard his parents speak;
+ He heard distinctly what they said,
+ The blood rush'd to his cheek.
+ He lay and listn'd earnestly;
+ They might have found him out,
+ And he might get a flogging too,
+ 'Twas that he thought about.
+
+ A guilty person cannot rest,
+ He always is in fear;
+ Not knowing what may happen next
+ To make his guilt appear.
+ So, when he heard his mother speak,
+ He rose up in his bed,
+ And did not lose a syllable
+ Of every word she said:--
+
+ "We have not any turnips, John,
+ I could not spare the pence;
+ But you can go and get us some
+ Through Farmer Turner's fence.
+ "There's nobody to see you now,
+ The folks are off the road;
+ The night looks dark and blustering,
+ And no one is abroad.
+
+ "It is not far--you'll soon be back--
+ I'll stand outside to hear;
+ The watchman now is off his track,
+ And won't be coming near."
+ The father he went softly out,
+ And down the lane he crept,
+ And stole some turnips from the field
+ Whilst honest people slept!
+
+ 'Tis not the words that parents say,
+ It is their very deed;
+ Their children know the difference,
+ And follow where they lead.
+ How often, if their lives are good,
+ Their children's are the same;
+ Whilst, if they're thievish, drunken,
+ Their children come to shame!
+
+ Now, Willie laid him down in bed,
+ His conscience found relief;
+ "I'm not the only one," he said--
+ "My father is a thief!
+ "How foolish 'twas to be afraid
+ About a little plum!"
+ He pull'd the bed-clothes o'er his head,
+ And dream'd of feasts to come.
+
+ On Christmas-day they had the pies.
+ The turnips, and the beef;
+ And Willie's foot was firm upon
+ The ladder of the thief.
+ And ere the snow was on the plain,
+ And Christmas-day came round,
+ And boys were sliding, once again,
+ Upon the frozen ground,
+
+ He, step by step, had further gone
+ Upon that dreadful road
+ That brings a man to misery,
+ And takes him far from God.
+ He cheated with his marbles first,
+ And then at other play;
+ He pilfered any little thing
+ That came within his way.
+
+ His parents did not punish him;
+ He went from bad to worse,
+ Until he grew so confident,
+ He stole a lady's purse.
+ Then he was seized, and brought before
+ The city magistrate;
+ And the police and lady came
+ The robbery to state.
+
+ And Willie he was proved a thief,
+ And nothing had to say;
+ So to the dreadful prison-house
+ He soon was led away.
+ In vain he cried, and pleaded hard
+ They would not take him there;
+ He would not do such things again
+ If they would hear his prayer.
+
+ It was too late! The prison door,
+ With bolt, and bar, and chain,
+ Was opened to take Willie in,
+ And then was shut again.
+ He saw the handcuffs on the wall,
+ The fetters on the floor;
+ And heavy keys with iron rings
+ To lock the dungeon door.
+
+ He saw the little, lonely cells
+ Where prisoners were kept,
+ And all the dreary passages,
+ And bitterly he wept.
+ And through the strong-barred iron grate,
+ High up and far away,
+ He saw a piece of clear blue sky
+ Out in the blessed day.
+
+ And "Oh!" he said, "my brothers now
+ Are out of school again,
+ And playing marbles on the path,
+ Or cricket on the plain.
+ "And here am I, shut up so close
+ Within this iron door;
+ If ever I get out again
+ I'll give this business o'er."
+
+ And Willie went to sleep that night
+ In his dark cell alone;
+ But often in his troubled dreams
+ He turned with heavy moan.
+ What sound is that at early morn
+ That breaks upon his ear?
+ A funeral bell is tolling slow,
+ It tolls so very near.
+
+ And in the court he sees a crowd,
+ So haggard and so pale,
+ And they are whispering fearfully
+ A sad and awful tale.
+ And all seem looking at a man
+ Who stands with fetters bound,
+ And guards and executioner
+ Are gathered close around.
+
+ And he beheld that wretched man,
+ Who trembled like a leaf:
+ His foot no more would stand upon
+ The ladder of the thief.
+ For he had climbed it step by step,
+ Till murder closed the whole;
+ The hangman came to take his life,
+ But where would be his soul?
+
+ And still the bell went tolling on;
+ It tolled so heavily
+ As that young man went up the stairs,
+ Out to the gallows-tree.
+ It tolled--it tolled--Oh! heavy sound!
+ It stopped--the deed is o'er;
+ And that young man upon the earth
+ Will now be seen no more:
+
+ Oh! parents watch your little ones,
+ Lest you have such a grief;
+ Help not their tender feet to climb
+ The ladder of the thief.
+ I have not heard young Willie's end,
+ I hope he learned that day;
+ But 'tis a thing most difficult
+ To leave a wicked way.
+
+ Sewell
+
+
+[Illustration: The Prisoner's Van.]
+
+
+[Page 74--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+I have given no Fairy Tales in this Childland. For in this
+_matter-of-fact_ 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.
+
+
+ Santa Claus Land
+
+ At the top of the earth, which they call the North Pole,
+ Is where Santa Claus lives, a right jolly old soul!
+ And the ice and the snow lie so thick on the ground
+ The sun cannot melt them the whole summer round.
+
+ All wrapped up in furs from his head to his toes,
+ No feeling of coldness dear Santa Claus knows,
+ But travels about with a heart full of joy,
+ As happy as if he were only a boy.
+
+ His cheeks are like roses; his eyes are as bright
+ As stars that shine out overhead in the night,
+ And they twinkle as merrily too all the while,
+ And broad as a sunbeam is Santa Claus' smile.
+
+ He never is idle except when asleep,
+ And even in dreams at his labours will keep,
+ And all thro' the day and the night, it is true,
+ He is working and planning, dear children, for you.
+
+ On top of his tower with spy-glass in hand,
+ He goes every morning to look o'er the land,
+ And though there are hills all around, I suppose,
+ He sees, oh, much further than any one knows.
+
+ He peeps into houses whose doors are tight shut;
+ He looks through the palace, and likewise the hut;
+ He gazes on cities, and villages small,
+ And nothing, no, nothing is hidden at all.
+
+ He knows where the good children live beyond doubt,
+ He knows where the bad boys and girls are about,
+ And writes down their names on a page by themselves;
+ In a book that he keeps on his library shelves.
+
+ For good little children, the gentle and kind,
+ The prettiest presents of toys are designed,
+ And when Christmas comes round, as it does once a year,
+ 'Tis certain that Santa Claus then will appear.
+
+ His work-shop is, oh! such a wonderful place,
+ With heaps of gay satins, and ribbons, and lace;
+ With houses and furniture, dishes and pans,
+ And bracelets and bangles, and all sorts of fans.
+
+ There are horses that gallop, and dollies that walk,
+ And some of the pretty doll-babies can talk.
+ There are pop-guns, and marbles, and tops for the boys,
+ And big drums and trumpets that make a big noise.
+
+ There are games for all seasons, the base-ball and kite,
+ And books which the children will seize with delight,
+ And the skates and the sleds, far too many to count,
+ And the bicycles ready for wheelmen to mount.
+
+ There are farm-yards in plenty, with fences and trees,
+ And cows, sheep, and oxen, all taking their ease,
+ And turkeys and ducks, and fine chickens and hens,
+ And dear little piggies to put in their pens.
+
+ There are gay Noah's Arks, just as full as can be
+ Of animals, really a wonder to see;
+ There are lions and tigers, and camels and bears,
+ And two of each kind, for they travel in pairs.
+
+ There are elephants stretching their noses quite long;
+ And reindeer and elks with their antlers so strong,
+ And queer kangaroos all the others amid,
+ With their dear little babies in pockets well hid.
+
+ Is Santa Claus happy? There's no need to ask,
+ For he finds such enjoyment indeed in his task,
+ That he bubbles with laughter, and whistles and sings,
+ While making and planning the beautiful things.
+
+ He's a jolly good fellow, but ever so shy,
+ And likes to do all his good deeds on the sly,
+ So there's no use spoiling a good winter's nap
+ For you'll not catch a glimpse of the jolly old chap.
+
+ When Christmas Eve comes, into bed you must creep,
+ And late in the night when you are asleep,
+ He is certain to come; so your stockings prepare,
+ And hang them up close by the chimney with care.
+
+ The baby's wee stockings you must not forget,
+ For Santa will have something nice for the pet,
+ And those who are thoughtful for others will find
+ The good saint at Christmas time has them in mind.
+
+ There is Tommy, who tended the baby with care,
+ A nice train of cars he shall have for his share,
+ And how happy will Eliza be when she looks
+ For her presents, and finds such a budget of books.
+
+ For dear little Mary, a doll there will be;
+ And for Alice and Jenny a gay Christmas tree;
+ And wee little Georgie, the baby, will find
+ A big stick of candy, just suiting his mind.
+
+ Oh, a jolly good sight is this funny old chap
+ When he's dressed in his bear-skin and fur-bordered cap,
+ All ready to start on his way through the cold,
+ In a sleigh covered over with jewels and gold.
+
+ While his deer from the mountains all harnessed with care,
+ Like race-horses prance through the clear frosty air;
+ 'Tis fun just to watch them, and hear the bells ring,
+ And the stars seem to think it a comical thing.
+
+ For old Santa is bundled so close to the chin,
+ That there is not a chance for the cold to get in,
+ His cheeks are so rosy, his eyes how they flash!
+ No horses nor driver e'er cut such a dash!
+
+ He cracks his long whip, and he whistles a tune,
+ While he winks at the stars, and he bows to the moon,
+ And over the tree-tops he drives like the wind,
+ And leaves all the night-birds a long way behind.
+
+ His steeds speed away on a journey so fleet,
+ That they seem to have wings to their swift-flying feet,
+ For there's work to be done by a cheery old man,
+ And his coursers will help him as well as they can.
+
+ His sleigh is with toys and trinkets well packed,
+ You never beheld one with pleasures so stacked;
+ And though of good children he has such a list,
+ Not one is forgotten, not one will be missed.
+
+ An army he gives to the boy who is neat,
+ And never is rude in the house or the street;
+ And a farm to the lad who goes smiling to school,
+ Who knows all his lessons and minds every rule.
+
+ And if you would please him--dear Bertie and Jack--;
+ And win a nice prize from the old fellow's pack,
+ Be good little children, your parents obey,
+ And strive to be happy at work or at play.
+
+ At Christmas old Santa Claus toils like a Turk,
+ For the cheery old fellow is fond of his work.
+ With his queer looking team through the air he will go,
+ And alight on the house-tops all covered in snow.
+
+ Then down through the chimneys he'll dart without noise
+ And fill up the stockings with candy and toys.
+ There'll be presents for Julia, and Nellie, and Jack,
+ And plenty more left in the old fellow's pack.
+
+ And if Frank behaves well, and minds what is said,
+ Quits teasing the cat and goes early to bed;
+ He'll find for his present a sled or a gun,
+ A ready companion in frolic and fun.
+
+ On Santa Claus hurries, and works with a will,
+ For many tall Christmas trees he has to fill,
+ And loads them with treasures from out his rich store,
+ Till they blossom as trees never blossomed before.
+
+ Though round as a dumpling, and ever so fat,
+ In running and climbing he's spry as a cat,
+ And if the long ladder should happen to break,
+ And he should fall down, what a crash it would make!
+
+ I told you his home was up North by the Pole,
+ In a palace of hives lives this worthy old soul,
+ And though out of doors it may furiously storm,
+ Indoors as we know, it is sunny and warm.
+
+ When Christmas is over old Santa Claus goes
+ To his home in the North, and his well-earned repose,
+ And when he is rested and feeling tip-top,
+ The good-natured workman goes back to his shop.
+
+ And there he will labor from morning till night,
+ To make others happy his aim and delight,
+ And if his good-will the dear children would earn,
+ They must strive to be happy and good in return.
+
+ He comes like an angel of light from above,
+ To do on the earth sweetest errands of love;
+ And our hearts and our homes to so fill with good cheer
+ That we cannot help knowing when Christmas is near.
+
+ Then let us be glad, so that Christmas may be
+ A real Merry Christmas to you and to me!
+ And now that the story is ended we'll give
+ Three cheers for old Santa Claus! Long may he live!
+
+
+[Page 75--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Children Praying for Christmas Presents.]
+
+
+ A Visit From St. Nicholas
+
+ 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
+ Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
+ The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
+ In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
+
+ The children were nestled all snug in there beds,
+ While visions of sugar-plums danced through their heads;
+ And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap
+ Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
+ When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,
+ I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
+
+ Away to the window I flew like a flash,
+ Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash;
+ The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
+ Gave a lustre of midday to objects below;
+
+ When what to my wondering eyes should appear
+ But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
+ With a little old driver so lively and quick
+ I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
+
+ More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
+ And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;
+ "Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
+ On Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
+ To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
+ Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
+
+ As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
+ When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
+ So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
+ With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too;
+ And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
+ The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
+
+ As I drew in my head and was turning around,
+ Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound,
+ He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
+ And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
+ A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
+ And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack,
+ His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
+ His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
+ His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
+ And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
+
+ He was chubby and plump--a right jolly old elf--
+ And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
+ A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
+ Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
+
+ He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
+ And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
+ And laying his finger aside of his nose,
+ And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
+
+ He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
+ And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
+ But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out sight;
+ "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
+
+ Clement C. Moore
+
+
+ What Santa Claus Brings
+
+ Lovely little girls and boys,
+ Santa brings all sorts of toys.
+ Boxes filled with wooden bricks,
+ Monkeys climbing yellow sticks.
+
+ Dollies' houses painted red,
+ Tiny soldiers made of lead,
+ Noah's Arks, and Ninepins too,
+ Jack in boxes, painted blue.
+
+ Cups and Saucers, Pots and Pans,
+ China figures, Chinese fans,
+ Railway trains, with Tops and Tables,
+ Fairy Tales and Aesop's Fables,
+
+ Clockwork Mice, and Coloured Marbles
+ Painted Bird that sweetly warbles,
+ Dolls of every age and size,
+ With flaxen hair and moving eyes.
+
+ Cows and horses, Chickens, Cats,
+ Rattles, Windmills, Boats and Bats,
+ Ducks and Geese, and golden Fishes,
+ Skipping ropes and copper Dishes.
+
+ Books and coloured pictures, too,
+ And a thousand other things for you;
+ Dainty maidens, merry boys,
+ Santa brings all sorts of toys.
+
+
+ Little Mary
+
+ Dear little Mary,
+ With eyes so blue,
+ What has Santa Claus
+ Brought for you?
+
+ He has brought me a cup,
+ And a curly sheep,
+ And a cradle where dolly
+ May go to sleep.
+
+ The best of all
+ Is this funny box
+ That winds with a key
+ Just like the clocks.
+
+ And when you've wound
+ The spring up tight,
+ The monkey dances
+ With all his might,
+
+ And Fido barks
+ And the puppies play:
+ We're all very happy
+ This Christmas day.
+
+
+ Christmas
+
+ Dainty little stockings
+ Hanging in a row,
+ Blue, and grey, and scarlet,
+ In the firelight's glow.
+
+ Curly-pated sleepers
+ Safely tucked in bed;
+ Dreams of wondrous toy-shops
+ Dancing through each head.
+
+ Funny little stockings
+ Hanging in a row
+ Stuffed with sweet surprises,
+ Down from top to toe.
+
+ Skates, and balls, and trumpets,
+ Dishes, tops, and drums,
+ Books and dolls and candles,
+ Nuts and sugar-plums.
+
+ Little sleepers waking:
+ Bless me, what a noise!
+ Wish you merry Christmas,
+ Happy girls and boys!
+
+ The Nursery
+
+
+[Illustration: Santa Claus making Toys.]
+
+
+[Page 76--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Santa Claus looking up names of Good Boys and Girls.]
+
+
+ Christmas
+
+ When the children have been good,
+ That is, be it understood,
+ Good at meal-times, good at play,
+ Good all night and good all day,--
+ They shall have the pretty things
+ Merry Christmas always brings.
+
+
+[Illustration: Santa Claus starting to distribute Toys.]
+
+
+ A Christmas Eve Adventure
+
+ Once on a time, in a queer little town,
+ On the shore of the Zuyder Zee,
+ When all the good people were fast asleep,
+ A strange thing happened to me.
+
+ Alone, the night before Christmas,
+ I sat by the glowing fire,
+ Watching the flame as it rose and fell,
+ While the sparks shot high and higher.
+
+ Suddenly one of these sparks began
+ To flicker and glimmer and wink
+ Like a big bright eye, till I hardly knew
+ What to do or to say or to think.
+
+ Quick as a flash, it changed to a face,
+ And what in the world did I see
+ But dear old Santa Claus nodding his head,
+ And waving his hand to me!
+
+ "Oh! follow me, follow me!" soft he cried,--
+ And up through the chimney with him
+ I mounted, not daring to utter a word
+ Till we stood on the chimney's rim.
+
+ "Now tell me, I beg you, dear Santa Claus,
+ Where am I going with you?"
+ He laughingly answered, "Why, don't you know?
+ To travel the whole world through!
+
+ "From my crystal palace, far in the North,
+ I have come since dark,--and see
+ These curious things for the little folk
+ Who live on the Zuyder Zee."
+
+ Then seating himself in his reindeer sledge,
+ And drawing me down by his side,
+ He whistled, and off on the wings of the wind
+ We flew for our midnight ride.
+
+ But first, such comical presents he left
+ For the little Dutch girls and boys,--
+ Onions and sausages, wooden-faced dolls,
+ Cheeses and gingerbread toys!
+
+ Away we hurried far to the South,
+ To the beautiful land of France;
+ And there we showered the loveliest gifts,--
+ Flaxen-haired dolls that could dance.
+
+ Soldiers that marched at the word of command,
+ Necklaces, bracelets and rings,
+ Tiny gold watches, all studded with gems,
+ And hundreds of exquisite things.
+
+ Crossing the Channel, we made a short call
+ In Scotland and Ireland, too;
+ Left a warm greeting for England and Wales,
+ Then over the ocean we flew
+
+ Straight to America, where by myself,
+ Perched on a chimney high,
+ I watched him scramble and bustle about
+ Between the earth and the sky.
+
+ Many a stocking he filled to the brim,
+ And numberless Christmas trees
+ Burst into bloom at his magical touch!
+ Then all of a sudden a breeze
+
+ Caught us and bore us away to the South,
+ And afterwards blew us "out West;"
+ And never till dawn peeped over the hills
+ Did we stop for a moment's rest.
+
+ "Christmas is coming!" he whispered to me,
+ "You can see his smile in the sky,--
+ I wish Merry Christmas to all the world!
+ My work is over,--good-bye!"
+
+ Like a flash he was gone, and I was alone,--
+ For all of this happened to me
+ Once on a time, in a queer little town
+ On the shore of the Zuyder Zee!
+
+ M. M.
+
+
+ Little Bennie
+
+ I had told him, Christmas morning,
+ As he sat upon my knee,
+ Holding fast his little stockings,
+ Stuffed as full as can be,
+ And attentive listening to me,
+ With a face demure and mild,
+ That old Santa Claus, who filled them,
+ Did not love a naughty child.
+
+ "But we'll be good, won't we, moder?"
+ And from off my lap he slid,
+ Digging deep among the goodies
+ In his crimson stockings hid.
+ While I turned me to my table,
+ Where a tempting goblet stood,
+ Brimming high with a dainty custard,
+ Sent me by a neighbour good.
+
+ But the kitten, there before me,
+ With his white paw, nothing loth,
+ Sat, by way of entertainment,
+ Lapping off the shining froth;
+ And, in not the gentlest humour
+ At the loss of such a treat,
+ I confess I rather rudely
+ Thrust him out into the street.
+
+ Then how Bennie's blue eyes kindled;
+ Gathering up the precious store
+ He had busily been pouring
+ In his tiny pinafore,
+ With a generous look that shamed me
+ Sprang he from the carpet bright,
+ Showing, by his mien indignant,
+ All a baby's sense of right.
+
+ "Come back Harney," called he loudly,
+ As he held his apron white,
+ "You shall have my candy wabbit;"
+ But the door was fastened tight.
+ So he stood, abashed and silent,
+ In the centre of the floor,
+ With defeated look, alternate
+ Bent on me and on the door.
+
+ Then, as by some sudden impulse,
+ Quickly ran he to the fire,
+ And while eagerly his bright eyes
+ Watched the flames grow high and higher,
+ In a brave, clear key he shouted,
+ Like some lordly little elf,
+ "Santa Kaus, come down the chimney,
+ Make my mother 'have herself."
+
+ "I'll be a good girl, Bennie,"
+ Said I, feeling the reproof;
+ And straightway recalled poor Harney,
+ Mewing on the galley roof.
+ Soon the anger was forgotten,
+ Laughter chased away the frown,
+ And they gambolled 'neath the live oaks,
+ Till the dusky night came down.
+
+ In my dim, fire-lighted chamber
+ Harney purred beneath my chair,
+ And my play-worn boy beside me
+ Knelt to say his evening prayer:
+ "God bess fader, God bess moder,
+ God bess sister," then a pause,
+ And the sweet young lips devoutly
+ Murmured "God bess Santa Kaus."
+
+ He is sleeping: brown and silken
+ Lie the lashes, long and meek,
+ Like caressing, clinging shadows,
+ On his plump and peachy cheek;
+ And I bend above him, weeping,
+ Thankful tears; O undefiled;
+ For a woman's crown of glory,
+ For the blessing of a child.
+
+ Annie C. Ketchum
+
+
+[Page 77--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Santa Claus filling the Stockings.]
+
+
+ Old Santa Claus
+
+ Old Santa Claus sat alone in his den,
+ With his leg crossed over his knee;
+ While a comical look peeped out at his eyes,
+ For a funny old fellow was he.
+
+ His queer little cap was tumbled and torn,
+ And his wig it was all awry;
+ But he sat and mused the whole day long,
+ While the hours went flying by.
+
+ He had been busy as busy can be,
+ In filling his pack with toys;
+ He had gathered his nuts and baked his pies,
+ To give to the girls and boys.
+
+ There were dolls for the girls, and whips for the boys,
+ With wheelbarrows, horses and drays,
+ And bureaus and trunks for Dolly's new clothes;
+ All these in his pack he displays.
+
+ Of candy too, both twisted and striped,
+ He had furnished a plentiful store,
+ While raisins and figs, and prunes and grapes,
+ Hung up on a peg by the door.
+
+ "I am almost ready," quoth he, quoth he,
+ "And Christmas is almost here;
+ But one thing more--I must write a book,
+ And give to each one this year."
+
+ So he clapped his specs on his little round nose,
+ And seizing the stump of a pen,
+ He wrote more lines in one little hour
+ Than you ever could write in ten.
+
+ He told them stories all pretty and new,
+ And wrote them all out in rhyme;
+ Then packed them away with his box of toys
+ To distribute one at a time.
+
+ And Christmas Eve, when all were in bed,
+ Right down the chimney he flew;
+ And stretching the stocking-leg out at the top,
+ He clapped in a book for you.
+
+
+ Santa Claus and the Mouse
+
+ One Christmas Eve, when Santa Claus
+ Came to a certain house,
+ To fill the children's stockings there,
+ He found a little mouse.
+
+ "A merry Christmas, little friend,"
+ Said Santa, good and kind.
+ "The same to you, sir!" said the mouse,
+ "I thought you wouldn't mind
+
+ If I should stay awake to night,
+ And watch you for a while."
+ "You're very welcome, little mouse,"
+ Said Santa, with a smile.
+
+ And then he filled the stockings up,
+ Before the mouse could wink,--
+ From toe to top, from top to toe,
+ There wasn't left a chink.
+
+ "Now, they won't hold another thing,"
+ Said Santa Claus with pride.
+ A twinkle came in mousie's eyes,
+ But humbly he replied:
+
+ "It's not nice to contradict--
+ Your pardon I implore,--
+ But in the fullest stocking there,
+ I could put one thing more."
+
+ "Oh, ho!" laughed Santa, "silly mouse!
+ Don't I know how to pack?
+ By filling stockings all these years,
+ I should have learned the knack."
+
+ And then he took the stocking down
+ From where it hung so high,
+ And said: "Now put in one thing more;
+ I give you leave to try."
+
+ The mousie chuckled to himself,
+ And then he softly stole
+ Right to the stocking's crowded toe,
+ And gnawed a little hole!
+
+ "Now, if you please, good Santa Claus,
+ I've put in one thing more;
+ For you will own, that little hole
+ Was not in there before."
+
+ How Santa Claus did laugh and laugh;
+ And then he gaily spoke;
+ "Well, you shall have a Christmas cheese,
+ For that nice little joke."
+
+
+ A Nice Little Present
+
+ "Our Santa Claus," cried Bettie,
+ "Is nice as any other;
+ He brought the nicest present
+ To me and to my mother.
+
+ "It was--oh, you can't guess it--
+ A darling little brother.
+ He kicks and cries, and shuts his eyes,
+ And he's sweet enough to eat.
+
+ "I'd rather have my baby brother
+ Than dolls or candy--so would my mother."
+
+
+ The Night Before Christmas
+
+ Curly heads, so softly pillowed;
+ Chubby arms outspread;
+ Thousand fancies swiftly flying
+ Through each little head.
+
+ Clasping treasures newly garnered,
+ Dolly, book, and ball,
+ Still they dream of coming pleasures
+ Greater than them all.
+
+ Christmas-trees of gorgeous beauty,
+ Filled with presents rare;
+ Toys unheard of, joys unnumbered,
+ All delights are there.
+
+ Angel forms, with smiling faces,
+ Hover round the bed;
+ Angel feet make echoing music
+ As they lightly tread.
+
+ Angel voices, softly thrilling,
+ Chant a lullaby:
+ "Darlings, dream, and sweetly slumber,
+ We are watching by."
+
+ Who from dreams like these would waken
+ To a world of pain?
+ "Hush, then, dear ones! Have we roused you?
+ Turn and dream again."
+
+
+[Illustration: Baby waking up nearly caught Santa Claus.]
+
+
+[Page 78--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Annie and Willie Praying.]
+
+
+ Annie And Willie's Prayer
+
+ 'Twas the eve before Christmas; good night had been said,
+ And Annie and Willie had crept into bed.
+ There were tears on their pillows, and tears in their eyes,
+ And each little bosom was heaving with sighs;
+
+ For to-night their stern father's command had been given,
+ That they should retire precisely at seven
+ Instead of at eight; for they had troubled him more
+ With questions unheard of than ever before.
+
+ He had told them he thought this delusion a sin;
+ No such creature as "Santa Claus" ever had been;
+ And he hoped, after this, he should never more hear
+ How he scrambled down chimneys with presents each year.
+
+ And this was the reason that two little heads
+ So restlessly tosses on their soft, downy beds.
+ Eight, nine, and the clock on the steeple tolled ten;
+ Not a word had been spoken by either till then;
+
+ When Willie's sad face from the blanket did peep,
+ And he whispered: "Dear Annie, is 'ou fast asleep?"
+ "Why, no, Brother Willie," a sweet voice replies;
+ "I've long tried in vain, but I can't shut my eyes;
+
+ "For somehow it makes me so sorry because
+ Dear Papa has said there is no Santa Claus.
+ Now we know there is, and it can't be denied
+ For he came every year before dear mamma died;
+
+ "But then, I've been thinking, that she used to pray,--
+ And God would hear everything dear mamma would say,--
+ And, maybe, she asked him to send Santa Claus here
+ With the sack full of presents he brought every year."
+
+ "Well, why tannot we p'ay, dust as mamma did, den,
+ And ask Dod to send him with presents aden?"
+ "I've been thinking so, too;" and without a word more
+ Four little bare feet bounded out on the floor,
+
+ And four little knees on the soft carpet pressed,
+ And two tiny hands were clasped close to each breast,
+ "Now, Willie, you know, we must firmly believe
+ That the presents we ask for we're sure to receive;
+
+ "You must wait just as still till I say the 'Amen,'
+ And by that you will know that your turn has come then.--
+ "Dear Jesus, look down on my brother and me,
+ And grant us the favours we're asking of Thee.
+
+ "I want a wax dolly, a tea-set and a ring,
+ And an ebony work-box that shuts with a spring.
+ Bless papa, dear Jesus, and cause him to see
+ That Santa Claus loves us as much as does he.
+
+ "Don't let hem get fretful and angry again,
+ At dear brother Willie and Annie. Amen."
+ "Dear Desus, 'et Santa Taus tum down to night
+ And bring us some p'esents before it is 'ight;
+
+ "I want he sood div' me a nice little sled,
+ Wid bight shinin' 'unners, and all painted 'ed
+ A box full of tandy, a book, and a toy,
+ Amen. And den, Desus, I'll be a dood boy."
+
+ Their prayers being ended, they raised up their heads,
+ And with hearts light and cheerful again sought their beds;
+ They were soon lost in slumber both peaceful and deep,
+ And with fairies in dreamland were roaming in sleep.
+
+ Eight, nine, and the little French clock had struck ten
+ Ere the father had thought of his children again;
+ He seems now to hear Annie's self-suppressed sighs,
+ And to see the big tears stand in Willie's blue eyes.
+
+ "I was harsh with my darlings," he mentally said,
+ "And should not have sent them so early to bed:
+ But then I was troubled: My feelings found vent;
+ For the bank-stock to-day has gone down two percent.;
+
+ "But of course they've forgotten their troubles ere this,
+ And that I denied them the thrice-asked-for kiss;
+ But just to make sure I'll steal up to their door--
+ To my darlings I have never spoke harshly before."
+
+ So saying, he softly ascended the stairs,
+ And arrived at the door to hear both of their prayers;
+ His Annie's "Bless papa" drew forth the big tears,
+ And Willie's grave promise fell sweet on his ears.
+
+ "Strange, strange! I'd forgotten," he said with a sigh,
+ "How I longed when a child to have Christmas draw nigh
+ I'll atone for my harshness," he inwardly said,
+ "By answering their prayers ere I sleep in my bed."
+
+ Then he turned to the stairs, and softly went down,
+ Threw off velvet slippers and silk dressing gown.
+ Donned hat, coat and boots, and was out in the street,
+ A millionaire facing the cold, driving sleet!
+
+ Nor stopped he until he had bought everything,
+ From the box full of candy to the tiny gold ring:
+ Indeed, he kept adding so much to his store,
+ That the various presents outnumbered a score.
+
+ Then homeward he turned, when his holiday load,
+ With Aunt Mary's help, in the nursery was stow'd.
+ Miss Dolly was seated beneath a pine tree,
+ And the side of a table spread out for her tea;
+
+ A work-box, well-filled, in the centre was laid,
+ And on it the ring for which Annie had pray'd.
+ A soldier in uniform stood by a sled,
+ With bright shining runners, and all painted red.
+
+ There were balls, dogs, horses; books pleasing to see;
+ And birds of all colours were perched in the tree;
+ While Santa Claus, laughing, stood up in the top,
+ As if getting ready more presents to drop.
+
+ Now, as the fond father the picture surveyed,
+ He thought for his trouble he'd amply been paid;
+ As he said to himself, as he brushed off a tear,
+ "I'm happier to night than I have been for a year;
+
+ "I've enjoyed more true pleasure than ever before;
+ What care I if bank-stock fell two per cent. more!
+ Henceforward I'll make it a rule, I believe,
+ To have Santa Clause visit us each Christmas-eve."
+
+ So thinking, he gently extinguished the light,
+ And, slipping downstairs, retired for the night.
+ As soon as the beams of the bright morning sun
+ Put the darkness to flight, and the stars one by one,
+
+ Four little blue eyes out of sleep opened wide,
+ And at the same moment the presents espied.
+ Then out of their beds they sprang with a bound,
+ And the very gifts prayed for were all of them found.
+
+ And they laughed and they cried in their innocent glee,
+ And shouted for papa to come quick and see
+ What presents old Santa Claus brought in the night
+ (Just the things they wanted!), and left before light.
+
+ "And now," added Annie, in a voice soft and low,
+ "You'll believe there's a Santa Claus, papa, I know;"
+ While dear little Willie climbed up on his knee,
+ Determined no secret between them should be;
+
+ And told, in soft whispers, how Annie had said
+ That their blessed mamma, so long ago dead,
+ Used to kneel down and pray by the side of her chair,
+ And that God up in heaven had answered her prayer.
+
+ "Den we dot up and p'ayed just as well as we tood,
+ And Dod answered our p'ayer, now wasn't He dood?"
+ "I should say that He was, if He sent you all these,
+ And knew just what presents my children would please."
+
+ ("Well, well, let them think so, dear little elf!
+ 'Twould be cruel to tell him I did it myself.")
+
+ Blind father! who caused your stern heart to relent,
+ And the hasty words spoken so soon to repent?
+ 'Twas the Being who bade you steal softly upstairs
+ And made you His agent to answer their prayers.
+
+ Mrs. Sophia P. Snow
+
+
+[Page 79--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Boy Nailing up his Father's Trousers.]
+
+
+ Budds' Christmas Stocking
+
+ It was Christmas-time, as all the world knew;
+ It stormed without, and the cold wind blew,
+ But within all was cheerful, snug, and bright,
+ With glowing fires and many a light.
+
+ Budd B. was sent quite early to bed,
+ His stocking was hung up close to his head,
+ And he said to himself "When all grows still
+ I will find a big stocking for Santy to fill."
+
+ Now, good, honest Hans, who worked at the house,
+ Had gone to his bed as still as a mouse;
+ The room where he slept was one story higher
+ Than Budd's little room, with gaslight and fire.
+
+ Now, Hans loved "the poy," and petted him too,
+ And often at night, when his task was all through,
+ He would tell him strange stories of over the sea,
+ While Budd listened gravely or laughed out in glee.
+
+ This night Hans had promised to wake Budd at four;
+ He would softly come down and open his door;
+ But suddenly Budd bounded out of his bed,
+ And stole softly up to the room overhead.
+
+ On his hands and his knees he crept softly in,
+ "I'll borrow Han's stocking," he said, with a grin;
+ Old Santy will fill it up to the top,
+ And Hans--oh, such fun! will be mad as a hop."
+
+ He moved very slowly, and felt near the bed;
+ No stocking was there, but down on his head
+ Came a deluge of water, well sprinkled with ice,
+ While honest Hans held him as if in a vice.
+
+ "Vat is dat?" he cried out; "von robber I find,
+ Den I pound him, and shake him, so much as I mind"
+ "It's me," called out Budd; "Stop, Hans! oh, please do;
+ I'm only a boy; I could not rob you."
+
+ But Hans did not pause--his temper was hot--
+ And he dragged the young robber at once from the spot,
+ When he reached the hall light great was his surprise
+ To find his young master with tears in his eyes.
+
+ "I wanted your stocking," muttered Budd B.;
+ It is bigger than mine; boo hoo! I can't see,
+ And I'm all wet and cold." thus cried Budd aloud,
+ Until guests and his parents ran up in a crowd.
+
+ He was wrapped up with care and taken to bed,
+ But, strangest of all, not a harsh word was said.
+ He flattered himself as he fell asleep
+ That Hans and his friends the secret would keep.
+
+ Next morning, when Christmas songs filled all the air,
+ Budd found, to his grief and boyish despair,
+ That his neck was so stiff that he could not turn his head,
+ And must spend the whole day alone in his bed.
+
+ What was worse, his own stocking hung limp on a chair,
+ And on it these words were written most fair:
+ "To him who is greedy I leave less than all;
+ The world is so large and my reindeer so small.
+
+ "My pack is elastic when children are kind,
+ But it shuts with a snap and leaves nothing behind,
+ When a boy or girl is selfish or mean.
+ Good-bye, little Budd, I am off with my team.
+ (Signed) Santa Claus."
+
+
+ Christmas
+
+ Again the Christmas holidays have come,
+ We soon will hear the trumpet and the drum;
+ We'll hear the merry shout of the girls and boys
+ Rejoicing o'er their gifts of books and toys.
+
+ Old Santa Claus comes by at dead of night,
+ And down the chimney creeps--a funny sight;
+ He fills the stockings full of books and toys,
+ But puts in whips for naughty girls and boys.
+
+ One Christmas-eve the moon shone clear and bright;
+ I thought I'd keep awake and watch all night,
+ But it was silent all around and stilled,
+ Yet in the morn I found my stockings filled.
+
+
+ Christmas Morning
+
+ They put me in a square bed, and there they bade me sleep;
+ I must not stir; I must not wake; I must not even peep;
+ Right opposite that lonely bed, my Christmas stocking hung;
+ While near it, waiting for the morn, my Sunday clothes were flung.
+
+ I counted softly, to myself, to ten and ten times ten,
+ And went through all the alphabet, and then began again;
+ I repeated that Fifth-Reader piece--a poem called "Repose,"
+ And tried a dozen various ways to fall into a dose--
+
+ When suddenly the room grew light. I heard a soft, strong bound,
+ 'Twas Santa Claus, I felt quite sure, but dared not look around.
+ 'Twas nice to know that he was there, and things were going rightly,
+ And so I took a little nap, and tried to smile politely.
+
+ "Ho! Merry Christmas!" cried a voice; I felt the bed a-rocking;
+ Twas daylight--brother Bob was up! and oh, that splendid stocking!
+
+ St. Nicholas
+
+
+[Illustration: Sign for Santa, asking for Bicycle or Pony.]
+
+
+[Page 80--Santa Claus Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: What the Rich Man's Child got.]
+
+
+ Little Nellie's Visit From Santa Claus
+
+ Santa Claus is coming to-night, papa;
+ Please let me sit up and see him, mamma;
+ Loaded with presents, I'm sure he'll be.
+ He'll have something nice for you and for me.
+
+ "Mamma, do find something fresh and quite new,
+ For dear old Santa Claus, when he comes through,
+ I'll give it myself; I'll keep wide awake;
+ I know he'll be glad my present to take.
+
+ "Now all go to bed as quick as you please,
+ I'll wait for him," said the bright little tease,
+ "He surely will ring, no doubt about that,
+ I'll bid him come in and then have a chat."
+
+ Soon came a quick step on the piazza floor,
+ Just then a loud ring was heard at the door.
+ The little miss rose with dignified air,
+ Quick ushered him in, and set him a chair.
+
+ All covered o'er with little bells tinkling,
+ Shaking and laughing, twisting and wriggling,
+ A funny old man, with little eyes blinking,
+ Looking at Nellie, what was he thinking?
+
+ Not a word did he say--tired of waiting,
+ Nellie arose, her little heart quaking,
+ Held out her present, courage most failing,
+ "Santa Claus, take this"--now she is smiling.
+
+ "His furry old hand, twisting and trembling,
+ Took the sweet gift--"You dear little darling,"
+ Uttered quite softly, tenderly kissing,
+ The bright little face, ne'er a bit shrinking.
+
+ Lots of presents quickly bestowing,
+ Thanking her kindly--he must be going,
+ Shaking and laughing, his little bells jingling,
+ Down the steps, hastening off in a twinkling.
+
+ Brave little lady! all are now saying,
+ Santa Claus truly! bright eyes are asking;
+ See her dear papa, secretly laughing
+ At her true faith in Santa Claus' coming.
+
+ Yes! she believes it, ever so truly,
+ Dear precious darling! rob her not surely,
+ Of childhood's sweet faith, now in its glory,
+ While she's relating her own simple story.
+
+ Mrs. C. E. Wilbur
+
+
+ Christmas Stockings
+
+ 'Tis Christmas day,
+ And little May
+ Peeps from her bed in the morning grey.
+
+ She looks around,
+ But not a sound
+ Breaks on the quietness profound.
+
+ So, heaving sighs,
+ She shuts her eyes,
+ And hard to go to sleep she tries.
+
+ But sleep has fled
+ That little bed.
+ And weary moves the curly head,
+
+ Until the light
+ (Oh, welcome sight!)
+ Has banished every trace of night.
+
+ Then out of bed,
+ With hurried tread,
+ She runs to waken brother Fred;
+
+ For oh, what joys,
+ In the shape of toys,
+ Does Christmas bring to girls and boys!
+
+ Fred gives a groan,
+ Or a sleepy moan,
+ And mutters, "Do let me alone!"
+
+ But bonnie May
+ Will not have nay;
+ She whispers, "It is Christmas day!"
+
+ Oh, magic sound!
+ For Fred turns round,
+ And in a trice is on the ground.
+
+ "Our stockings, where?"
+ "They're on that chair."
+ "Oh, what has Santa Claus put there?"
+
+ May laughs with glee,
+ The sight to see,
+ Of stockings filled from toe to knee
+
+ With parcels queer,
+ That stick out here,
+ Before, behind, in front and rear.
+
+ "Oh, Fred! a dolly!
+ I'll call her Molly."
+ "Why, may, a penknife here; how jolly!"
+
+ "A necktie blue!
+ A paintbox too!"
+ "Oh, Fred, a pair of kid gloves new!"
+
+ "May, here's a gun!
+ Won't we have fun,
+ Playing at soldiers!--You'll be one."
+
+ "Now that is all.
+ No; here's a ball;
+ Just hold it, or these things will fall."
+
+ "What's in the toe,
+ May, do you know?
+ Biscuits and figs!--I told you so."
+
+ "I think," said May,
+ That Christmas day
+ Should come at least every second day."
+
+ And so say we;
+ But then you see
+ That Santa Claus would tired be.
+
+ And all his toys
+ And Christmas joys
+ Would vanish then from girls and boys.
+
+ From "The Prize"
+
+
+ Hang Up Baby's Stocking
+
+ Hang up the baby's stocking:
+ Be sure you don't forget:
+ The dear little dimpled darling
+ Has never seen Christmas yet.
+
+ But I told him all about it,
+ And he opened his big blue eyes;
+ I'm sure he understood it,
+ He looked so funny and wise.
+
+ Ah, what a tiny stocking;
+ It doesn't take so much to hold
+ Such little toes as baby's
+ Safe from the frost and cold.
+
+ But then, for the baby's Christmas
+ It never will do at all;
+ For Santa Claus wouldn't be looking
+ For anything half so small.
+
+ I know what will do for baby;
+ I've thought of a first-rate plan;
+ I'll borrow a stocking of grandma--
+ The longest that I ever can.
+
+ And you shall hang it by mine, mother,
+ Right here in the corner--so;
+ And write a letter for baby.
+ And fasten it on the toe.
+
+ "Old Santa Claus, this is a stocking
+ Hung up for our baby dear;
+ You never have seen our darling,
+ He has not been with us a year,
+
+ "But he is a beautiful baby;
+ And now, before you go,
+ Please cram this stocking with presents,
+ From the top of it down to the toe.
+
+ "Put in a baby's rattle,
+ Also a coral ring,
+ A bright new ribbon for his waist;
+ Some beads hung on a string
+
+ "And mind a coloured ball please,
+ And a tiny pair of shoes;
+ You'll see from this little stocking,
+ The size you have to choose."
+
+
+ Santa Claus
+
+ A health to good old Santa Claus,
+ And to his reindeer bold,
+ Whose hoofs are shod with elder-down,
+ Whose horns are tipped with gold.
+
+ Ho comes from utmost fairyland
+ Across the wintry snows;
+ He makes the fir-tree and the spruce
+ To blossom like the rose.
+
+ Over the quaint old gables,
+ Over the windy ridge,
+ By turret wall and chimney tall,
+ He guided his fairy sledge;
+
+ He steals upon the slumbers
+ Of little rose-lipped girls,
+ And lays his waxen dollies down
+ Beside their golden curls.
+
+ He scatters blessings on his way,
+ And sugar-coated plums;
+ He robs the sluggard from his rest
+ With trumpets, guns, and drums.
+
+ Small feet, before the dawn of day,
+ Are marching to and fro,
+ Drums beat to arms through all the house,
+ And penny trumpets blow.
+
+ A health to brave old Santa Claus,
+ And to his reindeer bold,
+ Whose hoofs are shod with elder-down,
+ Whose horns are tipped with gold.
+
+ S. H. Whitman
+
+
+[Page 81--Play Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Father making Shadow-Rabbit for Daughter.]
+
+
+ The Rabbit on the Wall
+
+ The children shout with laughter,
+ The uproar louder grows;
+ Even grandma chuckles faintly,
+ And Johnny chirps and crows.
+ There ne'er was gilded painting,
+ Hung up in lordly hall,
+ Gave half the simple pleasure
+ As this rabbit on the wall.
+
+ The cottage work is over,
+ The evening meal is done;
+ Hark! thro' the starlight stillness
+ You hear the river run.
+ The little children whisper,
+ Then speak out one and all;
+ "Come, father, make for Johnny,
+ The rabbit on the wall."
+
+ He--smilingly assenting,
+ They gather round his chair;
+ "Now, grandma, you hold Johnny;
+ Don't let the candle flare."
+ So speaking, from his fingers
+ He throws a shadow tall,
+ That seems, a moment after,
+ A rabbit on the wall.
+
+
+ Holiday Time
+
+ With these three little girls and two little boys
+ There is sure to be plenty of laughter and noise;
+ But nobody minds it, because don't you see,
+ At school they are quiet with lessons to say--
+ But when the holidays come they can play the whole day.
+
+
+ The Fairy Queen
+
+ Let us laugh and let us sing,
+ Dancing in a merry ring;
+ We'll be fairies on the green,
+ Sporting round the Fairy Queen.
+
+ Like the seasons of the year,
+ Round we circle in a sphere;
+ I'll be Summer, you'll be Spring,
+ Dancing in a fairy ring.
+
+ Harry will be Winter wild;
+ Little Annie, Autumn mild;
+ Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
+ Dancing in a fairy ring.
+
+ Spring and Summer glide away,
+ Autumn comes with tresses grey;
+ Winter, hand in hand with Spring,
+ Dancing in a fairy ring.
+
+ Faster! faster! round we go
+ While our cheeks like roses glow;
+ Free as birds upon the wing,
+ Dancing in a fairy ring.
+
+
+ Come and Play in the Garden
+
+ Little sister, come away,
+ And let us in the garden play,
+ For it is a pleasant day.
+
+ On the grassplot let us sit,
+ Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,
+ And run about all over it.
+
+ But the fruit we will not pick,
+ For that would be a naughty trick,
+ And, very likely, make us sick.
+
+ Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers
+ That grow about the beds and bowers,
+ Because, you know, they are not ours.
+
+ We'll pluck the daisies, white and red,
+ Because mamma has often said,
+ That we may gather them instead.
+
+ And much I hope we always may
+ Out very dear mamma obey,
+ And mind whatever she may say.
+
+
+ Little Romp
+
+ I am tired to death of keeping still
+ And being good all day.
+ I guess my mamma's company
+ Forgot to go away,
+ I've wished and wished they'd think of it,
+ And that they would get through;
+ But they must talk for ever first,
+ They almost always do.
+
+ I heard Tom calling to me once,
+ He's launched his boat, I know;
+ I wanted to get out and help,
+ But mamma's eyes said no.
+ The ladies talk such stuff to me,
+ It makes me sick to hear--
+ "How beautiful your hair curls!" or,
+ "How red your cheeks are, dear!"
+
+ I'd ten times rather run a race,
+ Then play my tunes and things;
+ I wouldn't swop my dogs and balls
+ For forty diamond rings.
+ I've got no 'finement, aunty says,
+ I 'spect she knows the best;
+ I don't need much to climb a tree,
+ Or hunt a squirrel's nest.
+
+ "Girls are like berries," papa says,
+ "Sweeter for running wild,"
+ But Aunt Melissa shakes her head,
+ And calls me "Horrid child!"
+ I'll always be a romp she knows--
+ But sure's my name is Sadie,
+ I'll fool 'em all some dreadful day,
+ By growing up a lady.
+
+
+ Hide and Seek
+
+ "We will have a game of hide and seek,
+ Now mind you do not look."
+ And Willie went and hid himself
+ In a dark and lonely nook.
+
+ Then the children went to find him;
+ They hunted all about.
+ It was a funny way in which
+ At last they found him out.
+
+ Just as they got where he was hid,
+ In his nose he felt a tickling
+ That made him sneeze, and so you see
+ They found him in a twinkling.
+
+
+[Illustration: Child and Dog playing Adventurers.]
+
+
+[Page 82--Play Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Tea Party.]
+
+
+ Tired of Play
+
+ Tired of play! tired of play!
+ What hast thou done this livelong day?
+ The birds are silent, and so is the bee;
+ The sun is creeping up temple and tree;
+
+ The doves have flown to the sheltering eves
+ And the nests are dark with the drooping leaves.
+ Twilight gathers and day is done,
+ How hast thou spent it, restless one?
+
+ Playing? But what has thou done beside,
+ To tell thy mother at eventide?
+ What promise of morn is left unbroken?
+ What kind word to thy playmate spoken?
+
+ Whom hast thou pitied and whom forgiven,
+ How with thy faults has duty striven,
+ What hast thou learned by field and hill?
+ By greenwood path, and singing rill?
+
+ Well for thee if thou couldst tell,
+ A tale like this of a day spent well,
+ If thy kind hand has aided distress,
+ And thou pity hast felt for wretchedness;
+
+ If thou hast forgiven a brother's offence,
+ And grieved for thine own with penitence;
+ If every creature has won thy love
+ From the creeping worm to the brooding dove,
+ Then with joy and peace on the bed of rest,
+ Thou wilt sleep as on thy mother's breast.
+
+
+ Sea-side Play
+
+ Two little boys, all neat and clean,
+ Came down upon the shore:
+ They did not know old Ocean's ways--
+ They'd ne'er seen him before.
+
+ So quietly they sat them down,
+ To build a fort of sand;
+ Their backs were turned to the sea,
+ Their faces toward the land.
+
+ They had just built a famous fort--
+ The handkerchief flag was spread--
+ When up there came a stealthy wave,
+ And turned them heels over head.
+
+
+ After School Hours
+
+ School is closed and tasks are done,
+ Flowers are laughing in the sun;
+ Like the songsters in the air,
+ Happy children, banish care!
+
+
+ Riding on a Gate
+
+ Sing, sing,
+ What shall we sing,
+ A gate is a capital
+ Sort of thing.
+
+ If you have not a horse,
+ Or haven't a swing,
+ A gate is a capital
+ Sort of thing.
+
+ Cry, cry,
+ Finger in eye,
+ Go home to mother
+ And tell her why;
+
+ You've been riding,
+ And why not I?
+ Each in turn, isn't that the rule
+ For work or play, at home or school.
+
+
+ Walking Song
+
+ Come, my children, come away,
+ For the sun shines bright to-day;
+ Little children, come with me,
+ Birds, and brooks, and posies see;
+ Get your hats and come away,
+ For it is a pleasant day.
+
+ Bring the hoop and bring the ball,
+ Come with happy faces all,
+ Let us make a merry ring,
+ Talk, and laugh, and dance, and sing
+ Quickly, quickly come away,
+ For it is a pleasant day.
+
+
+ The Lost Playmate
+
+ The old school-house is still to day,
+ The rooms have no gay throng;
+ No ringing laugh is on the air,
+ There is no snatch of song.
+ The white-haired master sits upon
+ The seat beneath the tree,
+ And thinks upon the vanished face,
+ With all its boyish glee.
+
+ But a few short days ago, the lad
+ Was gayest of the gay,
+ Quick at the page of knowledge, and
+ The heartiest in play.
+ The pride of the home beside the stream,
+ With his pigeons in their cots,
+ And finding life a very dream,
+ In pleasant homely spots.
+
+ His school companions loving him,
+ And old folks speaking praise,
+ Of the well-loved boy, with frankest eyes,
+ And cheery, happy ways.
+ All in the village knew the boy,
+ From parson down to clerk,
+ And his whistle in the village street
+ Was clear as the song of lark.
+
+ But like a dream he's passed away,
+ And from the chamber dim,
+ In the fair light of summer day,
+ The peasants carry him.
+ And playmates gather at the grave,
+ The old schoolmaster there,
+ While blossomed boughs wave over-head,
+ And all around is fair.
+
+ True is the grief that brings the tear,
+ There is no empty show;
+ The simple neighbours see their loss,
+ And there is heart-felt woe.
+ They talk of the bright and lively lad,
+ Cut down in boyish prime,
+ And old folks think how strange is life,
+ More strange with passing time!
+
+ Oh! simple sight on green hill-side,
+ Away from pomp and power;
+ Here are the truths so oft denied
+ To the imperial hour.
+ Dear child, how precious are the tears,
+ Suffusing friendly eyes!
+ Sublimity is in their gleam,
+ A light from God's own skies.
+
+
+[Illustration: Naughty Mice Teasing the Poor Kitten.]
+
+
+[Page 83--Play Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Chinese Toy Merchant.]
+
+
+ In the Toy Shop
+
+ Cups and saucers, pots and pans,
+ China figures, Chinese fans,
+ Railway trains, with tops and tables,
+ Fairy tales, and Aesop's fables.
+
+ Clockwork mice, and colored marbles,
+ Painted bird that sweetly warbles,
+ Dolls of every age and size,
+ With flaxen curls and moving eyes.
+
+ Cows and horses, chickens, cats,
+ Rattles, windmills, boats and bats,
+ Ducks and geese, and golden fishes,
+ Skipping ropes, and copper dishes.
+
+ Books with coloured pictures, too,
+ And a thousand other things for you;
+ Dainty maidens, merry boys,
+ Here you are, all sorts of toys.
+
+
+ Neat Little Clara
+
+ "Little Clara, come away,
+ Little Clara, come and play;
+ Leave your work, Maria's here,
+ So come and play with me, my dear."
+
+ "I will come, and very soon,
+ For I always play at noon;
+ But must put my work away,
+ Ere with you I come and play.
+
+ First my bodkin I must place
+ With my needles in their case;
+ I like to put them by with care,
+ And then I always find them there.
+
+ There's my cotton, there's my thread
+ Thimble in its little bed;
+ All is safe--my box I lock,
+ Now I come--'tis twelve o'clock."
+
+
+ Playing Store
+
+ "Ting-a-ling!" Now they
+ Have opened the store,
+ Never was such
+ An assortment before;
+ Mud pies in plenty,
+ And parcels of sand,
+ Pebbles for sugar plums,
+ Always on hand.
+
+ Plenty of customers
+ Coming to buy,
+ "Brown sugar, white sugar
+ Which will you try?
+ Paper for money;
+ Their wealth, too, is vast;
+ In spite of the plenty,
+ They scatter it fast.
+
+ Quick little hands
+ Tie bundles with care,
+ Summer's glad music
+ Is filling the air;
+ Birdies fly over,
+ And wonder, no doubt,
+ What all these gay
+ little folks are about.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Shop.]
+
+
+ Fishing
+
+ He took a stick, he took a cord,
+ He took a crooked pin,
+ And went a-fishing in the sand
+ And almost tumbled in.
+ But just before he tumbled in,
+ By chance it came about,
+ He hooked a whiting and a sole,
+ And made them tumble out.
+
+
+ Hide and Seek
+
+ When the clean white cloth is laid,
+ And the cups are on the table,
+ When the tea and toast are made,
+ That's a happy time for Mabel.
+
+ Stealing to her mother's side,
+ In her ear she whispers low,
+ "When papa comes I'll hide;
+ Don't tell him where I go,"
+
+ On her knees upon the floor,
+ In below the sofa creeping;
+ When she hears him at the door,
+ She pretends that she is sleeping.
+
+ "Where is Mabel?" father cries,
+ Looking round and round about.
+ Then he murmurs in surprise,
+ "Surely Mabel can't be out."
+
+ First he looks behind his chair,
+ Then he peers beneath the table,
+ Seeking, searching everywhere
+ All in vain for little Mabel;
+
+ But at last he thinks he knows,
+ And he laughs and shakes his head,
+ Says to mother, "I suppose
+ Mabel has been put to bed."
+
+ But when he sits down to tea,
+ From beneath the sofa creeping,
+ Mabel climbs upon his knee,
+ Clasps her hands: "I was not sleeping."
+
+ When he asks, "Where is my girl's
+ Very secret hiding-place?"
+ Mabel only shakes her curls,
+ Laughing, smiling, in his face.
+
+
+[Illustration: Johnny Giving his Sister a Ride.]
+
+
+[Page 84--Play Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Playhouse Coach.]
+
+
+ Little Sailors
+
+ Now, Harry, pull the chairs up,
+ And, Fanny, get the shawl;
+ We'll play that we are sailors,
+ And that we're in a squall.
+
+ The fire will be a lighthouse,
+ To warn us off the shore;
+ And we will place the footstools
+ For rocks, out on the floor.
+
+ Now this chair is the stern
+ And that one is the bow;
+ But there, you must be careful,
+ And not lean hard, you know.
+
+ Now, sailors, pull that sail up,
+ And tuck the corners in--
+ Well if you want it tighter,
+ Ask mother for a pin.
+
+ Now couldn't we sing something
+ About the "Ocean Blue"?
+ Well, never mind, "By-baby"
+ Or anything will do.
+
+ Take care, you careless sailors,
+ And mind what you are about,
+ You know the sea will drown you,
+ If you should tumble out.
+
+
+ Brother Playing
+
+ Up and down the play-room,
+ Then behind the door,
+ Now upon the sofa,
+ Now upon the floor.
+
+ In below the table,
+ Round the big arm-chair,
+ Goes my little brother,
+ Crying "Are you there?"
+
+ And when brother sees me,
+ Then away I run;
+ And he follows after,
+ Merry with the fun.
+
+ So at hide and seek we play.
+ And pass the happy hours away.
+
+
+ Girls and Boys, Come Out to Play
+
+ Girls and boys,
+ Come out to play,
+ The sun is shining
+ Away, away.
+
+ Into the meadow
+ Over the way,
+ Tumbling and tossing
+ The new-mown hay.
+
+ Into the hedgerow
+ Picking the May;
+ Over the hills
+ And far away.
+
+ Down by the brook
+ Where the ripples play,
+ Whirling and winding
+ Their silvery way,
+
+ Then home again
+ By a different way,
+ Picking an armful
+ Of wildflowers gay.
+
+ For mother dear
+ To gladden her way,
+ And wake in her heart
+ A cheerful lay.
+
+ For every leaf
+ Has it's sunny ray;
+ All nature is happy
+ And seems to say:
+
+ Girls and boys,
+ Come out to play.
+ The sun is shining
+ Away, away.
+
+
+ Two Merry Men
+
+ Two merry men,
+ One summer day,
+ Forsook their toys,
+ And forgot their play.
+
+ Two little faces,
+ Full of fun,
+ Two little hearts
+ That beat as one.
+
+ Four little hands,
+ At work with a will,
+ Four little legs
+ That can't keep still.
+
+ For labour is sweet,
+ And toil is fun,
+ When mother wants
+ Any work to be done.
+
+
+ Mud Pies
+
+ Tell me little ladies,
+ Playing in the sun,
+ How many minutes
+ Till the baking's done?
+
+ Susy gets the flour,
+ All of golden dust;
+ Harry builds the oven,
+ Lily rolls the crust.
+
+ Pat it here, and pat it there;
+ What a dainty size!
+ Bake it on a shelf of stone,
+ Nice mud pies!
+
+ Now we want a shower--
+ For we need it so--
+ It would make a roadside,
+ Such a heap of dough.
+
+ Turn them in, and turn them out,
+ How the morning flies!
+ Ring the bell for dinner--
+ Hot mud pies!
+
+
+ The Playful Girl
+
+ I know a little girl,
+ Who is very fond of play:
+ And if her ma would let her,
+ Would do nothing else all day.
+
+ She has a little doll,
+ And another one quite large.
+ She plays she has a little home,
+ And house cares to discharge.
+
+ But when her mamma calls her,
+ Some real work to do,
+ She does not like to leave her play,
+ And pouts till she is through.
+
+
+ Hay Making
+
+ In the hay, in the hay,
+ Toss we and tumble;
+ No one to say us nay,
+ All through this Summer's day!
+ No one to grumble.
+
+ In the hat, in the hay,
+ Arthur we'll smother;
+ Bring armfuls, heap them high,
+ Pile them up--now good-bye,
+ Poor little brother!
+
+ In the hay, in the hay,
+ Snugly reclining,
+ Shaded from the noontide heat,
+ Smelling the clover sweet,
+ See us all dining;
+
+ While the haymakers sit
+ Under the willows,
+ Each with his bread and cheese
+ Spread out upon his knees,
+ Hay for their pillows.
+
+ Hark! how the laugh and chat,
+ Happy, light hearted!
+ Now to their work they go,
+ Raking up one long row,
+ Fit to be carted.
+
+ Now comes the wagon near,
+ Quickly they're loading;
+ Rake away! rake away!
+ While it's fine make the hay--
+ Rain is foreboding.
+
+ Now that the sunset ray
+ Says the day's over,
+ Homeward we make our way,
+ In the cart strewn with hay,
+ Smelling of clover.
+
+ Mrs. Hawtrey
+
+
+[Illustration: American Indian Boys at Play.]
+
+
+[Page 85--Play Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Thomas Mending his Bat.]
+
+
+[Illustration: My Dog and I Dancing.]
+
+
+ Johnny the Stout
+
+ "Ho! for a frolic!"
+ Said Johnny the stout;
+ "There's coasting and sledding;
+ I'm going out."
+
+ Scarcely had Johnny
+ Plunged in the snow,
+ When there came a complaint
+ Up from his toe:
+
+ "We're cold" said the toe,
+ "I and the rest;
+ There's ten of us freezing,
+ Standing abreast."
+
+ Then up spoke an ear;
+ "My, but it's labor--
+ Playing in winter. Eh!
+ Opposite neighbour!"
+
+ "Pooh!" said his nose,
+ Angry and red;
+ "Who wants to tingle?
+ Go home to bed!"
+
+ Eight little fingers,
+ Four to a thumb,
+ All cried together--
+ "Johnny, we're numb!"
+
+ But Johnny the stout
+ Wouldn't listen a minute;
+ Never a snow-bank
+ But Johnny was in it.
+
+ Tumbling and jumping,
+ Shouting with glee,
+ Wading the snow-drifts
+ Up to his knee.
+
+ Soon he forgot them,
+ Fingers and toes,
+ Never once thought of
+ The ear and the nose.
+
+ Ah! What a frolic!
+ All in a glow,
+ Johnny grew warmer
+ Out in the snow.
+
+ Often his breathing
+ Came with a joke;
+ "Blaze away, Johnny!
+ I'll do the smoke."
+
+ "And I'll do the fire,"
+ Said Johnny the bold.
+ "Fun is the fuel
+ For driving off cold."
+
+
+[Illustration: Going to dig Sand.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Sorry He Played.]
+
+
+[Page 86--Play Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Lamb Playing Tennis.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Puss Blowing Bubbles.]
+
+
+ Training Time
+
+ Supper is over,
+ Now for fun,
+ This is the season
+ Children must run;
+
+ Papa is reading;
+ Says, of these boys;
+ "Pray did you ever
+ Hear such a noise?"
+
+ Riding on "camels"
+ Over the floor,
+ See, one's a squirrel
+ Climbing the door;
+
+ There goes the baby
+ Flat on his nose,
+ Brother was trying
+ To tickle his toes.
+
+ Little he minds it,
+ Though he would cry,
+ Changed it to laughter
+ As Lyn galloped by;
+
+ Order is nowhere,
+ Fun is the rule;
+ Think, they are children
+ Just out of school.
+
+ Home is their palace;
+ They are the kings
+ Let them be masters,
+ Of just a few things;
+
+ Only one short hour
+ Out of all day,
+ Give them full freedom;
+ Join in their play.
+
+ Do not be angry
+ Do not forget
+ You liked to make noise
+ Sometimes do yet;
+
+ Home will be sweeter
+ Till life is done
+ If you will give them
+ An hour of fun.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Puss Playing Cricket.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Frogs Playing Cricket.]
+
+
+[Page 87--Play Land]
+
+
+ Playtime
+
+ Play-time, play-time, hurrah!
+ Out in the fields together!
+ Don't let us lose a moment's time,
+ This fine, bright, glorious weather.
+
+ Run, boys! Run, boys! faster!
+ Ball and the bats for cricket;
+ Jack, you're the fastest runner here,
+ Be off, and pitch the wicket.
+
+ Football for those who choose--
+ The goal stick--go, Jim, fix it;
+ Give us the ball; who's won the toss?
+ Now, for the first who kicks it.
+
+ No lazy ones today;
+ Off, stretch your legs running!
+ Now for the hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
+ And let the noise be stunning.
+
+ Hear how it echoes round!
+ Another and another!
+ No fear of noise, it won't disturb
+ Old granny and poor mother.
+
+ Hullo there! no foul play!
+ Dick, what is that you're saying?
+ No bad words and no cruel sport;
+ We're come for fun and playing.
+
+
+ Romping
+
+ Why now, my dear boys, this is always the way,
+ You can't be contented with innocent play;
+ But this sort of romping, so noisy and high,
+ Is never left off till it ends in a cry.
+
+ What! are there no games you can take a delight in,
+ But kicking and knocking, and tearing, and fighting?
+ It is a sad thing to be forced to conclude
+ That boys can't be merry, without being rude.
+
+ Now what is the reason you never can play
+ Without snatching each other's playthings away?
+ Would it be any hardship to let them alone,
+ When every one of you has toys of his own?
+
+ I often have told you before, my dear boys,
+ That I do not object to your making a noise;
+ Or running and jumping about, anyhow,
+ But fighting and mischief I cannot allow.
+
+ So, if any more of these quarrels are heard,
+ I tell you this once, and I'll keep to my word,
+ I'll take every marble, and spintop and ball,
+ And not let you play with each other at all.
+
+
+ Nurse's Song
+
+ When the voices of children are heard on the green,
+ And laughing is heard on the hill,
+ My heart is at rest within my breast,
+ And everything else is still.
+
+ "Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
+ And the dews of the night arise;
+ Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
+ Till the morning appears in the skies."
+
+ "No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
+ And we cannot go to sleep;
+ Besides in the sky the little birds fly,
+ And the hills are covered with sheep."
+
+ "Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
+ And then go home to bed."
+ The little ones leaped, and shouted and laughed,
+ And all the hills echoed.
+
+ W. Blake
+
+
+[Illustration: Our See-Saw.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Owls See-Sawing.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Pigs See-Sawing.]
+
+
+[Page 88--Play Land]
+
+
+ Swinging
+
+ Here we go on the garden swing,
+ Under the chestnut tree.
+ Up in the branches birdies sing
+ Songs to Baby and me,
+ Baby and Kitty and me.
+ Then up, high up, for the ropes are long,
+ And down, low down, for the branch is strong.
+
+ And there's room on the seat for three,
+ Just Baby and Kitty and me
+ Merrily swinging,
+ Merrily singing,
+ Under the chestnut tree.
+
+ Up to the clustering leaves we go,
+ Down we sweep to the grass,
+ Touching the daisies there below,
+ Bowing to let us pass,
+ Smiling to us as we pass.
+ Then up, high up, for the ropes are long,
+ And down, low down, for the branch is strong.
+
+ And there's room on the seat for three,
+ Just Baby and Kitty and me
+ Merrily swinging,
+ Merrily singing,
+ Under the chestnut tree.
+
+
+ Skating
+
+ One day it chanced that Miss Maud did meet
+ The poet's little son,
+ "I'm going skating, Sir," she said;
+ "And so am I," said John.
+
+ "If you can skate and I can skate,
+ Why let me skate with you,
+ We'll go the whole world round and round,
+ And skate the whole year through."
+
+ They skated left, and skated right,
+ Miss Maud and little John,
+ That is--as long as there was ice
+ For them to skate upon.
+
+ And then they did unstrap their skates
+ Like other girls and men,
+ And never used them once--until
+ They put them on again!
+
+
+ The Skipping Rope
+
+ Lessons now at last are over,
+ Books and slates are put away;
+ Hymns attentively repeated,
+ Copy without a blot completed,
+ Now's the time for fun and play.
+
+ Lessons done with cheerful spirit
+ Bring the sure reward of merit,
+ Smiling face and heart so gay;
+ In this bright and smiling weather,
+ Merrily they all together,
+ With the skipping rope will play;
+
+ And if only Tom and Polly
+ Will come too, it will be jolly!
+ Here they are now, foot it lightly,
+ Hand in hand they skip so sprightly,
+ Bees are humming,
+ Summer's coming.
+
+ Birds are singing as they're bringing
+ Twigs from many a distant tree;
+ Lined with down, and moss, and feather,
+ Where they'll sit and chirp together,
+ Oh! how snug those homes will be!
+
+ O'er the ropes so lightly skipping,
+ O'er the grass so lightly tripping,
+ The children are as glads as they.
+ Lessons are done with cheerful spirit,
+ Bring the sure reward of merit;
+
+ And remember, too, that they
+ Who work hardest day by day,
+ Always most enjoy their play.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Piggy Swinging.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Kangaroos Jumping.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Kangaroos Skipping.]
+
+
+[Page 89--Play Land]
+
+
+ The Baby's Debut
+
+ My brother Jack was nine in May,
+ And I was eight on New Year's day;
+ So in Kate Wilson's shop
+ Papa (he's my papa and Jack's)
+ Bought me, last week, a doll of wax,
+ And brother Jack a top.
+
+ Jack's in the pouts, and this it is,
+ He thinks mine came to more than his;
+ So to my drawer he goes,
+ Takes out the doll, and, O, my stars!
+ He pokes her head between the bars,
+ And melts off half her nose!
+
+ Quite cross, a bit of string I beg,
+ And tie it to his peg-top's peg,
+ And bang with might and main,
+ It's head against the parlor door:
+ Off flies the head, and hits the floor,
+ And breaks a window-pane.
+
+ This made him cry with rage and spite:
+ Well, let him cry, it serves him right.
+ A pretty thing, forsooth!
+ If he's to melt, all scalding hot.
+ Half my doll's nose, and I am not
+ To draw his peg-top's tooth!
+
+ Aunt Hannah heard the window break,
+ And cried "O naughty Nancy Lake,
+ Thus to distress your aunt:
+ No Drury-lane for you to-day!"
+ And while papa said "Pooh, she may!"
+ Mamma said "No she sha'n't!"
+
+ Well, after many a sad reproach,
+ They got into a hackney coach,
+ And trotted down the street.
+ I saw them go: one horse was blind,
+ The tails of both hung down behind,
+ Their shoes were on their feet.
+
+ The chaise in which poor brother Bill
+ Used to be drawn to Pentonville,
+ Stood in the lumber-room:
+ I wiped the dust from off the top,
+ While molly mopp'd it with a mop,
+ And brush'd it with a broom.
+
+ My uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes,
+ Came in at six to black the shoes,
+ (I always talk to Sam:)
+ So what does he, but takes, and drags
+ Me in the chaise among the flags,
+ And leaves me where I am.
+
+ My father's walls are made of brick,
+ But not so tall and not so thick
+ As these; and, goodness me!
+ My father's beams are made of wood,
+ But never, never half so good
+ As those that now I see.
+
+ What a large floor! 'tis like a town!
+ The carpet, when they lay it down,
+ Won't hide it, I'll be bound;
+ And there's a row of lamps!--my eye!
+ How they do blaze! I wonder why
+ They keep them on the ground.
+
+
+ Let the Child Play
+
+ He who checks a child with terror,
+ Stops its play and stills its song,
+ Not alone commits an error
+ But a great and grievous wrong.
+
+ Give it play, and never fear it;
+ Active life is no defect.
+ Never, never break its spirit;
+ Curb it only to direct.
+
+ Would you stop the flowing river,
+ Thinking it would cease to flow?
+ Onward in must flow forever;
+ Better teach it where to go.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Pussies' Fan Dance.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Dog Dance.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Round Dance.]
+
+
+[Page 90--Reading Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Pussies Reading Childland.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Monkey Learning From Childland.]
+
+
+ Reading
+
+ "And so you do not like to spell,
+ Mary, my dear, oh, very well:
+ 'Tis dull and troublesome,' you say,
+ And you had rather be at play.
+
+ "Then bring me all your books again;
+ Nay, Mary, why do you complain?
+ For as you do not choose to read,
+ You shall not have your books, indeed.
+
+ "So, as you wish to be a dunce,
+ Pray go and fetch me them at once;
+ For if you will not learn to spell,
+ 'Tis vain to think of reading well.
+
+ "Do you not think you'll blush to own
+ When you become a woman grown,
+ Without one good excuse to plead,
+ That you have never learnt to read?"
+
+ "Oh, dear mamma," said Mary then,
+ "Do let me have my books again;
+ I'll not fret any more indeed,
+ If you will let me learn to read."
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+ Mrs Grammar's Ball
+
+ Mrs Grammar once gave a fine ball
+ To the nine different parts of our speech;
+ To the short and the tall,
+ To the stout and the small,
+ There were pies, plums and puddings for each.
+
+ And first little Articles came,
+ In a hurry to make themselves known--
+ Fat _A_, _An_, and _The_;
+ But none of the three
+ Could stand for a minute alone.
+
+ The Adjectives came to announce
+ That their dear friends the Nouns were at hand,
+ _Rough_, _rougher_ and _roughest_,
+ _Tough_, _tougher_ and _toughest_,
+ _Fat_, _merry_, _good-natured_ and _grand_.
+
+ The Nouns were indeed on their way,
+ Tens of thousands, and more, I should think;
+ For each name we could utter,
+ _Shop_, _shoulder_, or _shutter_,
+ Is a noun: _lady_, _lion_ or _link_.
+
+ The Pronouns were hastening fast
+ To push the Nouns out of their places:
+ _I_, _thou_, _he_, and _she_,
+ _You_, _it_, _they_, and _we_,
+ With their sprightly intelligent faces.
+
+ Some cried out, "Make way for the Verbs!
+ A great crowd is coming in view!"
+ To _light_ and to _smile_,
+ To _fight_ and to _bite_,
+ To _be_, and to _have_, and to _do_.
+
+ The Adverbs attended on the Verbs,
+ Behind as their footmen they ran;
+ As this, "to fight _badly_,"
+ And "run _away gladly_,"
+ Shows how fighting and running were done.
+
+ Prepositions came _in_, _by_, and _near_;
+ With Conjunctions, a wee little band,
+ As _either_ you _or_ he,
+ But _neither_ I _nor_ she;
+ They held their great friends by the hand.
+
+ Then, too, with a _hip_, _hip_, _hurrah_!
+ Rushed in Interjections uproarious;
+ _Dear me!_ _well-a-day!_
+ When they saw the display,
+ "_Ha! Ha!_" they all shouted out, "glorious!"
+
+ But, alas! what misfortunes were nigh!
+ While the fun and the feasting pleased each,
+ Pounced on them at once
+ A monster--a Dunce!
+ And confounded the nine parts of speech!
+
+ Help! friends! to the rescue! on you
+ For aid Verb and Article call;
+ Oh! give your protection
+ To poor Interjection,
+ Noun, Pronoun, Conjunction, and all!
+
+
+ Grammar In Rhyme
+
+ Three little words we often see,
+ And Article, _a_, _an_, _the_.
+
+ Noun's the name of anything,
+ As _school_ or _garden_, _hoop_ or _string_.
+
+ Adjective tells the kind of noun,
+ As _great_, _small_, _pretty_, _white_ or _brown_.
+
+ Instead of nouns, the Pronoun stand
+ John's head, _his_ face, _my_ arm, _your_ hand.
+
+ Verbs tell us of something being done,
+ To _read_, _write_, _count_, _sing_, _jump_, or _run_.
+
+ How things are done, the Adverbs tell,
+ As _slowly_, _quickly_, _ill_, or _well_.
+
+ A Preposition stands before
+ A noun, as _in_ or _through_ a door.
+
+ Conjunctions join the nouns together
+ as men _and_ children, wind _and_ weather.
+
+ The Interjection shows surprise,
+ As _Oh_, how pretty! _Ah_, how wise!
+
+ The whole are called nine parts of speech,
+ Which reading, writing, speaking teach.
+
+
+ Value of Reading
+
+ The poor wretch who digs the mine for bread,
+ Or ploughs so that others may be fed,--
+ Feels less fatigue, than that decreed
+ To him that cannot think or read!
+
+ Hannah More
+
+
+[Page 91--Reading Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Dogs Reading Childland.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Rook Reading Childland.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Rabbit Reading Childland.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Storks Reading Childland.]
+
+
+[Page 92--Writing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Little Flo Writing Letter.]
+
+
+ Little Flo's Letter
+
+ A sweet little baby brother
+ Had come to live with Flo,
+ And she wanted it brought to the table,
+ That it might eat and grow.
+ "It must wait a while," said grandma,
+ In answer to her plea,
+ "For a little thing that hasn't teeth
+ Can't eat like you and me."
+
+ "Why hasn't it got teeth, grandma?"
+ Asked Flo in great surprise,
+ "O my, but isn't it funny?--
+ No teeth, but nose and eyes.
+ "I guess," after thinking gravely,
+ They must have been forgot.
+ Can't we buy him some like grandpa's?
+ I'd like to know why not."
+
+ That afternoon, to the corner,
+ With paper, and pen, and ink,
+ Went Flo, saying, "Don't talk to me;
+ If you do, it'll 'sturb my think.
+ I'm writing a letter, grandma,
+ To send away to-night,
+ An' 'cause it's very 'portant,
+ I want to get it right."
+
+ At last the letter was finished,
+ A wonderful thing to see,
+ And directed to "God, in Heaven."
+ Please read it over to me,"
+ Said little Flo to her grandma,
+ "To see if it's right, you know."
+ And here is the letter written
+ To God by little Flo:--
+
+ "Dear God: The baby you brought us
+ Is awful nice and sweet,
+ But 'cause you forgot his tooffies
+ The poor little thing can't eat.
+ That's why I'm writing this letter,
+ A purpose to let you know.
+ Please come and finish the baby,
+ That's all--From Little Flo."
+
+ Eben. E. Rexford
+
+
+ Exercise Makes Perfect
+
+ True ease in writing
+ Comes from art, not chance,
+ As those move easiest
+ Who have learned to dance.
+
+ Pope
+
+
+ Hurrah for the Postman
+
+ Hurrah for the postman
+ Who brings us the news!
+ What a lot it must take
+ To pay for his shoes.
+
+ For he walks many miles
+ Each day of the week,
+ And though he would like to,
+ Must not stay to speak.
+
+ Red stripes round his blue cap,
+ With clothing to match it;
+ If he lost any letters,
+ Oh, wouldn't he catch it!
+
+
+ Two Letters
+
+ FIRST
+
+ Dear Grandmamma--I write to say
+ (And you'll be glad, I know,)
+ That I am coming, Saturday,
+ To spend a week or so.
+
+ I'm coming, too, without mamma,
+ You know I'm eight years old!
+ And you shall see how good I'll be,
+ To do as I am told.
+
+ I'll help you lots about your word--
+ There's so much I can do--
+ I'll weed the garden, hunt for eggs,
+ And feed the chickens, too.
+
+ And maybe I will be so good
+ You'll keep me there till fall;
+ Or, better still, perhaps you'll say
+ I can't go home at all!
+
+ Now grandmamma, please don't forget
+ To meet me at the train,
+ For I'll be sure to come--unless
+ It should cloud up and rain!
+
+ SECOND
+
+ Dear Mamma--Please put on your things,
+ And take the next express;
+ I want to go back home again--
+ I'm very sick, I guess!
+
+ My grandma's very good to me,
+ But grandma isn't you;
+ And I forgot, when I came here,
+ I'd got to sleep here, too!
+
+ Last night I cried myself to sleep,
+ I wanted you so bad!
+ To day, I cannot play or eat,
+ I feel so very sad.
+
+ Please, mamma, come, for I don't see
+ How I can bear to wait!
+ You'll find me, with my hat and sack
+ Out by the garden gate.
+
+ And grandma will not care a bit
+ If you should come, I know;
+ Because I am your own little girl,
+ And I do love you so.
+
+
+ Nell's Letter
+
+ Dear Grandmamma, I will try to write
+ A very little letter;
+ If I don't spell the words all right,
+ Why next time I'll do better.
+
+ My little rabbit is alive,
+ And likes his milk and clover,
+ He likes to se me very much,
+ But is afraid of Rover.
+
+ I have a dove as white as snow,
+ I hall her "Polly Feather";
+ She flies and hops about the yard,
+ In every kind of weather.
+
+ The hens are picking off the grass,
+ And singing very loudly;
+ While our old peacock struts about,
+ And shows his feathers proudly.
+
+ I think I'll close my letter now,
+ I've nothing more to tell;
+ Please answer soon, and come to see
+ Your loving, little Nell.
+
+
+ Baby's Letter to Uncle
+
+ Dear Old Uncle--I dot oor letter;
+ My dear mamma, she ditten better;
+ She every day a little bit stronger,
+ Don't mean to be sick very much longer.
+
+ Dear little baby had a bad colic;
+ Had to take three drops of nassy palagolic.
+ Toot a dose of tatnip--felt worse as ever;
+ Shan't tate no mors tytnip, never!
+
+ Wind on tomit, felt pooty bad;
+ Worse fit of sickness ever I had!
+ Ever had stomit ate, ole uncle Bill?
+ Ain't no fun, now, say what oo will.
+
+ I used to sleep all day, and cry all night;
+ Don't do it now, 'cause it ain't yite.
+ Got a head of hair jess as black as night
+ And big boo eyes, yat look very bright.
+
+ My mamma say, never did see
+ Any ozzer baby half as sweet as me.
+ Grandma come often, aunt Sarah, too;
+ Baby loves zem, baby loves oo.
+
+ Baby sends a pooty kiss to his uncles all,
+ Aunties and cousins, big folks and small.
+ Can't say any more, so dood by--
+ Bully old uncle wiz a glass eye!
+
+
+ The First Letter
+
+ "Did you ever get a letter?
+ I did the other day.
+ It was in a real envelope,
+ And it came a long, long way.
+
+ A stamp was in the corner
+ And some printing when it came,
+ And the one that wrote the letter
+ Had put 'Miss' before my name.
+
+ Then there came a lot more written,
+ I forget now what it read,
+ But it told the office people
+ Where I lived, mamma said.
+
+ Don't you s'pose those letter-persons,
+ If they hadn't just been told,
+ Would have thought 'twas for a lady
+ Who was awful, awful old?
+
+ For it looked real big and heavy,
+ The outside was stuck with glue,
+ So they couldn't know I'm little,
+ I don't think they could. Do you?"
+
+ Youth's Companion
+
+
+[Page 93--Writing Land]
+
+
+ I'm Going to Write to Papa
+
+ I'm going to write to papa,
+ I guess he'd like to hear
+ What his little girl is doing,
+ The same as when he is near;
+
+ I'll tell him how I miss him,
+ And how I'd wish he'd come,
+ And never, never, leave us,
+ But always stay at home.
+
+ I'll tell him 'bout my dolly,
+ She's sleeping on the floor,
+ I fear that noise will wake her,
+ Oh! please don't slam the door.
+
+ For I must not be bothered,
+ That's just what ma would say,
+ When she begins a letter,
+ And sends me off to play.
+
+ I'll send him lots of kisses,
+ And one bright shining curl,
+ I'll ask him to remember
+ His lonely little girl;
+
+ I want so much to see him,
+ But I won't cry a wink,
+ Cause when I write my letter,
+ The tears would blot my ink.
+
+ I'm going to write to papa,
+ And oh! how glad he'll be.
+ To get a little letter
+ That was written all by me.
+
+
+ Old Letters
+
+ I gaze upon ye, once again,
+ Old records of the past,
+ And o'er the dim and faded lines
+ My tears are falling fast;
+
+ I deem'd not there was a power yet,
+ In these few simple words,
+ To stir within my quiet heart
+ Such old familiar chords.
+
+ Ye bring me back mine early dreams--
+ Oh, but to dream them now,
+ With childhood's fresh, unwearied heart,
+ And pure unsadden'd brow!
+
+ The loved--the lost--the changed--
+ The dead--all these we conjure up,
+ And mingled in the draught
+ That lies in memory's magic cup.
+
+ Old letters--sad mementoes ye,
+ Of friendship's shatter'd chain,
+ Oh! that the hand these pages traced,
+ My own might clasp again.
+
+ They tell me yet of early love,
+ Of feelings glad and gay,
+ Of childhood's April hopes and fears--
+ The writers, where are they?
+
+ Time's changes are for deeper things
+ Than folly's vain pursuit,
+ Spring blossoms fade, to leave a place
+ For autumn's ripen'd fruit.
+
+ Look back upon the buried past,
+ But not with vain regret,
+ Be grateful for the many joys
+ That bloom around thee yet.
+
+ Bend heavenward thine onward course,
+ That years of coming age
+ May leave an impress in life's book,
+ Pure as its opening page!
+
+
+ Papa's Letter
+
+ I was sitting in my study,
+ Writing letters, when I heard:
+ "Please, dear mamma, Mary told me
+ That you mustn't be disturbed.
+
+ But I'se tired of the kitty,
+ Want some ozzer thing to do.
+ Writing letters is 'ou mamma?
+ Tan't I write a letter, too?"
+
+ "Not now, darling, mamma's busy;
+ Run and play with kitty now."
+ "No--no mamma; me wite letter,
+ Ten you will show me how."
+
+ I would paint my darling's portrait,
+ As his sweet eyes searched my face--
+ Hair of gold and eyes of azure,
+ Form of childish witching grace.
+
+ But the eager face was clouded,
+ As I slowly shook my head,
+ Till I said: "I'll make a letter,
+ Of you, darling boy, instead."
+
+ So I parted back the tresses
+ From his forehead high and white,
+ And a stamp in sport I pasted,
+ 'Mid its waves of golden light.
+
+ Then I said: "Now, little letter,
+ Go away and bear good news,"
+ And I smiled as down the staircase
+ Clattered loud the little shoes.
+
+ Leaving me, the darling hurried
+ Down to Mary in his glee:
+ "Mamma's witting lots of letters;
+ I'se a letter, Mary, see."
+
+ No one heard the little prattler,
+ As once more he climbed the stair.
+ Reached his little cap and tippet,
+ Standing on the table there.
+
+ No one heard the front door open,
+ No one saw the golden hair,
+ As it floated o'er his shoulders
+ On the crisp October air.
+
+ Down the street the baby hastened,
+ Till he reached the office door:
+ "I'se a letter, Mr. Postman,
+ Is there room for any more?
+
+ 'Cause this letter's going to papa;
+ Papa lives with God, 'ou know:
+ Mamma sent me for a letter;
+ Does 'ou fink at I tan do?"
+
+ But the clerk in wonder answered,
+ "Not to-day, my little man;"
+ "Den I'll find anozzer office,
+ 'Cause I must go if I tan."
+
+ Fain the clerk would have detained him,
+ But the pleading face was gone,
+ And the little feet were hastening,
+ By the busy crowd swept on.
+
+ Suddenly the crowd was parted,
+ People fled to left and right,
+ As a pair of maddened horses
+ At that moment dashed in sight.
+
+ No one saw the baby figure,
+ No one saw the golden hair,
+ Till a voice of frightened sweetness
+ Rang out on the autumn air.
+
+ 'Twas too late: a moment only
+ Stood the beauteous vision there:
+ Then the little face lay lifeless
+ Covered o'er with golden hair.
+
+ Rev'rently they raised my darling,
+ Brushed away the curls of gold,
+ Saw the stamp upon the forehead
+ Growing now so icy cold.
+
+ Not a mark left the face disfigured,
+ Showing where a hoof had trod;
+ But the little life was ended--
+ "Papa's letter" was with God.
+
+
+ Bessie's Letter
+
+ I have got a letter,
+ A letter of my own,
+ It has my name upon it,
+ Miss Bessie L. Stone.
+
+ My papa sent it to me,
+ He's away from home--you see
+ I guess the postman wondered
+ Who Bessie Stone could be.
+
+ I'd like to send an answer,
+ But I don't know how to spell;
+ I'll get mamma to do it,
+ And that will do as well.
+
+
+ A Little Boy's Valentine
+
+ Little girl across the way,
+ You are so very sweet,
+ I shouldn't be a bit surprised
+ If you were good to eat.
+
+ Now what I'd like if you would too,
+ Would be to go and play--
+ Well, all the time, and all my life,
+ On your side of the way.
+
+ I don't know anybody yet
+ On your side of the street,
+ But often I look over there
+ And watch you--you're so sweet.
+
+ When I am big, I tell you what,
+ I don't care what they say,
+ I'll go across--and stay there, too,
+ On your side of the way.
+
+
+ Letter Writing
+
+ Heaven first taught letters
+ For some wretch's aid,
+ Some banish'd lover,
+ Or some captive maid.
+
+ They live, they speak,
+ They breathe what love inspires,
+ Warm from the soul,
+ And faithful to its fires;
+
+ The virgin's wish
+ Without her fears impart,
+ Excuse the blush,
+ And pour out all the heart--
+
+ Speed the soft intercourse
+ From soul to soul,
+ And waft a sigh
+ From Indus to the pole.
+
+
+ Boil it Down
+
+ Whatever you have to say my friend,
+ Whether witty, grave, or gay,
+ Condense as much as ever you can,
+ And that is the readiest way;
+ And whether you write of rural affairs,
+ Or particular things in town,
+ Just take a word of friendly advice--
+ "Boil it down."
+
+
+ Letters from Home
+
+ Letters from home! How musical to the ear
+ Of the sailor-boy on the far-off main,
+ When, from the friendly vessel drawing near,
+ Across the billow floats the gentle strain,
+ The words the tear-drops of his memory move;
+ They tell a mother's or a sister's love;
+ And playmates, friends, and sweetheart to him come
+ Out to him on the sea, in letters from his home.
+ How warmly there the tender home-light shines!
+ What household music lives in those dear tender lines.
+
+
+[Page 94--Writing Land]
+
+
+ Polly's Letter to Brother Ben
+
+ Dear Brother Ben,
+ I take my pen
+ To tell you where,
+ And how, and when,
+ I found the nest
+ Of our speckled hen.
+ She would never lay,
+ In a sensible way,
+ Like other hens,
+ In the barn or the hay;
+
+ But here and there
+ And everywhere,
+ On the stable floor,
+ And the wood-house stair,
+ And once on the ground
+ Her eggs I found.
+ But yesterday
+ I ran away,
+ With mother's leave,
+ In the barn to play.
+
+ The sun shone bright
+ On the seedy floor,
+ And the doves so white
+ Were a pretty sight
+ As they walked in and out
+ Of the open door,
+ With their little red feet
+ And their features neat,
+ Cooing and cooing
+ More and more.
+
+ Well, I went out
+ To look about
+ On the platform wide,
+ Where side by side
+ I could see the pig-pens
+ In their pride;
+ And beyond them both,
+ On a narrow shelf,
+ I saw the speckled hen
+ Hide herself
+
+ Behind a pile
+ Of hoes and rakes
+ And pieces of boards
+ And broken stakes.
+ "Ah! ha! old hen,
+ I have found you now,
+ But to reach your nest
+ I don't know how,
+ Unless I could creep
+ Or climb or crawl
+ Along the edge
+ Of the pig-pen wall."
+
+ And while I stood
+ In a thoughtful meed,
+ The speckled hen cackled
+ As loud as she could,
+ And flew away,
+ As much as to say,
+ "For once my treasure
+ Is out of your way."
+ I did not wait
+ A moment then:
+ I couldn't be conquered
+ By that old hen!
+
+ But along the edge
+ Of the slippery ledge
+ I carefully crept,
+ For the great pigs slept,
+ And I dared not
+ even look to see
+ If they were thinking
+ Of eating me
+ But all at once,
+ Oh, what a dunce!
+
+ I dropped my basket
+ Into the pen,
+ The one you gave me,
+ Brother Ben;
+ There were two eggs in it,
+ By the way,
+ That I found in the manger
+ Under the hay.
+ Then the pigs got up
+ And ran about
+ With a noise between
+ A grunt and a shout.
+
+ And when I saw them,
+ Rooting, rooting,
+ Of course I slipped
+ And lost my footing,
+ And tripped,
+ And jumped,
+ And finally fell
+ Right down among
+ The pigs pell-mell.
+ For once in my life
+ I was afraid;
+ For the door that led
+ Out to the shed
+
+ Was fastened tight
+ With and iron hook,
+ And father was down
+ In the fields by the brook,
+ Hoeing and weeding
+ His rows of corn,
+ And here was his Polly
+ So scared and forlorn,
+ But I called him, and called him,
+ As loud as I could.
+ I knew he would hear me--
+ He must and he should.
+
+ "O father! O father!
+ (Get out, you old pig).
+ O father! oh! oh!"
+ For their mouths are so big.
+ Then I waited a minute
+ And called him again,
+ "O father! O father!
+ I am in the pig pen!"
+ And father did hear,
+ And he threw down his hoe,
+ And scampered as fast
+ As a father could go.
+
+ The pigs had pushed me
+ Close to the wall,
+ And munched my basket,
+ Eggs and all,
+ And chewed my sun-bonnet
+ Into a ball.
+ And one had rubbed
+ His muddy nose
+ All over my apron,
+ Clean and white;
+
+ And they sniffed at me,
+ And stepped on my toes,
+ But hadn't taken
+ The smallest bite,
+ When father opened
+ The door at last,
+ And oh! in his arms
+ He held me fast.
+
+ E. W. Denison
+
+
+ Writing
+
+ Little pens of metal,
+ Little drops of ink,
+ Make the wicked tremble,
+ And the people think.
+
+
+ Value of Writing
+
+ Blest be that gracious power
+ Who taught mankind
+ To stamp a lasting image
+ On the mind:
+
+ Beasts may convey,
+ And tuneful birds may sing
+ Their mutual feelings
+ In the opening spring;
+
+ But man alone has skill
+ And power to send
+ The heart's warm dictates
+ To the distant friend:
+
+ Tis his also to please,
+ Instruct, advise,
+ Ages remote,
+ And nations yet to rise.
+
+ Crabbe
+
+
+ Use the Pen
+
+ Use the pen! there's magic in it,
+ Never let it lag behind;
+ Write thy thought, the pen can win it
+ From the chaos of the mind.
+
+ Many a gem is lost forever
+ By the careless passer-by,
+ But the gems of thought should never
+ On the mental pathway lie.
+
+ Use the pen! reck not that others
+ Take a higher flight than thine.
+ Many an ocean cave still smothers
+ Pearls of price beneath the brine.
+
+ So thy words and thoughts securing
+ Honest praise from wisdom's tongue,
+ May, in time, be as enduring
+ As the strains which Homer sung.
+
+ J. E. Carpenter
+
+
+ Power of the Pen
+
+ Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
+ The pen is mightier than the sword.
+
+ Lord Lytton
+
+
+ Letters
+
+ Such a little thing--a letter,
+ Yet so much it may contain:
+ Written thoughts and mute expressions
+ Full of pleasure, fraught with pain.
+
+ When our hearts are sad at parting,
+ Comes a gleam of comfort bright,
+ In the mutual promise given:
+ "We will not forget to write."
+
+ Plans and doings of the absent;
+ Scraps of news we like to hear,
+ All remind us, e'en though distant,
+ Kind remembrance keeps us near.
+
+ Yet sometimes a single letter
+ Turns the sunshine into shade;
+ Chills our efforts, clouds our prospects,
+ Blights our hopes and makes them fade.
+
+ Messengers of joy or sorrow,
+ Life or death, success, despair,
+ Bearers of affection's wishes,
+ Greetings kind or loving prayer.
+
+ Prayer or greeting, were we present,
+ Would be felt, but half unsaid;
+ We can write--because our letters--
+ Not our faces--will be read?
+
+ Who has not some treasured letters,
+ Fragments choice of other's lives;
+ Relics, some, of friends departed,
+ Friends whose memory still survives?
+
+ Touched by neither time nor distance,
+ Will their words unspoken last?
+ Voiceless whispers of the present,
+ Silent echoes of the past!
+
+
+ The Right Method of Composition
+
+ Never be in haste in writing:
+ Let that thou utterest be of nature's flow,
+ Not art's, a fountain's, not a pump's. But once
+ Begun, work thou all things into thy work:
+ And set thyself about it, as the sea
+ About the earth, lashing it day and night:
+ And leave the stamp of thine own soul in it
+ As thorough as the fossil flower in clay:
+ The theme shall start and struggle in thy breast,
+ Like to a spirit in its tomb at rising,
+ Rending the stones, and crying--Resurrection.
+
+ P. J. Bailey
+
+
+[Illustration: Cat and Dog Sending Letters.]
+
+
+[Page 95--Drawing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Lady Artist.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Gentleman Artist.]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Sunday Fisherman--A story with Symbols.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Drawing Pussy's Likeness.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Working for a Prize.]
+
+
+[Page 96--Drawing Land]
+
+
+ Just cast your beautiful, your sparkling,
+ your penetrating, your discriminating
+
+
+[Illustration: Eyes.]
+
+
+ Over this page, and read, mark, learn,
+and inwardly digest its Contents.
+
+
+[Illustration: A Room Hung With Pictures Is A Room Hung With
+Thoughts.]
+
+
+THE two greatest educating powers in the ancient world were Pictures
+and Poetry--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--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 _Cyclopedia of Education_, says:--
+"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:--
+
+ "The poets are confined to narrow space,
+ To speak the language of their native place;
+ The painter widely stretches his command,
+ _His pencil speaks the tongue of every land_."
+
+Many writers, ancient and modern, have taught the great educational
+power of pictures. HORACE says:--A picture is a poem without words".
+SYDNEY SMITH says:--"Every good picture is the best of sermons and
+lectures." O. S. FOWLER says:--"A single picture often conveys more
+than volumes." W. M. HUNT says:--"From any picture we can learn
+something." HENRY WARD BEECHER says:--"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:--
+
+ "His pictured morals mend the mind,
+ And through the eye improve the heart."
+
+But pictures are not only a means of education, for they bring
+pleasure, comfort, and education combined. STEELE says:--"Beautiful
+pictures are the entertainment of pure minds." G. P. PUTMAN says:--
+"How many an eye and heart have been fascinated by an enchanting
+picture." CICERO says:--"The eyes are charmed by pictures, and the
+ears by music." JOHN GILBERT says:--"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:--
+"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:--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."
+
+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:--
+
+ "Mirror divine! which gives the soul to view,
+ Reflects the image, and retains it too!
+ Recalls to friendship's eye the fading face,
+ Revives each look, and rivals every grace:
+ In thee the banished lover finds relief,
+ His bliss in absence, and his balm in grief:
+ Affection, grateful, owns thy sacred power,
+ The father feels thee in affliction's hour;
+ When catching life ere some lov'd cherub flies.
+ To take its angel station in the skies,
+ The portrait soothes the loss it can't repair,
+ And sheds a comfort, even in despair."
+ Or--
+ "The widow'd husband sees his sainted wife
+ In pictures warm, and smiling as in life,--
+ And--
+ While he gazes with convulsive thrill,
+ And weeps, and wonders at the semblance still,
+ _He breathes a blessing on the pencil's aid,_
+ _That half restores the substance in the shade_."
+
+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--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.
+
+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--outside and inside if you like
+--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--so it
+would if they were costly pictures--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:--"A room hung with pictures, is a room hung with
+thoughts." JOHN GILBERT says:--"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."
+
+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:--
+
+ Every cottage,
+ Two-roomed cottage,
+ Should contain full
+ Twenty PICTURES.
+
+ Every cottage,
+ Four-roomed cottage,
+ Should contain full
+ Forty PICTURES.
+
+ Every cottage,
+ Six-roomed cottage,
+ Should contain full
+ Sixty PICTURES.
+
+ Every villa,
+ Eight-roomed villa,
+ Should contain full
+ Eighty PICTURES.
+
+ Every mansion,
+ Ten-roomed mansion,
+ Should contain a
+ Hundred PICTURES.
+
+ Every large school
+ For instruction
+ Should contain a
+ THOUSAND PICTURES.
+
+ Walls are made to
+ Keep out weather
+ And also to
+ Display PICTURES.
+
+ Count your PICTURES
+ All your walls on.
+ See if you have
+ Quite the number,
+ You will want more
+ You will wish more,
+ You will get more
+ Shouldn't wonder.
+
+ PICTURES they are
+ Made to please you--
+ First to please you
+ When you buy them;
+ Next to please your
+ Own dear children,
+ Pictures please and
+ Teach them too.
+ Next to please your
+ Friends and neighbours
+ When they kindly
+ Call on you.
+
+ They'll admire them,
+ Then they'll praise them.
+ Then that pleases
+ You again.
+ PICTURES please and
+ Teach for ever,
+ All the Children,
+ Women, Men.
+
+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--the best books--the best music--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.
+
+ E W COLE, Book Arcade, Melbourne.
+
+
+[Illustration: A Single Picture Often Conveys More Than Volumes.]
+
+
+[Page 97--Drawing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Drawing Doggy's Likeness.]
+
+
+ The New Slate
+
+ See my slate. I dot it new
+ Cos I b'oke the other,
+ Put my 'ittle foot right froo,
+ Runnin' after modder.
+
+ I tan make you lots of sings,
+ Fass as you tan tell 'em,
+ T's and B's and O rings,
+ Only I tan't spell 'em
+
+ I tan make an elephant,
+ Wid his trunk a hangin';
+ An' a boy--who says I tan't?
+ Wid his dun a bangin'
+
+ An' the smoke a tummin' out;
+ (Wid my t'umb I do it,
+ Rubbin' all the white about,)
+ Sparks a flying froo it.
+
+ I tan make a pretty house,
+ Wid a tree behind it,
+ And a 'ittle mousey-mouse
+ Runnin' round to find it.
+
+ I tan put my hand out flat
+ On the slate and draw it;
+ (Ticklin' is the worst of that!)
+ Did you ever saw it?
+
+ Now, then, s'all I make a tree
+ Wid a birdie on it?
+ All my pictures you s'all see
+ If you'll wait a minute.
+
+ No, I dess I'll make a man
+ Juss like Uncle Rolly,
+ See it tummin', fass it tan!
+ Bet my slate is jolly!
+
+
+[Illustration: Do Not Stare.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Doggy Drawing Pussy's Likeness.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Baby Artist.]
+
+
+[Page 98--Drawing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Doggies Sitting to have Their Portraits Taken.]
+
+
+ Learning to Draw
+
+ Come, here is a slate,
+ And a pencil, and string.
+ And now sit you down, dear,
+ And draw pretty thing;
+ A man and a cow,
+ And a horse and a tree,
+ And when you have finished
+ Pray show them to me.
+
+ What! cannot you do it?
+ Shall I show you how?
+ Come, give me your pencil;
+ I'll draw you a cow.
+ You've made the poor creature
+ Look very forlorn!
+ She has but three legs, dear,
+ And only one horn.
+
+ Now look, I have drawn you
+ A beautiful cow;
+ And see, here's a dicky-bird,
+ Perched on a bough,
+ And there are some more
+ Flying down from above;
+ There now, is not that
+ Very pretty, my love?
+
+ Oh, yes, very pretty!
+ Now make me some more--
+ A house with a gate,
+ And a window, and a door,
+ And a little boy flying
+ His kite with a string;
+ Oh, thank you, mamma,
+ Now I'll draw pretty thing.
+
+
+[Illustration: Young Artist Touching Up.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Fairy in Great Danger.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Picture Gallery.]
+
+
+[Page 99--Drawing Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Lesson in Drawing.]
+
+
+ A Lesson in Drawing
+
+ I.
+
+ Take a pencil, black or red.
+ Draw a little loaf of bread
+ On a piece of paper white--
+ Make the bread extremely light.
+
+ II.
+
+ Then, before your work you stop,
+ Draw a little loop on top,
+ And a satchel will be found
+ Such as ladies carry round.
+
+ III.
+
+ Then you may, my pretty dears,
+ Add a pair of little ears;
+ And, if Art is not in fault,
+ There's a bag of extra salt.
+
+ IV.
+
+ Pause, and in rapture fine,
+ Contemplate the great design--
+ Add a flowing tail, and that
+ Makes a perfect pussy cat.
+
+
+[Illustration: Wounded.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Drawing Lesson on the Slate--Birds.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Drawing Lesson on the slate--Rooster and Household
+items.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Drawing Lesson on the Slate--People.]
+
+
+[Page 100--Old Men Tales]
+
+
+ Old Man and His Wife
+
+ There was an old man who lived in a wood,
+ As you may plainly see,
+ He said he could do as much work in a day
+ As his wife could do in three.
+
+ "With all my heart," the old woman said,
+ "If that you will allow;
+ To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,
+ And I'll go drive the plough.
+
+ "But you must milk the Tidy cow,
+ For fear she may go dry.
+ And you must feed the little pigs
+ That are within the sty;
+
+ "And you must mind the speckled hen,
+ For fear she lay away;
+ And you must reel the spool of yarn
+ That I spun yesterday."
+
+ The old woman took a whip in her hand,
+ And went to drive the plough;
+ The old man took a pail in his hand,
+ And went to milk the cow.
+
+ But Tidy hinched and Tidy flinched,
+ And Tidy broke his nose,
+ And Tidy gave him such a blow
+ That the blood ran down to his toes.
+
+ "Hi! Tidy! Ho! Tidy! Hi!
+ Tidy! do stand still!
+ If ever I milk you, Tidy, again,
+ 'Twill be sore against my will."
+
+ He went to feed the little pigs,
+ That were within the sty;
+ He hit his head against the beam
+ And he made the blood to fly.
+
+ He went to mind the speckled hen,
+ For fear she'd lay away;
+ And he forgot the spool of yarn
+ His wife spun yesterday.
+
+ So he swore by the sun, the moon, the stars,
+ And the green leaves on the tree,
+ If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,
+ She should never be ruled by he.
+
+
+ John Ball Shot Them All
+
+ John Ball shot them all.
+ John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Wyming made the priming,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Block made the stock,
+ And John Wyming made the priming,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Wyming made the priming,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Wyming made the priming,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Clint made the flint,
+ And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Wyming made the priming,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Patch made the match,
+ John Clint made the flint,
+ John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ John Crowder made the powder,
+ John Block made the stock,
+ John Wyming made the priming,
+ John Brammer made the rammer,
+ John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+
+ The Funny Old Man
+
+ There was an old man, and though 'tis not common,
+ Yet if he said true, his mother was a woman;
+ And though it's incredible, yet I've been told
+ He was a mere infant, but age made him old.
+ Whene'er he was hungry he wanted some meat,
+ And if he could get it, 'twas said he could eat;
+ When thirsty he'd drink, if you gave him a pot,
+ And his liquor most commonly ran down his throat.
+ He seldom or never could see without light,
+ And yet I've been told he could hear in the night.
+ He has oft been awake in the daytime 'tis said,
+ And has fall'n fast asleep as he lay in his bed.
+ 'Tis reported his tongue always moved when he talked,
+ And he stirred both his arms and his legs when he walk'd,
+ And his gait was so odd, had you seen him you'd burst,
+ For one leg or t'other would always be first.
+ His face was the saddest that ever was seen,
+ For if 'twere not washed it was seldom quite clean;
+ He showed most his teeth when he happened to grin,
+ His mouth stood across 'twixt his nose and his chin.
+ At last he fell sick, as old chronicles tell,
+ And then, as folk said, he was not very well!
+ And what is more strange, in so weak a condition,
+ As he could not give fees, he could get no physician.
+ What a pity he died; yet 'tis said that his death
+ Was occasioned at last by the want of his breath.
+ But peace to his bones, which in ashes now moulder,
+ Had he lived a day longer he'd been a day older.
+
+
+[Illustration: Piper and Cow.]
+
+
+ Piper and His Cow
+
+ There was and old piper who had a cow,
+ But he had no hay to give her,
+ So he took his pipes and played her a tune
+ "Consider, old cow, consider."
+
+
+ Old John Brown
+
+ Poor old John Brown is dead and gone,
+ We ne'er shall see him more;
+ He used to wear an old brown coat,
+ All button'd down before.
+
+
+ Three Wise Men
+
+ Three wise men of Gotham,
+ Went to sea in a bowl;
+ If the bowl it had been stronger,
+ My song would have been longer.
+
+
+ Frightened Old Man
+
+ There was a man and he had nought,
+ And robbers came to rob him;
+ He crept up the chimney pot,
+ And then they thought they had him;
+ But he got down on t'other side,
+ And so they could not find him;
+ He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
+ And never look'd behind him.
+
+
+ A Man with a Wife
+
+ I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,
+ She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean;
+ She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
+ She brought it home in less than an hour;
+ She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
+ She sat by the fire and told me many a fine tale.
+
+
+ Crooked Old Man
+
+ There was a crooked man,
+ And he went a crooked mile,
+ He found a crooked sixpence,
+ Against a crooked stile.
+ He bought a crooked cat,
+ Which caught a crooked mouse,
+ And they all lived together
+ In a little crooked house.
+
+
+ King Arthur
+
+ When good King Arthur ruled this land,
+ He was a goodly King;
+ He stole three pecks of barley meal,
+ To make a bag pudding.
+ A bag pudding the King did make,
+ And stuffed it well with plums;
+ And in it put great lumps of fat,
+ As big as my two thumbs.
+ The King and Queen did eat thereof,
+ And noblemen beside;
+ And what they could not eat that night
+ The Queen next morning fried.
+
+
+ Barney Bodkin
+
+ Barney Bodkin broke his nose,
+ Without feet we can't have toes,
+ Crazy folks are always mad,
+ Want of money makes us sad.
+
+
+ Funny Man
+
+ A man of words and not of deeds,
+ Is like a garden fill of weeds;
+ And when the weeds begin to grow,
+ It's like a garden full of snow;
+ And when the snow begins to fall,
+ It's like a bird upon the wall;
+ And when the bird away does fly,
+ It's like an eagle in the sky;
+ And when the sky begins to roar,
+ It's like a lion at the door;
+ And when the door begins to crack,
+ It's like a stick across your back;
+ And when your back begins to smart,
+ It's like a penknife in your heart;
+ And when your heart begins to bleed,
+ You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
+
+
+ Strange Man
+
+ There was a man and he was mad,
+ And he jumped into a pea-pod;
+ The pea-pod was over-full,
+ So he jumped into a roaring bull;
+ The roaring bull was over-fat,
+ So he jumped into a gentleman's hat;
+ The gentleman's hat was over-fine,
+ So he jumped into a bottle of wine;
+ The bottle of wine was over-dear,
+ So he jumped into a bottle of beer;
+ The bottle of beer was over-thick,
+ So he jumped into a club-stick;
+ The club-stick was over-narrow,
+ So he jumped into a wheel-barrow;
+ The wheel-barrow began to crack,
+ So he jumped into a hay-stack;
+ The hay-stack began to blaze,
+ So he did nothing but cough and sneeze.
+
+
+[Page 101--Old Men Tales]
+
+
+ Jack Sprat
+
+ Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+ His wife could eat no lean,
+ And so between them both
+ They licked the platter clean.
+ Jack ate all the lean,
+ Joan ate all the fat,
+ The bone they both picked clean,
+ Then gave it to the cat.
+
+ When Jack Sprat was young,
+ He dressed very smart,
+ He courted Joan Cole,
+ And soon gained her heart;
+ In his fine leather doublet
+ And old greasy hat,
+ Oh! what a smart fellow
+ Was little Jack Sprat.
+
+ Joan Cole had a hole
+ In her petticoat,
+ Jack Sprat, to get a patch,
+ Gave her a groat.
+ The groat bought a patch
+ Which stopped the hole,
+ "I thank you, Jack Sprat,"
+ Says little Joan Cole.
+
+ Jack Sprat was the bridegroom,
+ Joan Cole was the bride,
+ Jack said from the church
+ His Joan home should ride.
+ But no coach could take her,
+ The road was so narrow;
+ Said Jack, "Then I'll take her
+ Home in a wheelbarrow."
+
+ Jack Sprat was wheeling
+ His wife by a ditch,
+ Then the barrow turned over,
+ And in she did pitch.
+ Says Jack, "She'll be drown'd!"
+ But Joan did reply,
+ "I don't think I shall,
+ For the ditch is quite dry."
+
+ Jack brought home his Joan,
+ And she sat in a chair,
+ When in came his cat,
+ That had got but one ear.
+ Says Joan "I've come home, Puss,
+ Pray how do you do?"
+ The cat wagg'd her tail
+ And said nothing but "mew."
+
+ Jack Sprat took his gun,
+ And went to the brook;
+ He shot at the drake,
+ But he killed the duck.
+ He bought it home to Joan,
+ Who a fire did make,
+ To roast the fat duck
+ While Jack went for the drake.
+
+ The drake was swimming
+ With his curly tail,
+ Jack Sprat came to soot him,
+ But happened to fail.
+ He let off his gun,
+ But missing the mark,
+ The drake flew away
+ Crying "Quack, quack, quack."
+
+ Jack Sprat to live pretty
+ Now bought him a pig,
+ It was not very little,
+ It was not very big;
+ It was not very lean,
+ It was not very fat,
+ "It will serve for a grunter,"
+ Said little Jack Sprat.
+
+ Then Joan went to market
+ To buy her some fowls,
+ She bought a jackdaw
+ And a couple of owls;
+ The owls were white,
+ The jackdaw was black,
+ "They'll make a rare breed,"
+ Says little Joan Sprat.
+
+ Jack Sprat bought a cow,
+ His Joan to please,
+ For Joan could make
+ Both butter and cheese;
+ Or pancakes or puddings
+ Without any fat;
+ A notable housewife
+ Was little Joan Sprat.
+
+ Joan Sprat went to brewing
+ A barrel of ale,
+ She put in some hops
+ That it might not turn stale;
+ But as for the malt--
+ She forgot to put that;
+ "This is a brave sober liquor."
+ Said little Jack Sprat.
+
+ Jack Sprat went to market
+ And bought him a mare,
+ She was lame of three legs,
+ An as blind as she could stare.
+ Her ribs they were bare,
+ For the mare had no fat;
+ "She looks like a racer,"
+ Said little Jack Sprat.
+
+ Jack and Joan went abroad,
+ Puss looked after the house;
+ She caught a large rat,
+ And a very small mouse,
+ She caught a small mouse,
+ And a very large rat,
+ "You're an excellent hunter,"
+ Said little Jack Sprat.
+
+ Now I've told you the story
+ Of little Jack Sprat,
+ Of sweet Joan Cole
+ And the poor one-ear'd cat;
+ Now Jack he loved Joan,
+ And good things he taught her,
+ Then she gave him a son,
+ Then after a daughter.
+
+ Now Jack has got rich,
+ And has plenty of pelf;
+ If you know any more
+ you may tell it yourself.
+
+
+[Illustration: Monkey Grabbing Man's Nose.]
+
+
+ Cross Old Man
+
+ There was a cross old man and what do you think,
+ He lived on nothing but victuals and drink;
+ Victuals and drink were his principal diet,
+ Yet this crabbed old man would never be quiet.
+
+ He teased a poor monkey, who lived in a cage,
+ Till the animal got in a terrible rage,
+ And seized on his nose with finger so strong,
+ That it stretched it until it was quite a yard long.
+
+
+ Old Man in the Moon
+
+ The man in the moon came tumbling down,
+ And asked his way to Norwich,
+ He went by the south, and burnt his mouth,
+ With supping cold pease-porridge.
+
+
+ A Funny Man
+
+ There was a man of Newington,
+ And he was wondrous wise,
+ He jump'd into a quickset hedge
+ And scratch'd out both his eyes.
+ But when he saw his eyes were out
+ With all his might and main
+ He jump'd into another hedge.
+ And scratched them in again.
+
+
+ Dr. Faustus
+
+ Doctor Faustus was a good man,
+ He whipt his scholars now and then.
+ When he did he made them dance
+ Out of Scotland into France;
+ Out of France into Spain,
+ And then he whipped them back again.
+
+
+ If! If! If!
+
+ If all the would was apple pie,
+ And all the seas were ink,
+ And all the trees were bread and cheese,
+ What would we have to drink?
+ It's enough to make an old man
+ Scratch his head and think.
+
+
+ Funny Men
+
+ Alderman Absolute Always Adjudicated with Astonishing Ability
+ After he had read some books from Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Benjamin Bouncer Banged a Brown Bear with a Blunderbuss,
+ In a lane at the back of Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Christopher Crabstick was Cross, Captious, Cutting, and Caustic,
+ Whenever he could not get a book brought from Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Francis Fizgig Ferociously Fought and Frightened a Fiddler,
+ At midday, right in front of Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Gregory Gimcrack Grinned and Gaped at the Geese and Ganders
+ Exposed for sale in the Eastern Market, just above Cole's Book
+Arcade.
+
+ Horatio Headstrong Hurled a Hatchet at the Head of a Hawk
+ Which sat on top of Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Isaac Ichabod Inhabited an Isolated and Inhospitable Indian Island,
+ At an enormous and disheartening distance from Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Lugubrious Longface Loved Learning and Literary Lore,
+ Which he always got out of the books he bought at Cole's Book
+Arcade.
+
+ Marmaduke Meddlesome Munificently Meted out Mercy to a Miserable
+Man
+ Who stole a book at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Obadiah Orpheus Opened an Original Overture Outrageously Oddly,
+ With a small whistle and a big drum, in front of Cole's Book
+Arcade.
+
+ Quinton Querulous Queerly Questioned a Quibbling and Querulous
+Quidnunc,
+ And asked Quizzingly if he had ever seen the inside of Cole's Book
+Arcade.
+
+ Reuben Ramble Ran a Ridiculous Rattling Race on a Railway,
+ And beat the train in hasting to get a book at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Theodore Thunderbolt Told Terrible and Tremendous Tales of
+Travelling,
+ Which were afterwards printed in books and sold at Cole's Book
+Arcade.
+
+ Valentine Valiana Valorously Vanquished a Vapouring Villager,
+ Who spoke ignorantly and slightingly of Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+ Xenophon Xenocles eXhibited eXtraordinary and eXcessive
+eXcitability
+ Whenever he was not calmed down by books from Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Young Yokel, a Youthful Yorkshire Yeoman Yawned at York,
+ For want of a few interesting and entertaining books from Cole's
+Book Arcade.
+
+ Zachariah Zany Zealously studied Zoology
+ Out of the works which he bought at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+
+[Page 102--Old Men Tales]
+
+
+ Utter Nonsense
+
+ There was an Old Person of Prague,
+ Who was suddenly seized with the plague,
+ But they gave him some butter, which caused him to mutter,
+ And cured that Old Person of Prague.
+
+ There was an Old Man with a gong,
+ Who bumped at it all the day long,
+ But they called out, "Oh, law! you're a horrid old bore!"
+ So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.
+
+ There was an Old Man of the Isles,
+ Whose face was pervaded with smiles,
+ He sang "Hi dum diddle," played on the fiddle,
+ That amiable Old Man of the Isles.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Dover,
+ Who rushed through a field of blue clover;
+ But some very large Bees stung his nose and his knees,
+ So he very soon went back to Dover.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Quebec,--
+ A beetle ran over his neck:
+ But he cried, "With a needle I'll slay you, O beetle!"
+ That angry Old Man of Quebec.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
+ Who studied the works of Vitruvius;
+ When the flames burned his book, to drinking he took,
+ That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Buda,
+ Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder,
+ Till at last with a hammer they silenced his clamour,
+ By smashing that Old Person of Buda.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Marseilles,
+ Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils,
+ They caught several fish which they put in a dish,
+ And sent to their Pa at Marseilles.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Coblenz,
+ The length of whose legs was immense,
+ He went with one prance from Turkey to France,
+ That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Gretna,
+ Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
+ When they said, "Is it hot?" he replied, "No, it's not!"
+ That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Bangor,
+ Whose face was distorted with anger;
+ He tore off his boots and subsisted on roots,
+ That borascible Person of Bangor.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Spain,
+ Who hated all trouble and pain;
+ So he sat on a chair, with his feet in the air,
+ That umbrageous Old Person of Spain.
+
+ There was an Old Man of the West,
+ Who never could get any rest;
+ So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin,
+ Which cured that Old Man of the West.
+
+ There was an Old Man in a tree,
+ Who was horribly bored by a bee;
+ When they said, "Does it buzz?" he replied, "Yes it does!
+ It's a regular brute of a bee!"
+
+ There was an Old Man who said, "How,
+ Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
+ I will sit on this stile and continue to smile,
+ Which may soften the heart of this Cow."
+
+ There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
+ Who perpetually ate bread and butter,
+ Till a great bit of muffin, on which he was stuffing,
+ Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta.
+
+ There was an Old Man of the South,
+ Who had an immoderate mouth;
+ But in swallowing a dish that was quite full of fish,
+ He was choked, that Old Man of the South.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Dutton,
+ Whose head was as small as a button;
+ So to make it look big, he purchased a wig,
+ And rapidly rushed about Dutton.
+
+ There was an Old Man of some rocks,
+ Who shut his wife up in a box;
+ When she said, "Let me out," he exclaimed, "Without doubt
+ You will pass all your life in that box,"
+
+ There was an Old Person of Rheims,
+ Who was troubled with horrible dreams;
+ So to keep him awake they fed him with cake,
+ Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.
+
+ There was an Old Man with a flute,
+ A "sarpent" ran into his boot;
+ But he played day and night, till the "sarpent" took flight,
+ And avoided that Man with a flute.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Berlin,
+ Whose form was uncommonly thin;
+ Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
+ So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
+
+ There was an Old Man of the Hague,
+ Whose ideas were excessively vague;
+ He built a balloon to examine the moon,
+ That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
+
+
+[Illustration: Old Man Sitting--Casting Jug-Shaped Shadow.]
+
+
+ A horrid Old Gentleman from Monaghan,
+ Sat down and refused to go on again,
+ Till they gave him a crown for leaving the town,
+ That wretched old humbug of Monaghan.
+
+ There was an Old Man if Nepaul,
+ From his horse had a terrible fall;
+ But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glue
+ They mended that Man of Nepaul.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Aoster,
+ Who possessed a large cow, but he lost her;
+ But they said, "Don't you see she has rushed up a tree?
+ You invidious Old Man of Aosta!"
+
+ There was an Old Man of the Nile,
+ Who sharpened his nails with a file,
+ Till he cuts of his thumbs, and said calmly, "This comes
+ Of sharpening one's nails with a file!"
+
+ There was an Old Person of Rhodes,
+ Who strongly objected to toads;
+ He paid several cousins to catch them by dozens,
+ That futile Old Person of Rhodes.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Cape Horn,
+ Who wished he had never been born;
+ So he sat on a chair until he died of despair,
+ That dolorous Man of Cape Horn.
+
+ There was an Old Person whose habits
+ Induced him to feed upon rabbits;
+ When he'd eaten eighteen, he turned perfectly green,
+ Upon which he relinquished those habits.
+
+ There was an Old Man with a nose,
+ Who said, "If you choose to suppose
+ That my nose is too long, you are certainly wrong!"
+ That remarkable Man with a nose.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Apulia,
+ Whose conduct was very peculiar;
+ He fed twenty sons upon nothing but buns,
+ That whimsical Man of Apulia.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Madras,
+ Who rode on a cream-coloured ass;
+ But the length of its ears so promoted his fears
+ That it killed that Old Man of Madras.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Sparta,
+ Whose had twenty-five sons and one daughter;
+ He fed them snails, and weighed them on scales,
+ That wonderful Person of Sparta.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Chilli,
+ Whose conduct was painful and silly;
+ He sat on the stairs, eating apples and pears,
+ That imprudent Old Person of Chilli.
+
+ There was an Old Man of the East,
+ Who gave all his children a feast;
+ But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such
+ That it killed that Old Man of the East.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Peru,
+ Who never knew what he should do;
+ So he tore off his hair, and behaved like a bear,
+ That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.
+
+ There was an Old Man in a boat,
+ Who said, "I'm afloat! I'm afloat!"
+ When they said, "No you a'int!" he was ready to faint,
+ That unhappy Old Man in a boat.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
+ Whose daughter was christened Euphemia,
+ But one day, to his grief, she married a thief,
+ Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Basing,
+ Whose presence of mind was amazing;
+ He purchased a steed, which he rode at full speed
+ And escaped from the people of Basing.
+
+ There was an Old Man on a hill,
+ Who seldom if ever stood still;
+ He ran up and down in his Grandmother's gown,
+ Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.
+
+ There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,
+ Who never had more than a penny,
+ He spent all that money on onions and honey,
+ That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Perth,
+ The stingiest fellow on earth;
+ He fed--oh! 'twas cruel--on seaweed and gruel,
+ This stingy Old Person of Perth.
+
+ A dogmatic Old Fellow of Shoreham,
+ Would snub his companions and bore 'em,
+ By flat contradiction, which was an affliction
+ To the friends of this party of Shoreham.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Ischia,
+ Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
+ He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate thousands of figs,
+ That lively Old Person of Ischia.
+
+ There was an Old Person of Hurst,
+ Who drank when he was not athirst;
+ When they said, "You'll grow fatter!" he answered, "What matter?"
+ That globular Person of Hurst.
+
+
+[Page 103--Old Men Tales]
+
+
+ The Diverting History Of John Gilpin
+
+ John Gilpin was a citizen
+ Of credit and renown,
+ A train-bound Captain eke was he
+ Of famous London town.
+ John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
+ Though we have wedded been,
+ These twice ten tedious years, yet we
+ No holiday have seen.
+
+ To-morrow is our wedding-day,
+ And we then will repair
+ Unto the "Bell" at Edmonton,
+ All in a chaise and pair,
+ My sister and my sister's child,
+ Myself and children three,
+ Will fill the chaise, so you must ride
+ On horse-back after we.
+
+ He soon replied--I do admire
+ Of womankind but one,
+ And you are she, my dearest dear,
+ Therefore it shall be done,
+ I am a linen-draper bold,
+ As all the world doth know,
+ And my good friend the Calender,
+ Will lend his horse to go.
+
+ Quoth Mrs Gilpin--That's well said;
+ And for that wind is dear,
+ We will be furnished with our own,
+ Which is both bright and clear;
+ John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife,
+ O'erjoyed was he to find
+ That, though on pleasure she was bent,
+ She had a frugal mind.
+
+ The morning came, the chaise was brought,
+ And yet was not allow'd
+ To drive up to the door, lest all
+ Should say that she was proud;
+ So three doors off the post was stayed,
+ Where they did all get in,
+ Six precious souls, and all agog
+ To dash through thick and thin.
+
+ Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
+ Were never folks so glad,
+ The stones did rattle underneath
+ As if Cheapside were mad;
+ John Gilpin at his horse's side
+ Seized fast the flowing mane,
+ And up he got in haste to ride,
+ But soon came down again.
+
+ For saddle-tree scarce reached had he,
+ His journey to begin,
+ When turning round his head, he saw
+ Three customers come in;
+ So down he came--for loss of time,
+ Although it grieved him sore,
+ Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
+ Would trouble him much more.
+
+ 'Twas long before the customers
+ Were suited to their mind,
+ When Betty, screaming, came down the stairs,
+ "The wine is left behind."
+ Good lack! quoth he, yet bring it me,
+ My leathern belt likewise,
+ In which I bear my trusty sword
+ When I do exercise.
+
+ Now, Mistress Gilpin, careful soul,
+ Had two stone bottles found,
+ To hold the liquor that she loved,
+ And keep it safe and sound,
+ Each bottle had a curling ear,
+ Through which the belt he drew,
+ And hung a bottle on each side,
+ To make his balance true.
+
+ Then over all, that he might be
+ Equipp'd from top to toe,
+ His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,
+ He manfully did throw,
+ Now see him mounted once again
+ Upon his nimble steed,
+ Full slowly pacing o'er the stones
+ With caution and good heed.
+
+ But, finding soon a smoother road
+ Beneath his well-shod feet,
+ The snorting beast began to trot,
+ Which gall'd him in his seat,
+ So, "Fair and softly," John, he cried,
+ But John, he cried in vain;
+ That trot became a gallop soon,
+ In spite of curb and rein.
+
+ So, stooping down, as needs he must,
+ Who cannot sit upright,
+ He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,
+ And eke with all his might,
+ His horse, who never in that sort,
+ Had handled been before,
+ What thing upon his back had got
+ Did wonder more and more.
+
+ Away went Gilpin, neck or nought,
+ Away went hat and wig,
+ He little dreamt when he set out
+ Of running such a rig;
+ The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
+ Like streamer long and gay,
+ Till, loop and button failing both,
+ At last it flew away.
+
+ Then might people well discern
+ The bottles he had slung,
+ A bottle swinging at each side,
+ As had been said or sung,
+ The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
+ Up flew the windows all,
+ And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!
+ As loud as he could bawl.
+
+ Away went Gilpin--who but he,
+ His fame soon spread around--
+ He carries weight, he rides a race!
+ 'Tis for a thousand pound!
+ And still as fast as he drew near,
+ 'Twas wonderful to view
+ How in a trice the turnpike men
+ Their gates wide open flew.
+
+ And now as he went bowing down
+ His reeking head full low,
+ The bottles twain behind his back
+ Were shatter'd at a blow;
+ Down ran the wine into the road,
+ Most piteous to be seen,
+ Which made his horses flanks to smoke,
+ As they had basted been.
+
+ But still he seemed to carry weight,
+ With leathern girdle braced,
+ For all might see the bottle-necks
+ Still dangling at his waist;
+ Thus all through merry Islington
+ These gambols did he play,
+ And till he came into the Wash
+ Of Edmonton so gay.
+
+ And there he threw the wash about
+ On both sides of the way,
+ Just like unto a trundling mop,
+ Or a wild goose at play.
+ At Edmonton his loving wife
+ From the balcony spied
+ Her tender husband, wond'ring much
+ To see how he did ride.
+
+ Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here's the house--
+ They all at once did cry,
+ The dinner waits, and we are tired--
+ Said Gilpin--So am I;
+ But yet this horse was not a whit
+ Inclined to tarry there--
+ For why? His owner had a house
+ Full ten miles off, at Ware.
+
+ So, like an arrow, swift he flew,
+ Shot by an archer strong;
+ So did he fly--which brings me to
+ The middle of my song.
+ Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
+ And sore against his will,
+ Till at his friend the Calender's
+ His horse at last stood still.
+
+ The Calender, amazed to see
+ His neighbour in such trim,
+ Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
+ And thus accosted him:--
+ What news? what news? your tidings tell!
+ Tell me you must and shall--
+ Say why bare-headed you are come,
+ Or why you come at all?
+
+ Now, Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
+ And loved a timely joke,
+ And thus unto the Calender,
+ In merry guise he spoke--
+ I came because your horse would come,
+ And if I well forbode,
+ My hat and wig will soon be here,
+ They are upon the road.
+
+ The Calender, right glad to find
+ His friend in merry pin,
+ Return'd him not a single word,
+ But to the house went in.
+ When straight he came with hat and wig--
+ A wig that flow'd behind;
+ A hat not much the worse of wear--
+ Each comely in its kind.
+
+ He held them up, and in its turn
+ Thus showed his ready wit--
+ My head is twice as big as yours,
+ They therefore needs must fit.
+ But let me scrape the dirt away
+ That hangs upon your face,
+ And stop and eat, for well you may
+ Be in a hungry case.
+
+ Said John, It is my wedding-day,
+ And all the world would stare,
+ If wife should dine at Edmonton,
+ And I should dine at Ware.
+ So, turning to his horse, he said--
+ I am in haste to dine,
+ 'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
+ You shall go back for mine.
+
+ Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast,
+ For which he paid full dear;
+ For while he spake, a braying ass
+ Did sing most loud and clear,
+ Whereat his horse did snort as he
+ Had heard a lion's roar,
+ And gallop'd off with all his might,
+ As he had done before.
+
+ Away went Gilpin, and away
+ Went Gilpin's hat and wig;
+ He lost them sooner than the first,
+ For why? they were too big.
+ Now, Mistress Gilpin when she saw
+ Her husband posting down
+ Into the country, far away,
+ She pulled out half-a-crown.
+
+ And thus unto the youth she said
+ That drove them to the "Bell"--
+ This shall be yours when you bring back
+ My husband safe and well;
+ The youth did ride, and soon did meet
+ John coming back again,
+ Whom in a trice, he tried to stop
+ By catching at his rein.
+
+ But, not performing what he meant,
+ And gladly would have done,
+ The frightened steed he frightened more,
+ And made him faster run;
+ Away went Gilpin, and away
+ Went post-boy at his heels--
+ The post-boy's horse right glad to miss
+ The lumbering of the wheels.
+
+ Six gentlemen upon the road,
+ Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
+ With post-boy scamp'ring in the rear,
+ They raised the hue and cry:--
+ Stop thief! stop thief!--a highwayman!
+ An all and each that pass'd the way
+ Did join in the pursuit.
+
+ And now the turnpike gates again
+ Flew open in short space--
+ The toll-men thinking as before,
+ That Gilpin rode a race;
+ And so he did, and won it, too,
+ For he got first to town:
+ Nor stopp'd till, where he had got up,
+ He did again get down,
+
+ Now let us sing: Long live the king,
+ And Gilpin, long live he;
+ And when he next doth ride abroad,
+ May I be there to see.
+
+
+[Page 104--Song Of The Book Arcade]
+
+
+[Illustration: Song Of The Book Arcade--First Half.]
+
+ Books teach the children of men in many million schools;
+ Books make the difference between earth's learned and its fools.
+
+
+ Song Of The Book Arcade
+
+ Cole's Book Arcade, Cole's Book Arcade
+ It is in Melbourne town,
+ Of all the book stores in the land
+ It has the most renown,
+
+ It was the first, first Book Arcade
+ That in the world was found;
+ It's still the finest Book Arcade
+ In all the world around.
+
+ A lovely rainbow sign appears
+ Above the Book Arcade
+ And 'tis the very grandest sign
+ Was ever yet displayed.
+
+ Full forty thousand sorts of books
+ Are stored within its walls,
+ Which can be seen, looked at or bought,
+ By anyone that calls.
+
+ The book you wish, the book you want,
+ Is almost sure to be
+ Found somewhere in the Book Arcade,
+ If you will call and see.
+
+(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.")
+
+
+ Value Of Books
+
+ BOOKS should be found in every house
+ To form and feed the mind;
+ They are the best of luxuries
+ 'Tis possible to find.
+
+ For all the books in all the world
+ Are man's greatest treasure;
+ They make him wish, and bring to him
+ His best, his choicest pleasure.
+
+ BOOKS make his time pass happily
+ Through many weary hours;
+ Amuse, compose, instruct his mind,
+ Enlarge his mental powers.
+
+ BOOKS give to him the history
+ Of each and every land;
+ BOOKS show him human action's past--
+ The bad, the good, the grand.
+
+ BOOKS show him arts, laws, learnings, faiths
+ Of every time and place;
+ BOOKS show him how each thing is made
+ Used by the human race.
+
+
+[Page 105--Value Of Books]
+
+
+[Illustration: Song Of The Book Arcade--Second Half.]
+
+ BOOKS give to him descriptions of
+ The world in which we live,
+ Of the universe around us,
+ And better still they give.
+
+ BOOKS give to him the greatest thoughts
+ Of all the good and wise;
+ BOOKS treasure human knowledge up,
+ And so it never dies.
+
+ BOOKS show him all that men have done,
+ What they have thought and said;
+ BOOKS show the deeds and wisdom of
+ The living and the dead.
+
+ BOOKS show him all the hopes and fears
+ Of every race and clan;
+ BOOKS clearly prove beyond a doubt
+ The brotherhood of man.
+
+ BOOKS give him hopes beyond the grave
+ Of an immortal life;
+ BOOKS teach that right and truth and love
+ Shall banish every strife.
+
+ BOOKS teach and please him when a child
+ In youth and in his prime;
+ BOOKS give him soothing pleasure when
+ His health and strength decline.
+
+ BOOKS please him in his lonely hours,
+ Wherever he may roam:
+ BOOKS please when read aloud among
+ His loving friends at home.
+
+ BOOKS like _strong drink_ will drown his cares,
+ But do not waste his wealth;
+ BOOKS leave him _better_, drink the _worse_,
+ In character and health.
+
+ BOOKS therefore, are, of all man buys,
+ The choicest thing on earth,
+ BOOKS have, of all his household goods,
+ The most intrinsic worth.
+
+ BOOKS are the greatest blessing out,
+ The grandest thing we sell,
+ BOOKS bring more joy, BOOKS do more good
+ Than mortal tongue can tell.
+
+ E. W. Cole
+
+
+[Page 106--Old Woman Tales]
+
+
+[Illustration: Old Woman Who Lived in A Shoe.]
+
+
+ The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
+
+ There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
+ She had so many children--such naughty ones too!
+ She cried, "Oh, dear me, I don't know what to do,
+ Who would be an old woman and live in a shoe?"
+
+ Once ninety little fellows sat down on the floor
+ And lustily screamed, "We won't cry any more!"
+ "Then stop crying now," the old woman said,
+ "The noise you are making goes right through my head."
+
+ "Then she gave the boys broth without any bread,
+ And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.
+ She scolded the girls, and said, "Don't make a noise,
+ Or you shall be served just the same as the boys."
+
+
+[Page 107--Old Woman Tales]
+
+
+ Mother Goose
+
+ Old Mother Goose, when
+ She wanted to wander,
+ Would ride through the air
+ On a very fine gander.
+
+ Mother Goose had a house,
+ 'Twas built of wood,
+ Where an owl at the door
+ For sentinel stood.
+
+ She had a son Jack,
+ A plain-looking lad,
+ He was not very good,
+ Nor yet very bad.
+
+ She sent him to market;
+ A live goose he bought;
+ Here, mother, says he,
+ It will not go for nought.
+
+ Jack's goose and her gander
+ They grew very fond;
+ They'd both eat together,
+ Or swim in one pond.
+
+ Jack found one morning,
+ As I have been told,
+ His goose had laid him
+ An egg of pure gold.
+
+ Jack rode to his mother,
+ The news for to tell,
+ She call'd him a good boy,
+ And said it was well.
+
+ Hack sold his gold egg
+ To a rogue of a Jew,
+ Who cheated him out of
+ The half of his due.
+
+ Then Jack went a-courting
+ A lady so gay,
+ As fair as the lily,
+ And sweet as the May.
+
+ The Jew and the Squire
+ Came behind his back,
+ And began to belabour
+ The sides of poor Jack.
+
+ Then old Mother Goose
+ That instant came in,
+ And turned her son Jack
+ Into fam'd Harlequin.
+
+ She then with her wand
+ Touch'd the lady so fine,
+ And turn'd her at once
+ Into sweet Columbine.
+
+ The gold egg in the sea
+ Was quickly thrown, when
+ Jack gave a quick dive,
+ And soon got it again.
+
+ The Jew got the goose,
+ Which he vow'd he would kill,
+ Resolving at once
+ His pockets to fill.
+
+ Jack's mother came in,
+ And caught the goose soon,
+ And mounting its back,
+ Flew up to the moon.
+
+
+ Old Woman under a Hill
+
+ There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+ Put a mouse in a bag, and sent it to mill;
+ The Miller declar'd by the point of his knife,
+ He ne'er saw such a big mouse in his life.
+
+
+ Old Woman under a Hill
+
+ There was an old woman lived under a hill;
+ And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
+
+
+ Old Woman and Three Sons
+
+ There was an old woman had three sons;
+ Jerry, and James, and John.
+ Jerry was hung, James was drowned;
+ John was lost, and never was found;
+ And there was an end of the three sons,
+ Jerry, and James, and John.
+
+
+[Illustration: Old Woman and Shell.]
+
+
+ Old Woman who Lived in a Shell
+
+ A little old woman, as I've heard tell,
+ Lived near the sea, in a nice little shell;
+ She was well off, if she wanted her tea--
+ She'd plenty of water from out of the sea.
+
+ Then if for her dinner she had the least wish,
+ Of course she had nothing to do but to fish;
+ So, really, this little old woman did well,
+ As she didn't pay any rent for the use of the shell.
+
+
+ Old Woman Swallowed
+
+ There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
+ Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
+ A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
+ And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
+
+
+ Old Woman's Calf
+
+ There was an old woman sat spinning,
+ And that's the first beginning;
+ She had a calf, and that's half;
+ She took it by the tail,
+ And threw it over the wall, and that's all.
+
+
+ Old Woman Drowned
+
+ There was an old woman, her name it was Peg;
+ Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork-leg.
+ The neighbours all pitched her into the water,
+ Her leg was drown'd first, and her head followed a'ter.
+
+
+ Old Woman of Stepney
+
+ At Stepney there lived,
+ As every one knows,
+ An old woman who had
+ A plum tree on her nose!
+
+ The boys, while she slept,
+ Would cautiously take
+ The plums from her tree
+ Before she could wake.
+
+ This old woman went
+ One day to the lawn
+ Of my Lord Cockagee,
+ And there saw a fawn.
+
+ Having shot him, she tied
+ His hind legs to her tree,
+ And so quitted the lawn
+ Of my Lord Cockagee.
+
+ She'd nearly reached home,
+ When the constable came,
+ And put her in prison
+ For killing the game.
+
+ While locked in her cell,
+ She thought again and again
+ Of how to escape,
+ But kept thinking in vain.
+
+ She considered each plan,
+ Till she found out a way
+ Of escaping the prison
+ In the course of the day.
+
+ She cut the plum tree
+ close off from her nose,
+ And made a scarecrow,
+ Dress'd up in her clothes;
+
+ This she set on a stool,
+ With it's back to the wall,
+ And watch'd near the door
+ For fear it would fall.
+
+ Soon the jailor came in
+ With her water and bread;
+ He stared at the figure,
+ While from prison she fled.
+
+ The old woman reached home,
+ Singing diddle-dee-dee;
+ And again on her nose
+ There grew a plum tree.
+
+
+[Page 108--Old Woman Tales]
+
+
+ Funny Old Women
+
+ There was an old person of Smyrna,
+ Whose Granny once threatened to burn her;
+ But she seized on the cat,
+ And said "Granny, burn that!
+ You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!"
+
+ There was an old lady of Bute,
+ Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
+ She played several jigs
+ To her Uncle's white pigs,
+ That amusing old lady of Bute.
+
+ There was an old lady of Ryde,
+ Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied,
+ She purchased some clogs,
+ And some small spotted dogs,
+ And frequently walked about Ryde.
+
+ There was an old lady of Parma,
+ Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer,
+ When they said "Are you dumb?"
+ She merely said "Hum!"
+ That provoking old lady of Parma.
+
+ There was an old lady of Troy,
+ Whom several large flies did annoy;
+ Some she killed with a thump,
+ Some she drowned at the pump,
+ And some she took with her to Troy.
+
+ There was an old person of Crete,
+ Whose toilet was far from complete,
+ She dressed in a sack
+ Spickle-speckled with black,
+ That ombliferous old person of Crete.
+
+ There was an old lady of Wales,
+ Who caught a large fish without scales;
+ When she lifted her hook,
+ She exclaimed "Only look!"
+ That ecstatic old lady of Wales.
+
+ There was an old lady of Clare,
+ Who was sadly pursued by a bear;
+ When she found she was tired,
+ She abruptly expired,
+ That unfortunate lady of Clare.
+
+ There was an old lady of Dorking,
+ Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
+ But it's colour and size,
+ So bedazzled her eyes,
+ That she very soon went back to Dorking.
+
+ There was an old lady of Russia,
+ Who screamed so that no one could hush her;
+ Her screams were extreme,
+ No one heard such a scream,
+ As was screamed by that lady of Russia.
+
+ There was an old lady of Norway,
+ Who casually sat in a doorway;
+ When the door squeezed her flat,
+ She exclaimed, "What of that?"
+ That courageous old lady of Norway.
+
+ There was an old lady of Chertsey,
+ Who made a remarkable curtsey;
+ She twirled round and round,
+ Till she sank underground,
+ Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.
+
+ There was an old woman of Anerley,
+ Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly.
+ She rushed down the Strand,
+ With a pig in each hand,
+ But returning in the evening to Anerley.
+
+ There was an old lady of Welling,
+ Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
+ She played on the harp,
+ And caught several carp,
+ That accomplished old lady of Welling.
+
+ There was an old lady of Turkey,
+ Who wept when the weather was murky;
+ When the day turned out fine,
+ She ceased to repine,
+ That capricious old lady of Turkey.
+
+
+[Illustration: Old Woman in Flying Basket.]
+
+
+ Old Woman who went up in a Basket
+
+ There was an old woman went up in a basket,
+ Ninety-nine times as high as the moon;
+ What she did there I could not but ask it,
+ For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+ "Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
+ "O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?"
+ "To sweep the cobwebs off the sky,--
+ And I shall be back again by and by!"
+
+-----
+
+ There was an old woman of Prague,
+ Whose ideas were horribly vague,
+ She built a balloon,
+ To examine the moon,
+ That deluded old woman of Prague.
+
+ There was an old woman of Hull,
+ Who was chased by a virulent bull;
+ But she seized on a spade,
+ And called out "Who's afraid?"
+ Which distracted that virulent bull.
+
+ There was an old lady of Poole,
+ Whose soup was excessively cool;
+ So she put it to boil,
+ By the aid of some oil,
+ That ingenious old lady of Poole.
+
+ There was an old lady of Burton,
+ Whose answers were rather uncertain;
+ When they said "How d'ye do?"
+ She replied "Who are you?"
+ That distressing old person of Burton.
+
+ There was an old lady of Lucca,
+ Whose lovers completely forsook her;
+ She ran up a tree,
+ And said "Fiddle-de-dee!"
+ Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.
+
+ There was an old woman of Norwich,
+ Who lived on nothing but porridge;
+ Parading the town,
+ She turned cloak into gown,
+ That thrifty old woman of Norwich.
+
+ There was an old woman of Leeds,
+ Who spent all her time in good deeds;
+ She worked for the poor,
+ Till her fingers were sore,
+ That pious old woman of Leeds.
+
+ There was an old woman in Surrey,
+ Who was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;
+ Called her husband a fool,
+ Drove the children to school,
+ That worrying old woman in Surrey.
+
+ There was an old lady whose bonnet
+ Came untied when the birds sat upon it;
+ But she said "I don't care!
+ All the birds in the air
+ Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!"
+
+ There was an old lady whose nose
+ Was so long that it reached to her toes;
+ So she hired an old lady,
+ Whose conduct was steady,
+ To carry that wonderful nose.
+
+ There was an old lady whose chin
+ Resembled the point of a pin;
+ So she had it made sharp,
+ And purchased a harp,
+ On which to play tunes with her chin.
+
+ There was an old lady whose eyes,
+ Were unique as to colour and size;
+ When she opened them wide,
+ People all turned aside,
+ And started away in surprise.
+
+ There was a young lady of Hexham,
+ Contradicted her friends just to vex 'em;
+ She talked about horses,
+ And rode on racecourses,
+ This forward young lady of Hexham.
+
+
+[Page 109--Strange History of Twenty-Six Funny Women]
+
+
+ Strange History of Twenty-Six Funny Women
+
+Angelina Armstrong Abruptly Asked an Advertising Agent About an
+Alliterating Advertisement Appearing, Announcing An Astonishing,
+Admirable, Attractive, Agreeable, Artistic, And Advanced Australian
+Arcade.
+ Meaning Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Bridget Bradshaw Bamboozled the Barber's Beautiful Baby By Bouncing
+it into Believing a Bandbox to Be a Big Book.
+ From Coles Book Arcade.
+
+Clarissa Cox Cautiously Crept & Caught with a Candle extinguisher a
+Congregation of Catterwauling Cats Conducting a Confounded
+Corroboree.
+ On the roof of Coles Book Arcade.
+
+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.
+ Which drawing can be inspected at Cole's Book Arcade by anyone who
+can see clearly in the Dark.
+
+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 Cole's
+Book Arcade.
+
+Fanny Fagan's Fine, Flossy, Fashionable Feathers Frequently
+Flopped, Flirted, and Flounced Forcibly From Fun.
+ When she read some of the lively books from Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Georgina Gubbins Gently, Gracefully, Gravely, Grammatically,
+Graphically, and Grandiloquently Grumbled at her Great-Grandmother.
+ Because she so seldom went to Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Harriet Hopkins Had an Habitual, Haughty, Harsh, Hasty, Huffy,
+Hateful, Hideous, Horrid, Headstrong, Heedless, Hysterical, Habit
+of Henpecking Her Husband at Home.
+ When he would not take her to Cole's Book Arcade, to get a book on
+Saturday night.
+
+Isabella Ingram Ironically Inquired of the Illustrious Imperial
+Indian If Idleness, Ignorance, Impudence, Intemperance,
+Intolerance, Inhumanity, and Infamy.
+ Were the seven cardinal virtues. She was referred for an answer to
+the Instructive books in Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Jemima Jenkins, the Jerusalem Jewess, Judiciously Jotted Jokes in
+her Journal in June on her Journey through Judea to Jericho, beyond
+Jordan.
+ [N.B.--Jericho, beyond Jordan, is about 10,000 miles from Cole's
+Book Arcade.]
+
+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.
+ She did not buy her cookery book at Cole's Book Arcade: he doesn't
+sell books showing how to cook Kittens.
+
+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 Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+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.
+ [N.B.--About 300 bushels of said stars fell on top of Cole's Book
+Arcade and may be seen on application.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Old Woman Cutting the Moon into Stars.]
+
+
+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.
+ And directly after the marriage Nagged him into sending for books
+to Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+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.
+ And then go to Cole's Book Arcade and get a book.
+
+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.
+ The piece of music was bought Quarter-Price at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Quintina Quirk Quarrelled with the Queer, Quaint, Quadroon Queen of
+Quito, and Quizzingly Questioned her Quivering, Quaking
+Quartermaster.
+ If he was Quite sure he bought all his pens and pencils at Cole's
+Book Arcade.
+
+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,
+ Instead of Running into Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+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
+_Salamanca_, and Straightway Stipulated with the Sprightly
+Supercargo to Slyly and Suddenly Sail Southward at Sunrise for Six
+Shillingsworth of Select Stationery to Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+Theresa Toodles Thatched a Trumpery Tipperary Theatre Three
+Thousand and Thirty-Three Times, and Then Took To Table-Turning and
+Table-Talking.
+ But never Turned into nor Talked about Cole's Book Arcade until
+afterwards.
+
+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.
+ Until, by chance, she went to Cole's Book Arcade, and got some good
+instructive books, and now she is the very best person in
+Australia, and the best but two in the world.
+
+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 Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+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--Whispered, Winked, Wooed, Won, Wedded, and Wafted
+her across the Wide Waste of Water Waves, and got her a Weird
+Waltz.
+ Quarter-Price at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+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.
+ When she visited Cole's Book Arcade, to buy books.
+
+Yellena Yellat, the Yellow Yahoo of Yokohama, Yawned Yesterday at
+Yon Yelping Yokel of the Yankee Yeomanry.
+ And told him that he, being ignorant, should go at once and get
+educated at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+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
+ And many other 'isms, 'ologies, 'olatries, 'ographies, etc., out of
+the works she bought at Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+
+[Page 110--Forty Ways Of Travelling]
+
+
+A Wonderful Search Journey by the 40 principal modes of travelling
+in The World, and a Prize of L1000 offered for a Flying Machine.
+
+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:--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
+
+
+[Illustration: Running.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Rowing.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: In cart pulled by native.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Chinese Sail-Boat.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: In Wheelbarrow with Sail and Pushed by Native.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Yak.]
+
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Reindeer Sleigh.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding Horse.]
+
+
+he did not know, but I could try the QUEEN of England, I jumped into
+an electric train, made for the metropolis
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding Small Train.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: In a Balloon.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Reindeer.]
+
+
+the Viceroy, he was positively ignorant on the subject and referred
+me to the Mormon PROPHET. Got into an ice ship,
+
+
+[Illustration: Ice Ship Sailing over Ice.]
+
+
+[Page 111--Forty Ways Of Travelling]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Dog Sleigh.]
+
+
+Sachem, but he did not know, but perhaps the PRESIDENT of Peru did,
+rode on a one-man sedan to the City of Earthquakes,
+
+
+[Illustration: In a Chair on back of Native.]
+
+
+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;
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Llama.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Rowing Canoe.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding an Ostrich.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Lying on platform carried by four Natives.]
+
+
+negroes to Magdala, spoke to the Negus, he referred me to the KHEDIVE
+
+
+[Illustration: In a Peddle-Powered Paddle-Boat.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Donkey.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Camel.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Punting a Raft.]
+
+
+had not got one, but referred me to the GUICOWAR of Gujerat and
+considerately lent me a pair of ten-feet stilts for the
+
+
+[Illustration: Walking on Stilts through Swamp.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Sitting in Sedan carried by two Locals.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding an Elephant.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Page 112--Forty Ways Of Travelling]
+
+
+[Illustration: Sitting in Sedan carried by four Locals.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Sitting in Sedan on back of Horse.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Lying in Sedan carried by Two Horses.]
+
+
+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!--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--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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Bull.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Sitting in Sedan on two wheels pulled by Oxen.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Lying in Hammock suspended by pole carried by two
+Natives.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Lying in a Mule-Drawn Sleigh.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Coach drawn by Two Horses.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Penny-Farthing Bicycle.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Wagon drawn by Bullock-Team.]
+
+
+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,
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Penny-Farthing style Tricycle.]
+
+
+he could not tell, perhaps the POPE of Rome could. I jumped into a
+ship,
+
+
+[Illustration: Sailing Ship With Three Masts.]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Steam Train and Carriage.]
+
+
+around to the Golden Horn; saw His Sublime Mightiness the PADISHAW,
+he
+
+
+[Page 113--Forty Ways Of Travelling]
+
+
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Riding a Goat-Drawn Carriage.]
+
+
+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--the
+Elector of Saxony--the Begum of Oude--the Stadholder of Holland--
+the Peishwa of Poona--the Nabob of Bengal--the Caliph of Bagdad--
+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
+
+
+[Illustration: Large Steam-Powered Paddle-Boat.]
+
+
+for Melbourne, landed there, jumped into a cab, went straight to
+Cole's Book
+
+
+[Illustration: Carriage drawn by One Horse.]
+
+
+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:--
+
+ October 31st. 1882
+
+ I, the undersigned, firmly believe that as man has already made
+machines to run over the land and float over the water faster than
+the swiftest animal, so shortly he will make machines to fly
+through the air as fast, and finally faster, than the swiftest
+birds do now. And I hereby offer a bonus of L1,000 to any person
+who shall (in consequence of said bonus) within the next two years
+invent a flying machine, to go by Electrical, Chemical, Mechanical,
+or any other means, except by gas, a distance of 100 miles, and
+shall come and stop in front of the Book Arcade, Bourke Street,
+Melbourne, Australia, as easily and as safely as a carriage stops
+there now.
+
+ --E. W. Cole
+
+
+[Illustration: Cole's Flying Machine.]
+
+
+ Cole's Flying Machine
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 114--Miss Cole's Aerial Flight in a Flying Machine]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Federation Of The Whole World Is Fast Coming.]
+
+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.
+
+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 L1,000."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+And eventually the velocity with which they will fly may materially
+assist in establishing the peace of the world and the Parliament of
+Man.
+
+My prophecy with regard to flying machines was made in 1868, and the
+bonus of L1,000 (see previous page) was offered in 1882.
+
+ --E. W. Cole
+
+
+[Illustration: 16 Motto-Medals.]
+
+
+The above are facsimiles of 16 of 50 of E. W. Cole's World
+Federation Motto-Medals.
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph of Mr. H, Hawker.]
+
+ Mr. H. Hawker,
+ The Man Who Flew.
+
+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 L5000
+prize given by the "Daily Mail" for a flight around the British
+Isles, meeting with an accident off the coast of Ireland.
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph of Miss Linda Cole.]
+
+ Miss Linda Cole
+
+ Whose Flight with Mr. Hawker attained 4000 ft.
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph of Mr. E. W. Cole.]
+
+ Mr. E. W. COLE
+
+ Prophesied Flying Machines and lived to see one of his daughters
+ fly, and thus fulfilled his prophecy.
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph of Miss Cole entering Biplane.]
+
+ Miss Cole Entering The Sopwith Biplane Preparatory To Flying
+
+
+[Page 115--Miss Cole's Aerial Flight in a Flying Machine]
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph of Distant Biplane.]
+
+ Miss Cole And Mr. Harry Hawker
+
+
+[Illustration: Poster--Various Planes Circling the Earth.]
+
+ Companions In Space
+
+ Our World surrounded by one of the latest Inventions of man--"The
+ Flying Machine."
+
+
+ Aviation In Melbourne
+ Passengers Accompany Harry Hawker To The Clouds.
+
+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--a distance of 500 miles--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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph--Crowd around Biplane.]
+
+ Miss Cole Leaves The Aeroplane
+
+After Having Experienced Her First Trip in the Art of Flying, at
+Elsternwick, on Friday, 13th February, 1914.
+
+
+[Illustration: Photograph--Biplane in Flight.]
+
+ Minister Of Defence (Mr. Millen) Soars Aloft.
+
+
+[Page 116--Various Early Types of Aeroplanes]
+
+
+[Illustration: Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes.]
+
+
+[Page 117--Various Early Types of Aeroplanes]
+
+
+[Illustration: Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Small Photographs of Various Aeroplanes.]
+
+
+[Page 118--Girls Names]
+
+
+[Illustration: Every Girl's Name And Its Meaning.]
+
+
+ This is perhaps the Choicest Collection of
+ Girls' Names in the English Language
+
+To the Reader.--I beg to make one very important remark upon this
+immense variety of girl's names, and that is:--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.--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.
+
+
+ 555 NAMES
+
+ Abigail, my father's joy
+ Ada, happiness, rich gift
+ Adah, ornament
+ Adamena, red earth
+ Adela, noble cheer
+ Adelaide, noble cheer
+ Adeleve, noble gift
+ Adelia, of noble birth
+ Adelina, noble manner
+ Adeline, noble snake
+ Agatha, good or honest
+ Agnes, pure, holy, chaste
+ Agneta, pure
+ Alberta, female Albert
+ Albina, white
+ Aldgitha, noble gift
+ Alethea, truth
+ Alexandra, helper
+ Alexandrina, helper
+ Alice, a princess
+ Alicia, noble cheer
+ Alison, holy fame
+ Almira, lofty
+ Althea, wholesome
+ Amabel, lovable
+ Amalia, work, industry
+ Amanda, worthy of love
+ Amata, she that is loved
+ Amelia, busy, energetic
+ Amice, beloved
+ Amicia, beloved
+ Amy, beloved
+ Anastasia, shall rise again
+ Andromache, heroic fight
+ Angel, angel
+ Angela, angel
+ Angelica, lovely, angelic
+ Angelina, angel
+ Angelletta, a messenger
+ Angelot, angel
+ Anisia, complete
+ Ann, grace
+ Anna, grace
+ Annabel, grace
+ Annabella, grace
+ Annaple, grace
+ Anne, grace
+ Annette, grace
+ Annice, grace
+ Annor, grace
+ Annora, eagle of Thor
+ Annie, grace
+ Anstace, resurrection
+ Antoinette, small Antonia
+ Antonia, inestimable
+ Antonina, inestimable
+ Arabella, eagle heroine
+ Arbella, God hath avenged
+ Athaliah, time for God
+ Auda, rich
+ Augusta, female Augustus
+ Aurelia, golden
+ Aureola, little, pretty
+ Aurora, fresh, brilliant
+ Averil, battle-maid
+ Avice, war refuge
+ Avis, war refuge
+ Barbara, stranger
+ Basilia, kingly
+ Bathilda, battle-maid
+ Bathsheba, 7th daughter
+ Beata, blessed
+ Beatrix, making happy
+ Becky, noosed cord
+ Bega, life
+ Belinda (uncertain)
+ Belle, oath of Baal
+ Bellona, warlike
+ Bernice, bringing victory
+ Bertalda, bright warrior
+ Bertha, bright, beautiful
+ Bessie, God's oath
+ Bessy, God's oath
+ Bethia, life
+ Beatrice, making happy
+ Benedicta, making happy
+ Betsy, oath of God
+ Biddulph, ruling wolf
+ Biddy, strength
+ Blanche, white
+ Bona, good
+ Brenda, sword
+ Bride, strength
+ Bridget, shining bright
+ Camilla, sacrificer
+ Caroline, noble-spirited
+ Carrie, noble-spirited
+ Cassandra, love-inflaming
+ Catharina, pure
+ Catherine, pure
+ Cecil, blind
+ Cecilia, blind
+ Cecily (or Cicily), blind
+ Celia, female Coelius
+ Celestine, heavenly
+ Charissa, love
+ Charley, man-girl
+ Charlotte, noble-spirited
+ Cherry, love
+ Chloe, blooming
+ Christabel, fair Christian
+ Christiana, Christian
+ Christina, Christian
+ Clare, she that is fair
+ Claribel, brightly fair
+ Clarissa, rendering famous
+ Clara, bright, fair
+ Clarice, light Clara
+ Clarinda, brightly fair
+ Claudia, female Claude
+ Clemeney, merciful, gentle
+ Clementina, merciful
+ Clementine, merciful
+ Cleopatra, father's fame
+ Colinette,
+ Columba, dove
+ Columbine, dove
+ Constancia, firm, constant
+ Constancia, firm
+ Cora, maiden
+ Cordelia, warm-hearted
+ Cornelia, born
+ Corinda, fair-maiden
+ Custance, firm
+ Cynthia, of Cynthus
+ Cyrilla, lordly
+ Damaria, little wife
+ Deborah, bee
+ Delia, of Delos
+ Delicia, delightful
+ Delilah, poor, small
+ Di, goddess
+ Diana, goddess
+ Dinah, judgement
+ Dionetta, of Dionysos
+ Dolly, gift of God
+ Dora, gift of God
+ Doralice, gift
+ Dorothea, divine gift
+ Dorothy, divine gift
+ Dowsabel, sweet, fair
+ Drusilla, dew-sprinkled
+ Dicia, sweet
+ Dulce, sweet
+ Duleibella, sweet, fair
+ Dye, goddess
+ Edeva, rich, gift
+ Edith, happiness
+ Edna, pleasure
+ Effie, fair speech
+ Ela, holy
+ Elaine, light
+ Elayne, light
+ Elenor, light
+ Elenora, light
+ Elfleda, hail increase
+ Elfrida, elf threatener
+ Elinor, light
+ Eliza, God's oath
+ Elizabeth, God's oath
+ Ella, elf friend
+ Ellen, light
+ Ellinor, light
+ Ellis, God the Lord
+ Elsie, noble cheer
+ Elspeth, God's oath
+ Emelin, work ruler
+ Emily, work, industry
+ Emlyn, work, serpent
+ Emm, grandmother
+ Emma, diligent nurse
+ Emmeline, industrious
+ Emmott, grandmother
+ Enaid, the soul
+ Enid, soul
+ Eppie, soul
+ Ermengarde, public guard
+ Ernestine, earnest, serious
+ Essa, nurse
+ Essie, star
+ Esther, good fortune
+ Estienne, crown
+ Ethel, noble, noble lady
+ Ethelburga, protector
+ Etheired, threatener
+ Ethelind, noble snake
+ Ethelinde, noble snake
+ Etta, home rule
+ Eucaria, happy hand
+ Eucharis, happy grace
+ Eudora, happy gift
+ Eugenia, well-born
+ Eugenie, well-born
+ Eulalia, fair speed
+ Eunice, happy victory
+ Euphemia, fair fame
+ Euphrasia, mirth
+ Eva, life
+ Evangeline, happy herald
+ Eve, life-giving
+ Eveleen, pleasant
+ Evelina, little Eve
+ Eveline, pleasant
+ Eveline, little Eve
+ Everhilda, battle-maid
+ Fanny, free, liberal
+ Faith, faith
+ Faustina, lucky
+ Felicia, happy
+ Fenella, white-shouldered
+ Fidelia, faithful
+ Flora, flowers
+ Florence, flourishing
+ Florinda, pretty flower
+ Frances, free, liberal
+ Frederica, peace ruler
+ Frediswid, peace, strength
+ Frewissa, strong peace
+ Gabrielle, God's hero
+ Ganore, white wave
+ Gatty, spear maid
+ Genevieve, white wave
+ Georgina, thrifty wife
+ Georgiana, thrifty wife
+ Geraldine, spear power
+ Gerda, enclosure
+ Gertrude, spear maiden
+ Gill (or Gillet), downy
+ Gillespie, bishop's servant
+ Gillian, downy
+ Gladuse, lame
+ Godiva, divine gift
+ Grace, grace, favour
+ Griselda, stone heroine
+ Guda, divine
+ Gundrada, war council
+ Gundred, war council
+ Gunhilda, war heroine
+ Gunnilda, war battle-maid
+ Gunnora, war protection
+ Gwendolen, white-browed
+ Gytha, happy
+ Hagar, a stranger
+ Hannah, grace, gracious
+ Harriet, a rich lady
+ Hatty, home rule
+ Havisia, war refuge
+ Helaine, light
+ Helen, light
+ Helewise, famous holiness
+ Henrietta, little Henry
+ Henny, home rule
+ Hepsy, my delight in her
+ Hermione, of Hermes
+ Hester, good fortune
+ Hetty, little Henry
+ Hilaria, cheerful, merry
+ Hilda, battle-maid
+ Honor, honour
+ Honora, honourable
+ Honoria, honourable
+ Hope, hope
+ Hortensia, gardener
+ Huldah, a weasel
+ Ida, happy, godlike
+ Inez, chaste, pure
+ Irene, peaceful
+ Isa, iron
+ Isabel, fair Eliza
+ Isabella, fair Eliza
+ Isadora, strong gift
+ Isbel, God's oath
+ Isobel, oath if God
+ Isolde, fair
+ Isolt, fair
+ Izod, fair
+ Jacintha, purple
+ Jacobina, supplanter
+ Jaquetta, supplanter
+ Jacqueline, beguiling
+ Jamesina, supplanter
+ Jane, grace of God
+ Janet, little Jane
+ Jeanette, beguiling
+ Jean, grace of God
+ Jemima, a dove
+ Jenny, grace of God
+ Jessica, grace of God
+ Jessie, grace of God
+ Jezebel, oath of Baal
+ Joan, the Lord's grace
+ Jodoca, sportive
+ Johanna, the Lord's grace
+ Joletta, violet
+ Joscelind, just
+ Josephine, addition
+ Josepha, addition
+ Joy, joy
+ Joyce, sportive, merry
+ Judith (or Judy), praise
+ Julia, soft-hearted
+ Juliana, downy-bearded
+ Juliet, downy-bearded
+ Justina, just
+ Kate, pure
+ Katharine, pure
+ Katherine, pure
+ Kathleen, pure
+ Katrina, pure
+ Katie, pure
+ Katrina
+ Kester, Christ bearer
+ Keturah, sweet perfume
+ Kezia, Cassia
+ Kissy, Cassia
+ Kitty, Pure
+ Laurinda, a laurel
+ Laura, laurel
+ Laurentia, laurel
+ Lavinia, of Latium
+ Leah, weary
+ Leonora, light
+ Letitia, gladness or mirth
+ Lettiee, gladness
+ Letty, truth
+ Lilian, lily
+ Lilly, lily
+ Lizzie, oath of God
+ Lora, laurel
+ Lorinda, a laurel
+ Lottie, noble-spirited
+ Lotty, man
+ Louisa, famous holiness
+ Louise, an Amazon
+ Love, love
+ Loys, famous holiness
+ Lucia, shining
+ Lucilla, light
+ Lucinda, light
+ Lucrece, gain
+ Lucretia, gain
+ Lucy, light-shining
+ Lydia, born in Lydia
+ Mab, mirth
+ Mabel, beloved
+ Mabella, my fair maiden
+ Madeline, magnificent
+ Madge, pearl
+ Margaret, pearl
+ Maria, bitter
+ Marian, bitter grace
+ Marianne, bitter grace
+ Marion, bitter
+ Marjorie or Marjory, pearl
+ Martha, becoming bitter
+ Martina, of Mars, warlike
+ Mary, bitter
+ Matilda, battle-maid
+ Matty, becoming bitter
+ Maud (or Maud), noble
+ May, pearl
+ Melania, black
+ Melicent, work, strength
+ Melissa, bee
+ Melony, dark
+ Melva, chief
+ Menie, bitter
+ Mercy, compassion
+ Mercia, work rule
+ Meriel, nymph
+ Milcah, queen
+ Mildred, mild threatener
+ Millicent, work, strength
+ Milly, work, strength
+ Minella, resolute
+ Mingala, soft and fair
+ Minna, memory
+ Minnie, little
+ Miranda, to be admired
+ Miriam, bitter
+ Moina, soft
+ Mencha, adviser
+ Monica, adviser
+ Moore, great
+ Morgana, sea dweller
+ Morna, beloved
+ Moroli, sea protection
+ Mynette, resolute
+ Myra, a weeper
+ Mysie, pearl
+ Nancy (or Nanny), grace
+ Naomi, pleasant
+ Nelly, light
+ Nellie, light
+ Ninon (or Ninette), grace
+ Nora, honourable
+ Norah, honourable
+ Octavia, eighth-born
+ Olive, olive
+ Olympis, heavenly
+ Ophelia, serpent
+ Osberga, divine pledge
+ Osberta, divinely bright
+ Osyth, divine strength
+ Parnel, a little stone
+ Patience, bearing up
+ Patricia, noble
+ Patty, becoming batter
+ Paulina, little Paul
+ Pauline, little Paul
+ Paula, little
+ Peace, peace
+ Peggy, pearl
+ Penelope, weaver
+ Pernel, stone
+ Petrina, stone
+ Petronella, stone
+ Phebe, light of life
+ Phemie, fair fame
+ Philadelphia, fraternal
+ Philippa, lover of horses
+ Phillis, a little leaf
+ Phoebe, shining
+ Piety, piety
+ Polly, bitter
+ Portia, of the pigs
+ Priscilla, ancient
+ Prudence, prudent
+ Quenburga, queen of pledge
+ Rachel, ewe
+ Rebecca, full fed
+ Rebekah, enchanting
+ Rhoda, rose
+ Robina, bright fame
+ Rose, a rose
+ Rosabel, fair rose
+ Rosabella, fair rose
+ Rosalia, blooming rose
+ Rosalie, blooming rose
+ Rosalind, like a rose
+ Rosaline, famed serpent
+ Rosamond, protection
+ Rosamuad, rose of peace
+ Rosanne, rose
+ Rose, rose
+ Rosecleer, fair rose
+ Rosina, rose
+ Rowena, white skirt
+ Roxana, dawn of day
+ Ruth, watered or filtered
+ Sabina, religious
+ Sabrina, the Severn
+ Sally, princess
+ Sarah, princess
+ Sarai, lady or princess
+ Selina, moon or parsley
+ Selma, fair
+ Serena, serene
+ Sibella, wise old woman
+ Sidonia, of Sidon
+ Sigismunda, conquering
+ Sissie, little sister
+ Soloma, peace
+ Sophia, wisdom
+ Sophronia, of sound mind
+ Stella, star
+ Stephana, crown
+ Stratonice, army victory
+ Susie, a lily
+ Susan, a rose or lily
+ Susannah, lily
+ Sylvia, living in a weed
+ Tabitha, gazelle
+ Tamar, palm
+ Tamasine, twin
+ Temperance, moderation
+ Thalia, bloom
+ Thecla, divine fame
+ Theobalda, people's prince
+ Theodora, divine gift
+ Theophila, divinity-loved
+ Theresa, carrying corn
+ Thomasine, twin
+ Thyrza, pleasantness
+ Tibelda, people's prince
+ Tilda, mighty battle-maid
+ Timothea, fear God
+ Tirzah, pleasantness
+ Tracy, carrying corn
+ Trix, blessed
+ Tryphena, dainty
+ Tryphosa, dainty
+ Ulrica, noble ruler
+ Una, famine
+ Urania, heavenly
+ Ursula, she bear
+ Valeria, female Valerius
+ Vanora, white wave
+ Vashti, one that drinks
+ Venetia, blessed
+ Venice, blessed
+ Veronica, a true image
+ Verosa, true
+ Vevina, melodious woman
+ Victoria, conqueror
+ Vida, life
+ Violet, violet
+ Viola, a violet
+ Virginia, flourishing
+ Walburg, gracious
+ Wenefride, white wave
+ Werburgha, protection
+ Wilfred, white stream
+ Wilhelmina, defendress
+ Williamina, defendress
+ Wilmett, cap of resolution
+ Winefride, lover of peace
+ Winifrid, white stream
+ Zenobia, sire's ornament
+ Zerah, rising of light
+ Zillah, shadow
+ Zoe, life
+ Zora, dawn
+
+
+BE SURE AND PICK A NICE NAME FOR THE BABY
+
+
+[Page 119--Boys Names]
+
+
+[Illustration: Every Boy's Name And It's Meaning.]
+
+
+ This is perhaps the Choicest Collection of
+ Boys' Names in the English Language
+
+To the Reader.--I beg to make one very important remark upon this
+immense variety of boy's names, and that is:--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.--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.
+
+
+ 555 NAMES
+
+ Aaron, lofty, inspired
+ Abel, vanity
+ Abelard, noble
+ Abiathar, sire of plenty
+ Abijah, child of God
+ Abijam, father of the sea
+ Abimelech, king's father
+ Abner, father of light
+ Abraham, sire of many
+ Abram, elevated father
+ Absalom, father of peace
+ Achilles, without lips
+ Adam, red earth
+ Adin, tender, delicate
+ Adolphus, noble wolf
+ Adrian, rich or wealthy
+ Aeneas, praise
+ Ahaz, visionary
+ Alan, cheerful
+ Alaric, noble ruler
+ Alban, white
+ Alberic, elf king, or all rich
+ Albert, nobly, bright
+ Aleuin, hall friend
+ Aldebert, nobly bright
+ Aldhelm, noble helmet
+ Alexander, helper of men
+ Alexis, helper
+ Alfred, good counseller
+ Algernon, with whiskers
+ Alick, helper of men
+ Allan (or Allen), cheerful
+ Almeric, work ruler
+ Alphonso, eager, willing
+ Alphin, elf
+ Amadas, husbandman
+ Amasa, a burden
+ Ambrose, immortal, divine
+ Amos, a burden
+ Andrew, manly, valiant
+ Angus, excellent virtue
+ Anselm, divine helmet
+ Anstice, resurrection
+ Anthony, inestimable
+ Antony, inestimable
+ Appolos, of Apollo
+ Aquila, eagle
+ Archibald, powerful, bold
+ Aristides, son of the best
+ Arkles, noble fame
+ Arnold, strong as an eagle
+ Artemus, gift of Diana
+ Arth, high
+ Arthur, high, noble
+ Asa, physician or healer
+ Ascelin, servant
+ Asher, blessed, fortunate
+ Ashur, black or blackness
+ Athanasius, undying
+ Athelstan, noble stone
+ Athelwold, noble power
+ Aubrey, ruler of spirits
+ Audrey, noble threatener
+ Augustin, venerable
+ Augustus, majestic
+ Aureilus, golden
+ Austin, venerable
+ Aymar, work ruler
+ Bab, stranger
+ Baldie, sacred prince
+ Baldred, prince council
+ Baldric, prince ruler
+ Baldwin, bold friend
+ Banquo, white
+ Baptist, baptiser
+ Barak, lightning
+ Bardolf, bright helper
+ Barnabas, son of consolation
+ Barnard, bold as a bear
+ Barry, looking bright
+ Bartholomew, warlike son
+ Barthram, bright raven
+ Bartley, son of furrows
+ Bartram, bright raven
+ Barzillai, son of iron
+ Basil, kingly
+ Bat, son of furrows
+ Beavis, beautiful
+ Ben, son of the right hand
+ Benedict, blessed
+ Benjamin, same as Ben
+ Bennet, blessed
+ Benoni, son of sorrow
+ Berenger, bear spear
+ Beriah, son of evil
+ Bernard, bold as a bear
+ Bertram, bright raven
+ Bertran, fair and pure
+ Blase (or Blaze), babbler
+ Bohemond, God's love
+ Boniface, well-doer
+ Botolph, ruling wolf
+ Boyd, yellow
+ Brithric, bright king
+ Brockwell, champion
+ Bruno, brown
+ Brush, immortal
+ Bryan, strong
+ Cadoe, war
+ Cadogan, war
+ Cadwallader, a general
+ Caesar, hairy
+ Cain, possession
+ Caleb, dog
+ Calvin, bald
+ Canute, hill
+ Caradoc, beloved
+ Carmichael, Michael's friend
+ Caswallon, hating lord
+ Cecil, blind
+ Charinas, grace
+ Charles, noble spirited
+ Christian, of Christ
+ Christopher, Christ bearer
+ Chrysostom, gold mouth
+ Clarence, illustrious
+ Claude, lame
+ Clement, merciful gentle
+ Colbert, cool, bright
+ Colborn, black bear
+ Colin, dove
+ Colomb, dove
+ Conachar, strong help
+ Coniah, appointed
+ Conmor, strength great
+ Connal, chief's courage
+ Connor, slaughter hound
+ Conrad, able speed
+ Constant, firm, faithful
+ Constantine, firm
+ Cornelius, horn
+ Cradock, beloved
+ Crispin, curly-haired
+ Cuthbert, noted splendour
+ Cymbeline, lord of the sun
+ Cyprian, of Cyprus
+ Cyril, lordly
+ Cyrus, the sun
+ Dan, a judge
+ Daniel, the judging God
+ Darcy, dark
+ Darius, king, preserver
+ David, beloved, the darling
+ Dennis, of Dionysos
+ Derrick, people's wealth
+ Dick, firm ruler
+ Didymus, twin
+ Diggory, the almost lost
+ Dionysius, of Dionysos
+ Dodd, of the people
+ Dominic, Sunday child
+ Donald, proud chief
+ Dougal, black stranger
+ Douglas, dark grey
+ Dudley, people's ruler
+ Duff, black
+ Dugold, black stranger
+ Duncan, brown chief
+ Ebenezer, stone of help
+ Edgar, protector of wealth
+ Edmund, rich protection
+ Edward, happy keeper
+ Edwin, rich friend
+ Egbert, formidably bright
+ Eldred, fierce in battle
+ Eli, a foster son
+ Elias, God the Lord
+ Elihu, He is my God
+ Elijah, God the Lord
+ Elisha, God the Saviour
+ Elizur, God my rock
+ Ellis, God the Lord
+ Emanuel, God with us
+ Emilius, work
+ Enoch, dedicated
+ Enos, mortal man
+ Ephriam, very fruitful
+ Erasmus, amiable, lovely
+ Erastus, lovely, amiable
+ Eric, era king, rich
+ Ernest, serious
+ Esaias, salvation of God
+ Esau, covered with hair
+ Esbert, bright for ever
+ Esdras, rising of light
+ Etheired, noble council
+ Eugene, well-born
+ Eusebius, pious
+ Eustace, healthy, strong
+ Evan, young warrior
+ Everard, strong as a boar
+ Ezekiel, strength of God
+ Ezra, rising of light
+ Farquhar, manly
+ Feargus, man of strength
+ Felim, ever good
+ Felix, happy, prosperous
+ Ferdinand, brave
+ Fergus, man's strength
+ Fernando, brave
+ Festus, joyful
+ Fingal, white stranger
+ Flavian, yellow
+ Francis, free, liberal
+ Frank, free
+ Franklin, free
+ Frederic, peaceful ruler
+ Frewen, free friend
+ Fulbert, bright resolution
+ Faulk, people's guard
+ Gabriel, hero of God
+ Gaius, rejoiced
+ Gamaliel, gift of God
+ Garratt, spear firm
+ Gavin, hawk of battle
+ Geoffrey, God's peace
+ George, husbandman
+ Gerald, spear power
+ Germaine, German
+ Gervas, war eagerness
+ Gibbon, bright pledge
+ Gideon, destroyer
+ Gilbert, bright as gold
+ Gilchrist, servant of Christ
+ Giles, a kid
+ Gillespie, bishop's servant
+ Gillies, servant of Jesus
+ Gisborn, pledge bearer
+ Goddard, pious, virtuous
+ Gedfrey, God's peace
+ Godric, divine king
+ Godwin, divine friend
+ Greg, fierce
+ Gregory, watchful
+ Griffith, strong-faithed
+ Grimbald, self-controlled
+ Gustavus, a warrior
+ Guy, a leader
+ Hadassah, myrtle
+ Halbert, bright stone
+ Hamlyn, home
+ Hanan, grace
+ Hannibal, grace of Baal
+ Harold, a champion
+ Harry, home rule
+ Harvey, bitter
+ Haymon, home
+ Heber, a companion
+ Hector, a defender
+ Henry, a rich lord
+ Herbert, bright warrior
+ Hercules, lordly fame
+ Hereward, sword guardian
+ Herman, a warrior
+ Herodias, of a hero
+ Herodotus, noble gift
+ Hezekiah, strength of God
+ Hilary, cheerful
+ Hildebert, a nobleman
+ Hildebrand, a warbrand
+ Hiram, most noble
+ Hodge, spear of fame
+ Homer, a pledge
+ Horace, worthy of love
+ Horatio, worthy of love
+ Hoshea, salvation
+ Hubbard, mind bright
+ Hubert, mind bright
+ Hugh, mind
+ Hugo, mind
+ Humphrey, home peace
+ Ian, grace of God
+ Ignatius, fiery
+ Immanuel, God with us
+ Increase, more faith
+ Ingram, Ing's raven
+ Inigo, fiery
+ Innocent, harmless
+ Ira, watchful
+ Isaac, laughter
+ Issiah, salvation of God
+ Israel, soldier of God
+ Ivan, gift of God
+ Ives, archer
+ Izaak, laughter
+ Jabez, sorrow
+ Jacob, supplanter
+ James, superior
+ Japhet, extender
+ Jarratt, spear firm
+ Jason, healer
+ Jasper, treasure master
+ Jeffrey, good peace
+ Jehu, the Lord is he
+ Jenkin, Grace of God
+ Jeremiah, exalted of God
+ Jerome, holy name
+ Jervis, spear war
+ Jesse, wealth
+ Joachim, God will judge
+ Joab, son of God
+ Job, persecuted
+ Joel, strong-willed
+ John, the Lord's grace
+ Jonah (or Jonas), dove
+ Jonathan, gift of God
+ Jordan, descender
+ Joscelin, just
+ Joseph, addition
+ Joshua, a Saviour
+ Josiah, fire of God
+ Judah, praised
+ Julian, downy bearded
+ Julius, downy bearded
+ Justin, just
+ Justus, just
+ Kay, rejoicing
+ Kenelm, a defender
+ Kenneth, a leader
+ Laban, white
+ Lachlan, warlike
+ Lambert, illustrious
+ Lancelot, servant
+ Laurence, laurel crowned
+ Lawrence, laurel crowned
+ Lazarus, God will help
+ Leander, lion-hearted
+ Lear, sea
+ Leonard, lion-strong
+ Leopold, bold for men
+ Levi, adhesion
+ Lewis, people's refuge
+ Lionel, lion
+ Llawellyn, lightning
+ Lloyd, grey
+ Lodowic, famed piety
+ Lorenzo, laurel crowned
+ Lot, lion
+ Lothar, glorious warrior
+ Lothario, great warrior
+ Louis, famous holiness
+ Lubin, love friend
+ Lucian, light
+ Ludovic, bold warrior
+ Luke, light
+ Luther, glorious warrior
+ Maddox, beneficent
+ Madoc, beneficent
+ Magnus, great
+ Malachi, angel of God
+ Malcom, of Colbumia
+ Manfred, mighty peace
+ Manual, God with us
+ Marcus, of Mars, a hammer
+ Mark, warlike
+ Marmaduke, sea leader
+ Martin, great, martial
+ Martyn, great, martial
+ Matthew, gift of God
+ Matthias, gift of God
+ Maurice, dark coloured
+ Maynard, great firmness
+ Meredith, sea protector
+ Merlin, sea hill
+ Michael, who is like God
+ Miles, crusher
+ Moore, great
+ Morgan, seaman
+ Morris, sea warrior
+ Moses, drawn from water
+ Napoleon, forest king
+ Narcissus, daffodil
+ Nathan, a gift
+ Nathanael, gift of God
+ Nero, strength, fortitude
+ Nicodemus, conqueror
+ Nicholas, conquered
+ Nicol, conquered
+ Niel, brave, dark
+ Niell, brave
+ Nigel, black
+ Noah, rest, comfort
+ Noel, Christmas-born
+ Norman, a Northman
+ Obadiah, servant of God
+ Octavius, the eighth-born
+ Odo, rich
+ Olave, ancestor's relic
+ Oliver, olive tree
+ Orlando, fame of the land
+ Orson, dear
+ Osbert, divinely bright
+ Osborn, divine bear
+ Oscar, bounding warrior
+ Osfred, divine peace
+ Oslaf, divine legacy
+ Osmond, divine perfection
+ Osric, divine rule
+ Oswald, divine power
+ Osyth, young warrior
+ Palmerin, sign of victory
+ Pancras, all-ruler
+ Pascoe, Easter child
+ Passion, suffering
+ Patrick, noble
+ Paul, little
+ Payne, countryman
+ Percival, holy cup-bearer
+ Peregrine, stranger
+ Peter, stone
+ Phelim, good.
+ Philadelphius, brotherly
+ Phillip, lover of horses
+ Phineas, mouth of brass
+ Pius, pious
+ Pierce (or Piers), stone
+ Pilgrim, traveller
+ Polycarp, much fruit
+ Pompey, of Pompeii
+ Quentin, fifth-born
+ Ralph, help, counsel
+ Ranald, judging power
+ Randal, house wolf
+ Raphael, healing of God
+ Ravelin, council wolf
+ Raymond, wise protector
+ Raymund, quiet peace
+ Rayner, judge warrior
+ Redmond, counsel
+ Redwald, council, power
+ Reginald, judging power
+ Renfred, peace, judgement
+ Restyn, restored to
+ Reuben, behold a son
+ Reynard, firm judge
+ Reynold, judging power
+ Richard, stern king
+ Robert, bright in fame
+ Roderick, famous king
+ Rodolph, wolf of fame
+ Rodolphus, famous wolf
+ Roger, spear of fame
+ Roland, fame of the land
+ Rollo, wolf of fame
+ Rolph, wolf of fame
+ Ronan, seal
+ Ronald, judge power
+ Roswald, horse power
+ Rowland, fame of the land
+ Roy, red
+ Rufus, red-haired
+ Rupert, bright fame
+ Sampson, splendid sun
+ Samuel, asked of God
+ Saul, longed for
+ Saunders, helper of men
+ Sayer, conquering army
+ Seabert, bright victory
+ Seaforth, peace victory
+ Seaward, defender
+ Sebastian, venerable
+ Seth, appointed
+ Shawn, grace of God
+ Sholto, sower
+ Sibbald, conquering
+ Sigismund, conquering
+ Silas, living in a wood
+ Sim, obedient
+ Simeon, obedient
+ Simon, obedient
+ Solomon, peaceable
+ Stephen, crown
+ Swain, youth
+ Swithun, strong friend
+ Sylvanus, god of the wood
+ Sylvester, a rustic
+ Tancard, grateful guard
+ Tancred, grateful speech
+ Teague, poet
+ Terence, tender
+ Thaddaeus, praise
+ Theobald, people's prince
+ Theodore, divine gift
+ Theodosius, genius of God
+ Theodric, people's ruler
+ Theodoric, people's ruler
+ Theophilus, friend of God
+ Thias, gift of God
+ Thomas, a twin
+ Thorold, Thor's power
+ Thurstan, Thor's jewel
+ Tibal, people's prince
+ Tiernan, kingly
+ Timothy, God-fearing
+ Titus, safe
+ Tobias, goodness of God
+ Tom, a twin
+ Tristram, grave, sad
+ Tudor, divine gift
+ Turgar, Thor's spear
+ Tybalt, people's prince
+ Ulfric, wolf ruler
+ Ulick, mind, reward
+ Ulysses, a hater
+ Urban, of the town
+ Uriah, light of God
+ Uric, noble ruler
+ Valentine, healthy, strong
+ Victor, conqueror
+ Vincent, conquering
+ Virgil, flourishing
+ Vivian, lively
+ Vortigern, great king
+ Vyvyan, living
+ Waldemar, powerful fame
+ Walstan, slaughter stone
+ Walter, powerful warrior
+ Warner, protector
+ Warren, protecting friend
+ Water, powerful warrior
+ Wattles, powerful warrior
+ Wawyn, hawk of battle
+ Wayland, artful
+ Wenceslaus, crown, glory
+ Wilfred, resolute peace
+ Wilfrith, resolute peace
+ Willfroy, resolute peace
+ William, protector
+ Willibald, much power
+ Wilmot, resolute mood
+ Winifred, friend of peace
+ Wulstan, comely
+ Yestin, just
+ Zachariah, man of God
+ Zaccheus, pure, clean
+ Zebulon, dwelling
+ Zechariah, man of God
+ Zedekiah, justice of God
+ Zephaniah, secret of God
+ Zerah, rising of light
+ Zoroaster, gold star
+
+
+LOOK AND SEE THE MEANING OF YOUR OWN NAME
+
+
+[Page 120--Game Land]
+
+
+ Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets
+ Or Husbands And Wives
+
+
+[Illustration: Women in Hats--Numbered 1 to 52--Letters A to M.]
+
+
+ One Hundred Little Ladies
+ Showing the 24 various modes by which they came into Cole's Book
+ Arcade
+
+ One hundred _Little_ ladies,
+ All clever, learned and trained,
+ Half _WALKED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And fifty then remained.
+
+ Fifty _Thoughtful_ little ladies,
+ All lovers of book-lore,
+ Ten _RAN_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And there remained two-score.
+
+ Forty _Pretty_ ladies,
+ Racing but not flirty,
+ Ten _RACED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ An then there were but thirty.
+
+ Thirty _Famous_ ladies,
+ Swimming in the Plenty.
+ Ten _SWAM_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but twenty.
+
+ Twenty _Wealthy_ ladies,
+ Jumping in velveteen,
+ One _JUMPED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were nineteen.
+
+ Nineteen _Noble_ ladies,
+ Going out a-skating,
+ One _SKATED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but eighteen.
+
+ Eighteen _Royal_ ladies,
+ All dancing with the Queen,
+ On _Danced_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And there were seventeen.
+
+ Seventeen _Grand_ ladies,
+ Driving a bullock team,
+ One _DROVE_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were sixteen.
+
+ Sixteen _Gentle_ ladies,
+ All hopping on the green,
+ One _HOPPED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were fifteen.
+
+ Fifteen _Modest_ ladies,
+ All creeping out unseen,
+ One _CREPT_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were fourteen.
+
+ Fourteen _Handsome_ ladies,
+ All floating down a stream,
+ One _FLOATED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were thirteen.
+
+ Thirteen _Lovely_ ladies,
+ All leaping out to delve,
+ One _LEAPED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but twelve.
+
+
+[Page 121--Game Land]
+
+
+ Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets
+ Or Husbands And Wives
+
+
+[Illustration: Women in Hats--Numbered 53 to 104--Letters N to Z.]
+
+
+ Twelve fine _Blooming_ ladies,
+ Flitting out for leaven,
+ One _FLITTED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were eleven.
+
+ Eleven _Frightened_ ladies,
+ Dodging a lion when--
+ One _DODGED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but ten.
+
+ Ten most _Charming_ ladies,
+ All skipping in a line,
+ One _SKIPPED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but nine.
+
+ Nine most _Splendid_ ladies,
+ All swinging on a gate,
+ One _SWUNG_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but eight.
+
+ Eight most _Superb_ ladies,
+ Flying under heaven,
+ One _FLEW_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but seven.
+
+ Seven _English_ ladies,
+ All tripping out for sticks,
+ One _TRIPPED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but six.
+
+ Six fine _Irish_ ladies,
+ All going for a dive,
+ One _DIVED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but five.
+
+ Five fine _Scottish_ ladies,
+ All sailing to explore,
+ One _SAILED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but four.
+
+ Four fine _Yellow_ ladies,
+ All steaming on the sea,
+ One _STEAMED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but three.
+
+ Three fine _Jet-black_ ladies,
+ All riding on a moo,
+ One _RODE_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there were but two.
+
+ Two most _Comic_ ladies,
+ Sliding about for fun,
+ One _SLID_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And then there was but one.
+
+ One most _Frisky_ lady,
+ The nicest, last, and best,
+ She _BOUNCED_ in-to Cole's Book Arcade,
+ And read books with the rest.
+
+
+[Page 122--Game Land]
+
+
+ Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets
+ Or Husbands And Wives
+
+
+[Illustration: Men in Hats--Numbered 1 to 52--Letters A to M.]
+
+
+ PROCLAMATION BY AUTHORITY.
+
+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.
+
+The Alphabet is divided into four parts for the second letter of each
+person's name as follows:--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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 123--Game Land]
+
+
+ Cole's Game Of Hats And Bonnets
+ Or Husbands And Wives
+
+
+[Illustration: Men in Hats--Numbered 53 to 104--Letters N to Z.]
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Bashful persons need not mention their pilgrimage to the Book Arcade,
+when they purchase the book, unless they choose.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Given under our Royal hand and Seal at the Palace of the Book Arcade,
+this 21st day of November, 1890.--COLE, REX.
+
+
+[Page 124--Riddles And Catches]
+
+
+ Riddles And Catches
+
+Why are cowardly soldiers like butter?
+ Because they run when exposed to fire.
+
+Why is hot bread like a caterpillar?
+ Because it's the grub that makes the butter fly.
+
+Why are ripe potatoes in the ground like thieves?
+ Because they ought to be taken up.
+
+Why is an acquitted prisoner like a gun?
+ Because he is taken up, charged, and then let off.
+
+Why is a beggar like a barrister?
+ Because he pleads for his daily bread.
+
+Why are lawyers like scissors?
+ Because they never cut each other, but only what is placed between
+ them.
+
+Why is a newspaper like an army?
+ Because it has leaders, columns, and reviews.
+
+Why is a prosy story-teller like a railway tunnel?
+ Because he is a great bore.
+
+Why is a dun like a woodcock?
+ Because he bores with his bill.
+
+Why is grass like a mouse?
+ Because the cat'll (cattle) eat it.
+
+Why is the sun like a good loaf?
+ Because it's light when it rises.
+
+Why is a plum-cake like the ocean?
+ Because it contains many curra(e)nts.
+
+Why are tears like potatoes?
+ Because they spring from the eyes.
+
+Why is Queen Victoria like a hat?
+ Because they both have crowns.
+
+What is the difference between a steep hill and a large pill?
+ One is hard to get up, the other is hard to get down.
+
+What is the difference between a pastry-cook and a billsticker?
+ One puffs up paste, the other pastes up puffs.
+
+What is the difference between an auction and seasickness?
+ One is the sale of effects and the other is the effects of a sail.
+
+Why is a photographic album like a drainer on a bar counter?
+ Because it is often a receptacle for empty mugs.
+
+Why is an interesting book like a toper's nose?
+ Because it is read (red) to the end.
+
+What relation is your uncle's brother to you, if he is not your
+uncle?
+ Your father.
+
+What is the best throw of the dice?
+ To throw them away.
+
+ What tree clothes half the world?--Cotton.
+ What tree gives milk? The cow tree.
+ What tree is a city in Ireland?--Cork.
+ What plant is a letter of the alphabet?--The Tea (T).
+ What kind of bat flies without wings?--A brickbat.
+
+Why is a dog biting his own tail like a good manager?
+ Because he makes both ends meet.
+
+Why is a dog's tail like the pith of a tree?
+ Because it's the farthest from the bark.
+
+Why does a dog's tail resemble happiness?
+ Because, run after it as he will, he cannot catch it.
+
+If the Devil lost his tail, where should he go to find a new one?
+ To a gin palace, for bad spirits are retailed there.
+
+What key is hardest to turn?--A donkey.
+
+Why is a whirlpool like a donkey?
+ Because it is an eddy.
+
+
+[Illustration: Man on Donkey--Dangling Carrots from his Long Nose.]
+
+
+What is it that smells most when you go into a chemist's shop?
+ Your nose.
+
+Why does a donkey prefer thistles to corn?
+ Because he's an ass.
+
+Why is a lollypop like a horse?
+ Because the more you lick it, the faster it goes.
+
+Why is a well-trained horse like a benevolent man?
+ Because it stops at the sound of woe.
+
+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--
+ A thorn in my foot.
+
+Why is a naughty boy like a postage stamp?
+ Because he is licked and put in the corner to make him stick to his
+letters.
+
+What is the difference between twice twenty-eight and twice eight
+and twenty.
+ Twenty; because twice twenty eight is fifty-six, and twice eight
+and twenty is thirty-six.
+
+What grows less tired the more it works?
+ A carriage wheel.
+
+What is that which increases the more you take from it?
+ A hole.
+
+Why is a tight boot like an oak-tree?
+ Because it produces a-corn.
+
+Who killed one-fourth of the people in the world?
+ Cain, when he killed Abel, there being then only four people in it.
+
+Why is a retired milkman like the whale that swallowed Jonah?
+ Because he took the profit out of the water.
+
+Where was Moses when the candle went out?
+ In the dark.
+
+Why is your ear like a band of music?
+ Because it has a drum in it.
+
+Why are book-keepers like chickens?
+ Because they have to scratch for a living.
+
+Why is coffee like an axe with a dull edge?
+ Because it must be ground before it is used.
+
+Why is a red herring like a mackintosh?
+ Because it keeps one dry all day.
+
+Where are balls and routs supplied gratis?
+ On the field of battle.
+
+Why is an omnibus like a medical student?
+ Because it is crammed and allowed to pass.
+
+When has a person got as many heads as there are days in the year?
+ On the 31st of December.
+
+What word is shorter for having a syllable added to it?
+ Short.
+
+If I shoot at three birds on a tree, and kill one, how many will
+remain?
+ None; they will all fly away.
+
+What should you keep after you have given it to another?
+ Your word.
+
+Which would travel fastest--a man with one sack of flour on his back,
+or a man with two sacks?
+ The man with two sacks, as they would be lighter than one sack of
+flour.
+
+Did you ever see a bun dance on a table?
+ I often see abundance on the table.
+
+What does your ship weigh before she sets sail?
+ She weighs anchor.
+
+What is an old woman like who is in the midst of a river?
+ Like to be drowned.
+
+What is the difference between a school-master and an engine driver?
+ One trains the mind, and the other minds the train.
+
+Who was the first man who went round the world?
+ The man in the moon.
+
+
+ Important Notice
+
+ Wanted known to all of the name of Crooks, that Cole's Book Arcade
+contains 80,000 sorts of books.
+ Wanted known to all not of the name of Crooks, that Cole's Book
+Arcade contains 80,000 sorts of books.
+ Wanted known to all of the name of Blair that they can get almost
+any book they want there.
+ Wanted known to all not of the name of Blair that they can get
+almost any book they want there.
+ Wanted known to all of the name of Fitzgerald, Cole's was the first
+Book Arcade opened in the World.
+ Wanted known to all not of the name of Fitzgerald, Cole's is still
+the only Book Arcade in the World.
+ Wanted all intelligent persons of the name of Hall, to give Cole's
+Unique Book Arcade an early call.
+ Wanted all intelligent persons not of the name of Hall, to give
+Cole's Unique Book Arcade a very early call.
+
+
+[Page 125--Riddles And Catches]
+
+
+ Riddles About Babies And Ladies
+
+Why is a new-born baby like a gale of wind?
+ Because it begins with a squall.
+
+When is a baby not a baby?
+ When it is a little duck.
+
+Why is an infant like a diamond?
+ Because it is a dear little thing.
+
+When is a soldier like a baby?
+ When he is in arms.
+
+When is butter like Irish children?
+ When it is made into little Pats.
+
+Why is a church-clock like a little boy often receiving a beating?
+ Because it's hands move over it's face.
+
+Why is a boy like a potato?
+ Because they both wear jackets.
+
+Why is the earth like a school black-board?
+ Because the children of men multiply upon the face of it.
+
+Why does a ladies' school, out for a walk, resemble the notes of a
+flute?
+ Because it goes two, two, two, two (toot-oot-oot-oot).
+
+What tree is a lady's name?--Olive.
+
+When do young ladies eat a musical instrument?
+ When they have a Piano-for-tea.
+
+Why is a four-quart jug like a lady's side-saddle?
+ Because it holds a gall-on.
+
+Why is a vain young lady like a confirmed drunkard?
+ Because neither of them is satisfied with a moderate use of the
+glass.
+
+Why is a flirt like a hollow India-rubber ball?
+ Because she is very empty and has a deal of bounce.
+
+What is the difference between a soldier and a fashionable young
+lady?
+ One faces the powder and the other powders the face.
+
+Why does an engine resemble a young lady?
+ Because it has a train behind, and puffs in the air (hair).
+
+If a bear were to go into a linen-draper's shop, what would he want?
+ He would want muzzlin'.
+
+What is the difference between a bantam cock, and a dirty housemaid?
+ One is a domestic foul and the other a foul domestic.
+
+What were the first words Adam said to Eve?
+ Nobody knows.
+
+How is it proved that woman was created before man?
+ Because Eve was the first maid (made).
+
+What Christian name is spelt the same way backwards and forwards?
+ Hannah.
+
+What is the difference between a person late for the train and a
+school-mistress?
+ One misses the train and the other trains the misses.
+
+What Miss is always making blunders?
+ Mistake.
+
+What Miss plays more tricks than a schoolboy?
+ Mischief.
+
+What miss occasions a great many quarrels?
+ Mismanagement.
+
+What is that which ladies look for, and never wish to find?
+ A hole in their stocking.
+
+What is that which a man nearly always wears in his sleep, frequently
+takes off and never puts on again?
+ His beard.
+
+
+[Illustration: Man with Huge Beard infested with Birds.]
+
+ This nice looking man with a beard,
+ Remarked, "It's just as I feared;
+ Four larks and a hen, two owls and a wren,
+ Have all built their nests in my beard."
+
+What is that which has neither flesh nor bone, and yet has four
+fingers and a thumb?
+ A glove.
+
+Why are ladies' dresses about the waist like a meeting?
+ Because there is a gathering there, and sometimes a good deal of
+bustle.
+
+How does a well-fitting bonnet lose its identity?
+ Because it "becomes" the lady who wears it.
+
+What is the sweetest thing in bonnets this season?
+ The ladies' faces.
+
+Why is a kiss like a rumour?
+ Because it goes from mouth to mouth.
+
+What is the difference between an accepted and rejected lover?
+ The one kisses his misses, and the other misses his kisses.
+
+Why are pretty girls like fire-works?
+ Because they soon go off.
+
+Why are good resolutions like fainting ladies?
+ Because they want carrying out.
+
+Why are lovers like apples?
+ Because they are often paired (pared).
+
+Why is first love like a potato?
+ Because it shoots from the eyes and becomes all the less by pairing
+ (paring).
+
+Which age do most girls wish to attain?
+ Marri-age.
+
+What kind of men do women like best?
+ Husband-men.
+
+What ties two people together, yet touches one?
+ A wedding ring.
+
+Why should a man never marry a woman named Ellen?
+ Because by doing so he rings his own Nell (knell).
+
+Why is the bridegroom more expensive than the bride?
+ Because the bride is given away, while the bridegroom is usually
+sold.
+
+Why are ladies like bells?
+ Because you seldom know what metal they are made of till you ring
+them.
+
+What money lasts longest when you get it?
+ Matrimony.
+
+Why is matrimony like a besieged city?
+ Because those who are in it wish to be out, and those who are out
+wish to be in.
+
+Why are some women like facts?
+ Because they are stubborn things.
+
+Why are rough seats like domineering wives?
+ Because they wear the breeches.
+
+Why are husband and wife ten, instead of one?
+ Because the wife is number one and the husband goes for nought.
+
+Why was the Archbishop of Canterbury like the late Prince Consort?
+ Because he married the Queen.
+
+Why is a nugget of gold found at Bendigo like the Prince of Wales?
+ Because it is the produce of Victoria and like to become a
+sovereign.
+
+Why are ladies great thieves?
+ Because they steel their petticoats, bone their stays, and crib
+their babies.
+
+In what month do ladies talk the least?
+ In February; because it's the shortest.
+
+What is the difference between ladies and clocks?
+ One makes us remember time, and the other makes us forget it.
+
+Why is an empty room like another full of married people?
+ Because there is not a single person in it.
+
+
+ Popular Errors
+
+ 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.
+ 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.
+ The fact that Cole's Book Arcade contains 80,000 sorts of books is
+not the cause of the sea being salt--of coca-nuts containing milk--
+of the growth of big gooseberries, nor of the multitude of great big
+fibs told annually about a sea-serpent.
+ 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.
+ N.B.--The likeness of Cole's Cat can be seen on page 153.
+
+
+[Page 126--Riddles And Catches]
+
+
+ Riddles And Catches
+
+Which is the greatest peer that England ever produced?
+ Shakespeare.
+
+What is the grandest verse in existence?
+ The universe.
+
+What is the greatest stand ever made for civilisation?
+ The inkstand.
+
+What is that which, although black itself, enlightens the world?
+ Ink.
+
+What is that which is full of knowledge, and yet knows nothing?
+ A book-case.
+
+What is that which you and every living man have seen, but can never
+see again?
+ Yesterday.
+
+What is that which no man ever did see, which never was, but always
+is to be?
+ To-morrow.
+
+What thing is that that is lower with a head than without one?
+ A pillow.
+
+What volume is sure to bring tears to your eyes?
+ A volume of smoke.
+
+What is that which has form without substance, and size without
+weight?
+ A shadow.
+
+Name me and you break me.
+ Silence.
+
+What is that which renders life inert, and yet restores it?
+ Sleep.
+
+ Formed long ago, yet made today,
+ Employed while others sleep,
+ What few would like to give away,
+ Nor any wish to keep.
+ A bed.
+
+What is that which flies high, flies low, wears shoes, and has no
+feet?
+ Dust.
+
+What is that of which the common sort is best?
+ Sense.
+
+What is that which we often return yet never borrow?
+ Thanks.
+
+Name that bird which, if you do not, you must die?
+ Swallow.
+
+What is that which you cannot hold for ten minutes although it is "as
+light as a feather?"
+ Your breath.
+
+What is that which never was seen, felt, nor heard, never was and
+never will be, and yet has a name?
+ Nothing.
+
+What is that which Adam never saw, never possessed, and yet gave two
+to each of his children?
+ Parents.
+
+What is that we wish for, and when we have obtained we never know we
+have it?
+ Sleep.
+
+When is it that a person ought not to keep his temper?
+ When it is a bad one.
+
+What is yours, and is used by others more than yourself?
+ Your name.
+
+Can a man's pocket be empty when he's got something in it?
+ Yes: when he's got a big hole in it.
+
+What is better than presence of mind in a railway accident?
+ Absence of body.
+
+Melbourne, Hotham, Collingwood, Prahran, Richmond, Emerald Hill,
+ and Cole's Book Arcade, all begins with an A.
+
+Why is a penny like a black cat at Cole's Book Arcade?
+ Because it has a head and a tail.
+
+
+[Illustration: Book Arcade and Crocodile failing to Jump Over Moon.]
+
+Why is Cole's Book Arcade like a Crocodile?
+ Because it can't jump over the moon.
+
+Why is Cole's Book Arcade like a learned man?
+ Because it is well stocked with literature.
+
+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?
+ Bourke Street.
+
+How many sides are there to Cole's Book Arcade?
+ Four. 1st, the right side; 2nd, the left side; 3rd, the outside;
+and 4th, the inside, where the 80,000 sorts of books are.
+
+What are the oldest tops in the world?
+ Mountain tops.
+
+Which is the oldest table in the world?
+ The multiplication table.
+
+What kind of ship has two mates and no captain?
+ A courtship.
+
+What is that which is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
+ A ditch.
+
+What is that which one can divide, but cannot see where it has been
+divided?
+ Water.
+
+What is that which gives a cold, cures a cold, and pays the doctor?
+ A draft.
+
+What is the worst kind of fare for a man to live on?
+ Warfare.
+
+What vice is it that the greatest criminals shun?
+ Ad-vice.
+
+What is that which is often found where it is not?
+ Fault.
+
+What is that which we often catch hold of, and yet never see?
+ A passing remark.
+
+What is that which is often brought to the table, often cut, but
+never eaten?
+ A pack of cards.
+
+What is that which is full of holes and yet holds water?
+ A sponge.
+
+What window in your house is like the sun?
+ The skylight.
+
+What word is it of five letters, of which two being removed one only
+one will remain?
+ St-one.
+
+What is that from which if the whole be taken some will remain?
+ The word "wholesome".
+
+What word contains all the vowels in their proper order?
+ Facetious.
+
+How would you express in one word having met a doctor of medicine?
+ Metaphysician.
+
+Why is a nobleman like a book?
+ Because he has a title.
+
+Why is the alphabet like the mail?
+ Because it consists of letters.
+
+Why is a book like a tree?
+ Because it has many leaves.
+
+
+ Mechanical Advertisement
+
+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.--Laggard
+inventors, think of this!
+ N.B.--Cole once invented a flying machine, but it wouldn't work!
+
+
+[Page 127--Riddles And Catches]
+
+
+ Riddles And Catches
+
+If a man has twenty sick (six) sheep and one of them dies, how many
+will remain?
+ Nineteen.
+
+Can a leopard change his spots?
+ Yes: when he is tired of one spot he can go to another.
+
+Why does a piebald pony never pay a toll?
+ Because his master pays it for him.
+
+Where are you sure to find pity in the worst of misfortunes?
+ In the dictionary.
+
+Where did the witch of Endor live?
+ At Endor.
+
+What is most like a cat's tail?
+ A kitten's tail.
+
+What is that which no other animal but a cat possesses?
+ Kittens.
+
+What is the colour of a green-plot covered with snow?
+ Green.
+
+When is a man not a man?
+ When he is a muff.
+
+If a stone were thrown at you and fell into the water, what would it
+become?
+ Wet.
+
+What is the oldest tree in Australia?
+ The Elder.
+
+What trees bear the most fruit for the Market?
+ The axle-trees.
+
+Why is a clock not wound up, like a mile-stone?
+ Because it stands still.
+
+What is the easiest thing for a nigger to do?
+ Keep dark.
+
+How can you make a currant cake without currants?
+ Put only one currant into it.
+
+Which letters are never out of fashion?
+ F A S H I O N.
+
+Why is your nose like St. Paul's?
+ Because it is flesh and blood.
+
+Why do white sheep furnish more wool than the black ones?
+ Because there are more of them.
+
+What makes a pair of boots?
+ Two.
+
+What did Adam first plant in his garden?
+ His foot.
+
+How can a boy make his jacket last?
+ By making his coat and waistcoat first.
+
+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?
+ He was a flea.
+
+What is the difference between six dozen dozen and half a dozen
+dozen?
+ One is six gross and the other is six dozen.
+
+What is that which a man can put into his right hand but never into
+his left?
+ His left elbow.
+
+What is that which a man with two eyes cannot see with one?
+ T'other eye.
+
+ Spell and pronounce the word Pot, without saying Teapot?
+
+Cautiously start a conversation about coins, and the ask, "Did
+you ever see any of those coins two of which make eighteen pence?"
+ Of course they will say "no"; then show them a shilling and a
+sixpence, and you "have" them.
+
+Would you rather an elephant killed you or a gorilla?
+ Rather the elephant killed the gorilla.
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, When Shall We Three Meet Again.]
+
+ When Shall We Three Meet Again?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+ Answer--That is what the other donkey did.
+
+
+ REPEAT THIS WITH A FRIEND
+ 1. I went up one pair of stairs; 2. Just like me.
+ 1. I went up two pair of stairs; 2. Just like me.
+ 1. I went into a room; 2. Just like me.
+ 1. I looked out of a window; 2. Just like me.
+ 1. And there I saw a donkey; 2. Just like me.
+
+"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?
+
+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?
+ Eight cats.
+
+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?
+ Answer.--"Kat," No. "Catt," No. "Katt," No. Give it up? Yes. "Cat."
+
+Why is a cow's tail like a swan's bosom?
+ Because it grows down.
+
+When is a horse's head where it's tail should be?
+ When his tail is towards the manger.
+
+What should a clergyman preach about?
+ About half-an-hour.
+
+
+ Although I've neither legs not feet,
+ I'm only useful when I go;
+ I have no tongue, but yet I tell
+ What hundreds want to know.
+
+ A watch.
+
+
+ My sides are firmly laced about,
+ Yet nothing have within;
+ You'll find my head is straight indeed,
+ 'Tis nothing else but skin.
+
+ A drum.
+
+
+ REPEAT THIS WITH A FRIEND
+ 1. I am a gold lock; 2. I am a gold key.
+ 1. I am a silver lock; 2. I am a silver key.
+ 1. I am a brass lock; 2. I am a brass key.
+ 1. I am a lead lock; 2. I am a lead key.
+ 1. I am a monk lock; 2. I am a monk key.
+
+
+ MIND YOUR PUNCTUATION
+
+King Charles 1. spoke half-an-hour after his head was cut off.
+
+ Every lady in this land
+ Has twenty nails upon each hand
+ Five and twenty hands and feet
+ All this is true without deceit.
+
+
+ I saw a peacock with fiery tail
+ I saw a blazing comet drop down hail
+ I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round
+ I saw an oak creep upon the ground
+ I saw a monkey swallow up a whale
+ I saw the sea brimful of ale
+ I saw an ale glass full fifteen feet deep
+ I saw a well full of men's tears that weep
+ I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire
+ I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher
+ I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night
+ I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.
+
+
+ The Husband's Petition
+
+ Come hither my heart's darling, come sit upon my knee
+ And listen while I whisper a boon I ask of thee.
+ I felt a bitter craving--a dark and deep desire
+ That glows beneath my bosom like coals of kindled fire.
+ Nay, dearest, do not doubt me, though madly this I speak--
+ I feel thine arms about me, thy tresses on my cheek;
+ I know the sweet devotion that links thy heart with mine--
+ I know my soul's emotion is doubly felt by thine.
+
+ And deem not that a shadow has fallen across my love;
+ No, sweet, my love is shadowless as yonder heaven above.
+ Oh, then, do not deny me my first and fond request,
+ I pray thee, by the memory of all we cherish best--
+ By that great vow that made thee my darling and my bride;
+ Thou wilt not fail nor falter, but bend thee to the task.
+ _Put buttons on my shirt love--that's all the boon I ask!_
+
+
+ Literary Advertisement
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 128--Ten Picture Puzzles]
+
+
+ Ten Picture Puzzles
+
+ He or She is Clever Who Discovers Nine of them,
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Jew's Brother?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Rabbit?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Showman's Wife?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Persian?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is Brother Jonathan's Wife?]
+
+
+[Page 129--Ten Picture Puzzles]
+
+
+ Ten Picture Puzzles
+
+and Exceedingly Clever Who Finds Out the Whole Ten.
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Here is the Hunter, Where is the Game?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find out the Dog's Master.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find out the Milkmaid.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the King?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find out the Patient.]
+
+
+[Page 130--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where are the Rats?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Dog?]
+
+
+[Page 131--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Owl?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Lamb?]
+
+
+[Page 132--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Poor Greek?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Cat?]
+
+
+[Page 133--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Bear?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Wolf?]
+
+
+[Page 134--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find her Landlord.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find their Father.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Other Five Children.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Baker.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Schoolmaster and Schoolmistress.]
+
+
+[Page 135--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Cowboys.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Scout.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find The Publican.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Undertaker.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Hatter.]
+
+
+[Page 136--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Tailor.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Hosier.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Shoemaker.]
+
+
+ B one day drove a flock of geese,
+ And met with Farmer A:
+ Says Farmer A, "How much a piece
+ For this flock did you pay?"
+ Says B, "I paid for all I drive
+ Just six pounds and a crown;
+ And I'm going to sell them, all but five,
+ At yonder market town;
+ When fifteen pence a head I'll charge
+ Above what they cost me,
+ And thus obtain a sum as large
+ As I gave for all you see."
+
+How many geese did B buy? How much did he give for each? and What
+price did he ask?
+ He bought 25 geese at 5s each, and meant to ask 6s 3d each.
+
+
+ Oft sought in the country, much prized in the town?
+ Like a king, above all, I can boast of a crown;
+ If not found in the palace, I grace the chateau;
+ Both the peer and the peasant my usefulness know.
+ When I've not seen six months I am said to be old;
+ Though exalted by nobles, I'm bought and I'm sold.
+ Though ne'er in a sermon, I take part in all chat;
+ Yet I'm ne'er found in this, but I'm always in that.
+ I'm seen in most colours, am brown, black, or white,
+ But am rarely found red and, when good, I am light;
+ In demand with both sexes, selected with care,
+ I'm prized by most men and add grace to the fair.
+ Of no use to my owner when kept in his sight,
+ I attend him by day, and oft serve him by night;
+ As his slave I am passive; yet, strange it may sound,
+ To keep me in order, I'm frequently bound.
+ My fetters are silken; I'm useless at home,
+ Though a constant companion whenever you roam;
+ And, though no enchantment within me doth dwell,
+ Pray tell me my name--for in that lies a spell!
+
+ A Hat.
+
+
+ 'Twas born in anguish, 'twas cradled by care,
+ And has lived ever since in the depths of despair.
+ It dwells in the valley, it glides on the wave,
+ It is laid with our ashes when cold in the grave.
+ In darkness it brightens, in sunshine it dies,
+ As far from the smile of enjoyment it flies.
+ In the rainbow it sits, in the stars it has birth,
+ And with angels descending it visits the earth.
+ With Adam it dwelt, and so to Paradise came,
+ But eve knew it not, though it shared in her shame.
+ It mingles in battle, yet still it loves peace.
+ It joins in the banquet, the dance, and the chase
+ From the dream of our childhood it ne'er can depart
+ And it lies, like a gem, in the core of the heart.
+ The traveller bears it o'er desert along;
+ The nightingale loves it, though strange to her song.
+ On the point of an arrow it cleaves through the air
+ Yet the pinions of birds cannot follow it there.
+ The bosom disowns it, yet bright through our tears,
+ When shed in affection, it ever appears.
+ The cataract fearfully hurries it on,
+ But, search it through billows and tempest--'tis gone.
+ From the joys of our mortal existence 'tis driven;
+ Yet finds an unchanging asylum in heaven.
+ With the harp of the minstrel it ever shall dwell
+ And it comes to my lips as I utter "Farewell".
+
+ The Letter A.
+
+
+ Though grief gives me birth, I'm a stranger to care.
+ I scorn the dull earth, and float in the air.
+ No lover claims me, though I revel in bliss.
+ I taste of each lip, and melt in each kiss.
+ I'm an egotist's pride, though in silence I reign;
+ And, through free from sorrow, I'm always in pain.
+ Though in laughter ne'er seen, in mirth I delight;
+ In blindness I grope, though perfect in sight.
+ In foolishness, Wisdom, and wit I've a place;
+ Though dwelling in virtue I live in disgrace.
+ Though frost knows me not, with winter I blend;
+ And always to ice I'm a capital friend.
+ I'm never in heat, though I live in the fire.
+ Though never in want, I'm in every desire.
+ I am I--, but the end of my paper I spy;
+ So I'll wind up my stave and wish you good-by.
+
+ The Letter I.
+
+
+[Page 137--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Settler.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find Captain Webb.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Giant?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Cat.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Giant's Father?]
+
+
+[Page 138--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Bird?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Hippopotamus?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Donkey?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is John Bright?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Highlandman Fishing?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where is the Cup?]
+
+
+[Page 139--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+ Australian Picture Puzzle
+
+ [Cole]'s [Book] [Arcade], [Coals] [Book] [Arcade]. It is [Inn]
+[Melbourne] town,
+ of [Awl] the [Book] [Arcades] [Inn] this [Land] it has the
+m[Hostel(?)] renown,
+ It was the [Fir]st, first [Book] [Arcade] t[Hat] [Inn] the [World]
+was found;
+ It's [Still] the f[Eye][Nest] [Book] [Arcade] [Inn] [Awl] the
+[World] around.
+ A lovely [Rainbow] s[Eye]gn ap[Ear]s above the [Book] [Arcade],
+ And 'tis the very g[Ran]dest s[Eye]gn wa[Sever] yet dis[Play]ed.
+ A [Mill]ion, yes! a [Mill]ion [Books] are [House]d with[Inn] its
+w[Awl]s
+ Which [Can] [Bee] [Sea]n, looked at or [Bough]t by anyone t[Hat]
+c[Awls]
+ The [Book] [U] wish, the [Book] [U] w[Ant] is [Awl]most sure to
+[Bee]
+ Found [Sum]where [Inn] the [Book] [Arcade] if [U] will c[Awl] &
+[C].
+
+
+[Page 140--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Princess.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Umpire.]
+
+
+[Page 141--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Miller.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find his Lady-love.]
+
+
+[Page 142--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where's The Pig?]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Where's The Fox?]
+
+
+[Page 143--Picture Puzzle Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find the Drummer.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Puzzle, Find Out the Horse, Camel, Elephant, Giraffe,
+Kangaroo and Monkey.]
+
+
+[Page 144--Shadows On The Wall]
+
+
+[Illustration: Shadow Puppets.]
+
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 145--The Deaf And Dumb Alphabet]
+
+
+[Illustration: Deaf and Dumb Alphabet, Two Handed.]
+
+
+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:--It is the most easily
+learnt language in the world.
+
+[Illustration: Deaf and Dumb Alphabet, One Handed.]
+
+
+[Page 146--Language Of Flowers]
+
+
+ Language Of Flowers
+
+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.
+
+In some countries this "LANGUAGE OF LOVE" is extremely common in the
+words of the poet:
+
+
+ "In Eastern lands, amid fragrant bowers,
+ They tell the tale of Affection in Flowers."
+
+ Abatina, Fickleness
+ Abecedary, Volubility
+ Acacia, Friendship
+ Acacia, Rose, Elegance
+ Acacia, Yellow, Secret Love
+ Acanthus, The Fine Arts
+ Acalia, Temperance
+ Achillea Millefolia, War
+ Achimenes, Such worth is rare
+ Aconite, Misanthropy
+ Adonis, Flos, Sad memories
+ Agnus Castos, Coldness
+ Agrimony, Thankfulness
+ Almond (common), Indiscreet
+ Almond (flowering), Hope
+ Almond, Laurel, Perfidy
+ Allspice, Compassion
+ Aloe, Affliction
+ Amaranth (Globe), Immortal
+ Amaranth (Cockscomb), Foppery
+ Amaryllis, Splendid Beauty
+ Ambrosia, Love returned
+ American Elm, Patriotism
+ American Linden, Matrimony
+ Amethyst, Admiration
+ Andromeda, Self-sacrifice
+ Anemone (Garden) Forsaken
+ Angelica, Inspiration
+ Angrec, Royalty
+ Apricot Blossom, Doubt
+ Apple, Temptation
+ Apple Blossom, Preference
+ Apple, Thorn, Deceitful Character
+ Arbor Vitae, Live for me
+ Arum (Wake Robin), Zeal
+ Ash, Mountain, Prudence
+ Ash Tree, Grandeur
+ Aspen Tree, Lamentation
+ Asphodel, My Regrets Follow
+ Auricula, Painting
+ Auricula (Scarlet) Avarice
+ Austurtium, Splendour
+ Azalea, Temperance
+ Bachelor's Buttons, Celibacy
+ Balm, Sympathy
+ Balm (Gentle), Pleasantry
+ Balm of Gilead, Cure
+ Balsam, Yellow, Impatience
+ Barberry, Sharpness of temper
+ Basil, Hatred
+ Bay Berry, Instruction
+ Bay Leaf, I change but in death
+ Bay Tree, Glory
+ Bay Wreath, Reward of merit
+ Bearded Crepis, Protection
+ Beech Tree, Prosperity
+ Bee Orchis, Industry
+ Bee Ophrys, Error
+ Begonia, Deformity
+ Belladonna, Silence. Hush!
+ Bell Flower (White) Gratitude
+ Betony, Surprise
+ Bilberry, Treachery
+ Bindweed, Great Insinuation
+ Bindweed, Small, Humility
+ Birch, Meekness
+ Bittersweet, Truth
+ Blackthorn, Difficulty
+ Bladder Nut Tree, Amusement
+ Bluebell, Sorrowful Regret
+ Bonus Henricus, Goodness
+ Borage, Bluntness
+ Box Tree, Stoicism
+ Bramble, Lowliness
+ Broom, Neatness
+ Buckbean, Calm repose
+ Buglos, Falsehood
+ Bulrush, Indiscretion
+ Bundle of Reeds, Music
+ Burdock, Touch me not
+ Bur, You weary me
+ Buttercup, Childishness
+ Butterfly Orchis, Gaiety
+ Butterfly Weed, Let me go
+ Cabbage, Profit. Gain
+ Cacalia, Adulation
+ Cactus, Warmth
+ Calycanthus, Benevolence
+ Camellia, Red, Excellence
+ Camellia, White, Loveliness
+ Camomile, Energy in adversity
+ Carnation, Striped, Refusal
+ Carnation, Deep Red, Poor me
+ Cardamine, Paternal error
+ Candytuft, Indifference
+ Canary Grass, Perseverance
+ Campanula, Aspiring
+ Carnation, Yellow, Disdain
+ Cardinal Flower, Distinction
+ Catchfly, Selene, False love
+ Catchfly, Red, Youthful love
+ Catchfly, White, Betrayed
+ Cattleya, Mature charms
+ Cedar, Strength
+ Cedar of Lebanon, Incorruptible
+ Cedar Leaf, I live for thee
+ Celandine, Joys to come
+ Centaury, Bluebottle, Felicity
+ Champignon, Suspicion
+ Cherry Tree, Good education
+ Chestnut Tree, Do me justice
+ Chinese Primrose, Lasting love
+ Chickweed, Rendezvous
+ Chicory, Frugality
+ China Aster, Afterthought
+ China Aster, Double, I agree
+ China Aster, Single, I will think if it
+ Chrysanthemum, Red, I love
+ Chrysanthemum, White, Truth
+ Chrysanthemum, Yellow, Slighted Love
+ Cineraria, Always delightful
+ Cinquefoil, Maternal Affection
+ Circaea, Spell
+ Cictus, Popular favour
+ Citron, Ill-natured beauty
+ Clematis, Mental beauty
+ Clematis, Evergreen, Poverty
+ Clianthus, Worldliness
+ Clotbur, Rudeness
+ Clover, Four-leaved, Be mine
+ Clover, Red, Industry
+ Clover, White, Think of me
+ Cloves, Dignity
+ Cobaea, Gossip
+ Columbine, Folly
+ Columbine, Red, Fearful
+ Convolvulus, Bonds
+ Convolvulus, Blue, Repose
+ Convolvulus, Pink, Hopeless
+ Coreopsis, Always Cheerful
+ Coriander, Hidden worth
+ Corn, Riches
+ Corn Bottle, Delicacy
+ Corn Cockle, Gentility
+ Cornel Tree, Duration
+ Coronella, Success to you
+ Cosmelia, Charm of a blush
+ Cowslip, Winning grace
+ Crab (Blossom), Ill-nature
+ Cranberry, Cure headache
+ Cress, Stability
+ Crocus, Cheerfulness
+ Crocus, Saffron, Mirth
+ Crown Imperial, Power
+ Crowsbill, Envy
+ Crowfoot, Ingratitude
+ Cuckoo Plant, Ardour
+ Cudweed, Remembrance
+ Cuscuta, Meanness
+ Cyclamen, Diffidence
+ Cypress, Death
+ Daffodil, Yellow, Regard
+ Dahlia, Instability
+ Daisy, Innocence
+ Daisy, Michaelmas, Farewell
+ Daisy, Variegated, Beauty
+ Daisy, Wild, Will think of it
+ Dandelion, Love's oracle
+ Daphne, Glory
+ Dew Plant, A serenade
+ Dianthus, Make haste
+ Dipteracanthus, Fortitude
+ Diplademia, You are too bold
+ Dittany, Pink, Birth
+ Dittany, White, Passion
+ Dock, Patience
+ Dodder of Thyme, Baseness
+ Dogsbane, Falsehood
+ Dogwood, Durability
+ Dragon Plant, Snare
+ Dragonwort, Horror
+ Dried Flax, Usefulness
+ Ebony, Blackness
+ Echites, Be Warned in Time
+ Elder, Zeal
+ Elm, Dignity
+ Endive, Frugality
+ Escholzia, Do Not Refuse Me
+ Eupatorium, Delay
+ Evergreen Thorn, Solace
+ Fern, Flowering, Magic
+ Fern, Sincerity
+ Fever Root, Delay
+ Fig, Argument
+ Fig Marigold, Idleness
+ Fig Tree, Prolific
+ Filbert, Reconciliation
+ Fir, Time
+ Fir, Birch, Elevation
+ Flax, I Feel Your Kindness
+ Fleur-de-lis, I burn
+ Fleur-de-Luce, Fire
+ Fly Orchis, Error
+ Flytrap, Deceit
+ Fools Parsley, Silliness
+ Forget-me-not, Forget-me-not
+ Foxglove, Insincerity
+ Foxtail, Grass, Sporting
+ Frog Ophrys, Disgust
+ Fumitory, Spleen
+ Fuchsia, Scarlet, Taste
+ Furze, Love for all Seasons
+ Garden Chervil, Sincerity
+ Gardenia, Refinement
+ Geranium, Dark, Melancholy
+ Geranium, Horse-show Leaf, Stupidity
+ Geranium, Ivy, Bridal Favour
+ Geranium, Lemon, Unexpected Meeting
+ Geranium, Nutmeg, Expected Meeting
+ Geranium, Oak-leaved, True Friendship
+ Geranium, Variegated, Ingenuity
+ Geranium, Rose-scented, Preference
+ Geranium, Scarlet, Comforting, Kindness
+ Geranium, Silver-leaved, Recall
+ Geranium, Wild, Steadfast Piety
+ Gladioli, Ready Armed
+ Glory Flower, Glorious Beauty
+ Goat's Rue, Reason
+ Golden Rod, Encouragement
+ Goosefoot, Goodness
+ Gooseberry, Anticipation
+ Gourd, Extent, Bulk
+ Grape, Wild, Rural Felicity
+ Grass, Utility
+ Hand Flower Tree, Warning
+ Harebell, Submission
+ Hawkweed, Quicksightedness
+ Hawthorn, Hope
+ Hazel, Reconciliation
+ Heart's-ease, Thought
+ Heath, Solitude
+ Helenium, Tears
+ Heliotrope, I Turn to Thee
+ Hellebore, Scandal
+ Hemlock, You will be my death
+ Hemp, Fate
+ Henbane, Imperfection
+ Hepatica, Confidence
+ Hibiscus, Delicate Beauty
+ Holly, Foresight
+ Holy Herb, Enchantment
+ Hollyhock, Fecundity
+ Honesty, Honesty
+ Honey Flower, Love, Sweet
+ Honeysuckle, Affection
+ Hop, Injustice
+ Horehound, Fire
+ Hornbeam, Ornament
+ Horse, Chestnut, Luxury
+ Hortensia, You are Cold
+ Houseleek, Vivacity
+ Houstonia, Content
+ Humble Plant, Despondency
+ Hyacinth, Sport, Game, Play
+ Hyacinth, Purple, Adversity
+ Hyacinth, Blue, Constancy
+ Hydrangea, A Boaster
+ Hyssop, Cleanliness
+ Iceland Moss, Health
+ Ice Plant, You Freeze Me
+ Imbricata, Uprightness
+ Imperial Montague, Power
+ Indian Cress, Warlike Trophy
+ Indian Jasmine, Attachment
+ Iris, Common, Message
+ Iris, German, Flame
+ Ivy, Marriage
+ Jacob's Ladder, Come Down
+ Jasmine, White, Amiability
+ Jasmine, Cape, Too Happy
+ Jasmine, Carolina, Separation
+ Jasmine, Spanish, Sensuality
+ Jasmine, Yellow, Grace
+ Judas Tree, Betrayal
+ Juniper, Succour
+ Justicia, Perfection
+ Kennedia, Mental Beauty
+ Kingcups, Desire of Riches
+ Laburnum, Pensive Beauty
+ Lady's Slipper, Win Me
+ Lagerstroemia, Eloquence
+ Lantana, Rigour
+ Larch, Audacity
+ Larkspur, Lightness, Levity
+ Larkspur, Double, Happiness
+ Larkspur, Pink, Fickleness
+ Larkspur, Purple, Haughtiness
+ Laurel, Glory
+ Laurel, Common, Perfidy
+ Laurel, Ground, Perseverance
+ Laurel, Mountain, Ambition
+ Lavender, Distrust
+ Leaves, Dead, Sadness
+ Lemon, Zest
+ Lemon Blossom, Fidelity
+ Lettuce, Cold-heartedness
+ Lichen, Dejection
+ Lilac, Field, Humility
+ Lilac, White, Innocence
+ Lily, Day, Coquetry
+ Lily, Imperial, Majesty
+ Lily, White, Purity
+ Lily, Yellow, Falsehood
+ Linden, Conjugal Love
+ Lint, I feel my obligations
+ Liverwort, Confidence
+ Lobelia, Malevolence
+ Locust, True, Elegance
+ London, Pride, Frivolity
+ Lote Tree, Concord
+ Lotus, Eloquence
+ Lotus Flower, Estranged Love
+ Lotus Leaf, Recantation
+ Love in a Mist, Perplexity
+ Love Lies Bleeding, Desertion
+ Lucurn, Life
+ Lupine, Voraciousness
+ Madder, Calumny
+ Magnolia, Love of Nature
+ Maiden Hair, Secrecy
+ Mallow, Wildness
+ Mallow, Marsh, Beneficence
+ Marrow, Syrian, Persuasion
+ Manchineal Tree, Duplicity
+ Mandrake, Rarity
+ Maple, Reserve
+ Marianthus, Hope for Better
+ Marigold, Grief, Chagrin
+ Marigold, French, Jealousy
+ Marigold and Cyprus, Despair
+ Marjoram, Blushes
+ Marvel of Peru, Timidity
+ Meadow Lychnis, Wit
+ Meadowsweet, Uselessness
+ Mercury, Goodness
+ Mesembryanthemum, Idleness
+ Mezereon, I Desire to Please
+ Mignonette, You are Good
+ Milfoil, War
+ Milkwort, Hermitage
+ Mint, Virtue
+ Mistletoe, I Surmount
+ Mock Orange, Counterfeit
+ Monkshood, Deadly Foe Near
+ Moonwort, Forgetfulness
+ Morning Glory, Affectation
+ Moschatel, Weakness
+ Moss, Maternal Love
+ Mosses, Ennui
+ Motherwort, Concealed Love
+ Moving Plant, Agitation
+ Mulberry, White, Wisdom
+ Mushroom, I Can't Trust You
+ Musk Plant, Weakness
+ Myrobalan, Privation
+ Myrrh, Gladness
+ Myrtle, Love
+ Narcissus, Egotism
+ Nasturtium, Patriotism
+ Nemophila, Success
+ Nettle, Stinging, You Spiteful
+ Nettle Burning Slander
+ Nettle Tree, Conceit
+ Night Convolvulus, Night
+ Nightshade, Dark Thoughts
+ Oak (Live), Liberty
+ Oak Leaves (Dead) Bravery
+ Oats, Harmony
+ Oleander, Beware
+ Olive, Peace
+ Orange Blossoms, Purity
+ Orange Flowers, Chastity
+ Orange Tree, Generosity
+ Orchis, Common, a Beauty
+ Osier, Frankness
+ Osmunda, Dreams
+ Ox-eye, Patience
+ Palm, Victory
+ Pansy, I think of you
+ Parsley, Festivity, Feasting
+ Passion Flower, Superstition
+ Pea, Common, Respect
+ Pea, Everlasting, A meeting
+ Peach, Matchess Charms
+ Peach Blossom, Your Captive
+ Pear, Affection
+ Pear Tree, Comfort
+ Pennyroyal, Flee away
+ Peony, Shame, Bashfulness
+ Peppermint, Warm Feeling
+ Periwinkle, Early Friendship
+ Persicaria, Restoration
+ Peruvian Heliotrope, Devotion
+ Petunia, Keep your Promise
+ Pheasant's Eye, Remembrance
+ Phlox, Unanimity
+ Pigeon Berry, Indifference
+ Pimpernel, Change
+ Pine, Black, Pity
+ Pine-apple, You are perfect
+ Pine, Pitch, Philosophy
+ Pink, Boldness
+ Pink, Indian, Always lovely
+ Pink, Indian, S. Aversion
+ Pink, Mountain, Aspiring
+ Pink, Red, Single, Pure Love
+ Pink, Variegated, Refusal
+ Pink, White, Ingeniousness
+ Pink, Yellow, Disdain
+ Plantain, What Man's Footstep
+ Plane Tree, Genius
+ Plum, Indian, Privation
+ Plum Tree, Fidelity
+ Plum, Wild, Independence
+ Polyanthus, Pride of Riches
+ Polyanthus, Crimson, Mystery
+ Pomegranate, Foolishness
+ Pomegranate, Flower, Elegance
+ Poor Robin, Compensation
+ Poplar, Black, Courage
+ Poplar, White, Time
+ Poppy, Red, Consolation
+ Poppy, Scarlet, Fantastic Folly
+ Poppy, White, Sleep--My Bane
+ Potato, Benevolence
+ Prickly Pear, Satire
+ Pride of China, Dissension
+ Primrose, Early Youth
+ Primrose, Evening, Inconstance
+ Primrose, Red, Unpatronized
+ Privet, Prohibition
+ Purple Clover, Provident
+ Pyrus Japonica, Fairies' Fire
+ Quaking Grass, Agitation
+ Quamoclit, Busybody
+ Queen's Rocket, Fashion
+ Quince, Temptation
+ Ragged Robin, Wit
+ Ranunculus, Are Charming
+ Ranunculus, Wild, Ingratitude
+ Raspberry, Remorse
+ Ray-Grass, Vice
+ Reed, Complaisance
+ Reed, Split, Indiscretion
+ Rhododendron, Danger
+ Rhubarb, Advice
+ Rocket, Rivalry
+ Rose, Love
+ Rose, Australian, All that is Lovely
+ Rose, Bridal, Happy Love
+ Rose, Burgundy, Unconscious Beauty
+ Rose, Cabbage, Ambassador of Love
+ Rose, Campion, Deserve my Love
+ Rose, Carolina, Love is dangerous
+ Rose, China, Beauty Unfading
+ Rose, Daily, I Aspire to thy Smile
+ Rose, Damask, Beautiful Complexion
+ Rose, Deep Red, Bashful Modesty
+ Rose, Dog, Pleasure and Pain
+ Rose, Guelder, Age
+ Rose, Hundred-Leaved, Pride, Dignity
+ Rose, Japan, Beauty only
+ Rose, Maiden Blush, Show me Love
+ Rose, Multiflora, Grace
+ Rose, Moss, Superior Merit
+ Rose, Mundi, Variety, Uncertain
+ Rose, Musk, Capricious Beauty
+ Rose, Musk, Cluster, Charming
+ Rose, Thornless, Happy Union
+ Rose, Unique, Call me not beautiful
+ Rose, White, I am Worthy of You
+ Rose, White, Withered, Infidelity
+ Rose, Xmas, Relieve my anxiety
+ Rose, Yellow, Jealousy
+ Rose, York and Lancaster, War
+ Rose, White & Red together, Unity
+ Roses, Crown of, Reward of
+ Rosebud, Red, Pure & Lovely
+ Rosebud, White, Girlhood
+ Rosebud, Moss, Confession of love
+ Rosemary, You ever Revive
+ Rudbeckia, Justice
+ Rue, Scorn, Despite
+ Rush, Docility
+ Rye-grass, Changeable
+ Saffron, Shun Excess
+ Sage, Domestic Virtue
+ Sainfoin, Agitation
+ St. John's Wort, Animosity
+ Salvia, Blue, Wisdom
+ Salvia, Red, Energy
+ Saxifrage, Mossy, Affection
+ Scabious, Unfortunate Love
+ Scabious, Sweet, Widowhood
+ Scarlet Lychnis, Brilliant Eye
+ Shinus, Religious Enthusiasm
+ Sensitive Plant, Sensitiveness
+ Senvy, Indifference
+ Shamrock, Light-heartedness
+ Snakesfoot, Horror
+ Snapdragon, "No."
+ Snowball, Bound
+ Snowdrop, Hope
+ Sorrel, Wild, Wit Ill-timed
+ Sorrel, Wood, Joy
+ Sothernwood, Jest, Bantering
+ Spearmint, Warm, Sentiment
+ Speedwell, Female Fidelity
+ Speedwell, Spiked, Semblance
+ Spider, Ophrys, Adroitness
+ Spiderwort, Esteem, not Love
+ Star of Bethehem, Guidance
+ Starwort, Afterthought
+ Stock, Lasting Beauty
+ Stock, Ten-week, Promptness
+ Stonecrop, Peace
+ Straw, Broken, Quarrel
+ Straw, Whole, Union
+ Strawberry Blossom Perfect
+ Strawberry Tree, Esteem, not Love
+ Sultan, Lilac, I Forgive You
+ Sultan, White, Sweetness
+ Sultan, Yellow, Contempt
+ Sumach, Venice, Intellectual
+ Sunflower, Dwarf, Adoration
+ Sunflower, Tall, Haughtiness
+ Swallow-wort, Cure Heartache
+ Sweet Basil, Good Wishes
+ Sweetbrier, I wound, but love
+ Sweet Flag, Yellow, Fitness
+ Sweet Pea, Delicate Pleasures
+ Sweet Sultan, Felicity
+ Sweet William, Gallantry
+ Sycamore, Curiosity
+ Syringa, Memory
+ Tamarisk, Crime
+ Tansy, I war against you
+ Teasel, Misanthropy
+ Thistle, Common, Austerity
+ Thistle, Fuller's, Misanthropy
+ Thistle, Scotch, Retaliation
+ Thorns, Branch of, Severity
+ Thrift, Mutual Sensibility
+ Throatwort, Neglected Beauty
+ Thyme, Activity
+ Toothwort, Secret Love
+ Traveller's Joy, Safety
+ Tree of Life, Old Age
+ Trefoil, Revenge
+ Tremella Nestoc, Resistance
+ Trillium Pictum, Modest Beauty
+ Truffle Surprise
+ Trumpet, Flower, Fame
+ Tuberose, Dangerous Pleasure
+ Tulip, Red, Declaration of Love
+ Tulip, Tree, Fame
+ Tulip, Variegated, Beautiful Love
+ Tulip, Yellow, Hopeless Love
+ Turnip, Charity
+ Valerian, I Wish to Please
+ Valerian, Greek, Rupture
+ Venus's Car, Fly with Me
+ Venus's Looking Glass, Flattery
+ Venus's Trap, Artifice
+ Verbena, Pink, Family Union
+ Verbena, Purple, I Weep for You
+ Verbena, Scarlet, Unite Against Evil
+ Verbena, Sweet-scented, Sensibility
+ Verbena, White, Pray for Me
+ Vernal Grass, Poor but Happy
+ Veronica, Fidelity
+ Veronica, Speciosa, I Dare Not
+ Vetch, Shyness
+ Vine, Intoxication
+ Violet, Blue, Faithfulness
+ Violet, Dame, Watchfulness
+ Violet, Purple, Ever in My Mind
+ Violet, White, Modesty
+ Violet, Yellow, rural happiness
+ Virginia Creeper, I cling to you
+ Virgin's Bower Filial Love
+ Viscaria oculata, dance with me
+ Volkamenia, may you be happy
+ Walnut, Intellect
+ Wall-flower, Fidelity
+ Water Lily, Purity of Heart
+ Water Melon, Bulkiness
+ Wax Plant, Susceptibility
+ Wheat Stalks, Riches
+ Whin, Anger
+ Whortleberry, Treason
+ Willow, creeping, Love forsaken
+ Willow, Water, Freedom
+ Willow, Weeping, Mourning
+ Willow Herb, Pretension
+ Woodbine, Fraternal Love
+ Wormwood, Absence
+ Xanthium, Pertinacity
+ Yew, Sorrow
+
+
+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".
+
+
+[Page 147--Kindness To Animals]
+
+
+ Kindness To Animals
+
+ Power of Kindness to Animals
+
+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:--
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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.'
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+_"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'._
+
+"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?
+
+"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."
+
+ Kind Miss Cobbe
+
+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.
+
+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 _an actual scream of joy_ when I called her
+by name, exhibiting every token of tender affection for me ever
+afterwards."
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+ At a Bull Fight
+
+The following is a pathetic narrative entitled "El Moro."
+
+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--'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."
+
+
+[Page 148--Funny Australian Natives]
+
+
+ Funny Australian Natives
+
+
+[Illustration: Kangaroo.]
+
+
+ Kangaroo
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Native Cat.]
+
+
+ Australian Native Cat
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Emu and Chicks.]
+
+
+ Emu
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Platypus.]
+
+
+ Platypus
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 149--Funny Australian Natives]
+
+
+ Funny Australian Natives
+
+
+[Illustration: Native Bear.]
+
+
+ Native Bear
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Bower Bird.]
+
+
+ Bower Bird
+
+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.
+
+
+ Lyre Bird
+
+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."
+
+
+ Our Seven Funny Australian Natives
+
+ The Kangaroo says, whenever I jump,
+ I always come down with a great big thump.
+
+ The Emu can give a nasty kick;
+ Which is worse than getting a hit with a brick.
+
+ I'm but a funny wild, little, spotted Native Cat,
+ With claws and tail like a squirrel and a nose like a rat.
+
+ Common people call me simply Mr. PLATYPUS,
+ Learned people call me Mr. OR-NI-THO-RINK-KUS.
+
+ I'm bit a little Native Bear, and am so happy and bright,
+ I sleep and dream in a tree by day, and climb about at night.
+
+ The clever Bower Bird builds his nest up a tree,
+ And his beautiful palace down on the lea.
+
+ Here we see a pretty bird, of its voice you will never tire,
+ But tho' it mocks the sounds it hears the bird is still a Lyre.
+
+ _(By a Company of Three Particularly Poor Poets.)_
+
+
+[Illustration: Tiny Child Astride a Giant Emu Egg harnessed to two
+Lyre Birds.]
+
+
+[Page 150--Pussy Land]
+
+
+ Cat Stories
+
+
+ Puss in the Well
+
+ Ding dong dell, pussy's in the well!
+ Who put her in?--little Tommy Lin.
+ Who pulled her out?--dog with long snout.
+ What a naughty boy was that
+ To drown poor pussy cat,
+ Who never did any harm
+ But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+ The Singing Cat
+
+ A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
+ With a pair of bagpipes under her arm;
+ She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,
+ The mouse has married the bumble-bee.
+ Pipe cat--dance, mouse,
+ We'll have a wedding at our good house.
+
+
+ Puss in London
+
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
+ I've been to London to visit the Queen.
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
+ I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.
+
+
+ Pussy-Cat and Mousey
+
+ Pussy-Cat lives in the servant's hall,
+ She can set up her back and purr;
+ The little mice live in a crack in the wall,
+ But they hardly dare venture to stir;
+ For whenever they think of taking the air,
+ Or filling their little maws,
+ The Pussy-cat says, "Come out if you dare;
+ I will catch you all with my claws."
+ Scramble, scramble, scramble, went all the little Mice,
+ For they smelt the Cheshire cheese,
+ The Pussy-Cat said, "It smells very nice,
+ Now do come out, if you please."
+ "Squeak," said the little Mouse; "squeak, squeak, squeak,"
+ Said all the little ones too;
+ "We never creep out when cats are about,
+ Because we're afraid of you."
+ So the cunning old Cat lay down on a mat
+ By the fire in the servants' hall:
+ "If the little Mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep;"
+ So she rolled herself up like a ball.
+ "Squeak," said the little Mouse, "we'll creep out
+ And eat some Cheshire cheese,
+ That silly old Cat is asleep on the mat,
+ And we may sup at our ease."
+ Nibble, nibble, nibble went all the little mice,
+ And they licked their little paws;
+ Then the cunning old Cat sprang up from the mat,
+ And caught them all with her claws.
+
+
+ Puss in the Pantry
+
+ Hie, hie, says Anthony, puss in the pantry
+ Gnawing, gnawing a mutton, mutton-bone;
+ See now she tumbles it, see now she mumbles it,
+ See how she tosses the mutton, mutton-bone,
+
+
+ Dick killed Puss
+
+ Do look at the cat! why, what is she at?
+ She's catching a rat that's hid in Dick's hat.
+ Dick ran for a bat to knock him down flat,
+ But, crossing the mat the foolish young brat
+ Tripped up and fell flat, He half killed the cat
+ Instead of the rat, Hal cried out that that
+ Was just tit for tat.
+
+
+[Illustration: Monkey Feeding Puss a Bottle of Ink.]
+
+
+ Puss and the Monkey
+
+ Says Mr. Monkey, giving a wink;
+ "It would be exceedingly funny, I think,
+ To catch the cat, and give her a drink,
+ Out of a great big bottle of ink."
+
+ So, suiting the action to word,
+ He caught up Puss, but she demurred;
+ And made such a noise you never heard,
+ And said it 'twas worse than eating a bird.
+
+ The Puss she didn't like ink at all!
+ She didn't like bottles great or small;
+ Ink to her was worse than gall,
+ And so she did nothing but spit, mew, and squall.
+ And that's all!
+
+
+ Sing Sing
+
+ Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
+ The cat has ate the pudding-string!
+ Do, do, what shall I do?
+ The cat has bit it quite in two.
+
+
+ Good Puss
+
+ Poor Puss, dear, lovely pretty puss,
+ Content at home to stay;
+ Thy pleasure's shown in gambol tricks
+ And loves to skip and play.
+
+ Grateful for every sup of milk,
+ And for every bit of meat;
+ Gives lively proof of gratitude
+ By singing while you eat.
+
+ See, how she cleans her sleeky skin!
+ A soil would prove a flow;
+ She licks her neck, her sides and back,
+ And don't forget her paw.
+
+
+ Mary's Puss Drowned
+
+ Mary had a little cat,
+ With long snow-white hair.
+ Such a merry little cat,
+ Jumping everywhere.
+
+ When Mary went to take a walk,
+ Pussy ran to meet her,
+ Rubbed its head against her frock
+ And said, 'Purr, purr,' to greet her.
+
+ Once, when Mary was at school,
+ Some cruel bad boys found it,
+ And in a pond beside the road,
+ Oh, sad to tell, they drowned it!
+
+ Poor Mary's face was wet with tears,
+ When she found Pussy lying:--
+ I would not be a cruel boy,
+ To set poor Mary crying.
+
+
+ My Pussy
+
+ I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm;
+ And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm,
+ So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+ But Pussy and I very gently will play.
+ She'll sit by my side, and I'll give her some food;
+ And Pussy will love me, because I am good.
+ Oh! here is Miss Pussy, she's drinking her milk;
+ Her coat is as soft and as glossy as silk.
+ She sips the milk up with her little lap-lap;
+ Then, wiping her whiskers, lies down for a nap.
+ My kitty is gentle, she loves me right well;
+ How funny her play is I'm sure I can't tell.
+ Now under the sofa, now under the table.
+ She runs and plays bopeep as well as she's able.
+ Oh! dearly I love her! you never did see
+ Two happier playmates than kitty and me.
+
+
+[Page 151--Pussy Land]
+
+
+ Dame Trot
+
+ Dame Trot once went to a neighbouring fair.
+ And what do you think she bought herself there?
+ A pussy! the prettiest ever was seen;
+ No cat was so gentle, so clever and clean.
+
+ Each dear little paw was as black as a sloe,
+ The rest of her fur was white as the snow,
+ Her eyes were bright green, and her sweet little face
+ Was pretty and meek, full of innocent grace.
+
+ Dame Trot hurried home with this beautiful cat;
+ Went upstairs to take off her cloak and her hat;
+ And when she came down she was astonished to see
+ That Pussy was busy preparing the tea.
+
+ "Oh, what a strange cat!" thought poor little Dame Trot,
+ "She'll break my best china and upset the pot."
+ But no harm befell them: the velvety paws
+ Were quite sure; the Dame for alarm had no cause.
+
+ Next morning when little Dame Trot came downstairs,
+ To attend as usual, to household affairs,
+ She found that the kitchen was swept up as clean
+ As if Puss a regular servant had been.
+
+ The tea stood to draw, and the toast was done brown;
+ The Dame very pleased to her breakfast sat down;
+ While Puss by her side on an armchair sat up,
+ And lapped her warm milk from a nice china cup.
+
+ Now Spot, the old house-dog, looked on in amaze,
+ He'd never been used to such queer cattish ways,
+ Put Puss mewed so sweetly, and moved with such grace,
+ That Spot at last liked her, and licked her white face.
+
+ Poor little Dame Trot had no money to spare,
+ And only too often her cupboard was bare;
+ Then kind Mrs Pussy would catch a nice fish,
+ And serve it for dinner upon a clean dish.
+
+ The rats and the mice, who wished Pussy to please,
+ Were now never seen at the butter and cheese;
+ The Dame daily found that their numbers grew thinner,
+ For Puss ate a mouse every day for her dinner.
+
+ If Puss had a weakness, I need but confess
+ 'Twas a girl of the period's fancy for dress,
+ Her greatest desire a high chignon and hat,
+ And a very short dress _a la mode_ for a cat.
+
+ So one day when Dame Trot had gone out to dine,
+ Puss dressed herself up, as she thought, very fine,
+ And coaxed kind old Spot, who looked at her with pride,
+ To play pony for her, and give her a ride.
+
+ Now Spot, who to welcome his mistress desired,
+ And to "company manners" had never aspired,
+ Jumped up to fawn on her--and down came the cat,
+ And crushed, in her tumble, her feather and hat.
+
+ "Oh, puss!" said Dame Trot, "what a very sad mess!
+ You'd best have remained in your natural dress;
+ The graces which Nature so kindly bestows
+ Are more often hid than improved by fine clothes.
+
+
+ Mistress Puss and Doggy
+
+ A little dog said, and he looked very wise,
+ "I think, Mistress Pus,
+ You make a great fuss
+ With your back and your great green eyes
+ And you, Madam Duck,
+ You waddle and cluck,
+ Till it gives one the fidgets to hear you;
+ You'd better run off
+ To the old pig's trough,
+ Where none but the pigs, ma'am, are near you."
+
+ The duck was good-natured, and she ran away;
+ But old pussy-cat
+ With her back up sat,
+ And said she intended to stay;
+ And she showed him her paws,
+ With her sharp, long claws,
+ So the dog was afraid to come near,
+ For Puss if she pleases,
+ When a little dog teases
+ Can give him a box on the ear.
+
+
+ Don't Hurt Puss
+
+ I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+ And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
+ So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+ But Pussy and I very gently will play.
+
+
+[Illustration: Cat with Head stuck in Broken Milk Jug.]
+
+
+ Head In The Milk Jug
+
+ Ho! Master, Mistress, Mary, run,
+ Your Tabby is in grief;
+ This broken jug caught hold of me
+ As though I were a thief.
+
+
+ Cat Up The Plum Tree
+
+ Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty,
+ The cat ran up the plum tree
+ I lay you a crown
+ I'll fetch her down;
+ So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.
+
+
+ Pussy-Cat Mole
+
+ Pussy Cat Mole
+ Jumped over a coal,
+ And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole
+ Poor Pussy is weeping, she'll have no more milk
+ Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.
+
+
+ The Three Little Kittens
+
+ Three little kittens they lost their mittens,
+ And they began to cry,
+ "Oh! mammy dear, we sadly fear,
+ Our mittens we have lost."
+ "What! lost your mittens,
+ You naughty kittens,
+ Then you shall have no pie."
+ Miew, miew miew, miew.
+
+ The three little kittens had need of mittens:
+ The winter was now nigh.
+ "Oh! mammy dear, we fear, we fear,
+ Our mittens we shall need."
+ "Go, seek your mittens,
+ You silly kittens;
+ There's a tempest in the sky."
+ Miew, miew, miew, miew.
+
+ The three little kittens, in seeking their mittens,
+ Upset the table high.
+ "Oh! mammy dear, we doubt and fear,
+ The house is tumbling down,"
+ "You foolish kittens,
+ Go find your mittens,
+ And do not make things fly."
+ Miew, miew, miew, miew.
+
+ The three little kittens they found their mittens,
+ And they began to cry,
+ "Oh! mammy dear, see here, see here,
+ Our mittens we have found."
+ "What! found your mittens,
+ You little kittens;
+ Then you shall have some pie."
+ Purr, purr, purr, purr.
+
+ The three little kittens put on their mittens,
+ And soon ate up the pie;
+ "Oh! mammy dear, we greatly fear,
+ Our mittens we have soiled."
+ "What! soiled your mittens,
+ You naughty kittens!"
+ Then they began to sigh.
+ Miew, miew, miew, miew.
+
+ The three little kittens they washed their mittens,
+ And hung them up to dry.
+ "Oh! mammy dear, look here, look here,
+ Our mittens we have washed,"
+ "What! washed your mittens,
+ You darling kittens!--
+ But I smell a rat close by!
+ Hush! Hush!" Miew, miew.
+
+ The three little kittens put off their mittens,
+ A hunting match to try.
+ "Oh! mammy dear, his hole is here:
+ Our mittens down we fling."
+ Both cat and kittens
+ Flung down their mittens;
+ When--whisk!--the rat ran by.
+ Miew, miew, miew, miew.
+
+
+ The Dunce of a Kitten
+
+ Come, Pussy, will you learn to read?
+ I've got a pretty book:
+ Nay, turn this way, you must indeed,
+ Fie, there's a sulky look!
+
+ Here's a pretty picture, see
+ An apple with a great A;
+ How stupid you will ever be
+ If you do nought but play!
+
+ Come, A B C, an easy task,
+ What anyone can do,
+ I will do anything you ask,
+ For dearly I love you.
+
+ No, no, your lesson is not done,
+ You have not learnt it half;
+ You'll grow a downright simpleton,
+ And make the people laugh.
+
+
+[Page 152--Pussy Land]
+
+
+ Old Daddy Hubbard and His Cat
+
+ Old Daddy Hubbard
+ Went to the cupboard,
+ To get poor Puss some meat;
+ But when he got there,
+ I do declare,
+ There was nothing but two pig's feet.
+
+ Daddy went to the fish shop
+ To get Puss a sprat,
+ And when he came back,
+ She was watching a rat.
+
+ Daddy went to the carpenter's
+ To get Puss a house,
+ And when he came back
+ She was catching a mouse.
+
+ Daddy went to the miller's
+ To get Puss some meal,
+ And when he came back
+ She was skinning an eel.
+
+ Daddy went to a meadow
+ To get milk from a cow,
+ And when he came back,
+ Puss cried: "Me-ow, Me-ow."
+
+ Daddy went to the crockery shop
+ To get Puss a dish,
+ And when he came back
+ She had caught Ma's goldfish.
+
+ Daddy went to the dairy
+ To get Puss some curd,
+ And when he came back
+ She'd ate Ma's pet bird.
+
+ Daddy went to the brewer's
+ To get Puss some beer,
+ And when he came back
+ She's a flea in her ear.
+
+ Daddy went for some water,
+ To give Puss some souse,
+ And when he came back
+ Puss was top of the house.
+
+ Daddy went to the ironmonger's
+ To get Puss a saw,
+ And when he came back
+ She had scalded her paw.
+
+ Daddy went to the photographer's
+ To get Puss some pictures,
+ And when he came back,
+ She had burnt off her whiskers.
+
+ Daddy went to the garden
+ To get Puss a snail,
+ And when he came back
+ She'd a bottle-brush tail.
+
+ Daddy went to the grocer's
+ To get Puss some tea,
+ And when he came back
+ She had run up a tree.
+
+ Daddy went to the draper's
+ To buy Puss some mittens,
+ And when he came back
+ She was licking her kittens.
+
+ Daddy went to the stable
+ To get Puss a donkey,
+ And when he got back
+ She was teaching the monkey.
+
+ Daddy went to the confectioner's
+ To buy Puss a lollie,
+ And when he came back
+ She was nursing the dolly.
+
+ Daddy went to get clothes
+ To make Puss a lady,
+ And when he came back
+ She was kissing the baby.
+
+ Daddy took Cole's balloon
+ And got Puss a cloud,
+ But Puss when she saw it
+ Laughed right out loud.
+
+
+[Illustration: Laughing Cat.]
+
+
+ Daddy went to the store
+ To get Puss a herring,
+ And when he came back
+ She kept loving and purring
+
+ Daddy went to the furrier's
+ To get Puss a muff,
+ And when he came back
+ She was taking some snuff.
+
+ Daddy went to the baker's
+ To get Puss a bun,
+ And when he came back
+ She was beating a drum.
+
+ Daddy went to the dressmaker's
+ To buy Puss a frock,
+ And when he came back
+ She was winding the clock.
+
+ Daddy went to the jeweller's
+ To get Puss a brooch,
+ And when he came back
+ She'd caught a cockroach.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ Some cheap music to buy,
+ And when he came back
+ Puss had made a mud pie.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy Puss some pens,
+ And when he came back
+ She was feeding some hens.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy Puss a slate,
+ And when he came back
+ She opened the gate.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy Puss some ink,
+ And when he came back
+ She gave him a wink.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ For an exercise book,
+ And when he came back
+ Puss gave a wise look.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy Puss a purse,
+ And when he came back
+ She was singing a verse.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ And Oh me! Oh my!
+ And when he came back
+ Puss had swallowed a fly.
+
+ Daddy went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ Some paper to buy,
+ And when he came back
+ Puss thought she would die.
+
+ Daddy went to the doctor's
+ To get Puss a pill,
+ And when he came back
+ She still looked very ill.
+
+ Daddy went to the auction sale
+ To buy Puss a bed,
+ And when he came back
+ Puss Shammed to be dead.
+
+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
+
+ Daddy went to the cemetery
+ To dig her a grave,
+ Puss rushed off at once
+ Into Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+And that is the present residence of Miss Puss.
+
+
+[Page 153--Pussy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Cat Pouncing On Mouse.]
+
+
+ The Story of a Little Mouse:
+ Or, Our Happy Family.
+
+ Once there was a little mouse,
+ Who came to live in our house;
+ She came because she was terribly frighten'd
+ To stay outside as it thunder'd and lighten'd.
+
+ When she came in 'twas nearly dark,
+ And Ponto he began to bark;
+ But she ran round at a rapid rate,
+ Then darted in behind the grate.
+
+ Ponto smelt, and sniff'd, and bark'd and scratch'd,
+ But Mousey was safe and couldn't be catch'd;
+ So Ponto, when tired laid down to sleep,
+ And Mousey quite quiet determined to keep.
+
+ Mousey stayed there a month, as she thought it was better,
+ And Ponto could smell her, but never could get her,
+ But every morning when Ponto went out,
+ Miss Mousey crept forth, and for crumbs looked about.
+
+ Now one day as Ponto came into the house,
+ Thinks he, I'll be KIND to that poor little mouse;
+ "So come out Miss Mousey," our Ponto he said,
+ "And if anyone hurts you I'll bite off his head."
+
+ So the poor little mouse came out of the grate,
+ And ate with our Ponto out of his plate,
+ And always when Ponto laid down on the mat,
+ Beside him Miss Mousey in her little chair sat.
+
+ But one rainy night as Miss Mousey sat still,
+ A thing called a bat, came over the hill;
+ But Ponto says to him, "You are not wanted here,"
+ And sent the bat off with a flea in his ear.
+
+ The very same night as they lay on the mat,
+ What should come rushing in but a great big rat;
+ Up jumped Mr. Ponto and gave a loud bark,
+ And that rat scampered off out into the dark.
+
+ They had just got rid of the bat and the rat,
+ And what should come in but a GREAT TOM CAT;
+ Came jumping, springing, and bounding along,
+ And frightened Miss Mousey more than a gong.
+
+ He raced after mousey, around, in and out,
+ Through the house and the yard, and all round about;
+ To the East, to the West, to the North, to the South,
+ And at last caught her up in his great big mouth.
+
+ He squeezed her back hard and frighten'd her so,
+ She scarcely could say, "O, please let me go!"
+ But Tom spoke and said, "Mouse is very good meat,
+ And as I feel hungry, why, it's you I shall eat."
+
+ Tom let her go once, but caught her afresh,
+ Although Mousey made a most desperate dash;
+ And again Mousey pleaded, "Oh, please let me go";
+ But Tom only answered, "Decidedly No!"
+
+ But as luck should now have it, our Ponto came in,
+ And asked Mr. Puss, "What's this horrible din?"
+ Says Puss to our Ponto, "I've caught this sly thief,
+ And now I intend to bring her to grief."
+
+ Says Ponto to Puss, "The mouse is my friend,
+ And if you would hurt her, why I must defend
+ That nice little, kind little, good little mouse,
+ As long as she ever remains in this house."
+
+ Says Pussy to Ponto, "I pray you don't fret;
+ I'll love and I'll cherish your poor little pet;
+ She shall sleep on the mat, and we'll find her in food,
+ Because she is nice and because she is good."
+
+ So the nice little mouse, the dog and the cat,
+ all three ate together, and slept on the mat;
+ They sung, danc'd and romp'd with joy and merry laughter,
+ And as the old take says, "Lived happy ever after."
+
+
+[Page 154--Pussy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Startled Cat.]
+
+
+ History of Mr. Tom Puss And The Rats
+
+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.
+
+
+ Wasn't He A Foolish Puss!!!
+
+
+[Illustration: Kitten Using Ear-Trumpet to Listen to Adult cat.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Rare Fun. Mice have trapped cat's tail.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Kittens Dancing to Violin Played by Cat.]
+
+
+[Page 155--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+ Puss In Boots
+
+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.
+
+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--"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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--"Your majesty is
+welcome to the Marquis of Carabas's castle."
+
+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.
+
+The cat became a great lord, and ever after hunted mice only for his
+own amusement.
+
+
+[Illustration: Two Cats, a Scale and a Monkey.]
+
+
+ Monkey And The Cats
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+The other scale had now become too heavy, which gave this upright
+judge a pretence to make free with a second mouthful.
+
+"Hold, hold!" cried the two cats; give each of us our share of what
+is left and we will be content.
+
+"If you are content," said the monkey, "justice is not; the law, my
+friends, must have it's course."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+
+ Dick Whittington And His Cat
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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:
+
+ _"Turn again, Whittington,_
+ _Lord Mayor of London."_
+
+So back went Dick, and got into the house before the cook came down
+stairs.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 156--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Kate Washing our Kitties.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Burying our poor dead Bird, Pussy looking very
+suspicious.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Pussies driving their Rabbit Sleigh.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our very lazy Pussy.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our careless Pussy caught in a trap by the Mice.]
+
+
+[Page 157--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Toby giving our Tabby a Ride.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Weighing our Pussy against our Doggy.]
+
+
+ The White Kitten
+
+ My little white kitten's
+ Asleep on my knee;
+ As white as snow
+ Or the lily is she;
+ She wakes up with a purr
+ When I stroke her soft fur;
+ Was there ever another
+ White kitten like her?
+
+ My little white kitten
+ Now wants to go out
+ And frolic, with no one
+ To watch her about:
+ "Little kitten," I say,
+ "Just an hour you may stay;
+ And be careful in choosing
+ Your places to play."
+
+ But night has come down,
+ And I hear a loud "mew";
+ I open the door, and my
+ Kitten comes through;
+ My white kitten! ah me!
+ Oh! can it be she--
+ This sad looking beggar-like
+ Cat that I see?
+
+ What ugly grey marks
+ On her side and her back!
+ Her nose, once as pink
+ As a rosebud, is black!
+ Oh! I very well know,
+ Though she does not say so,
+ She has been where white kittens
+ Ought never to go.
+
+ If little good children
+ Would wish to do right,
+ If little white kittens
+ Would keep themselves white,
+ It is needful that they
+ In their houses should stay,
+ Or be careful in choosing
+ Their places to play.
+
+
+ Kitty
+
+ Pretty little Kitty
+ Sat upon a stile,
+ Sang a little ditty
+ To herself for a while,
+ Watching how the sparrows--
+ Seeking grain to eat--
+ Dart about like arrows
+ In among the wheat.
+
+ Pretty little Kitty
+ Liked the birds to see!
+ Though it was a pity
+ They were wild and free.
+ So she stopped her singing--
+ Left the stile forlorn;
+ And went gaily springing
+ In among the corn.
+
+ Pretty little Kitty
+ Fond of country things,
+ Cares not for the city
+ Where no birdie sings.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Jacko, our Jessie, our Jemmy.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Pussies riding Horseback.]
+
+
+[Page 158--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our naughty Kitten Caught Stealing Jam.]
+
+
+ Naughty Pussy
+
+ "Oh, for shame,
+ Baby Cat,
+ Mother's pet
+ Her cupboard at.
+
+ "With a spoon
+ Eating Jam
+ Quite ashamed
+ Of you I am.
+
+ "If she comes
+ And catches you
+ You'll be punished
+ Rightly too.
+
+ "She will send you
+ Straight to bed,
+ With for supper
+ Plain dry bread."
+
+
+[Illustration: Our naughty Kitten caught in trying to catch the
+Goldfish.]
+
+
+ Little Pussy
+
+ I love little Pussy,
+ Her coat is so warm;
+ And if I don't tease her,
+ She'll do me no harm.
+
+ I'll not pull her tail,
+ Nor drive her away,
+ But Pussy and I
+ Very gently will play.
+
+ She'll be gentle with me,
+ If I'm gentle with her,
+ And if I speak kindly,
+ I know she will purr.
+
+ She shall sit by my side,
+ And I'll give her some food
+ And Pussy will love me
+ Because I am good.
+
+ It's true, if I tease her,
+ Her claws she will show;
+ But Pussy knows well
+ That I never do so.
+
+
+ Puss and the Crab
+
+ "I wonder," says puss,
+ "If a thing like that
+ Would presume to bite
+ A respectable cat?
+
+ 'Tis the queerest thing
+ That ever I saw;
+ I'll hit it a slap
+ With my strong forepaw.
+
+ No! No! On the whole
+ I had better not;
+ But what curious claws
+ The creature has got!
+
+ I'll just step up
+ And quietly ask it
+ How it got out
+ Of that market-basket.
+
+ I'll play with the animal,
+ Just to see
+ If it wants to do
+ Any harm to me.
+
+ No! I thank I had better
+ Get out of its way,
+ And I surely am safer
+ Not even to play.
+
+ For I'll get into trouble,
+ And horribly wail,
+ If that thing with the claws
+ Takes a grip on my tail."
+
+ Rev. A. Taylor
+
+
+ Little Pussies
+
+ Three little pussies,
+ All in a row,
+ Ranged on the table,
+ Two down below.
+
+ Five little pussies
+ Dressed all in silk,
+ Waiting for sugar,
+ Waiting for milk.
+
+ Dear little pussies,
+ If you would thrive,
+ Breakfast at nine o'clock,
+ Take tea at five.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Loving Doggy and Pussy.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Smartly-dressed Friends.]
+
+
+[Page 159--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+ Puss in the Corner
+
+ You are a naughty pussy-cat;
+ I think it right to mention that
+ For all who see your picture here--
+ 'Twas you who broke my bunny dear.
+
+ An hour ago, as you can tell,
+ I left him here, alive and well;
+ And now he's dead, and, what is more
+ You've broke his leg, I'm pretty sure.
+
+ For you, my puss, I'll never care,
+ No--never, never, never--there!
+ And you are in disgrace, you know,
+ And in the corner you must go.
+
+ What, crying? Then I must cry too,
+ And I can't bear to punish you;
+ Perhaps you've only stunned his head.
+
+ And though I'm sure you broke his leg,
+ It may be mended with a peg;
+ And though he's very, very funny,
+ My bunny's not a real bunny;
+ And I'll forgive and tell you that
+ You are my precious pussy-cat.
+
+ Robert Mack
+
+
+ Tabby
+
+ Tabby was a kitten,
+ Tabby was a thief.
+ Tabby tried to steal the cream,
+ And so she came to grief.
+
+ Jumping on the table
+ (Nobody was nigh),
+ On the pretty cream-jug
+ Tabby cast her eye:
+
+ Wondered what was in it;
+ Thought she'd like to see;
+ Crept a little nearer,
+ Slyly as could be.
+
+ Cream was very low down;
+ Jug was very high;
+ "Must have some," said Tabby.
+ "Even if I die!"
+
+ Then into the cream-jug
+ Popped her naughty nose;
+ Just what happened after,
+ Only Tabby knows.
+
+ This is how we found her,
+ Naughty little cat!
+ Did she get a whipping,
+ Think you, after that?
+
+ Tabby was a kitten,
+ Tabby was a thief,
+ Tabby tried to steal the cream,
+ And so she came to grief.
+
+
+ Old Puss
+
+ Don't hurt the poor old cat,
+ There can be no fun in that;
+ And it would be cruel too--
+ She never tried to injure you.
+
+ She, for years, has kept the house
+ Free from thievish rat and mouse;
+ Puss has always faithful been,
+ And has kept herself so clean.
+
+ True, she now is getting old,
+ Though she once was strong and bold;
+ At her prey she cannot leap,
+ And, if caught, can scarcely keep.
+
+ Poor old puss! 'Twould be a shame
+ Thee for uselessness to blame;
+ When though canst not active be--
+ Useless through infirmity.
+
+
+ In the Park
+
+ I'm a rich little kitten:
+ I live at my ease,
+
+ I keep my own carriage,
+ I go where I please;
+
+ My turn-out is stylish,
+ I nothing neglect,
+
+ And often I notice
+ That all recollect
+
+ That a rich little kitten
+ Deserves much respect.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Kitten in her Perambulator.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Puss and her Dog Carriage.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Puss and her Chicken Coach.]
+
+
+[Page 160--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Cats playing piano, violin, and singing.]
+
+
+ The Dead Kitten
+
+ Don't talk to me of parties, Nan;
+ I really cannot go;
+ When folks are in affliction
+ They don't go out, you know.
+ I have a new brown sash, too;
+ It seems a pity--eh?
+ That such a dreadful trial
+ Should have come just yesterday!
+
+ The play-house blinds are all pulled down
+ As dark as it can be;
+ It looks so very solemn
+ And so proper, don't you see?
+ And I have a piece of crape
+ Pinned on my dolly's hat,
+ Tom says it is ridiculous
+ For only just a cat.
+
+ But boys are all so horrid!
+ They always, every one,
+ Delight in teasing little girls
+ And kitties, "just for fun."
+ The way he used to pull her tail--
+ It makes me angry now--
+ And scat her up the cherry tree,
+ To make the darling "meow!"
+
+ I've had her all the summer.
+ One day, away last spring,
+ I heard a frightful barking,
+ And I saw the little thing
+ In the corner of a fence;
+ 'T would have made you laugh outright
+ To see how every hair stood out,
+ And how she tried to fight.
+
+ I shooed the dog away,
+ And she jumped upon my arm;
+ The pretty creature knew
+ I wouldn't do her any harm;
+ I hugged her close, and carried her
+ To mamma, and she said
+ She should be my own wee kitty,
+ If I'd see that she was fed.
+
+ A cunning little dot she was,
+ With silky, soft, grey fur;
+ She'd lie for hours on my lap,
+ And I could hear her purr;
+ And then she'd frolic after
+ When I pulled a string about,
+ Or try to catch her tail,
+ Or roll a marble in and out.
+
+ Such comfort she has been to me
+ I'm sure no one could tell,
+ Unless some other little girl
+ Who loves her pussy well.
+ I've heard about a Maltese cross;
+ But my dear little kit
+ Was always sweet and amiable,
+ And never cross a bit!
+
+ But oh, last week I missed her!
+ I hunted all around;
+ My darling little pussy-cat
+ Was nowhere to be found.
+ I knelt and whispered softly,
+ When nobody could see:
+ "Take care of little kitty, please,
+ And bring her back to me."
+
+ I found her lying yesterday
+ Behind the lower shed;
+ I thought my heart was broken
+ When I found that she was dead.
+ Tom promised me another one;
+ But even he can see
+ No other kitty ever will be
+ Just the same to me.
+
+ I can't go to your party, Nannie,
+ Maccaroons, you say?
+ And ice-cream? I know
+ I ought to try and not give way;
+ And I feel it would be doing wrong
+ To disappoint you so.
+ Well, if I'm equal to it
+ By to-morrow, I may go!
+
+ Sydney Dayre
+
+
+ The Monkey and the Nuts
+
+ A monkey, being fond of nuts,
+ Thought he would have some roasted;
+ But how was he to get them done,
+ Not liking to be toasted?
+ A poor young cat was passing by,
+ And innocently watches;
+ The wicked monkey saw her stop,
+ And at his victim snatches.
+
+ "Dear pussy, you are just the one
+ That I've been looking out for;
+ How beautiful you look to-day,
+ But tell me what you pout for!
+ Upon my word I long have had
+ For you a fond affection;
+ Now you shall stay and dine with me,
+ Or take some slight refection."
+
+ "Twas no use for poor puss to speak,
+ Or offer to deny him,
+ The monkey had her in his grasp,
+ And she could not deny him.
+ So he began to laugh and chat,
+ And show a few grimaces;
+ Oh! if you had but seen, like me,
+ The contrast of their faces.
+
+ He put some nuts into her paw,
+ And he the fire approaches,
+ As if a salamander she.
+ Or made of young cockroaches.
+ The poor cat now began to squall,
+ Her face the fire attacking;
+ And sadly too, her paw was burnt,
+ The while the nuts were cracking.
+
+ The monkey having feasted well
+ Began to snarl and grumble,
+ That he should be so taken in
+ With nuts he scarce could mumble.
+ "Dear me," he said, "how they are burnt,"
+ And at poor pussy looking,
+ "I cannot think how I could bear
+ Such miserable cooking.
+
+ And what a fuss you make about
+ A little bit of warning;
+ I've often done the thing myself--
+ There's nothing so alarming.
+ Now take this for yourself," he said,
+ "And next time be less squalling:"
+ Then gave the cat a hearty cuff,
+ Which sent the poor thing sprawling.
+
+ "Now let me give you this advice,
+ For I am one of letters:
+ Leave off your rude, obstreperous way,
+ When you are with your betters.
+ And think yourself well off," he said,
+ "That I had mercy on you;
+ For many would have sent you home
+ Without a dress upon you."
+
+ Mrs. W. Taylor
+
+
+[Illustration: Three Cats.]
+
+
+[Page 161--More Pussy Land]
+
+
+ My Own Puss
+
+ I wish you could just see my cat:
+ She's a darling, there's no doubt of that:
+ So soft, and so sleek, and so fat.
+
+ Her eyes are a beautiful green,
+ The brightest that ever were seen:
+ Of cats she is truly the queen.
+
+ She loves to lie stretched in the sun
+ But as soon as my lessons are done,
+ She is ready for frolic and fun.
+
+ My kitty has two sets of claws,
+ Tucked away in those velvety paws:
+ She can use them, too, when there is cause.
+
+ I cannot thin what I should do,
+ If, my pussy, I ever lost you:
+ We're so happy together, we two!
+
+ I call her my bundle of fur:
+ Hark! now she's beginning to purr:
+ Kit loves me, and oh, I love her!
+
+
+ The Frolicsome Kitten
+
+ Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,
+ How much I want you to be quiet,
+ Instead of scampering away,
+ And always making such a riot.
+
+ There, only see! you've torn my frock,
+ And poor mamma must put a patch in;
+ I'll give you a right earnest knock,
+ To cure you of this trick of scratching.
+
+ Nay, do not scold your little cat,
+ She does not know what 'tis you're saying;
+ And every time you give a pat,
+ She thinks you mean it all for playing.
+
+ But if your pussy understood
+ The lesson that you want to teach her,
+ And did not choose to be so good,
+ She'd be, indeed, a naughty creature.
+
+
+ Putting Kitty to Bed
+
+ Kitty, Kitty, go to sleep,
+ Shut your eyes, and don't you peep.
+ Sing with me your little song,
+ We will not make it very long.
+
+ Hurry Kitty for to see
+ Mamma soon will come for me,
+ And I must see you safe in bed
+ All covered up except your head.
+
+ And while I rock you in my chair,
+ You must purr your little prayer,
+ Altho' you say it soft an low,
+ 'Twill all be just the same you know.
+
+ Mamma makes me bend my knee,
+ But Kitty dear, you can't, you see,
+ For you're too little yet to try--
+ See! I'm so big, and tall, and high.
+
+ And then you can't say any words,
+ No more than chicks, or little birds.
+ But I've heard the Bible tell
+ That even birds are cared for well.
+
+ M. E. S.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Puss and her Shoe Coach.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Doggy and Pussy Growling at each other.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Pussies' Party.]
+
+
+[Page 162--Doggy Land]
+
+
+ Old Mother Hubbard and Her Dog
+
+ Old Mother Hubbard
+ Went to the cupboard
+ To get her poor Dog a bone;
+ But when she got there
+ The cupboard was bare,
+ And so the poor Dog had none.
+
+ She went to the baker's
+ To buy him some bread,
+ And when she came back
+ The poor Dog looked dead.
+
+ She went to the joiner's
+ To buy him a coffin,
+ But when she came back
+ The poor Dog was laughing.
+
+ She took a clean dish
+ To get him some tripe,
+ But when she came back
+ He was smoking a pipe.
+
+ She went to the ale-house
+ To get him some beer,
+ But when she came back
+ The Dog sat on a chair.
+
+ She went to the hatter's
+ To buy him a hat,
+ But when she came back
+ He was feeding the cat.
+
+ She went to the barber's
+ To buy him a wig,
+ But when she came back
+ He was dancing a jig.
+
+ She went to the fruiterer's
+ To buy him some fruit,
+ But when she came back
+ He was playing the flute.
+
+ She went to the tailor's,
+ To buy him a coat,
+ But when she came back
+ He was riding a goat.
+
+ She went to the seamstress
+ To buy him some linen,
+ But when she came back
+ The Dog was a-spinning.
+
+ She went to the hosier's
+ To buy him some hose,
+ But when she came back
+ He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+ She went to the cobbler's
+ To buy him some shoes,
+ But when she came back
+ He was reading the news.
+
+ She went to the hotel
+ To get him some ale,
+ But when she came back,
+ He was wagging his tail.
+
+
+[Illustration: Dog standing on head.]
+
+
+ She went to the tavern
+ For white wine and red,
+ But when she came back
+ The Dog stood on his head.
+
+ The dame made a curtsey,
+ The Dog made a bow;
+ The dame said "Your servant,"
+ The Dog said "Bow-wow."
+
+ This wonderful Dog
+ Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
+ He could sing, he could dance,
+ He could read, he could write.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him a book,
+ And when she came back
+ He at once took a look.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book two,
+ And when she came back
+ He was tying his shoe.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book three,
+ And when she came back
+ He getting his tea.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book four,
+ And when she came back
+ He sat at the door.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book five,
+ And when she came back
+ He was out for a drive.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book six
+ And when she came back
+ He was picking up sticks.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book seven,
+ And when she came back
+ He was brewing some leaven.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book eight,
+ And when she came back
+ He was baking a cake.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book nine,
+ And when she came back
+ He said it was fine.
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book ten,
+ And when she came back
+ He took it an then
+
+ She went to Cole's Book Arcade
+ To buy him book eleven,
+ And when she came back
+ He had gone up to heaven.
+
+
+ To Parents And Schoolmasters
+
+I have been blamed for printing and distributing "Mother Hubbard." My
+answer is:--"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--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--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.
+
+ --E. W. Cole
+
+
+[Page 163--Doggy Land]
+
+
+ Tom Tinker's Dog
+
+ Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art tho?
+ I'm Tom Tinker's dog, and I'll bite you.
+
+
+ Puppy
+
+ There was an Old Man of Leghorn,
+ The smallest as ever was born;
+ But quickly snapt up he
+ Was once by a puppy,
+ Who devoured that Old Man of Leghorn.
+
+
+ Doggy
+
+ The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
+ The mistress snored loud as a pig;
+ Jack took up his fiddle by doggy's desire,
+ And struck up a bit of a jig.
+
+
+ Hark, the Dogs bark
+
+ Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
+ Beggars are coming to town;
+ Some in jags, some in rags,
+ And some in velvet gown.
+
+
+ Poor Dog Bright
+
+ Poor dog Bright
+ Ran off with all his might,
+ Because the cat was after him:
+ Poor dog Bright.
+
+
+ Dog Blue Bell
+
+ I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
+ I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
+ I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
+ He stepped into the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
+ I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
+ He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
+ I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
+ He came up again and said there was none there.
+
+
+ Little Dog Buff
+
+ I had a little Dog, and they called him buff,
+ I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
+ But he lost the bag and spilled the snuff.
+ So take that cuff, and that's enough.
+
+
+ Dog Burnt his Tail
+
+ Ding, dong, darrow,
+ The cat and the sparrow;
+ The little dog has burnt his tail,
+ And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.
+
+
+ Thievish dog Fan
+
+ Thievish dog Fan, to yell aloud began,
+ She burnt her mouth through stealing tripe:
+ Thievish dog Fan.
+
+
+ The Quarrelsome Dogs
+
+ Old Tray and rough Growler are having a fight,
+ So let us get out of their way;
+ They snarl, and they growl, and they bite,
+ Oh dear, what a terrible fray!
+
+
+ Good Little Dog
+
+ I will not hurt my little dog,
+ But stroke and pat his head;
+ I like to see him wag his tail,
+ I like to see him fed.
+
+ Poor little thing, how very good,
+ And very useful too.
+ For don't you know that he will mind
+ What he is bid to do?
+
+ Then I will never hurt my dog,
+ Nor ever give him pain;
+ But treat him kindly every day,
+ And he'll love me again.
+
+
+[Illustration: Puss on Rover's Back.]
+
+
+ Puss And Rover
+
+ Our Pussy she is white,
+ Our Rover he is black,
+ And yet he licks Pussy's face
+ While she stands on his back.
+
+ Our Pussy she is little,
+ Our Rover he is big,
+ And yet he likes the Pussy
+ Much better than the pig.
+
+ Our Pussy she is young,
+ And Rover he is old,
+ And yet he likes the Pussy
+ More than tons of gold.
+
+ Our Pussy she is good,
+ And so is Rover too,
+ So Pussy says, "Ta, ta." "Good-bye,"
+ And Rover says "Adieu."
+
+
+ Don't Tease Dogs
+
+ Foolish Edward runs away,
+ From the large dog with the bone;
+ If we do not tease or chide,
+ Dogs will leave us quite alone.
+
+
+ No Breakfast for Growler
+
+ No, naughty Growler, get away,
+ You shall not have a bit;
+ Now when I speak, how dare you stay?
+ I can't spare any, Sir, I say,
+ And so you need not sit.
+
+ Poor Growler! do not make him go,
+ But recollect, before,
+ That he has never served you so,
+ For you have given him many a blow,
+ That patiently he bore.
+
+ Poor growler! if he could but speak,
+ He'd tell (as well as he might)
+ How he would bear with many a freak,
+ And wag his tail, and look so meek,
+ And neither bark nor bite.
+
+ Upon his back he lets you ride,
+ All round and round the yard;
+ And now, while sitting by your side,
+ To have a bit of bread denied,
+ Is really very hard.
+
+ And all your little tricks he'll bear,
+ And never seem to mind;
+ And yet you say you cannot spare
+ One bit of breakfast for his share,
+ Although he is so kind.
+
+
+ Good Dog Tray
+
+ Good Dog Tray
+ Watched Tommy t'other day,
+ In the garden fast asleep:
+ Good Dog Tray.
+
+
+ Poor Old Tray
+
+ See, here is poor old Tray;
+ Good dog to run so fast,
+ To meet my sister May and me,
+ Now school is o'er at last.
+
+ Oh! how I love you, Tray,
+ You are so kind to me;
+ You run beside me in my walks,
+ You sit by me at tea.
+
+ 'Tis true that I give you bits
+ Of cake and bread and meat;
+ But I'm sure you'd love as well
+ If you had nought to eat.
+
+ For faithful, true, and kind
+ Is our old darling Tray;
+ He guards our dwelling all the night,
+ And plays with us by day.
+
+
+ Doggy minds the House
+
+ "Come hither, little puppy dog,
+ I'll give you a nice new collar,
+ If you will learn to read your book
+ And be a clever scholar."
+
+ "No, no!" replied the puppy dog,
+ "I've other fish to fry,
+ "For I must learn to guard your house,
+ And bark when thieves come nigh."
+
+
+[Page 164--Goat Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Goat Writing on Pad of Paper.]
+
+
+ O'Grady's Goat
+
+ O'Grady lived in shanty row,
+ The neighbours often said
+ They wished that Tim would move away
+ Or that his goat was dead.
+ He kept the neighbourhood in fear,
+ And the children always vexed;
+ They couldn't tell jist whin or where
+ The goat would pop up nexht.
+
+ Ould Missis Casey stood wan day
+ The dirty clothes to rub
+ Upon the washboard, when she dived
+ Head foremost o'er the tub;
+ She lit upon her back an' yelled,
+ As she was lying flat:
+ "Go git your goon an' kill the bashte."
+ O'Grady's goat did that.
+
+ Pat Doolan's woife hung out the wash,
+ Upon the line to dry.
+ She wint to take it in at night,
+ But stopped to have a cry.
+ The sleeves av two red flannel shirts,
+ Tat once was worn by Pat,
+ Were chewed off almost to the neck.
+ O'Grady's goat doon that.
+
+ They had a party at McCune's,
+ And they were having foon,
+ Whin suddinly there was a crash
+ An' ivrybody roon.
+ The iseter soup fell on the floor
+ An' nearly drowned the cat;
+ The stove was knocked to smithereens.
+ O'Grady's goat doon that.
+
+ O'Hoolerhan brought home a keg
+ Ave dannymite wan day
+ To blow a cistern in his yard
+ An' hid the stuff away.
+ But suddinly an airthquake coom,
+ O'Hoolerhan, house an' hat,
+ And ivrything in sight wint up,
+ O'Grady's goat doon that.
+
+ Will S. Hays
+
+
+[Illustration: Goat Attacking a Swing.]
+
+
+ The Goat and the Swing
+
+ A little story with a moral
+ For the young folks who are prone to quarrel.
+ Old folks are wise, and do not need it,
+ Of course they, therefore, will not read it.
+
+ A vicious goat, one day, had found
+ His way into forbidden ground
+ When coming to the garden-swing,
+ He spied a most prodigious thing,--
+ A ram, a monster, to his mind,
+ With head before and head behind!
+
+ Its shape was odd--no hoofs were seen,
+ But, without legs, it stood between
+ Two uprights, lofty posts of oak,
+ With forehead ready for a stroke.
+
+ Though but a harmless ornament
+ Carved of the seat, it seemed intent
+ On barring the intruder's way;
+ While he, advancing, seemed to say,
+ "Who is this surly fellow here,
+ Two heads, no tail--it's mighty queer!
+ A most insulting countenance!"
+
+ With stamp of foot and angry glance
+ He curbed he threatening neck and stood
+ Before the passive thing of wood.
+ "You winked as I was going by!
+ You did not? What! tell me I lie?
+ Take that!" And at the swing he sprung.
+
+ A sounding thump! It backward swung,
+ And set in motion by the blow,
+ Swayed menacingly to and fro.
+ "Ha! you will fight! A quarrelsome chap,
+ I knew you were! You'll get a rap!
+ I'll crack your skull!" A headlong jump;
+ Another and a louder bump!
+
+ The swing, as with kindling wrath,
+ Came rushing back along the path.
+ The goat, astonished, shook his head,
+ Winked hard, turned round, grew mad, and said,
+ "Villain! I'll teach you who I am!"
+ (Or seemed to say,)--"you rascal ram,
+ To pick a fight with me, when I
+ So quietly am passing by!
+ Your head or mine!" A thundering stroke--
+ The cracking horns met crashing oak!
+
+ Then came a dull and muffled sound,
+ And something rolled along the ground,
+ Got up, looked sad--appeared to say,
+ "Your head's too hard!"--and limped away
+ Quite humbly, in a rumpled coat--
+ A dustier and a wiser goat!
+
+ J. T. Throwbridge
+
+
+[Illustration: Swing Returning The Blow.]
+
+
+[Page 165--Monkey Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Meddlesome Jacko.]
+
+
+ The Adventures of Meddlesome "Jacko"
+
+ These pictures we hope
+ Will our little folks please,
+ And also to each one
+ This moral convey:
+ "Be contented and happy,
+ Whatever your lot,
+ And don't try, as some do,
+ To have your own way."
+
+ Master Jacko, you see,
+ Had a very snug home,
+ With plenty to eat
+ That was wholesome and good;
+ But still he did not,
+ We are sorry to say,
+ Behave in a way
+ That a pet monkey should.
+
+ For one day he said,
+ "Come, I don't like at all
+ The life that I lead,
+ And I cannot see why
+ I should not live just
+ As my own master does;
+ This chain is not strong,
+ Can I break it? I'll try."
+
+ After some little time
+ Jacko snapped it in two;
+ Said he to himself,
+ "Well, now where shall I go?
+ To the larder, I think;
+ For my appetite's good,
+ And I'm sure to find
+ Something to eat there, I know."
+
+ He entered, and as he
+ Was looking about
+ A lobster just brought
+ From the shop seized his tail,
+ And pinched him, and nipped him,
+ Until our young friend
+ Jumped about, and set up
+ A most piteous wail.
+
+ Next he went to the kitchen,
+ And there he espied
+ A bottle of something--
+ "Ha, ha, I must taste!"
+ But he found it was curry,
+ Which burnt his poor throat,
+ So he let drop the bottle,
+ And he ran off in haste.
+
+ To the dining-room the
+ He repaired, and he said,
+ "Into master's tea-pot
+ The hot water I'll pour;"
+ But he upset the kettle,
+ And scalded himself,
+ And loudly screamed out
+ As he rolled on the floor.
+
+ Quoth Jacko, "the house
+ Doesn't suit me at all,
+ I had better go back
+ To the garden again,
+ And gather some peaches,
+ Or grapes, or some plums,
+ And try to forget
+ All my trouble and pain."
+
+ In the corner the rogue
+ Saw a bee-hive--"Why, here
+ Must be honey! Delicious!"
+ Said he; "Just the thing!"
+ So he put in his hand,
+ But he brought out the bees,
+ And they punished poor Jacko
+ With many a sting.
+
+ Pinched, scalded, and stung,
+ To his home he returned.
+ Reasoned he, "My past folly
+ I shall not regret;
+ For I'm sure the misfortunes
+ I've gone through to-day
+ Have taught me a lesson
+ I ne'er shall forget."
+
+
+ A Fruitless Sorrow
+
+ A little monkey,
+ Dusky, ugly, sad,
+ Sat hopeless, curled
+ Within his narrow cage;
+ Dark was the stifling room,
+ No joy he had;
+ The sick air rang
+ With tones of pain and rage.
+
+ From many a prisoned
+ Creature held for sale,
+ Stolen from the happy
+ Freedom of its life:
+ Dull drooping birds,
+ That uttered shriek and wail,
+ And beast and reptile
+ Full of woe and strife.
+
+ Into the place
+ A cheerful presence came,
+ And kind eyes lighted
+ On the monkey small;
+ Straightway the weary
+ World was not the same
+ Such fortune did
+ The little thing befall.
+
+ Safe in a basket
+ Fastened, he was sent
+ Across the city,
+ Trembling and afraid.
+ But once he saw his new home,
+ What sweet content
+ Was his, while petted
+ And caressed, he played.
+
+ A week of bliss,
+ Alas! that it should end!
+ He had forgotten
+ Darkness, pain, and all;
+ But there were monkeys
+ Finer than our friend,
+ His master's eyes
+ On such a one must fall!
+
+ So fate had ordered,
+ And the frisky sprite,
+ Dun-coloured, grey,
+ And streaked with cinnamon,
+ Born in far bright Brazil,
+ Was bought at sight,
+ And all the first
+ Poor pet's fortune won.
+
+ They brought into
+ The bright and cheerful room
+ The basket small
+ In which he had been borne
+ To such a happy life.
+ He saw his doom
+ At once, the misery
+ Of his lot forlorn.
+
+ The moment that
+ The basket met his sight,
+ He dropped his head,
+ And hid his sorrowing eyes
+ Against his arm,
+ Nor looked to left nor right,
+ As any thinking
+ Human creature wise.
+
+ They took him back
+ Into his noisome den,
+ His tiny face
+ Concealed as if he wept,
+ So helpless to resist.
+ Heroic men
+ Might such despairing
+ Patient calm have kept.
+
+ Poor little thing!
+ And if he lingers yet,
+ Or death has ended
+ Life so hard to bear
+ I know not;
+ But I never can forget
+ His brief rejoicing
+ And his mute despair.
+
+
+[Illustration: Our Own Jacko.]
+
+
+[Page 166--Gee Gee Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl on Horse-Drawn Cart.]
+
+
+ The Horse
+
+ The horse, the brave.
+ The gallant Horse--
+ Fit theme for the minstrel's song!
+ He hath good claim
+ To praise and fame;
+ As the fleet, the kind, the strong.
+
+ Behold him free
+ In his native strength,
+ Looking fit for the sun-god's car;
+ With a skin as sleek
+ As a maiden's cheek,
+ And an eye like a Polar star.
+
+ Who wonders not
+ Such limbs can deign
+ To brook the fettering firth;
+ As we see him fly
+ The ringing plain,
+ And paw the crumbling earth?
+
+ His nostrils are wide
+ With snorting pride,
+ His fiery veins expand;
+ And yet he'll be led
+ With s silken thread,
+ Or soothed by and infant's hand.
+
+ He owns the lion's
+ Spirit and might,
+ But the voice he has learnt to love
+ Needs only be heard,
+ And he'll turn to the word,
+ As gentle as a dove.
+
+ The Arab is wise
+ Who learns to prize
+ His barb before all gold;
+ But us his barb
+ More fair than ours,
+ More generous, fast or bold?
+
+ A song for the steed,
+ The gallant steed--
+ Oh! grant him a leaf of bay;
+ For we owe much more
+ To his strength and speed,
+ Than man can ever repay.
+
+ Whatever his place--
+ The yoke, the chase,
+ The war-field, road, or course,
+ One of Creation's
+ Brightest and best
+ Is the Horse, the noble Horse!
+
+ Eliza Cook
+
+
+ The Wonderful Horse
+
+ I've a tale to relate.
+ Such a wonderful tale
+ That really I fear
+ My description must fail;
+ 'Tis about a fine horse
+ Who had powers so amazing.
+ He lived without eating,
+ Or drinking, or grazing;
+ In fact this fine horse
+ Was so "awfully" clever.
+ That left to himself
+ He'd have lived on forever.
+
+ He stood in a room,
+ With his nose in the air,
+ And his wide staring eyes
+ Looking no one knows where.
+ His tail undisturbed
+ By the sting of a fly
+ One foot slightly raised
+ As if kicking he'd try,
+ This wonderful horse
+ Never slept or yet dozed,
+ At least if he did so,
+ His eyes never closed.
+
+ "Come, gee up, old Dobbin.
+ Look sharp, don't you see
+ I want to be there
+ And get back before tea?"
+ But this obstinate horse
+ Never offered to prance,
+ Or made an attempt
+ At the slightest advance;
+ Harry slashed him so hard.
+ That he slashed off one ear,
+ Then his mane tumbled off,
+ And poor Dobbin looked queer.
+
+ With spur, and with whip,
+ And with terrible blows,
+ He soon was deprived
+ Of one eye, and his nose,
+ While his slightly-raised foot
+ Found a place on the floor.
+ The tail once so handsome
+ Was handsome no more,
+ And Harry, the tears
+ Raining down as he stood,
+ Cried, "Bother the horse,
+ It is nothing but wood!"
+
+
+ The Pony
+
+ Oh, Brownie, our pony,
+ A gallant young steed,
+ Will carry us gaily
+ O'er hill, dale, and mead.
+
+ So sure is his foot,
+ And so steady his eye.
+ That even our baby
+ To mount him might try.
+
+ We haste to his stable
+ To see him each day,
+ And feed him with oats
+ And the sweetest of hay.
+
+ We pat his rough coat,
+ And we deck him with flowers,
+ Oh, never was seen
+ Such a pony as ours.
+
+
+ The Horse
+
+ No one deserves to have a horse
+ Who takes delight to beat him:
+ The wise will choose a better course,
+ And very kindly treat him.
+
+ If ever it should be my lot--
+ To have, for use or pleasure,
+ One who could safely walk or trot
+ The horse would be a treasure.
+
+ He soon would learn my voice to know
+ And I would gladly lead him;
+ And should he to the stable go,
+ I'd keep him clean and feed him.
+
+ I'd teach my horse a steady pace.
+ Because, if he should stumble
+ Upon a rough or stony place,
+ We might both have a tumble.
+
+ Should he grow aged, I would still
+ My poor old servant cherish;
+ I could not see him weak or ill,
+ And leave my horse to perish.
+
+ For should he get too weak to be
+ My servant any longer,
+ I'll send him out to grass quite free,
+ And get another stronger.
+
+
+ Good Dobbin
+
+ Oh! thank you, good Dobbin,
+ You've been a long track,
+ And have carried papa
+ All the way on your back;
+ You shall have some nice oats,
+ Faithful Dobbin, indeed,
+ For you've brought papa home
+ To his darling with speed.
+
+ The howling wind blew,
+ And the pelting rain beat,
+ And the thick mud has covered
+ His legs and his feet,
+ But yet on he galloped
+ In spite of the rain,
+ And has brought papa home,
+ To his darling again.
+
+ The sun it was setting
+ A long while ago,
+ And papa could not see
+ The road where he should go,
+ But Dobbin kept on
+ Through the desolate wild,
+ And has brought papa home
+ Again safe to his child.
+
+ Now go to the stable,
+ The night is so raw,
+ Go, Dobbin, and rest
+ Your old bones on the straw:
+ Don't stand any longer
+ Out here in the rain,
+ For you've brought papa home
+ To his darling again.
+
+
+ A Horse's Petition to his Master
+
+ Up the hill, whip me not;
+ Down the hill, hurry me not;
+ In the stable, forget me not;
+ Of hay and corn, rob me not;
+ With sponge and brush, neglect me not;
+ Of soft, dry bed, deprive me not;
+ If sick or cold, chill me not;
+ With bit and reins, oh! jerk me not;
+ And when you are angry, strike me not.
+
+
+[Illustration: Mane measures 14 feet and tail 11 feet.]
+
+
+[Page 167--Gee Gee Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Scotchman Carrying Jessie's Pony.]
+
+
+ Work-Horses in a Park on Sunday
+
+ 'Tis Sabbath-day, the poor man walks
+ Blithe from his cottage door,
+ And to his parting young ones talks
+ As they skip on before.
+
+ The father is a man of joy,
+ From his week's toil released;
+ And jocund is each little boy
+ To see his father pleased.
+
+ But, looking to a field at hand,
+ Where the grass grows rich and high,
+ A no less merry Sabbath band
+ Of horses met my eye.
+
+ Poor skinny beasts, that go all week
+ With loads of earth and stones,
+ Bearing, with aspect dull and meek,
+ Hard work, and cudgel'd bones.
+
+ But now let loose to roam athwart
+ The farmer's clover-lea
+ With whisking tails, and jump and snort,
+ They speak a clumsy glee.
+
+ Lolling across each other's necks,
+ Some look like brother's dear;
+ Other's are full of flings and kicks--
+ Antics uncouth and queer.
+
+
+ Superannuated Horse to His Master,
+ who has Sentenced him to Die
+
+ And hast thou sealed my doom, sweet master, say?
+ And wilt thou kill thy servant old and poor?
+ A little longer let me live, I pray;
+ A little longer hobble round the door.
+
+ For much it glads me to behold this place--
+ And house me in this hospitable shed;
+ It glads me more to see mu master's face,
+ And linger on the spot where I was bred.
+
+ For oh! to think of what we have enjoyed,
+ In my life's prime, e'er I was old and poor!
+ Then from the jocund morn to eve employed,
+ My gracious master on my back I bore.
+
+ Thrice ten years have danced on down along,
+ Since first to thee these way-born limbs I gave;
+ Sweet smiling years! When both of was were young--
+ The kindest master and the happiest slave.
+
+ Ah! years sweet smiling, now for ever flown,
+ Ten years, thrice fold, alas! are as a day.
+ Yet as together we are aged grown,
+ Together let us wear that age away.
+
+ And hast thou fixed my doom, sweet master, say?
+ And wilt thou kill thy servant old and poor?
+ A little longer let me live, I pray,
+ A little longer hobble round thy door.
+
+ But oh! Kind Nature, take thy victim's life!
+ And thou a servant feeble, old, and poor;
+ So shalt thou save me from the uplifted knife,
+ And gently stretch me at my master's door.
+
+
+ The Arab and His Horse
+
+ Come, my beauty; come, my dessert darling!
+ On my shoulder lay thy glossy head!
+ Fear not, though the barley sack be empty,
+ Here's half of Hassan's scanty bread.
+
+ Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty!
+ And thou knowest my water skin is free;
+ Drink and be welcome, for the wells are distant,
+ And my strength and safety lie in thee.
+
+ Bend thy forehead, now, to take my kisses!
+ Lift in love thy dark and splendid eye;
+ Thou art glad when Hassan mounts the saddle--
+ Thou art proud he owns thee; so am I.
+
+ Let the Sultan bring his broadest horses,
+ Prancing with their diamond-studded reins;
+ They, my darling, shall not match thy fleetness,
+ When they course with thee the desert plains.
+
+ We have seen Damascus, O my beauty!
+ And the splendour of the pachas there;
+ What's their pomp and riches? Why, I would not
+ Take them for a handful of they hair.
+
+
+ The Cab Horse
+
+ Pity the sorrows of a poor cab horse,
+ Whose jaded limbs have many a mile to go.
+ Whose weary days are drawing to a close,
+ And but in death will he a rest e'er know.
+
+ When the cold winds of dreary winter rage,
+ And snow and hail come down in blinding sheet,
+ And people refuge see 'neath roof or arch,
+ The cab-horse stands unsheltered in the street.
+
+ Though worn and weary with useful life,
+ In patient service to his master--man;
+ No fair retirement waits his failing years,
+ He yet must do the utmost work he can.
+
+ His legs are stiff, his shoulders rubbed and sore,
+ His knees are broken and his sight is dim,
+ But no physician comes his wounds to heal,
+ The lash is all the cure that's given him.
+
+ Ye kindly hearts that spare the whip, and stroke,
+ Just now and then, with kindly hand, his mane;
+ Or pat his sides, or give a pleasant word,
+ Your tender-heartedness is not in vain.
+
+ He has not many friends to plead his cause;
+ He has not speech his own wrongs to outpour.
+ Pity the sorrows of a poor cab-horse;
+ Give him relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
+
+
+[Illustration: Dobbins Saving Puss From a Dog.]
+
+
+[Page 168--Gee Gee Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Clever Horses.]
+
+
+ Farmer John
+
+ Home from his journey Farmer John
+ Arrived this morning safe and sound,
+ His black coat off, and his old clothes on:
+ "Now I'm myself," says Farmer John.
+ And he thinks, "I'll look around!"
+ Up leaps the dog: "Get down, you pup,
+ Are you so glad you would eat me up?"
+ The old cow lows at the gate to greet him.
+ The horses prick up their ears, to meet him.
+ Well, well, old Bay!
+ Ha, ha, old Grey!
+ Do you get good food when I'm away?"
+
+ "You haven't a rib!" says Farmer John:
+ "The cattle are looking round and sleek;
+ The colt is going to be a roan,
+ And a beauty too, how he has grown!
+ We'll wean the calf, next week."
+ Says Farmer John, when I've been off,
+ To call you again about the trough,
+ And watch you, and pet you, while you drink,
+ Is a greater comfort than you can think."
+ And he pats old Bay,
+ And he slaps old Grey;
+ "Ah, this is the comfort of going away."
+
+ "For after all," says Farmer John,
+ "The best of the journey is getting home!
+ "I've seen great sights, but would I give
+ This spot, and the peaceful life I live,
+ For all their Paris and Rome?
+ These hills for the City's stifled air,
+ And big hotels, all bustle and glare,
+ Lands all horses, and roads all stones,
+ That deafen your ears and batter your bones,
+ Would you, old Bay?
+ Would you, old Grey?
+ That's what one gets by going away."
+
+ "I've found out this," says Farmer John,
+ "That happiness is not bought and sold
+ And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,
+ In nights of pleasure and days of worry,
+ And wealth isn't all in gold,
+ Mortgage and stocks, and ten per cent.,
+ But in simple ways of sweet content.
+ Few wants pure hopes, and noble ends,
+ Some land to till and a few good friends,
+ Like you, old Bay,
+ And you, old Grey,
+ That's what I've learned by going away.
+
+ And a happy man is Farmer John,
+ Oh! a rich and happy man is he;
+ He sees the peas and pumpkins growing,
+ The corn in tassel, and buckwheat blowing;
+ And fruit on vine and tree.
+ The large kind oxen look their thanks,
+ As he rubs their foreheads and strokes their flanks,
+ The doves light round him, and strut and coo;
+ Says Farmer John: "I'll take you too,
+ And you, old Bay,
+ And you, old Grey,
+ The next time I travel so far away."
+
+
+ The Horse
+
+ A horse, long us'd to bit and bridle,
+ But always much disposed to idle,
+ Had often wished that he was able
+ To steal unnotic'd from the stable.
+
+ He panted from his utmost soul,
+ To be at nobody's control;
+ Go his own pace, slower or faster.
+ In short, do nothing--like his master.
+
+ But yet he ne'er had got at large,
+ If Jack (who had him in his charge)
+ Had not, as many have before,
+ Forgot to shut the stable door.
+
+ Dobbin, with expectation swelling,
+ Now rose to quit he present dwelling,
+ But first peep'd out with cautious fear,
+ T' examine if the coast was clear.
+
+ At length he ventured from his station,
+ And with extreme self-approbation,
+ As if delivered from a load,
+ He gallop'd to the public road.
+
+ And here he stood awhile debating,
+ (Till he was almost tired of waiting)
+ Which way he'd please to bend his course,
+ Now there was nobody to force.
+
+ At last, unchecked by bit or rein,
+ He saunter'd down a pleasant lane,
+ And neigh'd forth many a jocund song
+ In triumph, as he pass'd along.
+
+ But when dark nights began t'appear,
+ In vain he sought some shelter near,
+ And well he knew he could not bear
+ To sleep out in the open air.
+
+ The grass felt damp and raw,
+ Much colder than his master's straw,
+ Yet on it he was forc'd to stretch,
+ A poor, cold, melancholy wretch.
+
+ The night was dark, the country hilly,
+ Poor Dobbin felt extremely chilly;
+ Perhaps a feeling like remorse
+ Just now might sting this truant horse.
+
+ As soon as day began to dawn,
+ Dobbin, with long and weary yawn,
+ Arose from this his sleepless night,
+ But in low spirits and bad plight.
+
+ "If this" (thought he) "is all I get,
+ A bed unwholesome, cold and wet,
+ And thus forlorn about to roam,
+ I think I'd better be at home."
+
+ 'Twas long ere Dobbin could decide
+ Betwixt his wishes and his pride,
+ Whether to live in all this danger,
+ Or go back sneaking to the manger.
+
+ At last his struggling pride gave way,
+ To thought of savoury oats and hay
+ To hungry stomach, was a reason
+ Unanswerable at this season.
+
+ So off he set, with look profound,
+ Right glad that he was homeward bound;
+ And, trotting fast as he was able,
+ Soon gain'd once more his master's stable.
+
+ Now Dobbin, after his disaster,
+ Never again forsook his master,
+ Convinc'd he'd better let him mount.
+ Than travel on his own account.
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+[Illustration: Doggie Feeding Gee Gee.]
+
+
+[Page 169--Donkey Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Oh! What a Long Donkey.]
+
+
+ The Cottager's Donkey
+
+ No wonder the Cottager
+ Looks with Pride
+ On the well-fed donkey
+ That stands at his side;
+ For he works, and he lives
+ As hard as he,
+ And a creature more useful
+ There cannot be.
+
+ He knows the Cottager's
+ Wife and child,
+ And he loves to play
+ With that dog so wild;
+ And though sometimes
+ So staid and still,
+ He can roll in the meadow
+ With right good will.
+
+ He knows the road
+ To the market well,
+ Where garden vegetables
+ He goes to sell:
+ And though it is hilly,
+ And far, and rough,
+ He thinks--for a donkey,
+ It's well enough.
+
+ So he trudges along,
+ And little he cares
+ How hard he works,
+ Or how ill he fares!
+ Content when his home
+ Appears in sight,
+ If his kindly master
+ Smiles at night.
+
+ S. V. Dodds
+
+
+ The Donkey
+
+ Poor Donkey! I'll give him
+ A handful of grass;
+ I'm sure he's an honest,
+ Though stupid, old ass.
+ He trots to the market
+ To carry the sack,
+ And lets me ride all the
+ Way home on his back;
+ And only just stops
+ By the ditch for a minute,
+ To see if there's any
+ Fresh grass for him in it.
+
+ 'Tis true, now and then
+ He has got a bad trick
+ Of standing stock-still,
+ And just trying to kick:
+ But then, poor old fellow!
+ You know he can't tell
+ That standing stock-still
+ Is not using me well;
+ For it never comes into
+ His head, I dare say,
+ To do his work first,
+ And then afterwards play.
+
+ No, no, my good donkey!
+ I'll give you some grass,
+ For you know no better,
+ Because you're an ass;
+ But what little donkeys
+ Some children must look,
+ Who stand, very like you,
+ Stock-still at their book,
+ And waste every moment
+ Of time as it passes--
+ A great deal more stupid
+ And silly than asses!
+
+
+ The Ride
+
+ Up and down on Neddy's back,
+ Taking turns they go,
+ Part the time with trot so fast,
+ Part with pace so slow.
+
+ Little sisters side by side,
+ Sharing each the fun and ride.
+ Neddy thinks, "it can't hurt me,
+ But gives the children fun, you see."
+ And so he lends himself that they
+ May happy be this pleasant day.
+
+
+ Old Jack, the Donkey
+
+ Old Jack was as sleek
+ And well looking an ass
+ As ever on common
+ Munched thistle or grass;
+ And--though 'twas not gaudy,
+ That jacket of brown--
+ Was the pet of the young
+ And the pride of the town.
+
+ And indeed he might well
+ Look so comely and trim,
+ When his young master, Joe,
+ Was so gentle to him;
+ For never did child
+ More affection beget
+ Than was felt by young Joe
+ For his four-footed pet.
+
+ Joe groomed him and fed him,
+ And, each market day,
+ Would talk to his darling
+ The whole of the way;
+ And Jack before dawn
+ Would be pushing the door,
+ As though he would say,
+ "Up Joe; slumber no more."
+
+ One day Jack was wandering
+ Along the roadside,
+ When an urchin the donkey
+ Maliciously eyed;
+ And aiming too surely
+ At Jack a sharp stone,
+ It struck the poor beast
+ Just below the shin bone.
+
+ Joe soothed and caressed him
+ And coaxed him until
+ They came to a stream
+ By the side of the hill;
+ And with cool water
+ He washed the swoll'n limb,
+ And after this fashion
+ Kept talking to him:--
+
+ "Poor Jack did they pelt him--
+ The cowards, so sly!
+ I wish I'd been there,
+ With my stick, standing by:
+ It doesn't bleed now--
+ 'Twill be well in a trice;
+ There, let me just wash it--
+ Now isn't that nice?"
+
+ And Jack nestled down
+ With his soft velvet nose,
+ And close as he could,
+ Under Joe's ragged clothes;
+ And he looked at his master,
+ As though he would say--
+ "I'm sure I can never
+ Your kindness repay."
+
+ S. W. P.
+
+
+ The Donkey's Song
+
+ "Please, Mr Donkey, Sing a song,"
+ A black-bird said, one day.
+ The don-key o-pened wide his mouth,
+ The black-bird flew a-way.
+
+
+ The Ass
+
+ The Ass, when treated well by man,
+ To pleas him will do all he can;
+ But if his master uses him ill,
+ He will not work, but stand stock-still,
+
+ To market he will carry peas,
+ And coals, or any thing you please;
+ He is not over-nice with meat,
+ For thorns and thistles he will eat.
+
+ He drinks no water but what's clean;
+ His nose he puts not in the stream;
+ His feet he does not like to wet,
+ But out of dirty roads will get.
+
+
+ Poor Donkey's Epitaph
+
+ Down in this ditch poor donkey lies,
+ Who jogg'd with many a load;
+ And till the day death clos'd his eyes,
+ Brows'd up and down this road.
+
+ No shelter had he for his head,
+ Whatever winds might blow;
+ A neighb'ring commons was his bed,
+ Tho' drest in sheets of snow.
+
+ In this green ditch he often stray'd
+ To nip the dainty grass;
+ And friendly invitations bray'd
+ To some more hungry ass.
+
+ Each market-day he jogg'd along
+ Beneath the gard'ner's load,
+ And snor'd out many a donkey's song
+ To friends upon the road.
+
+ A tuft of grass, a thistle green,
+ Or cabbage-leaf so sweet,
+ Were all the dainties, he was seen
+ For twenty years to eat.
+
+ And as for sport, the sober soul
+ Was such a steady Jack,
+ He only now and then would roll,
+ Heels upward, on his back.
+
+ But all his sport, and dainties too,
+ And labours now are o'er.
+ Last night so bleak a tempest blew,
+ He could withstand no more.
+
+ He felt his feeble limbs grow cold,
+ His blood was freezing slow,
+ And presently you might behold
+ Him dead upon the snow.
+
+ Poor donkey! travellers passing by,
+ Thy cold remains shall view;
+ And 'twould be well if all who die
+ To duty were as true.
+
+ Anne Taylor
+
+
+[Page 170--Moo Moo Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Oh my! What an Awful Long Cow.]
+
+
+ The Cow and The Ass
+
+ Beside a green meadow
+ A stream us'd to flow,
+ So clear one might see
+ The white pebbles below;
+ To this cooling brook
+ The warm cattle would stray,
+ To stand in the shade,
+ On a hot summer's day.
+
+ A cow, quite oppress'd
+ With the heat of the sun,
+ Came here to refresh
+ As she often had done,
+ And standing quite still,
+ Leaning over the stream,
+ Was musing, perhaps;
+ Or perhaps she might dream.
+
+ But soon a brown ass,
+ Of respectable look
+ Came trotting up also,
+ To taste of the brook,
+ And to nibble a few
+ Of the daisies and grass.
+ "How d'ye do?" said the cow:
+ "How d'ye do?" said the ass.
+
+ "Take a seat," cried the cow,
+ Gently waving her hand.
+ "By no means, dear madam,"
+ Said he, "while you stand."
+ Then stooping to drink,
+ With a complaisant bow,
+ "Ma'am, your health." said the ass;
+ "Thank you, sir," said the cow.
+
+ When a few of these compliments
+ More had been pass'd,
+ They laid themselves down
+ On the herbage at last;
+ And waited politely
+ (As gentlemen must),
+ The ass held his tongue,
+ That the cow might speak first.
+
+ Then, with a deep sigh,
+ She directly began,
+ "Don't you think, Mr. Ass,
+ We are injured by man?
+ 'Tis a subject that lies
+ With a weight on my mind:
+ We certainly are much
+ Oppress'd by mankind.
+
+ "Now what is the reason
+ (I see none at all)
+ That I always must go
+ When Suke pleases to call?
+ Whatever I'm doing
+ ('Tis certainly hard),
+ I'm forc'd to leave off
+ To be milked in the yard.
+
+ "I've no will of my own,
+ But must do as they please,
+ And give them my milk
+ To make butter and cheese;
+ I've often a great mind
+ To kick down the pail,
+ Or give Suke a box
+ On the ears with my tail."
+
+ "But ma'am," said the ass,
+ "Not presuming to teach--
+ O dear, I beg pardon--
+ Pray finish your speech;
+ I thought you had finish'd,
+ Indeed," said the swain,
+ "Go on, and I'll not
+ Interrupt you again."
+
+ "Why, sir, I was only
+ Just going to observe,
+ I'm resolved that these tyrants
+ No longer I'll serve;
+ But leave them for ever
+ To do as they please,
+ And look somewhere else
+ For their butter and cheese."
+
+ Ass waited a moment,
+ To see if she'd done,
+ And then, "Not presuming
+ To teach," he begun.
+ "With submission, dear madam,
+ To your better wit,
+ I own I am not quite
+ Convinced by it yet.
+
+ "That you're of great service
+ To them is quite true,
+ But surely they are
+ Of some service to you.
+ 'Tis their pleasant meadow
+ In which you regale;
+ They feed you in winter,
+ When grass and weeds fail.
+
+ "And then a warm cover
+ They always provide,
+ Dear madam, to shelter
+ Your delicate hide,
+ For my own part, I know
+ I receive much from man,
+ And for him, in return,
+ I do all I can."
+
+ The cow, upon this,
+ Cast her eyes on the grass,
+ Not pleas'd at thus being
+ Reproved by an ass,
+ Yet, thought she, "I'm determined
+ I'll benefit by't,
+ For I really believe
+ That the fellow is right."
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+ The Cow
+
+ Come, children, listen to me now,
+ And you will hear about the cow;
+ You'll find her useful, alive or dead,
+ Whether she's black, or white, or red.
+
+ When milkmaids milk her morn and night
+ She gives them milk so fresh and white,
+ And this we, little children, think
+ Is very nice for us to drink.
+
+ The curdled milk they press and squeeze,
+ And so they make it into cheese;
+ The cream they skim and shake in churns,
+ And then it soon to butter turns.
+
+ And when she's dead, her flesh is good,
+ For beef is a very wholesome food,
+ But though 'twill make us brave and strong,
+ To eat too much, you know, is wrong.
+
+ Her skin, with lime and bark together,
+ The tanner tans, and makes into leather,
+ And without that, what should we do
+ For soles of every boot and shoe?
+
+ The shoemaker cuts it with his knife
+ And bound the tops are by his wife;
+ And so they nail them to the last,
+ And then they stitch them tight and fast.
+
+ The hair that grows upon her back
+ Is taken, whether white or black,
+ And mix'd with plaster, short or long,
+ Which makes it very firm and strong.
+
+ And, last of all, if cut with care,
+ Her horns make combs to comb our hair;
+ And so we learn--thanks to our teachers--
+ That cows are very useful creatures.
+
+
+[Illustration: Bad Boys Painting a Poor White Cow.]
+
+
+[Page 171--Moo Moo Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Dancing Cow.]
+
+
+ The Cowboy's Song
+
+ "Mooly cow, mooly cow,
+ Home from the wood
+ They sent me to fetch you
+ As fast as I could.
+ The sun has gone down--
+ It is time to go home,
+ Mooly cow, mooly cow,
+ Why don't you come?
+ Your udders are full,
+ And the milkmaid is there,
+ And the children are all waiting,
+ Their suppers to share.
+ I have let the long bars down--
+ Why don't you pass thro'"
+ The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"
+
+ "Mooly cow, mooly cow,
+ Have you not been
+ Regaling all day
+ Where the pastures are green?
+ No doubt it was pleasant,
+ Dear Mooly, to see
+ The clear running brook
+ And the wide-spreading tree,
+ The clover to crop,
+ And the streamlet to wade,
+ To drink the cool water
+ And lie in the shade;
+ But now it is night--
+ They are waiting for you."
+ The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"
+
+ "Mooly cow, mooly cow,
+ Where do you go
+ When all the green pastures
+ Are covered in with snow?
+ You can go to the barn,
+ And we feed you with hay,
+ And the maid goes to milk
+ You there, every day;
+ She pats you, she loves you,
+ She strokes your sleek hide,
+ She speaks to you kindly,
+ And sits by your side:
+ Then come along home,
+ Pretty Mooly cow, do."
+ The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"
+
+ "Mooly cow, mooly cow,
+ Whisking your tail
+ The milkmaid is waiting,
+ I say, with her pail;
+ She tucks up her petticoats,
+ Tidy and neat,
+ And places the three-legged
+ Stool for her seat.
+ What can you be staring at,
+ Mooly? You know
+ That we ought to have gone
+ Home an hour ago.
+ How dark it is growing!
+ O, what shall I do?"
+ The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!"
+
+
+ That Calf
+
+ To the yard, by the barn,
+ Came the farmer one morn,
+ And calling the cattle, he said,
+ While they trembled with fright:
+ "Now which of you, last night,
+ Shut the barn door while I was abed?"
+ Each one of them all shook his head.
+
+ Now the little calf Spot,
+ She was down in the lot,
+ And the way the rest talked was a shame;
+ For no one, night before,
+ Saw her shut up the door;
+ But they said that she did, all the same,
+ For they always made her take the blame.
+
+ Said the horse (dapple gray),
+ "I was not up that way
+ Last night, as I recollect;"
+ And the bull, passing by,
+ Tossed his horns very high,
+ And said, "Let who may be here object,
+ I say this, that calf I suspect.
+
+ Then out spoke the cow,
+ "It is terrible now,
+ To accuse honest folks of such tricks."
+ Said the cock in the tree,
+ "I'm sure 'twasn't me;"
+ And the sheep all cried, "Bah! (there were six)
+ Now that calf's got herself in a fix."
+
+ "Why, of course we all knew
+ 'Twas the wrong thing to do,"
+ Said the chickens. "Of course," said the cat.
+ "I suppose," cried the mule,
+ Some folks think me a fool,
+ But I'm not quite as simple as that;
+ The poor calf never knows what she's at."
+
+ Just that moment, the calf,
+ Who was always the laugh
+ And the jest of the yard, came in sight.
+ "Did you shut my barn door?"
+ Asked the farmer once more,
+ "I did, sir, I closed it last night,"
+ Said the calf; "and I thought that was right."
+
+ Then each one shook his head,
+ "She will catch it," they cried,
+ "Serves her right for her meddlesome ways."
+ Said the farmer, "Come here,
+ Little bossy, my dear,
+ You have done what I cannot repay,
+ And your fortune is made from to-day.
+
+ "For a wonder, last night,
+ I forgot the door quite,
+ And if you had not shut it so neat,
+ All my colts had slipped in,
+ And gone right to the bin,
+ And got what they ought not to eat,
+ They'd have founded themselves on wheat."
+
+ The each hoof of them
+ All began to loudly to bawl,
+ The very mule smiled, the cock crew;
+ "Little Spotty, my dear,
+ You're a favourite here,"
+ They cried, "we all said it was you,
+ We were so glad to give you your due."
+ And the calf answered knowingly, "Boo!"
+
+ Phoebe Cary
+
+
+[Illustration: The Sea-Cow Walking.]
+
+
+[Page 172--Baa Baa Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl feeding Pet Lamb.]
+
+
+ The Lost Lamb
+
+ Storm upon the mountain,
+ Rainy torrents beating,
+ And the little snow-white lamb,
+ Bleating, ever bleating!
+ Storm upon the mountain,
+ Night upon its throne,
+ And the little snow-white lamb,
+ Left alone, alone!
+
+ Down the glen the shepherd
+ Drives his flock afar;
+ Through the murky mist and cloud,
+ Shines no beacon star.
+ Fast he hurries onward,
+ Never hears the moan
+ Of the pretty snow-white lamb,
+ Left alone, alone!
+
+ Up the glen he races,
+ Breasts the bitter wind,
+ Scours across the plain, and leaves
+ Wood and wold behind;--
+ Storm upon the mountain,
+ Night upon its throne--
+ There he finds the little lamb,
+ Left alone, alone!
+
+ Struggling, panting, sobbing,
+ Kneeling on the ground,
+ Round the pretty creature's neck
+ Both his arms were wound;
+ Soon, within his bosom,
+ All its bleatings done,
+ Home he bears the little lamb,
+ Left alone, alone!
+
+ Oh! the happy faces,
+ By the shepherd's fire!
+ High without the tempest roars,
+ But the laugh rings higher,
+ Young and old together
+ Make that joy their own--
+ In their midst the little lamb,
+ Left alone, alone!
+
+ T. Westwood
+
+
+ The Pet Lamb
+
+ The dew was falling fast,
+ The stars began to blink;
+ I heard a voice; it said,
+ "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
+ And looking o'er the hedge
+ Before me I espied
+ A snow-white mountain lamb,
+ With a maiden by its side.
+
+ Nor sheep nor kine were near;
+ The lamb was all alone,
+ And by a slender cord
+ Was tethered to a stone;
+ With one knee on the grass
+ Did the little maiden kneel,
+ While to this mountain lamb.
+ She gave its evening meal.
+
+ "What ails thee, young one; what?
+ Why pull so at thy cord?
+ Is it not well with thee?
+ Well both for bed and board?
+ Thy plot of grass is soft,
+ And green as grass can be;
+ Rest, little young one, rest;
+ What is't that aileth thee?
+
+ "What is it thou would'st seek?
+ What is wanting to thy heart?
+ Thy limbs, are they not strong?
+ And beautiful thou art.
+ This grass is tender grass;
+ These flowers they have no peers;
+ And that green corn all day long
+ Is rustling in they ears!
+
+ "Rest little young one, rest;
+ Hast thou forgot the day
+ Why my father found the first
+ In places far away;
+ Many flocks were on the hills,
+ But thou wert owned by none,
+ And thy mother from thy side
+ For evermore was gone.
+
+ "He took thee in his arms,
+ And in pity brought thee home;
+ Oh! blessed day for thee!
+ Then whither would'st thou roam?
+ A faithful nurse thou hast;
+ The dam that did the yean
+ Upon the mountain top
+ No kinder could have been.
+
+ "Thou know'st that thrice a day
+ I have brought thee in this can
+ Fresh water from the brook,
+ As clear as ever ran.
+ And twice, too, in the day,
+ When the ground is wet with dew,
+ I bring thee draughts of milk--
+ Warm milk it is, and new.
+
+ "Here, then, thou need'st not dread
+ The raven in the sky;
+ Night and day thou'rt safe;
+ Our cottage is hard by.
+ Why bleat so after me?
+ Why pull so at thy chain?
+ Sleep, and at break of day,
+ I will come to thee again."
+
+ Wordsworth
+
+
+ A Visit to the Lambs
+
+ Mother, let's go and see the lambs;
+ This warm and sunny day
+ I think must make them very glad,
+ And full of fun and play.
+
+ Ah, there they are. You pretty things!
+ Now, don't you run away;
+ I'm come on purpose, that I am,
+ To see you this fine day.
+
+ What pretty little heads you've got,
+ And such good-natured eyes!
+ And ruff of wool all round your necks--
+ How nicely curl'd it lies!
+
+ Come here, my little lambkin, come,
+ And lick my hand--now do!
+ How silly to be so afraid!
+ Indeed I won't hurt you.
+
+ Just put your hand upon its back,
+ Mother, how nice and warm!
+ There, pretty lamb, you see I don't
+ Intend to do you harm.
+
+ Easy Poetry
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl embracing Lamb.]
+
+
+[Page 173--Baa Baa Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl leading lamb.]
+
+
+ The Pet Lamb
+
+ Once on a time, a shepherd lived
+ Within a cottage small;
+ The grey thatched roof was shaded by
+ An elm-tree dark and tall;
+ While all around, stretched far away,
+ A wild and lonesome moor,
+ Except a little daisied field
+ Before the trellised door.
+
+ Now, it was on a cold March day,
+ When on the moorland wide
+ The shepherd found a trembling lamb
+ By its mother's side;
+ And so pitiful it bleated,
+ As with the cold it shook,
+ He wrapped it up beneath his coat,
+ And home the poor lamb took.
+
+ He placed it by the warm fireside,
+ And then his children fed
+ This little lamb, whose mother died,
+ With milk and sweet brown bread,
+ Until it ran about the floor,
+ Or at the door would stand;
+ And grew so tame, it ate its food
+ From out the children's hand.
+
+ It followed them where'er they went,
+ Came ever at their call,
+ And dearly was this pretty lamb
+ Beloved by them all.
+ And often on a market-day,
+ When cotters crossed the moor,
+ They stopped to praise the snow-white lamb,
+ Beside the cottage door;
+
+ They patted it upon its head,
+ And stroked it with the hand,
+ And vowed it was the prettiest lamb
+ They'd seen in all the land.
+
+ Now, this kind shepherd was as ill,
+ As ill as he could be,
+ And kept his bed for many a week,
+ And nothing earned he;
+ And when he had got well again,
+ He to his wife did say,
+ "The doctor wants his money, and
+ I haven't it to pay.
+
+ "What shall we do, what can we do?
+ The doctor made me well,
+ There's only one thing can be done,
+ We must the pet lamb sell;
+ We've nearly eaten all the bread,
+ And how can we get more,
+ Unless you call the butcher in
+ When he rides by the door?"
+
+ "Oh, do not sell my white pet lamb,"
+ Then little Mary said,
+ "And every night I'll go up stairs
+ Without my tea to bed;
+ Oh! do not sell my sweet pet lamb;
+ And if you let it live,
+ The best half of my bread and milk
+ I will unto it give."
+
+ The doctor at that very time
+ Entered the cottage door,
+ As, with her arms around her lamb,
+ She sat upon the floor.
+ "For if the butcher buys my lamb,
+ He'll take away its life,
+ And make its pretty white throat bleed
+ With his sharp cruel knife;
+
+ "And never in the morning light
+ Again it will me meet,
+ Nor come again to lick my hand,
+ Look up upon me and bleat."
+ "Why do you weep, my pretty girl?"
+ The doctor then did say.
+ "Because I love my little lamb,
+ Which must be sold to-day;
+
+ It lies beside my bed at night,
+ And, oh, it is so still,
+ It never made a bit of noise
+ When father was so ill.
+ "Oh do not let them sell my lamb,
+ And then I'll go to bed,
+ And never ask for aught to eat
+
+ But a small piece of bread."
+ "I'll buy the lamb and give it you,"
+ The kind, good doctor said,
+ "And with the money that I pay
+ Your father can buy bread.
+ "As for the bill, that can remain
+ Until another year."
+ He paid the money down, and said,
+ "The lamb is yours, my dear:
+
+ You have a kind and gentle heart,
+ And God, who made us all,
+ He loveth well those who are kind
+ To creatures great and small;
+ "And while I live, my little girl,
+ Your lamb shall not be sold,
+ But play with you upon the moor,
+ And sleep within the fold."
+
+ And so the white pet lamb was saved,
+ And played upon the moor,
+ And after little Mary ran
+ About the cottage-floor.
+ It fed upon cowslips tall,
+ And ate the grass so sweet,
+ And on the little garden-walk
+ Pattered its pretty feet;
+
+ And with its head upon her lap
+ The little lamb would lay
+ Asleep beneath the elm-tree's shade,
+ Upon the summer's day,
+ While she twined the flowers around its neck,
+ And called it her, "Sweet May."
+
+ Thomas Miller
+
+
+[Illustration: Mary after two years absence does not know her own Pet
+Lamb.]
+
+
+[Page 174--Piggy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Two Pigs.]
+
+
+ The Pig, He is a Gentleman
+
+ The pig, he is a gentleman,
+ And never goes to work;
+ He eats the very best of food
+ Without knife or fork.
+
+ The pig, he is a gentleman,
+ And drinks the best of milk;
+ His clothes are good, and thick, and strong
+ And wear as well as silk.
+
+ The pig he, is a gentleman,
+ And covers up his head,
+ And looks at you with one eye,
+ And grunts beneath his bed.
+
+ He eats, and drinks, and sleeps all day
+ Just like his lady mother,
+ His father, uncle, and his aunt,
+ His sister, and his brother.
+
+ E. W. Cole
+
+
+ The Pigs
+
+ "Do look at those pigs, as they lie in the straw,"
+ Little Richard said to papa;
+ "They keep eating longer than ever I saw,
+ What nasty fat gluttons they are!"
+
+ "I see they are feasting," his father replied,
+ "They ear a great deal, I allow;
+ But let us remember, before we deride,
+ 'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.
+
+ "But when a great boy, such as you my dear Dick,
+ Does nothing but eat all the day,
+ And keeps sucking good things till he makes himself sick,
+ What a glutton, indeed, we may say.
+
+ "When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks,
+ And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;
+ Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,
+ And then he may laugh at the pigs."
+
+ J. T.
+
+
+ Five Little Pigs
+
+ Five lit-tle fingers
+ And five lit-tle pigs,
+ Of each I've a story to tell;
+ Look at their faces
+ And fun-ny curl-ed tails,
+ And hear what each one be-fell.
+
+ Ring-tail, that stead-y
+ And good lit-tle pig,
+ To mark-et set off at a trot;
+ And brought him his bas-ket
+ Quite full of nice things,
+ Con-tent-ed and pleas-ed with his lot.
+
+ Young Smil-er, the next,
+ Was a stay at home pig,
+ Lik-ed his pipe, and to sit at his ease;
+ He fell fast a-sleep,
+ Burned his nose with his pipe,
+ And a-woke with a ve-ry loud sneeze.
+
+ Num-ber three was young Long-snout
+ Who ate up the beef.
+ He was both greed-y and fat;
+ He made him-self ill
+ By eat-ing too much,
+ And then he was sor-ry for that.
+
+ And poor lit-tle Grun-ter--
+ You know he had none--
+ A pig-gy so hun-gry and sad!
+ He si-lent-ly wiped
+ The salt tears from his eyes,
+ I think it was real-ly too bad.
+
+ Young Squeak-er cried, "Wee, wee, wee,"
+ All the way home,
+ A pig-gy so fret-ful was he;
+ He got a good whip-ping,
+ Was sent off to bed,
+ And de-served it, I think you must see.
+
+ Oh, these five lit-tle pigs,
+ How they've made child-ren laugh
+ In ages and ages now past!
+ And they'll be quite as fun-ny,
+ In years yet to come,
+ While small toes and small fing-ers last.
+
+
+ The Self-willed Pig
+
+ It happened one day,
+ As the other pigs tell,
+ In the course of their walk
+ They drew near to a well,
+ So wide and so deep,
+ With so smooth a wall round,
+ That a pig tumbling in
+ Was sure to be drowned.
+
+ But a perverse little brother,
+ Foolish as ever,
+ Still boasting himself
+ Very cunning and clever,
+ Now made up his mind
+ That, whatever befell,
+ He would run on before
+ And jump over the well.
+
+ Then away he ran fast
+ To one side of the well,
+ Climbed up on the wall,
+ Slipped, and headlong he fell;
+ And now from the bottom
+ His pitiful shout
+ Was, "Oh mother! I'm in;
+ Pray do help me out!"
+
+ She ran to the side
+ When she heard his complaint,
+ And she then saw him struggling,
+ Weakly and faint,
+ Yet no help could she give!
+ But, "My children," cried she,
+ "How often I've feared
+ A sad end his would be!"
+
+ "Oh, mother, dear mother;"
+ The drowning pig cried,
+ "I see all this comes
+ Of my folly and pride!"
+ He could not speak more,
+ But he sank down and died,
+ Whilst his mother and brothers
+ Wept round the well-side!
+
+
+[Illustration: Pig Going To Market.]
+
+
+[Page 175--Piggy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: School Boy Pigs.]
+
+
+ Three Naughty Pigs
+
+ Three naughty pigs,
+ All in one pen,
+ Drank up the milk
+ Left by the men,
+ Then all the three
+ Fast as they could,
+ Dug their way out
+ To find something good.
+
+ Out in the garden
+ A maiden fair
+ Had set some flowers
+ Of beauty rare.
+
+ Out in the garden
+ A merry boy
+ Had planted seeds,
+ With childish joy,
+
+ One naughty pig
+ Ran to the bed;
+ Soon lay the flowers
+ Drooping and dead.
+
+ To naughty pigs
+ Dug up the seeds,
+ And left, for the boy,
+ Not even weeds.
+
+ Three naughty pigs,
+ Back in the pen,
+ Never could do
+ Such digging again.
+
+ For, in their noses,
+ Something would hurt
+ Whenever they tried
+ To dig in the dirt.
+
+
+ Little Biddy
+
+ Little Biddy O'Toole, on her three-legged stool,
+ Was 'atin' her praties so hot;
+ Whin up stepped the pig,
+ Wid his appetite big,
+ And Biddy got down like a shot.
+
+
+ The Spectre Pig
+
+ It was the stalwart butcher man
+ That knit his swarthy brow,
+ And said the gentle pig must die,
+ And sealed it with a vow.
+
+ And oh! it was the gentle pig
+ Lay stretched upon the ground,
+ And ah! it was the cruel knife
+ His little heart that found.
+
+ They took him then those wicked men,
+ They trailed him all along;
+ They put a stick between his lips,
+ And through his heels a thong.
+
+ And round and round an oaken beam
+ A hempen cord they flung,
+ And like a mighty pendulum
+ All solemnly he swung.
+
+ Now say thy prayers, thou sinful man
+ And think what thou hast done,
+ And read thy catechism well,
+ Thou sanguinary one.
+
+ For if its sprite should walk by night
+ It better were for thee,
+ That thou were mouldering in the ground,
+ Or bleaching in the sea.
+
+ It was the savage butcher then
+ That made a mock of sin,
+ And swore a very wicked oath,
+ He did not care a pin.
+
+ It was the butcher's youngest son,
+ His voice was broke with sighs,
+ And with his pocket handkerchief
+ He wiped his little eyes.
+
+ All young and ignorant was he,
+ But innocent and mild,
+ And, in his soft simplicity,
+ Out spoke the tender child--
+
+ "Oh! father, father, list to me;
+ The pig is deadly sick,
+ And men have hung him by his heels,
+ And fed him with a stick."
+
+ It was the naughty butcher then
+ That laughed as he would die,
+ Yet did he soothe the sorrowing child
+ And bid him not to cry.
+
+ "Oh! Nathan, Nathan, what's a pig,
+ That thou shouldst weep and wail?
+ Come bear thee like a butcher's child,
+ And thou shalt have his tail."
+
+ It was the butcher's daughter then,
+ So slender and so fair,
+ That sobbed as if her heart would break
+ And tore her yellow hair.
+
+ And thus she spoke in thrilling tone--
+ Fell fast the tear-drops big:
+ "Ah! woe to me! Alas! alas!
+ The pig! the pig! the pig!"
+
+ Then did her wicked father's lips
+ Make merry wit her woe,
+ And call her many a naughty name,
+ Because she whimpered so.
+
+ Ye need not weep, ye gentle ones,
+ In vain your tears are shed,
+ Ye cannot wash the crimson hand,
+ Ye cannot sooth the dead.
+
+ The bright sun folded on his breast,
+ His robes of rosey flame,
+ And softly over all the west
+ The shades of evening came.
+
+ He slept, and troops of murdered pigs
+ Were busy in his dreams;
+ Loud rang their wild, unearthly shrieks,
+ Wide yawned their mortal seams.
+
+ The clock struck twelve; the dead hath heard;
+ He opened both his eyes,
+ And sullenly he shook his tail
+ To lash the feeding flies.
+
+ One quiver of the hempen cord--
+ One struggle and one bound--
+ With stiffened limb and leaded eye,
+ The pig was on the ground.
+
+ And straight towards the sleeper's house
+ His fearful way he wended;
+ And hooting owl, and hovering bat,
+ On midnight wing attended.
+
+ Back flew the bolt, uprose the latch,
+ And open swung the door,
+ And little mincing feet were heard
+ Pat, pat, along the floor.
+
+ Two hoofs upon the sanded floor,
+ And two upon the bed;
+ And they are breathing side by side,
+ The living and the dead.
+
+ "Now wake, now wake, thou butcher man!
+ What makes your cheeks so pale?
+ Take hold! take hold! thou dost not fear
+ To clasp a spectre's tail?"
+
+ Untwisted every winding coil;
+ The shuddering wretch took hold,
+ Till like an icicle it seemed,
+ So tapering and so cold.
+
+ "Thou com'st with me, thou butcher man!"
+ He strives to loose his grasp,
+ But, faster than the clinging vine,
+ Those twining spirals clasp.
+
+ And open, open, swung the door,
+ And fleeter than the wind,
+ The shadowy spectre swept before,
+ The butcher trailed behind.
+
+ Fast fled the darkness of the night,
+ And morn rose faint and dim;
+ They called full loud, they knocked full long
+ They did not waken him.
+
+ Straight, straight towards that oaken beam,
+ A trampled pathway ran;
+ A ghastly shape was swinging there--
+ It was the butcher man.
+
+ O. W. Holmes
+
+
+[Page 176--Piggy Land]
+
+
+ Little Dame Crump
+
+ Little Dame Crump,
+ With her little hair broom,
+ One morning was sweeping
+ Her little bedroom,
+ When, casting he little
+ Grey eyes on the ground,
+ In a sly little corner
+ A penny she found.
+
+ "Dear me!" cried the Dame,
+ While she started with surprise,
+ "How lucky I am
+ To find such a prize!
+ To market I'll go,
+ And a pig I will buy,
+ And little John Grubbins
+ Shall make him a sty."
+
+ So she washed her face clean,
+ And put on her gown,
+ And locked up the house,
+ And set off for town.
+ Then to market she went,
+ And a purchase she made
+ Of a little white pig,
+ And a penny she paid.
+
+ Having purchased the pig,
+ She was puzzled to know
+ How they both should get home;
+ So fearing least piggie
+ Should play her a trick,
+ She drove him along
+ With a little crab stick.
+
+ Piggie ran till they came
+ To the foot of a hill,
+ Where a little bridge stood
+ O'er the stream of a mill;
+ Piggie grunted and squeaked,
+ But not further would go:
+ Oh, fie! Piggie, fie!
+ To serve little Dame so.
+
+ She went to the mill,
+ And she borrowed a sack
+ To put the pig in,
+ And take him on her back:
+ Piggie squeaked to get out,
+ But the little Dame said,
+ "If you won't go of yourself,
+ You then must be made."
+
+ At last when the end
+ Of her journey had come,
+ She was awfully glad
+ She had got the pig home:
+ She carried him straight
+ To his nice little sty,
+ And gave him some hay
+ And some straw, nice and dry.
+
+ With a handful of peas
+ Then Piggie she fed,
+ And put on her night-cap,
+ And got into bed:
+ Having first said her prayers,
+ And put out the light;
+ And being quite tired,
+ We'll wish her good night.
+
+
+ The Chinese Pig
+
+ Old Madam Grumph, the pig, had got
+ A pig-sty of her own;
+ She is a most un-com-mon pig,
+ And likes to live alone.
+
+ A red-tiled roofing covers in
+ The one half of her sty;
+ And, half sur-round-ed by a wall,
+ Is open to the sky.
+
+ There stands the trough, they keep it fill'd
+ With pig-wash and with parings;
+ And all the other pigs declare
+ Dame Grumph has dainty fairings.
+
+ They like to see what she's about,
+ And poke their noses through
+ A great hole in the pig-sty door,
+ From whence they get a view.
+
+ The pigs, that run about the yard,
+ Are very lean and tall,
+ With long hind legs--but Madam Grumph
+ Is round as any ball.
+
+ One autumn day, when she awoke
+ ('Twas very cold and raw),
+ She found a litter of young pigs
+ Half buried in the straw.
+
+ "Humph," said the dame, "now let me see
+ How many have I got."
+ She counted, "Six and four are ten,--
+ Two dead ones in the lot.
+
+ "Eight--That's a nice round family;
+ A black one and two white;
+ The rest are spotted like myself,
+ With prick ears--that's all right.
+
+ "What's to be done with those dead things,
+ They'd better be thrown out,"
+ Said she, and packed the litter round
+ The others with her snout.
+
+ "What's that, old Grumphy?" said a pig,
+ Whose snout peeped through the door;
+ "There's something moving in the straw
+ I never saw before."
+
+ "I wish you'd mind your own affairs,"
+ Said she, and stepp'd between
+ The young pigs and the pig-sty door,
+ Not wishing to be seen.
+
+ "I hope you slept well," said the pig,
+ "The wind was very high;
+ You are most comfortably lodged--
+ A most con-ve-ni-ent sty."
+
+ "I thought I told you once before
+ To mind your own affairs,"
+ Said she, and bristling up her back,
+ She bit the lean pig's ears.
+
+ "Squeak," said the bitten pig, "sque-e-ak,
+ Old Grumphy's biting hard;"
+ And all the lean pigs scamp-ed'd up
+ From all sides of the yard.
+
+ They grumbled and they grunted loud,
+ The squeak'd in every key;
+ At last another pig peep'd through,
+ To see what he could see.
+
+ Dame Grumph was standing by her pigs,
+ And looking very proud,
+ And all the little piggy-wigs
+ Were squeaking very loud.
+
+ "These lovely creatures," said old Grumph,
+ "These lovely pigs are mine;
+ There're fat and pink like human babes,
+ Most pro-mi-sing young swine."
+
+ "Indeed," ex-claim'd the peeping pig,
+ "I never should have thought,
+ They were so very promising."
+ Old Grumphy gave a snort.
+
+ "They're of a most dis-tin-guished race;
+ My mother and her brother
+ Were both im-por-ted from Pekin,--
+ My pigs are like my mother.
+
+ "They never shall as-so-ci-ate
+ With long-legged pigs like you."
+ Said she, ad-dress-ing the lean pig,
+ Whose snout was peeping through.
+
+ "Begging your pardon, ma'am
+ I really think," said he,
+ "The dif-fer-ence is not so great
+ As it appears to be.
+
+ "If you and I were bacon, ma'am
+ The dif-fer-ence between
+ An Irish and a Chinese pig
+ Would hardly then be seen.
+
+ "Give me your comfortable sty,
+ And some of your nice food,
+ Our little fa-mi-lies might prove
+ In-dif-fer-ent-ly good."
+
+ Aunt Effie's Rhymes
+
+
+[Illustration: Madam Grump and Her Babies.]
+
+
+[Page 177--Piggy Land]
+
+
+ The Old Woman and Her Pig
+
+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:--
+
+ "Dog, dog, bite pig;
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the dog would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met a stick, and said:
+
+ "Stick, stick, beat dog; dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the stick would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met a fire, and said:
+
+ "Fire, fire, burn stick; stick won't beat dog,
+ Dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the fire would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met some water, and said:
+
+ "Water, water, quench fire,
+ Fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the water would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met an ox, and said:
+
+ "Ox, ox, drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the ox would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met a butcher, and said:
+
+ "Butcher, butcher, kill ox,
+ Ox won't drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the butcher would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met a rope, and said:
+
+ "Rope, rope, hang butcher.
+ Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the butcher would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met a rat, and said:
+
+ "Rat, rat, gnaw rope;
+ Rope won't hang butcher,
+ Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+ But the rat would not.
+
+She went a little farther and met a cat, and said:
+
+ "Cat, cat, kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope,
+ Rope won't hang butcher,
+ Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+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:
+
+ "Cow, cow, give me some milk, cat won't kill rat,
+ Rat won't gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher,
+ Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+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."
+
+So away the old woman went to the haymakers and said:
+
+ "Haymakers, give me a wisp of hay;
+ Cow won't give me milk, cat won't kill rat,
+ Rat won't gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher,
+ Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,
+ Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,
+ Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig,
+ Piggy won't get over the stile,
+ And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: The Flying Pig.]
+
+
+ The Flying Pig
+
+ Dickery, dickery dare,
+ The pig flew up in the air,
+ But Patrick Brown soon brought him down,
+ Dickery, dickery, dare.
+
+
+ The Story of the Three Little Pigs
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+"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."
+
+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."
+
+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?"
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Page 178--Rabbit Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Gentlemen Rabbits.]
+
+
+ The Wild Rabbits
+
+ Among the sand-hills,
+ Near by the sea,
+ Wild young rabbits
+ Were seen by me.
+
+ They live in burrows
+ With winding-ways,
+ And there they shelter
+ On rainy days.
+
+ The mother rabbits
+ Make cosy nests,
+ With hairy linings
+ From their breasts.
+
+ The tender young ones
+ Are nursed and fed,
+ And safely hidden
+ In this warm bed.
+
+ And when they are older,
+ They all come out
+ Upon the sand-hills
+ And frisk about.
+
+ They play and nibble
+ The long, dry grass,
+ But scamper away
+ Whenever you pass.
+
+
+ Disobedient Bunny
+
+ A pert little rabbit,
+ Once lived in a hole,
+ And just did whatever he pleased;
+ His ways were so funny,
+ His antics so droll,
+ That his parents were terribly teased.
+
+ "Now, dear," said his mother,
+ "You'd best stay at home,
+ And try to be patient and good."
+ But No! he was fully
+ Determined to roam
+ Through the green and beautiful wood.
+
+ So what did he do?
+ On a fine summer day,
+ When mother was not to be seen,
+ He took to his heels,
+ And scampered away
+ Right over the meadow so green.
+
+ He shook his long ears,
+ And he whisked up his tail,
+ His eyes dancing with glee,
+ As onward he ran
+ Through a beautiful vale,
+ And oh! how delighted was he!
+
+ 'Twas not very long
+ Till he found a haystack,
+ Where of course there was shelter and food.
+ Said he to himself,
+ "Now, I'll never go back
+ To my stupid old home in the wood.
+
+ "I'll dig myself a nice den
+ For myself in the hay;
+ How warm it will be and how nice!
+ Why in my old burrow
+ Full many a day
+ I've often felt colder than ice!"
+
+ So bunny soon dug him
+ A nice little hole,
+ And made it as round as an O;
+ And really he looked
+ So exceedingly droll,
+ You'd have laughed had you seen him, I know.
+
+ But evening drew on,
+ It was lonely and dark,
+ So Bunny lay down in his den;
+ Said he to himself,
+ "I'll get up with the lark,
+ And won't I be ravenous then!
+
+ "For really this hay,
+ Though it does for a nest,
+ Is somewhat too dry for my food;
+ At home there is clover,
+ The thing I love best,
+ And lettuce and carrots so good.
+
+ "I wish I had some
+ At this moment! but then
+ I'm out on my travels just now,
+ And I greatly prefer
+ To reside in this den,
+ Than at home where there's often a row!
+
+ "Ah, well! I feel sleepy,
+ I'd best go to bed--
+ But what is that noise that I hear?
+ There seems to be someone
+ Right over my head,
+ I hope that no wild beasts are near!"
+
+ Meanwhile an old fox
+ With a great bushy tail
+ Was prowling about and around,
+ But poor little Bunny
+ Was hidden so well
+ That never a bit was he found!
+
+ When morning had come,
+ And the fox disappeared,
+ Then Bunny came forth to the light,
+ Said he to himself,
+ "It was just as I feared,
+ A fox has been here through the night.
+
+ "I think I had better
+ Go scampering home
+ To the dear little home in the wood,
+ And never, oh never
+ Again will I roam,
+ Or leave my dear mother so good."
+
+ Away then he ran,
+ Without once looking back,
+ Till he saw the dear home he loved best.
+ And mother came hopping
+ Along the hard track
+ To welcome him home to the nest.
+
+ And, oh! such a breakfast
+ Before him there lay,
+ Such clover and grass from the wood;
+ And always I've heard,
+ From that terrible day,
+ That Bunny is patient and good.
+
+ B. R. McKean
+
+
+ The Pet Rabbit
+
+ I have a little Bunny
+ With his coat as soft as down,
+ And nearly all of him is white
+ Except one bit of brown.
+ The first thing in the morning,
+ When I get out of bed,
+ I wonder if my bunny's still
+ Safe in his shed.
+
+ And then the next thing that I do,
+ I daresay you have guessed;
+ It's at once to go and see him,
+ When I am washed and dressed.
+ And every day I see him,
+ I like him more and more,
+ And each day he is bigger
+ Than he was the day before.
+
+ I feed him in the morning
+ With bran and bits of bread.
+ And every night I take some straw
+ To make his little bed.
+ What with carrots in the morning
+ And turnip-tops for tea,
+ If a bunny can be happy,
+ I'm sure he ought to be.
+
+ Then when it's nearly bed-time
+ I go down to his shed,
+ And say "Good-night, you bunny!"
+ Before I go to bed,
+ I think there's only one thing
+ That would make me happy quite,
+ If I could take my bunny dear
+ With me to bed at night.
+
+ Robert Mack
+
+
+[Illustration: A Working Rabbit.]
+
+
+[Page 179--Hare Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Mouse and Frog riding Hare.]
+
+
+ The Little Hare
+
+ Beyond the palings of the park
+ A Hare had made her form,
+ Beneath a drooping fern, that made
+ A shelter snug and warm.
+
+ She slept until the daylight came,
+ And all thinks were awake,
+ And then the Hare, with noiseless steps,
+ Crept softly from the brake.
+
+ She stroked her whiskers with her paws,
+ Looked timidly around
+ With open eyes and ears erect
+ That caught the smallest sound.
+
+ The Field-Mouse rustled in the grass,
+ The Squirrel in the trees,
+ But Puss was not at all afraid
+ Of common sounds like these.
+
+ She frisked and gambolled with delight,
+ And cropped a leaf or two
+ Of clover and of tender grass,
+ That glistened in the dew.
+
+ What was it, then, that made her start,
+ And run away so fast?
+ She heard the distant sound of hounds,
+ She heard the huntsman's blast.
+
+ Tally-ho!-hoy tally-ho!
+ The hounds are in full cry;
+ Ehew! ehew--in scarlet coats
+ The men are sweeping by.
+
+ So off she set with a spring and a bound,
+ Over the meadows and open ground,
+ Faster than hunter and faster than hound
+ And on--and on--till she lost the sound,
+ And away went the little Hare.
+
+ Aunt Effie
+
+
+ Peter and the Hare
+
+ Thoughtless little Peter,
+ With his little gun,
+ Went out by the woodside
+ For a little fun;
+ Saw a happy little hare,
+ Who on clover fed--
+ With his little gun took aim
+ And shot him in the head.
+
+ Thoughtful little Peter,
+ Sad for what he'd done,
+ Sat down on a stump, and there
+ By it laid his gun;
+ Wished that he could bring to life
+ That little hare so still;
+ "Never more," said he, "will I
+ A harmless creature kill."
+
+
+ Epitaph on a Hare
+
+ Here lies whom hound did ne'er pursue,
+ Nor swifter greyhound follow,
+ Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew
+ Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo.
+
+ Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,
+ Who, nursed with tender care,
+ And to domestic bounds confined,
+ Was still a wild Jack-hare.
+
+ Though duly from my hand he took
+ His pittance every night,
+ He did it with a jealous look,
+ And when he could he would bite.
+
+ On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,
+ On pippin's russet peel;
+ And when his juicy salads fail'd,
+ Sliced carrot pleased him well.
+
+ A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
+ Whereon he loved to bound,
+ To skip and gambol like a fawn,
+ And swing himself around.
+
+ His frisking was at evening hours
+ For then he'd lost his fear!
+ But most before approaching showers,
+ Or when a storm drew near.
+
+ Eight years and five round-rolling moons
+ He thus saw steal away,
+ Dozing out all his idle noons
+ And every night at play.
+
+ I kept him for his humour's sake,
+ For he would oft beguile
+ My heart of thoughts that made it ache,
+ And force me to a smile.
+
+ But now, beneath this walnut shade,
+ He finds his long last home,
+ And waits, in snug concealment laid
+ Till gentler puss shall come.
+
+ He, still more aged, feels the shocks
+ From which no care can save;
+ And partner once of Tiney's box,
+ Must soon partake his grave.
+
+ William Cowper
+
+
+ Punch's Appeal for the Hunted Hare
+
+ All on the bare and bleak hillside,
+ One night this merry Christmastide,
+ A shivering hunted hare did hide;
+ Poor Pussy!
+
+ Though we had hunted puss all day,
+ The wind had blown her scent away,
+ And balked the dogs, so there she lay,
+ Poor Pussy!
+
+ There to the earth she humbly crept,
+ There brooding o'er her lot she wept,
+ There, on her empty stomach she slept.
+ Poor Pussy!
+
+ And there, while frozen fell the dew,
+ She dreamt an ugly dream or two,
+ As starved, wet folk are apt to do,
+ Did Pussy!
+
+ Loud hungry hounds of subtle ken,
+ And thundering steeds, and hard-eyed men,
+ Are fast on Pussy's trail again,
+ Poor Pussy!
+
+ Onwards she strains, on, as they tear
+ Foremost amongst the foremost there,
+ Are ruthless women's faces fair;
+ Poor Pussy!
+
+ One moment's check, to left, to right,
+ In vain she spends her little might,
+ Some yokel's eyes have marked her flight,
+ Poor Pussy!
+
+ What use her fine small wits to rack!
+ Closer, and faster on her track
+ Hurries the hydra-headed pack,
+ Lost Pussy!
+
+ "For pity's sake, kind huntsman, stop!
+ Call off the dogs before I drop,
+ And kill me with your heavy crop."
+ Shrieks Pussy!
+
+ With shuddering start and stifled scream,
+ She wakes!--She finds it all a dream;
+ How kind the cold, cold earth doth seem
+ To Pussy!
+
+
+[Illustration: The Hare and the Tortoise.]
+
+
+[Page 180--Rat Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Gentleman Rat.]
+
+
+ The Pied Piper of Hamelin
+ --or--
+ The Vanished Children
+
+ Hamelin Town's in Brunswick
+ By famous Hanover city;
+ The river Weser, deep and wide,
+ Washes its wall on the southern side.
+ A pleasanter spot you never spied;
+ But, when begins my ditty,
+ Almost five hundred years ago,
+ To see the townsfolk suffer so
+ From vermin was a pity.
+
+ Rats!
+ They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
+ And bit the babies in the cradles,
+ And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
+ And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,
+ Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
+ Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
+ And even spoiled the women's chats,
+ By drowning their speaking,
+ With shrieking and squeaking
+ In fifty different sharps and flats.
+
+ At last the people in a body
+ To the Town Hall came flocking:
+ "'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy;
+ And as for our Corporation--shocking
+ To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
+ For dolts that can't or won't determine
+ What's best to rid us of our vermin!
+
+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:--
+
+ Into the street the Piper swept,
+ Smiling first a little smile,
+ As if he knew what magic slept
+ In his quiet pipe the while:
+ Then, like a musical adept,
+ To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
+ And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled
+ Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;
+ And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
+ You heard as if an army muttered;
+ And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
+ And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
+
+ Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
+ Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
+ Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
+ Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
+ Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
+ Families by tens and dozens,
+ Brothers, sisters, husbands wives--
+ Followed the Piper for their lives.
+ From street to street he piped advancing,
+ Until they came to river Weser
+ Wherein all plunged and perished
+ --Save one.
+
+ You should have heard the Hamelin people
+ Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.
+ "Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles!
+ Poke out the nests and block up the holes!
+ Consult with carpenters and builders,
+ And leave in our town not even a trace
+ Of the rats!"--when suddenly up the face
+ Of the Piper perked in the market-place,
+ With a "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"
+
+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:
+
+ "Folks who put me in a passion
+ May find me pipe to another fashion,"
+ "How?" cried the Mayor, "d'ye think I'll brook
+ Being worse treated than a crook?
+ Insulted by a lazy ribald
+ With idle pipe and vesture piebald?
+ You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,
+ Blow your pipe there till you burst!"
+ Once more he stept into the street:
+ And to his lips again
+ Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
+ And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
+ Soft notes as yet musicians cunning
+ Never gave the enraptured air),
+ There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling
+ Of merry crowds pustling, at pitching and hustling,
+ Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
+ Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering,
+ And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering,
+ Out came the children running,
+ All the little boys and girls,
+ With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
+ And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
+ Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
+ The wonderful music with shouting laughter.
+
+ The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
+ As if they were carved into blocks of wood,
+ Unable to move a step, or cry
+ To the children merrily skipping by--
+ And could only follow with the eye
+ That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.
+ But how the Mayor was on the rack,
+ And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,
+ As the Piper turned from the High street
+ To where the Weser rolled its waters
+ Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
+ However he turned from South to West,
+ And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,
+ And after him the children pressed;
+ Great was the joy in every breast.
+
+ "He never can cross that mighty top!
+ He's forced to let the piping drop,
+ And we shall see out children stop!"
+ When lo! as they reached the mountain's side,
+ A wondrous portal opened wide,
+ As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed
+ And the Piper advanced and the children followed.
+ And when all were in to the very last,
+ The door in the mountain-side shut fast,
+ Did I say all? No! one was lame,
+ And could not dance the whole of the way!
+
+ And in after years, if you would blame
+ His sadness, he was used to say--
+ "It's dull in our town since my playmates left;
+ I can't forget that I'm bereft
+ Of all they pleasant sights they see,
+ Which the Piper also promised me;
+ For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,
+ Joining the town and just at hand,
+ Where waters gushed and fruit trees grew,
+ And flowers put forth a fairer hue.
+
+
+[Page 181--Rat Land]
+
+
+ And everything was strange and new;
+ The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,
+ And their dogs outran our fellow deer,
+ And honey-bees had lost their stings;
+ And horses were born with eagles' wings,
+ And just as I became assured
+ My lame foot would be speedily cured,
+ The music stopped, and I stood still,
+ And found myself outside the Hill,
+ Left alone against my will,
+ To go now limping as before,
+ And never hear of that country more!"
+ Alas, alas for Hamelin!
+ There came into many a burgher's pate
+ A text which says, that Heaven's Gate
+ Opens to the Rich at as easy rate
+ As the needle's eye takes a camel in!
+
+ The mayor sent East, West, North and South,
+ To offer the Piper by word of mouth,
+ Wherever it was men's lot to find him,
+ Silver and gold to his heart's content,
+ If he'd only return the way he went,
+ And bring the children all behind him.
+ But at length they saw 'twas a lost endeavour,
+ For Piper and dancers were gone for ever.
+
+ Browning
+
+
+ The Wicked Bishop Hatto
+
+ The summer and autumn had been so wet
+ That in winter the corn was growing yet;
+ 'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
+ The grain lie rotting on the ground.
+
+ Every day the starving poor
+ Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door,
+ For all the neighbourhood could tell
+ His granaries were furnished well.
+
+ At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day
+ To quiet the poor without delay:
+ He bade them to his great Barn repair
+ And they should have food for the winter there.
+
+ Rejoiced such tidings good to hear,
+ The poor folk flocked from far and near;
+ So the great Barn was full as it could hold
+ Of women and children, and young and old.
+
+ Then when he saw it could hold no more,
+ Bishop Hatto he made fast the door;
+ And while for mercy with shrieks they call,
+ He set fire to the Barn and burnt them all,
+
+ "A rare and excellent bonfire!" quoth he,
+ "And the country is greatly obliged to me,
+ For ridding it in these times forlorn
+ Of Rats that only consume the corn."
+
+ So then to his palace returned he,
+ And he sat down to supper merrily,
+ And he slept that night like an innocent man;--
+ But Bishop Hatto never slept again.
+
+ In the morning as he entered the hall,
+ Where his picture hung against the wall,
+ A sweat like death all over him came,
+ For the Rats had eaten it out of the frame.
+
+ As he looked, there came a man from his farm,
+ He had a countenance white with alarm;--
+ "I opened your granaries this morn,
+ And the Rats had eaten all the corn."
+
+ Another came running presently,
+ And he was pale as pale could be;--
+ "Fly! my Lord Bishop, without delay,
+ Ten thousand rats are coming this way."
+
+ "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine," quoth he,
+ "'Tis the safest place in Germany;
+ The walls are high and the shores are steep,
+ And the stream is long and the water deep."
+
+ Bishop Hatto fearfully hastened away,
+ And he crossed the Rhine without delay,
+ And reached his tower, and barred with care
+ All the windows, doors, and loopholes there.
+
+ He laid him down, and closed his eyes.
+ But soon a scream made him arise:
+ He started, and saw two eyes of flame
+ On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.
+
+ He listened, and looked--it was only the cat;
+ But the Bishop grew more fearful for that,
+ For she sat screaming, mad with fear,
+ At the army of rats that were drawing near.
+
+ For they have swum over the river so deep,
+ And they have climed the shores so steep,
+ And up the tower their way is bent,
+ To do the work for which they were sent.
+
+ They are not to be told by the dozen or score--
+ By the thousands they come, and by myriads, and more;
+ Such numbers have never been heard of before,
+ Such a judgement had never been witnessed of yore.
+
+ Down on his knees the Bishop fell,
+ And faster and faster his beads did tell,
+ As louder and louder, drawing near,
+ The gnawing by their teeth he could hear.
+
+ And in at the windows, and in at the door,
+ And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,
+ And down from the ceiling, and up from the floor,
+ From the right and the left, from behind and before,
+ From within and without, from above and below;
+ And all at once to the Bishop they go.
+
+ They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
+ And now they pick the Bishop's bones;
+ They gnawed the flesh from every limb,
+ For they were sent to do judgement on him.
+
+ R. Southey
+
+
+ What became of them!
+
+ He was a rat, and she was a rat,
+ And down in one hole they did dwell,
+ And both were as black as a witch's cat,
+ And they loved one another well.
+
+ He had a tail, and she had a tail,
+ Both long and curling and fine,
+ And each said, "Yours is the finest tail
+ In the world, excepting mine."
+
+ He smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese,
+ And they both pronounced it good;
+ And both remarked it would greatly add
+ To the charms of their daily food.
+
+ So he ventured out, and she ventured out,
+ And I saw them go with pain;
+ But what befel them I never can tell,
+ For they never came back again.
+
+
+[Illustration: Rats Carrying Home an Egg.]
+
+
+[Page 182--Mousey Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Gingerbread Cat.]
+
+
+ The Gingerbread Cat
+
+ A baby-girl, on Christmas night
+ Had filled her little apron white
+ With all a happy child could take
+ Of Christmas toys and Christmas cake;
+
+ But on the stairway she let fall
+ The chiefest treasure of them all--
+ A little cat of gingerbread
+ All frosted white from tail to head.
+
+ Now in the moonlit midnight time,
+ When merry mice do run and climb,
+ A plump gray mouse come down the stair
+ And saw the Christmas cake-cat there.
+
+ She stood still in her cruel fright
+ And gazed upon the monster white
+ Who seemed to feel as great surprise,
+ And stared with both his raisin eyes.
+
+ Poor mousie dared not, could not stir!
+ Her little brain was in a whirr!
+ Five minutes--ten--but not a paw
+ Had puss put forth! "I never saw
+
+ A cat like this!" the poor mouse said.
+ A brave bold thought came in her head--
+ Her wee heart beating pit-a-pat,
+ She moved her own paw--touched the cat--
+
+ Then sprang upon it with a squeal
+ And made a most delicious meal
+ "Ho! ho!" she cried, "Sugar! spice!
+ And everything that's good and nice--
+
+ That's what cats are made of,
+ The cats that we're afraid of!"
+ Then up the stairs she madly pranced,
+ And o'er the attic floor she danced
+
+ And then she stood upon her head
+ And to her 'stonished friends she said,
+ "O, joy to every mouse and rat,
+ For I have eaten up the cat!"
+
+
+ The Mice
+
+ The mice are in their holes,
+ And there they hide by day;
+ But when 'tis still at night,
+ They all come out to play.
+
+ They climb up on the shelves,
+ And taste of all they please;
+ They drink the milk and cream,
+ And eat the bread and cheese.
+
+ But if they hear the cat,
+ At once they stop their fun;
+ In fright they seek their holes
+ As fast as they can run.
+
+
+ Three Mice
+
+ Three Mice went into
+ A hole to spin,
+ Puss came by,
+ Puss peeped in;
+ What are you doing,
+ My little old men?
+ We're weaving coats
+ For gentlemen.
+ Shall I come and help you
+ To wind up your threads?
+ Oh, no, Mrs. Pussy,
+ You'd bite off our heads!
+
+ Says Pussy, "You are
+ So wondrous wise
+ I love your whiskers
+ And round black eyes;
+ Your house is the prettiest
+ House I see.
+ And I think there is room
+ For you and me."
+ The mice were so pleased
+ That they opened the door,
+ And Pussy soon laid them
+ All dead on the floor.
+
+
+ "Run Mousey, Run!"
+
+ I am sitting by the fireside,
+ Reading, and very still,
+ There comes a little sharp-eyed mouse,
+ And run about he will.
+
+ He flies along the mantelpiece
+ He darts beneath the fender;
+ It's just as well that Jane's not here,
+ Or into fits he'd send her.
+
+ And now he's nibbling at some cake
+ She left upon the table.
+ He seems to think I'm somebody
+ To hurt a mouse unable.
+
+ Run, mousey, run! I hear the cat,
+ She's scratching at the door,
+ Once she comes in, you'll have no chance
+ Beneath her savage claw.
+
+ Run, mousey, run! I hear Jane's foot,
+ She's coming up to bed,
+ If puss but makes a spring at you,
+ Poor mousey, you'll be dead!
+
+
+ A Mouse Caught in a Cage
+
+ I'm only a poor little mouse, ma'am!
+ I live in the wall of your house, ma'am!
+ With a fragment of cheese, and a very few peas,
+ I was having a little carouse, ma'am!
+
+ No mischief at all I intend, ma'am!
+ I hope you will act as my friend, ma'am!
+ If my life you should take, many hearts it would break,
+ And the trouble would be without end, ma'am!
+
+ My wife lives in there in the crack, ma'am!
+ She's waiting foe me to come back, ma'am!
+ She hoped I might find a bit of rind,
+ Or the children their dinner will lack, ma'am!
+
+ I never was given to strife, ma'am!
+ (Don't look at that terrible knife, ma'am!)
+ The noise overhead that disturbs you in bed,
+ 'T is the rats, I will venture my life, ma'am!
+
+ In your eyes I see mercy I'm sure, ma'am!
+ Oh, there's no need to open the door, ma'am!
+ I'll slip through the crack, and I'll never come back,
+ Oh I'll never come back any more, ma'am!
+
+
+ The Foolish Mouse
+
+ In a crack, near the cupboard,
+ With dainties provided,
+ A certain young mouse
+ With her mother resided;
+ So securely they lived,
+ In that snug, quiet spot,
+ Any mouse in the land
+ Might have envied their lot.
+
+ But one day the young mouse,
+ Which was given to roam,
+ Having made an excursion
+ Some way from her home,
+ On a sudden returned,
+ With such joy in her eyes,
+ That her grey, sedate parent
+ Expressed some surprise,
+
+ "Oh mother," said she,
+ "The good folks of this house
+ I'm convinced, have not any
+ Ill-will to a mouse;
+ And those tales can't be true
+ You always are telling,
+ For they've been at such pains
+ To construct us a dwelling.
+
+ "The floor is of wood,
+ And the walls are of wires
+ Exactly the size that
+ One's comfort requires;
+ And I'm sure that we there
+ Shall have nothing to fear,
+ If ten cats, with kittens,
+ At once should appear.
+
+ "And then they have made
+ Such nice holes in the wall,
+ One could slip in and out,
+ With no trouble at all;
+ But forcing one through
+ Such rough crannies as these,
+ Always gives one's poor ribs
+ A most terrible squeeze.
+
+ "But the best of all is,
+ They've provided, as well,
+ A large piece of cheese,
+ Of most exquisite smell;
+ 'Twas so nice, I had put
+ In my head to go through,
+ When I thought it my duty
+ To come and fetch you."
+
+ "Ah, child," said the mother,
+ "Believe, I entreat,
+ Both the cage and the cheese
+ Are a terrible cheat;
+ Do not think all that trouble
+ They took for our good,
+ They would catch us and kill us
+ All there if they could.
+
+ "Thus they've caught and killed scores,
+ And I never could learn,
+ That a mouse who once entered
+ Did ever return."
+ Let young people mind
+ What the old people say.
+ And, when danger is near them,
+ Keep out of the way.
+
+
+[Page 183--Mousey Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Mice helping their comrade out of a trap.]
+
+
+ A Clever and Good Mother Mouse
+
+ One Summer day the sun shone bright,
+ Mid sweet flowers roved the bee,
+ And I wandered in a garden old
+ Beside the deep blue sea.
+
+ But close at hand, a shady path,
+ Beneath some beech trees wound,
+ And there. that sultry summer day,
+ A pleasant seat I found.
+
+ Suddenly, just beside my chair,
+ A little sound I heard;
+ A scratch upon the gravel path,
+ As of a mouse or bird.
+
+ I turned my head; there, on the path,
+ What strange sight did I see!
+ A little mouse, and in her mouth
+ Another still more wee.
+
+ Softly she crept across the path,
+ And then, her journey done,
+ In a hole beneath the green grass verge
+ She laid her little one.
+
+ And back and forth from side to side,
+ I watched her carry five
+ Sweet little mice, her own dear brood,
+ Long tailed, and all alive.
+
+ She never wearied in her work,
+ Yet oh! so small was she!
+ And thus, that bright, hot summer day
+ She moved her nursery.
+
+ Dear mother mouse! My verse has told
+ Your patient loving deed;
+ Methinks our boys and girls may learn
+ Some lessons as they read.
+
+ Francis E. Cooke
+
+
+ The True History of a Poor Little Mouse
+
+ A poor little mouse
+ Had once made him a nest,
+ And he fancied, the warmest,
+ And safest, and best,
+ That a poor little mouse could enjoy;
+ So snug and convenient,
+ So out of the way.
+ This poor little mouse
+ And his family lay,
+ They fear'd neither pussy nor boy.
+
+ It was in a store
+ That was seldom in use,
+ Where shavings and papers
+ Were scattered in loose,
+ That this poor little mouse made his hole,
+ But alas! Master Johnny
+ Had seen him one day,
+ As in a great fright
+ He had scampered away,
+ With a piece of plum pudding he stole.
+
+ As soon as young Johnny
+ (Who, wicked and bad,
+ No pitiful thoughts
+ For dumb animals had)
+ Descried the poor fellow's retreat,
+ He crept to the shavings
+ And set them alight,
+ And, before the poor mouse
+ Could run off in its fright,
+ It was smother'd to death in the heat!
+
+ Poor mouse! how it squeak'd
+ I can't bear to relate,
+ Nor how its poor little
+ Ones hopp'd in the grate,
+ And died, one by one, in the flame!
+ I should not much wonder
+ To hear, that, some night,
+ This wicked boy's bed-curtains
+ Catching alight,
+ He suffered exactly the same.
+
+ Ann Taylor
+
+
+ The Mouse's Call
+
+ A little mouse crept out one day,
+ When all was still about;
+ To dollie's house he took his way,
+ The lady being out.
+
+ He skipped about with bead-bright eyes
+ From table down to chair;
+ He thought the house was just the size
+ For him to settle there.
+
+ He found some jelly cake so nice,
+ This naughty little mouse;
+ He nibbled first, then in a trice
+ 'Twas gone from dollie's house.
+
+ He curl'd himself upon the floor,
+ To have a little nap,
+ When suddenly upon the floor
+ There came a fearful rap.
+
+ The mouse who had not left a crumb,
+ With fear began to shake,
+ For dollie's mistress back had come
+ To get her piece of cake.
+
+ She opened wide the little house,
+ Her doll lay on her arm,
+ And when she spied the trembling mouse
+ She cried out with alarm.
+
+ She tumbled back upon the ground,
+ Her dear doll falling too,
+ While the mouse went rushing round,
+ Not knowing what to do.
+
+ At last he tumbled down the stair,
+ Then to his hole he flew;
+ And which did most the other scare
+ They never, never knew.
+
+
+[Illustration: Mouse reading "How to Dodge the Cat".]
+
+
+[Page 184--Froggy Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Kind frog carrying his wife.]
+
+
+ The Foolish Frog
+
+ In a tank at the foot of the hill
+ Lived Mr. and Mrs. Frog,
+ At the head of the sparkling rill,
+ By the side of a queachy bog;
+ And they had children ten--
+ All froggies as yellow as gold,
+ Who loved to play on the fen,
+ But they often were over-bold.
+
+ Now it fell out one bright day,
+ As it never had done before,
+ When Father Frog was away
+ A stickleback sailed to the door.
+ "Oh! Mrs. Frog," said he,
+ "Your sister is very ill;
+ And much she wants to see
+ You down at the water mill."
+
+ Then Mother frog showed her grief
+ In such tears as you never saw;
+ And, having no handkerchief,
+ She wiped her eyes with a paw.
+ Said she, "Now, froggies dear,
+ You must not go to the fen:
+ There is no danger here,
+ And I'll soon come back again!"
+
+ But the naughty little froggies,
+ Disobeyed their mother and went.
+
+ Then a duck, which had lazily swum
+ For hours in a reedy pool,
+ Seeing the shadows come,
+ And feeling the air grow cool.
+ With a "Quack, quack, quack," came out
+ She meant, "It is time to sup!"
+ So finding the froggies about,
+ She gobbled them quickly up.
+
+ So Mr. and Mrs. Frog,
+ By the peeping stars made bold,
+ Came back by the queachy bog,
+ To their froggies all yellow as gold.
+ They never saw them again--
+ Alas! that it should be so.
+ They were told not to go to the fen;
+ But the did not obey, you know.
+
+ "Early Days"
+
+
+ Marriage of Mr. Froggie
+
+ There was a Frog
+ Lived in a bog--
+ A Frog of high degree--
+ A stylish youth,
+ And yet, forsooth,
+ A bachelor was he.
+
+ He had not wed
+ Because, he said,
+ He'd ne'er in all his life
+ Seen in the bog
+ A pollywog
+ He cared to make his wife.
+
+ But one fine day,
+ When drest up gay,
+ He passed a pretty house,
+ And there beside
+ The window spied
+ A most attractive mouse.
+
+ He raised his hat,
+ And gazing at
+ Miss Mouse, in suit of gray,
+ He made a bow,
+ Likewise a vow
+ To marry her straightway.
+
+ When he was drest
+ In scarlet vest,
+ And coat of velvet sheen
+ With frills of lace,
+ And sword in place,
+ His like was nowhere seen.
+
+ His smile was bland,
+ His style so grand,
+ He said with pride, "I know
+ Miss Mouse so fair,
+ Can find nowhere
+ So suitable a beau!
+
+ "If she'll agree
+ To live with me,
+ And be my faithful wife,
+ Oh, she shall dine
+ On dishes fine,
+ And lead an easy life."
+
+ When he went by,
+ Miss Mouse so shy,
+ Would hide her blushing face;
+ But truth to tell
+ Could see quite well
+ Through curtains of thin lace.
+
+ And from her nook,
+ Ah! many a look
+ She gave, with heart a-stir;
+ And oft did she
+ Confess that he
+ Was just the beau for her.
+
+ At last so blue
+ Poor froggie grew,
+ He went up to the house
+ And rang the bell,
+ In haste to tell
+ His love for Mistress Mouse.
+
+ He passed the door,
+ And on the floor
+ He knelt and kissed her hand,
+ "Wilt marry me?"
+ He asked, while she
+ Her burning blushes fanned.
+
+ She answered "Yes,"
+ As you may guess,
+ To Mister Frog's delight;
+ His arm he placed
+ Around her waist,
+ And joy was at its height.
+
+ The wedding-day
+ Was set straightway,
+ The town was all agog;
+ And gifts, not few,
+ Were sent unto
+ Miss Mouse and Mister Frog.
+
+ And never yet
+ Was banquet set,
+ In country or in town,
+ With fare more rich
+ Than that to which
+ The wedding guests sat down.
+
+ And, after all,
+ There was the ball,
+ For which the band was hired,
+ And frogs and mice
+ Were up in a trice,
+ And danced till their toes were tired.
+
+
+ Frogs at School
+
+ Twenty froggies went to school,
+ Down beside a rushy pool;
+ Twenty little coats of green,
+ Twenty vests all white and clean,
+ "We must be in time," said they;
+ "First we study, then we play;
+ That is how we keep the rule
+ When we froggies go to school."
+
+ Master Bullfrog, grave and stern,
+ Called the classes in their turn;
+ Taught them how to nobly strive,
+ Likewise how to leap and dive;
+ From his seat upon the log
+ Showed them how to say, "Ker-chog!"
+ Also, how to dodge a blow
+ From the sticks which bad boys throw.
+
+ Twenty froggies grew up fast;
+ Bullfrogs they became at last;
+ Not one dunce among the lot,
+ Not one lesson they forgot.
+ Polished in a high degree,
+ As each froggie ought to be,
+ Now they sit on other logs,
+ Teaching other little frogs.
+
+
+[Illustration: Flying Frog.]
+
+
+[Page 185--Froggy Land]
+
+
+ Mouse that Lost her Tail
+
+Once upon a time a Cat and Mouse were playing together, when, quite
+by accident, the cat bit off the Mouse's tail.
+
+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--
+
+ "Oh, dear Pussy! do give me my tail again."
+ "No, that I will not," said Pussy, "till you get me some milk for
+my breakfast."
+ "Oh, the Cow will give me some," said the Mouse.
+
+ So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran
+ Till she came to the Cow, and thus began:--
+
+ "Please, Cow, give me some milk. I want to give Pussy milk, and
+Pussy will give me my own tail again."
+ "So I will, Mousey, if you will get me some hay for my breakfast."
+said the Cow.
+ "Oh, the Farmer will give me some," said the Mouse.
+
+ So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran
+ Till she came to the Farmer, and thus began:--
+
+ "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."
+ "So I will, Mousey, if you get me some bread for my breakfast,"
+said the Farmer.
+ "Oh, the Baker will give me some," said the Mouse.
+
+ So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran
+ Till she came to the Baker, and thus began:--
+
+ "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."
+ "So I will, Mousey, if you get me some meat for my breakfast," said
+the baker.
+ "Oh, the Butcher will give me some," said the Mouse.
+
+ So she frisked and jumped, and then she ran
+ Till she came to the Butcher, and thus began:--
+
+ "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."
+ "So I will, Mousey, if you will eat up the crumbs that have fallen
+at my breakfast," said the Butcher.
+ "Oh, that I will," said the Mouse, and she soon cleared the floor
+of every crumb.
+
+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.
+
+ So she frisked and jumped, and away she ran
+ And cried out to Pussy, "Catch me if you can!"
+
+
+ Mouse Gruel
+
+ There was an Old Person of Ewell,
+ Who chiefly subsisted on gruel,
+ But to make it taste nice, he inserted some mice,
+ Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.
+
+
+ Wise Mice
+
+ Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,
+ Pussy came by and she popped her head in.
+ "Shall I come in and cut your threads off?"
+ "Oh, no, kind sir, you will bite our heads off!"
+
+
+ Mouse Ran up the Clock
+
+ Hickory, diccory dock,
+ The mouse ran up the clock,
+ The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,
+ Hickory, diccory, dock.
+
+
+ A Frog he would a-Wooing Go
+
+ A Frog he would a-wooing go,
+ Whether his mother would have it or no;
+ So off he set with his nice new hat,
+ And on the road he met a rat.
+
+ "Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,
+ Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see!"
+ When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,
+ They gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.
+
+
+[Illustration: Frog, Rat and Mousey.]
+
+
+ "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
+ "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."
+ "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Will you give us some beer?
+ For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."
+
+ "Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song--
+ But let it be something that's not very long!"
+ "Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,
+ "A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog."
+
+ "Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,
+ "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."
+ But while they were all a merry-making,
+ A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
+
+ The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
+ The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
+ This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright:
+ He took up his hat, and wished them good-night.
+ But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
+ A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,
+ So there was an end of one, two, and three.
+ The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-ee.
+
+
+ Man that Caught a Mouse
+
+ The Little priest of Felton,
+ The little priest of Felton,
+ He killed a mouse within his house,
+ And ne'er a one to help him.
+
+
+ Three Blind Mice
+
+ Three blind mice! three blind mice!
+ See how they run! see how they run!
+ They all ran after the farmer's wife,
+ They cut off their tails with a carving knife;
+ Did you ever see such a thing in your life
+ As three blind mice?
+
+
+ The Three Unfortunate Mice
+
+ Three little dogs were basking in the cinders;
+ Three little cats were playing in the windows;
+ Three little mice hopped out of a hole,
+ And a piece of cheese they stole;
+ The three little cats jumped down in a trice,
+ And cracked the bones of the three little mice.
+
+
+ The Foolish Mouse
+
+ In a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided,
+ A certain young mouse with her mother resided;
+ So securely they lived in that snug, quiet spot,
+ Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.
+
+ But one day the young mouse, which was given to roam,
+ Having made an excursion some way from her home,
+ On a sudden returned, with such joy in her eyes,
+ That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise.
+
+ "O mother," said she, "The good folks of this house,
+ I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;
+ And those tales can't be true you always are telling,
+ For they've been at such pains to construct us a dwelling.
+
+ "The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires,
+ Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;
+ And I'm sure that we there shall have nothing to fear,
+ If ten cats, with kittens, at once should appear.
+
+ "And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,
+ One could slip in and out, with no trouble at all;
+ But forcing one through such rough crannies as these,
+ Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze.
+
+ "But the best of all is, they've provided, as well,
+ A large piece of cheese, of most exquisite smell;
+ 'T was so nice, I had put in my head to go through,
+ When I thought it my duty to come and fetch you."
+
+ "Ah, child," said the mother, "believe, I entreat,
+ Both the cage and the cheese are a terrible cheat;
+ Do not think all that trouble they took for our good,
+ They would catch us and kill us there if they could.
+
+ "Thus they've caught and killed scores, and I never could learn,
+ That a mouse who once entered did ever return."
+ Let young people mind what the old people say,
+ And, when danger is near them keep out of the way.
+
+
+[Page 186--Mixed Animal Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Fox Reading "The Poultry Fancier's Gazette".]
+
+
+ The Fox and the Cat
+
+ The fox and the cat as they travelled one day,
+ With moral discourses cut shorter on the way:
+ "'Tis great," says the fox, "to make justice our guide!"
+ "How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied.
+
+ Whilst thus they proceeded, a wolf from the wood,
+ Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,
+ Rushed forth--as he saw the dull shepherd asleep--
+ And seized for his supper an innocent sheep.
+
+ "In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat;
+ When mutton's at hand," says the wolf, "I must eat."
+ Grimalkin's astonished--the fox stood aghast,
+ To see the fell beast at his bloody repast.
+
+ "What a wretch!" says the cat--"'tis the vilest of brutes;
+ Does he feed upon flesh when there's herbage and roots?"
+ Cries the fox, "While our oaks give us acorns so good,
+ What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"
+
+ Well, onward they marched, and they moralised still.
+ Till they came where some poultry picked chaff by a mill.
+ Sly Reynard surveyed the them with gluttonous eyes,
+ And made, spite of morals, a pullet his prize!
+ A mouse, too, that chanced from her covert to stray,
+ The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey!
+
+ A spider that sat in her web on the wall,
+ Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall;
+ She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!"
+ So ran to regale on a new-taken fly!
+
+
+ Sour Grapes
+
+ A fox was trotting one day,
+ And just above his head
+ He spied a vine of luscious grapes,
+ Rich, ripe, and purple-red.
+
+ Eager he tried to snatch the fruit,
+ But, ah! it was too high;
+ Poor Reynard had to give it up,
+ And, heaving a deep sigh,
+
+ He curl'd his nose and said, "Dear me!
+ I would not waste an hour
+ Upon such mean and common fruit--
+ I'm sure those grapes are sour!"
+
+ 'Tis thus we often wish thro' life,
+ When seeking wealth and pow'r
+ And when we fall, say, like the fox,
+ We're "sure the grapes are sour!"
+
+
+ The Fox and the Mask
+
+ A fox walked round a toyman's shop
+ (How he came there, pray do not ask),
+ But soon he made a sudden stop,
+ To look and wonder at a mask.
+
+ The mask was beautiful and fair,
+ A perfect mask as e'er was made;
+ At which a lady meant to wear
+ At the ensuing masquerade.
+
+ He turned it round with much surprise,
+ To find it prove so light and thin;
+ "How strange!" astonished Reynard cries,
+ "Here's mouth and nose, and eyes and chin.
+
+ "And cheeks and lips, extremely pretty;
+ And yet, one thing there still remains
+ To make it perfect--what a pity,
+ So fine a head should have no brains!"
+
+ Thus, to some boy or maiden pretty;
+ Who to get learning takes no pains,
+ May we exclaim, "Ah! what a pity,
+ So fine a head should have no brains!"
+
+
+ The Fox and Crow
+
+ In a dairy a crow,
+ Having ventured to go,
+ Some food for her young ones to seek,
+ Flew up in the trees
+ With a fine piece of cheese,
+ Which she joyfuly held in her beak.
+
+ A fox who lived by,
+ To the tree saw her fly,
+ And to share in the prize he made a vow,
+ For, having just dined,
+ He for cheese felt inclined,
+ So he went and sat under the bough.
+
+ She was cunning he knew,
+ But so was he, too,
+ And with flattery adapted his plan;
+ For he knew if she'd speak,
+ It must fall from his beak,
+ So, bowing politely, began:
+
+ "'Tis a very fine day,"
+ (Not a word did she say),
+ "The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south:
+ A fine harvest for peas;"
+ He then looked at the cheese,
+ But the crow did not open her mouth.
+
+ Sly Reynard, not tired,
+ He plumage admired:
+ "How charming! how brilliant its hue!
+ The voice must be fine
+ Of a bird so divine,
+ Ah, let me hear it, pray do.
+
+ Believe me I long
+ To hear a sweet song;"
+ The silly crow foolishly tries;
+ She scarce gave one squall,
+ When the cheese she let fall,
+ And the fox ran away with the prize.
+
+ Jane Taylor
+
+
+ The Blind Men and the Elephant
+ (A Hindoo Fable)
+
+ It was six men of Indostan
+ To learning much inclined,
+ Who went to see an elephant,
+ (Though all of them were blind),
+ That each by observation
+ Might satisfy his mind.
+
+ The FIRST approached the Elephant,
+ And happening to fall
+ Against his broad and sturdy side,
+ At once began to bawl:
+ "God bless me!--but the Elephant
+ Is very like a wall!"
+
+ The SECOND feeling of the tusk,
+ Cried: "Ho! what have we here
+ So very round and smooth and sharp!
+ To me 'tis mighty clear
+ This wonder of an Elephant
+ Is very like a spear!"
+
+ The THIRD approached the animal,
+ And happening to take
+ The squirming trunk within his hands,
+ This boldly up and spake:
+ "I see," quoth he, "The Elephant
+ Is very like a snake!"
+
+ The FOURTH reached out his eager hand,
+ And felt about the knee,
+ "What most this wondrous beast is like
+ Is mighty plain," quoth he;
+ "'Tis clear enough the Elephant
+ Is very like a tree!"
+
+ The FIFTH, who chanced to touch the ear,
+ Said: "E'n the blindest man
+ Can tell what this resembles most,
+ Deny the fact who can,
+ This marvel of an Elephant
+ Is very like a fan."
+
+ The SIXTH no sooner had begun
+ About the beast to grope,
+ Than, seizing on the swinging tail
+ That fell within his scope,
+ "I see," quoth he, "the Elephant
+ Is very like a rope!"
+
+ And so these men of Indostan
+ Disputed loud and long,
+ Each in his own opinion
+ Exceeding stiff and strong,
+ Though each was partly in the right,
+ And all were in the wrong.
+
+
+[Illustration: Elephant and Clown having Tea.]
+
+
+[Page 187--Mixed Animal Land]
+
+
+ An Address to a Mouse
+
+ Sly little, cowering, timorous beastie!
+ Oh what a panic's in thy breastie!
+ You need not start away so hasty,
+ With bickering speed:
+ I should be loth to run and chase thee
+ I should indeed!
+
+ I'm truly sorry man's dominion
+ Hath broken Nature's social union,
+ And justifies that ill opinion
+ Which makes thee startle
+ At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
+ And fellow mortal.
+
+ Sometimes, I doubt not, thou dost thieve;
+ What then? poor beastie, thou must live;
+ A little barley in the shieve
+ Is small request;
+ And all thou tak'st, I do believe,
+ Will ne'er be missed.
+
+ R. Burns
+
+
+ Song of the Toad
+
+ I am an honest toad,
+ Living here by the road;
+ Beneath a stone I dwell,
+ In a snug little cell.
+
+ When the rain patters down,
+ I let it wet my crown;
+ And now and then I sip
+ A drop with my lip.
+
+ And now a catch a fly,
+ And now I wink my eye,
+ And now I take a hop,
+ And now and then I stop.
+
+ And this is all I do,
+ And yet they sat it's true
+ That the toad's face is sad,
+ And his bite is very bad.
+
+ Oh! naughty folks they be
+ Who tell such tales of me!
+ For I'm an honest toad
+ Just living by the road,
+ Hip, hip, hop.
+
+
+ Mosquito Song
+
+ In a summer's night I take my flight
+ To where the maidens repose;
+ And while they are slumbering sweet and sound,
+ I bite them on the nose;
+ The warm red blood that tints their cheeks,
+ To me is precious dear,
+ For 'tis my delight to buzz and bite
+ In the season of the year.
+
+ When I get my fill, I wipe my bill,
+ And sound my tiny horn;
+ And off I fly to mountain high
+ Ere breaks the golden morn;
+ But at eve I sally forth again
+ To tickle the sleeper's ear;
+ For 'tis my delight to buzz and bite
+ In the season of the year.
+
+ On the chamber wall about I crawl,
+ Till landlord goes to bed;
+ Then my bugle I blow, and down I go
+ To light upon his head.
+ Oh, I love to see the fellow slap,
+ And regret to hear him swear;
+ For 'tis my delight to buzz and bite
+ In the season of the year.
+
+
+ The Nightingale and Glow-worm
+
+ A Nightingale, that all day long
+ Had cheered the village with his song,
+ Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
+ Nor yet when eventide was ended,
+ Began to feel--as well he might--
+ The keen demands of appetite;
+ When looking eagerly around,
+ He spied, far off, upon the ground,
+ A something shining in the dark,
+ And knew the glow-worm by his spark;
+ So; stooping down, from hawthorn top,
+ He thought to put him in his crop
+ The worm, aware of his intent,
+ Harangued him this, quite eloquent--
+ "Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
+ "As much as I your minstrelsy?
+ You would abhor to do me wrong,
+ As much as I to spoil your song;
+ For 'twas the self-same power divine
+ Taught you to sing, and me to shine:
+ That you with music, I with light,
+ Might beautify and cheer the night."
+ The songster heard his short oration,
+ And, warbling out his approbation,
+ Released him as my story tells,
+ And found a supper somewhere else.
+
+ Cowper
+
+
+ The Glow-worm
+
+ Beneath this hedge, or near the stream,
+ A worm is known to stray,
+ That shows by night a lucid stream
+ That disappears by day.
+
+ Disputes have been, and still prevail,
+ From whence his rays proceed;
+ Some give the honor to his tail,
+ And others to his head;
+
+ But this is sure--the hand of might
+ That kindles up the skies,
+ Gives him a modicum of light,
+ Proportion'd to his size.
+
+ Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,
+ By such a lamp bestow'd,
+ To bid the traveller as he went,
+ Be careful where he trod.
+
+ Cowper
+
+
+ Happiness of the Grasshopper
+
+ Happy insect! what can be
+ In happiness compared with thee!
+ Fed with nourishment divine,
+ The dewy morning's gentle wine;
+ Nature waits upon thee still,
+ And thy verdant cup does fill.
+ All the fields which thou dost see,
+ All the plants belong to thee:
+ All that summer hours produce,
+ Fertile made with easy juice;
+ The country hinds with gladness hear,
+ Prophet of the ripened year!
+
+ Cowley
+
+
+ The Whale
+
+ Warm and buoyant, in his oily mail,
+ Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;
+ Wide waving fins round boating islands urge
+ His bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;
+ With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,
+ Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;
+ Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,
+ And spouts the watery columns into air;
+ The silvery arches catch the setting beams,
+ And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.
+
+ Darwin
+
+
+ The wasp and the Bee
+
+ A wasp met a bee that was just buzzing by,
+ And he said "Little Cousin, can you tell me why
+ You are loved so much better by people than I.
+
+ "My back shines as bright, and as yellow as gold
+ And my shape is most elegant too to behold,
+ And yet nobody likes me for that, I am told,"
+ Bz.
+
+ "Ah! Cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true,
+ But if I were half as much mischief to do,
+ Then I'm sure they would love me no better than you.
+ Bz.
+
+ "You have a fine shape and a delicate wing,
+ And they say you are handsome; but then there's one thing
+ They never can put up with; and that is your sting.
+ Bz.
+
+ "My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,
+ But yet no one is angry or scolding at me,
+ Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee."
+ Bz.
+
+ From this little story let people beware,
+ For if, like the cross wasp, ill-natured they are,
+ They will never be loved, though they're ever so fair.
+
+
+ My Pets
+
+ I bring my little doggies milk;
+ I bring my rabbits hay;
+ I feed and tend, and love them well--
+ Such helpless things are they!
+ See! now in soft and cozy bed
+ They roll about and play;
+ They've milk and bones, and all they want--
+ Such happy pets are they!
+
+
+[Illustration: Man Carrying Animals.]
+
+
+[Page 188--Squirrel Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Boy with Squirrel.]
+
+
+ The Squirrel
+
+ I'm a merry, merry squirrel,
+ All day I leap and whirl
+ Through my home in the old beech-tree
+ If you chase me I will run
+ In the shade and in the sun;
+ But you never, never can catch me
+ For round a bough I'll creep,
+ Playing hide and seek so sly;
+ Or through the leaves bo-peep,
+ With my little shining eye.
+
+ Up and down I run and frisk,
+ With my bushy tail to whisk
+ All who mope in the old beech-trees.
+ How droll to see the owl
+ As I make him wink and growl,
+ While his sleepy, sleepy head I tease!
+ And I waken up the bat,
+ Who flies off with a scream,
+ For he thinks that I'm the cat
+ Pouncing on him, in his dream.
+
+ Through all the summer long
+ I never want a song
+ From birds in the old beech-trees
+ I have singers all the night,
+ And with the morning bright
+ Come my busy, humming, fat, brown bees.
+ When I've nothing else to do
+ With the nursing birds I sit;
+ And we laugh at the cuckoo
+ A-coo-cooing to her tit!
+
+ When winter comes with snow
+ An its cruel tempests blow
+ All my leaves from the old beech-trees,
+ Then beside the wren and mouse
+ I furnish up a house,
+ Where, like a prince, I live at ease.
+ What care I for hail or sleet,
+ With my cozy cap and coat;
+ And my tail about my feet,
+ Or wrapped about my throat?
+
+ Norman Macleod
+
+
+ Ducks and Ducklings
+
+ One little white duck,
+ One little grey,
+ Six little black ducks
+ Running out to play;
+ One white lady-duck,
+ Motherly and trim,
+ Eight little baby ducks
+ Bound for a swim.
+
+ One little white duck
+ Running from the water,
+ One very fat duck--
+ Pretty little daughter--
+ One little grey duck
+ Holding up its wings.
+ One little bobbing duck
+ Making water rings.
+
+ One little black duck
+ Standing on a stone,
+ One little grey duck
+ Swimming all alone,
+ One little grey duck
+ Holding down it's head.
+ One sleepy little duck,
+ It has gone to bed!
+
+ One little what duck
+ Running to its mother,
+ Look among the water-reeds,
+ May be there's another.
+ One hungry little duck
+ Going out to dine,
+ Two dainty little ducks,
+ Snowy-white and fine.
+
+ Merry little brown eyes
+ O'er the picture linger,
+ Point all the ducks out,
+ Chubby little finger;
+ Make the picture musical,
+ Merry little shout;
+ Now where's that other duck?
+ What is he about?
+
+ I thank that other duck
+ Is the nicest duck of all,
+ He hasn't any feathers,
+ And his mouth is sweet and small;
+ He runs with a light step
+ And jumps upon my knee,
+ And though he cannot swim
+ He is very dear to me.
+
+ One white lady-duck,
+ Motherly and trim,
+ Eight little baby ducks
+ Bound for a swim;
+ One sleepy little duck
+ Taking quite a nap,
+ One precious little duck
+ Here on mother's lap.
+
+ A. L.
+
+
+ The Squirrel
+
+ The pretty red squirrel
+ Lives up in a tree,
+ A little blithe creature
+ As ever can be;
+ He dwells in the boughs
+ Where the stock-dove broods,
+ Far in the shades
+ Of the green summer woods;
+
+ His food is the young
+ Juicy cones of the pine,
+ And the milky beech-nut
+ Is his bread and his wine.
+ In the joy of his nature
+ He frisks with a bound
+ To the topmost twigs,
+ And then down to the ground.
+
+ Then up again like
+ A winged thing,
+ And from tree to tree
+ With a vaulting spring;
+ Then he sits up aloft,
+ And looks ragged and queer,
+ As if he would say:
+ "Ay, follow me here!"
+
+ And then he grows pettish,
+ And stamps his foot;
+ And then with a chatter,
+ He cracks his nut;
+ And thus he lives
+ All the long summer through,
+ Without either a care
+ Or a thought of rue.
+
+
+ The Mountain and the Squirrel
+
+ The mountain and the squirrel
+ Had a quarrel,
+ And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"
+ Bun replied,
+ "You are doubtless very big,
+ But all sorts of things and weather
+ Must be taken together
+ To make up a year,
+ And a sphere.
+ And I think it no disgrace
+ To occupy my place.
+ If I'm not so large as you,
+ You are not so small as I.
+ And not half so spry;
+ I'll not deny you make
+ A very pretty squirrel track.
+ Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
+ If I cannot carry forests on my back,
+ Neither can you crack an nut!"
+
+ R. W. Emerson
+
+
+[Illustration: An Intelligent Tame Raccoon.]
+
+
+[Page 189--Wonderful Bird Nests]
+
+
+ Wonderful Birds' Nests
+
+
+[Illustration: Five Birds' Nests.]
+
+
+[Page 190--Cole's Poems On Books]
+
+
+[Illustration: Cole at the Age of 40.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Edward William Cole--Aged 80.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Coles Own Portrait]
+
+
+ What Books Do For Mankind
+
+
+ 1.
+
+ Books should be found in every house,
+ To form and feed the mind;
+ They are the best of luxuries
+ To happify mankind.
+
+
+ 2.
+
+ For all good books throughout the world
+ Are man's most precious treasure;
+ They make him wise, and bring him
+ His best, his choicest pleasure.
+
+
+ 3.
+
+ Books make his time pass happily,
+ Relieve his weary hours;
+ Amuse, compose, instruct his mind;
+ Enlarge his mental powers.
+
+
+ 4.
+
+ Books teach the boys and girls of earth
+ In quite ten million schools;
+ Books make the difference between
+ Earth's learned and its fools.
+
+
+ 5.
+
+ Books teach earth's teeming artisans
+ The proper way to take,
+ To find, to plan, to build, to mix,
+ And every product make.
+
+
+ 6.
+
+ Books teach schoolmasters, clergymen,
+ Of every rank and grade;
+ And doctors, lawyers, judges, too--
+ Books are their tools of trade.
+
+-----
+
+ 128.
+
+ Books thus, by print, and pictures, bring
+ The whole world into view,
+ And show what all men think about,
+ And everything they do.
+
+
+ 129.
+
+ Books give to man the history
+ Of each and every land;
+ Books show him human actions past,
+ The bad, the good, the grand.
+
+
+ 130.
+
+ Books show him human arts and laws
+ Of every time and place;
+ Books show the learnings and the faiths
+ Of all the human race.
+
+
+ 131.
+
+ Books give the best and greatest thoughts
+ Of all the good and wise;
+ Books treasure human knowledge up,
+ And thus it never dies.
+
+
+ 132.
+
+ Books show men all that men have done,
+ Have thought, have sung, have said,
+ Books show the deeds and wisdom of
+ The living and the dead.
+
+
+ 133.
+
+ Books show that mankind's leading faiths,
+ In morals are the same;
+ That in their main essentials
+ They differ but in name.
+
+
+ 134.
+
+ Books show that virtue, goodness, love,
+ Exist in every land;
+ That some with kindly sympathies
+ Are found on every strand.
+
+
+ 135.
+
+ Books show the joys, griefs, hopes and fears,
+ Of every race and clan;
+ Books show, by unity of thought,
+ The brotherhood of man.
+
+
+ 136.
+
+ Books thus will cause the flag of peace
+ Through earth to be unfurled--
+ Produce "the parliament of man,"
+ And federate the world.
+
+
+ 137.
+
+ Books give the reader vast delight,
+ The bookless never know;
+ Books give him pleasure, day and night,
+ Wherever he may go.
+
+
+ 138.
+
+ Books show narcotics, toxicants,
+ Of each and every kind;
+ Insidious destroyers all,
+ Of body and of mind.
+
+
+ 139.
+
+ Books, like strong drink, will drowns man's cares
+ But do not waste his wealth;
+ Books leave him better, drink the worse,
+ In character and health.
+
+
+ 140.
+
+ Books teach and please him when a child,
+ In youth and in his prime;
+ Books give him soothing pleasure when
+ His health and strength decline.
+
+
+ 141.
+
+ Books teach, from their beginning, of
+ Higher beings than man;
+ That One Almighty Goodness was
+ Before the world began.
+
+
+ 142.
+
+ Books give us hope beyond the grave,
+ Of an immortal life;
+ Books teach that right, and truth, and love,
+ Shall banish every strife.
+
+
+ 143.
+
+ Books therefore are, of all we own,
+ The choicest things on earth;
+ Books have, of all our worldly goods,
+ The most intrinsic worth.
+
+
+ 144.
+
+ Books are the greatest blessing brought,
+ The grandest thing we sell;
+ Books bring more joy,
+ Books do more good,
+ Than mortal tongue can tell.
+
+
+[Page 191--Comic Advertiser]
+
+
+[Illustration: Serious Sambo.]
+
+
+ Cole's Comic Advertiser
+ (Or Fun Doctor's Assistant)
+
+
+ Laughter as a Medicine.
+
+"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."
+
+
+ "Fun is worth more than
+ physic, and whoever
+ invents or discovers a new
+ supply deserves the name
+ of public benefactor."
+
+
+ Man Made to Laugh, not to Morn.
+
+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.--_Josh Billings_
+
+
+ Josh Billing's Prayer.
+
+ "From a wife who don't
+ luv us, from fluky mutton,
+ and tite butes, and from
+ folks who won't laff, good
+ Lord deliver us."
+
+
+[Illustration: Parent Cats Admiring Their Kitten.]
+
+
+[Page 192--Comic Advertiser]
+
+
+ Testimonials to the astonishing Curing Power of Cole's Fun Doctor.
+
+
+[Illustration: The Tall King Bird.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Couple, Before and After.]
+
+
+ Most Astonishing Cure of the Age
+
+Dear Sir--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--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:--
+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--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--
+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--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--altogether
+I took about 1700 quarts of these horrid decoctions--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--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--but got no
+better. Another friend advised me to try Homoeopathy. I took 111
+tubes of pilules and 80 bottles of tinctures--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--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--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--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--about fifteen
+pounds of each--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--a true friend this
+time--and suggested Cole's FUN DOCTOR. I got it, and was well and
+stout in a Week, at a cost of 1s 6d.
+
+ Sworn at Temple Court, and Signed in Everlasting Gratitude,
+ Government House, Melbourne
+ JOHN SMITH
+
+
+[Illustration: Bachelor, Before and After.]
+
+
+[Page 193--Comic Advertiser]
+
+
+[Illustration: Vocal Solo.]
+
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Instrumental Solo.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Trio.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Duet.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Quartette.]
+
+
+ Cole's Book Arcade. Cole's Book Arcade,
+ it is in Melbourne town,
+ Of all the book stores in this land,
+ it has the most renown.
+
+
+[Illustration: Full Band and Choir.]
+
+TUNE: All the Tunes there are mixed.
+
+
+[Page 194--Comic Advertiser]
+
+
+ Going To Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne
+
+
+[Illustration: Persian Cat on a Penny-Farthing Bicycle.]
+
+ All the way from Persia on this bicycle.
+
+
+[Illustration: Children in a Boat.]
+
+ Why are these two nice children like thousands of knowledge-loving
+ individuals? Because they frequently visit Cole's Book Arcade.
+
+
+[Illustration: Boy on a Bicycle.]
+
+ Guess where this young gentleman is going?
+ To Cole's book arcade. Right. You're a Witch.
+
+
+[Page 195--Comic Advertiser]
+
+
+[Illustration: Frogs going to Cole's Book Arcade.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Long-Legged Man Jumping Over a Cat.]
+
+
+[Page 196--Wonderful Sea Serpent]
+
+
+ The Sea-Serpent as a Carrier
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: The Sea-Serpent carrying a load of books.]
+
+
+ True History of the Great Sea Serpent
+
+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--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:--
+
+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.S.--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.
+
+
+[Page 197--Funny and Foolish Dress Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Servant Girl.]
+
+A Servant Girl dressed in four absurdities of fashion--a Tight
+Corset, Tight High-heeled Boots, a Bustle Improver, and
+Fifteen-button Gloves.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Various Fashions.]
+
+ 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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Various Shoes.]
+
+Old English Fashions, showing our ancestors were as foolish as we
+are.
+
+
+[Illustration: Ancient Greek Youth.]
+
+ 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--look at them.
+
+
+[Illustration: Lady in Crinoline at narrow Pedestrian gap in Fence.]
+
+ Crinoline, 1859.
+ The Dog has got through all right, but how will the lady manage.
+
+
+[Illustration: Three Ladies in Crinoline and a Coach.]
+
+ Crinoline, 1859.
+ Coach licensed to carry four. The coachman and the horse are both
+wondering how it can be done.
+
+
+[Page 198--Funny and Foolish Dress Land]
+
+
+[Illustration: Persian Lady in Out-door Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: French Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Costume, beginning of the 19th century.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A German Crinoline Frame.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Indians of the Rio Colorado.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Roumanian Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: An English and French Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A North American Indian Maiden.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Reformed American Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Gorget Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Turkish Out-door Costume.]
+
+
+[Page 199--Funny, Foolish, and Useful Fashions]
+
+
+[Illustration: Ancient English Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: British Lady and Chinese Ambassador's Wife and
+Daughter.]
+
+
+ A British Lady and the Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughter
+ at the Queen's First Drawing Room, Buckingham Palace, 1893.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Old Alsatian Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Bad kind of dress to run, and jump, and play in.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Too much material in the train and too little on the
+shoulders.]
+
+ "Mother, do put on a shawl, please, before you go down."
+ "Why, Sonnie?"
+ "Oh, because some one's is sure to see you if you go down like
+that!"
+
+
+[Page 200--Useful Fashions]
+
+
+[Illustration: Physical Exercise Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Jewess of Tunis.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Reform Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A Reform Dress for Travelling.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Bloomer Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: An Afghan Lady.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Syrian Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Mountain Climbing Costume.]
+
+
+[Page 201--Funny, Foolish, and Useful Fashions]
+
+
+[Illustration: Maharajah of Jodhpore.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Japanese Court Dress.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Chinese laborer.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Gentleman.]
+
+
+[Illustration: King Munza.]
+
+
+[Illustration: An Ancient Fop.]
+
+Ashamed to show his face. A few frivolous fops and other foolish men
+still wear corsets.
+
+
+[Illustration: English Costume.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Canadian Indian.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Zulu Kaffir.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Kaffir.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Mandan Chief.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A gentleman.]
+
+
+[Page 202--Boy Smoking]
+
+
+[Illustration: Boy's First smoke.]
+
+ Boy's First Smoke.
+ Enjoying the Tobacco Poison.
+
+
+[Illustration: Shortly Afterwards.]
+
+ Shortly Afterwards.
+ Suffering from the Tobacco Poison.
+
+
+[Illustration: A Youth stunted, wasted and wasting by Cigarette
+Smoking.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Twin Brothers.]
+
+ Twin Brothers.
+
+ Brother who Smoked, thereby destroying his Vital Organs, his Good
+Looks, and Stunting his Body.
+ Brother who Didn't Smoke, and therefore grew Good-Looking, Big,
+Healthy and Strong.
+
+
+Multitudes of Employers, both in England and America, will not employ
+Boy Smokers, and publicly announce the same.
+
+
+[Illustration: Boy Smokers Seeking Employment.]
+
+[From the "Social Gazette," also from the "Australian War Cry."]
+
+The following statements show some of the large establishments that
+are closed against cigarette smokers in America:--
+
+ "Swift & Co. (Packing House, Chicago), and other Chicago business
+houses, employing hundreds of boys, have issued this announcement,
+or similar ones--_So impressed with the danger of Cigarette using
+that we do not employ a Cigarette user._
+Marshall Field, the Mammoth Universal Provider, gave similar
+notice.
+
+
+[Page 203--Smoking Land]
+
+Montgomery, Ward and Co., the universal providers, say, "We will
+not employ cigarette users."
+
+ "Morgan and Wright Tyre company, large employers, announce, "No
+cigarettes can be smoked by our employees."
+
+"At John Wanamakers.--The application blank to be filled out by
+boys applying for a position reads: 'Do you use tobacco or
+cigarettes?' A negative answer is expected, and is favourable to
+their acceptance as employes."
+
+ "Heath and Milligan, Chicago, bar cigarette users."
+
+ "Carson, Pirie and Scott, Chicago, bar cigarette smokers as
+employes."
+
+Ayer's Sarsparilla Company, Lovell, employs hundreds of boys.
+--"March 1, 1902--Believing that the smoking of cigarettes is
+injurious to both mind and body, thereby unfitting young men for
+their best work--therefore after this date we will not employ any
+young man under twenty-one years of age who smokes cigarettes."
+
+"I've got a boy for you, sir." Glad of it; who is he?" asked the
+master workman of a large establishment. The man told the boy's
+name and where he lived. "Don't want him," said the master workman,
+"he has got a bad mark." "A bad mark, sir; what?" "I meet him every
+day with a cigar in his mouth; I don't want smokers!"
+
+ "The Lehigh Valley Railroad bars cigarette smokers."
+
+ "The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific Railroad bars cigarette
+smoking."
+
+ "The New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad bars employes who
+smoke cigarettes."
+
+ "The Central Railroad, Georgia, forbids cigarette smoking."
+
+ "The Union Pacific Railroad forbids cigarette smoking."
+
+ The following is a public notice: "The Western Union Telegraph
+Company will discharge from their messenger service boys who
+persist in smoking cigarettes."
+
+ A Telephone Company.--Order: "You are directed to serve notice
+that the use of cigarettes after August 1 will be prohibited; and
+you are further instructed to, in the future, refuse to employ
+anyone who is addicted to the habit."--Leland Hume, Assistant
+General Manager of the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph Company.
+
+ "In the United States Weather Bureau.--'Chief of United States
+Weather Bureau, Willis M. Moore, has placed the ban on cigarettes
+in this department of Government service'."
+
+
+ Smoking Does Some Good, but More Evil
+
+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.
+
+ Smoking injures multitudes of boys in many respects.
+ Smoking often leads to boys into bad company.
+ Smoking often makes them precocious, undutiful, impudent and
+callous.
+ Smoking often ruins the health.
+ Smoking generally stunts their growth.
+ Smoking generally sallows their complexion.
+ Smoking often leads them to lying.
+ Smoking often leads them to stealing.
+ Smoking often leads them to drinking.
+ Smoking degenerates the boy physically, mentally, and morally.
+ Smokers cannot excel in athletic sports, such as boating, cricket,
+cycling.
+ Smokers are always at the bottom of the class in school and
+college, and backward at all kinds of study.
+ Excessive smoking causes mental and physical laziness in boys and
+men.
+
+The following organs, fluids, functions, etc., of the body,
+especially of the young, are frequently more or less affected by the
+use of tobacco:--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.
+
+Medical men and observing experts affirm many diseases are caused or
+accelerated by the use of tobacco, among which are the following:--
+Heart disease, consumption, cancer, ulceration, asthma, bronchitis,
+neuralgia, paralysis, palsy, apoplexy, indigestion, dysentery,
+diarrhoea, constipation, sleeplessness, melancholia, delirium
+tremens, insanity.
+
+ Smoking frequently leads to prolonged suffering.
+ Smoking often destroys the appetite.
+ Smoking sometimes weakens the will power.
+ Smoking sometimes leads to loss of memory.
+ Smoking often leads to despondency.
+ Smoking sometimes leads to suicide.
+ Smoking frequently leads to loss--loss by bad health and waste of
+valuable time--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.
+
+ Tobacco using is an unclean habit, and offensive habit, an
+enslaving habit, often it is an intensely selfish habit.
+ 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.
+ Tobacco using injures the unborn child by giving it a puny body and
+an imperfect start in life.
+ Tobacco using is fast degenerating the race.
+
+A third of the recruits for the Army are disqualified through
+smoking.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+[Illustration: Handwriting Samples.]
+
+
+[Page 204--Narcotics and Intoxicants]
+
+
+ Narcotics and Intoxicants
+
+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--
+
+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--
+
+ 1. Alcohol, now drank in the shape of spirits, wine, beer, or some
+ other form probably by 500,000,000 persons.
+ 2. Opium, smoked, inhaled, drank or swallowed by probably
+ 100,000,000.
+ 3. Tobacco, now smoked, chewed, and snuffed by probably 300,000,000
+ 4. Haschish, made from Indian Hemp, now smoked, chewed, or
+ swallowed by probably 150,000,000.
+ 5. Betel Nut, chewed probably by 50,000,000.
+
+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.
+
+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, &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.
+
+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.
+
+
+ _Books show narcotics, toxicants,_
+ _Of each and every kind;_
+ _Insidious destroyers all,_
+ _Of body and of mind._
+
+
+These four pages show at a glance the effects of the three most
+fascinating and seductive Drugs in the world--Tobacco, Opium, and
+Alcohol, and which physically, mentally, and morally injure or ruin
+the greatest number of mankind.
+
+
+[Illustration: Virginian Tobacco.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A young man gradually destroying himself with Tobacco.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Chinese Smoking Opium.]
+
+
+[Illustration: The Poppy Plant, from which Opium is made.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Indian Hemp Plant, from which Hasheesh is made.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Two Shoeblacks.]
+
+ First Shoeblack--What yer doin', Bill?
+ Second Shoeblack--Learnin' to Smoke.
+
+
+ The Drink Craving
+
+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.
+
+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:--
+
+ "It injures the health.
+ It shortens life.
+ It originates hereditary disease.
+ It ruins the character of thousands.
+ It destroys the peace of families and of individuals.
+ It causes husbands and wives to neglect each other, their children,
+and their homes.
+ It makes wives widows, and children orphans.
+ It bereaves parents of their children.
+ It reduces families to penury.
+ It hinders the amelioration of the poorer classes of society.
+ It makes time hard and trade bad.
+ It is a cause of quarrels, robberies, and murders.
+ It is a cause of suicide.
+ It fills our prisons.
+ It fills our poorhouses.
+ It fills our hospitals.
+ It fills our madhouses."
+
+
+ _Books, like strong drink, will drown a man's cares_
+ _But do not waste his wealth,_
+ _Books leave him better, drink the worse,_
+ _In character and health._
+
+
+[Illustration: Two talented men gradually poisoning themselves with
+Brandy and Tobacco.]
+
+
+[Page 205--Pipes of the World]
+
+
+ Pipes of the World
+ Showing one of Cole's "Similarities of Mankind"
+
+
+[Illustration: Pipes of the World.]
+
+
+[Page 206--The Supreme Being]
+
+
+ GOD
+
+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
+_world_ 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 _to the right, and to the left, before and behind,
+above and below, and to every point of the heavens, and at immense
+distances,_ 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 _second_, world take
+_1000,000 years_ 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, _what is still outside and beyond that?_
+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.
+
+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--it is true under
+different names, but still it is the same idea--a Being without
+beginning and without end--Infinite in Wisdom--Infinite in Goodness
+--Infinite in Power--Infinite in Action and, at all times,
+everywhere and present.
+
+ E. W. Cole
+
+
+ The Ancients' Idea of God
+
+ God extends from eternity to eternity.--_Aristotle._
+
+ Nothing is more ancient than God, for He was never created; nothing
+ more beautiful than the world, it is the work of that same God.--
+ _Thales._
+
+ Nature herself has imprinted on the minds of all the idea of a God;
+ for what nation or race of men is there that has not, even without
+ being taught, some idea of a God.--_Cicero._
+
+ There is one God; Him the Christians, Him the Jews, Him all the
+ Gentile people worship.--_Emperor Adrian._
+
+ Amid so much war, contest, and variety of opinion, you will find
+ one consenting conviction in every land that there is one God, the
+ King and Father of all.--_Maximus Tyrius._
+
+ If we suppose a God, to Him there can be nothing mean and nothing
+ great. The most trivial things must be equal under His regard as
+ the most august. All-powerful, omniscient, and omnipresent, He must
+ encompass all things, and pervade all things. Ignorant of nothing,
+ forgetting nothing, despising nothing, He must direct the
+ operations of the universe with perfect skill, and sustain every
+ part in consummate order.--_Plato._
+
+ What land or what see will man find without God? Into what part of
+ the earth wilt thou descend and hide thyself, O unhappy wretch!
+ where thou canst escape from God?--_Plutarch._
+
+ Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and
+ the victory, and the majesty; for all that is in the heaven and in
+ the earth, is Thine; Thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and Thou art
+ exalted as head above all.--_David._
+
+ He is God, the Great, the Mighty, the Tremendous, the Merciful, the
+ Gracious, the Benign, the Wise, the Faithful, the Just, and the
+ Virtuous; Omniscience, Omnipresence, Omnipotence, are His alone,
+ whose Being knew no beginning, and can know no end.--_The Mishna
+ Torah._
+
+
+ The Name of God in 48 Languages
+
+"Aeolian and Doric--Ilos. Arabic--Allah. Armorian--Teuti. Assyrian
+--Eleah. Celtic and Gallic--Diu. Chaldaic--Eilah. Chinese--Prussa.
+Coromandel--Brama. Cretan--Thios. Danish and Swedish--Gut. Dutch--
+Godt. English and Old Saxon--God. Finch--Jumala. Flemish--Goed.
+French--Dieu. German and Swiss--Gott. Greek--Theos. Hebrew--
+Elohim, Eloha. Hindostanee--Rain. Irish--Dia. Italian--Dio.
+Japanese--Goezur. Lapp--Jubinal. Latin--Deus. Low Breton--Done.
+Low Latin--Diex. Madagascar--Zannar. Malay--Alla. Modern Egyptian
+--Teun. Norwegian--Gud. Olalu Tongue--Deu. Old Egyptian--Teut. Old
+German--Diet. Pannonian--Istu. Persian--Siie. Peruvian--
+Puchecammae. Pollaacca--Bung. Portuguese--Deos. Provencal--Diou.
+Runic--As. Slav--Buch. Spanish--Dios. Syriac and Turkish--Alah.
+Tartar--Magatal. Teutonic--Goth. Zemblain--Fetiza."
+
+
+ The Moderns' Idea of God
+
+ Father of ALL! in every age,
+ In every clime adored,
+ By saint, by savage and by sage,
+ Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.--_Pope._
+
+ The Supreme Being whom we call God, is a necessary, self-existent,
+ eternal, immense, omnipotent, omniscient, and best Being; and
+ therefore also a Being who is and ought to be esteemed most sacred
+ of holy.--_N. Grew._
+
+ What an immense workman is God! in miniature as well as in the
+ great. With the one hand, perhaps, He is making a ring of one
+ hundred thousand miles in diameter, to revolve round a planet like
+ Saturn, and with the other as forming a tooth in the ray of a
+ feather of a humming-bird, or a point in the claw of the foot of a
+ microscopic insect. When he works in miniature, everything is
+ gilded, polished, and perfect, but whatever is made by human art,
+ as a needle, etc., when viewed by a microscope, appears rough, and
+ coarse, and bungling.--_Bishop Law._
+
+ Nothing is easier than to say the word--_universe_, and yet it
+ would take us millions of millions of years to bestow one hasty
+ glance upon the surface of that small portion of it which lies
+ within the range of our glasses. But what are all the suns, comets,
+ earths, moons, atmospheres, seas, rivers, mountains, valleys,
+ plains, woods, cattle, wild beasts, fish, fowl, grasses, plants,
+ shrubs, minerals, and metals, compared with the meaning of the one
+ name--God!--_Pulsford._
+
+ The whole evolution of times and ages, from everlasting to
+ everlasting, is, collectedly an presentifickly represented to God
+ at once, as if all things and actions were at this very instant
+ really present and existent before Him.--_Sir T. More._
+
+
+ Who taught the bird to build her nest,
+ Of wool and hay and moss?
+ Who taught her how to weave it best,
+ And lay the twigs across?
+ Who taught the busy bee to fly
+ Among the sweetest flowers--
+ And lay her store of honey by,
+ To eat in winter hours?
+ Who taught the little ants the way
+ Their narrow holes to bore,
+ And through the pleasant summer's day
+ To gather up their store?
+
+-----
+
+ There's not a tint that paints the rose,
+ Or decks the lily fair,
+ Or marks the humblest flower that grows
+ But God has placed it there.
+ There's not of grass a simple blade,
+ Or leaf of lowliest mien,
+ Where heav'nly skill is not displayed,
+ And heav'nly goodness seen.
+ There's not a star whose twinkling light
+ Illumes the distant earth,
+ And cheers the solemn gleam of night,
+ But mercy gave it birth.
+ There's not a cloud whose dews distil
+ Upon the parching clod,
+ And clothe with verdure vale and hill,
+ That is not sent by God.
+ There's not a place on earth's vast round,
+ In ocean deep, or air,
+ Where skill and wisdom are not found,
+ For God is everywhere.
+ Around, beneath, below, above,
+ Wherever space extends,
+ There Heaven displays its boundless love,
+ And power with mercy blends.--_Wallace._
+
+
+ Eternal Goodness
+
+ I dimly guess from blessings known,
+ Of greater out of sight,
+ And, with the chastised Psalmist, own
+ His judgements, too, are right.
+
+ I know not what the future hath
+ Of marvel or surprise,
+ Assured alone that life and death
+ His mercy underlies.
+
+ I know not where His islands lift
+ I only know I cannot drift
+ Their fronded palms in air;
+ Beyond His love and care.
+
+
+[Page--Back Cover]
+
+
+ Northern Portion Of
+ COLE'S BOOK ARCADE,
+ Melbourne, Australia.
+
+
+[Illustration: Inside Cole's Book Arcade.]
+
+
+ More than Two Million Books to choose from
+
+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.
+
+
+ Can get almost any Book you want
+
+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.
+
+
+[End]
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