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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of In My Nursery, by Laura E. Richards
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+Title: In My Nursery
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+Author: Laura E. Richards
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+Release Date: May 20, 2012 [EBook #39741]
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+    IN MY NURSERY.
+
+    BY
+    LAURA E. RICHARDS,
+
+
+    AUTHOR OF
+    "THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO," "TOTO'S MERRY WINTER," ETC.
+
+    BOSTON:
+    LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.
+
+
+    _Copyright, 1890,_
+    BY ROBERTS BROTHERS
+
+    _All rights reserved._
+
+    Printers
+    S. J. PARKHILL & CO., BOSTON, U.S.A.
+
+
+    To my Mother,
+
+    JULIA WARD HOWE.
+
+    _Sweet! when first my baby ear
+    Curled itself and learned to hear,
+    'Twas your silver-singing voice
+    Made my baby heart rejoice._
+
+    _Hushed upon your tender breast,
+    Soft you sang me to my rest;
+    Waking, when I sought my play,
+    Still your singing led the way._
+
+    _Cradle songs, more soft and low
+    Than the bird croons on the bough;
+    Olden ballads, grave and gay,
+    Warrior's chant, and lover's lay._
+
+    _So my baby hours went
+    In a cadence of content,
+    To the music and the rhyme
+    Keeping tune and keeping time._
+
+    _So you taught me, too, ere long,
+    All our life should be a song,--
+    Should a faltering prelude be
+    To the heavenly harmony;_
+
+    _And with gracious words and high,
+    Bade me look beyond the sky,
+    To the Glory throned above,
+    To th' eternal Light and Love._
+
+    _Many years have blossomed by:
+    Far and far from childhood I;
+    Yet its sunrays on me fall,
+    Here among my children all._
+
+    _So among my babes I go,
+    Singing high and singing low;
+    Striving for the silver tone
+    Which my memory holds alone._
+
+    _If I chant my little lays
+    Tunefully, be yours the praise;
+    If I fail, 'tis I must rue
+    Not t' have closelier followed you._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+    Dedication
+    In my Nursery
+    The Baby's Future
+    Baby's Hand
+    The First Tooth
+    Johnny's By-low Song
+    Baby's Valentine
+    The Rain
+    The Ballad of the Fairy Spoon
+    Song of the Little Winds
+    Good-night Song
+    Another "Good-night"
+    "A Bee came tumbling"
+    Jingle
+    Little Old Baby
+    Baby's Journey
+    The Bumble-bee
+    The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-pan
+    Young (one)'s Night Thoughts
+    Little Sunbeam
+    Baby's Belongings
+    Infantry Tactics
+    Baby Bo
+    The Difference
+    Little John Bottlejohn
+    Jemima Brown
+    Alice's Supper
+    Toddlekins
+    Bobbily Boo and Wollypotump
+    Sleepyland
+    Little Brown Bobby
+    Phil's Secret
+    A Song for Hal
+    The Fairies
+    The Queen of the Orkney Islands
+    Baby's Ways
+    Pot and Kettle
+    Punkydoodle and Jollapin
+    Mrs. Snipkin and Mrs. Wobblechin
+    My Sunbeams
+    In the Closet
+    Bed-time
+    Bird-song
+    Geographi
+    Higgledy-piggledy
+    Belinda Blonde
+    Tommy's Dream; or, The Geography Demon
+    Polly's Year
+    What the Robins sing in the Morning
+    The Eve of the Glorious Fourth
+    The Dandy Cat
+    A Party
+    Jumbo Jee
+    An Indian Ballad
+    The Egg
+    Wouldn't
+    Will-o'-the-wisp
+    Nonsense Verses
+    An Old Rat's Tale
+    To the Little Girl who wriggles
+    The Forty little Ducklings
+    The Mouse
+    A Valentine
+    Jamie in the Garden
+    Somebody's Boy (not mine)
+    Bogy
+    The Mermaidens
+    The Phrisky Phrog
+    The Ambitious Chicken
+    The Boy and the Brook
+    The Shark
+    The Easter Hen
+    Pump and Planet
+    The Postman
+    Hopsy Upsy
+    Little Black Monkey
+    Jippy and Jimmy
+    Master Jack's Song
+    Mother Rosebush
+    The Five Little Princesses
+    The Hornet and the Bee
+    The Three Little Chickens who went out to Tea
+    A Legend of Lake Okeefinokee
+    Grandpapa's Valentine
+    Alibazan
+    The Three Fishers
+    Peepsy
+    May Song
+    Two Little Valentines
+    A Howl about an Owl
+    Our Celebration
+    The Song of the Corn-popper
+    What Bobby said
+    Master Jack's Views
+    Emily Jane
+    Song of the Mother whose Children are Fond of Drawing
+    The Seven Little Tigers and the Aged Cook
+    Agamemnon
+    The Wedding
+    Swing Song
+    The Little Cossack
+    What a Very Rude Little Bird said to Johnny this Morning
+    The Monkeys and the Crocodile
+    Painted Ladies
+    Some Fishy Nonsense
+    Lady's Slipper
+    A Little Song to sing to a Little Maid in a Swing
+    Betty in Blossom-time
+    Betty's Song
+    A Nonsense Tragedy
+    From New York to Boston
+    Sandy Godolphin
+    My Clock
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat
+    Rosy Posy
+    Sick-room Fancies.
+          I. My Wall Paper
+          II. My Japanese Fan
+    Marjorie's Knitting
+    He and His Family
+    Easter-time
+    Easter
+    Jacky Frost
+    Subtraction
+    Grandfather Dear
+    Gathering Apples
+    The Ballad of the Beach
+    The Boots of a Household
+    The Palace
+    Bunker Hill Monument
+    May
+    Gregory Griggs
+    A Nursery Tragedy
+    The Umbrella Brigade
+    The Princess in Saturn and the Red Man in Mars
+    Wiggle and Waggle
+    Gret Gran'f'ther
+    Day Dreams
+    The Battle
+    The Strange Beast
+    A Garden Jingle
+    The Baby goes to Boston
+    The Flag in the Schoolroom
+    Johnny Jump-up
+    The Outlandishman
+    A Sleigh-ride
+    The Little Gnome
+    The Little Dutchess
+
+
+
+
+IN MY NURSERY.
+
+
+    In my nursery as I sit,
+    To and fro the children flit:
+    Rosy Alice, eldest born,
+    Rosalind like summer morn,
+    Sturdy Hal, as brown as berry,
+    Little Julia, shy and merry,
+    John the King, who rules us all,
+    And the Baby sweet and small.
+
+    Flitting, flitting to and fro,
+    Light they come and light they go:
+    And their presence fair and young
+    Still I weave into my song.
+    Here rings out their merry laughter,
+    Here their speech comes tripping after:
+    Here their pranks, their sportive ways,
+    Flash along the lyric maze,
+    Till I hardly know, in fine,
+    What is theirs and what is mine:
+    Can but say, through wind and weather,
+    They and I have wrought together.
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY'S FUTURE.
+
+
+    What will the baby be, Mamma,
+    (With a kick and a crow, and a hushaby-low).
+    What will the baby be, Mamma,
+    When he grows up into a man?
+    Will he always kick, and always crow,
+    And flourish his arms and his legs about so,
+    And make up such horrible faces, you know,
+    As ugly as ever he can?
+
+    The baby he may be a soldier, my dear,
+    With a fife and a drum, and a rum-tiddy-tum!
+    The baby he may be a soldier, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    He will draw up his regiment all in a row,
+    And flourish his sword in the face of the foe,
+    Who will hie them away on a tremulous toe,
+    As quickly as ever they can.
+
+    The baby he may be a sailor, my dear,
+    With a fore and an aft, and a tight little craft
+    The baby he may be a sailor, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    He will hoist his sails with a "Yo! heave, ho!"
+    And take in his reefs when it comes on to blow,
+    And shiver his timbers and so forth, you know,
+    On a genuine nautical plan.
+
+    The baby he may be a doctor, my dear,
+    With a powder and pill, and a nice little bill.
+    The baby he may be a doctor, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    He will dose you with rhubarb, and calomel too,
+    With draughts that are black and with pills that are blue;
+    And the chances will be, when he's finished with you,
+    You'll be worse off than when he began.
+
+    The baby he may be a lawyer, my dear,
+    With a bag and a fee, and a legal decree.
+    The baby he may be a lawyer, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    But, oh! dear me, should I tell to you
+    The terrible things that a lawyer can do,
+    You would take to your heels when he came into view,
+    And run from Beersheba to Dan.
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S HAND.
+
+
+    Like a little crumpled roseleaf
+    It lies on my bosom now,
+    Like a tiny sunset cloudlet,
+    Like a flake of rose-tinted snow;
+    And the pretty, helpless fingers
+    Are never a moment at rest,
+    But ever are moving and straying
+    About on the mother's breast:
+    Trying to grasp the sunbeam
+    That streams through the window high;
+    Trying to catch the white garments
+    Of the angels hovering by.
+    And as she pats and caresses
+    The dear little lovely hand,
+    The mother's thoughts go forward
+    Toward the future's shadowy land.
+    And ever her anxious vision
+    Strives to pierce each coming year,
+    With a mother's height of rapture,
+    With a mother's depth of fear,
+    As she thinks, "In the years that are coming,
+    Be they many or be they few,
+    What work is the good God sending
+    For this little hand to do?
+    Will it always be open in giving,
+    And always strong for the right?
+    Will it always be ready for labor,
+    Yet always gentle and light?
+    Will it wield the brush or the chisel
+    In the magical realms of Art?
+    Will it waken the loveliest music
+    To gladden the weary heart?
+    Will it smooth the sufferer's pillow,
+    Bring rest to his aching head?
+    Will it proffer the cup of cold water?
+    By it shall the hungry be fed?
+    Oh! in the years that are coming,
+    Be they many or be they few,
+    What now is the good God sending
+    For this little hand to do?"
+    Thus the mother's anxious vision
+    Strives to pierce each coming year,
+    With a mother's height of rapture,
+    With a mother's depth of fear.
+    Ah! whatever may be its fortunes,
+    Whatever in life its part,
+    This little wee hand will never loose
+    Its hold on the mother's heart.
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST TOOTH.
+
+
+    My own little beautiful Baby,
+    You're weeping most bitterly, dear!
+    There'd soon be a lake, if we treasured
+    Each sweet little silvery tear.
+
+    A lake? Nay! an ocean of sorrow
+    Would murmur and sigh at your feet,
+    And you would be drowned in your tear-drops,
+    My own little Baby sweet.
+
+    But, darling, as in the wide ocean
+    The divers plunge boldly down,
+    And bring up the radiant pearl-drops
+    To set in some royal crown,
+
+    E'en so from the sea of your sorrow,
+    This dolorous "fountain of youth,"
+    Will come, ere a week be over,
+    A little wee pearly tooth.
+
+    And then the tears will all vanish,
+    Dried up by the sunshine of smiles;
+    And we'll have back our own little Alice,
+    With her merriest frolics and wiles.
+
+    And whenever you laugh, my Baby,
+    Through all your life's happy years,
+    You'll show us the radiant pearl-drop
+    That you brought from the ocean of tears.
+
+
+
+
+JOHNNY'S BY-LOW SONG.
+
+
+    Here on our rock-away horse we go,
+    Johnny and I, to a land we know,--
+    Far away in the sunset gold,
+    A lovelier land than can be told.
+
+    _Chorus._ Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    The gates are ivory set with pearls,
+    One for the boys, and one for the girls:
+    So shut your bonny two eyes of blue,
+    Or else they never will let you through.
+
+    _Chorus._ Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    But what are the children all about?
+    There's never a laugh and never a shout.
+    Why, they all fell asleep, dear, long ago;
+    For how could they keep awake, you know?
+
+    _Chorus._ When all the flowers went niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    When all the flowers went niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sang by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    And each little brown or golden head
+    Is pillowed soft in a satin bed,--
+    A satin bed with sheets of silk,
+    As soft as down and as white as milk.
+
+    _Chorus_. And all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    And all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    The brook in its sleep goes babbling by,
+    And the fat little clouds are asleep in the sky;
+    And now little Johnny is sleeping too,
+    So open the gates and pass him through.
+
+    _Chorus_. Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S VALENTINE.
+
+
+    Valentine, O Valentine,
+    Pretty little Love of mine;
+    Little Love whose yellow hair
+    Makes the daffodils despair;
+    Little Love whose shining eyes
+    Fill the stars with sad surprise:
+    Hither turn your ten wee toes,
+    Each a tiny shut-up rose,
+    End most fitting and complete
+    For the rosy-pinky feet;
+    Toddle, toddle here to me,
+    For I'm waiting, do you see?--
+    Waiting for to call you mine,
+    Valentine, O Valentine!
+
+    Valentine, O Valentine,
+    I will dress you up so fine!
+    Here's a frock of tulip-leaves,
+    Trimmed with lace the spider weaves;
+    Here's a cap of larkspur blue,
+    Just precisely made for you;
+    Here's a mantle scarlet-dyed,
+    Once the tiger-lily's pride,
+    Spotted all with velvet black
+    Like the fire-beetle's back;
+    Lady-slippers on your feet,
+    Now behold you all complete!
+    Come and let me call you mine,
+    Valentine, O Valentine!
+
+    Valentine, O Valentine,
+    Now a wreath for you I'll twine.
+    I will set you on a throne
+    Where the damask rose has blown,
+    Dropping all her velvet bloom,
+    Carpeting your leafy room:
+    Here while you shall sit in pride,
+    Butterflies all rainbow-pied,
+    Dandy beetles gold and green,
+    Creeping, flying, shall be seen,
+    Every bird that shakes his wings,
+    Every katydid that sings,
+    Wasp and bee with buzz and hum.
+    Hither, hither see them come,
+    Creeping all before your feet,
+    Rendering their homage meet.
+    But 'tis I that call you mine,
+    Valentine, O Valentine!
+
+
+
+
+THE RAIN.
+
+
+    The rain came down from the sky,
+    And we asked it the reason why
+        It would ne'er stay away
+        On washing day,
+    To let our poor clothes get dry.
+
+    The rain came down on the ground,
+    With a clattering, pelting sound,
+        "Indeed, if I stayed
+        Till you called me," it said,
+    "I should not come all the year round!"
+
+
+
+THE BALLAD OF THE FAIRY SPOON.
+
+
+    The little wee baby came tripping
+      All out of the fairy land,
+    With a nosegay of fairy flowers
+      Clasped close in each little wee hand;
+
+    The flower of baby beauty,
+      The flower of baby health,
+    And all the blossomy sweetness
+      That makes up a baby's wealth.
+
+    But still he kept sighing and sobbing,
+      Sighing and sobbing away,
+    Till I said, "Now what ails my Baby,
+      And why does he cry all day?"
+
+    And he answered, "Oh! as I came tripping,
+      I spied a rose by the way:
+    And on it the loveliest dewdrop
+      I'd seen since I came away.
+
+    "But as I was stooping to sip it,
+      A wind came up from the south;
+    And it blew my little wee spoonie
+      Away from my little wee mouth."
+
+    "And what was your little wee spoonie?
+      And what does my Baby mean?"
+    "Oh! the little wee fairy spoonie
+      That was given me by the queen.
+
+    "For whenever a baby leaves her,
+      The queen she grants him a boon,--
+    She fills both his hands with flowers,
+      And puts in his mouth a spoon.
+
+    "And some are made of the hazel,
+      And some are made of the horn;
+    And some are made of the silver white,
+      For the good-luck babes that are born."
+
+    "But what are they for, my Baby?"
+      "Nay! that part I cannot tell!
+    But send for the fairy Spoonman,
+      For he knows it all right well.
+
+    "Oh! the little old fairy Spoonman,
+      He lives in the white, white moon.
+    Send a whisper up by a moonbeam,
+      And he will be down here soon."
+
+    Then I whispered along a moonbeam
+      That silvered the grass so clear,
+    "Oh! little old fairy Spoonman,
+      Come down and comfort my dear!"
+
+    Then something came sliding, sliding
+      Down out of the white, white moon.
+    And something came gliding, gliding
+      Straight in at my window soon.
+
+    And there stood a little old fairy,
+      All bent and withered and black,
+    With a leathern apron about him,
+      And a bundle of spoons at his back.
+
+    And first he looked at my baby,
+      And then he looked at me;
+    And then he looked at his apron,
+      But never a word spake he.
+
+    "Oh! Spoonman dear," said the baby,
+      "The wind blew my spoon away.
+    So now will you give me another,
+      You little black Spoonman, pray?
+
+    "For I did not lose my spoonie,
+      Nor drop it carelessly;
+    But a wind came up to my poor little mouth,
+      And blew it away from me."
+
+    "Now well for you," said the Spoonman,
+      "Little Baby, if this be so.
+    For if you had carelessly lost your spoon,
+      Without it through life you'd go.
+
+    "And well for you, little Baby,
+      If you know your spoon again.
+    For but if you know the very same one,
+      Your asking will be in vain.
+
+    "So say: was it made of the hazel,
+      Or was it made of the horn,
+    Or was it made of the silver white,
+      If a good-luck babe you were born?"
+
+    "Oh! it was nor horn nor hazel,
+      But all of the silver bright;
+    For a good-luck babe I was born indeed,
+      To be my Mammy's delight."
+
+    "Then take your spoon, little Baby,
+      With the fairies' blessing free,
+    For the south wind blew it around the world,
+      And blew it again to me."
+
+    With that he gave to my baby
+      The tiniest silver spoon.
+    Then out he slipped in the moonlight,
+      And we lost him from sight right soon.
+
+    Now some may think I am foolish,
+      And some may think I am mad;
+    But never once since that very night
+      Has my baby been cross or sad.
+
+    And I counsel all anxious mothers
+      Whose babies are crying in pain,
+    To send for the fairy Spoonman,
+      And get them their spoons again.
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS.
+
+
+    The birdies may sleep, but the winds must wake
+    Early and late, for the birdies' sake.
+    Kissing them, fanning them, soft and sweet,
+    E'en till the dark and the dawning meet.
+
+    The flowers may sleep, but the winds must wake
+    Early and late, for the flowers' sake.
+    Rocking the buds on the rose-mother's breast,
+    Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest.
+
+    The children may sleep, but the winds must wake
+    Early and late, for the children's sake.
+    Singing so sweet in each little one's ear,
+    He thinks his mother's own song to hear.
+
+
+
+
+GOOD-NIGHT SONG.
+
+
+    Good-night, Sun! go to bed!
+    Take your crown from your shining head.
+    Now put on your gray night-cap,
+    And shut your eyes for a good long nap.
+
+    Good-night, Sky, bright and blue!
+    Not a wink of sleep for you.
+    You must watch us all the night,
+    With your twinkling eyes so bright.
+
+    Good-night, flowers! now shut up
+    Every swinging bell and cup.
+    Take your sleeping-draught of dew:
+    Pleasant dreams to all of you!
+
+    Good-night, birds, that sweetly sing!
+    Little head 'neath little wing!
+    Every leaf upon the tree
+    Soft shall sing your lullaby.
+
+    Last to you, little child,
+    Sleep is coming soft and mild.
+    Now he shuts your blue eyes bright:
+    Little Baby dear, good-night!
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER "GOOD-NIGHT."
+
+
+    Birds, birds, in the linden-tree,
+    Low, low let your music be!
+    Bees, bees, in the garden bloom,
+    Hushed, hushed be your drowsy hum!
+    Wind, wind, through the lattice waft
+    Still, still, thy breathing soft!
+    Flowers, sweet be the breath you shed:
+    Two little children are going to bed.
+
+    Eyes, eyes, 'neath your curtains white,
+    Veiled, veiled be the sunny light!
+    Lips, lips, like the roses red,
+    Soft, soft be your sweet prayers said!
+    Feet, feet, that have danced all day,
+    Now, now must your dancing stay.
+    Low, low lay each golden head!
+    Two little children are going to bed.
+
+
+
+
+"A BEE CAME TUMBLING"
+
+
+    A bee came tumbling into my ear,
+    And what do you think he remarked, my dear?
+    He said that two tens make up a score,
+    And really and truly I knew that before.
+
+
+
+
+JINGLE.
+
+
+    I jumped on the back of a dragon-fly,
+    And flew and flew till I reached the sky.
+
+    I pulled down a cloud that was hiding the blue,
+    And all the wee stars came tumbling through.
+
+    They tumbled down and they tumbled round,
+    And turned into flowers as they touched the ground.
+
+    So come with me, little children, come,
+    And down in the meadow I'll pick you some.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE OLD BABY.
+
+
+    Little old baby, pretty old baby,
+      Screams and cries at his little old bath,
+    Pours on the head of his little old mother
+      All the full vials of baby wrath.
+
+    Little old baby, pretty old baby,
+      If you could see just how queer you look,--
+    Arms and legs in a knot together,
+      Face twisted up in a terrible crook,--
+
+    How you would straighten out every feature,
+      Masculine vanity all aflame!
+    Fie! what a noise from a little wee creature!
+      _Did_ they abuse him! and _was_ it a shame!
+
+    Little old baby, pretty old baby,
+      Curls himself over and goes to sleep.
+    Ah! such is life, my little old baby,
+      Sleep and forget it, or wake and weep!
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S JOURNEY.
+
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    Where shall the baby go?
+    Over dale and down,
+    To Limerick town,
+    And there shall the baby go.
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    _How_ shall the baby go?
+    In a coach-and-seven,
+    With grooms eleven,
+    And so shall the baby go.
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    _When_ shall the baby go?
+    In the afternoon,
+    By the light of the moon,
+    And then shall the baby go.
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    _Why_ shall the baby go?
+    To dance a new jig,
+    And to buy a new wig,
+    And _that's_ why the baby shall go.
+
+
+
+
+THE BUMBLEBEE.
+
+
+    The bumblebee, the bumblebee,
+    He flew to the top of the tulip-tree.
+    He flew to the top, but he could not stop,
+    For he had to get home to his early tea.
+
+    The bumblebee, the bumblebee,
+    He flew away from the tulip-tree;
+    But he made a mistake, and flew into the lake,
+    And he never got home to his early tea.
+
+
+
+
+THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN.
+
+
+    The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
+    They went to call on the soap-fat man.
+    The soap-fat man he was not within:
+    He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
+    So they all came back by the way of the town,
+    And turned the meeting-house upside down.
+
+
+
+
+YOUNG (ONE)'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.
+
+
+    "Hi!" said the baby.
+    "Ho!" said the baby.
+    "Ha!" said the baby,
+    "I won't go to sleep!
+    Naughty old mother,
+    You make such a pother,
+    Just for to bother
+    You, awake I will keep.
+
+    "Dance!" said the baby.
+    "Prance!" said the baby.
+    "Perchance," said the baby,
+    "You think I'm a goose.
+    Vainly you're dreaming
+    Of rest, and your scheming
+    To silence my screaming
+    Is all of no use.
+
+    "Sing!" said the baby.
+    "Ring!" said the baby.
+    "Bring," said the baby,
+    "My rattles and toys.
+    Still I will weep, oh!
+    Awake I will keep, oh!
+    _Won't_ go to sleep, oh!
+    _Will_ make a noise!
+
+    "Walk!" said the baby.
+    "Talk!" said the baby.
+    "I'll balk," said the baby,
+    "Your efforts, one and all.
+
+    Still I'll be scorning,
+    When, towards the morning,
+    Without any warning
+    Asleep I will fall."
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE SUNBEAM.
+
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam,
+    Waking up one day,
+    Down into the garden
+    Took her shining way;
+    Merrily went dancing
+    Down the morning air,
+    Shaking out the sparkles
+    From her golden hair.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Twinkled all about,
+    Down among the green leaves
+    Flitting in and out.
+    Waking up the daisies
+    From their morning doze,
+    Ringing up the lily-bells,
+    Knocking up the rose.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam,
+    Climbing up the wall,
+    On the baby's window
+    Happened for to fall.
+    In the little chamber
+    As she took a peep,
+    There she saw the Lovely One
+    Lying fast asleep.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Tripped into the room,
+    Sweeping out the darkness
+    With her golden broom.
+    All the little shadows,
+    Glimmering and gray,
+    Gathered up their dusky skirts,
+    Softly slid away.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam,
+    Flitting to the bed,
+    Merrily went dancing
+    Round the baby's head.
+    Suddenly there flashed out,
+    To her great surprise,
+    Other little sunbeams
+    From the baby's eyes.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Said, "How can this be?
+    Whence these little sparklers
+    So unlike to me?
+    Scarce I think they can be
+    Sunbeams real and true,
+    For we all are yellow;
+    These are lovely blue."
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Flew back to the sky.
+    Running to her father,
+    She began to cry:
+    "Father, you must vanish!
+    Run and hide your head!
+    There's a brighter sun than you
+    In the baby's bed."
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S BELONGINGS.
+
+
+    Here are the baby's bonny blue eyes.
+      What shall we give her to see?
+    A calico doll and a parrotty poll,
+      As funny as funny can be.
+
+    Here are the baby's little pink ears.
+      What shall we give her to hear?
+    A bell that will ring, and a bird that will sing,
+      And a brook that goes tinkling clear.
+
+    Here is the baby's little wee nose.
+      What shall we give her to smell?
+    A hyacinth blue and a violet too,
+      And roses and lilies as well.
+
+    Here is the baby's pretty red mouth.
+      What shall we give her to eat?
+    A sugary heart and a raspberry tart,
+      And everything else that is sweet.
+
+    And here are the baby's little fat hands.
+      What shall we give her to hold?
+    A sunbeam? That's right! and a rainbow bright,
+      And plenty of silver and gold.
+
+
+
+
+INFANTRY TACTICS.
+
+
+    _Present arms!_ There they are,
+      Both stretched out to me.
+    Strong and sturdy, smooth and white,
+      Fair as arms may be.
+
+    _Ground arms!_ on the floor,
+      Picking up his toys:
+    Breaking all within his reach,
+      Busiest of boys.
+
+    _Right wheel!_ off his cart,
+      Left wheel too is gone.
+    Horsey's head is broken off,
+      Horsey's tail is torn.
+
+    _Quick step_, forward march!
+      Crying, too, he comes.
+    Had a battle with the cat.
+      "Scratched off bofe my fums!"
+
+    _Shoulder arms!_ Here at last,
+      Round my neck they close.
+    Poor little soldier boy
+      Off to quarters goes.
+
+
+
+
+BABY BO.
+
+
+    Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a feather and bring him a song,
+    And sing to him sweetly all the day long.
+
+    Hoppety, kickety, Grasshopper oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn,
+    Hop over his head and then be gone.
+
+    Howlibus, gowlibus, Doggibus oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a snarl and bring him a snap,
+    And bring him a posy to put in his cap.
+
+    Twinkily, winkily, Firefly oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a moonbeam and bring him a star,
+    Then twinkily, winkily, fly away far.
+
+
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE.
+
+
+    Eight fingers,
+      Ten toes,
+    Two eyes,
+      And one nose.
+    Baby said
+      When she smelt the rose,
+    "Oh! what a pity
+      I've only one nose!"
+
+    Ten teeth
+      In even rows,
+    Three dimples,
+      And one nose.
+    Baby said
+      When she smelt the snuff,
+    "Deary me!
+      One nose is enough."
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.
+
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill,
+      And a blithe little man was he.
+    And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid
+      Who lived in the deep blue sea.
+    And every evening she used to sit
+      And sing on the rocks by the sea,
+    "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Won't you come out to me?"
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn heard her song,
+      And he opened his little door.
+    And he hopped and he skipped, and he skipped and he hopped,
+      Until he came down to the shore.
+    And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,
+      And still she was singing so free,
+    "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Won't you come out to me?"
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,
+      And the mermaid, she made one too,
+    And she said, "Oh! I never saw any one half
+      So perfectly sweet as you!
+    In my lovely home 'neath the ocean foam,
+      How happy we both might be!
+    Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Won't you come down with me?"
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn said, "Oh yes!
+      I'll willingly go with you.
+    And I never shall quail at the sight of your tail,
+      For perhaps I may grow one too."
+    So he took her hand, and he left the land,
+      And plunged in the foaming main.
+    And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Never was seen again.
+
+
+
+
+JEMIMA BROWN.
+
+
+    I.
+
+    Bring her here, my little Alice,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+    Make the little cradle ready!
+      Softly lay her down!
+    Once she lived in ease and comfort,
+      Slept on couch of down;
+    Now upon the floor she's lying,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+    II.
+
+    Once she was a lovely dolly,
+      Rosy-cheeked and fair,
+    With her eyes of brightest azure
+      And her golden hair;
+    Now, alas! no hair's remaining
+      On her poor old crown;
+    And the crown itself is broken,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+    III.
+
+    Once her legs were smooth and comely,
+      And her nose was straight;
+    And that arm, now hanging lonely,
+      Had, methinks, a mate.
+    And she was as finely dressed as
+      Any doll in town.
+    Now she's old, forlorn, and ragged,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+    IV.
+
+    Yet be kind to her, my Alice;
+      'Tis no fault of hers
+    If her wilful little mistress
+      Other dolls prefers.
+    Did _she_ pull her pretty hair out?
+      Did _she_ break her crown?
+    Did _she_ pull her arms and legs off,
+      Poor Jemima Brown?
+
+
+    V.
+
+    Little hands that did the mischief,
+      You must do your best
+    Now to give the poor old dolly
+      Comfortable rest.
+    So we'll make the cradle ready,
+      And we'll lay her down;
+    And we'll ask Papa to mend her,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+
+
+ALICE'S SUPPER.
+
+
+    Far down in the meadow the wheat grows green,
+    And the reapers are whetting their sickles so keen;
+    And this is the song that I hear them sing,
+    While cheery and loud their voices ring:
+    "'Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!
+    And it is for Alice's supper, ho! ho!"
+
+    Far down in the valley the old mill stands,
+    And the miller is rubbing his dusty white hands;
+    And these are the words of the miller's lay,
+    As he watches the millstones a-grinding away:
+    "'Tis the finest flour that money can buy,
+    And it is for Alice's supper, hi! hi!"
+
+    Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,
+    And Maggie is kneading the soft white dough,
+    And this is the song that she's singing to-day,
+    While merry and busy she's working away:
+    "'Tis the finest dough, by near or by far,
+    And it is for Alice's supper, ha! ha!"
+
+    And now to the nursery comes Nannie at last,
+    And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?
+    'Tis a plate full of something all yellow and white,
+    And she sings as she comes with her smile so bright:
+    "'Tis the best bread-and-butter I ever did see!
+    And it is for Alice's supper, he! he!"
+
+
+
+
+TODDLEKINS.
+
+
+    Butterfly,
+    Flutter by,
+    Through the summer air;
+    Roses bloom,
+    Sweet perfume
+    Shedding everywhere;
+    Robins sing,
+    Bluebells ring
+    Greeting to my dear,
+    When her sweet
+    Tiny feet
+    Bring her toddling here.
+
+    Pitapat!
+    Little fat
+    Funny baby toes!
+    Do not stumble,
+    Or she'll tumble
+    On her baby nose.
+    Closer cling,
+    Little thing,
+    To your mother's side,
+    Baby mine,
+    Fair and fine,
+    Mother's joy and pride.
+
+
+
+
+BOBBILY BOO AND WOLLYPOTUMP.
+
+
+    Bobbily Boo, the king so free,
+    He used to drink the Mango tea.
+    Mango tea and coffee, too,
+    He drank them both till his nose turned blue.
+
+    Wollypotump, the queen so high,
+    She used to eat the Gumbo pie.
+    Gumbo pie and Gumbo cake,
+    She ate them both till her teeth did break.
+
+    Bobbily Boo and Wollypotump,
+    Each called the other a greedy frump.
+    And when these terrible words were said,
+    They sat and cried till they both were dead.
+
+
+
+
+SLEEPYLAND.
+
+
+    Baby's been in Sleepyland,
+    Over the hills, over the hills.
+    Baby's been in Sleepyland
+    All the rainy morning.
+    From the cradle where she lay,
+    Up she jumped and flew away,
+    For Sleepyland is bright and gay
+    Every rainy morning.
+
+    What did you see in Sleepyland,
+    Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?
+    What did you see in Sleepyland,
+    All the rainy morning?
+    Saw the sun that shone so twinkily,
+    Saw the grass that waved so crinkily,
+    Saw the brook that flowed so tinkily,
+    All the lovely morning.
+
+    What did you hear in Sleepyland,
+    Over the hills, over the hills?
+    What did you hear in Sleepyland,
+    All the rainy morning?
+    Heard the winds that wooed so wooingly,
+    Heard the doves that cooed so cooingly,
+    Heard the cows that mooed so mooingly,
+    All the lovely morning.
+
+    What did you do in Sleepyland,
+    Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?
+    What did you do in Sleepyland,
+    All the rainy morning?
+    Sang a song with a blue canary,
+    Danced a dance with a golden fairy,
+    Rode about on a cinnamon beary,
+    All the lovely morning.
+
+    Would I could go to Sleepyland,
+    Over the hills, over the hills;
+    Would I could go to Sleepyland,
+    Every rainy morning.
+    But to Sleepyland, as I have been told,
+    No one may go after three years old,
+    So poor old Mammy stays out in the cold,
+    Every rainy morning.
+
+
+
+
+Little Brown Bobby.
+
+
+    Little Brown Bobby sat on the barn floor
+    Little Brown Bobby looked in at the door,
+    Little Brown Bobby   said "Lackaday!
+    Who'll drive me this little brown bobby away?"
+    Little Brown Bobby said "Shoo! shoo! shoo!"
+    Little Brown Bobby said "Moo! moo! moo!"
+    This frightened them so that both of them cried,
+    And wished they were back at their Mammy's side!
+
+
+
+
+PHIL'S SECRET.
+
+
+    I know a little girl,
+    But I won't tell who!
+    Her hair is of the gold,
+    And her eyes are of the blue.
+    Her smile is of the sweet,
+    And her heart is of the true.
+    Such a pretty little girl!--
+    But I won't tell who.
+
+    I see her every day,
+    But I won't tell where!
+    It may be in the lane,
+    By the thorn-tree there.
+    It may be in the garden,
+    By the rose-beds fair.
+    Such a pretty little girl!--
+    But I won't tell where.
+
+    I'll marry her some day,
+    But I won't tell when!
+    The very smallest boys
+    Make the very biggest men.
+    When I'm as tall as father,
+    You may ask about it then.
+    Such a pretty little girl!--
+    But I won't tell when.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG FOR HAL.
+
+
+    Once I saw a little boat, and a pretty, pretty boat,
+    When daybreak the hills was adorning,
+    And into it I jumped, and away I did float,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    _Chorus._   And every little wave had its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
+    And every little wave had its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    All the fishes were asleep in their caves cool and deep,
+    When the ripple round my keel flashed a warning.
+    Said the minnow to the skate, "We must certainly be late,
+    Though I thought 'twas very early in the morning."
+
+    _Chorus._   For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
+    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    The lobster darkly green soon appeared upon the scene,
+    And pearly drops his claws were adorning.
+    Quoth he, "May I be boiled, if I'll have my slumber spoiled,
+    So very, very early in the morning!"
+
+    _Chorus._   For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on,
+    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    Said the sturgeon to the eel, "Just imagine how I feel,
+    Thus roused without a syllable of warning.
+    People ought to let us know when a-sailing they would go,
+    So very, very early in the morning."
+
+    _Chorus._   When every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
+    When every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    Just then up jumped the sun, and the fishes every one
+    For their laziness at once fell a-mourning.
+    But I stayed to hear no more, for my boat had reached the shore,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    _Chorus._   And every little wave took its nightcap off,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap off.
+    And every little wave took its nightcap off,
+    And courtesied to the sun in the morning.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES.
+
+
+    Is it true, my mother?
+    Can it really be,
+    That the little fairies
+    Every day you see?
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    Wonderful and wise,
+    Have you really seen them
+    With your own two eyes?
+
+    Tell me where their home is,
+    Dearest mother mine.
+    Is it in the garden
+    'Neath the clustering vine?
+    Is it in the meadow,
+    'Mid the grasses tall?
+    Is it by the brookside,
+    Sweetest place of all?
+
+    Deep within the woodland,
+    Shall I find them then,--
+    Pretty little maidens,
+    Pretty little men;
+    Curled among the roseleaves,
+    Stretched along the fern,
+    Where no wind can shake them,
+    And no sunbeams burn?
+
+    Does the little queen live
+    In a great red rose,
+    Twenty elves to fan her
+    When to sleep she goes;
+    Coverlet of lilies
+    Sprinkled o'er with pearls,
+    Golden stars a-twinkling
+    In her golden curls?
+
+    Do they paint the flowers?
+    Do they teach the birds
+    All their lovely music,
+    With its strange, sweet words?
+    Oh! but tell me, mother!
+    Is it really true?
+    And when next you seek them,
+    Will you take me too?
+
+    True it is, my darling,
+    True as true can be,
+    That the little fairies
+    Every day I see,
+    Not within the meadow,
+    Not in woodland gloom,
+    But in brightest sunshine,
+    In this very room.
+
+    Singing like the robin,
+    Chirping like the wren,
+    Pretty little maidens,
+    Pretty little men;
+    Leaning o'er my shoulder,
+    Swinging on my chair,
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    I see them everywhere.
+
+    Peeping at the window,
+    Peeping at the door,
+    If I bid them scamper,
+    Peeping all the more.
+    Little sweetest voices
+    Laughing merrily,
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    They'll never let me be.
+
+    Tugging at my apron,
+    Twitching at my gown,
+    Climbing up into my lap,
+    Rumble-tumbling down.
+    Naughty little blue eyes,
+    Full of impish glee,
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    They'll never let me be!
+
+    All are kings and queens, dear,
+    Every smallest one;
+    And on mother's knee here
+    Is their regal throne.
+    Look into the glass, dear!
+    One of them you'll see.
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    God bless them all for me!
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.
+
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She's travelling over the sea:
+    She's bringing a beautiful cuttlefish,
+    To play with my baby and me.
+
+    Oh! his head is three miles long, my dear,
+    His tail is three miles short.
+    And when he goes out he wriggles his snout,
+    In a way that no cuttlefish ought.
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She rides on a sea-green whale.
+    He takes her a mile, with an elegant smile,
+    At every flip of his tail.
+
+    He can snuffle and snore like a Highlandman,
+    And swear like a Portugee;
+    He can amble and prance like a peer of France,
+    And lie like a heathen Chinee.
+
+    [Illustration: QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.]
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She dresses in wonderful taste.
+    The sea-serpent coils, all painted in oils,
+    Around her bee-yu-tiful waist.
+
+    Oh! her gown is made of the green sea-kale;
+    And though she knows nothing of feet,
+    She can manage her train, with an air of disdain,
+    In a way that is perfectly sweet.
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She's travelling over the main.
+    So we'll hire a hack, and we'll take her straight back
+    To her beautiful Islands again.
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S WAYS.
+
+
+    Toddle, toddle, waddle, waddle,
+    On her little pinky toes.
+    Stumble, stumble, pitch and tumble,
+    That's the way the baby goes.
+
+    Prattle, prattle, rattle, rattle,
+    Little shouts and little shrieks,
+    Tears, with laughter coming after,
+    That's the way the baby speaks.
+
+    Playing, toying, still enjoying
+    Every sweet that Nature gives.
+    Smiling, weeping, waking, sleeping,
+    That's the way the baby lives.
+
+
+
+
+POT AND KETTLE.
+
+     [_To be read to little boys and girls who quarrel with each
+     other._]
+
+
+    "Oho! Oho!" said the pot to the kettle,
+      "You're dirty and ugly and black!
+    Sure no one would think you were made of metal,
+      Except when you're given a crack."
+
+    "Not so! not so!" kettle said to the pot.
+      "'Tis your own dirty image you see.
+    For I am so clear, without blemish or blot,
+      That your blackness is mirrored in me."
+
+
+
+
+PUNKYDOODLE AND JOLLAPIN.
+
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the Emperor take his tea?
+    He takes it with melons, he takes it with milk,
+    He takes it with syrup and sassafras silk.
+    He takes it without, he takes it within.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the Cardinal take his tea?
+    He takes it in Latin, he takes it in Greek,
+    He takes it just seventy times in the week.
+    He takes it so strong that it makes him grin.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the Admiral take his tea?
+    He takes it with splices, he takes it with spars,
+    He takes it with jokers and jolly jack tars.
+    And he stirs it round with a dolphin's fin.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the President take his tea?
+    He takes it in bed, he takes it in school,
+    He takes it in Congress against the rule.
+    He takes it with brandy, and thinks it no sin.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+
+
+
+MRS. SNIPKIN AND MRS. WOBBLECHIN.
+
+
+                Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
+                With her little pipkin,
+    Sat by the fireside a-warming of her toes.
+                Fat Mrs. Wobblechin,
+                With her little doublechin,
+    Sat by the window a-cooling of her nose.
+
+                Says this one to that one,
+                "Oh! you silly fat one,
+    _Will_ you shut the window down? You're freezing me to death!"
+                Says that one to t'other one,
+                "Good gracious, how you bother one!
+    There isn't air enough for me to draw my precious breath!"
+
+                Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
+                Took her little pipkin,
+    Threw it straight across the room as hard as she could throw;
+                Hit Mrs. Wobblechin
+                On her little doublechin,
+    And out of the window a-tumble she did go.
+
+
+
+
+MY SUNBEAMS.
+
+
+    Oh, what shall we do for the Lovely
+      This rainy, rainy day?
+    Oh! how shall we make the baby laugh,
+      When everything's dull and gray?
+
+    The sun has gone on a picnic,
+      The moon has gone to bed,
+    The tiresome sky does nothing but cry,
+      As if its best friend were dead.
+
+    Come hither, come hither, my Sunbeams!
+      Come one, and two, and three;
+    And now in a trice we'll have the room
+      As sunny as sunny can be.
+
+    Come, dimpling, dimpling Dumpling,
+      Come, Rosy, Posy Rose,
+    Come, little boy Billy a-toddling round
+      On little fat tottering toes.
+
+    Now twinkle, now twinkle, my Sunbeams!
+      Now twinkle and laugh and dance,
+    And brush me the gloom straight out of the room,
+      Nor leave it the ghost of a chance.
+
+    Aha! see the Lovely smile now!
+      Aha! see her jump and crow!
+    As round and round, with laugh and dance,
+      My three merry Sunbeams go.
+
+    And who cares now for the raindrops?
+      Who cares for the gloomy day,
+    When each little heart is doing its part
+      To make us all glad and gay?
+
+    You moon, you may stay in bed now;
+      You sun, you may wander and roam;
+    And cry away, cry, you tiresome sky!
+      We've plenty of sunshine at home!
+
+
+
+
+IN THE CLOSET.
+
+
+    They've took away the ball,
+          Oh dear!
+    And I'll never get it back,
+          I fear.
+    And now they've gone away,
+    And left me for to stay
+    All alone the livelong day,
+          In here.
+
+    It was my ball, anyhow,
+          Not his:
+    For he never had a ball
+          Like this.
+    Such a coward you'll not see,
+    E'en if you should live to be
+    Old as Deuteronomy,
+          As he is.
+
+    I'm sure I meant no harm,
+          None at all!
+    I just held out my hand
+          For the ball,
+    And--somehow--it hit his head.
+    Then his nose it went and bled,
+    And as if I 'd killed him dead
+          He did bawl.
+
+    Mother said I was a naughty
+          Little wretch.
+    And Aunt Jane said the police
+          She would fetch.
+    And that nurse, who's always glad
+    Of a chance to make me mad,
+    Said, "indeed she never _had_
+          Seen sech!"
+
+    No! I never, never _will_
+          Be good!
+    I'll go and be a babe
+          In the wood.
+    I'll run away to sea,
+    And a pirate I will be.
+    Then they'll never _dare_ call me
+          Rough and rude.
+
+    How hungry I am getting!
+          Let me see!
+    I wonder what they're going to have
+          For tea.
+    Of course there will be jam
+    And--oh! that potted ham!
+    How unfortunate I am!
+          Dear me!
+
+    Oh! it's growing very dark
+          In here.
+    And that shadow in the corner
+          Looks so queer!
+    Won't they bring me any light?
+    Must I stay in here all night?
+    I shall surely die of fright.
+          Oh dear!
+
+    Mother, darling, will you _never_
+          Come back?
+    _Oh! I'm sorry that I hit him
+          Such a crack!_
+    Hark! yes, 'tis her voice I hear!
+    Now good-by to every fear!
+    For she's calling me her dear
+          Little Jack!
+
+
+
+
+BED-TIME.
+
+
+    How many toes has the tootsey foot?
+    One, two, three, four, five.
+    Shut them all up in the little red sock,
+    Snugger than bees in a hive.
+
+    How many fingers has little wee hand?
+    Four, and a little wee thumb.
+    Shut them up under the bedclothes tight,
+    For fear that Jack Frost should come.
+
+    How many eyes has the Baby Bo?
+    Two, so shining and bright.
+    Shut them up under the little white lids.
+    And kiss them a loving good-night.
+
+
+
+
+BIRD-SONG.
+
+
+    Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!
+      Sing we in the morning,
+    Sending up to heaven's blue our happy waking song;
+      Daily, gayly, our tiny home adorning,
+    Working all so merrily the whole day long.
+
+    Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!
+      Sing we in the noontide;
+    Half the day is over now, half our work is done;
+      Neatly, featly, the moss and twigs are blended,
+    Feather, flower, leaf, and stems, all added one by one.
+
+    Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!
+      Sing we in the evening;
+    Happy day is past, past, happy night begun;
+      Wooing, cooing, we nestle 'mid the branches,
+    Sinking down to rest with the sinking of the sun.
+
+    Soft, soft, soft, soft,
+      Sleep we through the still night;
+    Tiny head 'neath tiny wing comfortably curled,
+      Singing, springing, with the breath of morning,
+    Waking up once more to all the wonder of the world.
+
+
+
+
+GEOGRAPHI.
+
+     [AIR: _There was a maid in my countree._]
+
+
+    There was a man in Manitobá,
+    The only man that ever was thar;
+    His name was Nicholas Jones McGee,
+    And he loved a maid in Mirimichi.
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    Sing ha! ha! ha! for Manitobá!
+    Sing he! he! he! for Mirimichi!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson for you and me.
+
+    There was a man in New Mexico,
+    He lost his grandmother out in the snow;
+    But his heart was light, and his ways were free,
+    So he bought him another in Santa Fé.
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    Sing ho! ho! ho! for New Mexico!
+    Sing he! he! he! for Santa Fé!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson for you and me.
+
+    There was a man in Austra-li-a,
+    He sat and wept on the new-mown hay;
+    He jumped on the tail of a kangaroo.
+    And rode till he came to Kalamazoo.
+
+    _Chorus._   Sing hey! hey! hey! for Austra-li-a!
+    Sing hoo! hoo! hoo! for Kalamazoo!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson for me and you.
+
+    There was a man in Jiggerajum,
+    He went to sea in a kettle-drum;
+    He sailed away to the Salisbury Shore,
+    And I never set eyes on that man any more.
+
+    _Chorus._   Sing hum! hum! hum! for Jiggerajum!
+    Sing haw! haw! haw! for the Salisbury Shore!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson the whole world o'er.
+
+
+
+
+HIGGLEDY-PIGGLEDY.
+
+
+    Higgledy-piggledy went to school,
+    Looking so nice and neat!
+    Clean little mittens on clean little hands,
+    Clean little shoes on his feet.
+    Jacket and trousers all nicely brushed,
+    Collar and cuffs like snow.
+    "See that you come home as neat to-night,
+    Higgledy-piggledy oh!"
+
+    Higgledy-piggledy came from school,
+    In such a woful plight,
+    All the people he met on the road
+    Ran screaming away with fright.
+    One shoe gone for ever and aye,
+    T'other one stiff with mud,
+    Dirt-spattered jacket half torn from his back,
+    Mittens both lost in the wood.
+
+    Higgledy-piggledy stayed in bed
+    All a long, pleasant day,
+    While his father fished for his other boot
+    In the roadside mud and clay.
+    All day long his mother must mend,
+    Wash and iron and sew,
+    Before she can make him fit to be seen,
+    Higgledy-piggledy oh!
+
+
+
+
+BELINDA BLONDE.
+
+
+    Belinda Blonde was a beautiful doll,
+    With rosy-red cheeks and a flaxen poll.
+    Her lips were red, and her eyes were blue,
+    But to say she was happy would not be true;
+    For she pined for love of the great big Jack
+    Who lived in the Box so grim and black.
+
+    She never had looked on the Jack his face;
+    But she fancied it shining with beauty and grace,
+    And all the day long she would murmur and pout,
+    Because Jack-in-the-box would never come out.
+
+    "Oh, beautiful, beautiful Jack-in-the-box,
+    Undo your bolts and undo your locks!
+    The cupboard is shut, and there's no one about:
+    Oh! Jack-in-the-box, jump out! jump out!"
+
+    But alas! alas! for Belinda Blonde,
+    And alas! alas! for her dreamings fond.
+    There soon was an end to all her doubt,
+    For Jack-in-the-box really _did_ jump out,--
+
+    Out with a crash and out with a spring,
+    Half black and half scarlet, a horrible thing.
+    Out with a yell and a shriek and a shout,
+    His great goggle-eyes glaring wildly about.
+
+    "And what did Belinda do?" you say.
+    Alas! before she could get out of the way,
+    The monster struck her full on the head,
+    And with pain and with terror she fell down dead.
+
+
+MORAL.
+
+    Now all you dolls, both little and big,
+    With china crown and with curling wig,
+    Before you give way to affection fond,
+    Remember the fate of Belinda Blonde!
+    And unless you're fond of terrible knocks,
+    _Don't_ set your heart on a Jack-in-the-box!
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY'S DREAM; OR, THE GEOGRAPHY DEMON.
+
+
+    I hate my geography lesson!
+    It's nothing but nonsense and names.
+    To bother me so every Thursday,
+    I think it's the greatest of shames.
+    The brooklets flow into the rivers,
+    The rivers flow into the sea;
+    For my part, I hope they enjoy it!
+    But what does it matter to me?
+    Of late even more I've disliked it,
+    More thoroughly odious it seems,
+    Ever since that sad night of last winter,
+    When I had that most frightful of dreams.
+    I'd studied two hours that evening,
+    On mountains and rivers and lakes;
+
+    When I'd promised to go down to Grandpa's,
+    For one of Aunt Susan's plum-cakes.
+    She sent me one, though, and I ate it
+    On the stairs, before going to bed;
+    And those stupid old mountains and rivers
+    Were dancing all night through my head.
+    I dreamed that a horrible monster
+    Came suddenly into my room,--
+    A frightful Geography Demon,
+    Enveloped in darkness and gloom.
+    His body and head like a mountain,
+    A volcano on top for hat;
+    His arms and his legs were like rivers,
+    With a brook round his neck for cravat.
+    He laid on my trembling shoulder
+    His fingers cold, clammy, and long;
+    And rolling his red eyes upon me,
+    He roared out this horrible song:--
+
+    "Come! come! rise and come
+    Away to the banks of the Muskingum!
+    It rolls o'er the plains of Timbuctoo,
+    With the Peak of Teneriffe just in view;
+    And the cataracts leap in the pale moonshine,
+    As they dance o'er the cliffs of Brandywine.
+
+    "Flee! flee! rise and flee
+    Away to the banks of the Tombigbee!
+    We'll pass by Alaska's flowery strand,
+    Where the emerald towers of Pekin stand;
+    We'll pass it by, and we'll rest awhile
+    On Michillimackinack's tropic isle;
+    While the apes of Barbary frisk around,
+    And the parrots crow with a lovely sound.
+
+    "Hie! hie! rise and hie
+    Away to the banks of the Yang-tse-kai!
+    There the giant mountains of Oshkosh stand,
+    And the icebergs gleam through the shifting sand;
+    While the elephant sits in the palm-tree high,
+    And the cannibal feasts upon bad-boy pie.
+
+    "Go! go! rise and go
+    Away to the banks of the Hoang-ho!
+    There the Chickasaw sachem is making his tea,
+    And the kettle boils and waits for thee.
+    I'll smite thee, ho! and I'll lay thee low,
+    On the beautiful banks of the Hoang-ho!"
+
+    These terrible words were still sounding
+    Like trumpets and drums through my head,
+    When the monster clutched tighter my shoulder,
+    And dragged me half out of the bed.
+    In terror I clung to the bedpost,
+    But the faithless bedpost broke;
+    I screamed out aloud in my anguish,
+    And suddenly--well--I awoke!!--
+    No monster--no music--all silence,
+    Save mother's soft accents so mild:
+    "No, Father, you need not be anxious!
+    I know now what troubles the child.
+    I'll give him a little hot ginger
+    As soon as he's fairly awake;
+    His frightful Geography Demon
+    Is just his Aunt Susan's plum-cake!"
+
+
+
+
+POLLY'S YEAR.
+
+
+    JANUARY 1.
+
+    Come sit on my knee and tell me here,
+      Polly, my dear, Polly, my dear,
+    What do you mean to do this year?
+
+    I mean to be good the whole year long,
+    And never do anything careless or wrong;
+    I mean to learn all my lessons right,
+    And do my sums, if I sit up all night.
+    I mean to keep all my frocks so clean,
+    Nurse never will say I'm "not fit to be seen."
+    I mean not to break even one of my toys,
+    And I never, oh! _never_ will make any noise.
+    In short, Uncle Ned, as you'll very soon see,
+    The best little girl in the world I shall be.
+
+
+DECEMBER 31.
+
+    Come sit on my knee and let me hear,
+      Polly, my dear, Polly, my dear,
+    What you have done in the course of the year.
+
+    Oh dear! Uncle Ned, oh dear! and oh dear!
+    I'm afraid it has _not_ been a very good year.
+    For somehow my sums _would_ come out wrong,
+    And somehow my frocks wouldn't stay clean long.
+    And somehow I've often been dreadfully cross,
+    And somehow I broke my new rocking-horse.
+    And somehow Nurse says I have made such a noise,
+    I might just as well have been one of the boys.
+    In short, Uncle Ned, I very much fear
+    You must wait for my goodness another year.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE ROBINS SING IN THE MORNING.
+
+
+    Wake! wake! children, wake!
+    Here we're singing for your sake,
+    Chirrup! chirrup! chirrup! chee!
+    Sweet a song as sweet can be.
+
+    Rise! rise! children, rise!
+    Shake the poppies from your eyes.
+    Sweet! sweet! chirrup! tweet!
+    Morning blossoms at your feet.
+
+    Song and sweetness, dawn and dew,
+    All are waiting now for you.
+    Wake! wake! children, wake!
+    Here we're singing for your sake.
+
+
+
+
+THE EVE OF THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.
+
+
+    I.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They vowed, every one, they'd have glorious fun
+          On the glorious Fourth of July.
+    They spent all their money on trumpets and drums,
+          On fish-horns and pistols and guns,
+    On elephant crackers (which they pronounced "whackers"),
+          On toffee, torpedoes, and buns.
+
+
+    II.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They said with delight, "We will sit up all night,
+          To make ready for Fourth of July.
+    We will beat on our drums till the constable comes,
+          And then we will hasten away.
+    We will toot the gay horn till the coming of morn,
+          The morn of the glorious day."
+
+
+    III.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They made such a noise that the other small boys
+          With envy were ready to die.
+    They made such a din that the neighbors within
+          With fury were ready to choke,
+    With rage at the drumming and strumming and humming,
+          The pistols and powder and smoke.
+
+
+    IV.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They thought 'twould be best for a moment to rest,
+          And their toffee and buns for to try.
+    On the steps of a house they began to carouse,
+          And they shouted and shrieked in their glee,
+    As they fired their guns and devoured their buns
+          In a manner both frolic and free.
+
+
+    V.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    Ah! nothing they saw of the opening door,
+          Nothing knew of the peril so nigh.
+    A horrid great man with a watering-can
+          Was standing behind them so still,
+    And suddenly down on each curly crown
+          Its contents he poured with a will.
+
+
+    VI.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    With squeaks and with squeals did they take to their heels,
+          While their enemy after did fly.
+    And he beat them with sticks, and he kicked them with kicks,
+          And he thumped on their heads with the can,
+    And half-way up the street he pursued them so fleet,
+          Still thumping their heads as he ran.
+
+
+    VII.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They said, every one, that it wasn't much fun
+          Getting ready for Fourth of July.
+    They crept to their beds and they laid down their heads,
+          And they slept till the sun was on high,
+    And when they awaked, so sorely they ached,
+          That they just could do nothing but cry.
+
+
+
+
+THE DANDY CAT.
+
+
+    To Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Tabby de Sly
+    His mistress remarked one day,
+    "I'm tormented, my cat, both by mouse and by rat:
+    Come rid me of them, I pray!
+
+    "For though you're a cat of renowned descent,
+    And your kittenhood's long been gone,
+    Yet never a trace of the blood of your race
+    In battle or siege you've shown."
+
+    Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Tabby de Sly
+    Arose from his downy bed.
+    He washed himself o'er, from his knightly paw
+    To the top of his knightly head.
+
+    And he curled his whiskers, and combed his hair,
+    And put on his perfumed gloves;
+    And his sword he girt on, which had never been drawn
+    Save to dazzle the eyes of his loves.
+
+    And when he had cast one admiring glance
+    On the looking-glass tall and fair,
+    To the pantry he passed; but he stood aghast,
+    For lo! the pantry was bare!
+
+    The pickles, the cookies, the pies were gone!
+    And naught remained on the shelf
+    Save the bone of a ham, which lay cold and calm,
+    The ghost of its former self.
+
+    Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin stood sore dismayed,
+    And he looked for the mice and rats.
+    But they, every one, had been long since gone
+    Far, far from the reach of cats.
+
+    For while he was donning his satin pelisse,
+    And his ribbons and laces gay,
+    They had finished their feast, without hurry the least,
+    And had tranquilly trotted away.
+
+    The mistress of Green-eyes Grimalkin de Sly,
+    A woman full stern was she.
+    She came to the door, and she rated him sore
+    When the state of the case she did see.
+
+    She grasped him, spite of his knightly blood,
+    By the tip of his knightly tail;
+    His adornments she stripped, and his body she dipped
+    Three times in the water-pail.
+
+    She plunged him thrice 'neath the icy flood,
+    Then turned him out-doors to dry;
+    And terror and cold on his feelings so told,
+    That he really was like to die.
+
+    And now in this world 'twould be hard to find,
+    Although you looked low and high,
+    A cat who cares less for the beauties of dress
+    Than Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Sly.
+
+
+
+
+A PARTY.
+
+
+    On Willy's birthday, as you see,
+    These little boys have come to tea.
+    But, oh! how very sad to tell!
+    They have not been behaving well.
+    For ere they took a single bite,
+    They all began to scold and fight.
+
+    The little boy whose name was Ned,
+    He wanted jelly on his bread;
+    The little boy whose name was Sam,
+    He vowed he would have damson jam;
+    The little boy whose name was Phil
+    Said, "I'll have honey! _Yes_--I--WILL!!"
+
+    BUT--
+
+    The little boy whose name was Paul,
+    While they were quarrelling, ate it all.
+
+
+
+
+JUMBO JEE.
+
+
+    There were some kings, in number three,
+    Who built the tower of Jumbo Jee.
+    They built it up to a monstrous height,
+    At eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.
+
+    They built it up for forty miles,
+    With mutual bows and pleasing smiles;
+    And then they sat on the edge to rest,
+    And partook of lunch with a cheerful zest.
+
+    And first they ate of the porkly pie,
+    And wondered why they had built so high;
+    And next they drank of the ginger wine,
+    Which gave their noses a regal shine.
+
+    They drank to the health of Jumbo Jee,
+    Until they could neither hear nor see.
+    They drank to the health of Jumbo Land,
+    Until they could neither walk nor stand.
+
+    They drank to the health of Jumbo Tower
+    Until they really could drink no more;
+    And then they sank in a blissful swoon,
+    And flung their crowns at the rising moon.
+
+
+
+
+AN INDIAN BALLAD.
+
+
+    Whopsy Whittlesey Whanko Whee,
+    Howly old, growly old Indian he,
+    Lived on the hills of the Mungo-Paws,
+    With all his pappooses and all his squaws.
+    There was Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose,
+    And Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose:
+    There was Pecksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too,
+    But the fairest of all was Michiky Moo.
+    Michiky Moo, the Savory Tart,
+    Pride of Whittlesey Whanko's heart;
+    Michiky Moo, the Cherokee Pie,
+    Apple of Whittlesey Whanko's eye.
+    Whittlesey Whanko loved her so
+    That the other squaws did with envy glow;
+    And each said to the other, "Now, what shall we do
+    To spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo?"
+    "We'll lure her away to the mountain top,
+    And there her head we will neatly chop."
+    "We'll wile her away to the forest's heart,
+    And shoot her down with a poisoned dart."
+    "We'll lead her away to the river-side,
+    And there she shall be the Manito's bride."
+    "Oh! one of these things we will surely do,
+    And we'll spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo."
+    "Michiky Moo, thou Cherokee Pie,
+    Away with me to the mountain high!"
+    "Nay, my sister, I will not roam.
+    I'm safer and happier here at home."
+    "Michiky Moo, thou Savory Tart,
+    Away with me to the forest's heart!"
+    "Nay! my sister, I will not go;
+    I fear the dart of some hidden foe."
+    "Michiky Moo, old Whittlesey's pride,
+    Away with me to the river-side!"
+    "Nay! my sister, for fear I fall!
+    And wouldst thou come if thou heardst me call?"
+    "Now choose thee, choose thee thy way of death!
+    For soon thou shalt draw thy latest breath!
+    We all have sworn that this day we'll see
+    The last, proud Michiky Moo, of thee!"
+    Whittlesey Whanko, hidden near,
+    Each and all of these words did hear.
+    He summoned his braves, all painted for war,
+    And gave them in charge each guilty squaw:
+    "Take Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose;
+    Take Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose;
+    Take Peeksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too,
+    And leave me alone with my Michiky Moo.
+    This one away to the mountain top,
+    And there her head ye shall neatly chop;
+    This one away to the forest's heart,
+    And shoot her down with a poisoned dart;
+    This one away to the river-side,
+    And there she shall be the Manito's bride;
+    Away with them all, the woodlands through!
+    For I'll have no squaw save Michiky Moo."
+    Away went the braves, without question or pause,
+    And they soon put an end to the guilty squaws.
+    They pleasantly smiled when the deed was done,
+    Saying, "Ping-ko-chanky! oh! isn't it fun!"
+    And then they all danced the Buffalo dance,
+    And capered about with ambiguous prance,
+    While they drank to the health of the lovers so true,
+    Bold Whittlesey Whanko and Michiky Moo.
+
+
+
+
+THE EGG.
+
+
+    Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,--
+    A nice little new-laid egg?
+    My grandmamma told me to run to the barn-yard,
+    And see if just one I could beg.
+
+    "Moolly-cow, Moolly-cow, down in the meadow,
+    Have you any eggs, I pray?"
+    The Moolly-cow stares as if I were crazy,
+    And solemnly stalks away.
+
+    "Oh! Doggie, Doggie, perhaps you may have it,
+    That nice little egg for me."
+    But Doggie just wags his tail and capers,
+    And never an egg has he.
+
+    "Now, Dobbin, Dobbin, I'm sure you must have one,
+    Hid down in your manger there."
+    But Dobbin lays back his ears and whinnies,
+    With "Come and look, if you dare!"
+
+    "Piggywig, Piggywig, grunting and squealing,
+    Are you crying 'Fresh eggs for sale'?"
+    No! Piggy, you're very cold and unfeeling,
+    With that impudent quirk in your tail.
+
+    "You wise old Gobbler, you look so knowing,
+    I'm sure you can find me an egg.
+    You stupid old thing! just to say 'Gobble-gobble!'
+    And balance yourself on one leg."
+
+    Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,--
+    That little white egg so small?
+    I've asked every animal here in the barn-yard,
+    And they won't give me any at all.
+
+    But after I'd hunted until I was tired,
+    I found--not one egg, but ten!
+    And you _never_ could guess where they all were hidden,--
+    Right under our old speckled hen!
+
+
+
+
+WOULDN'T.
+
+
+    She _wouldn't_ have on her naughty bib!
+    She _wouldn't_ get into her naughty crib!
+    She _wouldn't_ do this, and she _wouldn't_ do that,
+    And she _would_ put her foot in her Sunday hat.
+
+    She _wouldn't_ look over her picture-book!
+    She _wouldn't_ run out to help the cook!
+    She _wouldn't_ be petted or coaxed or teased,
+    And she _would_ do _exactly whatever_ she pleased.
+
+    She _wouldn't_ have naughty rice to eat!
+    She _wouldn't_ be gentle and good and sweet!
+    She _wouldn't_ give me one single kiss,
+    And pray what could we do with a girl like this?
+
+    We tickled her up, and we tickled her down,
+    From her toddling toes to her curling crown.
+    And we kissed her and tossed her, until she was fain
+    To promise she wouldn't say "wouldn't" again.
+
+
+
+
+WILL-O'-THE-WISP.
+
+
+    "Will-o'-the-wisp! Will-o'-the-wisp!
+      Show me your lantern true!
+    Over the meadow and over the hill,
+      Gladly I'll follow you.
+    Never I'll murmur nor ask to rest,
+      And ever I'll be your friend,
+    If you'll only give me the pot of gold
+      That lies at your journey's end."
+
+    Will-o'-the-wisp, Will-o'-the-wisp,
+      Lighted his lantern true;
+    Over the meadow and over the hill,
+      Away and away he flew.
+    And away and away went the poor little boy,
+      Trudging along so bold,
+    And thinking of naught but the journey's end,
+      And the wonderful pot of gold.
+
+    Will-o'-the-wisp, Will-o'-the-wisp,
+      Flew down to a lonely swamp;
+    He put out his lantern and vanished away
+      In the evening chill and damp.
+    And the poor little boy went shivering home,
+      Wet and tired and cold;
+    He had come, alas! to his journey's end,
+      But where was the pot of gold?
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE VERSES.
+
+
+    I.
+
+                Nicholas Ned,
+                He lost his head,
+    And put a turnip on instead;
+                But then, ah me!
+                He could not see,
+    So he thought it was night, and he went to bed.
+
+
+    II.
+
+                Ponsonby Perks,
+                He fought with Turks,
+    Performing many wonderful works;
+                He killed over forty,
+                High-minded and haughty,
+    And cut off their heads with smiles and smirks.
+
+
+    III.
+
+                Winifred White,
+                She married a fright,
+    She called him her darling, her duck, and delight;
+                The back of his head
+                Was so lovely, she said,
+    It dazzled her soul and enraptured her sight.
+
+
+    IV.
+
+                Harriet Hutch,
+                Her conduct was such,
+    Her uncle remarked it would conquer the Dutch:
+                She boiled her new bonnet,
+                And breakfasted on it,
+    And rode to the moon on her grandmother's crutch.
+
+
+
+
+AN OLD RAT'S TALE.
+
+
+    He was a rat, and she was a rat,
+    And down in one hole they did dwell.
+    And each was as black as your Sunday hat,
+    And they loved one another well.
+
+    He had a tail, and she had a tail;
+    Both long and curling and fine.
+    And each said, "My love's 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 them befell I never can tell,
+    For they never came back again.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE LITTLE GIRL WHO WRIGGLES.
+
+
+    Don't wriggle about any more, my dear!
+    I'm sure all your joints must be sore, my dear!
+    It's wriggle and jiggle, it's twist and it's wiggle,
+    Like an eel on a shingly shore, my dear,
+    Like an eel on a shingly shore.
+
+    Oh! how do you think you would feel, my dear,
+    If you should turn into an eel, my dear?
+    With never an arm to protect you from harm,
+    And no sign of a toe or a heel, my dear,
+    No sign of a toe or a heel?
+
+    And what do you think you would do, my dear,
+    Far down in the water so blue, my dear,
+    Where the prawns and the shrimps, with their curls and their crimps,
+    Would turn up their noses at you, my dear,
+    Would turn up their noses at you?
+
+    The crab he would give you a nip, my dear,
+    And the lobster would lend you a clip, my dear.
+    And perhaps if a shark should come by in the dark,
+    Down his throat you might happen to slip, my dear,
+    Down his throat you might happen to slip.
+
+    Then try to sit still on your chair, my dear!
+    To your parents 'tis no more than fair, my dear.
+    For we really don't feel like inviting an eel
+    Our board and our lodging to share, my dear,
+    Our board and our lodging to share.
+
+
+
+
+The Forty Little Ducklings.
+
+     [_A story with a certain amount of truth in it._]
+
+
+    The forty little ducklings who lived up at the farm,
+    They said unto each other, "Oh! the day is very warm!"
+    They said unto each other, "Oh! the river's very cool!
+    The duck who did not seek it now would surely be a fool."
+
+    The forty little ducklings, they started down the road;
+    And waddle, waddle, waddle, was the gait at which they goed.
+    The same it is not grammar,--you may change it if you choose,--
+    But one cannot stop for trifles when inspired by the Muse.
+
+    They waddled and they waddled and they waddled on and on.
+    Till one remarked, "Oh! deary me, where is the river gone?
+    We asked the Ancient Gander, and he said 'twas very near.
+    He must have been deceiving us, or else himself, I fear."
+
+    They waddled and they waddled, till no further they could go:
+    Then down upon a mossy bank they sat them in a row.
+    They took their little handkerchiefs and wept a little weep,
+    And then they put away their heads, and then they went to sleep.
+
+    There came along a farmer, with a basket on his arm,
+    And all those little duckylings he took back to the farm.
+    He put them in their little beds, and wished them sweet repose,
+    And fastened mustard plasters on their little webby toes.
+
+    Next day these little ducklings, they were very very ill.
+    Their mother sent for Doctor Quack, who gave them each a pill;
+    But soon as they recovered, the first thing that they did,
+    Was to peck the Ancient Gander, till he ran away and hid.
+
+
+
+
+THE MOUSE.
+
+
+    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 mischief would be without end, Ma'am.
+
+    My wife lives in there, in the crack, Ma'am,
+    She's waiting for me to come back, Ma'am.
+    She hoped I might find
+    A bit of a rind,
+    For the children their dinner do lack, Ma'am.
+
+    'Tis hard living there in the wall, Ma'am,
+    For plaster and mortar _will_ pall, Ma'am,
+    On the minds of the young,
+    And when specially hung--
+    Ry, upon their poor father they'll fall, 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,
+    'Tis 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!
+
+
+
+
+A VALENTINE.
+
+
+    Oh, little loveliest lady mine!
+    What shall I send for your valentine?
+    Summer and flowers are far away,
+    Gloomy old Winter is king to-day,
+    Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine;
+    What shall I do for a valentine?
+
+    Prithee, Saint Valentine, tell me here,
+    Why do you come at this time o' year?
+    Plenty of days when lilies are white,
+    Plenty of days when sunbeams are bright;
+    But now, when everything's dark and drear,
+    Why do you come, Saint Valentine dear?
+
+    I've searched the gardens all through and through,
+    For a bud to tell of my love so true;
+    But buds are asleep, and blossoms are dead,
+    And the snow beats down on my poor little head;
+    So, little loveliest lady mine,
+    Here is my heart for your valentine.
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE IN THE GARDEN.
+
+
+    How is a little boy to know
+    About these berries all,
+    That ripen all the summer through,
+    From spring-time until fall?
+
+    I must not eat them till they're ripe,
+    I know that very well;
+    But each kind ripens differently,
+    So how am I to tell?
+
+    Though strawberries and raspberries,
+    When ripe, are glowing red,
+    Red blackberries I must not touch,
+    Mamma has lately said.
+
+    And though no one of these is fit
+    To touch when it is green,
+    Ripe gooseberries, as green as grass,
+    At Grandpapa's I've seen.
+
+    And peas are green when they are ripe;
+    Some kinds of apples too.
+    But they're not berries; neither are
+    These currants, it is true.
+
+    These currants, now! why, some are red,
+    And some are brilliant green.
+    "Don't eat unripe ones!" said Mamma.
+    But which ones did she mean?
+
+    To disobey her would be wrong.
+    To leave them I am loath.
+    I really _can't_ find out, unless--
+    Unless I eat them both!
+
+    [_He eats them both._]
+
+
+
+
+SOMEBODY'S BOY (NOT MINE).
+
+
+    When he was up he cried to get down,
+    And when he was in he cried to get out;
+    And no little boy in Boston town
+    Was ever so ready to fret and pout.
+                Poutsy, oh!
+                And fretsy, oh!
+    And spend the whole day in a petsy, oh!
+    And what shall we do to this bad little man,
+    But scold him as hard as we possibly can!
+
+    When he was cold he cried to be warm,
+    And when he was warm he cried to be cold;
+    And all the morning 'twas scold and storm,
+    And all the evening 'twas storm and scold.
+                Stormy, oh!
+                And scoldy, oh!
+    And never do what he was toldy, oh!
+    And what shall we do to this bad little man,
+    But scold him as hard as we possibly can!
+
+
+
+
+BOGY.
+
+
+    His eyes are green and his nose is brown,
+    His feet go up and his head goes down,
+    And so he goes galloping through the town,
+        The king of the Hobbledygoblins.
+    His heels stick out and his toes stick in,
+    He wears his mustaches upon his chin,
+    And he glares about with a horrible grin,
+        The king of the Hobbledygoblins.
+
+    No naughty boys can escape his eyes;
+    He clutches them, 'spite of their tears and sighs,
+    And away at a terrible pace he hies
+        To his castle of Killemaneetem;
+    There he shuts them up under lock and key,
+    And feeds them on blacking and grasshopper tea,
+    And if ever they try to get out, you see,
+        Why, this is the way he'll treat 'em.
+
+     [_Here Mamma may toss the little boy up in the air, or shake
+     him, or tickle his little chin, whichever he likes best._]
+
+    Now, Johnny and Tommy, you'd better look out!
+    All day you've done nothing but quarrel and pout,
+    And nobody knows what it's all about,
+        But it gives me a great deal of pain, dears.
+    So, Johnny and Tommy, be good, I pray,
+    Or the king will be after you some fine day,
+    And off to his castle he'll whisk you away,
+        And we never shall see you again, dears!
+
+
+
+
+THE MERMAIDENS.
+
+
+    The little white mermaidens live in the sea,
+    In a palace of silver and gold;
+    And their neat little tails are all covered with scales,
+    Most beautiful for to behold.
+
+    On wild white horses they ride, they ride,
+    And in chairs of pink coral they sit;
+    They swim all the night, with a smile of delight,
+    And never feel tired a bit.
+
+
+
+THE PHRISKY PHROG
+
+
+    Now list, oh! list to the piteous tale
+    Of the Phrisky Phrog and the Sylvan Snayle;
+    Of their lives and their loves, their joys and their woes,
+    And all about them that any one knows.
+
+    The Phrog lived down in a grewsome bog,
+    The Snayle in a hole in the end of a log;
+    And they loved each other so fond and true,
+    They didn't know what in the world to do.
+
+    For the Snayle declared 'twas too cold and damp
+    For a lady to live in a grewsome swamp;
+    While her lover replied, that a hole in a log
+    Was no possible place for a Phrisky Phrog.
+
+    "Come down! come down, my beautiful Snayle!
+    With your helegant horns and your tremulous tail;
+    Come down to my bower in the blossomy bog,
+    And be happy with me," said the Phrisky Phrog.
+
+    "Come up, come up, to my home so sweet,
+    Where there's plenty to drink, and the same to eat;
+    Come up where the cabbages bloom in the vale,
+    And be happy with me," said the Sylvan Snayle.
+
+    But he wouldn't come, and she wouldn't go,
+    And so they could never be married, you know;
+    Though they loved each other so fond and true,
+    They didn't know what in the world to do.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMBITIOUS CHICKEN.
+
+
+    It was an Easter chicken
+      So blithesome and so gay;
+    He peeped from out his plaster shell
+      All on an Easter Day.
+
+    His wings were made of yellow down,
+      His eyes were made of beads;
+    He seemed, in very sooth, to have
+      All that a chicken needs.
+
+    He winked and blinked and peeped about,
+      And to himself he said,
+    "When first a chicken leaves the shell,
+      Of course he must be fed.
+
+    "And though I may be young in years,
+      And this my natal morn,
+    I'm quite, _quite_ old enough to know
+      Where people keep the corn."
+
+    He winked and blinked and peeped about,
+      Till in a corner sly
+    He saw a heap of golden corn
+      Piled on a platter high.
+
+    "Now, this is well!" the chicken cried;
+      "Now, this is well, in sooth.
+    This corn shall nourish and sustain
+      My faint and tender youth.
+
+    "And I shall grow and grow apace,
+      And come to high estate,
+    With mighty feathers in my tail,
+      And combs upon my pate.
+
+    "To see my beauty and my grace
+      The feathered race will flock,
+    And all will bow them low before
+      The mighty Easter Cock."
+
+    As thus the chicken proudly spake,
+      And stooped to snatch the prize,
+    His head fell off, and rolled away
+      Before his very eyes!!!!
+
+    It rolled into the dish of corn,
+      A sad and sombre sight,
+    While still upon its plaster legs,
+      His body stood upright.
+
+    And little Mary, when she came
+      With shining "popper" bright,
+    To pop the corn, and make the balls
+      Which were her heart's delight,
+
+    Gazed at the dish with wide blue eyes,
+      And "Oh! Mamma!" she said:
+    "One piece has gone and _popped itself_
+      Into a chicken's head!"
+
+
+
+
+THE BOY AND THE BROOK.
+
+
+    Said the boy to the brook that was rippling away,
+    "Oh, little brook, pretty brook, will you not stay?
+    Oh, stay with me, play with me, all the day long,
+    And sing in my ears your sweet murmuring song."
+    Said the brook to the boy as it hurried away,
+    "And is't for my music you ask me to stay?
+    I was silent until from the hillside I gushed;
+    Should I pause for an instant, my song would be hushed."
+
+    Said the boy to the wind that was fluttering past,
+    "Oh, little wind, pretty wind, whither so fast?
+    Oh, stay with me, play with me, fan my hot brow,
+    And ever breathe softly and gently as now."
+    Said the wind to the boy as it hurried away,
+    "And is't for my coolness you ask me to stay?
+    'Tis only in flying you feel my cool breath;
+    Should I pause for an instant, that instant were death."
+
+    Said the boy to the day that was hurrying by,
+    "Oh, little day, pretty day, why must you fly?
+    Oh, stay with me, play with me, just as you are;
+    Let no shadow of evening your noon-brightness mar."
+    Said the day to the boy as it hurried away,
+    "And is't for my brightness you ask me to stay?
+    Know, the jewel of day would no longer seem bright,
+    If it were not clasped round by the setting of night."
+
+
+
+
+THE SHARK.
+
+
+    Oh! blithe and merrily sang the shark,
+      As he sat on the house-top high:
+    A-cleaning his boots, and smoking cheroots,
+      With a single glass in his eye.
+
+    With Martin and Day he polished away,
+      And a smile on his face did glow,
+    As merry and bold the chorus he trolled
+      Of "Gobble-em-upsky ho!"
+
+    He sang so loud, he astonished the crowd
+      Which gathered from far and near.
+    For they said, "Such a sound, in the country round,
+      We never, no, never did hear."
+
+    He sang of the ships that he'd eaten like chips
+      In the palmy days of his youth.
+    And he added, "If you don't believe it is true,
+      Pray examine my wisdom tooth!"
+
+    He sang of the whales who'd have given their tails
+      For a glance of his raven eye.
+    And the swordfish, too, who their weapons all drew,
+      And swor'd for his sake they'd die.
+
+    And he sang about wrecks and hurricane decks
+      And the mariner's perils and pains,
+    Till every man's blood up on end it stood,
+      And their hair ran cold in their veins.
+
+    But blithe as a lark the merry old shark,
+      He sat on the sloping roof.
+    Though he said, "It is queer that no one draws near
+      To examine my wisdom toof!"
+
+    And he carolled away, by night and by day,
+      Until he made every one ill.
+    And I'll wager a crown that unless he's come down,
+      He is probably carolling still.
+
+
+
+
+THE EASTER HEN.
+
+
+    Oh! children, have you ever seen
+      The little Easter Hen,
+    Who comes to lay her pretty eggs,
+      Then runs away again?
+
+    She only comes on Easter Day;
+      And when that day is o'er,
+    Till next year brings it round again,
+      You will not see her more.
+
+    Her eggs are not like common eggs,
+      But all of colors bright:
+    Blue, purple, red, with spots and stripes,
+      And scarcely one that's white.
+
+    She lays them in no special place,--
+      On this side, now on that.
+    And last year, only think! she laid
+      One right in Johnny's hat.
+
+    But naughty boys and girls get none:
+      So, children, don't forget!
+    And be as good as good can be--
+      It is not Easter yet!
+
+
+
+
+PUMP AND PLANET.
+
+
+    With a hop, skip, and jump,
+    We went to the pump,
+    To fill our kettles with starch.
+    He gave us good day
+    In the pleasantest way,
+    With a smile that was winning and arch.
+
+    "Oh, Pump," said I,
+    "When you look up on high
+    To flirt with the morning star,
+    Does it make you sad,
+    Oh! Pumpy, my lad,
+    To think she's away so far?"
+
+    Said the Pump, "Oh no!
+    For we've settled it so
+    That but little my feelings are tried.
+    For every clear night
+    She slides down the moonlight,
+    And shines in the trough at my side."
+
+
+
+
+THE POSTMAN.
+
+
+    Hey! the little postman,
+      And his little dog.
+    Here he comes a-hopping
+      Like a little frog;
+    Bringing me a letter,
+      Bringing me a note,
+    In the little pocket
+      Of his little coat.
+
+    Hey! the little postman,
+      And his little bag,
+    Here he comes a-trotting
+      Like a little nag;
+    Bringing me a paper,
+      Bringing me a bill,
+    From the little grocer
+      On the little hill.
+
+    Hey! the little postman,
+      And his little hat,
+    Here he comes a-creeping
+      Like a little cat.
+    What is that he's saying?
+      "Naught for you to-day!"
+    Horrid little postman!
+      I wish you'd go away!
+
+
+
+
+HOPSY UPSY.
+
+
+    Hopsy upsy, Baby oh!
+    Into your bath you now must go;
+    Splash and dash, and paddle and plash,
+    That's what you like, my Baby oh!
+
+    Where is the sponge for Baby oh?
+    See the silvery fountains flow,--
+    Diamond drops so bright and clear,
+    Falling all over my Baby dear.
+
+    Now for the soap, my Baby oh!
+    Watch the bubbles that come and go;
+    Rainbow isles in a sea of foam,
+    Reflecting your smiles, they go and come.
+
+    Here is the towel for Baby oh!
+    Cannot stay in all day, you know;
+    Now scrub and rub, and rub and scrub,
+    And so good-by to the beautiful tub.
+
+    Now for the shirt, my Baby oh!
+    Soft and warm, and as white as snow.
+    Puffy white petticoats, fluffy white gown;
+    Why, what a great ball of thistle-down!
+
+    Last come the curls, my Baby oh!
+    Soft as silver they fall and flow.
+    Now toss him up and carry him down,
+    The bonniest Baby in Boston town!
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE BLACK MONKEY.
+
+
+    Little black Monkey sat up in a tree,
+    Little black Monkey he grinned at me;
+    He put out his paw for a cocoanut,
+    And he dropped it down on my occiput.
+
+    The occiput is a part, you know,
+    Of the head which does on my shoulders grow;
+    And it's very unpleasant to have it hit,
+    Especially when there's no hair on it.
+
+    I took up my gun, and I said, "Now, why,
+    Little black Monkey, should you not die?
+    I'll hit you soon in a vital part!
+    It may be your head, or it may be your heart."
+
+    I steadied my gun, and I aimed it true;
+    The trigger it snapped and the bullet it flew;
+    But just where it went to I cannot tell,
+    For I never _could_ find where that bullet fell.
+
+    Little black Monkey still sat in the tree,
+    And placidly, wickedly grinned at me.
+    I took up my gun and I walked away,
+    And postponed his death till another day.
+
+
+
+
+JIPPY AND JIMMY.
+
+
+    Jippy and Jimmy were two little dogs.
+    They went to sail on some floating logs;
+    The logs rolled over, the dogs rolled in,
+    And they got very wet, for their clothes were thin.
+
+    Jippy and Jimmy crept out again.
+    They said, "The river is full of rain!"
+    They said, "The water is far from dry!
+    Ki-hi! ki-hi! ki-_hi_-yi! ki-hi!"
+
+    Jippy and Jimmy went shivering home.
+    They said, "On the river no more we'll roam;
+    And we won't go to sail until we learn how,
+    Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-_wow_-wow! bow-wow!"
+
+
+
+
+MASTER JACK'S SONG.
+
+     [_Written after spending the Christmas Holidays at
+     Grandmamma's._]
+
+
+    You may talk about your groves,
+    Where you wander with your loves.
+    You may talk about your moonlit waves that fall and flow.
+    Something fairer far than these
+    I can show you, if you please.
+    'Tis the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    There the golden peaches shine
+    In their syrup clear and fine,
+    And the raspberries are blushing with a dusky glow.
+    And the cherry and the plum
+    Seem to beckon you to come
+    To the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    There the sprightly pickles stand,
+    With the catsup close at hand,
+    And the marmalades and jellies in a goodly row.
+    While the quinces' ruddy fire
+    Would an anchorite inspire
+    To seek the little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    Never tell me of your bowers
+    That are full of bugs and flowers!
+    Never tell me of your meadows where the breezes blow!
+    But sing me, if you will,
+    Of the house beneath the hill,
+    And the darling little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER ROSEBUSH.
+
+
+    There are roses that grow on a vine, on a vine,
+    There are roses that grow on a stalk;
+            But my little Rose
+            Grows on ten little toes,
+    So I'll take my Rose out for a walk.
+    Come out in the garden, Rosy Posy,
+    Come visit your cousins, child, with me!
+    If you are my daughter, it stands to reason
+    Your own Mother Rosebush I must be.
+
+    Now, here is your cousin Damask, Rosy!
+    And, Rosy, here is your cousin Blush;
+            General Jacqueminot,
+            (Your uncle, you know,)
+    Salutes you hero with his crimson flush.
+    Here's Gloire de Dijon, a splendid fellow,
+    All creamy and dreamy and soft and sweet;
+    And Cloth-of-Gold, with his coat of yellow,
+    Is dropping rose-nobles here at your feet.
+
+    My Baltimore Belle, my Queen of the Prairie,
+    Now, why are your ladyships looking so cross?
+            Lord Butterfly, see!
+            And Sir Honey de Bee,
+    Have deserted them both for your sweet cousin Moss.
+    All! Maréchal Niel, I am glad to observe, sir,
+    You train up your buds in the way they should go,
+    All buttoned up close; while careless Niphetos
+    Lets her children go fluttering to and fro.
+
+    You whitest beauty, what is your name, now?
+    "Snow Queen?" Ay, and it suits you well!
+            And yonder, I see,
+            Is my friend Cherokee,
+    Who will not stop climbing, his name to tell;
+    And hero and there are blushing and blowing
+    Crimson and yellow and white and pink;
+    Pale or angry, gleaming or glowing.
+    The whole world's turning to roses, I think.
+
+    Oh! fair is the rose on the vine, on the vine,
+    And sweet is the rose on the tree;
+            But there's only one Rose
+            That has ten little toes,
+    And she is the Rose for me.
+    Come, put on your calyx, Rosy Posy,
+    Put on your calyx and come with me;
+    For if you are my daughter, it stands to reason,
+    Your own Mother Rosebush I must be.
+
+
+
+
+THE FIVE LITTLE PRINCESSES.
+
+
+    Five little princesses started off to school,
+    Following their noses, because it was the rule;
+    But one nose turned up, and another nose turned down,
+    So all these little princesses were lost in the town.
+
+    Poor little princesses cannot find their way.
+    Naughty little noses, to lead them astray!
+    Poor little princesses, sadly they roam;
+    Naughty little noses, pray lead them home!
+
+
+
+
+THE HORNET AND THE BEE.
+
+
+    Said the hornet to the bee,
+    "Pray you, will you marry me?
+    Will you be my little wife,
+    For to love me all my life?
+    You shall have a velvet cloak,
+    And a bonnet with a poke.
+    You shall sit upon a chair
+    With a cabbage in your hair.
+    You shall ride upon a horse,
+    If you fancy such a course.
+    You shall feed on venison pasty
+    In a manner trig and tasty;
+    Devilled bones and apple-cores,
+    If you like them, shall be yours.
+    You shall drink both rum and wine,
+    If you only will be mine.
+    Pray you, will you marry me?"
+    Said the hornet to the bee.
+
+    Said the bee unto the hornet,
+    "Your proposal, sir, I scorn it.
+    Marry one devoid of money,
+    Who can't make a drop of honey?
+    Cannot even play the fiddle,
+    And is pinched up in the middle?
+    Nay, my love is set more high.
+
+    Cockychafer's bride am I.
+    Cockychafer whirring loud,
+    Frisking free and prancing proud,
+    Cockychafer blithe and gay,
+    He hath stole my heart away.
+    Him alone I mean to marry,
+    So no longer you need tarry.
+    Not another moment stay!
+    Cockychafer comes this way.
+    Your proposal, sir, I scorn it!"
+    Said the bee unto the hornet.
+
+    So the cockychafer came,
+    Took the bee to be his dame.
+    Took the bee to be his wife,
+    For to love her all his life.
+    Wedding dress of goblin green,
+    Hat and feathers for a queen,
+    Worsted mittens on her feet,
+    Thus her toilet was complete.
+    Then when it was time to dine,
+    Cockychafer brought her wine,
+    Roasted mouse and bunny-fish,
+    Porridge in a silver dish;
+    Lobster-claws and scalloped beast.
+    Was not that a lovely feast?
+    But when it was time to sup,
+    Cockychafer ate her up.
+    Thus concludes the history
+    Of the hornet and the bee.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE LITTLE CHICKENS WHO WENT OUT TO TEA, AND THE ELEPHANT.
+
+
+    Little chickens, one, two, three,
+    They went out to take their tea,
+    Brisk and gay as gay could be,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Feathers brushed all smooth and neat,
+    Yellow stockings on their feet,
+    Tails and tuftings all complete,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+    "Very seldom," said the three,
+    "Like of us the world can see,
+    Beautiful exceedingly,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Such our form and such our face,
+    Such our Cochin China grace,
+    We must win in beauty's race,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!"
+
+    Met an elephant large and wise,
+    Looked at them with both his eyes:
+    Caused these chickens great surprise,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    "Why," they said, "do you suppose
+    Elephant doesn't look out of his nose,
+    So very conveniently it grows?
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+    "Elephant with nose so long,
+    Sing on now a lovely song,
+    As we gayly trip along,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Sing of us and sing of you,
+    Sing of corn and barley too,
+    Beauteous beast with eyes of blue,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!"
+
+    Elephant sang so loud and sweet,
+    Chickens fell before his feet;
+    For his love they did entreat,
+            Cackle wackle wackle.
+    "Well-a-day! and woe is me!
+    Would we all might elephants be!
+    Then he'd marry us, one, two, three,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!"
+
+    Elephant next began to dance:
+    Capered about with a stately prance
+    Learned from his grandmother over in France,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Fast and faster 'gan to tread,
+    Trod on every chicken's head,
+    Killed them all uncommonly dead,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+
+    MORAL.
+
+    Little chickens, one, two, three,
+    When you're walking out to tea,
+    Don't make love to all you see,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Elephants have lovely eyes,
+    But to woo them is not wise,
+    For they are not quite your size!
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+
+
+
+A LEGEND OF LAKE OKEEFINOKEE.
+
+
+    There once was a frog,
+    And he lived in a bog,
+    On the banks of Lake Okeefinokee.
+    And the words of the song
+    That he sang all day long
+    Were, "Croakety croakety croaky."
+
+    Said the frog, "I have found
+    That my life's daily round
+    In this place is exceedingly poky.
+    So no longer I'll stop,
+    But I swiftly will hop
+    Away from Lake Okeefinokee."
+
+    Now a bad mocking-bird
+    By mischance overheard
+    The words of the frog as he spokee.
+    And he said, "All my life
+    Frog and I've been at strife,
+    As we lived by Lake Okeefinokee.
+
+    "Now I see at a glance
+    Here's a capital chance
+    For to play him a practical jokee.
+    So I'll venture to say
+    That he shall not to-day
+    Leave the banks of Lake Okeefinokee."
+
+    So this bad mocking-bird,
+    Without saying a word,
+    He flew to a tree which was oaky.
+    And loudly he sang,
+    Till the whole forest rang,
+    "Oh! Croakety croakety croaky!"
+
+    As he warbled this song,
+    Master Frog came along,
+    A-filling his pipe for to smokee,
+    And he said, "'Tis some frog
+    Has escaped from the bog
+    Of Okeefinokee-finokee.
+
+    "I am filled with amaze
+    To hear one of my race
+    A-warbling on top of an oaky;
+    But if frogs can climb trees,
+    I may still find some ease
+    On the banks of Lake Okeefinokee."
+
+    So he climbed up the tree;
+    But alas! down fell he!
+    And his lovely green neck it was brokee;
+    And the sad truth to say,
+    Never more did he stray
+    From the banks of Lake Okeefinokee.
+
+    And the bad mocking-bird
+    Said, "How very absurd
+    And delightful a practical jokee!"
+    But I'm happy to say
+    He was drowned the next day
+    In the waters of Okeefinokee.
+
+
+
+
+GRANDPAPA'S VALENTINE.
+
+
+    I may not claim her lovely hand,
+      My darling and my pride!
+    I may not ask her to become
+      My bright and beauteous bride;
+    The measure of my love for her
+      May not be said or sung;
+    And all because I'm rather old,
+      And she is rather young.
+
+    I may not clasp her slender waist,
+      And thread the mazy dance;
+    I may not drive her in the Park,
+      With steeds that neigh and prance.
+    I may not tempt her with my lands,
+      Nor buy her with my gold;
+    And all because she's rather young,
+      And I am rather old.
+
+    She leaves me for a younger swain,
+      A plump and beardless boy.
+    She slights me for a sugar-plum,
+      Neglects me for a toy.
+    And worst of all, this state of things
+      Can never altered be;
+    For I am nearly sixty-eight,
+      And she is only three.
+
+
+
+
+ALIBAZAN.
+
+
+    All on the road to Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning,
+    'Twas there I met a bonny young man,
+    A May Day in the morning;
+    A bonny young man all dressed in blue,
+    Hat and feather and stocking and shoe,
+    Ruff and doublet and mantle too,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+
+    He made me a bow, and he made me three,
+    A May Day in the morning;
+    He said, in truth, I was fair to see,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    "And say, will you be my sweetheart now?
+    I'll marry you truly with ring and vow;
+    I've ten fat sheep and a black-nosed cow,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+
+    "What shall we buy in Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning?
+    A pair of shoes and a feathered fan,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    A velvet gown all set with pearls,
+    A silver hat for your golden curls,
+    A pot of pinks for my pink of girls,
+    A May Day in the morning."
+
+    All in the streets of Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning,
+    The merry maidens tripped and ran,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    And this was fine, and that was free,
+    But he turned from them all to look on me;
+    And "Oh! but there's none so fair to see,
+    A May Day in the morning."
+
+    All in the church of Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning,
+    'Twas there I wed my bonny young man,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    And oh! 'tis I am his sweetheart now!
+    And oh! 'tis we are happy, I trow,
+    With our ten fat sheep and our black-nosed cow,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE FISHERS.
+
+
+    John, Frederick, and Henry,
+      Had once a holiday;
+    And they would go a-fishing,
+      So merry and so gay.
+    They went to fish for salmon,
+      These little children three;
+    As in this pretty picture
+      You all may plainly see.
+
+    It was not in the ocean,
+      Nor from the river shore,
+    But in the monstrous water-butt
+      Outside the kitchen door.
+    And John he had a fish-hook,
+      And Fred a crooked pin,
+    And Henry took his sister's net,
+      And thought it was no sin.
+
+    They climbed up on the ladder,
+      Till they the top did win;
+    And then they perched upon the edge,
+      And then they did begin.
+    But how their fishing prospered,
+      Or if they did it well,
+    Or if they caught the salmon,
+      I cannot, cannot tell.
+
+    Because I was not there, you know,
+      But I can only say
+    That I too went a-fishing,
+      That pleasant summer day.
+    It was not for a salmon,
+      Or shark with monstrous fin,
+    But it was for three little boys,
+      All dripping to the skin.
+
+
+
+
+PEEPSY.
+
+     [_After the manner of Jane Taylor._]
+
+
+    Our Julia has a little bird,
+      And Peepsy is his name;
+    And now I'll sing a little song
+      To celebrate the same.
+
+    He's yellow all from head to foot,
+      And he is very sweet,
+    And very little trouble, for
+      He never wants to eat.
+
+    He never asks for water clear,
+      He never chirps for seed,
+    For cracker, or for cuttlefish,
+      For sugar or chickweed.
+
+    "Oh! what a perfect pet!" you cry,
+      But there's one little thing,
+    One drawback to the bonny bird,--
+      Our Peepsy cannot sing.
+
+    He chirps no song at dawn or eve,
+      He makes no merry din;
+    But this one cannot wonder at,
+      For Peepsy's made of tin.
+
+
+
+
+MAY SONG.
+
+
+    On a certain First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Came two merry little maids
+    Out to play.
+    Brown-haired Jeanie, sweet and wise,
+    Fair-haired Norah, with her eyes
+    Blue as are the morning skies.
+    Each in cap and kirtle gay,
+    Pretty little maids were they;
+    Light of heart and well content,
+    Through the fields they singing went,
+    On a merry First of May,
+    So they say.
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Came two sturdy little lads
+    By that way.
+    Miller's Robin from the mill,
+    Shepherd's Johnnie from the hill;
+    Bonny little lads, I trow,
+    Sunny eyes and open brow,
+    Ruddy cheeks and curly hair,
+    Sturdy legs all brown and bare,
+    Through the fields they marched along,
+    Whistling each his cheery song,
+    On a merry First of May,
+    So they say.
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Lads and lasses, there they met
+    On their way.
+    Said the lads, "We'll choose a queen!
+    May Day comes but once, I ween.
+    Search we all the country round,
+    Sweeter maids could not be found."
+    Laughed the lasses merrily,
+    "Ay! but which one shall it be?
+    John and Robin, tell us true,
+    Which is fairer of the two,
+    On this merry First of May?
+    Quickly say!"
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Shepherd Johnnie hushed his whistle
+    Blithe and gay;
+    "Brown eyes are more fair," said he,
+    "For they shine so winsomely!"
+    "Nay!" quoth Robin, "'tis confessed
+    Blue eyes _always_ are the best!
+    Fair-haired Norah wins the prize!"
+    "That she does not!" Johnnie cries;
+    "Norah's well enough, but Jean,
+    Brown and sweet, shall be the queen
+    On this merry First of May!
+    Choose _my_ way!"
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Soon to earnest turned their play.
+    Well-a-day!
+    Loud and angry words arose,
+    Angry words soon turned to blows;
+    John and Robin o'er the ground
+    Chase each other round and round,
+    Kicking, cuffing, here and there,
+    Shouting through the sweet May air:
+    "Jeanie!" "Norah!--is more fair!"
+    While the little maids aside,
+    Blue eyes, brown eyes, open wide
+    On this stormy First of May,
+    Well-a-day!
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Jean and Norah stole away
+    From the fray.
+    "Silly lads!" they laughing cried,
+    "Let them as they will decide;
+    Shall we while they quarrel, pray,
+    Lose our pretty holiday?
+    Come away, and we may find
+    Other lads, who know their mind.
+    Or if not, why then, I ween,
+    Each will be the other's queen,
+    On this merry First of May.
+    Come away!"
+
+
+
+
+TWO LITTLE VALENTINES.
+
+     [_For two little girls._]
+
+
+    I.
+
+    Young Rosalind, she is my rose!
+    I care not who the secret knows;
+    So deep within my heart she grows,
+    Her constant bloom no winter knows;
+    Sweet Rosalind, she is my rose.
+
+    Alas! this rose hath yet a thorn,
+    Whereon my heart is daily torn.
+    The love I proffer her each morn,
+    That love she flings me back in scorn.
+    But shall I therefore idly mourn?
+    She'd be no rose _without_ the thorn.
+
+
+    II.
+
+    When the ivory lily darkens,
+    When the jealous rose turns pale,
+    Then I say, "My Julia's coming!
+    'Tis a sign will never fail."
+
+    When the bobolink is silent,
+    When the linnet stays her trill,
+    Then I say, "My Julia's singing!
+    At her voice the birds are still."
+
+    When I feel two velvet rose-leaves
+    Touch my eyes on either lid,
+    Then I say, "My Julia kissed me!"
+    And she answers, "Yes, me did!"
+
+
+
+
+A HOWL ABOUT AN OWL.
+
+
+    It was an owl lived in an oak,
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    He often smiled, but he seldom spoke,
+    And he wore a wig and a camlet cloak.
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    He fell in love with the chickadee,
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    He askèd her, would she marry he,
+    And they'd go and live in Crim Tartaree.
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    "'Tis true," says he, "you are far from big."
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    "But you'll look twice as well when I've bought you a wig,
+    And I'll teach you the Lancers and the Chorus Jig."
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    "I'll feed you with honey when the moon grows pale."
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    "I'll hum you a hymn, and I'll sing you a scale,
+    Till you quiver with delight to the tip of your tail!"
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    So he went for to marry of the chickadee,
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    But the sun was so bright that he could not see,
+    So he marrièd the hoppergrass instead of she.
+    And wasn't that a sad disappointment for he!
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+
+
+
+OUR CELEBRATION.
+
+
+          Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!
+          Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!
+    Popguns all a-snapping, and banners all a-flapping,--
+          Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!
+
+          Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!
+          Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!
+    Fish-horns all a-tooting, and schoolboys all a-hooting,--
+          Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!
+
+          Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!
+          Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!
+    Pin-wheels all a-turning, and fingers all a-burning,--
+          Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!
+
+          Off goes our little Ned, boo-hoo-hoo!
+          Off goes our little Ned, boo-hoo-hoo!
+    Big hole in his jacket, and another in his pocket,
+          Half the hair singed off his head,
+          Off goes our little Ned,--
+    Mamma'll put him straight to bed, boo-hoo-hoo!
+
+
+
+
+THE SONG OF THE CORN-POPPER.
+
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Here am I, all ready to pop.
+    Girls and boys, the fire burns clear;
+    Gather about the chimney here.
+    Big ones, little ones, all in a row.
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Into the bowl the kernels drop.
+    Sharp and hard and yellow and small;
+    Must say they don't look good at all.
+    But wait till they burst into warm white snow!
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Don't fill me too full; shut down the top!
+    Rake out the coals in an even bed,
+    Topaz yellow and ruby red;
+    Shade your eyes from the fiery glow.
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Shake me steadily; do not stop!
+    Backward and forward, not up and down;
+    Don't let me drop, or you'll burn it brown.
+    Never too high and never too low.
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Now they are singing, and soon they'll hop.
+    Hi! the kernels begin to swell;
+    Ho! at last they are dancing well.
+    Puffs and fluffs of feathery snow,
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    All full, little ones? Time to stop!
+    Pour out the snowy, feathery mass;
+    Here is a treat for lad and lass.
+    Open your mouths now, all in a row;
+    Munch away! crunch away! here we go!
+
+
+
+
+WHAT BOBBY SAID.
+
+
+    I don't think it's right!
+      I don't think it's fair!
+    I don't like Easter
+      At all! so there!
+
+    It's only because
+      I'm young, you see,
+    They think they can play
+      Their tricks upon me.
+
+    They brought me an egg,
+      And a beauty, too!
+    All golden yellow,
+      With stripes of blue.
+
+    They said 'twas a true egg,
+      A _truly_ true!
+    And, of course, I supposed
+      It was so all through;
+
+    But when it was opened,
+      Just think what a shame!
+    'Twas just like the white ones,
+      Just _'zactly_ the same!
+
+    Part white and part yellow,
+      No bit of it blue,
+    And it tasted the same
+      As the other ones, too.
+
+    I don't think it's right,
+      And I don't think it's fair,
+    And I don't like Easter
+      _At all!_ so there!
+
+
+
+
+MASTER JACK'S VIEWS.
+
+     [_After a lesson in astronomy._]
+
+
+    The merry old World goes round, goes round,
+    And round the old World does go;
+    Day in, day out, from west to east,
+    At a pace that is far from slow.
+
+    And he's never been known to change his pace,
+    Or swerve an inch from his course,
+    Though his journey so easily shortened might be,
+    By cutting his orbit across.
+
+    If I were you, you silly old World,
+    I know well what I 'd do:
+    Break loose from that tiresome orbit-track,
+    And go spinning the Universe through.
+
+    I'd startle the stars from their morning nap,
+    With a "How do you do to-day?"
+    And before any one could take off his night-cap,
+    I'd be millions of miles away.
+
+    I'd warm my hands at the gate of the Sun,
+    And cool them off at the Pole;
+    Then off and away down the Milky Way,
+    How merrily I would roll!
+
+    I'd steal from Saturn his golden rings,
+    From Mars his mantle of red;
+    And I'd borrow the sword of Orion the brave,
+    To cut off the Serpent's head.
+
+    I'd saddle the Bear, and ride on his back,
+    Nor dream of being afraid;
+    And maybe I'd stop at the Archer's shop,
+    To see how the rainbows are made.
+
+    I'd race with the comets, I'd flirt with the moon,
+    I'd waltz with the Northern Lights,
+    Till the whole Solar System should hold up its hands
+    And exclaim, "What remarkable sights!"
+
+    But stay! to all these delightful things
+    One slight objection I see;
+    For if the World _should_ play these wonderful pranks.
+    Pray, what would become of me?
+
+    And what would become of papa and mamma?
+    And what would become of you?
+    And how should we like to go spinning about,
+    And careering the Universe through?
+
+    Well, the merry old World goes round, goes round,
+    And round the old World does go;
+    And a great deal better than you or I,
+    The wise old World must know!
+
+
+
+
+EMILY JANE.
+
+
+    Oh! Christmas time is coming again,
+    And what shall I buy for Emily Jane?
+    O Emily Jane, my love so true,
+    Now what upon earth shall I buy for you?
+    My Emily Jane, my doll so dear,
+    I've loved you now for many a year,
+    And still while there's anything left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+    My Emily Jane has lost her head,
+    And has a potato tied on instead;
+    A hole for an eye, and a lump for a nose,
+    It really looks better than you would suppose.
+    My Emily Jane has lost her arms,
+    The half of one leg's the extent of her charms;
+    But still, while there's anything left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+    And now, shall I bring you a fine new head,
+    Or shall I bring you a leg instead?
+    Or will you have arms, to hug me tight,
+    When naughty 'Lizabeth calls you a fright?
+    Or I'll buy you a dress of satin so fine,
+    'Mong all the dolls to shimmer and shine;
+    For oh! while there's anything left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+    Mamma says, "Keep all your pennies, Sue,
+    And I'll buy you a doll all whole and new;"
+    But better I love my dear old doll,
+    With her one half-leg and potato poll.
+    "The potato may rot, and the leg may fall?"
+    Well, then I shall treasure the sawdust, that's all!
+    For while there is _anything_ left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF THE MOTHER WHOSE CHILDREN ARE FOND OF DRAWING.
+
+
+    Oh, could I find the forest
+      Where the pencil-trees grow!
+    Oh, might I see their stately stems
+      All standing in a row!
+    I'd hie me to their grateful shade;
+      In deep, in deepest bliss;
+    For then I need not hourly hear
+      A chorus such as this:
+
+    _Chorus._ Oh, lend me a pencil, _please_, Mamma!
+    Oh, draw me some houses and trees, Mamma!
+    Oh, make me a floppy
+    Great poppy to copy,
+    And a horsey that prances and gees, Mamma!
+
+    The branches of the pencil-tree
+      Are pointed every one;
+    Ay! each one has a glancing point
+      That glitters in the sun.
+    The leaves are leaves of paper white,
+      All fluttering in the breeze;
+    Ah! could I pluck one rustling bough,
+      I'd silence cries like these:
+
+    _Chorus._ Oh, lend me a pencil, do, Mamma!
+    I've got mine all stuck in the glue, Mamma!
+    Oh, make me a pretty
+    Big barn and a city,
+    And a cow and a steam-engine too, Mamma!
+
+    The fruit upon the pencil-tree
+      Hangs ripening in the sun,
+    In clusters bright of pocket-knives,--
+      Three blades to every one.
+    Ah! might I pluck one shining fruit,
+      And plant it by my door,
+    The pleading cries, the longing sighs,
+      Would trouble me no more.
+
+    _Chorus._ Oh, sharpen a pencil for me, Mamma!
+    'Cause Johnny and Baby have three, Mamma!
+    And this isn't fine!
+    And Hal sat down on mine!
+    So do it bee-yu-ti-ful-_lee_, Mamma!
+
+
+
+
+THE SEVEN LITTLE TIGERS AND THE AGED COOK.
+
+
+    Seven little tigers they sat them in a row,
+    Their seven little dinners for to eat;
+    And each of the troop had a little plate of soup,
+    The effect of which was singularly neat.
+
+    They were feeling rather cross, for they hadn't any sauce
+    To eat with their pudding or their pie;
+    So they rumpled up their hair, in a spasm of despair,
+    And vowed that the aged cook should die.
+
+    Then they called the aged cook, and a frying-pan they took,
+    To fry him very nicely for their supper;
+    He was ninety-six years old, on authority I'm told,
+    And his name was Peter Sparrow-piper Tupper.
+
+    "Mr. Sparrow-piper Tup, we intend on you to sup!"
+    Said the eldest little tiger very sweetly;
+    But this naughty aged cook, just remarking, "Only look!"
+    Chopped the little tiger's head off very neatly.
+
+    Then he said unto the rest, "It has always been confessed
+    That a tiger's better eating than a man;
+    So I'll fry him for you now, and you all will find, I trow,
+    That to eat him will be much the better plan."
+
+    So they tried it in a trice, and found that it was nice,
+    And with rapture they embracèd one another;
+    And they said, "By hook or crook, we must keep this aged cook;
+    So we'll ask him to become our elder brother."
+
+    [_Which they accordingly did._]
+
+
+
+
+AGAMEMNON.
+
+
+    About a king I have to tell,
+    Of all the woes that him befell
+    Through those who should have served him well,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    How he was huffed and cuffed about,
+    And tossed from windows, in and out,
+    With jest and gibe and eldritch shout,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    Of worsted was the monarch made,
+    Of gayest colors neatly laid
+    In each imaginable shade,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    His trousers were of scarlet hue,
+    His jacket of celestial blue,
+    With snow-white tunic peeping through,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    When he was young and in his prime,
+    On Christmas tree, in Christmas time,
+    He glowed like bird of tropic clime,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    His swarthy cheek, his beard of brown,
+    His gay attire and golden crown,
+    Showed him a king of high renown,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    The children, learning then to pore
+    O'er Father Homer's god-like lore,
+    Cried, "See! the king of men once more,
+              Great Agamemnon!
+    Now, when we play the siege of Troy,
+    Achilles, Hector, Ajax boy,
+    With us the fighting he'll enjoy,
+              Great Agamemnon!"
+
+    But well-a-day! the war began,
+    And Greek and Trojan, man to man,
+    In god-like fury raged and ran,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    'Twas Ajax seized the king, I trow,
+    And, using him as weapon now,
+    Did smite bold Hector on the brow,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    Then fierce and fell the contest grew;
+    From hand to hand the monarch flew,
+    Still clutched and hurled with fury new,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    His beaded eyes wept tears of shame,
+    His worsted cheeks with wrath did flame;
+    In vain he called each hero's name,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    At length great Hector seized the king
+    And gave his mighty arm a swing,
+    Then upward soared with sudden fling,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    Upon the high-pitched roof fell he,
+    And there, from Greek and Trojan free,
+    He lay for all the world to see,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    The fierce sun beat upon his head,
+    The rain washed white his trousers red,
+    The moon looked down on him and said,
+              "Poor Agamemnon!"
+    His gold and blue were gray and brown,
+    When Ajax, chief of high renown,
+    The roof-tree scaled, and brought him down,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    And now within the nursery,
+    In doll-house parlor you may see
+    His dim and faded majesty,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    And still each little naughty boy,
+    Ranging the cupboards for some toy,
+    Cries out, "Aha! the siege of Troy!
+              Poor Agamemnon!"
+
+
+
+
+THE WEDDING.
+
+
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      Gallant young Hyacinth marries the Rose.
+    Here we all wait for the wedding procession,
+      Standing up high on our tippy-toe-toes.
+
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      First the three ushers on grasshoppers ride,--
+    Coxcomb, Larkspur, and gallant Sweet William,
+      Handsome young dandies as ever I spied.
+
+    Here in a coach come the bride's rich relations,--
+      Old Madam Damask and old Mr. Moss;
+    Greatly I fear they approve not the marriage,
+      Else they'd not look so uncommonly cross.
+
+    Here comes His Excellence Baron de Goldbug,
+      Leading the Dowager Duchess of Snail;
+    Feathers and fringe on the top of her bonnet,
+      Roses and rings on the end of her tail.
+
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      Here come the bridesmaids, by two and by two;
+    Gay little Primrose, fair little Snowdrop,
+      Peachblossom, Jasmine, and Eglantine too.
+
+    Last come the lovers, wrapped up in each other,
+      Thinking of love, and of little beside.
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      Health and long life to the beautiful bride!
+
+
+
+
+SWING SONG.
+
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Here beneath my mother's wing,
+    Here beneath my mother's arm,
+    Never earthly thing can harm.
+    Up and down, to and fro,
+    With a steady sweep I go,
+    Like a swallow on the wing,
+    As I swing, as I swing.
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Honey-bee comes murmuring,
+    Humming softly in my ear,
+    "Come away with me, my dear!
+    In the tiger-lily's cup
+    Sweetest honey we will sup."
+    Go away, you velvet thing!
+    I must swing! I must swing!
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Butterfly comes fluttering,
+    "Little child, now come away
+    'Mid the clover-blooms to play;
+    Clover-blooms are red and white,
+    Sky is blue, and sun is bright.
+    Why then thus, with folded wing,
+    Sit and swing, sit and swing?"
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Oriole comes hovering.
+    "See my nest in yonder tree!
+    Little child, come work with me.
+
+    Learn to make a perfect nest,
+    That of all things is the best.
+    Come! nor longer loitering
+    Sit and swing, sit and swing!"
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Though I have not any wing,
+    Still I would not change with you,
+    Happiest bird that ever flew.
+    Butterfly and honey-bee,
+    Sure 'tis you must envy me,
+    Safe beneath my mother's wing
+    As I swing, as I swing.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE COSSACK.
+
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,
+    Who lived by the river Don:
+    He sat on a sea-green hassock,
+    And his grandfather's name was John.
+    His grandfather's name was John, my dears,
+    And he lived upon bottled stout;
+    And when he was found to be not at home,
+    He was frequently found to be out.
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He sat by the river-side,
+    And wept when he heard the people say
+    That his hair was probably dyed.
+    That his hair was probably dyed, my dears,
+    And his teeth were undoubtedly sham;
+    "If this be true," quoth the little Cossàck,
+    "What a poor little thing I am!"
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He sat by the river's brim,
+    And he looked at the little fishes,
+    And the fishes looked back at him.
+    The fishes looked back at him, my dears,
+    And winked at him, which was wuss;
+    "If this be true, my friend," they said,
+    "You'd better come down to us."
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He said, "You are doubtless right,
+    Though drowning is not a becoming death
+    For it makes one look like a fright.
+    If my lovely teeth be crockery,
+    And my hair of Tyrian dye,
+    Then life is a bitter mockery,
+    And no more of it will I!"
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He drank of the stout so brown;
+    Then put his toes in the water,
+    And the fishes dragged him down.
+    And the people threw in his hassock
+    And likewise his grandfather John;
+    And there was an end of the family,
+    On the banks of the river Don.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT A VERY RUDE LITTLE BIRD SAID TO JOHNNY THIS MORNING.
+
+
+    Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!
+              Stupid old thing!
+    Why don't you fly, or hop at least?
+              Why don't you sing?
+    There you stand with your great long legs
+    Stiff as a couple of giant pegs;
+    Have you a nest with five blue eggs?
+              Have you _anything_?
+
+    Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!
+              Stubborn old thing!
+    Is that your only song, that harsh,
+              Loud muttering?
+    Here! listen, and try to imitate me!
+    Chirr-a-wink! chirr-a-wink! pirrip-wip-wee!
+    It's just as easy as easy can be,
+              Stubborn old thing!
+
+    Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!
+              Ugly old thing!
+    I hear my little brown wife in the nest
+              Soft chirruping.
+    And if you think I've nothing else to do
+    But stay here and talk to the like of you,
+    You're greatly mistaken, I tell you true!
+              Good-by, old thing!
+
+
+
+
+THE MONKEYS AND THE CROCODILE.
+
+
+      Five little monkeys
+      Swinging from a tree;
+    Teasing Uncle Crocodile,
+      Merry as can be.
+    Swinging high, swinging low,
+      Swinging left and right:
+    "Dear Uncle Crocodile,
+      Come and take a bite!"
+
+      Five little monkeys
+      Swinging in the air;
+    Heads up, tails up,
+      Little do they care.
+    Swinging up, swinging down,
+      Swinging far and near:
+    "Poor Uncle Crocodile,
+      Aren't you hungry, dear?"
+
+      Four little monkeys
+      Sitting in the tree;
+    Heads down, tails down,
+      Dreary as can be.
+    Weeping loud, weeping low,
+      Crying to each other:
+    "Wicked Uncle Crocodile,
+      To gobble up our brother!"
+
+
+
+
+PAINTED LADIES
+
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies,
+    That go running, climbing, running,
+    All about my cottage door.
+    Would you have their story, Johnny?
+    Sit beside me, Sweet-and-bonny!
+    You shall hear a sadder story
+    Than you ever beard before.
+
+    These were maidens fair and slender,
+    Some with dove-eyes, brown and tender,
+    Some with black, and some with blue eyes,
+    Locks of auburn, locks of gold.
+    Rosy cheeks, and lips of cherry,
+    Voices glad and laughter merry,
+    Ever smiling, ever singing,
+    Over gay and over bold.
+
+    And these maids were ever running,
+    Watching going, watching coming,
+    Asking questions of each other
+    And of every one they knew.
+    Peeping, peeping, here and yonder,
+    Ready still to guess and wonder,
+    "Was it she?" "And did he do it?"
+    "Tell me quickly!" "Tell me true!"
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies!
+    When the king came riding, riding,
+    For to seek him out a bride,
+    How they whispered, how they chattered;
+    Each herself in secret flattered
+    She could win him, she could wed him,
+    In an hour, if she tried.
+
+    So they prinked and pranked them gayly,
+    So they crimped and curled them daily,
+    Trying ring and trying jewel,
+    All their beauty to complete.
+    Not content with Nature's roses,
+    Fie! their cheeks are painted posies;
+    And their lips are red and reddest,
+    But alas! they are not sweet.
+
+    Then the king came riding stately,
+    On his charger set sedately,
+    With his golden robe about him,
+    And his crown upon his head.
+    Oh! a royal port and presence,
+    Meet for courtly love and pleasance;
+    Happy, happy is the maiden
+    He shall woo and he shall wed.
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies!
+    How they leaned from door and window,
+    Flinging roses 'neath his feet;
+    Silken robes and jewels shining,
+    White arms waving, tossing, twining,
+    Lips that laughed and eyes that languished,
+    Over bold and over sweet.
+
+    But the king looked gravely on them;
+    Cast no answering glance upon them;
+    Coldly turned from where they waited
+    In their beauty, in their pride.
+    "Find me out some modest maiden,
+    Not with silks and jewels laden,
+    One whose pureness, one whose sweetness
+    Fit her for a royal bride."
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies!
+    Red with shame and white with anger,
+    Back they pressed against the wall.
+    As they drew their silks around them,
+    Lo! some sudden magic bound them,
+    While they whispered, while they clustered,
+    Into flowers changed them all.
+
+    Glowing cheek and snowy bosom
+    Changed to white and ruddy blossom;
+    Locks of gold and locks of auburn
+    Into tendrils curling green.
+    While for silk and satin's shimmer,
+    And for jewels' rainbow glimmer,
+    Leaves that whispered, leaves that clustered,--
+    Only these were to be seen.
+
+    But the pretty painted ladies,
+    But the naughty painted ladies,
+    Still are running, climbing, running,
+    At the window, at the door.
+    Peeping, peeping, here and yonder,
+    "Is the story true?" you wonder;
+    Sure, I heard it from themselves, dear,
+    For they tell it o'er and o'er.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FISHY NONSENSE.
+
+
+    Timothy Tiggs and Tomothy Toggs,
+    They both went a-fishing for pollothywogs;
+      They both went a-fishing
+      Because they were wishing
+    To see how the creatures would turn into frogs.
+
+    Timothy Tiggs and Tomothy Toggs,
+    They both got stuck in the bogothybogs;
+      They caught a small minnow,
+      And said 'twas a sin oh!
+    That things with no legs should pretend to be frogs.
+
+
+
+
+LADY'S SLIPPER.
+
+
+    My lady she rose from her bower, her bower,
+      All under the linden tree.
+    'Twas midnight past, and the fairies' hour,
+      And up and away must she.
+
+    She's pulled on her slippers of golden yellow,
+      Her mantle of gossamer green;
+    And she's away to the elfin court,
+      To wait on the elfin queen.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+    And now she flitted, and now she stepped,
+      Through dells of the woodland deep,
+    Where owls were flying awake, awake,
+      And birds were sitting asleep.
+
+    And now she flitted, and now she trod,
+      Where the mist hung shadowy-white;
+    And the river lay gleaming, sleeping, dreaming,
+      Under the sweet moonlight.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+    And now she passed through the wild marsh-land,
+      Where the marsh-elves lay asleep;
+    And a heron blue was their watchman true,
+      Good watch and ward for to keep.
+
+    But Jack-in-the-Pulpit was wake, awake,
+      And saw my lady gay;
+    And he reached his hand as she fluttered past,
+      And caught her slipper away.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+    Oh! long that lady she searched and prayed,
+      And long she wept and besought;
+    But all would not do, and with one wee shoe
+      She must dance at the elfin court.
+
+    But she _might_ have found her slipper, her slipper,
+      It shone so golden-gay;
+    For I am no elf, yet I found it myself,
+      And I brought it home to-day.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE SONG TO SING TO A LITTLE MAID IN A SWING.
+
+
+    If I were a fairy king,
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    I would give to you a ring,
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    With a diamond set so bright
+    That the shining of its light
+    Should make morning of the night,
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Should make morning of the night.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    On each ringlet as it fell
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    I would tie a golden bell;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    And the golden bells would chime
+    In a little merry rhyme,
+    In the merry summer-time,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    In the happy summer-time.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    You should wear a satin gown
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    All with ribbons falling down;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    And your little darling feet,
+    Oh, my Pretty and my Sweet,
+    Should be shod with silver neat,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Shod with silver slippers neat.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    All the flowers in the land
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    You should hold in either hand;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    And the myrtle and the rose
+    Should spring up beneath your toes,
+    For to gratify your nose,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    For to gratify your nose.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    But I'm not a fairy, Pet,
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Am not even a king as yet;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    So all that I can do
+    Is to kiss your little shoe,
+    And to make a queen of you,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Make a fairy queen of you.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+
+
+
+BETTY IN BLOSSOM-TIME.
+
+
+    Snow, snow, down from the apple-trees,
+    Pink and white drifting of petals sweet,
+    Kiss her and crown her, our Lady of Blossoming,
+    Here as she sits on the apple-tree seat.
+
+    Has she not gathered the summer about her?
+    Look, how it laughs from her lips and her eyes!
+    Think you the sun there would shine on without her?
+    Nay! 'tis her smile keeps the gray from the skies.
+
+    Fire of the rose and snow of the jessamine,
+    Gold of the lily-dust hid in her hair;
+    Day holds his breath and Night comes up to look at her,
+    Leaving their strife for a vision so rare.
+
+    Snow, snow, down from the apple-trees,
+    Pink and white drifting of petals sweet,
+    Kiss her and crown her, and flutter a-down her,
+    And carpet the ground for her dear little feet.
+
+
+
+
+BETTY'S SONG.
+
+
+                    Little Two-shoes,
+                    Little Toddle-toes,
+    Like a little pretty pinky winky rose,
+                    Come to me, now,
+                    And we'll see, now,
+    How the rocking-chair away to By-land goes.
+
+                    With a heigh ho,
+                    And a by-low,
+    And a swinging, swinging softly to and fro;
+                    With a sleepy croon,
+                    All about the moon,
+    How she puts the sleepy stars to beddy oh!
+
+                    With a hey-day,
+                    And a rock-away,
+    And a patting down the hands that want to play;
+                    With a swing swong
+                    In the drowsy song,
+    That forgets the drowsy words it has to say.
+
+                    Now the lids close,
+                    Just when no one knows,
+    And the dimpled flush grows deeper, rose on rose.
+                    Little Two-shoes,
+                    Little Toddle-toes,
+    With the rocking-chair away to By-land goes.
+
+
+
+
+A NONSENSE TRAGEDY.
+
+
+    Brown owl sat on a caraway tree,
+    Ruffly, puffly, great big owl;
+    Who so learned and wise as he?
+    Huffly, snuffly, eminent fowl.
+
+    Black bat hung by a twig of the tree,
+    Blinkety, winkety, blind old bat;
+    Paying his court to the bumble-bee,
+    Fuzzy bee, buzzy bee, yellow and fat.
+
+    "Oh!" said the owl, "but the sun is so bright.
+    Blazing, crazing, fiery sun,
+    How can I possibly wait till night?
+    Sweltering, meltering, not much fun!"
+
+    "Oh!" said the bat, "if a cloud would come,
+    Showery, lowery, nice gray cloud,
+    I'd take my love to my cavern home,
+    Happily, flappily, pleased and proud."
+
+    "Oh!" said the bee, "but if that be all,
+    Whimpering, simpering, blear-eyed bat,
+    Yonder's a cloud coming up at your call,
+    Scowling, growling, black as your hat."
+
+    "Oh!" said the owl and the bat together:
+    "Rollicky, jollicky, nice fat cloud,
+    Give us some good, black, thundery weather;
+    Roar away, pour away, can't be too loud!"
+
+    Up came the cloud, spreading far and wide,
+    Billowy, pillowy, black as night;
+    Brisk little hurricane sitting inside,
+    Blow away, strow away, out of sight.
+
+    Off went the owl like a thistle-down puff,
+    Ruffly, huffly, rolled in a ball;
+    Off went the bat like a candle-snuff,
+    Fly away, die away, terrible fall.
+
+    Off went the twig, and off went the tree,
+    Crashing, smashing, splintering round;
+    Nothing was left but the bumble-bee,
+    And who so merry, so merry as she,
+    As she laughed, "Ho! ho!" as she laughed, "He! he!
+    Creep away, sleep away, hole in the ground."
+
+
+
+
+FROM NEW YORK TO BOSTON.
+
+     [_Allegro con moto._]
+
+
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail;
+    Conductor the tickets is clipping,
+    Boy has bananas for sale.
+    Raindrops outside are a-dripping,--
+    Dripping o'er meadow and vale.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Clankety clankety clank,
+    Clinkety clinkety cling;
+    Five little boys on a bank,
+    One little girl in a swing.
+    Fishhawk o'erhead in the distance,
+    Spreading his wings like a sail.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    "Puck, Life, Frank Leslie, and Harper!
+    Latest editions, just out!"
+    Boy is an impudent sharper!
+    All are last week's, I've no doubt.
+    "Every new monthly and weekly,
+    Every new novel and tale!"
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Jogglety jogglety joggle!
+    Jigglety jigglety jig!
+    Snuffy old man with a goggle,
+    Acid old dame with a wig,
+    Pretty girl peacefully sleeping
+    Under her gold-spotted veil.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Now we are duly admonished,
+    Hartford's the place we reach next;
+    Cow in the field looks astonished,
+    Sheep in the pasture perplexed.
+    Furious puppy pursues us,
+    Cocking a truculent tail.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    "Lozenges, peanuts, and candy!
+    Apples and oranges sweet!"
+    Legs are so frightfully bandy,
+    Wonder he keeps on his feet.
+    "All the New York evening papers,--
+    Times, Tribune, World, Sun, and Mail!"
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Engine goes "Whoosh!" at the station,
+    Engine goes "Whizz!" o'er the plain;
+    Horses express consternation,
+    Drivers remonstrate in vain.
+    Smoke-witches dancing about us,
+    Sparks in a fiery train.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Tinklety tinklety tink!
+    Tunklety tunklety tunk!
+    Nearing the station, I think.
+    Where is the check for my trunk?
+    "Boston!" and "Boston!" and "Boston!"
+    Home of my fathers, all hail!
+    Here we go joyfully jumping,
+    Away from the resonant rail.
+
+
+
+
+SANDY GODOLPHIN.
+
+
+    Sandy Godolphin sat up on the hill,
+    And up on the hill sat he;
+    And the only remark he was known to make,
+    Was "Fiddledy diddledy dee!"
+
+    He made it first in the high Hebrew,
+    And then in the Dutch so low,
+    In Turkish and Russian and Persian and Prussian,
+    And rather more tongues than I know.
+
+    He made this remark until it was dark,
+    And he could no longer see;
+    Then he lighted his lamp, because it was damp,
+    And gave him the neuralgeë.
+
+    Sandy Godolphin came down from the hill,
+    And moaned in a dark despair:
+    "I've finished," said he, "with my fiddledy dee,
+    For nobody seems to care."
+
+
+
+
+MY CLOCK.
+
+
+    My little clock, my little clock,
+    He lives upon the shelf;
+    He stands on four round golden feet,
+    And so supports himself.
+
+    His face is very white and clean,
+    His hands are very black;
+    He has no soap to wash them with,
+    And suffers from the lack.
+
+    He holds them up, his grimy hands,
+    And points at me all day;
+    "Make haste, make haste, the moments waste!"
+    He always seems to say.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! I am a clock;
+    I'm always up to time.
+    Ding dong! ding dong! the whole day long
+    My silver warnings chime.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis nine o'clock,
+    And time to go to school;
+    Don't loiter 'mid the buttercups,
+    Or by the wayside pool.
+
+    "Ding dong! tick tock! 'tis two o'clock.
+    The dinner's getting cold;
+    You'd better hurry down, you child,
+    Or your mamma will scold.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis six o'clock.
+    You've had the afternoon
+    To play and romp, so now come in;
+    Your tea'll be ready soon.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis nine o'clock.
+    To bed, to bed, my dear!
+    Sleep sound, until I waken you,
+    When day is shining clear."
+
+    So through the night and through the day,
+    My busy little clock,
+    He talks and talks and talks away,
+    With ceaseless "tick" and "tock."
+
+    But warning others on his shelf,
+    All earnest as he stands,
+    He never thinks to warn himself;
+    He'll _never_ wash his hands.
+
+
+
+
+MY UNCLE JEHOSHAPHAT.
+
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat had a pig,--
+      A pig of high degree;
+    And he always wore a brown scratch wig,
+      Most beautiful for to see.
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat loved this pig,
+      And the piggywig he loved him;
+    And they both jumped into the lake one day,
+      To see which best could swim.
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat he swam up,
+      And the piggywig he swam down;
+    And so they both did win the prize,
+      Which the same was a velvet gown.
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat wore one half,
+      And the piggywig wore the other;
+    And they both rode to town on the brindled calf,
+      To carry it home to its mother.
+
+
+
+
+ROSY POSY.
+
+
+    There was a little Rosy,
+    And she had a little nosy;
+    And she made a little posy,
+    All pink and white and green.
+    And she said, "Little nosy,
+    Will you smell my little posy?
+    For of all the flowers that growsy,
+    Such sweet ones ne'er were seen."
+
+    So she took the little posy,
+    And she put it to her nosy,
+    On her little face so rosy,
+    The flowers for to smell;
+    And which of them was Rosy,
+    And which of them was nosy,
+    And which of them was posy,
+    You really could not tell!
+
+
+[Illustration: MY WALLPAPER. ]
+
+
+
+
+SICK-ROOM FANCIES.
+
+
+    I.
+
+    MY WALL-PAPER.
+
+    The paper roses, blue and red,
+    That climbing go about my bed,
+    All up and down my chamber wall,
+    A-quarrelling one day did fall;
+    And as with half-shut eyes I lay,
+    'Twas thus I heard the roses say:
+
+    "You vulgar creature!" cried the Red,
+    "I wonder you dare raise your head,
+    Much less go flaunting here and there
+    With such a proud and perky air.
+    I am a rose indeed; but _you_!
+    Who ever heard of roses blue?
+    Your sense of truth, Ma'am, must be small,
+    To call yourself a rose at all."
+
+    The Blue Rose proudly raised her head;
+    "Your humble servant, Ma'am!" she said.
+    "My family, I own, is far
+    From being such as you, Ma'am, are.
+    We blossomed lately in the sky,
+    A fairy plucked us, floating by,
+    And flung us down to earth, that we
+    Might show what roses _ought_ to be.
+    So, while we still adorn the earth,
+    Our hue attests our skyey birth."
+
+    Just then _my_ Rose came through the room;
+    And in her hand, in wondrous bloom,
+    A lovely snow-white bud she bore,
+    With diamond dew-drops sprinkled o'er.
+    She laid it in my hand, and "See,"
+    She said, "how fair a rose may be!"
+    The paper roses, Blues and Reds,
+    For shame hung down their silly heads.
+    I watched them, laughing, as I lay,
+    But not another word said they.
+
+
+    II.
+
+    MY JAPANESE FAN.
+
+    I have a friend, a little friend,
+    Who lives upon a fan;
+    Perhaps he is a woman,
+    Perhaps she is a man.
+    His clothes they are so very queer,
+    So _very_ queer, in sooth,
+    I sometimes call him "lovely maid,"
+    And sometimes "gentle youth."
+
+    Her hair is combed up straight and smooth
+    Above his pretty face.
+    His looks are full of friendliness;
+    Her attitude, of grace.
+    And every morning when I wake,
+    And every evening too,
+    She greets me with his pleasant smile,
+    And friendly "How-d'ye-do?"
+
+    She wonders why I lie in bed;
+    He thinks my wisest plan
+    Would be to come and live with her
+    Upon a paper fan.
+    But that, alas! can never be;
+    And so I never can
+    Know whether he's a woman,
+    Or whether she's a man.
+
+
+
+
+MARJORIE'S KNITTING.
+
+
+    In the chimney-corner our Marjorie sits,
+    Softly singing the while she knits.
+    The fire-light, flickering here and there,
+    Plays on her face and her shining hair;
+
+    And glimmering bright in the fitful glow,
+    Backward and forward her needles go,--
+    Backward and forward, swift and true,--
+    And hark! the needles are singing too.
+
+    "One and two and three and four,
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, good little girl!"
+
+    And what is our Marjorie knitting, I pray?
+    A soft, warm scarf, for a wintry day,
+    A pair of mittens for schoolboy Fred,
+    Or some reins for toddling Baby Ned?
+
+    I cannot see, in the twilight gray,
+    How many needles are working away;
+    But I see them flickering in and out,
+    And _they_ know exactly what they are about.
+
+    "One and two and three and four
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, good little girl!"
+
+    The fire is whispering, "Marjorie mine,
+    'Tis a positive pleasure on you to shine,
+    From your pretty brown hair, all shining and neat,
+    Down to your dainty, trim-slippered feet."
+
+    The kettle is murmuring, "Marjorie dear,
+    'Tis all for your sake that I'm bubbling here;
+    But though I have bubbled both loud and long,
+    You've ears for nought save those needles' song."
+
+    "One and two and three and four,
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, good little girl!"
+
+    Marjorie cheerily works away,
+    Nor ever her thoughts from her knitting stray.
+    Whatever it is, 'twill be sure to fit,
+    For loving thoughts in the web are knit.
+
+    The kettle may bubble, the fire may burn,
+    But Marjorie's thoughts they cannot turn;
+    And I think my heart must be working too,
+    For it seems to sing as the needles do.
+
+    "One and two and three and four,
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, dear little girl!"
+
+
+
+
+HE AND HIS FAMILY.
+
+
+    His father was a whale,
+    With a feather in his tail,
+    Who lived in the Greenland sea;
+    And his mother was a shark,
+    Who kept very dark
+    In the Gulf of Caribbee.
+    His uncles were a skate,
+    And a little whitebait,
+    And a flounder, and a chub beside;
+    And a lovely pickerèl,
+    Both a beauty and a belle,
+    Had promised for to be his bride.
+    You may think these things are strange,
+    And they _are_ a little change
+    From the ordinary run, 'tis true;
+    But the queerest thing (to me)
+    Of all appeared to be,
+    That _he_ was a kangaroo!
+
+
+
+
+EASTER-TIME.
+
+
+    The little flowers came through the ground,
+      At Easter-time, at Easter-time;
+    They raised their heads and looked around,
+          At happy Easter-time.
+     And every pretty bud did say,
+    "Good people, bless this holy day;
+    For Christ is risen, the angels say,
+          This happy Easter-time."
+
+    The scarlet lily raised its cup,
+      At Easter-time, at Easter-time;
+    The crocus to the sky looked up,
+          At happy Easter-time.
+    "We hear the song of heaven!" they say;
+    "Its glory shines on us to-day,
+    Oh! may it shine on us alway,
+          At happy Easter-time."
+
+    'Twas long and long and long ago,
+      That Easter-time, that Easter-time;
+    But still the scarlet lilies blow
+          At happy Easter-time.
+    And still each little flower doth say,
+    "Good Christians, bless this holy day;
+    For Christ is risen, the angels say,
+          At blessed Easter-time."
+
+
+
+
+EASTER.
+
+
+    Give flowers to all the children,
+      This blessed Easter Day,--
+    Fair crocuses and snowdrops,
+      And tulips brave and gay;
+
+    Bright nodding daffodillies,
+      And purple iris tall,
+    And sprays of silver lilies,
+      The loveliest of all.
+
+    And tell them, tell the children,
+      How in the dark, cold earth,
+    The flowers have been waiting
+      Till spring should give them birth.
+
+    All winter long they waited,
+      Till the south wind's soft breath
+    Bade them rise up in beauty,
+      And bid farewell to death.
+
+    Then tell the little children
+      How Christ our Saviour, too,
+    The flower of all eternity,
+      Once death and darkness knew.
+
+    How, like these blossoms, silent,
+      Within the tomb he lay;
+    Then rose in light and glory,
+      To live in heaven alway.
+
+    So take the flowers, children,
+      And be ye pure as they;
+    And sing of Christ our Saviour,
+      This blessed Easter Day.
+
+
+
+
+JACKY FROST.
+
+
+    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
+      Came in the night;
+    Left the meadows that he crossed
+      All gleaming white.
+    Painted with his silver brush
+      Every window-pane;
+    Kissed the leaves and made them blush,
+      Blush and blush again.
+
+    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
+      Crept around the house,
+    Sly as a silver fox,
+      Still as a mouse.
+    Out little Jenny came,
+      Blushing like a rose;
+    Up jumped Jacky Frost,
+      And pinched her little nose.
+
+
+
+
+SUBTRACTION.
+
+
+    Six from four leaves two, Mamma,
+    Six from four leaves two.
+    Surely that is right, Mamma,--
+    Don't you think 'twill do?
+
+    Please don't shake your head, Mamma!
+    Well, it's _nearly_ right;
+    And what difference does it make
+    If it isn't _quite_?
+
+    Hark! the boys are there, Mamma,
+    Out upon the lawn;
+    If I don't go soon, Mamma,
+    They will all be gone.
+
+    _I_ would let _you_ go, Mamma,
+    Were I teaching you.
+    Six from four leaves two--oh dear!
+
+    _Four_ from _six_ leaves two, Mamma!
+    Now I have it right.
+    Well! upon my word, I think
+    I wasn't very bright.
+
+    Dear Mamma, before I go,
+    Here's a kiss for you.
+    Four from six leaves two, hurrah!
+    Four from six leaves two!
+
+
+
+
+GRANDFATHER DEAR.
+
+     [_Written for Decoration Day._]
+
+
+    Jonquil and daffodil mine,
+    Lift me your golden-crowned heads!
+    Cockscomb and peony fine,
+    Lend me your lordliest reds!
+    Tying my posy up here,
+    I must have flowers at will;
+    They are for Grandfather dear,
+    There where he sleeps on the hill.
+
+    Grandfather dear was a soldier,
+    Gallant and handsome and young.
+    Flowers, I'll show you his picture,
+    Over the shelf where 'tis hung.
+    Yes, and his sword hangs beneath it,
+    The sword that he waved as he fell,
+    Fighting on Winchester Field,--
+    The field he was holding so well.
+
+    So when the year's at the sweetest,
+    Mother and Grandmother dear
+    And I, we go gathering flowers,
+    So sweet as they're blossoming here.
+    And when Grandfather looks down from heaven,
+    As he looks, and looks lovingly still,
+    He smiles as he sees his own flowers,
+    All shining and sweet on the hill.
+
+
+
+
+GATHERING APPLES.
+
+
+    Down in the orchard, down in the orchard,
+    Under the gold-apple tree,
+    One little maid and two little maids
+    Frolic, merry and free.
+    Brown as a berry, red as a rose,
+    Sweeter maidens nobody knows.
+    "What are you doing, Marjorie?
+    Marjorie, tell to me?"
+    Up she lifted her curly head,
+    (Oh, but her cheeks were rosy-red!)
+    Shaking her curls right saucily,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said she, said she,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said she.
+
+    Down in the orchard, down in the orchard,
+    Under the gold-apple tree,
+    Softly treading, the farmer came,
+    Peeping so warily.
+    Six feet high from his head to his toes;
+    A jollier farmer nobody knows.
+    "What are you doing, farmer, pray?
+    Jolly old farmer, say!"
+    Up he caught them both in his arms;
+    Oh, the shrieks, the merry alarms!
+    Closer clasping them lovingly,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said he, said he,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said he.
+
+
+
+
+THE BALLAD OF THE BEACH.
+
+
+    "Take off thy stockings, Samuel!
+      Now take them off, I pray;
+    Roll up thy trousers, Samuel,
+      And come with me to play.
+
+    "The ebbing tide has left the sand
+      All hard and smooth and white,
+    And we will build a goodly fort,
+      And have a goodly fight."
+
+    Then Samuel he pullèd off
+      His hose of scarlet hue,
+    And Samuel he rollèd up
+      His breeches darkly blue.
+
+    And hand-in-hand with Reginald,
+      He hied him to the beach;
+    Each little boy a shovel had,
+      And eke a pail had each.
+
+    Then down upon the shining sand
+      Right joyfully they sat;
+    And far upon the shining sand
+      Each tossed his broad-brimmed hat.
+
+    Then valiantly to work they went,
+      Like sturdy lads and true;
+    And there they built a stately fort,
+      The best that they might do.
+
+    "Now sit we down within the walls,
+      Which rise above our head,
+    And we will make us cannon-balls
+      Of sand, as good as lead."
+
+    Now as they worked, these little boys,
+      Full glad in heart and mind,
+    The creeping tide came back again,
+      To see what it could find.
+
+    The creeping tide came up the sand,
+      To see what it could do;
+    And there it found two broad-brimmed hats,
+      With ribbons red and blue.
+
+    And "See now!" said the creeping tide;
+      "These hats belong, I trow,
+    To Reginald and Samuel;
+      I saw them here but now."
+
+    And "See now!" said the creeping tide;
+      "What hinders me to float
+    These hats out to the boys' mamma,
+      Is sailing in a boat?"
+
+    Then up there came two little waves,
+      All rippling so free;
+    They lifted up the broad-brimmed hats,
+      And bore them out to sea.
+
+    The ribbons red and ribbons blue
+      Streamed gallantly away;
+    The straw did glitter in the sun,
+      Were never craft so gay!
+
+    The mother of these little lads
+      Was sailing on the sea;
+    And now she laughed, and now she sang,
+      And who so blithe as she?
+
+    And "Look!" she said; "what things be these
+      That dance upon the wave,
+    All fluttering and glittering
+      And sparkling so brave?
+
+    "Now row me well, my brethren, twain,
+      Now row me o'er the sea!
+    For we will chase these tiny craft,
+      And see what they may be."
+
+    They rowed her fast, they rowed her well,--
+      Too well, those gallants true;
+    For when she reached the broad-brimmed hats,
+      Right well those hats she knew.
+
+    "Alas!" she cried; "my little lads
+      Are drownèd in the sea!"
+    Then down she sank in deadly swoon,
+      As pale as she might be.
+
+    They rowed her well, those gallants gay,
+      They rowed her to the land;
+    They lifted up that lady pale,
+      And bore her up the strand.
+
+    But as they bore her up the beach,
+      The balls began to fly,
+    And hit those gallants on the nose,
+      And hit them in the eye.
+
+    They lookèd here, they lookèd there,
+      To see whence this might be;
+    And soon they spied a stately fort,
+      Beside the salt, salt sea.
+
+    And straight from out the stately fort
+      The balls were flying free;
+    Each gallant rubbed his smitten nose,
+      And eke his eye rubbed he.
+
+    They looked within the stately fort,
+      To see who aimed so well;
+    And there was little Reginald,
+      And youthful Samuel.
+
+    They lifted up those little lads,
+      Each by his waisty-band;
+    And down beside that lady pale
+      They set them on the sand.
+
+    And first that lady waxed more pale,
+      And syne she waxed full red;
+    And syne she kissed those little boys,
+      But not a word she said.
+
+    Then up and spoke those gallants gay,
+      "You naughty little chaps,
+    Your poor mamma you've frightened sore,
+      And made her ill, perhaps.
+
+    "And if you are not shaken well,
+      And if you are not spanked,
+    It will not be your uncles' fault;
+      So _they_ need not be thanked."
+
+    Then up and spoke those little lads,
+      All mournful as they sat;
+    And each did cry, "Ah, woe is me!
+      I've lost--my nice--new--hat!"
+
+    Then up and spoke that lady fair,
+      "Nay, nay, my little dears,
+    You sha'n't be spanked! so come with me,
+      And wipe away your tears.
+
+    "There be more hats in Boston town,
+      For little boys to wear;
+    And as for those that you have lost,
+      I pray their voyage be fair.
+
+    "For since I have my little lads,
+      The hats may sail away
+    Around the world and back again,
+      Forever and a day!"
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOTS OF A HOUSEHOLD.
+
+     [_After Mrs. Hemans._]
+
+
+    They came in beauty, side by side,
+    They filled one house with noise;
+    And now they're trotting far and wide,
+    On feet of girls and boys.
+
+    The self-same shoemaker did bend
+    O'er every heel and toe;
+    Shaped all their upper leathers fair,--
+    Where are those leathers now?
+
+    One pair is kicking 'gainst the bench,
+    The patient bench, at school;
+    And two are wading through the mud,
+    And splashing in the pool.
+
+    "The sea, the blue, lone sea," hath one.
+    He left it on the beach;
+    A merry wave came dancing up,
+    And bore it out of reach.
+
+    One sleeps where depths of slimy bog
+    Are glossed with grasses o'er;
+    One hasty plunge--it loosed its hold,
+    And sank to rise no more.
+
+    One pair--aha! I see them now,
+    And know them past all doubt;
+    For through each leather, gaping wide,
+    A rosy toe peeps out.
+
+    And parted thus, old, dusty, torn,
+    They travel far and wide,
+    Who in the shop, in shining rows,
+    Sat lately side by side.
+
+    And thus they frolic, frolic there,
+    And thus they caper here;
+    But great and small, and torn and all,
+    To mother's heart are dear.
+
+    [N. B.--_Also to father's purse._]
+
+
+
+
+THE PALACE
+
+
+    It's far away under the water,
+    And it's far away under the sea,
+    There's a beautiful palace a-waiting
+    For my little Rosy and me.
+
+    [Illustration: Queen Rosy]
+
+    The roof is made of coral,
+    And the floor is made of pearl,
+    And over it all the great waves fall
+    With a terrible tumble and whirl.
+
+    The fishes swim in at the window,
+    And the fishes swim out at the door,
+    And the lobsters and eels go dancing quadrilles
+    All over the beautiful floor.
+
+    There's a silver throne at on end,
+    And a golden throne at the other;
+    And on them you see, as plain as can be,
+    "Queen Rosy" and "Queen Mother."
+
+    And I will sit on the silver throne,
+    And Rosy shall sit on the gold;
+    And there we will stay, and frolic and play,
+    Until we're a thousand years old.
+
+
+
+
+BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.
+
+
+    Do you see that stately column,
+              Children dear,
+    Lifting its gray head to heaven,
+              Year by year?
+    Telling of the battle fought,
+    Telling of the good work wrought,
+    Telling of the victory bought,
+              Bought so dear!
+
+    Oh! the costly blood that flowed,
+              Children mine!
+    Fast as from the purple grapes
+              Flows the wine!
+    Oh! the heroes lying dead!
+    Oh! the women's hearts that bled!
+    Oh! the bitter tears they shed,
+              Children mine!
+
+    Long ago the tears were dried,
+              Children dear!
+    Long ago the weepers died,
+              Year by year.
+    But the column old and gray
+    Tells the story day by day.
+    "Victory!" it seems to say.
+              "Victory's here!"
+
+
+
+
+MAY.
+
+
+    Is there anything new to sing about you,
+                  May, my dear?
+    Any unhackneyed thing about you,
+                  Pray, my dear?
+    Anything that has not been sung
+    Long ago, when the world was young,
+    By silver throat and golden tongue?
+                  Say, my dear!
+
+    So many have said that your eyes are blue,
+                  May, my dear;
+    It must be a tiresome fact, though true,
+                  May, my dear.
+    And if I, for one, my gracious Queen,
+    Should boldly assert that your eyes are green,
+    'Twould be a relief to you, I ween.
+                  Eh, my dear?
+
+    We know, at the touch of your garment's fold,
+                  May, my dear,
+    The daisies come starring with white and gold
+                  The way, my dear;
+    We know that the painted blossoms all
+    Come starting up at your gentle call,
+    By dale and meadow and garden wall,
+                  May, my dear.
+
+    We know that your birds have the sweetest tune,
+                  May, my dear;
+    And lovers love best beneath your moon,
+                  They say, my dear.
+    And I might add that your perfumed kiss
+    Is considered productive of highest bliss;
+    But you must be so tired of hearing this.
+                  Eh, my dear?
+
+    No, I really don't think there's anything fresh
+                  Or new, my dear;
+    For life is short, and available rhymes
+                  Are few, my dear.
+    So if I say nought about vernal bowers,
+    And forbear to mention the sunlit showers,
+    I think I shall make the best use of my powers.
+                  Don't you, my dear?
+
+    And yet--yet I cannot help loving you so,
+                  May, my dear,
+    That the old words, whether I will or no,
+                  I say, my dear.
+    And how you are fair, and how you are sweet,
+    My loving lips forever repeat,--
+    And is this the reason you pass so fleet?
+                  Ah, stay, my dear!
+
+
+
+
+GREGORY GRIGGS.
+
+
+    Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs,
+    Had forty-seven different wigs;
+    He wore them up, and he wore them down,
+    To please the people of Boston town.
+    He wore them east, and he wore them west,
+    But he never could tell which he liked the best.
+
+
+
+
+A NURSERY TRAGEDY.
+
+
+    It was a lordly elephant,
+    His name, his name was Sprite;
+    He stood upon the nursery floor,
+    All ready for a fight.
+
+    He looked upon the rocking-horse,
+    Who proudly prancing stood:
+    "O rocking-horse! O shocking horse!
+    I'm thirsting for your blood!
+
+    "How dare you stand and look at me,
+    You ugly snorting thing?
+    Know, that of every living beast,
+    The elephant is king!
+
+    "And if a person looks at me,
+    Unless I give him leave,
+    He's very apt to meet his death
+    Too swiftly for reprieve.
+
+    "You are the most unpleasant beast
+    I e'er have looked on yet;
+    Although the stupid children here
+    Will make of you a pet.
+
+    "I hate your tail of waving hair!
+    I hate your bits of brass!
+    But more, oh, more than all, I hate
+    Your gleaming eyes of glass!
+
+    "Were you of cotton-flannel made,
+    As nursery beasts should be,
+    With eyes of good black boot-buttons,
+    You then might look at me.
+
+    "I might forgive your want of tusks,
+    Your lack of trunk forgive;
+    But that wild, goggling, glassy glare--
+    No! never, while I live!
+
+    "So get you gone, you rocking-horse!
+    Go to your closet-shed,
+    And there, behind the wood-basket,
+    Conceal your ugly head!"
+
+    But as the elephant thus did scold
+    And rage and fume and roar,
+    The rocking-horse rocked over him,
+    And crushed him to the floor.
+
+
+
+
+THE UMBRELLA BRIGADE
+
+
+    "Pitter patter!" falls the rain
+    On the school-room window-pane.
+    Such a plashing! such a dashing!
+    Will it e'er be dry again?
+    Down the gutter rolls a flood,
+    And the crossing's deep in mud;
+    And the puddles! oh, the puddles
+    Are a sight to stir one's blood!
+
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    But let it rain
+    Tree-toads and frogs,
+    Muskets and pitchforks,
+    Kittens and dogs!
+    Dash away! plash away!
+    Who is afraid?
+    Here we go,
+    The Umbrella Brigade!
+
+    Pull the boots up to the knee!
+    Tie the hoods on merrily!
+    Such a hustling! such a jostling!
+    Out of breath with fun are we.
+    Clatter, clatter, down the street,
+    Greeting every one we meet,
+    With our laughing and our chaffing,
+    Which the laughing drops repeat.
+
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    So let it rain
+    Tree-toads and frogs,
+    Muskets and pitchforks,
+    Kittens and dogs!
+    Dash away! plash away!
+    Who is afraid?
+    Here we go,
+    The Umbrella Brigade!
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCESS IN SATURN AND THE RED MAN IN MARS.
+
+
+    There once was a princess both fair and tall,
+    Who did not live on this earth at all.
+    She lived up in Saturn,
+    And she was a pattern
+    Of every accomplishment, great and small;
+    The graces and virtues, she had them all.
+
+    Greek, Latin, and Hebrew, she had them pat;
+    And she played on the sackbut! think of that!
+    And she sang so sweet,
+    All the birds at her feet
+    With envy and sorrow fell down quite flat;
+    I've been told they fell down quite remarkably flat.
+
+    Now all the princes and all the kings
+    Who lived in Saturn and all his rings,
+    They came and knelt
+    Where the princess dwelt;
+    And they brought her all sorts of beautiful things,--
+    Oh! quite an assortment of elegant things.
+
+    For one king brought her a diamond hat;
+    And another presented a two-legged cat;
+    While another one said,
+    "When my uncle is dead,
+    I will give you his monkey. Be sure of that!
+    His talented monkey; depend upon that!"
+
+    One powerful prince, with a haughty stride,
+    Came forward and said, "If you'll be my bride,
+    You shall have the Great Bear
+    To powder your hair,
+    And the small one to lace up your boots beside,--
+    To lace up your boots, and to shine them beside."
+
+    But the princess sighed; and softly she said,
+    "Alas! not one of you all can I wed.
+    'Tis my positive plan
+    To marry a man
+    Who lives up in Mars, and is painted red,--
+    From his head to his feet, quite a violent red.
+
+    "I have often looked through my opera-glass,
+    And up and down I have seen him pass;
+    And so bright was his hue,
+    And so lovely to view,
+    I felt that in him lay my fate, alas!
+    I read in his red my own fate, alas!
+
+    "So now, if you love me as fond and true
+    As all of you think that all of you do,
+    You will help me to wed
+    My 'Study in Red.'
+    Oh, kings and princes, now pray you, do!
+    You _dear_ kings and princes, I beg of you, do!"
+
+    The kings and princes arose with a frown,
+    And first they looked up, and then they looked down.
+    Not a man of them spoke
+    Till he'd straightened his cloak,
+    And settled his wig, and adjusted his crown.
+
+    [Illustration: THE PRINCESS IN SATURN.]
+
+    And then, "If you honestly wish," they said,
+    "To marry a man who is _painted red_"
+    (In Saturn, I ween,
+    All the people are green),
+    "We don't know that there's anything more to be said,--
+    Your Highness, there seems nothing more to be said."
+
+    So they called a comet, and told him to go
+    To the Red Man in Mars, and give him to know
+    That a princess in Saturn,
+    Of virtues the pattern,
+    Desired to marry him, whether or no,--
+    Was determined to marry him, whether or no.
+
+    Away whizzed the comet, and soon he came
+    To the Red Man in Mars, and called him by name.
+    And telling his news,
+    Begged him not to refuse
+    To send back an answer at once to the same,--
+    "Just you make up your mind in regard to the same!"
+
+    But the Red Man sighed, and mournfully said,
+    "My friend, 'tis our law that all wives _must_ be red;
+    And if I should be seen
+    With a wife who is green,
+    Our king would be apt at removing my head,--
+    Not a moment he'd lose in removing my head.
+
+    "But if the young lady (who's surely most kind),
+    Could in any way make up her princessly mind
+    To turn _herself red_,
+    It need hardly be said
+    That a lover devoted in me she would find,--
+    That a husband adoring in me she would find."
+
+    The comet whizzed back with the answer again,
+    And the kings and the princes received it with pain.
+    "Sure, the princess's green
+    Has so brilliant a sheen,
+    That the thought of a change is exceedingly vain,--
+    The idea of a change is prepost'rously vain."
+
+    But when the princess this message heard,
+    She said, "I see nothing in this that's absurd."
+    Then to blush she began;
+    And she blushed till the Man
+    In Mars was less ruddy by half, on my word,--
+    Less red by a generous half, on my word!
+
+    She blushed over cheek and lip and brow,
+    From her fair little head to her trim little toe.
+    And her hat and her shoe,
+    And her farthingale too,
+    They blushed just as red as herself, I vow,--
+    They blushed for the love of herself, I vow.
+
+    She blushed till the Northern Lights grew pale;
+    And the Scorpion danced on the tip of his tail;
+    And the Red Man came
+    In a fiery flame,
+    And cried, "My bee-yutiful bride, all hail!
+    My blushing, bee-yutiful bride, all hail!"
+
+    And so they were married, both he and she,
+    And the color of both was quite scarlet to see.
+    And they lived, the tale says,
+    To the end of their days,
+    As happy, as happy, as happy could be:
+    Sure, no other couple so happy could be.
+
+    For she loved him in Hebrew, and likewise in Greek,
+    And the Latin tongue also she freely did speak.
+    And the sackbut she'd play
+    Every hour in the day,
+    Till the Red Man in Mars would with ecstasy squeak,--
+    Till her cochineal husband with rapture would squeak.
+
+    But the people in Saturn were sad, I ween,
+    And evermore greener they grew, and more green;
+    And the princes and kings
+    Said such heartbreaking things,
+    In these mirth-loving pages they must not be seen:
+    I really must stop,
+    And the subject must drop,
+    For it won't do at all for such things to be seen.
+
+
+
+
+WIGGLE AND WAGGLE AND BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.
+
+
+    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,
+    They went their fortunes for to seek;
+    They went to sea in a chicken-coop,
+    And they lived on mulligatawney soup.
+
+    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,
+    They cooked their soup every day in the week;
+    They cooked their soup in a chimney-pot,
+    For there the water was always hot.
+
+    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,
+    Each gave the other one's nose a tweak;
+    They tweaked so hard that it took their breath,
+    And so they met an untimely death.
+
+
+
+
+GRET GRAN'F'THER.
+
+
+    What! take Gret Gran'f'ther's musket,
+    Thet he kerried at Bunker Hill,
+    An' go a-gunnin' fer sparrers
+    With Solomon Judd an' Bill?
+
+    You let thet musket alone, Dan'l!
+    An' git down from thet air stool.
+    You've just time enough to hold this yarn
+    Afore ye go off to school.
+
+    Thar! don't ye wriggle an' twist, sonny!
+    The yarn's fer yer own new socks;
+    It's safer to hold than muskets,
+    With their triggers an' riggers an' locks.
+
+    A musket to shoot at sparrers!
+    Wal, boys is up to sech tricks!
+    An' thet old un, too, thet ain't ben tetched
+    Sence seventeen seventy-six!
+
+    But I set more store by its rusty stock,
+    Than the finest money could buy;
+    An' if you'll stan' stiddy, Dan'l,
+    I'll tell ye the reason why.
+
+    You never seed Gret Gran'f'ther,
+    But you've seed his pictur, boy,
+    With the smilin' mouth, an' the big brown eyes
+    Jes' brimmin' with life and joy.
+
+    Wal! he war'n't like thet when I seed him,
+    But his sperrit was lively still,
+    Fer all his white hair an' empty sleeve,
+    As it was at Bunker Hill.
+
+    An' many's the time he's told me,
+    Settin' here in this very cheer,
+    Of the fust time he shouldered thet musket,
+    In the Continental year.
+
+    How out in the field a-mowin',
+    He seed the bay'nets glance,
+    An' ran fer his gun with a lighter heart
+    Than ever he went to a dance.
+
+    Jest as he was,--in his shirt-sleeves
+    (Fer the day was warm and bright),
+    An' no hat,--but shoulderin' his musket,
+    Gret Gran'f'ther went to the fight.
+
+    An' thar upon Bunker hillside,
+    Whar the smoke hung thick an' gray,
+    He went a-gunnin' fer redcoats,
+    As you'd go fer sparrers to-day.
+
+    Hey! but the balls were whistlin'!
+    An' the flashes kem thick an' fast;
+    But whose-ever musket hed fust word,
+    Gret Gran'f'ther's hed the last.
+
+    Then a gunner was shot beside him,
+    Thet handled a six-pound gun,
+    An' they called fer a man to tend her;
+    An' Gran'f'ther said he was one.
+
+    "I ain't never fired a gun," said he,
+    "But I'll do my prideful best;
+    An' ef all you want is a man, Colonel,
+    Mebbe I'm as good as the rest."
+
+    An' I reckon he was! fer he stood thar,
+    An' fired thet six-pound gun,
+    Till every redcoat within his range
+    Hed either dropped or run.
+
+    Then all of a suddent thar kem a crack,
+    A flash an' a twinge an' a thrill,
+    An' Gran'f'ther's right arm dropped by his side,
+    An' hung thar, limp an' still.
+
+    Jest fer a moment, I've heard him say,
+    The hull world seemed to reel;
+    An' a hummin' sound went through his ears,
+    Like Gran'm'ther's spinnin'-wheel.
+
+    But he hedn't no time for faintin',
+    Nor he hedn't no time for pain;
+    "It's well I'm left-handed!" says Gran'f'ther,
+    An' he fired the gun again.
+
+    Bimeby, when the Colonel found him,
+    Arter the fight was done,
+    He was lyin', all black like a nigger,
+    An' senseless, along by his gun.
+
+    Then the boys made a kind o' stretcher,
+    An' jest as they laid him a-top,
+    "The balls was all gone," he says, "Colonel,
+    So I was obleeged to stop."
+
+    Yes! thet was the way Gret Gran'f'ther fit,
+    An' the way he lost his arm;
+    But he shot with his left till the land was free,
+    An' then he kem back to the farm.
+
+    An' he laid his musket acrost them hooks,
+    An' thar it's laid to this day;
+    An' spite o' you an' the sparrers, Dan'l,
+    Thar's whar it's a-goin' to stay.
+
+    The school-bell! run now, sonny boy!
+    An' thank ye fer standin' still.
+    What's thet? Ay! Hurrah fer Gret Gran'f'ther!
+    An' hurrah fer Bunker Hill!
+
+
+
+
+DAY DREAMS.
+
+
+    White wings over the water,
+    Fluttering, fluttering over the sea,
+    White wings over the water,
+    What are you bringing to me?
+    A fairy prince in a golden boat,
+    With golden ringlets that fall and float,
+    A velvet cap, and a taffety cloak,
+    This you are bringing to me.
+
+    Fairy, fairy princekin,
+    Sailing, sailing hither to me,
+    Silk and satin and velvet,
+    What are you coming to see?
+    A little girl in a calico gown,
+    With hair and eyes of dusky brown,
+    Who sits on the wharf of the fishing-town,
+    Looking away to sea.
+
+    [Illustration: DAY DREAMS.]
+
+    Golden, golden sunbeams,
+    Touch me now with your wands of gold;
+    Make me a beautiful princess,
+    Radiant to behold.
+
+    Blue and silver and ermine fine,
+    Diamond drops that flash and shine;
+    So shall I meet this prince of mine,
+    Fairer than may be told.
+
+    White wings over the water,
+    Fluttering ever farther away;
+    Dark clouds shrouding the sunbeams,
+    Sullen and cold and gray.
+    Back I go in my calico gown,
+    Back to the hut in the fishing-town.
+    And oh, but the night shuts darkly down
+    After the summer day!
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTLE.
+
+     [_All the children march, each singing a verse in turn, and all
+     joining in the refrain._]
+
+
+          I am a German,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am a German,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          Musket on shoulder,
+          Who could be bolder,
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+    _Chorus_. Bang! bang! bang!
+    Hear the muskets rattle!
+    Bang! bang! bang! bang!
+    Now we'll have a battle.
+    Shoot 'em through the head,
+    Run 'em through the body!
+    He who runs away
+    Is called a Hoddy-Doddy.[1]
+
+    [_Repeat after each verse._]
+
+          I am a Frenchman,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am a Frenchman,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          First at the front,
+          I will bear the battle's brunt,
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+          I am an Englishman,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am an Englishman,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          Let the foeman meet me!
+          Where's the one to beat me?
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+          I am an Irishman,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am an Irishman,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          When the battle's ready,
+          Who'll be there but Paddy?
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+    [_All together._]
+
+          We are the regiment,
+            Marching, marching.
+          We are the regiment,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          Let the trumpets blow,
+          As we rush to meet the foe,
+    With a tan tan tara! at the sound of the drum.
+
+[1] "Though you're such a Hoddy-Doddy!"--_Edward Lear._
+
+
+
+
+THE STRANGE BEAST.
+
+
+    Four gay gallants of London town
+    Went out to walk on Horsley Down;
+      And there they saw a beast,
+    The like of which had ne'er been seen
+    In Cheapside or in Strand, I ween,
+      In West-side or in East.
+
+    Its legs were four, its tail was one,
+    So one gallant swore by the sun
+      It therefore was a horse;
+    "Nay!" cried the next, "this talk is idle.
+    If 'twere a horse, 'twould have a bridle,
+      A saddle, too, of course."
+
+    "It has a horn, you will perceive,
+    We'll therefore call it, by your leave,
+      A unicorn of pride."
+    The others vowed by stick and fiddle
+    The unicorn wore his horn in the middle,
+      And not upon the side.
+
+    "I call't a lion!" said the third.
+    "Nay!" cried the fourth, "that's _too_ absurd!
+      The creature has no mane.
+    To one who has a judgment fair,
+    It would appear to be a bear;
+      And this I will maintain."
+
+    The beast (I'll tell the secret now!
+    'Twas Farmer Giles's one-horned cow,
+      Her other horn was broken)
+    Advanced, meanwhile, toward the four,
+    And as 'twas supper-time and more,
+      Mooed loud, by way of token.
+
+    With shriek and scream those gallants gay
+    To London town fled back away,
+      As fast as they might fare.
+    And when at home they stopped to rest 'em,
+    A whole menagerie had chased 'em,
+      As every one could swear.
+
+
+
+
+A GARDEN JINGLE.
+
+
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas in a pod.
+    The pod it was green,
+    And fair to be seen,
+    But they wanted to go abroad.
+
+    And "Oh," said they,
+    "To be far away,
+    Out in the air so green!
+    To flutter and fly
+    Like the birds that go by!
+    We would envy nor king nor queen."
+
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas in a pod.
+    My Harry he took them,
+    And rattled and shook them,
+    And fired them all abroad.
+
+    The first one fell
+    Right into the well,
+    And learned how to float and swim.
+    The second did fly
+    Into Roderick's eye,
+    And sorely disgusted him.
+
+    But the third little pea,
+    Right venturesomely,
+    Straight up in the air it flew;
+    And it stared in surprise
+    With both of its eyes,
+    To find that the air was blue.
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY GOES TO BOSTON.
+
+
+    What does the train say?
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    What does the train say?
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    Will the little baby go
+    Riding with the locomo?
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+    Ting! ting! the bells ring,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Ting! ting! the bells ring,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    Ring for joy because we go
+    Riding with the locomo,
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+    Look! how the trees run,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Each chasing t'other one,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    Are they running for to go
+    Riding with the locomo?
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+    Over the hills now,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Down through the vale below,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    All the cows and horses run,
+    Crying, "Won't you take us on,
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee?"
+
+    So, so, the miles go,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Now it's fast and now it's slow,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    When we're at our journey's end,
+    Say good-by to snorting friend,
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+
+
+
+THE FLAG IN THE SCHOOLROOM.
+
+     [_Written for the Central Street Grammar School, Gardiner, Me.,
+     Dec. 20, 1880._]
+
+
+    Goddess Freedom, look abroad
+    From thy snowy mount to-night!
+    In all thy realm so fair and broad,
+    Thou shalt not see a fairer sight.
+    Youthful hearts, so glad and free,
+    Paying homage due to thee:
+    Youthful voices, fresh and strong,
+    Singing thine immortal song.
+
+    As the stars with many a ray
+    Deck thy banner's azure field,
+    So these children stand to-day,
+    Stars of hope upon thy shield.
+    May each boy, to manhood grown,
+    Ever, Freedom, be thine own;
+    Now thy nursling, frail and tender,
+    Then thy strength and thy defender.
+
+    In the years that are to come,
+    Be they dark or be they bright,
+    Make in these young hearts thy home,
+    Raise them to thy lofty height.
+    Keep them still, in manhood's glow,
+    Pure as is our northern snow;
+    Keep their faith, till life be done,
+    Bright as is our northern sun!
+
+
+
+
+JOHNNY JUMP-UP.
+
+
+    Who wakes earliest in the morn?
+      Sure you'll think it is the lark,
+    Who before the daylight's born,
+      Rises singing through the dark.
+
+    But though sweet the lark may carol,
+      Early to his mate may call,
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      Carols loud before them all.
+
+    Who wakes latest in the night
+      When the sun is gone to bed,
+    When each tiny blossom bright
+      Nods in sleep its pretty head?
+
+    Other babies all are sleeping,
+      Mother's eyelids droop and fall.
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      Waketh later than them all.
+
+    Johnny's eyes are very lovely,
+      Johnny's eyes are very blue;
+    But one hardly cares to see them
+      Snap and dance the whole night through.
+
+    Johnny's laugh is clear and ringing,
+      Tinkling like a silver bell;
+    But a child should _not_ be singing
+      Morning, noon, and night as well.
+
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      Rules us with his tiny hand;
+    Lord and master, king and kaiser,
+      In the realm of Nurseryland.
+
+    Take your pleasure without measure;
+      Laugh and crow, and whoop and call!
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      We're your faithful servants all!
+
+
+
+
+THE OUTLANDISHMAN.
+
+
+    The Outlandishman came o'er the sea, o'er the sea,
+      In a skipaway flipaway boat;
+    And who so merry, so merry as he,
+      As soon as he got afloat?
+
+    He sat on the poop to gobble his soup
+      With a spoon, with a spoon of the best;
+    And part of his fast he broke on the mast,
+      And smashed on the bowsprit the rest.
+
+    He lowered his line in the deep, in the deep,
+      And invited the fishlikins up;
+    Then he hung them in rows in front of his nose,
+      And wished it were time to sup.
+
+    Then the Bottlegreen Bovis arose, arose,
+      And asked was he game for a fight;
+    But he seized on the anchor and threw it with rancor,
+      And the foe-fish retired from sight.
+
+    He danced on the deck with never a check
+      Till the clock, till the clock struck nine.
+    And his eyes did wink, and he sang "tink a tink!"
+      In the mowl of the merry moonshine.
+
+    Lo! all of these things the Outlandishman did,
+      As he sailed, as he sailed on the sea.
+    Yea, more! yea, more! both sorry and sore,
+      But you never shall learn them from me.
+
+
+
+
+A SLEIGH-RIDE.
+
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle
+      Merrily over the frozen snow.
+    Cheeks a-glow and ears a-tingle,
+      Tumble in, children, here we go!
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!
+      Get along, Dobbin! go along, Jack!
+    Bells and voices merrily mingle,
+      Swift we fly as an arrow's track.
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!
+      Nose cold, Tommy? Here, rub it with snow!
+    Toes ache, Ned? Just kick till they tingle,
+      Thump! thump! thump! on the dasher, so!
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!
+      Snow-wreaths fly like a snow-sea's foam.
+    Sweet bells, sweet laugh, hark! how they mingle!
+      Tumble out, children, here we're at home!
+
+
+
+
+The Little Gnome
+
+
+              Once there lived a little gnome
+              Who had made his little home
+    Right down in the middle of the earth, earth, earth.
+              He was full of fun and frolic,
+              But his wife was melancholic,
+    And he never could divert her into mirth, mirth, mirth.
+
+              He had tried her with a monkey
+              And a parrot and a donkey,
+    And a pig that squealed whene'er he pulled its tail, tail, tail.
+              But though he laughed himself
+              Into fits, the jolly elf,
+    Still his wifey's melancholy did not fail, fail, fail.
+
+    [Illustration: THE BLINKING BEAR.]
+
+              "I will hie me," said the gnome,
+              "From my worthy earthy home;
+    I will go among the dwellings of the men, men, men.
+              _Something_ funny there must be,
+              That will make her say 'He, he!'
+    I will find it and will bring it her again, 'gain, 'gain."
+
+    [Illustration: THE PATTYPOL.]
+
+              So he travelled here and there,
+              And he saw the Blinking Bear,
+    And the Pattypol whose eyes are in his tail, tail, tail.
+              And he saw the Linking Gloon,
+              Who was playing the bassoon,
+    And the Octopus a-waltzing with the whale, whale, whale.
+
+    [Illustration: THE LINKING GLOON.]
+
+              He saw the Chingo Chee,
+              And a lovely sight was he,
+    With a ringlet and a ribbon on his nose, nose, nose,
+              And the Baggle, and the Wogg,
+              And the Cantilunar Dog,
+    Who was throwing cotton-flannel at his foes, foes, foes.
+
+              All these the little gnome
+              Transported to his home,
+    And set them down before his weeping wife, wife, wife;
+              But she only cried and cried,
+              And she sobbywobbed and sighed,
+    Till she really was in danger of her life, life, life.
+
+    [Illustration: THE OCTOPUS AND WHALE.]
+
+              Then the gnome was in despair,
+              And he tore his purple hair,
+    And he sat him down in sorrow on a stone, stone, stone.
+              "I, too," he said, "will cry,
+              Till I tumble down and die,
+    For I've had enough of laughing all alone, 'lone, 'lone."
+
+    [Illustration: THE BAGGLE.]
+
+    [Illustration: THE WOGG.]
+
+    [Illustration: THE CHINGO CHEE.]
+
+              His tears they flowed away,
+              Like a rivulet at play,
+    With a bubble, gubble, rubble, o'er the ground, ground, ground.
+              But when this his wifey saw,
+              She loudly cried "Haw, haw!
+    Here at last is something funny you have found, found, found."
+
+              She laughed, "Ho, ho! he, he!"
+              And she chuckled loud with glee,
+    And she wiped away her little husband's tears, tears, tears.
+              And since then, through wind and weather,
+              They have said "He, he!" together,
+    For several hundred thousand merry years, years, years.
+
+    [Illustration: THE CANTILUNAR DOG.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE DUTCHESS
+
+
+    Once there lived a little Dutchess,
+    Just beside the Zuyder Zee;
+    Short and stout and roly-poly,
+    As a Dutchess ought to be.
+
+    She had pigs and she had poultry,
+    She had lands and she had gold;
+    And she loved the Burgomaster,--
+    Loved him more than can be told.
+
+    "Surly, burly Burgomaster,
+    Will you have me for your love?
+    You shall be my pouter-pigeon,
+    I will be your turtle-dove.
+
+    "You shall have my China porkers,
+    You shall have each Dorking hen;
+    Take them with your loving Dutchess,
+    Oh, you Dutchiest of men!"
+
+    Loudly laughed the Burgomaster,
+    "Naught I care for Dorking fowls;
+    Naught for pig, unless 'tis roasted,
+    And on that my doctor scowls.
+
+    "Frumpy, stumpy little Dutchess,
+    I do not incline to wed.
+    Keep your pigs and keep your poultry!
+    I will take your gold instead.
+
+    "I will take your shining florins,
+    I will take your fields' rich hoard;
+    You may go and tend your piggies
+    Till your spirits be restored."
+
+    Loudly wept the little Dutchess,
+    Tending sad each China pig;
+    Loudly laughed the Burgomaster
+    'Neath his merry periwig.
+
+    Till the Dutchy people, angry
+    Conduct such as this to see,
+    Took and plumped the pouter-pigeon
+    Right into the Zuyder Zee.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+BOOKS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS
+
+
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+
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+decorations by Arthur E. Becher and Julia Ward Richards. 12mo. Full
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+
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+
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+
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+
+
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+
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+
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+     conception, and its own little moral, fragrant with
+     aspiration.--_New York Times._
+
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+     child can read them without learning many a lesson tenderly
+     imparted, and no grown persons will read them without content
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+
+
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+
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+
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+which is heartily enjoyed by the children.
+
+
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+
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+
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+
+
+IN MY NURSERY. A Book of Rhymes for Young Folks
+
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+
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+
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+     almost equally."
+
+
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+
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+
+A collection of the best of Mrs. Richards' short stories and verses
+for children of nine or ten.
+
+
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+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="400" height="575" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">In My Nursery<br />
+A Book of Verse<br />
+By<br />
+Laura E. Richards</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img class="border2" src="images/i006.jpg" width="400" height="557" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h1 class="booktitle">IN MY NURSERY.</h1>
+
+<p class="h4">BY</p>
+
+<p class="h3">LAURA E. RICHARDS,</p>
+
+<p class="h5">AUTHOR OF<br />
+"THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO," "TOTO'S MERRY WINTER," ETC.</p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h4">BOSTON:<br />
+LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.</p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h5"><i>Copyright, 1890,</i><br />
+<span class="smcap">By Roberts Brothers</span></p>
+<hr class="thin" />
+<p class="h5"><i>All rights reserved.</i></p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h5">Printers<br />
+<span class="smcap">S. J. Parkhill &amp; Co., Boston, U.S.A.</span></p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5">5</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="main">
+
+<p class="h3" id="dedication">To my Mother<br />
+<br />
+JULIA WARD HOWE.</p>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Sweet! when first my baby ear</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Curled itself and learned to hear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Twas your silver-singing voice</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Made my baby heart rejoice.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Hushed upon your tender breast,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Soft you sang me to my rest;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Waking, when I sought my play,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Still your singing led the way.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Cradle songs, more soft and low</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Than the bird croons on the bough;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Olden ballads, grave and gay,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Warrior's chant, and lover's lay.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>So my baby hours went</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>In a cadence of content,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To the music and the rhyme</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Keeping tune and keeping time.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6">6</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>So you taught me, too, ere long,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>All our life should be a song,&mdash;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Should a faltering prelude be</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To the heavenly harmony;</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>And with gracious words and high,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Bade me look beyond the sky,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To the Glory throned above,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To th' eternal Light and Love.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Many years have blossomed by:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Far and far from childhood I;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Yet its sunrays on me fall,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Here among my children all.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>So among my babes I go,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Singing high and singing low;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Striving for the silver tone</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Which my memory holds alone.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>If I chant my little lays</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Tunefully, be yours the praise;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>If I fail, 'tis I must rue</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Not t' have closelier followed you.</i><br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7">7</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i010.jpg" width="515" height="380" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents">
+<tr>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td class="tdrfirst">Page</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#dedication">Dedication.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">5</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#in_my_nursery">In My Nursery.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">9</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_babys_future">The Baby's Future.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">10</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#babys_hand">Baby's Hand.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">12</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_first_tooth">The First Tooth.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">14</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#johnnys_by-low_song">Johnny's By-low Song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">15</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#babys_valentine">Baby's Valentine.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">17</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_rain">The Rain.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">18</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_ballad_of_the_fairy_spoon">The Ballad of the Fairy Spoon.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">19</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#song_of_the_little_winds">Song Of The Little Winds.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">24</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#good-night_song">Good-night Song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">25</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#another_good-night">Another "Good-night."</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">26</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_bee_came_tumbling">"A Bee Came Tumbling"</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">26</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#jingle">Jingle.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">27</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#little_old_baby">Little Old Baby.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">28</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#babys_journey">Baby's Journey.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">28</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_bumblebee">The Bumblebee.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">29</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_owl_and_the_eel_and_the_warming-pan">The Owl And The Eel And The Warming-pan.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">30</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#young_ones_night_thoughts">Young (One)'s Night Thoughts.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">31</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#little_sunbeam">Little Sunbeam.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">32</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#babys_belongings">Baby's Belongings.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">34</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#infantry_tactics">Infantry Tactics.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">35</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#baby_bo">Baby Bo.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">36</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_difference">The Difference.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">37</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#little_john_bottlejohn">Little John Bottlejohn.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">38</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#jemima_brown">Jemima Brown.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">40</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#alices_supper">Alice's Supper.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">42</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#toddlekins">Toddlekins.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">45</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#bobbily_boo_and_wollypotump">Bobbily Boo And Wollypotump.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">46</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#sleepyland">Sleepyland.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">46</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#little_brown_bobby">Little Brown Bobby.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">48</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#phils_secret">Phil's Secret.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">49</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_song_for_hal">A Song For Hal.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">50</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_fairies">The Fairies.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">51</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_queen_of_the_orkney_islands">The Queen Of The Orkney Islands.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">54</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#babys_ways">Baby's Ways.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">56</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#pot_and_kettle">Pot And Kettle.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">57</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#punkydoodle_and_jollapin">Punkydoodle And Jollapin.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">58</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#mrs_snipkin_and_mrs_wobblechin">Mrs. Snipkin And Mrs. Wobblechin.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">59</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#my_sunbeams">My Sunbeams.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">61</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#in_the_closet">In The Closet.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">62</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#bed-time">Bed-time.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">64</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#bird-song">Bird-song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">65</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#geographi">Geographi.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">66</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#higgledy-piggledy">Higgledy-piggledy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">69</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#belinda_blonde">Belinda Blonde.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">70</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#tommys_dream_or_the_geography_demon">Tommy's Dream; Or, The Geography Demon.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">71</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#pollys_year">Polly's Year.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">74</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#what_the_robins_sing_in_the_morning">What The Robins Sing In The Morning.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">75</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_eve_of_the_glorious_fourth">The Eve Of The Glorious Fourth.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">75</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_dandy_cat">The Dandy Cat.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">78</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_party">A Party.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">80</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#jumbo_jee">Jumbo Jee.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">81</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#an_indian_ballad">An Indian Ballad.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">82</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_egg">The Egg.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">84</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#wouldnt">Wouldn't.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">86</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#will-o-the-wisp">Will-o'-the-wisp.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">86</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#nonsense_verses">Nonsense Verses.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">87</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#an_old_rats_tale">An Old Rat's Tale.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">88</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#to_the_little_girl_who_wriggles">To The Little Girl Who Wriggles.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">89</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_forty_little_ducklings">The Forty Little Ducklings.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">90</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_mouse">The Mouse.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">92</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_valentine">A Valentine.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">93</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#jamie_in_the_garden">Jamie In The Garden.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">94</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#somebodys_boy_not_mine">Somebody's Boy (Not Mine).</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">96</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#bogy">Bogy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">96</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_mermaidens">The Mermaidens.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">97</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_phrisky_phrog">The Phrisky Phrog.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">98</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_ambitious_chicken">The Ambitious Chicken.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">100</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_boy_and_the_brook">The Boy And The Brook.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">102</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_shark">The Shark.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">103</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_easter_hen">The Easter Hen.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">105</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#pump_and_planet">Pump And Planet.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">106</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_postman">The Postman.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">108</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#hopsy_upsy">Hopsy Upsy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">109</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#little_black_monkey">Little Black Monkey.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">110</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#jippy_and_jimmy">Jippy And Jimmy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">112</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#master_jacks_song">Master Jack's Song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">113</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#mother_rosebush">Mother Rosebush.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">115</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_five_little_princesses">The Five Little Princesses.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">116</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_hornet_and_the_bee">The Hornet And The Bee.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">117</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_three_little_chickens_who_went_out_to_tea_and_the_elephant">The Three Little Chickens Who Went Out To Tea, And The Elephant.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">119</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_legend_of_lake_okeefinokee">A Legend Of Lake Okeefinokee.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">122</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#grandpapas_valentine">Grandpapa's Valentine.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">124</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#alibazan">Alibazan.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">125</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_three_fishers">The Three Fishers.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">127</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#peepsy">Peepsy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">129</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#may_song">May Song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">130</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#two_little_valentines">Two Little Valentines.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">133</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_howl_about_an_owl">A Howl About An Owl.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">134</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#our_celebration">Our Celebration.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">135</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_song_of_the_corn-popper">The Song Of The Corn-popper.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">136</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#what_bobby_said">What Bobby Said.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">137</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#master_jacks_views">Master Jack's Views.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">138</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#emily_jane">Emily Jane.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">140</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#song_of_the_mother_whose_children_are_fond_of_drawing">Song Of The Mother Whose Children Are Fond Of Drawing.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">141</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_seven_little_tigers_and_the_aged_cook">The Seven Little Tigers And The Aged Cook.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">143</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#agamemnon">Agamemnon.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">145</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_wedding">The Wedding.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">148</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#swing_song">Swing Song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">149</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_little_cossack">The Little Cossack.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">150</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#what_a_very_rude_little_bird_said_to_johnny_this_morning">What A Very Rude Little Bird Said To Johnny This Morning.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">152</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_monkeys_and_the_crocodile">The Monkeys And The Crocodile.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">153</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#painted_ladies">Painted Ladies</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">155</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#some_fishy_nonsense">Some Fishy Nonsense.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">153</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#ladys_slipper">Lady's Slipper.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">159</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_little_song_to_sing_to_a_little_maid_in_a_swing">A Little Song To Sing To A Little Maid In A Swing.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">161</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#betty_in_blossom-time">Betty In Blossom-time.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">163</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#bettys_song">Betty's Song.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">164</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_nonsense_tragedy">A Nonsense Tragedy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">165</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#from_new_york_to_boston">From New York To Boston.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">168</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#sandy_godolphin">Sandy Godolphin.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">170</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#my_clock">My Clock.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">171</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#my_uncle_jehoshaphat">My Uncle Jehoshaphat.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">173</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#rosy_posy">Rosy Posy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">174</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#sick-room_fancies">Sick-room Fancies.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#my_wall_paper">I. My Wall Paper.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">175</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#my_japanese_fan">Ii. My Japanese Fan.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">177</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#marjories_knitting">Marjorie's Knitting.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">179</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#he_and_his_family">He And His Family.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">182</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#easter-time">Easter-time.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">183</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#easter">Easter.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">184</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#jacky_frost">Jacky Frost.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">185</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#subtraction">Subtraction.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">186</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#grandfather_dear">Grandfather Dear.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">187</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#gathering_apples">Gathering Apples.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">188</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_ballad_of_the_beach">The Ballad Of The Beach.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">190</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_boots_of_a_household">The Boots Of A Household.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">194</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_palace">The Palace</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">196</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#bunker_hill_monument">Bunker Hill Monument.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">198</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#may">May.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">199</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#gregory_griggs">Gregory Griggs.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">201</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_nursery_tragedy">A Nursery Tragedy.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">202</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_umbrella_brigade">The Umbrella Brigade</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">205</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_princess_in_saturn_and_the_red_man_in_mars">The Princess In Saturn And The Red Man In Mars.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">207</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#wiggle_and_waggle_and_bubble_and_squeak">Wiggle And Waggle And Bubble And Squeak.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">212</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#gret_granfther">Gret Gran'f'ther.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">213</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#day_dreams">Day Dreams</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">218</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_battle">The Battle.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">222</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_strange_beast">The Strange Beast.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">222</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_garden_jingle">A Garden Jingle.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">225</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_baby_goes_to_boston">The Baby Goes To Boston.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">226</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_flag_in_the_schoolroom">The Flag In The Schoolroom.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">228</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#johnny_jump-up">Johnny Jump-up.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">229</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_outlandishman">The Outlandishman.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">230</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#a_sleigh-ride">A Sleigh-ride.</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">231</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_little_gnome">The Little Gnome</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">232</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><a href="#the_little_dutchess">The Little Dutchess</a></td>
+  <td class="tdr">236</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8">8</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i015.jpg" width="358" height="460" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9">9</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="h2">IN MY NURSERY.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="in_my_nursery">IN MY NURSERY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In my nursery as I sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To and fro the children flit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rosy Alice, eldest born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rosalind like summer morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sturdy Hal, as brown as berry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Julia, shy and merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">John the King, who rules us all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Baby sweet and small.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flitting, flitting to and fro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Light they come and light they go:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their presence fair and young<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I weave into my song.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here rings out their merry laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here their speech comes tripping after:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here their pranks, their sportive ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flash along the lyric maze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till I hardly know, in fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is theirs and what is mine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can but say, through wind and weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They and I have wrought together.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10">10</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_babys_future">THE BABY'S FUTURE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<img class="wrapr" src="images/i017.jpg" width="227" height="273" alt="" />
+<span class="i0">What will the baby be, Mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(With a kick and a crow, and a hushaby-low).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What will the baby be, Mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he grows up into a man?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will he always kick, and always crow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flourish his arms and his legs about so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make up such horrible faces, you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As ugly as ever he can?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<img class="wrap" src="images/i018a.jpg" width="168" height="295" alt="" />
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a soldier, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a fife and a drum, and a rum-tiddy-tum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a soldier, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he grows up into a man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will draw up his regiment all in a row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flourish his sword in the face of the foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who will hie them away on a tremulous toe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As quickly as ever they can.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11">11</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<img class="wrapr clearboth" src="images/i018b.jpg" width="159" height="307" alt="" />
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a sailor, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a fore and an aft, and a tight little craft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a sailor, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he grows up into a man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will hoist his sails with a "Yo! heave, ho!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take in his reefs when it comes on to blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shiver his timbers and so forth, you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a genuine nautical plan.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a doctor, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a powder and pill, and a nice little bill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a doctor, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he grows up into a man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will dose you with rhubarb, and calomel too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With draughts that are black and with pills that are blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the chances will be, when he's finished with you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll be worse off than when he began.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<img class="wrap clearright" src="images/i018c.jpg" width="168" height="295" alt="" />
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a lawyer, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a bag and a fee, and a legal decree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The baby he may be a lawyer, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he grows up into a man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, oh! dear me, should I tell to you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The terrible things that a lawyer can do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You would take to your heels when he came into view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And run from Beersheba to Dan.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer clearboth">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr class="chap clearboth" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12">12</a></span></p>
+
+<h2 class="clearboth"><a id="babys_hand">BABY'S HAND.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like a little crumpled roseleaf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It lies on my bosom now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a tiny sunset cloudlet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a flake of rose-tinted snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the pretty, helpless fingers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are never a moment at rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ever are moving and straying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About on the mother's breast:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trying to grasp the sunbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That streams through the window high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trying to catch the white garments<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the angels hovering by.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as she pats and caresses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dear little lovely hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mother's thoughts go forward<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toward the future's shadowy land.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ever her anxious vision<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strives to pierce each coming year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a mother's height of rapture,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a mother's depth of fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she thinks, "In the years that are coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be they many or be they few,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What work is the good God sending<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13">13</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For this little hand to do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it always be open in giving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And always strong for the right?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it always be ready for labor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet always gentle and light?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it wield the brush or the chisel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the magical realms of Art?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it waken the loveliest music<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To gladden the weary heart?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it smooth the sufferer's pillow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring rest to his aching head?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it proffer the cup of cold water?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By it shall the hungry be fed?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! in the years that are coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be they many or be they few,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What now is the good God sending<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this little hand to do?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus the mother's anxious vision<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strives to pierce each coming year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a mother's height of rapture,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a mother's depth of fear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! whatever may be its fortunes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever in life its part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This little wee hand will never loose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its hold on the mother's heart.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14">14</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_first_tooth">THE FIRST TOOTH.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My own little beautiful Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're weeping most bitterly, dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There'd soon be a lake, if we treasured<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each sweet little silvery tear.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A lake? Nay! an ocean of sorrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would murmur and sigh at your feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you would be drowned in your tear-drops,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My own little Baby sweet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, darling, as in the wide ocean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The divers plunge boldly down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring up the radiant pearl-drops<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To set in some royal crown,<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">E'en so from the sea of your sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This dolorous "fountain of youth,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will come, ere a week be over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little wee pearly tooth.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then the tears will all vanish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dried up by the sunshine of smiles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we'll have back our own little Alice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her merriest frolics and wiles.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And whenever you laugh, my Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through all your life's happy years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll show us the radiant pearl-drop<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That you brought from the ocean of tears.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15">15</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="johnnys_by-low_song">JOHNNY'S BY-LOW SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here on our rock-away horse we go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Johnny and I, to a land we know,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far away in the sunset gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lovelier land than can be told.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nod, nod, niddlety nod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And all the birds sing by-low!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gates are ivory set with pearls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One for the boys, and one for the girls:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So shut your bonny two eyes of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else they never will let you through.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nod, nod, niddlety nod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And all the birds sing by-low!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But what are the children all about?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's never a laugh and never a shout.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, they all fell asleep, dear, long ago;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For how could they keep awake, you know?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16">16</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> When all the flowers went niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nod, nod, niddlety nod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">When all the flowers went niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And all the birds sang by-low!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And each little brown or golden head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is pillowed soft in a satin bed,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A satin bed with sheets of silk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As soft as down and as white as milk.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> And all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nod, nod, niddlety nod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And all the birds sing by-low!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The brook in its sleep goes babbling by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fat little clouds are asleep in the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now little Johnny is sleeping too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So open the gates and pass him through.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nod, nod, niddlety nod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And all the birds sing by-low!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17">17</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="babys_valentine">BABY'S VALENTINE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Valentine, O Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty little Love of mine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Love whose yellow hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes the daffodils despair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Love whose shining eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fill the stars with sad surprise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither turn your ten wee toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each a tiny shut-up rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">End most fitting and complete<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the rosy-pinky feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toddle, toddle here to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'm waiting, do you see?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waiting for to call you mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Valentine, O Valentine!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Valentine, O Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will dress you up so fine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a frock of tulip-leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trimmed with lace the spider weaves;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a cap of larkspur blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just precisely made for you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a mantle scarlet-dyed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once the tiger-lily's pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spotted all with velvet black<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the fire-beetle's back;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lady-slippers on your feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now behold you all complete!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come and let me call you mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Valentine, O Valentine!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18">18</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Valentine, O Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now a wreath for you I'll twine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will set you on a throne<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the damask rose has blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dropping all her velvet bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Carpeting your leafy room:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here while you shall sit in pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Butterflies all rainbow-pied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dandy beetles gold and green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Creeping, flying, shall be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every bird that shakes his wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every katydid that sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wasp and bee with buzz and hum.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither, hither see them come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Creeping all before your feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rendering their homage meet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'tis I that call you mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Valentine, O Valentine!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="the_rain">THE RAIN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rain came down from the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we asked it the reason why<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It would ne'er stay away<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On washing day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To let our poor clothes get dry.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rain came down on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a clattering, pelting sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"Indeed, if I stayed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Till you called me," it said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I should not come all the year round!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19">19</a></span></p>
+
+<h2 id="the_ballad_of_the_fairy_spoon">The Ballad Of The Fairy Spoon.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i026.jpg" width="520" height="186" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little wee baby came tripping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All out of the fairy land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a nosegay of fairy flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Clasped close in each little wee hand;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The flower of baby beauty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The flower of baby health,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the blossomy sweetness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That makes up a baby's wealth.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But still he kept sighing and sobbing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sighing and sobbing away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till I said, "Now what ails my Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And why does he cry all day?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he answered, "Oh! as I came tripping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I spied a rose by the way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on it the loveliest dewdrop<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20">20</a></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd seen since I came away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i027.jpg" width="495" height="536" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But as I was stooping to sip it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A wind came up from the south;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it blew my little wee spoonie<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21">21</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Away from my little wee mouth."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i028.jpg" width="349" height="677" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And what was your little wee spoonie?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And what does my Baby mean?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! the little wee fairy spoonie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was given me by the queen.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For whenever a baby leaves her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The queen she grants him a boon,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She fills both his hands with flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And puts in his mouth a spoon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And some are made of the hazel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some are made of the horn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some are made of the silver white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the good-luck babes that are born."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But what are they for, my Baby?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Nay! that part I cannot tell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But send for the fairy Spoonman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he knows it all right well.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22">22</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh! the little old fairy Spoonman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He lives in the white, white moon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Send a whisper up by a moonbeam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he will be down here soon."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then I whispered along a moonbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That silvered the grass so clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! little old fairy Spoonman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come down and comfort my dear!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then something came sliding, sliding<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down out of the white, white moon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And something came gliding, gliding<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Straight in at my window soon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there stood a little old fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All bent and withered and black,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a leathern apron about him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a bundle of spoons at his back.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And first he looked at my baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then he looked at me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then he looked at his apron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But never a word spake he.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh! Spoonman dear," said the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"The wind blew my spoon away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So now will you give me another,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You little black Spoonman, pray?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23">23</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For I did not lose my spoonie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor drop it carelessly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a wind came up to my poor little mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew it away from me."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now well for you," said the Spoonman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Little Baby, if this be so.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if you had carelessly lost your spoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without it through life you'd go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And well for you, little Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you know your spoon again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For but if you know the very same one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your asking will be in vain.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"So say: was it made of the hazel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or was it made of the horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or was it made of the silver white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If a good-luck babe you were born?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh! it was nor horn nor hazel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But all of the silver bright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a good-luck babe I was born indeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be my Mammy's delight."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then take your spoon, little Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the fairies' blessing free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the south wind blew it around the world,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew it again to me."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24">24</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With that he gave to my baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The tiniest silver spoon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then out he slipped in the moonlight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we lost him from sight right soon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now some may think I am foolish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some may think I am mad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But never once since that very night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has my baby been cross or sad.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I counsel all anxious mothers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose babies are crying in pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To send for the fairy Spoonman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And get them their spoons again.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="song_of_the_little_winds">SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The birdies may sleep, but the winds must wake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Early and late, for the birdies' sake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kissing them, fanning them, soft and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en till the dark and the dawning meet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The flowers may sleep, but the winds must wake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Early and late, for the flowers' sake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rocking the buds on the rose-mother's breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The children may sleep, but the winds must wake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Early and late, for the children's sake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing so sweet in each little one's ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He thinks his mother's own song to hear.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25">25</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="good-night_song">GOOD-NIGHT SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good-night, Sun! go to bed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take your crown from your shining head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now put on your gray night-cap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shut your eyes for a good long nap.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good-night, Sky, bright and blue!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a wink of sleep for you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You must watch us all the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your twinkling eyes so bright.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good-night, flowers! now shut up<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every swinging bell and cup.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take your sleeping-draught of dew:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleasant dreams to all of you!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good-night, birds, that sweetly sing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little head 'neath little wing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every leaf upon the tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft shall sing your lullaby.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Last to you, little child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep is coming soft and mild.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now he shuts your blue eyes bright:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Baby dear, good-night!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26">26</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="another_good-night">ANOTHER "GOOD-NIGHT."</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Birds, birds, in the linden-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low, low let your music be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bees, bees, in the garden bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hushed, hushed be your drowsy hum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wind, wind, through the lattice waft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still, still, thy breathing soft!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowers, sweet be the breath you shed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little children are going to bed.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eyes, eyes, 'neath your curtains white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Veiled, veiled be the sunny light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lips, lips, like the roses red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft, soft be your sweet prayers said!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feet, feet, that have danced all day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, now must your dancing stay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low, low lay each golden head!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little children are going to bed.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="a_bee_came_tumbling">"A Bee Came Tumbling"</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A bee came tumbling into my ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what do you think he remarked, my dear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said that two tens make up a score,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And really and truly I knew that before.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27">27</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i034.jpg" width="470" height="431" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="jingle">JINGLE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I jumped on the back of a dragon-fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flew and flew till I reached the sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I pulled down a cloud that was hiding the blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the wee stars came tumbling through.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They tumbled down and they tumbled round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turned into flowers as they touched the ground.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So come with me, little children, come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down in the meadow I'll pick you some.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28">28</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="little_old_baby">LITTLE OLD BABY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little old baby, pretty old baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Screams and cries at his little old bath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pours on the head of his little old mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the full vials of baby wrath.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little old baby, pretty old baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you could see just how queer you look,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arms and legs in a knot together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Face twisted up in a terrible crook,&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How you would straighten out every feature,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Masculine vanity all aflame!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fie! what a noise from a little wee creature!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Did</i> they abuse him! and <i>was</i> it a shame!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little old baby, pretty old baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Curls himself over and goes to sleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! such is life, my little old baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleep and forget it, or wake and weep!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="babys_journey">BABY'S JOURNEY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset22">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hoppety hoppety ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where shall the baby go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over dale and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Limerick town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there shall the baby go.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29">29</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hoppety hoppety ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>How</i> shall the baby go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a coach-and-seven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With grooms eleven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so shall the baby go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hoppety hoppety ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>When</i> shall the baby go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the afternoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the light of the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then shall the baby go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hoppety hoppety ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Why</i> shall the baby go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dance a new jig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to buy a new wig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And <i>that's</i> why the baby shall go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_bumblebee">THE BUMBLEBEE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bumblebee, the bumblebee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He flew to the top of the tulip-tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He flew to the top, but he could not stop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he had to get home to his early tea.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bumblebee, the bumblebee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He flew away from the tulip-tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he made a mistake, and flew into the lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he never got home to his early tea.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30">30</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i037.jpg" width="593" height="358" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_owl_and_the_eel_and_the_warming-pan">THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went to call on the soap-fat man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soap-fat man he was not within:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they all came back by the way of the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turned the meeting-house upside down.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31">31</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="young_ones_night_thoughts">YOUNG (ONE)'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset20">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hi!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ho!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ha!" said the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I won't go to sleep!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naughty old mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You make such a pother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just for to bother<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, awake I will keep.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Dance!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Prance!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Perchance," said the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You think I'm a goose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vainly you're dreaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of rest, and your scheming<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To silence my screaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is all of no use.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Sing!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ring!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Bring," said the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My rattles and toys.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I will weep, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awake I will keep, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Won't</i> go to sleep, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Will</i> make a noise!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Walk!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Talk!" said the baby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll balk," said the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Your efforts, one and all.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32">32</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Still I'll be scorning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, towards the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without any warning<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Asleep I will fall."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="little_sunbeam">LITTLE SUNBEAM.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset22">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waking up one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down into the garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took her shining way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Merrily went dancing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down the morning air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaking out the sparkles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From her golden hair.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twinkled all about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down among the green leaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flitting in and out.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waking up the daisies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From their morning doze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ringing up the lily-bells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knocking up the rose.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Climbing up the wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the baby's window<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happened for to fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the little chamber<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she took a peep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There she saw the Lovely One<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lying fast asleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33">33</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tripped into the room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeping out the darkness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her golden broom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the little shadows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glimmering and gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered up their dusky skirts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly slid away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flitting to the bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Merrily went dancing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round the baby's head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suddenly there flashed out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her great surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Other little sunbeams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the baby's eyes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "How can this be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whence these little sparklers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So unlike to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scarce I think they can be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sunbeams real and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we all are yellow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are lovely blue."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little yellow Sunbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flew back to the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Running to her father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She began to cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Father, you must vanish!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Run and hide your head!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's a brighter sun than you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the baby's bed."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34">34</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="babys_belongings">BABY'S BELONGINGS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here are the baby's bonny blue eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What shall we give her to see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A calico doll and a parrotty poll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As funny as funny can be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here are the baby's little pink ears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What shall we give her to hear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bell that will ring, and a bird that will sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a brook that goes tinkling clear.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here is the baby's little wee nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What shall we give her to smell?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A hyacinth blue and a violet too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And roses and lilies as well.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here is the baby's pretty red mouth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What shall we give her to eat?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sugary heart and a raspberry tart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And everything else that is sweet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here are the baby's little fat hands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What shall we give her to hold?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sunbeam? That's right! and a rainbow bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And plenty of silver and gold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35">35</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="infantry_tactics">INFANTRY TACTICS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Present arms!</i> There they are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both stretched out to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strong and sturdy, smooth and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fair as arms may be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Ground arms!</i> on the floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Picking up his toys:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breaking all within his reach,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Busiest of boys.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Right wheel!</i> off his cart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Left wheel too is gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horsey's head is broken off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Horsey's tail is torn.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Quick step</i>, forward march!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crying, too, he comes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had a battle with the cat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Scratched off bofe my fums!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Shoulder arms!</i> Here at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Round my neck they close.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor little soldier boy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Off to quarters goes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36">36</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i043.jpg" width="446" height="424" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="baby_bo">BABY BO.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring something home to my Baby Bo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring him a feather and bring him a song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sing to him sweetly all the day long.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hoppety, kickety, Grasshopper oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring something home to my Baby Bo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hop over his head and then be gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37">37</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Howlibus, gowlibus, Doggibus oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring something home to my Baby Bo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring him a snarl and bring him a snap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring him a posy to put in his cap.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Twinkily, winkily, Firefly oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring something home to my Baby Bo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring him a moonbeam and bring him a star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then twinkily, winkily, fly away far.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_difference">THE DIFFERENCE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset20">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eight fingers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ten toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And one nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she smelt the rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! what a pity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've only one nose!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ten teeth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In even rows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three dimples,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And one nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she smelt the snuff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Deary me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One nose is enough."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38">38</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i045.jpg" width="588" height="454" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="little_john_bottlejohn">LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a blithe little man was he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who lived in the deep blue sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every evening she used to sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sing on the rocks by the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Won't you come out to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39">39</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little John Bottlejohn heard her song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he opened his little door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he hopped and he skipped, and he skipped and he hopped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until he came down to the shore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And still she was singing so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Won't you come out to me?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the mermaid, she made one too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she said, "Oh! I never saw any one half<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So perfectly sweet as you!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In my lovely home 'neath the ocean foam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How happy we both might be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Won't you come down with me?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little John Bottlejohn said, "Oh yes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll willingly go with you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I never shall quail at the sight of your tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For perhaps I may grow one too."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So he took her hand, and he left the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And plunged in the foaming main.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never was seen again.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40">40</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="jemima_brown">JEMIMA BROWN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<p class="h3">I.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring her here, my little Alice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor Jemima Brown!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make the little cradle ready!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly lay her down!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once she lived in ease and comfort,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Slept on couch of down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now upon the floor she's lying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor Jemima Brown!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h3">II.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once she was a lovely dolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rosy-cheeked and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her eyes of brightest azure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And her golden hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, alas! no hair's remaining<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On her poor old crown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the crown itself is broken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor Jemima Brown!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h3">III.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once her legs were smooth and comely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And her nose was straight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that arm, now hanging lonely,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41">41</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Had, methinks, a mate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she was as finely dressed as<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Any doll in town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now she's old, forlorn, and ragged,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor Jemima Brown!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h3">IV.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet be kind to her, my Alice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis no fault of hers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If her wilful little mistress<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Other dolls prefers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did <i>she</i> pull her pretty hair out?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did <i>she</i> break her crown?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did <i>she</i> pull her arms and legs off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor Jemima Brown?<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h3">V.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little hands that did the mischief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You must do your best<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now to give the poor old dolly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Comfortable rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So we'll make the cradle ready,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we'll lay her down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we'll ask Papa to mend her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor Jemima Brown!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42">42</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="alices_supper">ALICE'S SUPPER.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Far down in the meadow the wheat grows green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the reapers are whetting their sickles so keen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is the song that I hear them sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While cheery and loud their voices ring:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"'Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it is for Alice's supper, ho! ho!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i049.jpg" width="466" height="268" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Far down in the valley the old mill stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the miller is rubbing his dusty white hands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And these are the words of the miller's lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he watches the millstones a-grinding away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"'Tis the finest flour that money can buy,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43">43</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And it is for Alice's supper, hi! hi!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i050a.jpg" width="463" height="268" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Maggie is kneading the soft white dough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is the song that she's singing to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While merry and busy she's working away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"'Tis the finest dough, by near or by far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it is for Alice's supper, ha! ha!"<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44">44</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i050b.jpg" width="446" height="292" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now to the nursery comes Nannie at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis a plate full of something all yellow and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she sings as she comes with her smile so bright:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"'Tis the best bread-and-butter I ever did see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it is for Alice's supper, he! he!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i051.jpg" width="468" height="297" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45">45</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="toddlekins">TODDLEKINS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset18">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Butterfly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flutter by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the summer air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roses bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet perfume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shedding everywhere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robins sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bluebells ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Greeting to my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When her sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring her toddling here.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pitapat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little fat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Funny baby toes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do not stumble,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or she'll tumble<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On her baby nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Closer cling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To your mother's side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair and fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother's joy and pride.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46">46</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="bobbily_boo_and_wollypotump">BOBBILY BOO AND WOLLYPOTUMP.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bobbily Boo, the king so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He used to drink the Mango tea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mango tea and coffee, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He drank them both till his nose turned blue.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wollypotump, the queen so high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She used to eat the Gumbo pie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gumbo pie and Gumbo cake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She ate them both till her teeth did break.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bobbily Boo and Wollypotump,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each called the other a greedy frump.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when these terrible words were said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They sat and cried till they both were dead.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="sleepyland">SLEEPYLAND.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baby's been in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the hills, over the hills.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby's been in Sleepyland<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rainy morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the cradle where she lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up she jumped and flew away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Sleepyland is bright and gay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every rainy morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47">47</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What did you see in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What did you see in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rainy morning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the sun that shone so twinkily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the grass that waved so crinkily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the brook that flowed so tinkily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lovely morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What did you hear in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the hills, over the hills?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What did you hear in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rainy morning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heard the winds that wooed so wooingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heard the doves that cooed so cooingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heard the cows that mooed so mooingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lovely morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What did you do in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What did you do in Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rainy morning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang a song with a blue canary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Danced a dance with a golden fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rode about on a cinnamon beary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lovely morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Would I could go to Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the hills, over the hills;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would I could go to Sleepyland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every rainy morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to Sleepyland, as I have been told,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No one may go after three years old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So poor old Mammy stays out in the cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every rainy morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48">48</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i055.jpg" width="459" height="675" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="little_brown_bobby">Little Brown Bobby.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Brown Bobby sat on the barn floor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Brown Bobby looked in at the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Brown Bobby   said "Lackaday!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who'll drive me this little brown bobby away?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Brown Bobby said "Shoo! shoo! shoo!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Brown Bobby said "Moo! moo! moo!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This frightened them so that both of them cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wished they were back at their Mammy's side!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49">49</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="phils_secret">PHIL'S SECRET.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I know a little girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I won't tell who!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her hair is of the gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her eyes are of the blue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her smile is of the sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her heart is of the true.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a pretty little girl!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I won't tell who.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I see her every day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I won't tell where!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It may be in the lane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the thorn-tree there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It may be in the garden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the rose-beds fair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a pretty little girl!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I won't tell where.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll marry her some day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I won't tell when!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The very smallest boys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make the very biggest men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I'm as tall as father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may ask about it then.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a pretty little girl!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I won't tell when.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50">50</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="a_song_for_hal">A SONG FOR HAL.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once I saw a little boat, and a pretty, pretty boat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When daybreak the hills was adorning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And into it I jumped, and away I did float,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So very, very early in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   And every little wave had its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And every little wave had its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">So very, very early in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the fishes were asleep in their caves cool and deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the ripple round my keel flashed a warning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the minnow to the skate, "We must certainly be late,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though I thought 'twas very early in the morning."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   For every little wave has its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For every little wave has its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">So very, very early in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lobster darkly green soon appeared upon the scene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pearly drops his claws were adorning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoth he, "May I be boiled, if I'll have my slumber spoiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So very, very early in the morning!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   For every little wave has its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For every little wave has its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">So very, very early in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51">51</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the sturgeon to the eel, "Just imagine how I feel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus roused without a syllable of warning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">People ought to let us know when a-sailing they would go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So very, very early in the morning."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   When every little wave has its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">When every little wave has its nightcap on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">So very, very early in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Just then up jumped the sun, and the fishes every one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For their laziness at once fell a-mourning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I stayed to hear no more, for my boat had reached the shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So very, very early in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   And every little wave took its nightcap off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap off.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And every little wave took its nightcap off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And courtesied to the sun in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_fairies">THE FAIRIES.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset22">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is it true, my mother?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can it really be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the little fairies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every day you see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the little fairies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wonderful and wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you really seen them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your own two eyes?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52">52</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell me where their home is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dearest mother mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it in the garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath the clustering vine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it in the meadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid the grasses tall?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it by the brookside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweetest place of all?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Deep within the woodland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall I find them then,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty little maidens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty little men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Curled among the roseleaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stretched along the fern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no wind can shake them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no sunbeams burn?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Does the little queen live<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a great red rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty elves to fan her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to sleep she goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coverlet of lilies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprinkled o'er with pearls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Golden stars a-twinkling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her golden curls?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do they paint the flowers?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do they teach the birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All their lovely music,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its strange, sweet words?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! but tell me, mother!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it really true?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when next you seek them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you take me too?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53">53</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">True it is, my darling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True as true can be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the little fairies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every day I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not within the meadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not in woodland gloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in brightest sunshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this very room.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Singing like the robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chirping like the wren,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty little maidens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty little men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaning o'er my shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swinging on my chair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the little fairies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I see them everywhere.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Peeping at the window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping at the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I bid them scamper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping all the more.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little sweetest voices<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughing merrily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the little fairies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They'll never let me be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tugging at my apron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twitching at my gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Climbing up into my lap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rumble-tumbling down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naughty little blue eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full of impish glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the little fairies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They'll never let me be!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54">54</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All are kings and queens, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every smallest one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on mother's knee here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is their regal throne.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look into the glass, dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One of them you'll see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the little fairies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God bless them all for me!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="the_queen_of_the_orkney_islands">THE QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's travelling over the sea:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's bringing a beautiful cuttlefish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To play with my baby and me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! his head is three miles long, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His tail is three miles short.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he goes out he wriggles his snout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a way that no cuttlefish ought.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She rides on a sea-green whale.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes her a mile, with an elegant smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At every flip of his tail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He can snuffle and snore like a Highlandman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And swear like a Portugee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He can amble and prance like a peer of France,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55">55</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And lie like a heathen Chinee.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56">56</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i062.jpg" width="578" height="687" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.</p>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She dresses in wonderful taste.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sea-serpent coils, all painted in oils,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Around her bee-yu-tiful waist.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! her gown is made of the green sea-kale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though she knows nothing of feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She can manage her train, with an air of disdain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a way that is perfectly sweet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's travelling over the main.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So we'll hire a hack, and we'll take her straight back<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her beautiful Islands again.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="babys_ways">BABY'S WAYS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Toddle, toddle, waddle, waddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On her little pinky toes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stumble, stumble, pitch and tumble,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's the way the baby goes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prattle, prattle, rattle, rattle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little shouts and little shrieks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tears, with laughter coming after,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's the way the baby speaks.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Playing, toying, still enjoying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every sweet that Nature gives.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smiling, weeping, waking, sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's the way the baby lives.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57">57</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i064.jpg" width="531" height="397" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="pot_and_kettle">POT AND KETTLE.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>To be read to little boys and girls who quarrel with each
+other.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oho! Oho!" said the pot to the kettle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"You're dirty and ugly and black!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure no one would think you were made of metal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except when you're given a crack."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Not so! not so!" kettle said to the pot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"'Tis your own dirty image you see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I am so clear, without blemish or blot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That your blackness is mirrored in me."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58">58</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="punkydoodle_and_jollapin">PUNKYDOODLE AND JOLLAPIN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How does the Emperor take his tea?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it with melons, he takes it with milk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it with syrup and sassafras silk.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it without, he takes it within.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How does the Cardinal take his tea?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it in Latin, he takes it in Greek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it just seventy times in the week.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it so strong that it makes him grin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How does the Admiral take his tea?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it with splices, he takes it with spars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it with jokers and jolly jack tars.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he stirs it round with a dolphin's fin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How does the President take his tea?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it in bed, he takes it in school,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it in Congress against the rule.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He takes it with brandy, and thinks it no sin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59">59</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i066.jpg" width="463" height="358" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="mrs_snipkin_and_mrs_wobblechin">MRS. SNIPKIN AND MRS. WOBBLECHIN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset38">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">With her little pipkin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat by the fireside a-warming of her toes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Fat Mrs. Wobblechin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">With her little doublechin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat by the window a-cooling of her nose.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Says this one to that one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">"Oh! you silly fat one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Will</i> you shut the window down? You're freezing me to death!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Says that one to t'other one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">"Good gracious, how you bother one!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There isn't air enough for me to draw my precious breath!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60">60</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Took her little pipkin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Threw it straight across the room as hard as she could throw;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Hit Mrs. Wobblechin<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">On her little doublechin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And out of the window a-tumble she did go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i067.jpg" width="244" height="292" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61">61</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="my_sunbeams">MY SUNBEAMS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, what shall we do for the Lovely<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This rainy, rainy day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! how shall we make the baby laugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When everything's dull and gray?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sun has gone on a picnic,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The moon has gone to bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tiresome sky does nothing but cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As if its best friend were dead.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come hither, come hither, my Sunbeams!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come one, and two, and three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now in a trice we'll have the room<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As sunny as sunny can be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, dimpling, dimpling Dumpling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, Rosy, Posy Rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, little boy Billy a-toddling round<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On little fat tottering toes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now twinkle, now twinkle, my Sunbeams!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now twinkle and laugh and dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brush me the gloom straight out of the room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor leave it the ghost of a chance.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Aha! see the Lovely smile now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Aha! see her jump and crow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As round and round, with laugh and dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My three merry Sunbeams go.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62">62</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And who cares now for the raindrops?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who cares for the gloomy day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When each little heart is doing its part<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To make us all glad and gay?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You moon, you may stay in bed now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You sun, you may wander and roam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cry away, cry, you tiresome sky!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We've plenty of sunshine at home!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="in_the_closet">IN THE CLOSET.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset22">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They've took away the ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Oh dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll never get it back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I fear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now they've gone away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And left me for to stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All alone the livelong day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In here.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was my ball, anyhow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Not his:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he never had a ball<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Like this.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a coward you'll not see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en if you should live to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old as Deuteronomy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">As he is.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63">63</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'm sure I meant no harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">None at all!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I just held out my hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For the ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And&mdash;somehow&mdash;it hit his head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then his nose it went and bled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as if I 'd killed him dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">He did bawl.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mother said I was a naughty<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Little wretch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Aunt Jane said the police<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">She would fetch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that nurse, who's always glad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a chance to make me mad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "indeed she never <i>had</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Seen sech!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No! I never, never <i>will</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Be good!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll go and be a babe<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In the wood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll run away to sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a pirate I will be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they'll never <i>dare</i> call me<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Rough and rude.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How hungry I am getting!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Let me see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wonder what they're going to have<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For tea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of course there will be jam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And&mdash;oh! that potted ham!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How unfortunate I am!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Dear me!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64">64</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! it's growing very dark<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that shadow in the corner<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Looks so queer!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Won't they bring me any light?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must I stay in here all night?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall surely die of fright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Oh dear!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mother, darling, will you <i>never</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Come back?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Oh! I'm sorry that I hit him</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>Such a crack!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark! yes, 'tis her voice I hear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now good-by to every fear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she's calling me her dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Little Jack!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="bed-time">BED-TIME.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many toes has the tootsey foot?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One, two, three, four, five.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut them all up in the little red sock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snugger than bees in a hive.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many fingers has little wee hand?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four, and a little wee thumb.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut them up under the bedclothes tight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For fear that Jack Frost should come.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many eyes has the Baby Bo?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two, so shining and bright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut them up under the little white lids.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kiss them a loving good-night.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65">65</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="bird-song">BIRD-SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sing we in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sending up to heaven's blue our happy waking song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Daily, gayly, our tiny home adorning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Working all so merrily the whole day long.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sing we in the noontide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half the day is over now, half our work is done;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neatly, featly, the moss and twigs are blended,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feather, flower, leaf, and stems, all added one by one.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sing we in the evening;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy day is past, past, happy night begun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wooing, cooing, we nestle 'mid the branches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sinking down to rest with the sinking of the sun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soft, soft, soft, soft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleep we through the still night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny head 'neath tiny wing comfortably curled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing, springing, with the breath of morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waking up once more to all the wonder of the world.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66">66</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="geographi">GEOGRAPHI.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i073.jpg" width="283" height="597" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">[<span class="smcap">Air</span>: <i>There was a maid in my countree.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a man in Manitob&aacute;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The only man that ever was thar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His name was Nicholas Jones McGee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he loved a maid in Mirimichi.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;Sing ha! ha! ha! for Manitob&aacute;!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing he! he! he! for Mirimichi!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And that's the lesson for you and me.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67">67</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i074a.jpg" width="282" height="404" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a man in New Mexico,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lost his grandmother out in the snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his heart was light, and his ways were free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So he bought him another in Santa F&eacute;.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;Sing ho! ho! ho! for New Mexico!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing he! he! he! for Santa F&eacute;!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And that's the lesson for you and me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a man in Austra-li-a,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sat and wept on the new-mown hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He jumped on the tail of a kangaroo.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rode till he came to Kalamazoo.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68">68</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i074b.jpg" width="298" height="294" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;Sing hey! hey! hey! for Austra-li-a!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing hoo! hoo! hoo! for Kalamazoo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And that's the lesson for me and you.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i075.jpg" width="271" height="282" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a man in Jiggerajum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He went to sea in a kettle-drum;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sailed away to the Salisbury Shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I never set eyes on that man any more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;Sing hum! hum! hum! for Jiggerajum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing haw! haw! haw! for the Salisbury Shore!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And that's the lesson the whole world o'er.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69">69</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="higgledy-piggledy">HIGGLEDY-PIGGLEDY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Higgledy-piggledy went to school,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking so nice and neat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clean little mittens on clean little hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clean little shoes on his feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jacket and trousers all nicely brushed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Collar and cuffs like snow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"See that you come home as neat to-night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Higgledy-piggledy oh!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Higgledy-piggledy came from school,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In such a woful plight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the people he met on the road<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ran screaming away with fright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One shoe gone for ever and aye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T'other one stiff with mud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dirt-spattered jacket half torn from his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mittens both lost in the wood.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Higgledy-piggledy stayed in bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All a long, pleasant day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While his father fished for his other boot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the roadside mud and clay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All day long his mother must mend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wash and iron and sew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before she can make him fit to be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Higgledy-piggledy oh!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70">70</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="belinda_blonde">BELINDA BLONDE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Belinda Blonde was a beautiful doll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With rosy-red cheeks and a flaxen poll.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lips were red, and her eyes were blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to say she was happy would not be true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she pined for love of the great big Jack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lived in the Box so grim and black.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She never had looked on the Jack his face;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But she fancied it shining with beauty and grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the day long she would murmur and pout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because Jack-in-the-box would never come out.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh, beautiful, beautiful Jack-in-the-box,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Undo your bolts and undo your locks!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cupboard is shut, and there's no one about:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! Jack-in-the-box, jump out! jump out!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But alas! alas! for Belinda Blonde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And alas! alas! for her dreamings fond.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There soon was an end to all her doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jack-in-the-box really <i>did</i> jump out,&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out with a crash and out with a spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half black and half scarlet, a horrible thing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out with a yell and a shriek and a shout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His great goggle-eyes glaring wildly about.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71">71</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And what did Belinda do?" you say.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! before she could get out of the way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The monster struck her full on the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with pain and with terror she fell down dead.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<p class="h4">MORAL.</p>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now all you dolls, both little and big,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With china crown and with curling wig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before you give way to affection fond,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remember the fate of Belinda Blonde!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And unless you're fond of terrible knocks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Don't</i> set your heart on a Jack-in-the-box!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="tommys_dream_or_the_geography_demon">TOMMY'S DREAM; OR, THE GEOGRAPHY DEMON.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I hate my geography lesson!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's nothing but nonsense and names.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bother me so every Thursday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think it's the greatest of shames.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The brooklets flow into the rivers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rivers flow into the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my part, I hope they enjoy it!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what does it matter to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of late even more I've disliked it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More thoroughly odious it seems,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever since that sad night of last winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I had that most frightful of dreams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd studied two hours that evening,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On mountains and rivers and lakes;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72">72</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I'd promised to go down to Grandpa's,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For one of Aunt Susan's plum-cakes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sent me one, though, and I ate it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the stairs, before going to bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And those stupid old mountains and rivers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were dancing all night through my head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dreamed that a horrible monster<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came suddenly into my room,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A frightful Geography Demon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enveloped in darkness and gloom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His body and head like a mountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A volcano on top for hat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His arms and his legs were like rivers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a brook round his neck for cravat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He laid on my trembling shoulder<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His fingers cold, clammy, and long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rolling his red eyes upon me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He roared out this horrible song:&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come! come! rise and come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away to the banks of the Muskingum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It rolls o'er the plains of Timbuctoo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the Peak of Teneriffe just in view;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the cataracts leap in the pale moonshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they dance o'er the cliffs of Brandywine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Flee! flee! rise and flee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away to the banks of the Tombigbee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll pass by Alaska's flowery strand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the emerald towers of Pekin stand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll pass it by, and we'll rest awhile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On Michillimackinack's tropic isle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the apes of Barbary frisk around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the parrots crow with a lovely sound.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73">73</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hie! hie! rise and hie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away to the banks of the Yang-tse-kai!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There the giant mountains of Oshkosh stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the icebergs gleam through the shifting sand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the elephant sits in the palm-tree high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the cannibal feasts upon bad-boy pie.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Go! go! rise and go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away to the banks of the Hoang-ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There the Chickasaw sachem is making his tea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the kettle boils and waits for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll smite thee, ho! and I'll lay thee low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the beautiful banks of the Hoang-ho!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These terrible words were still sounding<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like trumpets and drums through my head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the monster clutched tighter my shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dragged me half out of the bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In terror I clung to the bedpost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the faithless bedpost broke;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I screamed out aloud in my anguish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And suddenly&mdash;well&mdash;I awoke!!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No monster&mdash;no music&mdash;all silence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save mother's soft accents so mild:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No, Father, you need not be anxious!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know now what troubles the child.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll give him a little hot ginger<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As soon as he's fairly awake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His frightful Geography Demon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is just his Aunt Susan's plum-cake!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74">74</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="pollys_year">POLLY'S YEAR.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4 smcap">January 1.</p>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come sit on my knee and tell me here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Polly, my dear, Polly, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What do you mean to do this year?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I mean to be good the whole year long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never do anything careless or wrong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I mean to learn all my lessons right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And do my sums, if I sit up all night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I mean to keep all my frocks so clean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nurse never will say I'm "not fit to be seen."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I mean not to break even one of my toys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I never, oh! <i>never</i> will make any noise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In short, Uncle Ned, as you'll very soon see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The best little girl in the world I shall be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<p class="h4 smcap">December 31.</p>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come sit on my knee and let me hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Polly, my dear, Polly, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you have done in the course of the year.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh dear! Uncle Ned, oh dear! and oh dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm afraid it has <i>not</i> been a very good year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For somehow my sums <i>would</i> come out wrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And somehow my frocks wouldn't stay clean long.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And somehow I've often been dreadfully cross,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And somehow I broke my new rocking-horse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And somehow Nurse says I have made such a noise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I might just as well have been one of the boys.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In short, Uncle Ned, I very much fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You must wait for my goodness another year.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75">75</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="what_the_robins_sing_in_the_morning">WHAT THE ROBINS SING IN THE MORNING.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wake! wake! children, wake!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we're singing for your sake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chirrup! chirrup! chirrup! chee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet a song as sweet can be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rise! rise! children, rise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shake the poppies from your eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet! sweet! chirrup! tweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Morning blossoms at your feet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Song and sweetness, dawn and dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All are waiting now for you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wake! wake! children, wake!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we're singing for your sake.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_eve_of_the_glorious_fourth">THE EVE OF THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset38">
+
+<p class="h4">I.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They vowed, every one, they'd have glorious fun<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the glorious Fourth of July.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They spent all their money on trumpets and drums,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On fish-horns and pistols and guns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On elephant crackers (which they pronounced "whackers"),<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On toffee, torpedoes, and buns.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76">76</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">II.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said with delight, "We will sit up all night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To make ready for Fourth of July.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will beat on our drums till the constable comes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And then we will hasten away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will toot the gay horn till the coming of morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The morn of the glorious day."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">III</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They made such a noise that the other small boys<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With envy were ready to die.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They made such a din that the neighbors within<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With fury were ready to choke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With rage at the drumming and strumming and humming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The pistols and powder and smoke.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">IV.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They thought 'twould be best for a moment to rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And their toffee and buns for to try.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the steps of a house they began to carouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And they shouted and shrieked in their glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they fired their guns and devoured their buns<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In a manner both frolic and free.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77">77</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">V.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! nothing they saw of the opening door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nothing knew of the peril so nigh.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A horrid great man with a watering-can<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Was standing behind them so still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And suddenly down on each curly crown<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Its contents he poured with a will.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">VI.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With squeaks and with squeals did they take to their heels,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">While their enemy after did fly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he beat them with sticks, and he kicked them with kicks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And he thumped on their heads with the can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And half-way up the street he pursued them so fleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Still thumping their heads as he ran.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">VII.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Philip and Peter and Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said, every one, that it wasn't much fun<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Getting ready for Fourth of July.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They crept to their beds and they laid down their heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And they slept till the sun was on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they awaked, so sorely they ached,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That they just could do nothing but cry.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78">78</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_dandy_cat">THE DANDY CAT.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Tabby de Sly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His mistress remarked one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm tormented, my cat, both by mouse and by rat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come rid me of them, I pray!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For though you're a cat of renowned descent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And your kittenhood's long been gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet never a trace of the blood of your race<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In battle or siege you've shown."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Tabby de Sly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arose from his downy bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He washed himself o'er, from his knightly paw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the top of his knightly head.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he curled his whiskers, and combed his hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And put on his perfumed gloves;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his sword he girt on, which had never been drawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save to dazzle the eyes of his loves.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when he had cast one admiring glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the looking-glass tall and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the pantry he passed; but he stood aghast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For lo! the pantry was bare!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The pickles, the cookies, the pies were gone!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And naught remained on the shelf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save the bone of a ham, which lay cold and calm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ghost of its former self.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79">79</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin stood sore dismayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he looked for the mice and rats.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they, every one, had been long since gone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far, far from the reach of cats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For while he was donning his satin pelisse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his ribbons and laces gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They had finished their feast, without hurry the least,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And had tranquilly trotted away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mistress of Green-eyes Grimalkin de Sly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A woman full stern was she.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She came to the door, and she rated him sore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the state of the case she did see.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She grasped him, spite of his knightly blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the tip of his knightly tail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His adornments she stripped, and his body she dipped<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three times in the water-pail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She plunged him thrice 'neath the icy flood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then turned him out-doors to dry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And terror and cold on his feelings so told,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he really was like to die.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now in this world 'twould be hard to find,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although you looked low and high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A cat who cares less for the beauties of dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Sly.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80">80</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i087.jpg" width="517" height="300" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="a_party">A PARTY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On Willy's birthday, as you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These little boys have come to tea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, oh! how very sad to tell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have not been behaving well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For ere they took a single bite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They all began to scold and fight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little boy whose name was Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wanted jelly on his bread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little boy whose name was Sam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He vowed he would have damson jam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little boy whose name was Phil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "I'll have honey! <i>Yes</i>&mdash;I&mdash;WILL!!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">BUT&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little boy whose name was Paul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While they were quarrelling, ate it all.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81">81</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="jumbo_jee">JUMBO JEE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There were some kings, in number three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who built the tower of Jumbo Jee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They built it up to a monstrous height,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They built it up for forty miles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mutual bows and pleasing smiles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then they sat on the edge to rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And partook of lunch with a cheerful zest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And first they ate of the porkly pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wondered why they had built so high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And next they drank of the ginger wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which gave their noses a regal shine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They drank to the health of Jumbo Jee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they could neither hear nor see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They drank to the health of Jumbo Land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they could neither walk nor stand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They drank to the health of Jumbo Tower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they really could drink no more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then they sank in a blissful swoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flung their crowns at the rising moon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82">82</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="an_indian_ballad">AN INDIAN BALLAD.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whopsy Whittlesey Whanko Whee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Howly old, growly old Indian he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lived on the hills of the Mungo-Paws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all his pappooses and all his squaws.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was Pecksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the fairest of all was Michiky Moo.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Michiky Moo, the Savory Tart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pride of Whittlesey Whanko's heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Michiky Moo, the Cherokee Pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apple of Whittlesey Whanko's eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whittlesey Whanko loved her so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the other squaws did with envy glow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each said to the other, "Now, what shall we do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We'll lure her away to the mountain top,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there her head we will neatly chop."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We'll wile her away to the forest's heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shoot her down with a poisoned dart."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We'll lead her away to the river-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there she shall be the Manito's bride."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! one of these things we will surely do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we'll spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Michiky Moo, thou Cherokee Pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away with me to the mountain high!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay, my sister, I will not roam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm safer and happier here at home."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Michiky Moo, thou Savory Tart,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83">83</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Away with me to the forest's heart!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay! my sister, I will not go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I fear the dart of some hidden foe."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Michiky Moo, old Whittlesey's pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away with me to the river-side!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay! my sister, for fear I fall!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wouldst thou come if thou heardst me call?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now choose thee, choose thee thy way of death!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For soon thou shalt draw thy latest breath!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We all have sworn that this day we'll see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last, proud Michiky Moo, of thee!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whittlesey Whanko, hidden near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each and all of these words did hear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He summoned his braves, all painted for war,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gave them in charge each guilty squaw:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Take Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take Peeksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leave me alone with my Michiky Moo.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This one away to the mountain top,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there her head ye shall neatly chop;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This one away to the forest's heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shoot her down with a poisoned dart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This one away to the river-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there she shall be the Manito's bride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away with them all, the woodlands through!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'll have no squaw save Michiky Moo."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away went the braves, without question or pause,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they soon put an end to the guilty squaws.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They pleasantly smiled when the deed was done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying, "Ping-ko-chanky! oh! isn't it fun!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then they all danced the Buffalo dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And capered about with ambiguous prance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While they drank to the health of the lovers so true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bold Whittlesey Whanko and Michiky Moo.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84">84</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_egg">THE EGG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A nice little new-laid egg?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My grandmamma told me to run to the barn-yard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see if just one I could beg.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Moolly-cow, Moolly-cow, down in the meadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you any eggs, I pray?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Moolly-cow stares as if I were crazy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And solemnly stalks away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh! Doggie, Doggie, perhaps you may have it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That nice little egg for me."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Doggie just wags his tail and capers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never an egg has he.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, Dobbin, Dobbin, I'm sure you must have one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hid down in your manger there."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Dobbin lays back his ears and whinnies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With "Come and look, if you dare!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Piggywig, Piggywig, grunting and squealing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you crying 'Fresh eggs for sale'?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No! Piggy, you're very cold and unfeeling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With that impudent quirk in your tail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You wise old Gobbler, you look so knowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm sure you can find me an egg.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You stupid old thing! just to say 'Gobble-gobble!'<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85">85</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And balance yourself on one leg."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That little white egg so small?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've asked every animal here in the barn-yard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they won't give me any at all.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But after I'd hunted until I was tired,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I found&mdash;not one egg, but ten!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you <i>never</i> could guess where they all were hidden,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right under our old speckled hen!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="wouldnt">WOULDN'T.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> have on her naughty bib!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> get into her naughty crib!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> do this, and she <i>wouldn't</i> do that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she <i>would</i> put her foot in her Sunday hat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> look over her picture-book!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> run out to help the cook!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> be petted or coaxed or teased,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she <i>would</i> do <i>exactly whatever</i> she pleased.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> have naughty rice to eat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> be gentle and good and sweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She <i>wouldn't</i> give me one single kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pray what could we do with a girl like this?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We tickled her up, and we tickled her down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From her toddling toes to her curling crown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we kissed her and tossed her, until she was fain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To promise she wouldn't say "wouldn't" again.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86">86</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="will-o-the-wisp">WILL-O'-THE-WISP.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Will-o'-the-wisp! Will-o'-the-wisp!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Show me your lantern true!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the meadow and over the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gladly I'll follow you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never I'll murmur nor ask to rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ever I'll be your friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you'll only give me the pot of gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lies at your journey's end."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Will-o'-the-wisp, Will-o'-the-wisp,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lighted his lantern true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the meadow and over the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away and away he flew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And away and away went the poor little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Trudging along so bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thinking of naught but the journey's end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wonderful pot of gold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Will-o'-the-wisp, Will-o'-the-wisp,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flew down to a lonely swamp;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He put out his lantern and vanished away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the evening chill and damp.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the poor little boy went shivering home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wet and tired and cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had come, alas! to his journey's end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But where was the pot of gold?<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87">87</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="nonsense_verses">NONSENSE VERSES.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<p class="h4">I.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Nicholas Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">He lost his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And put a turnip on instead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">But then, ah me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">He could not see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So he thought it was night, and he went to bed.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">II.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Ponsonby Perks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">He fought with Turks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Performing many wonderful works;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">He killed over forty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">High-minded and haughty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cut off their heads with smiles and smirks.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">III.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Winifred White,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">She married a fright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She called him her darling, her duck, and delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">The back of his head<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Was so lovely, she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It dazzled her soul and enraptured her sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88">88</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">IV.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Harriet Hutch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Her conduct was such,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her uncle remarked it would conquer the Dutch:<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">She boiled her new bonnet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And breakfasted on it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rode to the moon on her grandmother's crutch.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="an_old_rats_tale">AN OLD RAT'S TALE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He was a rat, and she was a rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down in one hole they did dwell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each was as black as your Sunday hat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they loved one another well.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had a tail, and she had a tail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both long and curling and fine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each said, "My love's is the finest tail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the world, excepting mine!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they both pronounced it good;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And both remarked it would greatly add<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the charms of their daily food.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So he ventured out and she ventured out;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I saw them go with pain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what them befell I never can tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they never came back again.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89">89</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="to_the_little_girl_who_wriggles">TO THE LITTLE GIRL WHO WRIGGLES.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset40">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Don't wriggle about any more, my dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm sure all your joints must be sore, my dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's wriggle and jiggle, it's twist and it's wiggle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like an eel on a shingly shore, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like an eel on a shingly shore.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! how do you think you would feel, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you should turn into an eel, my dear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With never an arm to protect you from harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no sign of a toe or a heel, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No sign of a toe or a heel?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And what do you think you would do, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far down in the water so blue, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the prawns and the shrimps, with their curls and their crimps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would turn up their noses at you, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would turn up their noses at you?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The crab he would give you a nip, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the lobster would lend you a clip, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And perhaps if a shark should come by in the dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down his throat you might happen to slip, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down his throat you might happen to slip.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then try to sit still on your chair, my dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To your parents 'tis no more than fair, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we really don't feel like inviting an eel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our board and our lodging to share, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our board and our lodging to share.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90">90</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i097.jpg" width="522" height="376" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_forty_little_ducklings">The Forty Little Ducklings.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>A story with a certain amount of truth in it.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset40">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The forty little ducklings who lived up at the farm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said unto each other, "Oh! the day is very warm!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said unto each other, "Oh! the river's very cool!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The duck who did not seek it now would surely be a fool."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The forty little ducklings, they started down the road;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And waddle, waddle, waddle, was the gait at which they goed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The same it is not grammar,&mdash;you may change it if you choose,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one cannot stop for trifles when inspired by the Muse.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They waddled and they waddled and they waddled on and on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till one remarked, "Oh! deary me, where is the river gone?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We asked the Ancient Gander, and he said 'twas very near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He must have been deceiving us, or else himself, I fear."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91">91</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They waddled and they waddled, till no further they could go:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then down upon a mossy bank they sat them in a row.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They took their little handkerchiefs and wept a little weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then they put away their heads, and then they went to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There came along a farmer, with a basket on his arm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all those little duckylings he took back to the farm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He put them in their little beds, and wished them sweet repose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fastened mustard plasters on their little webby toes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next day these little ducklings, they were very very ill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their mother sent for Doctor Quack, who gave them each a pill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But soon as they recovered, the first thing that they did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was to peck the Ancient Gander, till he ran away and hid.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i098.jpg" width="524" height="169" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92">92</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_mouse">THE MOUSE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'm only a poor little mouse, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I live in the wall of your house, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a fragment of cheese,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a <i>very few</i> peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was having a little carouse, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No mischief at all I intend, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hope you will act as my friend, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If my life you should take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many hearts it would break,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the mischief would be without end, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My wife lives in there, in the crack, Ma'am,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's waiting for me to come back, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She hoped I might find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bit of a rind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the children their dinner do lack, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis hard living there in the wall, Ma'am,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For plaster and mortar <i>will</i> pall, Ma'am,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the minds of the young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when specially hung&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ry, upon their poor father they'll fall, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I never was given to strife, Ma'am,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Don't look at that terrible knife, Ma'am!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The noise overhead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That disturbs you in bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis the rats, I will venture my life, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93">93</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In your eyes I see mercy, I'm sure, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, there's no need to open the door, Ma'am.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll slip through the crack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll never come back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! I'll <i>never</i> come back any more, Ma'am!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="a_valentine">A VALENTINE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, little loveliest lady mine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What shall I send for your valentine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Summer and flowers are far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gloomy old Winter is king to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What shall I do for a valentine?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prithee, Saint Valentine, tell me here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why do you come at this time o' year?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plenty of days when lilies are white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plenty of days when sunbeams are bright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now, when everything's dark and drear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why do you come, Saint Valentine dear?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I've searched the gardens all through and through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a bud to tell of my love so true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But buds are asleep, and blossoms are dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the snow beats down on my poor little head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, little loveliest lady mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is my heart for your valentine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94">94</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="jamie_in_the_garden">JAMIE IN THE GARDEN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How is a little boy to know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About these berries all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ripen all the summer through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From spring-time until fall?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I must not eat them till they're ripe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know that very well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But each kind ripens differently,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So how am I to tell?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though strawberries and raspberries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When ripe, are glowing red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red blackberries I must not touch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mamma has lately said.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And though no one of these is fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To touch when it is green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ripe gooseberries, as green as grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At Grandpapa's I've seen.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And peas are green when they are ripe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some kinds of apples too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they're not berries; neither are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These currants, it is true.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These currants, now! why, some are red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some are brilliant green.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Don't eat unripe ones!" said Mamma.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But which ones did she mean?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95">95</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To disobey her would be wrong.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To leave them I am loath.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I really <i>can't</i> find out, unless&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless I eat them both!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="author">[<i>He eats them both.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="somebodys_boy_not_mine">SOMEBODY'S BOY (NOT MINE).</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he was up he cried to get down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he was in he cried to get out;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no little boy in Boston town<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was ever so ready to fret and pout.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Poutsy, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And fretsy, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spend the whole day in a petsy, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what shall we do to this bad little man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But scold him as hard as we possibly can!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he was cold he cried to be warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he was warm he cried to be cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the morning 'twas scold and storm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the evening 'twas storm and scold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Stormy, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And scoldy, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never do what he was toldy, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what shall we do to this bad little man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But scold him as hard as we possibly can!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96">96</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i103.jpg" width="492" height="524" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="bogy">BOGY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His eyes are green and his nose is brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His feet go up and his head goes down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so he goes galloping through the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The king of the Hobbledygoblins.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His heels stick out and his toes stick in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wears his mustaches upon his chin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he glares about with a horrible grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The king of the Hobbledygoblins.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97">97</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No naughty boys can escape his eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He clutches them, 'spite of their tears and sighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And away at a terrible pace he hies<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To his castle of Killemaneetem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There he shuts them up under lock and key,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And feeds them on blacking and grasshopper tea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if ever they try to get out, you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Why, this is the way he'll treat 'em.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>Here Mamma may toss the little boy up in the air, or shake
+him, or tickle his little chin, whichever he likes best.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, Johnny and Tommy, you'd better look out!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All day you've done nothing but quarrel and pout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nobody knows what it's all about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But it gives me a great deal of pain, dears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, Johnny and Tommy, be good, I pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the king will be after you some fine day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And off to his castle he'll whisk you away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And we never shall see you again, dears!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_mermaidens">THE MERMAIDENS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little white mermaidens live in the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a palace of silver and gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their neat little tails are all covered with scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most beautiful for to behold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On wild white horses they ride, they ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in chairs of pink coral they sit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They swim all the night, with a smile of delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never feel tired a bit.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98">98</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i105.jpg" width="544" height="404" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2 id="the_phrisky_phrog">The Phrisky Phrog</h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now list, oh! list to the piteous tale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the Phrisky Phrog and the Sylvan Snayle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of their lives and their loves, their joys and their woes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all about them that any one knows.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Phrog lived down in a grewsome bog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Snayle in a hole in the end of a log;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they loved each other so fond and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They didn't know what in the world to do.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For the Snayle declared 'twas too cold and damp<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a lady to live in a grewsome swamp;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While her lover replied, that a hole in a log<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was no possible place for a Phrisky Phrog.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99">99</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come down! come down, my beautiful Snayle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your helegant horns and your tremulous tail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come down to my bower in the blossomy bog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be happy with me," said the Phrisky Phrog.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come up, come up, to my home so sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where there's plenty to drink, and the same to eat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come up where the cabbages bloom in the vale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be happy with me," said the Sylvan Snayle.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But he wouldn't come, and she wouldn't go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so they could never be married, you know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though they loved each other so fond and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They didn't know what in the world to do.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i106.jpg" width="524" height="146" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100">100</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_ambitious_chicken">THE AMBITIOUS CHICKEN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was an Easter chicken<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So blithesome and so gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He peeped from out his plaster shell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All on an Easter Day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His wings were made of yellow down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His eyes were made of beads;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He seemed, in very sooth, to have<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All that a chicken needs.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He winked and blinked and peeped about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to himself he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"When first a chicken leaves the shell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of course he must be fed.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And though I may be young in years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And this my natal morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm quite, <i>quite</i> old enough to know<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where people keep the corn."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He winked and blinked and peeped about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till in a corner sly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He saw a heap of golden corn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Piled on a platter high.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, this is well!" the chicken cried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Now, this is well, in sooth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This corn shall nourish and sustain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My faint and tender youth.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101">101</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And I shall grow and grow apace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And come to high estate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mighty feathers in my tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And combs upon my pate.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To see my beauty and my grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The feathered race will flock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all will bow them low before<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The mighty Easter Cock."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As thus the chicken proudly spake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stooped to snatch the prize,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His head fell off, and rolled away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before his very eyes!!!!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It rolled into the dish of corn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A sad and sombre sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While still upon its plaster legs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His body stood upright.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And little Mary, when she came<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With shining "popper" bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To pop the corn, and make the balls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which were her heart's delight,<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gazed at the dish with wide blue eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And "Oh! Mamma!" she said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"One piece has gone and <i>popped itself</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into a chicken's head!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102">102</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_boy_and_the_brook">THE BOY AND THE BROOK.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the boy to the brook that was rippling away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, little brook, pretty brook, will you not stay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, stay with me, play with me, all the day long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sing in my ears your sweet murmuring song."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the brook to the boy as it hurried away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And is't for my music you ask me to stay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was silent until from the hillside I gushed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should I pause for an instant, my song would be hushed."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the boy to the wind that was fluttering past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, little wind, pretty wind, whither so fast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, stay with me, play with me, fan my hot brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ever breathe softly and gently as now."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the wind to the boy as it hurried away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And is't for my coolness you ask me to stay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis only in flying you feel my cool breath;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should I pause for an instant, that instant were death."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the boy to the day that was hurrying by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, little day, pretty day, why must you fly?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, stay with me, play with me, just as you are;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let no shadow of evening your noon-brightness mar."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the day to the boy as it hurried away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And is't for my brightness you ask me to stay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know, the jewel of day would no longer seem bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it were not clasped round by the setting of night."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103">103</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i110.jpg" width="524" height="585" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_shark">THE SHARK.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! blithe and merrily sang the shark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he sat on the house-top high:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A-cleaning his boots, and smoking cheroots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a single glass in his eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104">104</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With Martin and Day he polished away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a smile on his face did glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As merry and bold the chorus he trolled<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of "Gobble-em-upsky ho!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He sang so loud, he astonished the crowd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which gathered from far and near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they said, "Such a sound, in the country round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We never, no, never did hear."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He sang of the ships that he'd eaten like chips<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the palmy days of his youth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he added, "If you don't believe it is true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pray examine my wisdom tooth!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He sang of the whales who'd have given their tails<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a glance of his raven eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the swordfish, too, who their weapons all drew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And swor'd for his sake they'd die.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he sang about wrecks and hurricane decks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the mariner's perils and pains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till every man's blood up on end it stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And their hair ran cold in their veins.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But blithe as a lark the merry old shark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He sat on the sloping roof.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though he said, "It is queer that no one draws near<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To examine my wisdom toof!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he carolled away, by night and by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until he made every one ill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll wager a crown that unless he's come down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He is probably carolling still.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105">105</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_easter_hen">THE EASTER HEN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! children, have you ever seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The little Easter Hen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who comes to lay her pretty eggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then runs away again?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She only comes on Easter Day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when that day is o'er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till next year brings it round again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You will not see her more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her eggs are not like common eggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But all of colors bright:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue, purple, red, with spots and stripes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And scarcely one that's white.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She lays them in no special place,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On this side, now on that.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And last year, only think! she laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One right in Johnny's hat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But naughty boys and girls get none:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So, children, don't forget!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be as good as good can be&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is not Easter yet!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106">106</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="pump_and_planet">PUMP AND PLANET.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With a hop, skip, and jump,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We went to the pump,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fill our kettles with starch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He gave us good day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the pleasantest way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a smile that was winning and arch.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh, Pump," said I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"When you look up on high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To flirt with the morning star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does it make you sad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! Pumpy, my lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To think she's away so far?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the Pump, "Oh no!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we've settled it so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That but little my feelings are tried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For every clear night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She slides down the moonlight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shines in the trough at my side."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107">107</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i114.jpg" width="548" height="670" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">PUMP AND PLANET.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108">108</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_postman">THE POSTMAN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset20">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey! the little postman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his little dog.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here he comes a-hopping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a little frog;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bringing me a letter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bringing me a note,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the little pocket<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of his little coat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey! the little postman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his little bag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here he comes a-trotting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a little nag;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bringing me a paper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bringing me a bill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the little grocer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the little hill.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey! the little postman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his little hat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here he comes a-creeping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a little cat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is that he's saying?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Naught for you to-day!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horrid little postman!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wish you'd go away!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109">109</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="hopsy_upsy">HOPSY UPSY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hopsy upsy, Baby oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into your bath you now must go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Splash and dash, and paddle and plash,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's what you like, my Baby oh!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where is the sponge for Baby oh?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See the silvery fountains flow,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Diamond drops so bright and clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falling all over my Baby dear.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now for the soap, my Baby oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watch the bubbles that come and go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rainbow isles in a sea of foam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reflecting your smiles, they go and come.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here is the towel for Baby oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cannot stay in all day, you know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now scrub and rub, and rub and scrub,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so good-by to the beautiful tub.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now for the shirt, my Baby oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft and warm, and as white as snow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Puffy white petticoats, fluffy white gown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, what a great ball of thistle-down!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Last come the curls, my Baby oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft as silver they fall and flow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now toss him up and carry him down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bonniest Baby in Boston town!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110">110</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="little_black_monkey">LITTLE BLACK MONKEY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little black Monkey sat up in a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little black Monkey he grinned at me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He put out his paw for a cocoanut,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he dropped it down on my occiput.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i117.jpg" width="500" height="341" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The occiput is a part, you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the head which does on my shoulders grow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it's very unpleasant to have it hit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Especially when there's no hair on it.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111">111</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I took up my gun, and I said, "Now, why,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little black Monkey, should you not die?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll hit you soon in a vital part!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It may be your head, or it may be your heart."<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112">112</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i118.jpg" width="471" height="578" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I steadied my gun, and I aimed it true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The trigger it snapped and the bullet it flew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But just where it went to I cannot tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I never <i>could</i> find where that bullet fell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little black Monkey still sat in the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And placidly, wickedly grinned at me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I took up my gun and I walked away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And postponed his death till another day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="jippy_and_jimmy">JIPPY AND JIMMY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jippy and Jimmy were two little dogs.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went to sail on some floating logs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The logs rolled over, the dogs rolled in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they got very wet, for their clothes were thin.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jippy and Jimmy crept out again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said, "The river is full of rain!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said, "The water is far from dry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ki-hi! ki-hi! ki-<i>hi</i>-yi! ki-hi!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jippy and Jimmy went shivering home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said, "On the river no more we'll roam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we won't go to sail until we learn how,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-<i>wow</i>-wow! bow-wow!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113">113</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="master_jacks_song">MASTER JACK'S SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>Written after spending the Christmas Holidays at
+Grandmamma's.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset38">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You may talk about your groves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where you wander with your loves.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may talk about your moonlit waves that fall and flow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Something fairer far than these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I can show you, if you please.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The fairest spot to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the land or on the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There the golden peaches shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In their syrup clear and fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the raspberries are blushing with a dusky glow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the cherry and the plum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seem to beckon you to come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The fairest spot to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the land or on the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114">114</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There the sprightly pickles stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the catsup close at hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the marmalades and jellies in a goodly row.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the quinces' ruddy fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would an anchorite inspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To seek the little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The fairest spot to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the land or on the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never tell me of your bowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That are full of bugs and flowers!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never tell me of your meadows where the breezes blow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sing me, if you will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the house beneath the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the darling little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>   Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jam-pots grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The fairest spot to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the land or on the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115">115</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="mother_rosebush">MOTHER ROSEBUSH.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There are roses that grow on a vine, on a vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There are roses that grow on a stalk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">But my little Rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Grows on ten little toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I'll take my Rose out for a walk.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come out in the garden, Rosy Posy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come visit your cousins, child, with me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you are my daughter, it stands to reason<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your own Mother Rosebush I must be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, here is your cousin Damask, Rosy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, Rosy, here is your cousin Blush;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">General Jacqueminot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">(Your uncle, you know,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Salutes you hero with his crimson flush.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's Gloire de Dijon, a splendid fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All creamy and dreamy and soft and sweet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Cloth-of-Gold, with his coat of yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is dropping rose-nobles here at your feet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Baltimore Belle, my Queen of the Prairie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, why are your ladyships looking so cross?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lord Butterfly, see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And Sir Honey de Bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have deserted them both for your sweet cousin Moss.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All! Mar&eacute;chal Niel, I am glad to observe, sir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You train up your buds in the way they should go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All buttoned up close; while careless Niphetos<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lets her children go fluttering to and fro.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116">116</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You whitest beauty, what is your name, now?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Snow Queen?" Ay, and it suits you well!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And yonder, I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Is my friend Cherokee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who will not stop climbing, his name to tell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hero and there are blushing and blowing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crimson and yellow and white and pink;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pale or angry, gleaming or glowing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The whole world's turning to roses, I think.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! fair is the rose on the vine, on the vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sweet is the rose on the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">But there's only one Rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That has ten little toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she is the Rose for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, put on your calyx, Rosy Posy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put on your calyx and come with me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if you are my daughter, it stands to reason,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your own Mother Rosebush I must be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_five_little_princesses">THE FIVE LITTLE PRINCESSES.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Five little princesses started off to school,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Following their noses, because it was the rule;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one nose turned up, and another nose turned down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So all these little princesses were lost in the town.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Poor little princesses cannot find their way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naughty little noses, to lead them astray!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor little princesses, sadly they roam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naughty little noses, pray lead them home!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117">117</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_hornet_and_the_bee">THE HORNET AND THE BEE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the hornet to the bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Pray you, will you marry me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you be my little wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to love me all my life?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall have a velvet cloak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a bonnet with a poke.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall sit upon a chair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a cabbage in your hair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall ride upon a horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you fancy such a course.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall feed on venison pasty<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a manner trig and tasty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devilled bones and apple-cores,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you like them, shall be yours.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall drink both rum and wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you only will be mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray you, will you marry me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the hornet to the bee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the bee unto the hornet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Your proposal, sir, I scorn it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marry one devoid of money,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who can't make a drop of honey?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cannot even play the fiddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And is pinched up in the middle?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, my love is set more high.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118">118</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cockychafer's bride am I.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cockychafer whirring loud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frisking free and prancing proud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cockychafer blithe and gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He hath stole my heart away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him alone I mean to marry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So no longer you need tarry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not another moment stay!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cockychafer comes this way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your proposal, sir, I scorn it!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the bee unto the hornet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So the cockychafer came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took the bee to be his dame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took the bee to be his wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to love her all his life.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wedding dress of goblin green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hat and feathers for a queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worsted mittens on her feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus her toilet was complete.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then when it was time to dine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cockychafer brought her wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roasted mouse and bunny-fish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Porridge in a silver dish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lobster-claws and scalloped beast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was not that a lovely feast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when it was time to sup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cockychafer ate her up.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus concludes the history<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the hornet and the bee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119">119</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_three_little_chickens_who_went_out_to_tea_and_the_elephant">THE THREE LITTLE CHICKENS WHO WENT OUT TO TEA, AND THE ELEPHANT.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little chickens, one, two, three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went out to take their tea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brisk and gay as gay could be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feathers brushed all smooth and neat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yellow stockings on their feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tails and tuftings all complete,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Very seldom," said the three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Like of us the world can see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beautiful exceedingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such our form and such our face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such our Cochin China grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We must win in beauty's race,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Met an elephant large and wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked at them with both his eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caused these chickens great surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Why," they said, "do you suppose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Elephant doesn't look out of his nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So very conveniently it grows?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120">120</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Elephant with nose so long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing on now a lovely song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As we gayly trip along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing of us and sing of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing of corn and barley too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beauteous beast with eyes of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i127.jpg" width="266" height="324" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Elephant sang so loud and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chickens fell before his feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his love they did entreat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Well-a-day! and woe is me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would we all might elephants be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he'd marry us, one, two, three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121">121</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Elephant next began to dance:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Capered about with a stately prance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Learned from his grandmother over in France,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fast and faster 'gan to tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trod on every chicken's head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Killed them all uncommonly dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i128.jpg" width="258" height="349" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="h4">MORAL.</p>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little chickens, one, two, three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you're walking out to tea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't make love to all you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Elephants have lovely eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to woo them is not wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they are not quite your size!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cackle wackle wackle!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122">122</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="a_legend_of_lake_okeefinokee">A LEGEND OF LAKE OKEEFINOKEE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There once was a frog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he lived in a bog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the banks of Lake Okeefinokee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the words of the song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he sang all day long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were, "Croakety croakety croaky."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the frog, "I have found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my life's daily round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this place is exceedingly poky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So no longer I'll stop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I swiftly will hop<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away from Lake Okeefinokee."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now a bad mocking-bird<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By mischance overheard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The words of the frog as he spokee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he said, "All my life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frog and I've been at strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As we lived by Lake Okeefinokee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now I see at a glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a capital chance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to play him a practical jokee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I'll venture to say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he shall not to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leave the banks of Lake Okeefinokee."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So this bad mocking-bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without saying a word,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123">123</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He flew to a tree which was oaky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And loudly he sang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the whole forest rang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! Croakety croakety croaky!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As he warbled this song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Master Frog came along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A-filling his pipe for to smokee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he said, "'Tis some frog<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has escaped from the bog<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Okeefinokee-finokee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I am filled with amaze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear one of my race<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A-warbling on top of an oaky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if frogs can climb trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I may still find some ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the banks of Lake Okeefinokee."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So he climbed up the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But alas! down fell he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his lovely green neck it was brokee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sad truth to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never more did he stray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the banks of Lake Okeefinokee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the bad mocking-bird<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "How very absurd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And delightful a practical jokee!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I'm happy to say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was drowned the next day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the waters of Okeefinokee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124">124</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="grandpapas_valentine">GRANDPAPA'S VALENTINE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I may not claim her lovely hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My darling and my pride!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I may not ask her to become<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My bright and beauteous bride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The measure of my love for her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May not be said or sung;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all because I'm rather old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And she is rather young.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I may not clasp her slender waist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thread the mazy dance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I may not drive her in the Park,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With steeds that neigh and prance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I may not tempt her with my lands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor buy her with my gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all because she's rather young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I am rather old.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She leaves me for a younger swain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A plump and beardless boy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She slights me for a sugar-plum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neglects me for a toy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And worst of all, this state of things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can never altered be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I am nearly sixty-eight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And she is only three.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125">125</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="alibazan">ALIBAZAN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All on the road to Alibazan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas there I met a bonny young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bonny young man all dressed in blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hat and feather and stocking and shoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ruff and doublet and mantle too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He made me a bow, and he made me three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said, in truth, I was fair to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And say, will you be my sweetheart now?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll marry you truly with ring and vow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've ten fat sheep and a black-nosed cow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What shall we buy in Alibazan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pair of shoes and a feathered fan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A velvet gown all set with pearls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A silver hat for your golden curls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pot of pinks for my pink of girls,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126">126</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All in the streets of Alibazan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merry maidens tripped and ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this was fine, and that was free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he turned from them all to look on me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And "Oh! but there's none so fair to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All in the church of Alibazan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas there I wed my bonny young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And oh! 'tis I am his sweetheart now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And oh! 'tis we are happy, I trow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With our ten fat sheep and our black-nosed cow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A May Day in the morning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127">127</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i134.jpg" width="415" height="376" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_three_fishers">THE THREE FISHERS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John, Frederick, and Henry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had once a holiday;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they would go a-fishing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So merry and so gay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went to fish for salmon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These little children three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in this pretty picture<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128">128</a></span>
+<span class="i2">You all may plainly see.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was not in the ocean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor from the river shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in the monstrous water-butt<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Outside the kitchen door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John he had a fish-hook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Fred a crooked pin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Henry took his sister's net,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thought it was no sin.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They climbed up on the ladder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till they the top did win;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then they perched upon the edge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then they did begin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But how their fishing prospered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or if they did it well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or if they caught the salmon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I cannot, cannot tell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Because I was not there, you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I can only say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I too went a-fishing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That pleasant summer day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was not for a salmon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or shark with monstrous fin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it was for three little boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All dripping to the skin.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_129">129</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="peepsy">PEEPSY.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>After the manner of Jane Taylor.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our Julia has a little bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Peepsy is his name;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now I'll sing a little song<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To celebrate the same.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's yellow all from head to foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he is very sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And very little trouble, for<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He never wants to eat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He never asks for water clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He never chirps for seed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For cracker, or for cuttlefish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For sugar or chickweed.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh! what a perfect pet!" you cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But there's one little thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One drawback to the bonny bird,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our Peepsy cannot sing.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He chirps no song at dawn or eve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He makes no merry din;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this one cannot wonder at,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For Peepsy's made of tin.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130">130</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="may_song">MAY SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On a certain First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came two merry little maids<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out to play.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown-haired Jeanie, sweet and wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair-haired Norah, with her eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue as are the morning skies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each in cap and kirtle gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty little maids were they;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Light of heart and well content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the fields they singing went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came two sturdy little lads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By that way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Miller's Robin from the mill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shepherd's Johnnie from the hill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bonny little lads, I trow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sunny eyes and open brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ruddy cheeks and curly hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sturdy legs all brown and bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the fields they marched along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whistling each his cheery song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_131">131</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lads and lasses, there they met<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On their way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the lads, "We'll choose a queen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May Day comes but once, I ween.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Search we all the country round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter maids could not be found."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughed the lasses merrily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ay! but which one shall it be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">John and Robin, tell us true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which is fairer of the two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quickly say!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shepherd Johnnie hushed his whistle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blithe and gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Brown eyes are more fair," said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For they shine so winsomely!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay!" quoth Robin, "'tis confessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue eyes <i>always</i> are the best!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair-haired Norah wins the prize!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"That she does not!" Johnnie cries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Norah's well enough, but Jean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown and sweet, shall be the queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Choose <i>my</i> way!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon to earnest turned their play.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_132">132</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Well-a-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loud and angry words arose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Angry words soon turned to blows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">John and Robin o'er the ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chase each other round and round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kicking, cuffing, here and there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shouting through the sweet May air:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Jeanie!" "Norah!&mdash;is more fair!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the little maids aside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue eyes, brown eyes, open wide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On this stormy First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well-a-day!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jean and Norah stole away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the fray.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Silly lads!" they laughing cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Let them as they will decide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall we while they quarrel, pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lose our pretty holiday?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come away, and we may find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Other lads, who know their mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or if not, why then, I ween,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each will be the other's queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On this merry First of May.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come away!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_133">133</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="two_little_valentines">TWO LITTLE VALENTINES.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>For two little girls.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="h4">I.</p>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Young Rosalind, she is my rose!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I care not who the secret knows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So deep within my heart she grows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her constant bloom no winter knows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet Rosalind, she is my rose.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! this rose hath yet a thorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereon my heart is daily torn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The love I proffer her each morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That love she flings me back in scorn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But shall I therefore idly mourn?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She'd be no rose <i>without</i> the thorn.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<p class="h4">II.</p>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the ivory lily darkens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the jealous rose turns pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I say, "My Julia's coming!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis a sign will never fail."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the bobolink is silent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the linnet stays her trill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I say, "My Julia's singing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At her voice the birds are still."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I feel two velvet rose-leaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch my eyes on either lid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I say, "My Julia kissed me!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she answers, "Yes, me did!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_134">134</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="a_howl_about_an_owl">A HOWL ABOUT AN OWL.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was an owl lived in an oak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He often smiled, but he seldom spoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he wore a wig and a camlet cloak.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He fell in love with the chickadee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ask&egrave;d her, would she marry he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they'd go and live in Crim Tartaree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'Tis true," says he, "you are far from big."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"But you'll look twice as well when I've bought you a wig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll teach you the Lancers and the Chorus Jig."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll feed you with honey when the moon grows pale."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll hum you a hymn, and I'll sing you a scale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till you quiver with delight to the tip of your tail!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_135">135</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So he went for to marry of the chickadee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the sun was so bright that he could not see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So he marri&egrave;d the hoppergrass instead of she.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wasn't that a sad disappointment for he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="our_celebration">OUR CELEBRATION.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Popguns all a-snapping, and banners all a-flapping,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fish-horns all a-tooting, and schoolboys all a-hooting,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pin-wheels all a-turning, and fingers all a-burning,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Off goes our little Ned, boo-hoo-hoo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off goes our little Ned, boo-hoo-hoo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Big hole in his jacket, and another in his pocket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Half the hair singed off his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Off goes our little Ned,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mamma'll put him straight to bed, boo-hoo-hoo!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_136">136</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_song_of_the_corn-popper">THE SONG OF THE CORN-POPPER.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pip! pop! flippety flop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here am I, all ready to pop.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Girls and boys, the fire burns clear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gather about the chimney here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Big ones, little ones, all in a row.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hop away! pop away! here we go!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pip! pop! flippety flop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the bowl the kernels drop.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sharp and hard and yellow and small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must say they don't look good at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But wait till they burst into warm white snow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hop away! pop away! here we go!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pip! pop! flippety flop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't fill me too full; shut down the top!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rake out the coals in an even bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Topaz yellow and ruby red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shade your eyes from the fiery glow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hop away! pop away! here we go!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pip! pop! flippety flop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shake me steadily; do not stop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Backward and forward, not up and down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't let me drop, or you'll burn it brown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never too high and never too low.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hop away! pop away! here we go!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_137">137</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pip! pop! flippety flop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now they are singing, and soon they'll hop.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hi! the kernels begin to swell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ho! at last they are dancing well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Puffs and fluffs of feathery snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hop away! pop away! here we go!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pip! pop! flippety flop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All full, little ones? Time to stop!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pour out the snowy, feathery mass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is a treat for lad and lass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Open your mouths now, all in a row;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Munch away! crunch away! here we go!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="what_bobby_said">WHAT BOBBY SAID.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset20">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I don't think it's right!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I don't think it's fair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I don't like Easter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At all! so there!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It's only because<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm young, you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They think they can play<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their tricks upon me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They brought me an egg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a beauty, too!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All golden yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With stripes of blue.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_138">138</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They said 'twas a true egg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A <i>truly</i> true!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, of course, I supposed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was so all through;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when it was opened,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just think what a shame!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas just like the white ones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just <i>'zactly</i> the same!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Part white and part yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No bit of it blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it tasted the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the other ones, too.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I don't think it's right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I don't think it's fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I don't like Easter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>At all!</i> so there!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="master_jacks_views">MASTER JACK'S VIEWS.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>After a lesson in astronomy.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The merry old World goes round, goes round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And round the old World does go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Day in, day out, from west to east,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At a pace that is far from slow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he's never been known to change his pace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or swerve an inch from his course,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though his journey so easily shortened might be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By cutting his orbit across.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_139">139</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I were you, you silly old World,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know well what I 'd do:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Break loose from that tiresome orbit-track,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And go spinning the Universe through.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'd startle the stars from their morning nap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a "How do you do to-day?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And before any one could take off his night-cap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd be millions of miles away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'd warm my hands at the gate of the Sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cool them off at the Pole;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then off and away down the Milky Way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How merrily I would roll!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'd steal from Saturn his golden rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From Mars his mantle of red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'd borrow the sword of Orion the brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cut off the Serpent's head.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'd saddle the Bear, and ride on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor dream of being afraid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And maybe I'd stop at the Archer's shop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see how the rainbows are made.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'd race with the comets, I'd flirt with the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd waltz with the Northern Lights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the whole Solar System should hold up its hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And exclaim, "What remarkable sights!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But stay! to all these delightful things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One slight objection I see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if the World <i>should</i> play these wonderful pranks.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray, what would become of me?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_140">140</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And what would become of papa and mamma?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what would become of you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how should we like to go spinning about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And careering the Universe through?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well, the merry old World goes round, goes round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And round the old World does go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a great deal better than you or I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wise old World must know!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="emily_jane">EMILY JANE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! Christmas time is coming again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what shall I buy for Emily Jane?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Emily Jane, my love so true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now what upon earth shall I buy for you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane, my doll so dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've loved you now for many a year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And still while there's anything left of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane has lost her head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And has a potato tied on instead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A hole for an eye, and a lump for a nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It really looks better than you would suppose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane has lost her arms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The half of one leg's the extent of her charms;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still, while there's anything left of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_141">141</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now, shall I bring you a fine new head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or shall I bring you a leg instead?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or will you have arms, to hug me tight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When naughty 'Lizabeth calls you a fright?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or I'll buy you a dress of satin so fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mong all the dolls to shimmer and shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For oh! while there's anything left of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mamma says, "Keep all your pennies, Sue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll buy you a doll all whole and new;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But better I love my dear old doll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her one half-leg and potato poll.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The potato may rot, and the leg may fall?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, then I shall treasure the sawdust, that's all!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For while there is <i>anything</i> left of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="song_of_the_mother_whose_children_are_fond_of_drawing">SONG OF THE MOTHER WHOSE CHILDREN ARE FOND OF DRAWING.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, could I find the forest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the pencil-trees grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, might I see their stately stems<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All standing in a row!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd hie me to their grateful shade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In deep, in deepest bliss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For then I need not hourly hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A chorus such as this:<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_142">142</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Oh, lend me a pencil, <i>please</i>, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Oh, draw me some houses and trees, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Oh, make me a floppy<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Great poppy to copy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And a horsey that prances and gees, Mamma!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The branches of the pencil-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are pointed every one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ay! each one has a glancing point<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That glitters in the sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The leaves are leaves of paper white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All fluttering in the breeze;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! could I pluck one rustling bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd silence cries like these:<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Oh, lend me a pencil, do, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I've got mine all stuck in the glue, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Oh, make me a pretty<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Big barn and a city,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And a cow and a steam-engine too, Mamma!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fruit upon the pencil-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hangs ripening in the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In clusters bright of pocket-knives,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three blades to every one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! might I pluck one shining fruit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And plant it by my door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pleading cries, the longing sighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would trouble me no more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Oh, sharpen a pencil for me, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">'Cause Johnny and Baby have three, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And this isn't fine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And Hal sat down on mine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">So do it bee-yu-ti-ful-<i>lee</i>, Mamma!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_143">143</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i150.jpg" width="514" height="134" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_seven_little_tigers_and_the_aged_cook">THE SEVEN LITTLE TIGERS AND THE AGED COOK.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset38">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seven little tigers they sat them in a row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their seven little dinners for to eat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each of the troop had a little plate of soup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The effect of which was singularly neat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They were feeling rather cross, for they hadn't any sauce<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To eat with their pudding or their pie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they rumpled up their hair, in a spasm of despair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And vowed that the aged cook should die.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they called the aged cook, and a frying-pan they took,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fry him very nicely for their supper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was ninety-six years old, on authority I'm told,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his name was Peter Sparrow-piper Tupper.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Mr. Sparrow-piper Tup, we intend on you to sup!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the eldest little tiger very sweetly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this naughty aged cook, just remarking, "Only look!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chopped the little tiger's head off very neatly.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_144">144</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then he said unto the rest, "It has always been confessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a tiger's better eating than a man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I'll fry him for you now, and you all will find, I trow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That to eat him will be much the better plan."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i151.jpg" width="517" height="358" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset40">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So they tried it in a trice, and found that it was nice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with rapture they embrac&egrave;d one another;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they said, "By hook or crook, we must keep this aged cook;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So we'll ask him to become our elder brother."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="author">[<i>Which they accordingly did.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_145">145</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="agamemnon">AGAMEMNON.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">About a king I have to tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the woes that him befell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through those who should have served him well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How he was huffed and cuffed about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tossed from windows, in and out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With jest and gibe and eldritch shout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of worsted was the monarch made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of gayest colors neatly laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In each imaginable shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His trousers were of scarlet hue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His jacket of celestial blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With snow-white tunic peeping through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he was young and in his prime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On Christmas tree, in Christmas time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He glowed like bird of tropic clime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_146">146</a></span>
+<span class="i0">His swarthy cheek, his beard of brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His gay attire and golden crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Showed him a king of high renown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The children, learning then to pore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er Father Homer's god-like lore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cried, "See! the king of men once more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Great Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, when we play the siege of Troy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Achilles, Hector, Ajax boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With us the fighting he'll enjoy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Great Agamemnon!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But well-a-day! the war began,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Greek and Trojan, man to man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In god-like fury raged and ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas Ajax seized the king, I trow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, using him as weapon now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did smite bold Hector on the brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then fierce and fell the contest grew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From hand to hand the monarch flew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still clutched and hurled with fury new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His beaded eyes wept tears of shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His worsted cheeks with wrath did flame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In vain he called each hero's name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_147">147</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At length great Hector seized the king<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gave his mighty arm a swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then upward soared with sudden fling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the high-pitched roof fell he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there, from Greek and Trojan free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lay for all the world to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fierce sun beat upon his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rain washed white his trousers red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon looked down on him and said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">"Poor Agamemnon!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His gold and blue were gray and brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Ajax, chief of high renown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The roof-tree scaled, and brought him down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now within the nursery,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In doll-house parlor you may see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His dim and faded majesty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And still each little naughty boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ranging the cupboards for some toy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cries out, "Aha! the siege of Troy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor Agamemnon!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_148">148</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_wedding">THE WEDDING.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gallant young Hyacinth marries the Rose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we all wait for the wedding procession,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Standing up high on our tippy-toe-toes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">First the three ushers on grasshoppers ride,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coxcomb, Larkspur, and gallant Sweet William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Handsome young dandies as ever I spied.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here in a coach come the bride's rich relations,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Old Madam Damask and old Mr. Moss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Greatly I fear they approve not the marriage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Else they'd not look so uncommonly cross.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here comes His Excellence Baron de Goldbug,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Leading the Dowager Duchess of Snail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feathers and fringe on the top of her bonnet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Roses and rings on the end of her tail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here come the bridesmaids, by two and by two;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gay little Primrose, fair little Snowdrop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Peachblossom, Jasmine, and Eglantine too.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Last come the lovers, wrapped up in each other,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thinking of love, and of little beside.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Health and long life to the beautiful bride!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_149">149</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="swing_song">SWING SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here beneath my mother's wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here beneath my mother's arm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never earthly thing can harm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up and down, to and fro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a steady sweep I go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a swallow on the wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Honey-bee comes murmuring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Humming softly in my ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Come away with me, my dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the tiger-lily's cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweetest honey we will sup."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go away, you velvet thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must swing! I must swing!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Butterfly comes fluttering,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Little child, now come away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid the clover-blooms to play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clover-blooms are red and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sky is blue, and sun is bright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why then thus, with folded wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit and swing, sit and swing?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oriole comes hovering.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"See my nest in yonder tree!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little child, come work with me.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_150">150</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Learn to make a perfect nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That of all things is the best.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come! nor longer loitering<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit and swing, sit and swing!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though I have not any wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I would not change with you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happiest bird that ever flew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Butterfly and honey-bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure 'tis you must envy me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safe beneath my mother's wing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I swing, as I swing.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="the_little_cossack">THE LITTLE COSSACK.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tale of the little Cossack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lived by the river Don:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sat on a sea-green hassock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his grandfather's name was John.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His grandfather's name was John, my dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he lived upon bottled stout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he was found to be not at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was frequently found to be out.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tale of the little Cossack,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sat by the river-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wept when he heard the people say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That his hair was probably dyed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That his hair was probably dyed, my dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his teeth were undoubtedly sham;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If this be true," quoth the little Coss&agrave;ck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What a poor little thing I am!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_151">151</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tale of the little Cossack,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sat by the river's brim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he looked at the little fishes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fishes looked back at him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fishes looked back at him, my dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And winked at him, which was wuss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If this be true, my friend," they said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You'd better come down to us."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tale of the little Cossack,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said, "You are doubtless right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though drowning is not a becoming death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it makes one look like a fright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If my lovely teeth be crockery,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my hair of Tyrian dye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then life is a bitter mockery,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no more of it will I!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tale of the little Cossack,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He drank of the stout so brown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then put his toes in the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fishes dragged him down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the people threw in his hassock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And likewise his grandfather John;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there was an end of the family,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the banks of the river Don.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152">152</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="what_a_very_rude_little_bird_said_to_johnny_this_morning">WHAT A VERY RUDE LITTLE BIRD SAID TO JOHNNY THIS MORNING.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Stupid old thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why don't you fly, or hop at least?<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Why don't you sing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There you stand with your great long legs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stiff as a couple of giant pegs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you a nest with five blue eggs?<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Have you <i>anything</i>?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Stubborn old thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is that your only song, that harsh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Loud muttering?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here! listen, and try to imitate me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chirr-a-wink! chirr-a-wink! pirrip-wip-wee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's just as easy as easy can be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Stubborn old thing!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ugly old thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hear my little brown wife in the nest<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Soft chirruping.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if you think I've nothing else to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But stay here and talk to the like of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're greatly mistaken, I tell you true!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Good-by, old thing!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_153">153</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_monkeys_and_the_crocodile">THE MONKEYS AND THE CROCODILE.</a></h2>
+
+<div>
+<img class="wrapr" src="images/i160a.jpg" width="245" height="497" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Five little monkeys<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swinging from a tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Teasing Uncle Crocodile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Merry as can be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swinging high, swinging low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swinging left and right:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Dear Uncle Crocodile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come and take a bite!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Five little monkeys<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swinging in the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heads up, tails up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little do they care.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swinging up, swinging down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swinging far and near:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Poor Uncle Crocodile,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_154">154</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Aren't you hungry, dear?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="clearboth">
+<img class="wraprfull" src="images/i160b.jpg" width="498" height="144" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="clearboth">
+<img class="wrapr" src="images/i161a.jpg" width="347" height="568" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Four little monkeys<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sitting in the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heads down, tails down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dreary as can be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weeping loud, weeping low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crying to each other:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Wicked Uncle Crocodile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To gobble up our brother!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div>
+<img class="wraprfull" src="images/i161b.jpg" width="473" height="124" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer clearboth">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_155">155</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="painted_ladies">Painted Ladies</a></h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i162.jpg" width="461" height="546" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the pretty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the naughty painted ladies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That go running, climbing, running,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All about my cottage door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would you have their story, Johnny?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit beside me, Sweet-and-bonny!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall hear a sadder story<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than you ever beard before.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_156">156</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These were maidens fair and slender,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some with dove-eyes, brown and tender,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some with black, and some with blue eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Locks of auburn, locks of gold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rosy cheeks, and lips of cherry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Voices glad and laughter merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever smiling, ever singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over gay and over bold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And these maids were ever running,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watching going, watching coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Asking questions of each other<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of every one they knew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping, peeping, here and yonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ready still to guess and wonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Was it she?" "And did he do it?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Tell me quickly!" "Tell me true!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the pretty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the naughty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the king came riding, riding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to seek him out a bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How they whispered, how they chattered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each herself in secret flattered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She could win him, she could wed him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In an hour, if she tried.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So they prinked and pranked them gayly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they crimped and curled them daily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trying ring and trying jewel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All their beauty to complete.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not content with Nature's roses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fie! their cheeks are painted posies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their lips are red and reddest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But alas! they are not sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_157">157</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the king came riding stately,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On his charger set sedately,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his golden robe about him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his crown upon his head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! a royal port and presence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet for courtly love and pleasance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy, happy is the maiden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He shall woo and he shall wed.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the pretty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the naughty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How they leaned from door and window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flinging roses 'neath his feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silken robes and jewels shining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White arms waving, tossing, twining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lips that laughed and eyes that languished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over bold and over sweet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the king looked gravely on them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast no answering glance upon them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coldly turned from where they waited<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In their beauty, in their pride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Find me out some modest maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not with silks and jewels laden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One whose pureness, one whose sweetness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fit her for a royal bride."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the pretty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the naughty painted ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red with shame and white with anger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back they pressed against the wall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they drew their silks around them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! some sudden magic bound them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While they whispered, while they clustered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into flowers changed them all.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_158">158</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glowing cheek and snowy bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed to white and ruddy blossom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Locks of gold and locks of auburn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into tendrils curling green.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While for silk and satin's shimmer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for jewels' rainbow glimmer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaves that whispered, leaves that clustered,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only these were to be seen.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the pretty painted ladies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the naughty painted ladies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still are running, climbing, running,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the window, at the door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping, peeping, here and yonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Is the story true?" you wonder;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure, I heard it from themselves, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they tell it o'er and o'er.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="some_fishy_nonsense">SOME FISHY NONSENSE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Timothy Tiggs and Tomothy Toggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They both went a-fishing for pollothywogs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They both went a-fishing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because they were wishing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see how the creatures would turn into frogs.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Timothy Tiggs and Tomothy Toggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They both got stuck in the bogothybogs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They caught a small minnow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And said 'twas a sin oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That things with no legs should pretend to be frogs.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_159">159</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="ladys_slipper">LADY'S SLIPPER.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="i166">
+<div id="i166a">&nbsp;</div>
+<div id="i166b">&nbsp;</div>
+
+<div class="poem clearright">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><b><span class="hide">M</span>Y</b> lady she rose from her bower, her bower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2i">All under the linden tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas midnight past, and the fairies' hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2i">And up and away must she.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_160">160</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She's pulled on her slippers of golden yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2i">Her mantle of gossamer green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she's away to the elfin court,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2i">To wait on the elfin queen.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh hone! my lady's slipper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh hey! my lady's shoe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A-tripping it over the dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now she flitted, and now she stepped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through dells of the woodland deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where owls were flying awake, awake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And birds were sitting asleep.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now she flitted, and now she trod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the mist hung shadowy-white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the river lay gleaming, sleeping, dreaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the sweet moonlight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh hone! my lady's slipper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh hey! my lady's shoe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A-tripping it over the dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now she passed through the wild marsh-land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the marsh-elves lay asleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a heron blue was their watchman true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good watch and ward for to keep.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Jack-in-the-Pulpit was wake, awake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saw my lady gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he reached his hand as she fluttered past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And caught her slipper away.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_161">161</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh hone! my lady's slipper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh hey! my lady's shoe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A-tripping it over the dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! long that lady she searched and prayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And long she wept and besought;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all would not do, and with one wee shoe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She must dance at the elfin court.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But she <i>might</i> have found her slipper, her slipper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It shone so golden-gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I am no elf, yet I found it myself,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I brought it home to-day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh hone! my lady's slipper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh hey! my lady's shoe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A-tripping it over the dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--i166-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="a_little_song_to_sing_to_a_little_maid_in_a_swing">A LITTLE SONG TO SING TO A LITTLE MAID IN A SWING.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I were a fairy king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would give to you a ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a diamond set so bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the shining of its light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should make morning of the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should make morning of the night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_162">162</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On each ringlet as it fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would tie a golden bell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the golden bells would chime<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a little merry rhyme,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the merry summer-time,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the happy summer-time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You should wear a satin gown<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All with ribbons falling down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And your little darling feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, my Pretty and my Sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should be shod with silver neat,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shod with silver slippers neat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the flowers in the land<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You should hold in either hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the myrtle and the rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should spring up beneath your toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to gratify your nose,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to gratify your nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_163">163</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But I'm not a fairy, Pet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Am not even a king as yet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So all that I can do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is to kiss your little shoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to make a queen of you,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging high, swinging low,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make a fairy queen of you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Swinging oh!)<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="betty_in_blossom-time">BETTY IN BLOSSOM-TIME.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snow, snow, down from the apple-trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pink and white drifting of petals sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss her and crown her, our Lady of Blossoming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here as she sits on the apple-tree seat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Has she not gathered the summer about her?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, how it laughs from her lips and her eyes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Think you the sun there would shine on without her?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay! 'tis her smile keeps the gray from the skies.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fire of the rose and snow of the jessamine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gold of the lily-dust hid in her hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Day holds his breath and Night comes up to look at her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving their strife for a vision so rare.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snow, snow, down from the apple-trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pink and white drifting of petals sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss her and crown her, and flutter a-down her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And carpet the ground for her dear little feet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_164">164</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="bettys_song">BETTY'S SONG.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i16">Little Two-shoes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Little Toddle-toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a little pretty pinky winky rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Come to me, now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">And we'll see, now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How the rocking-chair away to By-land goes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i16">With a heigh ho,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">And a by-low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a swinging, swinging softly to and fro;<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">With a sleepy croon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">All about the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How she puts the sleepy stars to beddy oh!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i16">With a hey-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">And a rock-away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a patting down the hands that want to play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">With a swing swong<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">In the drowsy song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That forgets the drowsy words it has to say.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i16">Now the lids close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Just when no one knows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the dimpled flush grows deeper, rose on rose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Little Two-shoes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Little Toddle-toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the rocking-chair away to By-land goes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_165">165</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="a_nonsense_tragedy">A NONSENSE TRAGEDY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brown owl sat on a caraway tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ruffly, puffly, great big owl;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who so learned and wise as he?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Huffly, snuffly, eminent fowl.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i172a.jpg" width="200" height="342" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Black bat hung by a twig of the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blinkety, winkety, blind old bat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paying his court to the bumble-bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fuzzy bee, buzzy bee, yellow and fat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh!" said the owl, "but the sun is so bright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blazing, crazing, fiery sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How can I possibly wait till night?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweltering, meltering, not much fun!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i172b.jpg" width="105" height="185" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh!" said the bat, "if a cloud would come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Showery, lowery, nice gray cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd take my love to my cavern home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happily, flappily, pleased and proud."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i172c.jpg" width="108" height="88" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh!" said the bee, "but if that be all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whimpering, simpering, blear-eyed bat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yonder's a cloud coming up at your call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scowling, growling, black as your hat."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_166">166</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh!" said the owl and the bat together:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Rollicky, jollicky, nice fat cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give us some good, black, thundery weather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roar away, pour away, can't be too loud!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i173.jpg" width="478" height="236" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up came the cloud, spreading far and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Billowy, pillowy, black as night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brisk little hurricane sitting inside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blow away, strow away, out of sight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Off went the owl like a thistle-down puff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ruffly, huffly, rolled in a ball;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Off went the bat like a candle-snuff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fly away, die away, terrible fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_167">167</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Off went the twig, and off went the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crashing, smashing, splintering round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing was left but the bumble-bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And who so merry, so merry as she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she laughed, "Ho! ho!" as she laughed, "He! he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Creep away, sleep away, hole in the ground."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i174.jpg" width="380" height="419" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_168">168</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="from_new_york_to_boston">FROM NEW YORK TO BOSTON.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>Allegro con moto.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conductor the tickets is clipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boy has bananas for sale.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raindrops outside are a-dripping,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dripping o'er meadow and vale.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Clankety clankety clank,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clinkety clinkety cling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five little boys on a bank,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One little girl in a swing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fishhawk o'erhead in the distance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreading his wings like a sail.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Puck, Life, Frank Leslie, and Harper!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Latest editions, just out!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boy is an impudent sharper!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All are last week's, I've no doubt.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Every new monthly and weekly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every new novel and tale!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_169">169</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jogglety jogglety joggle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jigglety jigglety jig!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snuffy old man with a goggle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Acid old dame with a wig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty girl peacefully sleeping<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under her gold-spotted veil.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now we are duly admonished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hartford's the place we reach next;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cow in the field looks astonished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sheep in the pasture perplexed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Furious puppy pursues us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cocking a truculent tail.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Lozenges, peanuts, and candy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apples and oranges sweet!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Legs are so frightfully bandy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wonder he keeps on his feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"All the New York evening papers,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Times, Tribune, World, Sun, and Mail!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Engine goes "Whoosh!" at the station,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Engine goes "Whizz!" o'er the plain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horses express consternation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drivers remonstrate in vain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smoke-witches dancing about us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sparks in a fiery train.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go skilfully skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_170">170</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tinklety tinklety tink!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tunklety tunklety tunk!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nearing the station, I think.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is the check for my trunk?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Boston!" and "Boston!" and "Boston!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Home of my fathers, all hail!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we go joyfully jumping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away from the resonant rail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="sandy_godolphin">SANDY GODOLPHIN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sandy Godolphin sat up on the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And up on the hill sat he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the only remark he was known to make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was "Fiddledy diddledy dee!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He made it first in the high Hebrew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then in the Dutch so low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Turkish and Russian and Persian and Prussian,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rather more tongues than I know.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He made this remark until it was dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he could no longer see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he lighted his lamp, because it was damp,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gave him the neuralge&euml;.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sandy Godolphin came down from the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And moaned in a dark despair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I've finished," said he, "with my fiddledy dee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For nobody seems to care."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_171">171</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="my_clock">MY CLOCK.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My little clock, my little clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lives upon the shelf;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He stands on four round golden feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so supports himself.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His face is very white and clean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hands are very black;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has no soap to wash them with,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And suffers from the lack.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He holds them up, his grimy hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And points at me all day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Make haste, make haste, the moments waste!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He always seems to say.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tick tock! tick tock! I am a clock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm always up to time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ding dong! ding dong! the whole day long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My silver warnings chime.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis nine o'clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And time to go to school;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't loiter 'mid the buttercups,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or by the wayside pool.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_172">172</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ding dong! tick tock! 'tis two o'clock.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dinner's getting cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'd better hurry down, you child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or your mamma will scold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis six o'clock.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You've had the afternoon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To play and romp, so now come in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your tea'll be ready soon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis nine o'clock.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bed, to bed, my dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep sound, until I waken you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When day is shining clear."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So through the night and through the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My busy little clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He talks and talks and talks away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With ceaseless "tick" and "tock."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But warning others on his shelf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All earnest as he stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He never thinks to warn himself;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll <i>never</i> wash his hands.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_173">173</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i180.jpg" width="527" height="575" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="my_uncle_jehoshaphat">MY UNCLE JEHOSHAPHAT.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Uncle Jehoshaphat had a pig,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A pig of high degree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he always wore a brown scratch wig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Most beautiful for to see.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_174">174</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Uncle Jehoshaphat loved this pig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the piggywig he loved him;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they both jumped into the lake one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see which best could swim.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Uncle Jehoshaphat he swam up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the piggywig he swam down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so they both did win the prize,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which the same was a velvet gown.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Uncle Jehoshaphat wore one half,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the piggywig wore the other;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they both rode to town on the brindled calf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To carry it home to its mother.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="rosy_posy">ROSY POSY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a little Rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she had a little nosy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she made a little posy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All pink and white and green.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she said, "Little nosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you smell my little posy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For of all the flowers that growsy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such sweet ones ne'er were seen."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So she took the little posy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she put it to her nosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On her little face so rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flowers for to smell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And which of them was Rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And which of them was nosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And which of them was posy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You really could not tell!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_175">175</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i182.jpg" width="519" height="271" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="sick-room_fancies">SICK-ROOM FANCIES.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h3">I.</p>
+
+<p class="h3" id="my_wall_paper">MY WALL-PAPER.</p>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The paper roses, blue and red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That climbing go about my bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All up and down my chamber wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A-quarrelling one day did fall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as with half-shut eyes I lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas thus I heard the roses say:<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You vulgar creature!" cried the Red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I wonder you dare raise your head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Much less go flaunting here and there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With such a proud and perky air.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am a rose indeed; but <i>you</i>!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who ever heard of roses blue?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your sense of truth, Ma'am, must be small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To call yourself a rose at all."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_176">176</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Blue Rose proudly raised her head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Your humble servant, Ma'am!" she said.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My family, I own, is far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From being such as you, Ma'am, are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We blossomed lately in the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fairy plucked us, floating by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flung us down to earth, that we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might show what roses <i>ought</i> to be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, while we still adorn the earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our hue attests our skyey birth."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i183.jpg" width="248" height="380" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Just then <i>my</i> Rose came through the room;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in her hand, in wondrous bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lovely snow-white bud she bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With diamond dew-drops sprinkled o'er.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_177">177</a></span><span class="i0">She laid it in my hand, and "See,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She said, "how fair a rose may be!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The paper roses, Blues and Reds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For shame hung down their silly heads.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I watched them, laughing, as I lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not another word said they.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<p class="h3">II.</p>
+
+<p class="h3" id="my_japanese_fan">MY JAPANESE FAN.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i184.jpg" width="453" height="382" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have a friend, a little friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lives upon a fan;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps he is a woman,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_178">178</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps she is a man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His clothes they are so very queer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So <i>very</i> queer, in sooth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sometimes call him "lovely maid,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sometimes "gentle youth."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her hair is combed up straight and smooth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above his pretty face.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His looks are full of friendliness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her attitude, of grace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every morning when I wake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every evening too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She greets me with his pleasant smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And friendly "How-d'ye-do?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She wonders why I lie in bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He thinks my wisest plan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would be to come and live with her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a paper fan.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that, alas! can never be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so I never can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know whether he's a woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or whether she's a man.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_179">179</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i186.jpg" width="466" height="585" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="marjories_knitting">MARJORIE'S KNITTING.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the chimney-corner our Marjorie sits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly singing the while she knits.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fire-light, flickering here and there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plays on her face and her shining hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180">180</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And glimmering bright in the fitful glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Backward and forward her needles go,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Backward and forward, swift and true,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hark! the needles are singing too.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"One and two and three and four,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knit and rib and seam and purl.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clickety clackety, good little girl!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And what is our Marjorie knitting, I pray?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A soft, warm scarf, for a wintry day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pair of mittens for schoolboy Fred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or some reins for toddling Baby Ned?<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i187.jpg" width="476" height="175" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I cannot see, in the twilight gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many needles are working away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I see them flickering in and out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And <i>they</i> know exactly what they are about.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"One and two and three and four<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knit and rib and seam and purl.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clickety clackety, good little girl!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_181">181</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fire is whispering, "Marjorie mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis a positive pleasure on you to shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From your pretty brown hair, all shining and neat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down to your dainty, trim-slippered feet."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The kettle is murmuring, "Marjorie dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis all for your sake that I'm bubbling here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But though I have bubbled both loud and long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You've ears for nought save those needles' song."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i188.jpg" width="463" height="266" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"One and two and three and four,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knit and rib and seam and purl.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clickety clackety, good little girl!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Marjorie cheerily works away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor ever her thoughts from her knitting stray.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever it is, 'twill be sure to fit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For loving thoughts in the web are knit.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_182">182</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The kettle may bubble, the fire may burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Marjorie's thoughts they cannot turn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I think my heart must be working too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it seems to sing as the needles do.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"One and two and three and four,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knit and rib and seam and purl.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clickety clackety, dear little girl!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="he_and_his_family">HE AND HIS FAMILY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His father was a whale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a feather in his tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lived in the Greenland sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his mother was a shark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who kept very dark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the Gulf of Caribbee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His uncles were a skate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a little whitebait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a flounder, and a chub beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a lovely picker&egrave;l,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both a beauty and a belle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had promised for to be his bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may think these things are strange,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they <i>are</i> a little change<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ordinary run, 'tis true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the queerest thing (to me)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all appeared to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That <i>he</i> was a kangaroo!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_183">183</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="easter-time">EASTER-TIME.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little flowers came through the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At Easter-time, at Easter-time;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They raised their heads and looked around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At happy Easter-time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And every pretty bud did say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Good people, bless this holy day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Christ is risen, the angels say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">This happy Easter-time."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The scarlet lily raised its cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At Easter-time, at Easter-time;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The crocus to the sky looked up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At happy Easter-time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We hear the song of heaven!" they say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Its glory shines on us to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! may it shine on us alway,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At happy Easter-time."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas long and long and long ago,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Easter-time, that Easter-time;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still the scarlet lilies blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At happy Easter-time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And still each little flower doth say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Good Christians, bless this holy day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Christ is risen, the angels say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At blessed Easter-time."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_184">184</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="easter">EASTER.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give flowers to all the children,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This blessed Easter Day,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair crocuses and snowdrops,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tulips brave and gay;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bright nodding daffodillies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And purple iris tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sprays of silver lilies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The loveliest of all.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And tell them, tell the children,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How in the dark, cold earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flowers have been waiting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till spring should give them birth.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All winter long they waited,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the south wind's soft breath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bade them rise up in beauty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bid farewell to death.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then tell the little children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How Christ our Saviour, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flower of all eternity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Once death and darkness knew.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_185">185</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How, like these blossoms, silent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Within the tomb he lay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then rose in light and glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To live in heaven alway.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So take the flowers, children,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And be ye pure as they;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sing of Christ our Saviour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This blessed Easter Day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="jacky_frost">JACKY FROST.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came in the night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Left the meadows that he crossed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All gleaming white.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Painted with his silver brush<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every window-pane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kissed the leaves and made them blush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blush and blush again.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crept around the house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sly as a silver fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Still as a mouse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out little Jenny came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blushing like a rose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up jumped Jacky Frost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And pinched her little nose.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_186">186</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="subtraction">SUBTRACTION.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Six from four leaves two, Mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Six from four leaves two.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely that is right, Mamma,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you think 'twill do?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Please don't shake your head, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, it's <i>nearly</i> right;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what difference does it make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it isn't <i>quite</i>?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark! the boys are there, Mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out upon the lawn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I don't go soon, Mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They will all be gone.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>I</i> would let <i>you</i> go, Mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were I teaching you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Six from four leaves two&mdash;oh dear!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Four</i> from <i>six</i> leaves two, Mamma!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now I have it right.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well! upon my word, I think<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wasn't very bright.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dear Mamma, before I go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a kiss for you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four from six leaves two, hurrah!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four from six leaves two!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_187">187</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="grandfather_dear">GRANDFATHER DEAR.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>Written for Decoration Day.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jonquil and daffodil mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lift me your golden-crowned heads!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cockscomb and peony fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lend me your lordliest reds!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tying my posy up here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must have flowers at will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are for Grandfather dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There where he sleeps on the hill.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grandfather dear was a soldier,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gallant and handsome and young.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowers, I'll show you his picture,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the shelf where 'tis hung.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yes, and his sword hangs beneath it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sword that he waved as he fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fighting on Winchester Field,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The field he was holding so well.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So when the year's at the sweetest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother and Grandmother dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I, we go gathering flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So sweet as they're blossoming here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when Grandfather looks down from heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he looks, and looks lovingly still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He smiles as he sees his own flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All shining and sweet on the hill.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_188">188</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i195.jpg" width="473" height="237" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="gathering_apples">GATHERING APPLES.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down in the orchard, down in the orchard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the gold-apple tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One little maid and two little maids<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frolic, merry and free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown as a berry, red as a rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter maidens nobody knows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What are you doing, Marjorie?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marjorie, tell to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up she lifted her curly head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Oh, but her cheeks were rosy-red!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaking her curls right saucily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm gathering apples!" said she, said she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm gathering apples!" said she.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down in the orchard, down in the orchard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the gold-apple tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly treading, the farmer came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping so warily.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Six feet high from his head to his toes;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_189">189</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A jollier farmer nobody knows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What are you doing, farmer, pray?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jolly old farmer, say!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up he caught them both in his arms;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the shrieks, the merry alarms!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Closer clasping them lovingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm gathering apples!" said he, said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm gathering apples!" said he.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i196.jpg" width="314" height="587" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_190">190</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_ballad_of_the_beach">THE BALLAD OF THE BEACH.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Take off thy stockings, Samuel!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now take them off, I pray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roll up thy trousers, Samuel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And come with me to play.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The ebbing tide has left the sand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All hard and smooth and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will build a goodly fort,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And have a goodly fight."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Samuel he pull&egrave;d off<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His hose of scarlet hue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Samuel he roll&egrave;d up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His breeches darkly blue.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And hand-in-hand with Reginald,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He hied him to the beach;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each little boy a shovel had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eke a pail had each.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then down upon the shining sand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Right joyfully they sat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And far upon the shining sand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each tossed his broad-brimmed hat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then valiantly to work they went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like sturdy lads and true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there they built a stately fort,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best that they might do.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_191">191</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now sit we down within the walls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which rise above our head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will make us cannon-balls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of sand, as good as lead."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now as they worked, these little boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full glad in heart and mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The creeping tide came back again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see what it could find.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The creeping tide came up the sand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see what it could do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there it found two broad-brimmed hats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With ribbons red and blue.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And "See now!" said the creeping tide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"These hats belong, I trow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Reginald and Samuel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I saw them here but now."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And "See now!" said the creeping tide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"What hinders me to float<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These hats out to the boys' mamma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is sailing in a boat?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up there came two little waves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All rippling so free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They lifted up the broad-brimmed hats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bore them out to sea.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ribbons red and ribbons blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Streamed gallantly away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The straw did glitter in the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were never craft so gay!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_192">192</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mother of these little lads<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was sailing on the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now she laughed, and now she sang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And who so blithe as she?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And "Look!" she said; "what things be these<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That dance upon the wave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All fluttering and glittering<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sparkling so brave?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now row me well, my brethren, twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now row me o'er the sea!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we will chase these tiny craft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see what they may be."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They rowed her fast, they rowed her well,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Too well, those gallants true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For when she reached the broad-brimmed hats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Right well those hats she knew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Alas!" she cried; "my little lads<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are drown&egrave;d in the sea!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then down she sank in deadly swoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As pale as she might be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They rowed her well, those gallants gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They rowed her to the land;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They lifted up that lady pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bore her up the strand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But as they bore her up the beach,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The balls began to fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hit those gallants on the nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hit them in the eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_193">193</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They look&egrave;d here, they look&egrave;d there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see whence this might be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon they spied a stately fort,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beside the salt, salt sea.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And straight from out the stately fort<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The balls were flying free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each gallant rubbed his smitten nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eke his eye rubbed he.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They looked within the stately fort,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see who aimed so well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there was little Reginald,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And youthful Samuel.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They lifted up those little lads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each by his waisty-band;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down beside that lady pale<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They set them on the sand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And first that lady waxed more pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And syne she waxed full red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And syne she kissed those little boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But not a word she said.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spoke those gallants gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"You naughty little chaps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your poor mamma you've frightened sore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And made her ill, perhaps.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And if you are not shaken well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And if you are not spanked,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It will not be your uncles' fault;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So <i>they</i> need not be thanked."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_194">194</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spoke those little lads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All mournful as they sat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each did cry, "Ah, woe is me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've lost&mdash;my nice&mdash;new&mdash;hat!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spoke that lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Nay, nay, my little dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You sha'n't be spanked! so come with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wipe away your tears.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There be more hats in Boston town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For little boys to wear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as for those that you have lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray their voyage be fair.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For since I have my little lads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The hats may sail away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Around the world and back again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forever and a day!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="the_boots_of_a_household">THE BOOTS OF A HOUSEHOLD.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>After Mrs. Hemans.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They came in beauty, side by side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They filled one house with noise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now they're trotting far and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On feet of girls and boys.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The self-same shoemaker did bend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er every heel and toe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaped all their upper leathers fair,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where are those leathers now?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_195">195</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One pair is kicking 'gainst the bench,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The patient bench, at school;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And two are wading through the mud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And splashing in the pool.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The sea, the blue, lone sea," hath one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He left it on the beach;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A merry wave came dancing up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bore it out of reach.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One sleeps where depths of slimy bog<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are glossed with grasses o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One hasty plunge&mdash;it loosed its hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sank to rise no more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One pair&mdash;aha! I see them now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And know them past all doubt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For through each leather, gaping wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A rosy toe peeps out.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And parted thus, old, dusty, torn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They travel far and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who in the shop, in shining rows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat lately side by side.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And thus they frolic, frolic there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus they caper here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But great and small, and torn and all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mother's heart are dear.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="author">[N. B.&mdash;<i>Also to father's purse.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196">196</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i203a.jpg" width="534" height="169" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_palace">THE PALACE</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It's far away under the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it's far away under the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's a beautiful palace a-waiting<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my little Rosy and me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i203b.jpg" width="529" height="319" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The roof is made of coral,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the floor is made of pearl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And over it all the great waves fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a terrible tumble and whirl.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_197">197</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fishes swim in at the window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fishes swim out at the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the lobsters and eels go dancing quadrilles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All over the beautiful floor.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i204a.jpg" width="534" height="232" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's a silver throne at on end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a golden throne at the other;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on them you see, as plain as can be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Queen Rosy" and "Queen Mother."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I will sit on the silver throne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Rosy shall sit on the gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there we will stay, and frolic and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until we're a thousand years old.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i204b.jpg" width="527" height="200" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198">198</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="bunker_hill_monument">BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i205.jpg" width="256" height="371" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do you see that stately column,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Children dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lifting its gray head to heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Year by year?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Telling of the battle fought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Telling of the good work wrought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Telling of the victory bought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Bought so dear!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! the costly blood that flowed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Children mine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fast as from the purple grapes<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Flows the wine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the heroes lying dead!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the women's hearts that bled!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! the bitter tears they shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Children mine!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long ago the tears were dried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Children dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long ago the weepers died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Year by year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the column old and gray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tells the story day by day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Victory!" it seems to say.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">"Victory's here!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_199">199</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="may">MAY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is there anything new to sing about you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any unhackneyed thing about you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Pray, my dear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anything that has not been sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long ago, when the world was young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By silver throat and golden tongue?<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Say, my dear!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So many have said that your eyes are blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It must be a tiresome fact, though true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if I, for one, my gracious Queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should boldly assert that your eyes are green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twould be a relief to you, I ween.<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Eh, my dear?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We know, at the touch of your garment's fold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The daisies come starring with white and gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">The way, my dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We know that the painted blossoms all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come starting up at your gentle call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By dale and meadow and garden wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_200">200</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We know that your birds have the sweetest tune,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lovers love best beneath your moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">They say, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I might add that your perfumed kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is considered productive of highest bliss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you must be so tired of hearing this.<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Eh, my dear?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No, I really don't think there's anything fresh<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Or new, my dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For life is short, and available rhymes<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Are few, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So if I say nought about vernal bowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forbear to mention the sunlit showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think I shall make the best use of my powers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Don't you, my dear?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And yet&mdash;yet I cannot help loving you so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">May, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the old words, whether I will or no,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">I say, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how you are fair, and how you are sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My loving lips forever repeat,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And is this the reason you pass so fleet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Ah, stay, my dear!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_201">201</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i208.jpg" width="534" height="492" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="gregory_griggs">GREGORY GRIGGS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had forty-seven different wigs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wore them up, and he wore them down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To please the people of Boston town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wore them east, and he wore them west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he never could tell which he liked the best.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_202">202</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="a_nursery_tragedy">A NURSERY TRAGEDY.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was a lordly elephant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His name, his name was Sprite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He stood upon the nursery floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All ready for a fight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He looked upon the rocking-horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who proudly prancing stood:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O rocking-horse! O shocking horse!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm thirsting for your blood!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i209.jpg" width="520" height="298" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"How dare you stand and look at me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You ugly snorting thing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know, that of every living beast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The elephant is king!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_203">203</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And if a person looks at me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless I give him leave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's very apt to meet his death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too swiftly for reprieve.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You are the most unpleasant beast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I e'er have looked on yet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although the stupid children here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will make of you a pet.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I hate your tail of waving hair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hate your bits of brass!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But more, oh, more than all, I hate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your gleaming eyes of glass!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Were you of cotton-flannel made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As nursery beasts should be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With eyes of good black boot-buttons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You then might look at me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I might forgive your want of tusks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your lack of trunk forgive;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that wild, goggling, glassy glare&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No! never, while I live!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"So get you gone, you rocking-horse!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go to your closet-shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there, behind the wood-basket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conceal your ugly head!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_204">204</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But as the elephant thus did scold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rage and fume and roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rocking-horse rocked over him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And crushed him to the floor.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i211.jpg" width="475" height="304" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_205">205</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_umbrella_brigade">THE UMBRELLA BRIGADE</a></h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i212.jpg" width="529" height="745" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pitter patter!" falls the rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the school-room window-pane.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a plashing! such a dashing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will it e'er be dry again?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down the gutter rolls a flood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the crossing's deep in mud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the puddles! oh, the puddles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are a sight to stir one's blood!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> But let it rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Tree-toads and frogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Muskets and pitchforks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Kittens and dogs!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Dash away! plash away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Who is afraid?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Here we go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The Umbrella Brigade!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_206">206</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pull the boots up to the knee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tie the hoods on merrily!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a hustling! such a jostling!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of breath with fun are we.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clatter, clatter, down the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Greeting every one we meet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With our laughing and our chaffing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which the laughing drops repeat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> So let it rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Tree-toads and frogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Muskets and pitchforks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Kittens and dogs!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Dash away! plash away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Who is afraid?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Here we go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The Umbrella Brigade!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_207">207</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_princess_in_saturn_and_the_red_man_in_mars">THE PRINCESS IN SATURN AND THE RED MAN IN MARS.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There once was a princess both fair and tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who did not live on this earth at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She lived up in Saturn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she was a pattern<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of every accomplishment, great and small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The graces and virtues, she had them all.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Greek, Latin, and Hebrew, she had them pat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she played on the sackbut! think of that!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she sang so sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the birds at her feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With envy and sorrow fell down quite flat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've been told they fell down quite remarkably flat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now all the princes and all the kings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lived in Saturn and all his rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They came and knelt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the princess dwelt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they brought her all sorts of beautiful things,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! quite an assortment of elegant things.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For one king brought her a diamond hat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And another presented a two-legged cat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While another one said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"When my uncle is dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will give you his monkey. Be sure of that!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His talented monkey; depend upon that!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_208">208</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One powerful prince, with a haughty stride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came forward and said, "If you'll be my bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall have the Great Bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To powder your hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the small one to lace up your boots beside,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lace up your boots, and to shine them beside."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the princess sighed; and softly she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Alas! not one of you all can I wed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis my positive plan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To marry a man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lives up in Mars, and is painted red,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his head to his feet, quite a violent red.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I have often looked through my opera-glass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And up and down I have seen him pass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so bright was his hue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so lovely to view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I felt that in him lay my fate, alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I read in his red my own fate, alas!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"So now, if you love me as fond and true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As all of you think that all of you do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You will help me to wed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My 'Study in Red.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, kings and princes, now pray you, do!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You <i>dear</i> kings and princes, I beg of you, do!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The kings and princes arose with a frown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And first they looked up, and then they looked down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a man of them spoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he'd straightened his cloak,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_209">209</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And settled his wig, and adjusted his crown.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_210">210</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i216.jpg" width="458" height="680" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE PRINCESS IN SATURN.</p>
+
+<div class="inset34">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then, "If you honestly wish," they said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"To marry a man who is <i>painted red</i>"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(In Saturn, I ween,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the people are green),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We don't know that there's anything more to be said,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your Highness, there seems nothing more to be said."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So they called a comet, and told him to go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Red Man in Mars, and give him to know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a princess in Saturn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of virtues the pattern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Desired to marry him, whether or no,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was determined to marry him, whether or no.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away whizzed the comet, and soon he came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Red Man in Mars, and called him by name.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And telling his news,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Begged him not to refuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To send back an answer at once to the same,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Just you make up your mind in regard to the same!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the Red Man sighed, and mournfully said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My friend, 'tis our law that all wives <i>must</i> be red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if I should be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a wife who is green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our king would be apt at removing my head,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a moment he'd lose in removing my head.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But if the young lady (who's surely most kind),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could in any way make up her princessly mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To turn <i>herself red</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It need hardly be said<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a lover devoted in me she would find,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a husband adoring in me she would find."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_211">211</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The comet whizzed back with the answer again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the kings and the princes received it with pain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sure, the princess's green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has so brilliant a sheen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the thought of a change is exceedingly vain,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The idea of a change is prepost'rously vain."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when the princess this message heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She said, "I see nothing in this that's absurd."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to blush she began;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she blushed till the Man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Mars was less ruddy by half, on my word,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less red by a generous half, on my word!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She blushed over cheek and lip and brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From her fair little head to her trim little toe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her hat and her shoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her farthingale too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They blushed just as red as herself, I vow,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They blushed for the love of herself, I vow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She blushed till the Northern Lights grew pale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Scorpion danced on the tip of his tail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Red Man came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a fiery flame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cried, "My bee-yutiful bride, all hail!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My blushing, bee-yutiful bride, all hail!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And so they were married, both he and she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the color of both was quite scarlet to see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they lived, the tale says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the end of their days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As happy, as happy, as happy could be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure, no other couple so happy could be.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_212">212</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For she loved him in Hebrew, and likewise in Greek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Latin tongue also she freely did speak.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sackbut she'd play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every hour in the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the Red Man in Mars would with ecstasy squeak,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till her cochineal husband with rapture would squeak.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the people in Saturn were sad, I ween,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And evermore greener they grew, and more green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the princes and kings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said such heartbreaking things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In these mirth-loving pages they must not be seen:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I really must stop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the subject must drop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it won't do at all for such things to be seen.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="wiggle_and_waggle_and_bubble_and_squeak">WIGGLE AND WAGGLE AND BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went their fortunes for to seek;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went to sea in a chicken-coop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they lived on mulligatawney soup.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They cooked their soup every day in the week;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They cooked their soup in a chimney-pot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there the water was always hot.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each gave the other one's nose a tweak;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They tweaked so hard that it took their breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so they met an untimely death.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_213">213</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i220.jpg" width="517" height="575" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="gret_granfther">Gret Gran'f'ther.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What! take Gret Gran'f'ther's musket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thet he kerried at Bunker Hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' go a-gunnin' fer sparrers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Solomon Judd an' Bill?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You let thet musket alone, Dan'l!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' git down from thet air stool.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You've just time enough to hold this yarn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Afore ye go off to school.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thar! don't ye wriggle an' twist, sonny!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The yarn's fer yer own new socks;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's safer to hold than muskets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their triggers an' riggers an' locks.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_214">214</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A musket to shoot at sparrers!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wal, boys is up to sech tricks!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' thet old un, too, thet ain't ben tetched<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sence seventeen seventy-six!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But I set more store by its rusty stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than the finest money could buy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' if you'll stan' stiddy, Dan'l,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll tell ye the reason why.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You never seed Gret Gran'f'ther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you've seed his pictur, boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the smilin' mouth, an' the big brown eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jes' brimmin' with life and joy.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wal! he war'n't like thet when I seed him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his sperrit was lively still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fer all his white hair an' empty sleeve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As it was at Bunker Hill.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An' many's the time he's told me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Settin' here in this very cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the fust time he shouldered thet musket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the Continental year.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How out in the field a-mowin',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He seed the bay'nets glance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' ran fer his gun with a lighter heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever he went to a dance.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jest as he was,&mdash;in his shirt-sleeves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Fer the day was warm and bright),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' no hat,&mdash;but shoulderin' his musket,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_215">215</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Gret Gran'f'ther went to the fight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i222.jpg" width="334" height="570" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An' thar upon Bunker hillside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whar the smoke hung thick an' gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He went a-gunnin' fer redcoats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As you'd go fer sparrers to-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_216">216</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey! but the balls were whistlin'!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' the flashes kem thick an' fast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But whose-ever musket hed fust word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gret Gran'f'ther's hed the last.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then a gunner was shot beside him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thet handled a six-pound gun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' they called fer a man to tend her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' Gran'f'ther said he was one.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I ain't never fired a gun," said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"But I'll do my prideful best;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' ef all you want is a man, Colonel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mebbe I'm as good as the rest."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An' I reckon he was! fer he stood thar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' fired thet six-pound gun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till every redcoat within his range<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hed either dropped or run.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then all of a suddent thar kem a crack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A flash an' a twinge an' a thrill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' Gran'f'ther's right arm dropped by his side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' hung thar, limp an' still.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jest fer a moment, I've heard him say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hull world seemed to reel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' a hummin' sound went through his ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like Gran'm'ther's spinnin'-wheel.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But he hedn't no time for faintin',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor he hedn't no time for pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It's well I'm left-handed!" says Gran'f'ther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' he fired the gun again.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_217">217</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bimeby, when the Colonel found him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arter the fight was done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was lyin', all black like a nigger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' senseless, along by his gun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the boys made a kind o' stretcher,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' jest as they laid him a-top,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The balls was all gone," he says, "Colonel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I was obleeged to stop."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yes! thet was the way Gret Gran'f'ther fit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' the way he lost his arm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he shot with his left till the land was free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' then he kem back to the farm.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An' he laid his musket acrost them hooks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' thar it's laid to this day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' spite o' you an' the sparrers, Dan'l,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thar's whar it's a-goin' to stay.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The school-bell! run now, sonny boy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' thank ye fer standin' still.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What's thet? Ay! Hurrah fer Gret Gran'f'ther!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' hurrah fer Bunker Hill!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_218">218</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i225.jpg" width="529" height="338" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2 id="day_dreams">DAY DREAMS.</h2>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">White wings over the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fluttering, fluttering over the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White wings over the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What are you bringing to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fairy prince in a golden boat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With golden ringlets that fall and float,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A velvet cap, and a taffety cloak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This you are bringing to me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fairy, fairy princekin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sailing, sailing hither to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silk and satin and velvet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What are you coming to see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little girl in a calico gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hair and eyes of dusky brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who sits on the wharf of the fishing-town,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_219">219</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking away to sea.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_220">220</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i226.jpg" width="461" height="678" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">DAY DREAMS.</p>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Golden, golden sunbeams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch me now with your wands of gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make me a beautiful princess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Radiant to behold.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_221">221</a></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i227.jpg" width="461" height="612" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset26">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue and silver and ermine fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Diamond drops that flash and shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So shall I meet this prince of mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairer than may be told.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">White wings over the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fluttering ever farther away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dark clouds shrouding the sunbeams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sullen and cold and gray.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back I go in my calico gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back to the hut in the fishing-town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And oh, but the night shuts darkly down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After the summer day!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i228.jpg" width="473" height="407" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_222">222</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_battle">THE BATTLE.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>All the children march, each singing a verse in turn, and all
+joining in the refrain.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">I am a German,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Marching, marching.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I am a German,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tum tum tum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Musket on shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Who could be bolder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tramping away at the sound of the drum.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus</i>. Bang! bang! bang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Hear the muskets rattle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Bang! bang! bang! bang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Now we'll have a battle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Shoot 'em through the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Run 'em through the body!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">He who runs away<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is called a Hoddy-Doddy.<a id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">[<i>Repeat after each verse.</i>]<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">I am a Frenchman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Marching, marching.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I am a Frenchman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tum tum tum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">First at the front,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I will bear the battle's brunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tramping away at the sound of the drum.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_223">223</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">I am an Englishman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Marching, marching.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I am an Englishman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tum tum tum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Let the foeman meet me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where's the one to beat me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tramping away at the sound of the drum.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">I am an Irishman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Marching, marching.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I am an Irishman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tum tum tum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">When the battle's ready,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Who'll be there but Paddy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tramping away at the sound of the drum.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">[<i>All together.</i>]<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We are the regiment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Marching, marching.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We are the regiment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tum tum tum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Let the trumpets blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">As we rush to meet the foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a tan tan tara! at the sound of the drum.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> "Though you're such a Hoddy-Doddy!"&mdash;<i>Edward Lear.</i></p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_224">224</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_strange_beast">THE STRANGE BEAST.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Four gay gallants of London town<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Went out to walk on Horsley Down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there they saw a beast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The like of which had ne'er been seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Cheapside or in Strand, I ween,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In West-side or in East.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Its legs were four, its tail was one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So one gallant swore by the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It therefore was a horse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay!" cried the next, "this talk is idle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If 'twere a horse, 'twould have a bridle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A saddle, too, of course."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It has a horn, you will perceive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll therefore call it, by your leave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A unicorn of pride."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The others vowed by stick and fiddle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The unicorn wore his horn in the middle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And not upon the side.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I call't a lion!" said the third.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay!" cried the fourth, "that's <i>too</i> absurd!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The creature has no mane.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To one who has a judgment fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It would appear to be a bear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And this I will maintain."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_225">225</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The beast (I'll tell the secret now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas Farmer Giles's one-horned cow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her other horn was broken)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Advanced, meanwhile, toward the four,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as 'twas supper-time and more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mooed loud, by way of token.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With shriek and scream those gallants gay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To London town fled back away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as they might fare.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when at home they stopped to rest 'em,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A whole menagerie had chased 'em,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As every one could swear.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="a_garden_jingle">A GARDEN JINGLE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three little peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three little peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three little peas in a pod.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pod it was green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fair to be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they wanted to go abroad.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And "Oh," said they,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"To be far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out in the air so green!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To flutter and fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the birds that go by!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We would envy nor king nor queen."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_226">226</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three little peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three little peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three little peas in a pod.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Harry he took them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rattled and shook them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fired them all abroad.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first one fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right into the well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And learned how to float and swim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The second did fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into Roderick's eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sorely disgusted him.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the third little pea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right venturesomely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight up in the air it flew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it stared in surprise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With both of its eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find that the air was blue.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="the_baby_goes_to_boston">THE BABY GOES TO BOSTON.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset22">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What does the train say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What does the train say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle jee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will the little baby go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding with the locomo?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loky moky poky stoky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Smoky choky chee!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_227">227</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ting! ting! the bells ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ting! ting! the bells ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle jee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring for joy because we go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding with the locomo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loky moky poky stoky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Smoky choky chee!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look! how the trees run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each chasing t'other one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle jee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are they running for to go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riding with the locomo?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loky moky poky stoky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Smoky choky chee!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Over the hills now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down through the vale below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle jee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the cows and horses run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crying, "Won't you take us on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loky moky poky stoky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Smoky choky chee?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, so, the miles go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now it's fast and now it's slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jiggle joggle jee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we're at our journey's end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say good-by to snorting friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loky moky poky stoky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Smoky choky chee!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_228">228</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_flag_in_the_schoolroom">THE FLAG IN THE SCHOOLROOM.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="h4">[<i>Written for the Central Street Grammar School, Gardiner, Me.,
+Dec. 20, 1880.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goddess Freedom, look abroad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thy snowy mount to-night!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all thy realm so fair and broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt not see a fairer sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youthful hearts, so glad and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paying homage due to thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youthful voices, fresh and strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing thine immortal song.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As the stars with many a ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deck thy banner's azure field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So these children stand to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stars of hope upon thy shield.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May each boy, to manhood grown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever, Freedom, be thine own;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now thy nursling, frail and tender,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then thy strength and thy defender.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the years that are to come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be they dark or be they bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make in these young hearts thy home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raise them to thy lofty height.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep them still, in manhood's glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pure as is our northern snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep their faith, till life be done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright as is our northern sun!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_229">229</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="johnny_jump-up">JOHNNY JUMP-UP.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset28">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who wakes earliest in the morn?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sure you'll think it is the lark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who before the daylight's born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rises singing through the dark.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But though sweet the lark may carol,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Early to his mate may call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Carols loud before them all.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who wakes latest in the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the sun is gone to bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When each tiny blossom bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nods in sleep its pretty head?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Other babies all are sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mother's eyelids droop and fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Waketh later than them all.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnny's eyes are very lovely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Johnny's eyes are very blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one hardly cares to see them<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Snap and dance the whole night through.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnny's laugh is clear and ringing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tinkling like a silver bell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a child should <i>not</i> be singing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Morning, noon, and night as well.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_230">230</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rules us with his tiny hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord and master, king and kaiser,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the realm of Nurseryland.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take your pleasure without measure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laugh and crow, and whoop and call!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We're your faithful servants all!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="the_outlandishman">THE OUTLANDISHMAN.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset32">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Outlandishman came o'er the sea, o'er the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a skipaway flipaway boat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And who so merry, so merry as he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As soon as he got afloat?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He sat on the poop to gobble his soup<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a spoon, with a spoon of the best;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And part of his fast he broke on the mast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And smashed on the bowsprit the rest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He lowered his line in the deep, in the deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And invited the fishlikins up;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he hung them in rows in front of his nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wished it were time to sup.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the Bottlegreen Bovis arose, arose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And asked was he game for a fight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he seized on the anchor and threw it with rancor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the foe-fish retired from sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_231">231</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He danced on the deck with never a check<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the clock, till the clock struck nine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his eyes did wink, and he sang "tink a tink!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the mowl of the merry moonshine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lo! all of these things the Outlandishman did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he sailed, as he sailed on the sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, more! yea, more! both sorry and sore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But you never shall learn them from me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a id="a_sleigh-ride">A SLEIGH-RIDE.</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset30">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Merrily over the frozen snow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheeks a-glow and ears a-tingle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tumble in, children, here we go!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Get along, Dobbin! go along, Jack!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bells and voices merrily mingle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swift we fly as an arrow's track.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nose cold, Tommy? Here, rub it with snow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toes ache, Ned? Just kick till they tingle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thump! thump! thump! on the dasher, so!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Snow-wreaths fly like a snow-sea's foam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet bells, sweet laugh, hark! how they mingle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tumble out, children, here we're at home!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_232">232</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i239.jpg" width="545" height="543" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a id="the_little_gnome">The Little Gnome</a></h2>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">Once there lived a little gnome<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Who had made his little home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right down in the middle of the earth, earth, earth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">He was full of fun and frolic,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But his wife was melancholic,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he never could divert her into mirth, mirth, mirth.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_233">233</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">He had tried her with a monkey<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And a parrot and a donkey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a pig that squealed whene'er he pulled its tail, tail, tail.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But though he laughed himself<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Into fits, the jolly elf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still his wifey's melancholy did not fail, fail, fail.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i240a.jpg" width="224" height="258" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE BLINKING BEAR.</p>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">"I will hie me," said the gnome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">"From my worthy earthy home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will go among the dwellings of the men, men, men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>Something</i> funny there must be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That will make her say 'He, he!'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will find it and will bring it her again, 'gain, 'gain."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i240b.jpg" width="242" height="122" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE PATTYPOL.</p>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">So he travelled here and there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And he saw the Blinking Bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Pattypol whose eyes are in his tail, tail, tail.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And he saw the Linking Gloon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Who was playing the bassoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Octopus a-waltzing with the whale, whale, whale.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i240c.jpg" width="192" height="239" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE LINKING GLOON.</p>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">He saw the Chingo Chee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And a lovely sight was he,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_234">234</a></span>
+<span class="i0">With a ringlet and a ribbon on his nose, nose, nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And the Baggle, and the Wogg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And the Cantilunar Dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was throwing cotton-flannel at his foes, foes, foes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">All these the little gnome<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Transported to his home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And set them down before his weeping wife, wife, wife;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But she only cried and cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And she sobbywobbed and sighed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till she really was in danger of her life, life, life.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i241a.jpg" width="232" height="307" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE OCTOPUS AND WHALE.</p>
+
+<div class="inset36">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">Then the gnome was in despair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And he tore his purple hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he sat him down in sorrow on a stone, stone, stone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">"I, too," he said, "will cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Till I tumble down and die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I've had enough of laughing all alone, 'lone, 'lone."<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i241b.jpg" width="524" height="307" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE BAGGLE, THE WOGG, and THE CHINGO CHEE.</p>
+
+<div class="inset40">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">His tears they flowed away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Like a rivulet at play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a bubble, gubble, rubble, o'er the ground, ground, ground.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But when this his wifey saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">She loudly cried "Haw, haw!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here at last is something funny you have found, found, found."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">She laughed, "Ho, ho! he, he!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And she chuckled loud with glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she wiped away her little husband's tears, tears, tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And since then, through wind and weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">They have said "He, he!" together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For several hundred thousand merry years, years, years.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i242.jpg" width="224" height="297" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">THE CANTILUNAR DOG.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_236">236</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a id="the_little_dutchess">The Little Dutchess</a></h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i243.jpg" width="519" height="658" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once there lived a little Dutchess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just beside the Zuyder Zee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Short and stout and roly-poly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a Dutchess ought to be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She had pigs and she had poultry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She had lands and she had gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she loved the Burgomaster,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loved him more than can be told.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Surly, burly Burgomaster,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you have me for your love?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall be my pouter-pigeon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will be your turtle-dove.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You shall have my China porkers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall have each Dorking hen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take them with your loving Dutchess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, you Dutchiest of men!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_237">237</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Loudly laughed the Burgomaster,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Naught I care for Dorking fowls;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naught for pig, unless 'tis roasted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on that my doctor scowls.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Frumpy, stumpy little Dutchess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do not incline to wed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep your pigs and keep your poultry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will take your gold instead.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i244.jpg" width="305" height="251" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="inset24">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I will take your shining florins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will take your fields' rich hoard;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may go and tend your piggies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till your spirits be restored."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Loudly wept the little Dutchess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tending sad each China pig;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loudly laughed the Burgomaster<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath his merry periwig.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_238">238</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Till the Dutchy people, angry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conduct such as this to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took and plumped the pouter-pigeon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right into the Zuyder Zee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+</div><!--inset-->
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i245.jpg" width="544" height="475" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i246.jpg" width="150" height="133" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+</div><!--main-->
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2><a id="books_by_laura_e_richards">BOOKS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS</a></h2>
+
+<p>THE GOLDEN WINDOWS. A Book of Fables for Old and Young</p>
+
+<p><i>Illustrated Edition.</i> With five full-page illustrations and text
+decorations by Arthur E. Becher and Julia Ward Richards. 12mo. Full
+gilt. $1.50.</p>
+
+<p><i>Popular Edition.</i> With frontispiece and text decorations. 16mo.
+$1.00.</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>Simply written, and exquisitely conceived with a little golden
+moral attached to each.&mdash;<i>Boston Herald.</i></p>
+
+<p>Fitly named, for the book is a window into a realm as beautiful
+as it is real.&mdash;<i>The Outlook</i>, New York.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>THE SILVER CROWN. Another Book of Fables for Old and Young</p>
+
+<p>With ornamental initials and title-page by Julia Ward Shaw. 12mo.
+Decorated cloth, gilt top. $1.25.</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>Forty-five simply written fables each with its own delightful
+conception, and its own little moral, fragrant with
+aspiration.&mdash;<i>New York Times.</i></p>
+
+<p>Replete with exquisite feeling and lovely in the telling. No
+child can read them without learning many a lesson tenderly
+imparted, and no grown persons will read them without content
+in their heart-satisfying wisdom.&mdash;<i>Chicago Post.</i></p></blockquote>
+
+<p>THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO</p>
+
+<p>Illustrated by E. H. Garrett. 12mo. Cloth. $1.00.</p>
+
+<p>Toto is a little boy who lives with his blind grandmother on the edge
+of a wood. Toto makes friends with all the wood creatures, from the
+bear to the squirrel, and they frequently come to the house to
+entertain the grandmother with their conversation. Told in a droll way
+which is heartily enjoyed by the children.</p>
+
+<p>TOTO'S MERRY WINTER</p>
+
+<p>Fully illustrated. 12mo. Cloth. $1.00.</p>
+
+<p>Toto's friends of the wood consent to spend the winter with him at the
+cottage. Their adventures and their stories (for they delight to tell
+stories when gathered before the fire) make a volume full of treasures
+for young folks.</p>
+
+<p>IN MY NURSERY. A Book of Rhymes for Young Folks</p>
+
+<p>Profusely illustrated. Small 4to. $1.00 <i>net</i>.</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>Ex-President Theodore Roosevelt says:</p>
+
+<p>"There is a book I did not have when I was a child because it
+was not written. It is Laura E. Richards' nursery rhymes. My
+own children loved them dearly and their mother and I love them
+almost equally."</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>THE PIG BROTHER</p>
+
+<p>Illustrated. 12mo. 40 cents <i>net</i>.</p>
+
+<p>A collection of the best of Mrs. Richards' short stories and verses
+for children of nine or ten.</p>
+
+<p>LITTLE, BROWN, &amp; COMPANY, Publishers 34 BEACON STREET :: :: :: :: ::
+BOSTON, MASS.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of In My Nursery, by Laura E. Richards
+
+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: In My Nursery
+
+Author: Laura E. Richards
+
+Release Date: May 20, 2012 [EBook #39741]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN MY NURSERY ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Katherine Ward, Matthew Wheaton and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+    IN MY NURSERY.
+
+    BY
+    LAURA E. RICHARDS,
+
+
+    AUTHOR OF
+    "THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO," "TOTO'S MERRY WINTER," ETC.
+
+    BOSTON:
+    LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.
+
+
+    _Copyright, 1890,_
+    BY ROBERTS BROTHERS
+
+    _All rights reserved._
+
+    Printers
+    S. J. PARKHILL & CO., BOSTON, U.S.A.
+
+
+    To my Mother,
+
+    JULIA WARD HOWE.
+
+    _Sweet! when first my baby ear
+    Curled itself and learned to hear,
+    'Twas your silver-singing voice
+    Made my baby heart rejoice._
+
+    _Hushed upon your tender breast,
+    Soft you sang me to my rest;
+    Waking, when I sought my play,
+    Still your singing led the way._
+
+    _Cradle songs, more soft and low
+    Than the bird croons on the bough;
+    Olden ballads, grave and gay,
+    Warrior's chant, and lover's lay._
+
+    _So my baby hours went
+    In a cadence of content,
+    To the music and the rhyme
+    Keeping tune and keeping time._
+
+    _So you taught me, too, ere long,
+    All our life should be a song,--
+    Should a faltering prelude be
+    To the heavenly harmony;_
+
+    _And with gracious words and high,
+    Bade me look beyond the sky,
+    To the Glory throned above,
+    To th' eternal Light and Love._
+
+    _Many years have blossomed by:
+    Far and far from childhood I;
+    Yet its sunrays on me fall,
+    Here among my children all._
+
+    _So among my babes I go,
+    Singing high and singing low;
+    Striving for the silver tone
+    Which my memory holds alone._
+
+    _If I chant my little lays
+    Tunefully, be yours the praise;
+    If I fail, 'tis I must rue
+    Not t' have closelier followed you._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+    Dedication
+    In my Nursery
+    The Baby's Future
+    Baby's Hand
+    The First Tooth
+    Johnny's By-low Song
+    Baby's Valentine
+    The Rain
+    The Ballad of the Fairy Spoon
+    Song of the Little Winds
+    Good-night Song
+    Another "Good-night"
+    "A Bee came tumbling"
+    Jingle
+    Little Old Baby
+    Baby's Journey
+    The Bumble-bee
+    The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-pan
+    Young (one)'s Night Thoughts
+    Little Sunbeam
+    Baby's Belongings
+    Infantry Tactics
+    Baby Bo
+    The Difference
+    Little John Bottlejohn
+    Jemima Brown
+    Alice's Supper
+    Toddlekins
+    Bobbily Boo and Wollypotump
+    Sleepyland
+    Little Brown Bobby
+    Phil's Secret
+    A Song for Hal
+    The Fairies
+    The Queen of the Orkney Islands
+    Baby's Ways
+    Pot and Kettle
+    Punkydoodle and Jollapin
+    Mrs. Snipkin and Mrs. Wobblechin
+    My Sunbeams
+    In the Closet
+    Bed-time
+    Bird-song
+    Geographi
+    Higgledy-piggledy
+    Belinda Blonde
+    Tommy's Dream; or, The Geography Demon
+    Polly's Year
+    What the Robins sing in the Morning
+    The Eve of the Glorious Fourth
+    The Dandy Cat
+    A Party
+    Jumbo Jee
+    An Indian Ballad
+    The Egg
+    Wouldn't
+    Will-o'-the-wisp
+    Nonsense Verses
+    An Old Rat's Tale
+    To the Little Girl who wriggles
+    The Forty little Ducklings
+    The Mouse
+    A Valentine
+    Jamie in the Garden
+    Somebody's Boy (not mine)
+    Bogy
+    The Mermaidens
+    The Phrisky Phrog
+    The Ambitious Chicken
+    The Boy and the Brook
+    The Shark
+    The Easter Hen
+    Pump and Planet
+    The Postman
+    Hopsy Upsy
+    Little Black Monkey
+    Jippy and Jimmy
+    Master Jack's Song
+    Mother Rosebush
+    The Five Little Princesses
+    The Hornet and the Bee
+    The Three Little Chickens who went out to Tea
+    A Legend of Lake Okeefinokee
+    Grandpapa's Valentine
+    Alibazan
+    The Three Fishers
+    Peepsy
+    May Song
+    Two Little Valentines
+    A Howl about an Owl
+    Our Celebration
+    The Song of the Corn-popper
+    What Bobby said
+    Master Jack's Views
+    Emily Jane
+    Song of the Mother whose Children are Fond of Drawing
+    The Seven Little Tigers and the Aged Cook
+    Agamemnon
+    The Wedding
+    Swing Song
+    The Little Cossack
+    What a Very Rude Little Bird said to Johnny this Morning
+    The Monkeys and the Crocodile
+    Painted Ladies
+    Some Fishy Nonsense
+    Lady's Slipper
+    A Little Song to sing to a Little Maid in a Swing
+    Betty in Blossom-time
+    Betty's Song
+    A Nonsense Tragedy
+    From New York to Boston
+    Sandy Godolphin
+    My Clock
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat
+    Rosy Posy
+    Sick-room Fancies.
+          I. My Wall Paper
+          II. My Japanese Fan
+    Marjorie's Knitting
+    He and His Family
+    Easter-time
+    Easter
+    Jacky Frost
+    Subtraction
+    Grandfather Dear
+    Gathering Apples
+    The Ballad of the Beach
+    The Boots of a Household
+    The Palace
+    Bunker Hill Monument
+    May
+    Gregory Griggs
+    A Nursery Tragedy
+    The Umbrella Brigade
+    The Princess in Saturn and the Red Man in Mars
+    Wiggle and Waggle
+    Gret Gran'f'ther
+    Day Dreams
+    The Battle
+    The Strange Beast
+    A Garden Jingle
+    The Baby goes to Boston
+    The Flag in the Schoolroom
+    Johnny Jump-up
+    The Outlandishman
+    A Sleigh-ride
+    The Little Gnome
+    The Little Dutchess
+
+
+
+
+IN MY NURSERY.
+
+
+    In my nursery as I sit,
+    To and fro the children flit:
+    Rosy Alice, eldest born,
+    Rosalind like summer morn,
+    Sturdy Hal, as brown as berry,
+    Little Julia, shy and merry,
+    John the King, who rules us all,
+    And the Baby sweet and small.
+
+    Flitting, flitting to and fro,
+    Light they come and light they go:
+    And their presence fair and young
+    Still I weave into my song.
+    Here rings out their merry laughter,
+    Here their speech comes tripping after:
+    Here their pranks, their sportive ways,
+    Flash along the lyric maze,
+    Till I hardly know, in fine,
+    What is theirs and what is mine:
+    Can but say, through wind and weather,
+    They and I have wrought together.
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY'S FUTURE.
+
+
+    What will the baby be, Mamma,
+    (With a kick and a crow, and a hushaby-low).
+    What will the baby be, Mamma,
+    When he grows up into a man?
+    Will he always kick, and always crow,
+    And flourish his arms and his legs about so,
+    And make up such horrible faces, you know,
+    As ugly as ever he can?
+
+    The baby he may be a soldier, my dear,
+    With a fife and a drum, and a rum-tiddy-tum!
+    The baby he may be a soldier, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    He will draw up his regiment all in a row,
+    And flourish his sword in the face of the foe,
+    Who will hie them away on a tremulous toe,
+    As quickly as ever they can.
+
+    The baby he may be a sailor, my dear,
+    With a fore and an aft, and a tight little craft
+    The baby he may be a sailor, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    He will hoist his sails with a "Yo! heave, ho!"
+    And take in his reefs when it comes on to blow,
+    And shiver his timbers and so forth, you know,
+    On a genuine nautical plan.
+
+    The baby he may be a doctor, my dear,
+    With a powder and pill, and a nice little bill.
+    The baby he may be a doctor, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    He will dose you with rhubarb, and calomel too,
+    With draughts that are black and with pills that are blue;
+    And the chances will be, when he's finished with you,
+    You'll be worse off than when he began.
+
+    The baby he may be a lawyer, my dear,
+    With a bag and a fee, and a legal decree.
+    The baby he may be a lawyer, my dear,
+    When he grows up into a man.
+    But, oh! dear me, should I tell to you
+    The terrible things that a lawyer can do,
+    You would take to your heels when he came into view,
+    And run from Beersheba to Dan.
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S HAND.
+
+
+    Like a little crumpled roseleaf
+    It lies on my bosom now,
+    Like a tiny sunset cloudlet,
+    Like a flake of rose-tinted snow;
+    And the pretty, helpless fingers
+    Are never a moment at rest,
+    But ever are moving and straying
+    About on the mother's breast:
+    Trying to grasp the sunbeam
+    That streams through the window high;
+    Trying to catch the white garments
+    Of the angels hovering by.
+    And as she pats and caresses
+    The dear little lovely hand,
+    The mother's thoughts go forward
+    Toward the future's shadowy land.
+    And ever her anxious vision
+    Strives to pierce each coming year,
+    With a mother's height of rapture,
+    With a mother's depth of fear,
+    As she thinks, "In the years that are coming,
+    Be they many or be they few,
+    What work is the good God sending
+    For this little hand to do?
+    Will it always be open in giving,
+    And always strong for the right?
+    Will it always be ready for labor,
+    Yet always gentle and light?
+    Will it wield the brush or the chisel
+    In the magical realms of Art?
+    Will it waken the loveliest music
+    To gladden the weary heart?
+    Will it smooth the sufferer's pillow,
+    Bring rest to his aching head?
+    Will it proffer the cup of cold water?
+    By it shall the hungry be fed?
+    Oh! in the years that are coming,
+    Be they many or be they few,
+    What now is the good God sending
+    For this little hand to do?"
+    Thus the mother's anxious vision
+    Strives to pierce each coming year,
+    With a mother's height of rapture,
+    With a mother's depth of fear.
+    Ah! whatever may be its fortunes,
+    Whatever in life its part,
+    This little wee hand will never loose
+    Its hold on the mother's heart.
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST TOOTH.
+
+
+    My own little beautiful Baby,
+    You're weeping most bitterly, dear!
+    There'd soon be a lake, if we treasured
+    Each sweet little silvery tear.
+
+    A lake? Nay! an ocean of sorrow
+    Would murmur and sigh at your feet,
+    And you would be drowned in your tear-drops,
+    My own little Baby sweet.
+
+    But, darling, as in the wide ocean
+    The divers plunge boldly down,
+    And bring up the radiant pearl-drops
+    To set in some royal crown,
+
+    E'en so from the sea of your sorrow,
+    This dolorous "fountain of youth,"
+    Will come, ere a week be over,
+    A little wee pearly tooth.
+
+    And then the tears will all vanish,
+    Dried up by the sunshine of smiles;
+    And we'll have back our own little Alice,
+    With her merriest frolics and wiles.
+
+    And whenever you laugh, my Baby,
+    Through all your life's happy years,
+    You'll show us the radiant pearl-drop
+    That you brought from the ocean of tears.
+
+
+
+
+JOHNNY'S BY-LOW SONG.
+
+
+    Here on our rock-away horse we go,
+    Johnny and I, to a land we know,--
+    Far away in the sunset gold,
+    A lovelier land than can be told.
+
+    _Chorus._ Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    The gates are ivory set with pearls,
+    One for the boys, and one for the girls:
+    So shut your bonny two eyes of blue,
+    Or else they never will let you through.
+
+    _Chorus._ Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    But what are the children all about?
+    There's never a laugh and never a shout.
+    Why, they all fell asleep, dear, long ago;
+    For how could they keep awake, you know?
+
+    _Chorus._ When all the flowers went niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    When all the flowers went niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sang by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    And each little brown or golden head
+    Is pillowed soft in a satin bed,--
+    A satin bed with sheets of silk,
+    As soft as down and as white as milk.
+
+    _Chorus_. And all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    And all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+    The brook in its sleep goes babbling by,
+    And the fat little clouds are asleep in the sky;
+    And now little Johnny is sleeping too,
+    So open the gates and pass him through.
+
+    _Chorus_. Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    Nod, nod, niddlety nod!
+    Where all the flowers go niddlety nod,
+    And all the birds sing by-low!
+    Lullaby, lullaby, by-low.
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S VALENTINE.
+
+
+    Valentine, O Valentine,
+    Pretty little Love of mine;
+    Little Love whose yellow hair
+    Makes the daffodils despair;
+    Little Love whose shining eyes
+    Fill the stars with sad surprise:
+    Hither turn your ten wee toes,
+    Each a tiny shut-up rose,
+    End most fitting and complete
+    For the rosy-pinky feet;
+    Toddle, toddle here to me,
+    For I'm waiting, do you see?--
+    Waiting for to call you mine,
+    Valentine, O Valentine!
+
+    Valentine, O Valentine,
+    I will dress you up so fine!
+    Here's a frock of tulip-leaves,
+    Trimmed with lace the spider weaves;
+    Here's a cap of larkspur blue,
+    Just precisely made for you;
+    Here's a mantle scarlet-dyed,
+    Once the tiger-lily's pride,
+    Spotted all with velvet black
+    Like the fire-beetle's back;
+    Lady-slippers on your feet,
+    Now behold you all complete!
+    Come and let me call you mine,
+    Valentine, O Valentine!
+
+    Valentine, O Valentine,
+    Now a wreath for you I'll twine.
+    I will set you on a throne
+    Where the damask rose has blown,
+    Dropping all her velvet bloom,
+    Carpeting your leafy room:
+    Here while you shall sit in pride,
+    Butterflies all rainbow-pied,
+    Dandy beetles gold and green,
+    Creeping, flying, shall be seen,
+    Every bird that shakes his wings,
+    Every katydid that sings,
+    Wasp and bee with buzz and hum.
+    Hither, hither see them come,
+    Creeping all before your feet,
+    Rendering their homage meet.
+    But 'tis I that call you mine,
+    Valentine, O Valentine!
+
+
+
+
+THE RAIN.
+
+
+    The rain came down from the sky,
+    And we asked it the reason why
+        It would ne'er stay away
+        On washing day,
+    To let our poor clothes get dry.
+
+    The rain came down on the ground,
+    With a clattering, pelting sound,
+        "Indeed, if I stayed
+        Till you called me," it said,
+    "I should not come all the year round!"
+
+
+
+THE BALLAD OF THE FAIRY SPOON.
+
+
+    The little wee baby came tripping
+      All out of the fairy land,
+    With a nosegay of fairy flowers
+      Clasped close in each little wee hand;
+
+    The flower of baby beauty,
+      The flower of baby health,
+    And all the blossomy sweetness
+      That makes up a baby's wealth.
+
+    But still he kept sighing and sobbing,
+      Sighing and sobbing away,
+    Till I said, "Now what ails my Baby,
+      And why does he cry all day?"
+
+    And he answered, "Oh! as I came tripping,
+      I spied a rose by the way:
+    And on it the loveliest dewdrop
+      I'd seen since I came away.
+
+    "But as I was stooping to sip it,
+      A wind came up from the south;
+    And it blew my little wee spoonie
+      Away from my little wee mouth."
+
+    "And what was your little wee spoonie?
+      And what does my Baby mean?"
+    "Oh! the little wee fairy spoonie
+      That was given me by the queen.
+
+    "For whenever a baby leaves her,
+      The queen she grants him a boon,--
+    She fills both his hands with flowers,
+      And puts in his mouth a spoon.
+
+    "And some are made of the hazel,
+      And some are made of the horn;
+    And some are made of the silver white,
+      For the good-luck babes that are born."
+
+    "But what are they for, my Baby?"
+      "Nay! that part I cannot tell!
+    But send for the fairy Spoonman,
+      For he knows it all right well.
+
+    "Oh! the little old fairy Spoonman,
+      He lives in the white, white moon.
+    Send a whisper up by a moonbeam,
+      And he will be down here soon."
+
+    Then I whispered along a moonbeam
+      That silvered the grass so clear,
+    "Oh! little old fairy Spoonman,
+      Come down and comfort my dear!"
+
+    Then something came sliding, sliding
+      Down out of the white, white moon.
+    And something came gliding, gliding
+      Straight in at my window soon.
+
+    And there stood a little old fairy,
+      All bent and withered and black,
+    With a leathern apron about him,
+      And a bundle of spoons at his back.
+
+    And first he looked at my baby,
+      And then he looked at me;
+    And then he looked at his apron,
+      But never a word spake he.
+
+    "Oh! Spoonman dear," said the baby,
+      "The wind blew my spoon away.
+    So now will you give me another,
+      You little black Spoonman, pray?
+
+    "For I did not lose my spoonie,
+      Nor drop it carelessly;
+    But a wind came up to my poor little mouth,
+      And blew it away from me."
+
+    "Now well for you," said the Spoonman,
+      "Little Baby, if this be so.
+    For if you had carelessly lost your spoon,
+      Without it through life you'd go.
+
+    "And well for you, little Baby,
+      If you know your spoon again.
+    For but if you know the very same one,
+      Your asking will be in vain.
+
+    "So say: was it made of the hazel,
+      Or was it made of the horn,
+    Or was it made of the silver white,
+      If a good-luck babe you were born?"
+
+    "Oh! it was nor horn nor hazel,
+      But all of the silver bright;
+    For a good-luck babe I was born indeed,
+      To be my Mammy's delight."
+
+    "Then take your spoon, little Baby,
+      With the fairies' blessing free,
+    For the south wind blew it around the world,
+      And blew it again to me."
+
+    With that he gave to my baby
+      The tiniest silver spoon.
+    Then out he slipped in the moonlight,
+      And we lost him from sight right soon.
+
+    Now some may think I am foolish,
+      And some may think I am mad;
+    But never once since that very night
+      Has my baby been cross or sad.
+
+    And I counsel all anxious mothers
+      Whose babies are crying in pain,
+    To send for the fairy Spoonman,
+      And get them their spoons again.
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS.
+
+
+    The birdies may sleep, but the winds must wake
+    Early and late, for the birdies' sake.
+    Kissing them, fanning them, soft and sweet,
+    E'en till the dark and the dawning meet.
+
+    The flowers may sleep, but the winds must wake
+    Early and late, for the flowers' sake.
+    Rocking the buds on the rose-mother's breast,
+    Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest.
+
+    The children may sleep, but the winds must wake
+    Early and late, for the children's sake.
+    Singing so sweet in each little one's ear,
+    He thinks his mother's own song to hear.
+
+
+
+
+GOOD-NIGHT SONG.
+
+
+    Good-night, Sun! go to bed!
+    Take your crown from your shining head.
+    Now put on your gray night-cap,
+    And shut your eyes for a good long nap.
+
+    Good-night, Sky, bright and blue!
+    Not a wink of sleep for you.
+    You must watch us all the night,
+    With your twinkling eyes so bright.
+
+    Good-night, flowers! now shut up
+    Every swinging bell and cup.
+    Take your sleeping-draught of dew:
+    Pleasant dreams to all of you!
+
+    Good-night, birds, that sweetly sing!
+    Little head 'neath little wing!
+    Every leaf upon the tree
+    Soft shall sing your lullaby.
+
+    Last to you, little child,
+    Sleep is coming soft and mild.
+    Now he shuts your blue eyes bright:
+    Little Baby dear, good-night!
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER "GOOD-NIGHT."
+
+
+    Birds, birds, in the linden-tree,
+    Low, low let your music be!
+    Bees, bees, in the garden bloom,
+    Hushed, hushed be your drowsy hum!
+    Wind, wind, through the lattice waft
+    Still, still, thy breathing soft!
+    Flowers, sweet be the breath you shed:
+    Two little children are going to bed.
+
+    Eyes, eyes, 'neath your curtains white,
+    Veiled, veiled be the sunny light!
+    Lips, lips, like the roses red,
+    Soft, soft be your sweet prayers said!
+    Feet, feet, that have danced all day,
+    Now, now must your dancing stay.
+    Low, low lay each golden head!
+    Two little children are going to bed.
+
+
+
+
+"A BEE CAME TUMBLING"
+
+
+    A bee came tumbling into my ear,
+    And what do you think he remarked, my dear?
+    He said that two tens make up a score,
+    And really and truly I knew that before.
+
+
+
+
+JINGLE.
+
+
+    I jumped on the back of a dragon-fly,
+    And flew and flew till I reached the sky.
+
+    I pulled down a cloud that was hiding the blue,
+    And all the wee stars came tumbling through.
+
+    They tumbled down and they tumbled round,
+    And turned into flowers as they touched the ground.
+
+    So come with me, little children, come,
+    And down in the meadow I'll pick you some.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE OLD BABY.
+
+
+    Little old baby, pretty old baby,
+      Screams and cries at his little old bath,
+    Pours on the head of his little old mother
+      All the full vials of baby wrath.
+
+    Little old baby, pretty old baby,
+      If you could see just how queer you look,--
+    Arms and legs in a knot together,
+      Face twisted up in a terrible crook,--
+
+    How you would straighten out every feature,
+      Masculine vanity all aflame!
+    Fie! what a noise from a little wee creature!
+      _Did_ they abuse him! and _was_ it a shame!
+
+    Little old baby, pretty old baby,
+      Curls himself over and goes to sleep.
+    Ah! such is life, my little old baby,
+      Sleep and forget it, or wake and weep!
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S JOURNEY.
+
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    Where shall the baby go?
+    Over dale and down,
+    To Limerick town,
+    And there shall the baby go.
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    _How_ shall the baby go?
+    In a coach-and-seven,
+    With grooms eleven,
+    And so shall the baby go.
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    _When_ shall the baby go?
+    In the afternoon,
+    By the light of the moon,
+    And then shall the baby go.
+
+    Hoppety hoppety ho!
+    _Why_ shall the baby go?
+    To dance a new jig,
+    And to buy a new wig,
+    And _that's_ why the baby shall go.
+
+
+
+
+THE BUMBLEBEE.
+
+
+    The bumblebee, the bumblebee,
+    He flew to the top of the tulip-tree.
+    He flew to the top, but he could not stop,
+    For he had to get home to his early tea.
+
+    The bumblebee, the bumblebee,
+    He flew away from the tulip-tree;
+    But he made a mistake, and flew into the lake,
+    And he never got home to his early tea.
+
+
+
+
+THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN.
+
+
+    The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
+    They went to call on the soap-fat man.
+    The soap-fat man he was not within:
+    He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
+    So they all came back by the way of the town,
+    And turned the meeting-house upside down.
+
+
+
+
+YOUNG (ONE)'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.
+
+
+    "Hi!" said the baby.
+    "Ho!" said the baby.
+    "Ha!" said the baby,
+    "I won't go to sleep!
+    Naughty old mother,
+    You make such a pother,
+    Just for to bother
+    You, awake I will keep.
+
+    "Dance!" said the baby.
+    "Prance!" said the baby.
+    "Perchance," said the baby,
+    "You think I'm a goose.
+    Vainly you're dreaming
+    Of rest, and your scheming
+    To silence my screaming
+    Is all of no use.
+
+    "Sing!" said the baby.
+    "Ring!" said the baby.
+    "Bring," said the baby,
+    "My rattles and toys.
+    Still I will weep, oh!
+    Awake I will keep, oh!
+    _Won't_ go to sleep, oh!
+    _Will_ make a noise!
+
+    "Walk!" said the baby.
+    "Talk!" said the baby.
+    "I'll balk," said the baby,
+    "Your efforts, one and all.
+
+    Still I'll be scorning,
+    When, towards the morning,
+    Without any warning
+    Asleep I will fall."
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE SUNBEAM.
+
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam,
+    Waking up one day,
+    Down into the garden
+    Took her shining way;
+    Merrily went dancing
+    Down the morning air,
+    Shaking out the sparkles
+    From her golden hair.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Twinkled all about,
+    Down among the green leaves
+    Flitting in and out.
+    Waking up the daisies
+    From their morning doze,
+    Ringing up the lily-bells,
+    Knocking up the rose.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam,
+    Climbing up the wall,
+    On the baby's window
+    Happened for to fall.
+    In the little chamber
+    As she took a peep,
+    There she saw the Lovely One
+    Lying fast asleep.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Tripped into the room,
+    Sweeping out the darkness
+    With her golden broom.
+    All the little shadows,
+    Glimmering and gray,
+    Gathered up their dusky skirts,
+    Softly slid away.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam,
+    Flitting to the bed,
+    Merrily went dancing
+    Round the baby's head.
+    Suddenly there flashed out,
+    To her great surprise,
+    Other little sunbeams
+    From the baby's eyes.
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Said, "How can this be?
+    Whence these little sparklers
+    So unlike to me?
+    Scarce I think they can be
+    Sunbeams real and true,
+    For we all are yellow;
+    These are lovely blue."
+
+    Little yellow Sunbeam
+    Flew back to the sky.
+    Running to her father,
+    She began to cry:
+    "Father, you must vanish!
+    Run and hide your head!
+    There's a brighter sun than you
+    In the baby's bed."
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S BELONGINGS.
+
+
+    Here are the baby's bonny blue eyes.
+      What shall we give her to see?
+    A calico doll and a parrotty poll,
+      As funny as funny can be.
+
+    Here are the baby's little pink ears.
+      What shall we give her to hear?
+    A bell that will ring, and a bird that will sing,
+      And a brook that goes tinkling clear.
+
+    Here is the baby's little wee nose.
+      What shall we give her to smell?
+    A hyacinth blue and a violet too,
+      And roses and lilies as well.
+
+    Here is the baby's pretty red mouth.
+      What shall we give her to eat?
+    A sugary heart and a raspberry tart,
+      And everything else that is sweet.
+
+    And here are the baby's little fat hands.
+      What shall we give her to hold?
+    A sunbeam? That's right! and a rainbow bright,
+      And plenty of silver and gold.
+
+
+
+
+INFANTRY TACTICS.
+
+
+    _Present arms!_ There they are,
+      Both stretched out to me.
+    Strong and sturdy, smooth and white,
+      Fair as arms may be.
+
+    _Ground arms!_ on the floor,
+      Picking up his toys:
+    Breaking all within his reach,
+      Busiest of boys.
+
+    _Right wheel!_ off his cart,
+      Left wheel too is gone.
+    Horsey's head is broken off,
+      Horsey's tail is torn.
+
+    _Quick step_, forward march!
+      Crying, too, he comes.
+    Had a battle with the cat.
+      "Scratched off bofe my fums!"
+
+    _Shoulder arms!_ Here at last,
+      Round my neck they close.
+    Poor little soldier boy
+      Off to quarters goes.
+
+
+
+
+BABY BO.
+
+
+    Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a feather and bring him a song,
+    And sing to him sweetly all the day long.
+
+    Hoppety, kickety, Grasshopper oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn,
+    Hop over his head and then be gone.
+
+    Howlibus, gowlibus, Doggibus oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a snarl and bring him a snap,
+    And bring him a posy to put in his cap.
+
+    Twinkily, winkily, Firefly oh!
+    Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
+    Bring him a moonbeam and bring him a star,
+    Then twinkily, winkily, fly away far.
+
+
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE.
+
+
+    Eight fingers,
+      Ten toes,
+    Two eyes,
+      And one nose.
+    Baby said
+      When she smelt the rose,
+    "Oh! what a pity
+      I've only one nose!"
+
+    Ten teeth
+      In even rows,
+    Three dimples,
+      And one nose.
+    Baby said
+      When she smelt the snuff,
+    "Deary me!
+      One nose is enough."
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.
+
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill,
+      And a blithe little man was he.
+    And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid
+      Who lived in the deep blue sea.
+    And every evening she used to sit
+      And sing on the rocks by the sea,
+    "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Won't you come out to me?"
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn heard her song,
+      And he opened his little door.
+    And he hopped and he skipped, and he skipped and he hopped,
+      Until he came down to the shore.
+    And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,
+      And still she was singing so free,
+    "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Won't you come out to me?"
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,
+      And the mermaid, she made one too,
+    And she said, "Oh! I never saw any one half
+      So perfectly sweet as you!
+    In my lovely home 'neath the ocean foam,
+      How happy we both might be!
+    Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Won't you come down with me?"
+
+    Little John Bottlejohn said, "Oh yes!
+      I'll willingly go with you.
+    And I never shall quail at the sight of your tail,
+      For perhaps I may grow one too."
+    So he took her hand, and he left the land,
+      And plunged in the foaming main.
+    And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
+      Never was seen again.
+
+
+
+
+JEMIMA BROWN.
+
+
+    I.
+
+    Bring her here, my little Alice,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+    Make the little cradle ready!
+      Softly lay her down!
+    Once she lived in ease and comfort,
+      Slept on couch of down;
+    Now upon the floor she's lying,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+    II.
+
+    Once she was a lovely dolly,
+      Rosy-cheeked and fair,
+    With her eyes of brightest azure
+      And her golden hair;
+    Now, alas! no hair's remaining
+      On her poor old crown;
+    And the crown itself is broken,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+    III.
+
+    Once her legs were smooth and comely,
+      And her nose was straight;
+    And that arm, now hanging lonely,
+      Had, methinks, a mate.
+    And she was as finely dressed as
+      Any doll in town.
+    Now she's old, forlorn, and ragged,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+    IV.
+
+    Yet be kind to her, my Alice;
+      'Tis no fault of hers
+    If her wilful little mistress
+      Other dolls prefers.
+    Did _she_ pull her pretty hair out?
+      Did _she_ break her crown?
+    Did _she_ pull her arms and legs off,
+      Poor Jemima Brown?
+
+
+    V.
+
+    Little hands that did the mischief,
+      You must do your best
+    Now to give the poor old dolly
+      Comfortable rest.
+    So we'll make the cradle ready,
+      And we'll lay her down;
+    And we'll ask Papa to mend her,
+      Poor Jemima Brown!
+
+
+
+
+ALICE'S SUPPER.
+
+
+    Far down in the meadow the wheat grows green,
+    And the reapers are whetting their sickles so keen;
+    And this is the song that I hear them sing,
+    While cheery and loud their voices ring:
+    "'Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!
+    And it is for Alice's supper, ho! ho!"
+
+    Far down in the valley the old mill stands,
+    And the miller is rubbing his dusty white hands;
+    And these are the words of the miller's lay,
+    As he watches the millstones a-grinding away:
+    "'Tis the finest flour that money can buy,
+    And it is for Alice's supper, hi! hi!"
+
+    Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,
+    And Maggie is kneading the soft white dough,
+    And this is the song that she's singing to-day,
+    While merry and busy she's working away:
+    "'Tis the finest dough, by near or by far,
+    And it is for Alice's supper, ha! ha!"
+
+    And now to the nursery comes Nannie at last,
+    And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?
+    'Tis a plate full of something all yellow and white,
+    And she sings as she comes with her smile so bright:
+    "'Tis the best bread-and-butter I ever did see!
+    And it is for Alice's supper, he! he!"
+
+
+
+
+TODDLEKINS.
+
+
+    Butterfly,
+    Flutter by,
+    Through the summer air;
+    Roses bloom,
+    Sweet perfume
+    Shedding everywhere;
+    Robins sing,
+    Bluebells ring
+    Greeting to my dear,
+    When her sweet
+    Tiny feet
+    Bring her toddling here.
+
+    Pitapat!
+    Little fat
+    Funny baby toes!
+    Do not stumble,
+    Or she'll tumble
+    On her baby nose.
+    Closer cling,
+    Little thing,
+    To your mother's side,
+    Baby mine,
+    Fair and fine,
+    Mother's joy and pride.
+
+
+
+
+BOBBILY BOO AND WOLLYPOTUMP.
+
+
+    Bobbily Boo, the king so free,
+    He used to drink the Mango tea.
+    Mango tea and coffee, too,
+    He drank them both till his nose turned blue.
+
+    Wollypotump, the queen so high,
+    She used to eat the Gumbo pie.
+    Gumbo pie and Gumbo cake,
+    She ate them both till her teeth did break.
+
+    Bobbily Boo and Wollypotump,
+    Each called the other a greedy frump.
+    And when these terrible words were said,
+    They sat and cried till they both were dead.
+
+
+
+
+SLEEPYLAND.
+
+
+    Baby's been in Sleepyland,
+    Over the hills, over the hills.
+    Baby's been in Sleepyland
+    All the rainy morning.
+    From the cradle where she lay,
+    Up she jumped and flew away,
+    For Sleepyland is bright and gay
+    Every rainy morning.
+
+    What did you see in Sleepyland,
+    Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?
+    What did you see in Sleepyland,
+    All the rainy morning?
+    Saw the sun that shone so twinkily,
+    Saw the grass that waved so crinkily,
+    Saw the brook that flowed so tinkily,
+    All the lovely morning.
+
+    What did you hear in Sleepyland,
+    Over the hills, over the hills?
+    What did you hear in Sleepyland,
+    All the rainy morning?
+    Heard the winds that wooed so wooingly,
+    Heard the doves that cooed so cooingly,
+    Heard the cows that mooed so mooingly,
+    All the lovely morning.
+
+    What did you do in Sleepyland,
+    Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?
+    What did you do in Sleepyland,
+    All the rainy morning?
+    Sang a song with a blue canary,
+    Danced a dance with a golden fairy,
+    Rode about on a cinnamon beary,
+    All the lovely morning.
+
+    Would I could go to Sleepyland,
+    Over the hills, over the hills;
+    Would I could go to Sleepyland,
+    Every rainy morning.
+    But to Sleepyland, as I have been told,
+    No one may go after three years old,
+    So poor old Mammy stays out in the cold,
+    Every rainy morning.
+
+
+
+
+Little Brown Bobby.
+
+
+    Little Brown Bobby sat on the barn floor
+    Little Brown Bobby looked in at the door,
+    Little Brown Bobby   said "Lackaday!
+    Who'll drive me this little brown bobby away?"
+    Little Brown Bobby said "Shoo! shoo! shoo!"
+    Little Brown Bobby said "Moo! moo! moo!"
+    This frightened them so that both of them cried,
+    And wished they were back at their Mammy's side!
+
+
+
+
+PHIL'S SECRET.
+
+
+    I know a little girl,
+    But I won't tell who!
+    Her hair is of the gold,
+    And her eyes are of the blue.
+    Her smile is of the sweet,
+    And her heart is of the true.
+    Such a pretty little girl!--
+    But I won't tell who.
+
+    I see her every day,
+    But I won't tell where!
+    It may be in the lane,
+    By the thorn-tree there.
+    It may be in the garden,
+    By the rose-beds fair.
+    Such a pretty little girl!--
+    But I won't tell where.
+
+    I'll marry her some day,
+    But I won't tell when!
+    The very smallest boys
+    Make the very biggest men.
+    When I'm as tall as father,
+    You may ask about it then.
+    Such a pretty little girl!--
+    But I won't tell when.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG FOR HAL.
+
+
+    Once I saw a little boat, and a pretty, pretty boat,
+    When daybreak the hills was adorning,
+    And into it I jumped, and away I did float,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    _Chorus._   And every little wave had its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
+    And every little wave had its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    All the fishes were asleep in their caves cool and deep,
+    When the ripple round my keel flashed a warning.
+    Said the minnow to the skate, "We must certainly be late,
+    Though I thought 'twas very early in the morning."
+
+    _Chorus._   For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
+    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    The lobster darkly green soon appeared upon the scene,
+    And pearly drops his claws were adorning.
+    Quoth he, "May I be boiled, if I'll have my slumber spoiled,
+    So very, very early in the morning!"
+
+    _Chorus._   For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on,
+    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    Said the sturgeon to the eel, "Just imagine how I feel,
+    Thus roused without a syllable of warning.
+    People ought to let us know when a-sailing they would go,
+    So very, very early in the morning."
+
+    _Chorus._   When every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
+    When every little wave has its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    Just then up jumped the sun, and the fishes every one
+    For their laziness at once fell a-mourning.
+    But I stayed to hear no more, for my boat had reached the shore,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    _Chorus._   And every little wave took its nightcap off,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap off.
+    And every little wave took its nightcap off,
+    And courtesied to the sun in the morning.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES.
+
+
+    Is it true, my mother?
+    Can it really be,
+    That the little fairies
+    Every day you see?
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    Wonderful and wise,
+    Have you really seen them
+    With your own two eyes?
+
+    Tell me where their home is,
+    Dearest mother mine.
+    Is it in the garden
+    'Neath the clustering vine?
+    Is it in the meadow,
+    'Mid the grasses tall?
+    Is it by the brookside,
+    Sweetest place of all?
+
+    Deep within the woodland,
+    Shall I find them then,--
+    Pretty little maidens,
+    Pretty little men;
+    Curled among the roseleaves,
+    Stretched along the fern,
+    Where no wind can shake them,
+    And no sunbeams burn?
+
+    Does the little queen live
+    In a great red rose,
+    Twenty elves to fan her
+    When to sleep she goes;
+    Coverlet of lilies
+    Sprinkled o'er with pearls,
+    Golden stars a-twinkling
+    In her golden curls?
+
+    Do they paint the flowers?
+    Do they teach the birds
+    All their lovely music,
+    With its strange, sweet words?
+    Oh! but tell me, mother!
+    Is it really true?
+    And when next you seek them,
+    Will you take me too?
+
+    True it is, my darling,
+    True as true can be,
+    That the little fairies
+    Every day I see,
+    Not within the meadow,
+    Not in woodland gloom,
+    But in brightest sunshine,
+    In this very room.
+
+    Singing like the robin,
+    Chirping like the wren,
+    Pretty little maidens,
+    Pretty little men;
+    Leaning o'er my shoulder,
+    Swinging on my chair,
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    I see them everywhere.
+
+    Peeping at the window,
+    Peeping at the door,
+    If I bid them scamper,
+    Peeping all the more.
+    Little sweetest voices
+    Laughing merrily,
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    They'll never let me be.
+
+    Tugging at my apron,
+    Twitching at my gown,
+    Climbing up into my lap,
+    Rumble-tumbling down.
+    Naughty little blue eyes,
+    Full of impish glee,
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    They'll never let me be!
+
+    All are kings and queens, dear,
+    Every smallest one;
+    And on mother's knee here
+    Is their regal throne.
+    Look into the glass, dear!
+    One of them you'll see.
+    Oh! the little fairies,
+    God bless them all for me!
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.
+
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She's travelling over the sea:
+    She's bringing a beautiful cuttlefish,
+    To play with my baby and me.
+
+    Oh! his head is three miles long, my dear,
+    His tail is three miles short.
+    And when he goes out he wriggles his snout,
+    In a way that no cuttlefish ought.
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She rides on a sea-green whale.
+    He takes her a mile, with an elegant smile,
+    At every flip of his tail.
+
+    He can snuffle and snore like a Highlandman,
+    And swear like a Portugee;
+    He can amble and prance like a peer of France,
+    And lie like a heathen Chinee.
+
+    [Illustration: QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.]
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She dresses in wonderful taste.
+    The sea-serpent coils, all painted in oils,
+    Around her bee-yu-tiful waist.
+
+    Oh! her gown is made of the green sea-kale;
+    And though she knows nothing of feet,
+    She can manage her train, with an air of disdain,
+    In a way that is perfectly sweet.
+
+    Oh! the Queen of the Orkney Islands,
+    She's travelling over the main.
+    So we'll hire a hack, and we'll take her straight back
+    To her beautiful Islands again.
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S WAYS.
+
+
+    Toddle, toddle, waddle, waddle,
+    On her little pinky toes.
+    Stumble, stumble, pitch and tumble,
+    That's the way the baby goes.
+
+    Prattle, prattle, rattle, rattle,
+    Little shouts and little shrieks,
+    Tears, with laughter coming after,
+    That's the way the baby speaks.
+
+    Playing, toying, still enjoying
+    Every sweet that Nature gives.
+    Smiling, weeping, waking, sleeping,
+    That's the way the baby lives.
+
+
+
+
+POT AND KETTLE.
+
+     [_To be read to little boys and girls who quarrel with each
+     other._]
+
+
+    "Oho! Oho!" said the pot to the kettle,
+      "You're dirty and ugly and black!
+    Sure no one would think you were made of metal,
+      Except when you're given a crack."
+
+    "Not so! not so!" kettle said to the pot.
+      "'Tis your own dirty image you see.
+    For I am so clear, without blemish or blot,
+      That your blackness is mirrored in me."
+
+
+
+
+PUNKYDOODLE AND JOLLAPIN.
+
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the Emperor take his tea?
+    He takes it with melons, he takes it with milk,
+    He takes it with syrup and sassafras silk.
+    He takes it without, he takes it within.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the Cardinal take his tea?
+    He takes it in Latin, he takes it in Greek,
+    He takes it just seventy times in the week.
+    He takes it so strong that it makes him grin.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the Admiral take his tea?
+    He takes it with splices, he takes it with spars,
+    He takes it with jokers and jolly jack tars.
+    And he stirs it round with a dolphin's fin.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+    Oh, Pillykin Willykin Winky Wee!
+    How does the President take his tea?
+    He takes it in bed, he takes it in school,
+    He takes it in Congress against the rule.
+    He takes it with brandy, and thinks it no sin.
+    Oh, Punkydoodle and Jollapin!
+
+
+
+
+MRS. SNIPKIN AND MRS. WOBBLECHIN.
+
+
+                Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
+                With her little pipkin,
+    Sat by the fireside a-warming of her toes.
+                Fat Mrs. Wobblechin,
+                With her little doublechin,
+    Sat by the window a-cooling of her nose.
+
+                Says this one to that one,
+                "Oh! you silly fat one,
+    _Will_ you shut the window down? You're freezing me to death!"
+                Says that one to t'other one,
+                "Good gracious, how you bother one!
+    There isn't air enough for me to draw my precious breath!"
+
+                Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
+                Took her little pipkin,
+    Threw it straight across the room as hard as she could throw;
+                Hit Mrs. Wobblechin
+                On her little doublechin,
+    And out of the window a-tumble she did go.
+
+
+
+
+MY SUNBEAMS.
+
+
+    Oh, what shall we do for the Lovely
+      This rainy, rainy day?
+    Oh! how shall we make the baby laugh,
+      When everything's dull and gray?
+
+    The sun has gone on a picnic,
+      The moon has gone to bed,
+    The tiresome sky does nothing but cry,
+      As if its best friend were dead.
+
+    Come hither, come hither, my Sunbeams!
+      Come one, and two, and three;
+    And now in a trice we'll have the room
+      As sunny as sunny can be.
+
+    Come, dimpling, dimpling Dumpling,
+      Come, Rosy, Posy Rose,
+    Come, little boy Billy a-toddling round
+      On little fat tottering toes.
+
+    Now twinkle, now twinkle, my Sunbeams!
+      Now twinkle and laugh and dance,
+    And brush me the gloom straight out of the room,
+      Nor leave it the ghost of a chance.
+
+    Aha! see the Lovely smile now!
+      Aha! see her jump and crow!
+    As round and round, with laugh and dance,
+      My three merry Sunbeams go.
+
+    And who cares now for the raindrops?
+      Who cares for the gloomy day,
+    When each little heart is doing its part
+      To make us all glad and gay?
+
+    You moon, you may stay in bed now;
+      You sun, you may wander and roam;
+    And cry away, cry, you tiresome sky!
+      We've plenty of sunshine at home!
+
+
+
+
+IN THE CLOSET.
+
+
+    They've took away the ball,
+          Oh dear!
+    And I'll never get it back,
+          I fear.
+    And now they've gone away,
+    And left me for to stay
+    All alone the livelong day,
+          In here.
+
+    It was my ball, anyhow,
+          Not his:
+    For he never had a ball
+          Like this.
+    Such a coward you'll not see,
+    E'en if you should live to be
+    Old as Deuteronomy,
+          As he is.
+
+    I'm sure I meant no harm,
+          None at all!
+    I just held out my hand
+          For the ball,
+    And--somehow--it hit his head.
+    Then his nose it went and bled,
+    And as if I 'd killed him dead
+          He did bawl.
+
+    Mother said I was a naughty
+          Little wretch.
+    And Aunt Jane said the police
+          She would fetch.
+    And that nurse, who's always glad
+    Of a chance to make me mad,
+    Said, "indeed she never _had_
+          Seen sech!"
+
+    No! I never, never _will_
+          Be good!
+    I'll go and be a babe
+          In the wood.
+    I'll run away to sea,
+    And a pirate I will be.
+    Then they'll never _dare_ call me
+          Rough and rude.
+
+    How hungry I am getting!
+          Let me see!
+    I wonder what they're going to have
+          For tea.
+    Of course there will be jam
+    And--oh! that potted ham!
+    How unfortunate I am!
+          Dear me!
+
+    Oh! it's growing very dark
+          In here.
+    And that shadow in the corner
+          Looks so queer!
+    Won't they bring me any light?
+    Must I stay in here all night?
+    I shall surely die of fright.
+          Oh dear!
+
+    Mother, darling, will you _never_
+          Come back?
+    _Oh! I'm sorry that I hit him
+          Such a crack!_
+    Hark! yes, 'tis her voice I hear!
+    Now good-by to every fear!
+    For she's calling me her dear
+          Little Jack!
+
+
+
+
+BED-TIME.
+
+
+    How many toes has the tootsey foot?
+    One, two, three, four, five.
+    Shut them all up in the little red sock,
+    Snugger than bees in a hive.
+
+    How many fingers has little wee hand?
+    Four, and a little wee thumb.
+    Shut them up under the bedclothes tight,
+    For fear that Jack Frost should come.
+
+    How many eyes has the Baby Bo?
+    Two, so shining and bright.
+    Shut them up under the little white lids.
+    And kiss them a loving good-night.
+
+
+
+
+BIRD-SONG.
+
+
+    Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!
+      Sing we in the morning,
+    Sending up to heaven's blue our happy waking song;
+      Daily, gayly, our tiny home adorning,
+    Working all so merrily the whole day long.
+
+    Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!
+      Sing we in the noontide;
+    Half the day is over now, half our work is done;
+      Neatly, featly, the moss and twigs are blended,
+    Feather, flower, leaf, and stems, all added one by one.
+
+    Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!
+      Sing we in the evening;
+    Happy day is past, past, happy night begun;
+      Wooing, cooing, we nestle 'mid the branches,
+    Sinking down to rest with the sinking of the sun.
+
+    Soft, soft, soft, soft,
+      Sleep we through the still night;
+    Tiny head 'neath tiny wing comfortably curled,
+      Singing, springing, with the breath of morning,
+    Waking up once more to all the wonder of the world.
+
+
+
+
+GEOGRAPHI.
+
+     [AIR: _There was a maid in my countree._]
+
+
+    There was a man in Manitoba,
+    The only man that ever was thar;
+    His name was Nicholas Jones McGee,
+    And he loved a maid in Mirimichi.
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    Sing ha! ha! ha! for Manitoba!
+    Sing he! he! he! for Mirimichi!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson for you and me.
+
+    There was a man in New Mexico,
+    He lost his grandmother out in the snow;
+    But his heart was light, and his ways were free,
+    So he bought him another in Santa Fe.
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    Sing ho! ho! ho! for New Mexico!
+    Sing he! he! he! for Santa Fe!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson for you and me.
+
+    There was a man in Austra-li-a,
+    He sat and wept on the new-mown hay;
+    He jumped on the tail of a kangaroo.
+    And rode till he came to Kalamazoo.
+
+    _Chorus._   Sing hey! hey! hey! for Austra-li-a!
+    Sing hoo! hoo! hoo! for Kalamazoo!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson for me and you.
+
+    There was a man in Jiggerajum,
+    He went to sea in a kettle-drum;
+    He sailed away to the Salisbury Shore,
+    And I never set eyes on that man any more.
+
+    _Chorus._   Sing hum! hum! hum! for Jiggerajum!
+    Sing haw! haw! haw! for the Salisbury Shore!
+    Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!
+    And that's the lesson the whole world o'er.
+
+
+
+
+HIGGLEDY-PIGGLEDY.
+
+
+    Higgledy-piggledy went to school,
+    Looking so nice and neat!
+    Clean little mittens on clean little hands,
+    Clean little shoes on his feet.
+    Jacket and trousers all nicely brushed,
+    Collar and cuffs like snow.
+    "See that you come home as neat to-night,
+    Higgledy-piggledy oh!"
+
+    Higgledy-piggledy came from school,
+    In such a woful plight,
+    All the people he met on the road
+    Ran screaming away with fright.
+    One shoe gone for ever and aye,
+    T'other one stiff with mud,
+    Dirt-spattered jacket half torn from his back,
+    Mittens both lost in the wood.
+
+    Higgledy-piggledy stayed in bed
+    All a long, pleasant day,
+    While his father fished for his other boot
+    In the roadside mud and clay.
+    All day long his mother must mend,
+    Wash and iron and sew,
+    Before she can make him fit to be seen,
+    Higgledy-piggledy oh!
+
+
+
+
+BELINDA BLONDE.
+
+
+    Belinda Blonde was a beautiful doll,
+    With rosy-red cheeks and a flaxen poll.
+    Her lips were red, and her eyes were blue,
+    But to say she was happy would not be true;
+    For she pined for love of the great big Jack
+    Who lived in the Box so grim and black.
+
+    She never had looked on the Jack his face;
+    But she fancied it shining with beauty and grace,
+    And all the day long she would murmur and pout,
+    Because Jack-in-the-box would never come out.
+
+    "Oh, beautiful, beautiful Jack-in-the-box,
+    Undo your bolts and undo your locks!
+    The cupboard is shut, and there's no one about:
+    Oh! Jack-in-the-box, jump out! jump out!"
+
+    But alas! alas! for Belinda Blonde,
+    And alas! alas! for her dreamings fond.
+    There soon was an end to all her doubt,
+    For Jack-in-the-box really _did_ jump out,--
+
+    Out with a crash and out with a spring,
+    Half black and half scarlet, a horrible thing.
+    Out with a yell and a shriek and a shout,
+    His great goggle-eyes glaring wildly about.
+
+    "And what did Belinda do?" you say.
+    Alas! before she could get out of the way,
+    The monster struck her full on the head,
+    And with pain and with terror she fell down dead.
+
+
+MORAL.
+
+    Now all you dolls, both little and big,
+    With china crown and with curling wig,
+    Before you give way to affection fond,
+    Remember the fate of Belinda Blonde!
+    And unless you're fond of terrible knocks,
+    _Don't_ set your heart on a Jack-in-the-box!
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY'S DREAM; OR, THE GEOGRAPHY DEMON.
+
+
+    I hate my geography lesson!
+    It's nothing but nonsense and names.
+    To bother me so every Thursday,
+    I think it's the greatest of shames.
+    The brooklets flow into the rivers,
+    The rivers flow into the sea;
+    For my part, I hope they enjoy it!
+    But what does it matter to me?
+    Of late even more I've disliked it,
+    More thoroughly odious it seems,
+    Ever since that sad night of last winter,
+    When I had that most frightful of dreams.
+    I'd studied two hours that evening,
+    On mountains and rivers and lakes;
+
+    When I'd promised to go down to Grandpa's,
+    For one of Aunt Susan's plum-cakes.
+    She sent me one, though, and I ate it
+    On the stairs, before going to bed;
+    And those stupid old mountains and rivers
+    Were dancing all night through my head.
+    I dreamed that a horrible monster
+    Came suddenly into my room,--
+    A frightful Geography Demon,
+    Enveloped in darkness and gloom.
+    His body and head like a mountain,
+    A volcano on top for hat;
+    His arms and his legs were like rivers,
+    With a brook round his neck for cravat.
+    He laid on my trembling shoulder
+    His fingers cold, clammy, and long;
+    And rolling his red eyes upon me,
+    He roared out this horrible song:--
+
+    "Come! come! rise and come
+    Away to the banks of the Muskingum!
+    It rolls o'er the plains of Timbuctoo,
+    With the Peak of Teneriffe just in view;
+    And the cataracts leap in the pale moonshine,
+    As they dance o'er the cliffs of Brandywine.
+
+    "Flee! flee! rise and flee
+    Away to the banks of the Tombigbee!
+    We'll pass by Alaska's flowery strand,
+    Where the emerald towers of Pekin stand;
+    We'll pass it by, and we'll rest awhile
+    On Michillimackinack's tropic isle;
+    While the apes of Barbary frisk around,
+    And the parrots crow with a lovely sound.
+
+    "Hie! hie! rise and hie
+    Away to the banks of the Yang-tse-kai!
+    There the giant mountains of Oshkosh stand,
+    And the icebergs gleam through the shifting sand;
+    While the elephant sits in the palm-tree high,
+    And the cannibal feasts upon bad-boy pie.
+
+    "Go! go! rise and go
+    Away to the banks of the Hoang-ho!
+    There the Chickasaw sachem is making his tea,
+    And the kettle boils and waits for thee.
+    I'll smite thee, ho! and I'll lay thee low,
+    On the beautiful banks of the Hoang-ho!"
+
+    These terrible words were still sounding
+    Like trumpets and drums through my head,
+    When the monster clutched tighter my shoulder,
+    And dragged me half out of the bed.
+    In terror I clung to the bedpost,
+    But the faithless bedpost broke;
+    I screamed out aloud in my anguish,
+    And suddenly--well--I awoke!!--
+    No monster--no music--all silence,
+    Save mother's soft accents so mild:
+    "No, Father, you need not be anxious!
+    I know now what troubles the child.
+    I'll give him a little hot ginger
+    As soon as he's fairly awake;
+    His frightful Geography Demon
+    Is just his Aunt Susan's plum-cake!"
+
+
+
+
+POLLY'S YEAR.
+
+
+    JANUARY 1.
+
+    Come sit on my knee and tell me here,
+      Polly, my dear, Polly, my dear,
+    What do you mean to do this year?
+
+    I mean to be good the whole year long,
+    And never do anything careless or wrong;
+    I mean to learn all my lessons right,
+    And do my sums, if I sit up all night.
+    I mean to keep all my frocks so clean,
+    Nurse never will say I'm "not fit to be seen."
+    I mean not to break even one of my toys,
+    And I never, oh! _never_ will make any noise.
+    In short, Uncle Ned, as you'll very soon see,
+    The best little girl in the world I shall be.
+
+
+DECEMBER 31.
+
+    Come sit on my knee and let me hear,
+      Polly, my dear, Polly, my dear,
+    What you have done in the course of the year.
+
+    Oh dear! Uncle Ned, oh dear! and oh dear!
+    I'm afraid it has _not_ been a very good year.
+    For somehow my sums _would_ come out wrong,
+    And somehow my frocks wouldn't stay clean long.
+    And somehow I've often been dreadfully cross,
+    And somehow I broke my new rocking-horse.
+    And somehow Nurse says I have made such a noise,
+    I might just as well have been one of the boys.
+    In short, Uncle Ned, I very much fear
+    You must wait for my goodness another year.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE ROBINS SING IN THE MORNING.
+
+
+    Wake! wake! children, wake!
+    Here we're singing for your sake,
+    Chirrup! chirrup! chirrup! chee!
+    Sweet a song as sweet can be.
+
+    Rise! rise! children, rise!
+    Shake the poppies from your eyes.
+    Sweet! sweet! chirrup! tweet!
+    Morning blossoms at your feet.
+
+    Song and sweetness, dawn and dew,
+    All are waiting now for you.
+    Wake! wake! children, wake!
+    Here we're singing for your sake.
+
+
+
+
+THE EVE OF THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.
+
+
+    I.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They vowed, every one, they'd have glorious fun
+          On the glorious Fourth of July.
+    They spent all their money on trumpets and drums,
+          On fish-horns and pistols and guns,
+    On elephant crackers (which they pronounced "whackers"),
+          On toffee, torpedoes, and buns.
+
+
+    II.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They said with delight, "We will sit up all night,
+          To make ready for Fourth of July.
+    We will beat on our drums till the constable comes,
+          And then we will hasten away.
+    We will toot the gay horn till the coming of morn,
+          The morn of the glorious day."
+
+
+    III.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They made such a noise that the other small boys
+          With envy were ready to die.
+    They made such a din that the neighbors within
+          With fury were ready to choke,
+    With rage at the drumming and strumming and humming,
+          The pistols and powder and smoke.
+
+
+    IV.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They thought 'twould be best for a moment to rest,
+          And their toffee and buns for to try.
+    On the steps of a house they began to carouse,
+          And they shouted and shrieked in their glee,
+    As they fired their guns and devoured their buns
+          In a manner both frolic and free.
+
+
+    V.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    Ah! nothing they saw of the opening door,
+          Nothing knew of the peril so nigh.
+    A horrid great man with a watering-can
+          Was standing behind them so still,
+    And suddenly down on each curly crown
+          Its contents he poured with a will.
+
+
+    VI.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    With squeaks and with squeals did they take to their heels,
+          While their enemy after did fly.
+    And he beat them with sticks, and he kicked them with kicks,
+          And he thumped on their heads with the can,
+    And half-way up the street he pursued them so fleet,
+          Still thumping their heads as he ran.
+
+
+    VII.
+
+    Robby and Bobby and Billy and Ned,
+          Philip and Peter and Guy,
+    They said, every one, that it wasn't much fun
+          Getting ready for Fourth of July.
+    They crept to their beds and they laid down their heads,
+          And they slept till the sun was on high,
+    And when they awaked, so sorely they ached,
+          That they just could do nothing but cry.
+
+
+
+
+THE DANDY CAT.
+
+
+    To Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Tabby de Sly
+    His mistress remarked one day,
+    "I'm tormented, my cat, both by mouse and by rat:
+    Come rid me of them, I pray!
+
+    "For though you're a cat of renowned descent,
+    And your kittenhood's long been gone,
+    Yet never a trace of the blood of your race
+    In battle or siege you've shown."
+
+    Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Tabby de Sly
+    Arose from his downy bed.
+    He washed himself o'er, from his knightly paw
+    To the top of his knightly head.
+
+    And he curled his whiskers, and combed his hair,
+    And put on his perfumed gloves;
+    And his sword he girt on, which had never been drawn
+    Save to dazzle the eyes of his loves.
+
+    And when he had cast one admiring glance
+    On the looking-glass tall and fair,
+    To the pantry he passed; but he stood aghast,
+    For lo! the pantry was bare!
+
+    The pickles, the cookies, the pies were gone!
+    And naught remained on the shelf
+    Save the bone of a ham, which lay cold and calm,
+    The ghost of its former self.
+
+    Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin stood sore dismayed,
+    And he looked for the mice and rats.
+    But they, every one, had been long since gone
+    Far, far from the reach of cats.
+
+    For while he was donning his satin pelisse,
+    And his ribbons and laces gay,
+    They had finished their feast, without hurry the least,
+    And had tranquilly trotted away.
+
+    The mistress of Green-eyes Grimalkin de Sly,
+    A woman full stern was she.
+    She came to the door, and she rated him sore
+    When the state of the case she did see.
+
+    She grasped him, spite of his knightly blood,
+    By the tip of his knightly tail;
+    His adornments she stripped, and his body she dipped
+    Three times in the water-pail.
+
+    She plunged him thrice 'neath the icy flood,
+    Then turned him out-doors to dry;
+    And terror and cold on his feelings so told,
+    That he really was like to die.
+
+    And now in this world 'twould be hard to find,
+    Although you looked low and high,
+    A cat who cares less for the beauties of dress
+    Than Sir Green-eyes Grimalkin de Sly.
+
+
+
+
+A PARTY.
+
+
+    On Willy's birthday, as you see,
+    These little boys have come to tea.
+    But, oh! how very sad to tell!
+    They have not been behaving well.
+    For ere they took a single bite,
+    They all began to scold and fight.
+
+    The little boy whose name was Ned,
+    He wanted jelly on his bread;
+    The little boy whose name was Sam,
+    He vowed he would have damson jam;
+    The little boy whose name was Phil
+    Said, "I'll have honey! _Yes_--I--WILL!!"
+
+    BUT--
+
+    The little boy whose name was Paul,
+    While they were quarrelling, ate it all.
+
+
+
+
+JUMBO JEE.
+
+
+    There were some kings, in number three,
+    Who built the tower of Jumbo Jee.
+    They built it up to a monstrous height,
+    At eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.
+
+    They built it up for forty miles,
+    With mutual bows and pleasing smiles;
+    And then they sat on the edge to rest,
+    And partook of lunch with a cheerful zest.
+
+    And first they ate of the porkly pie,
+    And wondered why they had built so high;
+    And next they drank of the ginger wine,
+    Which gave their noses a regal shine.
+
+    They drank to the health of Jumbo Jee,
+    Until they could neither hear nor see.
+    They drank to the health of Jumbo Land,
+    Until they could neither walk nor stand.
+
+    They drank to the health of Jumbo Tower
+    Until they really could drink no more;
+    And then they sank in a blissful swoon,
+    And flung their crowns at the rising moon.
+
+
+
+
+AN INDIAN BALLAD.
+
+
+    Whopsy Whittlesey Whanko Whee,
+    Howly old, growly old Indian he,
+    Lived on the hills of the Mungo-Paws,
+    With all his pappooses and all his squaws.
+    There was Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose,
+    And Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose:
+    There was Pecksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too,
+    But the fairest of all was Michiky Moo.
+    Michiky Moo, the Savory Tart,
+    Pride of Whittlesey Whanko's heart;
+    Michiky Moo, the Cherokee Pie,
+    Apple of Whittlesey Whanko's eye.
+    Whittlesey Whanko loved her so
+    That the other squaws did with envy glow;
+    And each said to the other, "Now, what shall we do
+    To spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo?"
+    "We'll lure her away to the mountain top,
+    And there her head we will neatly chop."
+    "We'll wile her away to the forest's heart,
+    And shoot her down with a poisoned dart."
+    "We'll lead her away to the river-side,
+    And there she shall be the Manito's bride."
+    "Oh! one of these things we will surely do,
+    And we'll spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo."
+    "Michiky Moo, thou Cherokee Pie,
+    Away with me to the mountain high!"
+    "Nay, my sister, I will not roam.
+    I'm safer and happier here at home."
+    "Michiky Moo, thou Savory Tart,
+    Away with me to the forest's heart!"
+    "Nay! my sister, I will not go;
+    I fear the dart of some hidden foe."
+    "Michiky Moo, old Whittlesey's pride,
+    Away with me to the river-side!"
+    "Nay! my sister, for fear I fall!
+    And wouldst thou come if thou heardst me call?"
+    "Now choose thee, choose thee thy way of death!
+    For soon thou shalt draw thy latest breath!
+    We all have sworn that this day we'll see
+    The last, proud Michiky Moo, of thee!"
+    Whittlesey Whanko, hidden near,
+    Each and all of these words did hear.
+    He summoned his braves, all painted for war,
+    And gave them in charge each guilty squaw:
+    "Take Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose;
+    Take Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose;
+    Take Peeksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too,
+    And leave me alone with my Michiky Moo.
+    This one away to the mountain top,
+    And there her head ye shall neatly chop;
+    This one away to the forest's heart,
+    And shoot her down with a poisoned dart;
+    This one away to the river-side,
+    And there she shall be the Manito's bride;
+    Away with them all, the woodlands through!
+    For I'll have no squaw save Michiky Moo."
+    Away went the braves, without question or pause,
+    And they soon put an end to the guilty squaws.
+    They pleasantly smiled when the deed was done,
+    Saying, "Ping-ko-chanky! oh! isn't it fun!"
+    And then they all danced the Buffalo dance,
+    And capered about with ambiguous prance,
+    While they drank to the health of the lovers so true,
+    Bold Whittlesey Whanko and Michiky Moo.
+
+
+
+
+THE EGG.
+
+
+    Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,--
+    A nice little new-laid egg?
+    My grandmamma told me to run to the barn-yard,
+    And see if just one I could beg.
+
+    "Moolly-cow, Moolly-cow, down in the meadow,
+    Have you any eggs, I pray?"
+    The Moolly-cow stares as if I were crazy,
+    And solemnly stalks away.
+
+    "Oh! Doggie, Doggie, perhaps you may have it,
+    That nice little egg for me."
+    But Doggie just wags his tail and capers,
+    And never an egg has he.
+
+    "Now, Dobbin, Dobbin, I'm sure you must have one,
+    Hid down in your manger there."
+    But Dobbin lays back his ears and whinnies,
+    With "Come and look, if you dare!"
+
+    "Piggywig, Piggywig, grunting and squealing,
+    Are you crying 'Fresh eggs for sale'?"
+    No! Piggy, you're very cold and unfeeling,
+    With that impudent quirk in your tail.
+
+    "You wise old Gobbler, you look so knowing,
+    I'm sure you can find me an egg.
+    You stupid old thing! just to say 'Gobble-gobble!'
+    And balance yourself on one leg."
+
+    Oh! how shall I get it, how shall I get it,--
+    That little white egg so small?
+    I've asked every animal here in the barn-yard,
+    And they won't give me any at all.
+
+    But after I'd hunted until I was tired,
+    I found--not one egg, but ten!
+    And you _never_ could guess where they all were hidden,--
+    Right under our old speckled hen!
+
+
+
+
+WOULDN'T.
+
+
+    She _wouldn't_ have on her naughty bib!
+    She _wouldn't_ get into her naughty crib!
+    She _wouldn't_ do this, and she _wouldn't_ do that,
+    And she _would_ put her foot in her Sunday hat.
+
+    She _wouldn't_ look over her picture-book!
+    She _wouldn't_ run out to help the cook!
+    She _wouldn't_ be petted or coaxed or teased,
+    And she _would_ do _exactly whatever_ she pleased.
+
+    She _wouldn't_ have naughty rice to eat!
+    She _wouldn't_ be gentle and good and sweet!
+    She _wouldn't_ give me one single kiss,
+    And pray what could we do with a girl like this?
+
+    We tickled her up, and we tickled her down,
+    From her toddling toes to her curling crown.
+    And we kissed her and tossed her, until she was fain
+    To promise she wouldn't say "wouldn't" again.
+
+
+
+
+WILL-O'-THE-WISP.
+
+
+    "Will-o'-the-wisp! Will-o'-the-wisp!
+      Show me your lantern true!
+    Over the meadow and over the hill,
+      Gladly I'll follow you.
+    Never I'll murmur nor ask to rest,
+      And ever I'll be your friend,
+    If you'll only give me the pot of gold
+      That lies at your journey's end."
+
+    Will-o'-the-wisp, Will-o'-the-wisp,
+      Lighted his lantern true;
+    Over the meadow and over the hill,
+      Away and away he flew.
+    And away and away went the poor little boy,
+      Trudging along so bold,
+    And thinking of naught but the journey's end,
+      And the wonderful pot of gold.
+
+    Will-o'-the-wisp, Will-o'-the-wisp,
+      Flew down to a lonely swamp;
+    He put out his lantern and vanished away
+      In the evening chill and damp.
+    And the poor little boy went shivering home,
+      Wet and tired and cold;
+    He had come, alas! to his journey's end,
+      But where was the pot of gold?
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE VERSES.
+
+
+    I.
+
+                Nicholas Ned,
+                He lost his head,
+    And put a turnip on instead;
+                But then, ah me!
+                He could not see,
+    So he thought it was night, and he went to bed.
+
+
+    II.
+
+                Ponsonby Perks,
+                He fought with Turks,
+    Performing many wonderful works;
+                He killed over forty,
+                High-minded and haughty,
+    And cut off their heads with smiles and smirks.
+
+
+    III.
+
+                Winifred White,
+                She married a fright,
+    She called him her darling, her duck, and delight;
+                The back of his head
+                Was so lovely, she said,
+    It dazzled her soul and enraptured her sight.
+
+
+    IV.
+
+                Harriet Hutch,
+                Her conduct was such,
+    Her uncle remarked it would conquer the Dutch:
+                She boiled her new bonnet,
+                And breakfasted on it,
+    And rode to the moon on her grandmother's crutch.
+
+
+
+
+AN OLD RAT'S TALE.
+
+
+    He was a rat, and she was a rat,
+    And down in one hole they did dwell.
+    And each was as black as your Sunday hat,
+    And they loved one another well.
+
+    He had a tail, and she had a tail;
+    Both long and curling and fine.
+    And each said, "My love's 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 them befell I never can tell,
+    For they never came back again.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE LITTLE GIRL WHO WRIGGLES.
+
+
+    Don't wriggle about any more, my dear!
+    I'm sure all your joints must be sore, my dear!
+    It's wriggle and jiggle, it's twist and it's wiggle,
+    Like an eel on a shingly shore, my dear,
+    Like an eel on a shingly shore.
+
+    Oh! how do you think you would feel, my dear,
+    If you should turn into an eel, my dear?
+    With never an arm to protect you from harm,
+    And no sign of a toe or a heel, my dear,
+    No sign of a toe or a heel?
+
+    And what do you think you would do, my dear,
+    Far down in the water so blue, my dear,
+    Where the prawns and the shrimps, with their curls and their crimps,
+    Would turn up their noses at you, my dear,
+    Would turn up their noses at you?
+
+    The crab he would give you a nip, my dear,
+    And the lobster would lend you a clip, my dear.
+    And perhaps if a shark should come by in the dark,
+    Down his throat you might happen to slip, my dear,
+    Down his throat you might happen to slip.
+
+    Then try to sit still on your chair, my dear!
+    To your parents 'tis no more than fair, my dear.
+    For we really don't feel like inviting an eel
+    Our board and our lodging to share, my dear,
+    Our board and our lodging to share.
+
+
+
+
+The Forty Little Ducklings.
+
+     [_A story with a certain amount of truth in it._]
+
+
+    The forty little ducklings who lived up at the farm,
+    They said unto each other, "Oh! the day is very warm!"
+    They said unto each other, "Oh! the river's very cool!
+    The duck who did not seek it now would surely be a fool."
+
+    The forty little ducklings, they started down the road;
+    And waddle, waddle, waddle, was the gait at which they goed.
+    The same it is not grammar,--you may change it if you choose,--
+    But one cannot stop for trifles when inspired by the Muse.
+
+    They waddled and they waddled and they waddled on and on.
+    Till one remarked, "Oh! deary me, where is the river gone?
+    We asked the Ancient Gander, and he said 'twas very near.
+    He must have been deceiving us, or else himself, I fear."
+
+    They waddled and they waddled, till no further they could go:
+    Then down upon a mossy bank they sat them in a row.
+    They took their little handkerchiefs and wept a little weep,
+    And then they put away their heads, and then they went to sleep.
+
+    There came along a farmer, with a basket on his arm,
+    And all those little duckylings he took back to the farm.
+    He put them in their little beds, and wished them sweet repose,
+    And fastened mustard plasters on their little webby toes.
+
+    Next day these little ducklings, they were very very ill.
+    Their mother sent for Doctor Quack, who gave them each a pill;
+    But soon as they recovered, the first thing that they did,
+    Was to peck the Ancient Gander, till he ran away and hid.
+
+
+
+
+THE MOUSE.
+
+
+    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 mischief would be without end, Ma'am.
+
+    My wife lives in there, in the crack, Ma'am,
+    She's waiting for me to come back, Ma'am.
+    She hoped I might find
+    A bit of a rind,
+    For the children their dinner do lack, Ma'am.
+
+    'Tis hard living there in the wall, Ma'am,
+    For plaster and mortar _will_ pall, Ma'am,
+    On the minds of the young,
+    And when specially hung--
+    Ry, upon their poor father they'll fall, 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,
+    'Tis 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!
+
+
+
+
+A VALENTINE.
+
+
+    Oh, little loveliest lady mine!
+    What shall I send for your valentine?
+    Summer and flowers are far away,
+    Gloomy old Winter is king to-day,
+    Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine;
+    What shall I do for a valentine?
+
+    Prithee, Saint Valentine, tell me here,
+    Why do you come at this time o' year?
+    Plenty of days when lilies are white,
+    Plenty of days when sunbeams are bright;
+    But now, when everything's dark and drear,
+    Why do you come, Saint Valentine dear?
+
+    I've searched the gardens all through and through,
+    For a bud to tell of my love so true;
+    But buds are asleep, and blossoms are dead,
+    And the snow beats down on my poor little head;
+    So, little loveliest lady mine,
+    Here is my heart for your valentine.
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE IN THE GARDEN.
+
+
+    How is a little boy to know
+    About these berries all,
+    That ripen all the summer through,
+    From spring-time until fall?
+
+    I must not eat them till they're ripe,
+    I know that very well;
+    But each kind ripens differently,
+    So how am I to tell?
+
+    Though strawberries and raspberries,
+    When ripe, are glowing red,
+    Red blackberries I must not touch,
+    Mamma has lately said.
+
+    And though no one of these is fit
+    To touch when it is green,
+    Ripe gooseberries, as green as grass,
+    At Grandpapa's I've seen.
+
+    And peas are green when they are ripe;
+    Some kinds of apples too.
+    But they're not berries; neither are
+    These currants, it is true.
+
+    These currants, now! why, some are red,
+    And some are brilliant green.
+    "Don't eat unripe ones!" said Mamma.
+    But which ones did she mean?
+
+    To disobey her would be wrong.
+    To leave them I am loath.
+    I really _can't_ find out, unless--
+    Unless I eat them both!
+
+    [_He eats them both._]
+
+
+
+
+SOMEBODY'S BOY (NOT MINE).
+
+
+    When he was up he cried to get down,
+    And when he was in he cried to get out;
+    And no little boy in Boston town
+    Was ever so ready to fret and pout.
+                Poutsy, oh!
+                And fretsy, oh!
+    And spend the whole day in a petsy, oh!
+    And what shall we do to this bad little man,
+    But scold him as hard as we possibly can!
+
+    When he was cold he cried to be warm,
+    And when he was warm he cried to be cold;
+    And all the morning 'twas scold and storm,
+    And all the evening 'twas storm and scold.
+                Stormy, oh!
+                And scoldy, oh!
+    And never do what he was toldy, oh!
+    And what shall we do to this bad little man,
+    But scold him as hard as we possibly can!
+
+
+
+
+BOGY.
+
+
+    His eyes are green and his nose is brown,
+    His feet go up and his head goes down,
+    And so he goes galloping through the town,
+        The king of the Hobbledygoblins.
+    His heels stick out and his toes stick in,
+    He wears his mustaches upon his chin,
+    And he glares about with a horrible grin,
+        The king of the Hobbledygoblins.
+
+    No naughty boys can escape his eyes;
+    He clutches them, 'spite of their tears and sighs,
+    And away at a terrible pace he hies
+        To his castle of Killemaneetem;
+    There he shuts them up under lock and key,
+    And feeds them on blacking and grasshopper tea,
+    And if ever they try to get out, you see,
+        Why, this is the way he'll treat 'em.
+
+     [_Here Mamma may toss the little boy up in the air, or shake
+     him, or tickle his little chin, whichever he likes best._]
+
+    Now, Johnny and Tommy, you'd better look out!
+    All day you've done nothing but quarrel and pout,
+    And nobody knows what it's all about,
+        But it gives me a great deal of pain, dears.
+    So, Johnny and Tommy, be good, I pray,
+    Or the king will be after you some fine day,
+    And off to his castle he'll whisk you away,
+        And we never shall see you again, dears!
+
+
+
+
+THE MERMAIDENS.
+
+
+    The little white mermaidens live in the sea,
+    In a palace of silver and gold;
+    And their neat little tails are all covered with scales,
+    Most beautiful for to behold.
+
+    On wild white horses they ride, they ride,
+    And in chairs of pink coral they sit;
+    They swim all the night, with a smile of delight,
+    And never feel tired a bit.
+
+
+
+THE PHRISKY PHROG
+
+
+    Now list, oh! list to the piteous tale
+    Of the Phrisky Phrog and the Sylvan Snayle;
+    Of their lives and their loves, their joys and their woes,
+    And all about them that any one knows.
+
+    The Phrog lived down in a grewsome bog,
+    The Snayle in a hole in the end of a log;
+    And they loved each other so fond and true,
+    They didn't know what in the world to do.
+
+    For the Snayle declared 'twas too cold and damp
+    For a lady to live in a grewsome swamp;
+    While her lover replied, that a hole in a log
+    Was no possible place for a Phrisky Phrog.
+
+    "Come down! come down, my beautiful Snayle!
+    With your helegant horns and your tremulous tail;
+    Come down to my bower in the blossomy bog,
+    And be happy with me," said the Phrisky Phrog.
+
+    "Come up, come up, to my home so sweet,
+    Where there's plenty to drink, and the same to eat;
+    Come up where the cabbages bloom in the vale,
+    And be happy with me," said the Sylvan Snayle.
+
+    But he wouldn't come, and she wouldn't go,
+    And so they could never be married, you know;
+    Though they loved each other so fond and true,
+    They didn't know what in the world to do.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMBITIOUS CHICKEN.
+
+
+    It was an Easter chicken
+      So blithesome and so gay;
+    He peeped from out his plaster shell
+      All on an Easter Day.
+
+    His wings were made of yellow down,
+      His eyes were made of beads;
+    He seemed, in very sooth, to have
+      All that a chicken needs.
+
+    He winked and blinked and peeped about,
+      And to himself he said,
+    "When first a chicken leaves the shell,
+      Of course he must be fed.
+
+    "And though I may be young in years,
+      And this my natal morn,
+    I'm quite, _quite_ old enough to know
+      Where people keep the corn."
+
+    He winked and blinked and peeped about,
+      Till in a corner sly
+    He saw a heap of golden corn
+      Piled on a platter high.
+
+    "Now, this is well!" the chicken cried;
+      "Now, this is well, in sooth.
+    This corn shall nourish and sustain
+      My faint and tender youth.
+
+    "And I shall grow and grow apace,
+      And come to high estate,
+    With mighty feathers in my tail,
+      And combs upon my pate.
+
+    "To see my beauty and my grace
+      The feathered race will flock,
+    And all will bow them low before
+      The mighty Easter Cock."
+
+    As thus the chicken proudly spake,
+      And stooped to snatch the prize,
+    His head fell off, and rolled away
+      Before his very eyes!!!!
+
+    It rolled into the dish of corn,
+      A sad and sombre sight,
+    While still upon its plaster legs,
+      His body stood upright.
+
+    And little Mary, when she came
+      With shining "popper" bright,
+    To pop the corn, and make the balls
+      Which were her heart's delight,
+
+    Gazed at the dish with wide blue eyes,
+      And "Oh! Mamma!" she said:
+    "One piece has gone and _popped itself_
+      Into a chicken's head!"
+
+
+
+
+THE BOY AND THE BROOK.
+
+
+    Said the boy to the brook that was rippling away,
+    "Oh, little brook, pretty brook, will you not stay?
+    Oh, stay with me, play with me, all the day long,
+    And sing in my ears your sweet murmuring song."
+    Said the brook to the boy as it hurried away,
+    "And is't for my music you ask me to stay?
+    I was silent until from the hillside I gushed;
+    Should I pause for an instant, my song would be hushed."
+
+    Said the boy to the wind that was fluttering past,
+    "Oh, little wind, pretty wind, whither so fast?
+    Oh, stay with me, play with me, fan my hot brow,
+    And ever breathe softly and gently as now."
+    Said the wind to the boy as it hurried away,
+    "And is't for my coolness you ask me to stay?
+    'Tis only in flying you feel my cool breath;
+    Should I pause for an instant, that instant were death."
+
+    Said the boy to the day that was hurrying by,
+    "Oh, little day, pretty day, why must you fly?
+    Oh, stay with me, play with me, just as you are;
+    Let no shadow of evening your noon-brightness mar."
+    Said the day to the boy as it hurried away,
+    "And is't for my brightness you ask me to stay?
+    Know, the jewel of day would no longer seem bright,
+    If it were not clasped round by the setting of night."
+
+
+
+
+THE SHARK.
+
+
+    Oh! blithe and merrily sang the shark,
+      As he sat on the house-top high:
+    A-cleaning his boots, and smoking cheroots,
+      With a single glass in his eye.
+
+    With Martin and Day he polished away,
+      And a smile on his face did glow,
+    As merry and bold the chorus he trolled
+      Of "Gobble-em-upsky ho!"
+
+    He sang so loud, he astonished the crowd
+      Which gathered from far and near.
+    For they said, "Such a sound, in the country round,
+      We never, no, never did hear."
+
+    He sang of the ships that he'd eaten like chips
+      In the palmy days of his youth.
+    And he added, "If you don't believe it is true,
+      Pray examine my wisdom tooth!"
+
+    He sang of the whales who'd have given their tails
+      For a glance of his raven eye.
+    And the swordfish, too, who their weapons all drew,
+      And swor'd for his sake they'd die.
+
+    And he sang about wrecks and hurricane decks
+      And the mariner's perils and pains,
+    Till every man's blood up on end it stood,
+      And their hair ran cold in their veins.
+
+    But blithe as a lark the merry old shark,
+      He sat on the sloping roof.
+    Though he said, "It is queer that no one draws near
+      To examine my wisdom toof!"
+
+    And he carolled away, by night and by day,
+      Until he made every one ill.
+    And I'll wager a crown that unless he's come down,
+      He is probably carolling still.
+
+
+
+
+THE EASTER HEN.
+
+
+    Oh! children, have you ever seen
+      The little Easter Hen,
+    Who comes to lay her pretty eggs,
+      Then runs away again?
+
+    She only comes on Easter Day;
+      And when that day is o'er,
+    Till next year brings it round again,
+      You will not see her more.
+
+    Her eggs are not like common eggs,
+      But all of colors bright:
+    Blue, purple, red, with spots and stripes,
+      And scarcely one that's white.
+
+    She lays them in no special place,--
+      On this side, now on that.
+    And last year, only think! she laid
+      One right in Johnny's hat.
+
+    But naughty boys and girls get none:
+      So, children, don't forget!
+    And be as good as good can be--
+      It is not Easter yet!
+
+
+
+
+PUMP AND PLANET.
+
+
+    With a hop, skip, and jump,
+    We went to the pump,
+    To fill our kettles with starch.
+    He gave us good day
+    In the pleasantest way,
+    With a smile that was winning and arch.
+
+    "Oh, Pump," said I,
+    "When you look up on high
+    To flirt with the morning star,
+    Does it make you sad,
+    Oh! Pumpy, my lad,
+    To think she's away so far?"
+
+    Said the Pump, "Oh no!
+    For we've settled it so
+    That but little my feelings are tried.
+    For every clear night
+    She slides down the moonlight,
+    And shines in the trough at my side."
+
+
+
+
+THE POSTMAN.
+
+
+    Hey! the little postman,
+      And his little dog.
+    Here he comes a-hopping
+      Like a little frog;
+    Bringing me a letter,
+      Bringing me a note,
+    In the little pocket
+      Of his little coat.
+
+    Hey! the little postman,
+      And his little bag,
+    Here he comes a-trotting
+      Like a little nag;
+    Bringing me a paper,
+      Bringing me a bill,
+    From the little grocer
+      On the little hill.
+
+    Hey! the little postman,
+      And his little hat,
+    Here he comes a-creeping
+      Like a little cat.
+    What is that he's saying?
+      "Naught for you to-day!"
+    Horrid little postman!
+      I wish you'd go away!
+
+
+
+
+HOPSY UPSY.
+
+
+    Hopsy upsy, Baby oh!
+    Into your bath you now must go;
+    Splash and dash, and paddle and plash,
+    That's what you like, my Baby oh!
+
+    Where is the sponge for Baby oh?
+    See the silvery fountains flow,--
+    Diamond drops so bright and clear,
+    Falling all over my Baby dear.
+
+    Now for the soap, my Baby oh!
+    Watch the bubbles that come and go;
+    Rainbow isles in a sea of foam,
+    Reflecting your smiles, they go and come.
+
+    Here is the towel for Baby oh!
+    Cannot stay in all day, you know;
+    Now scrub and rub, and rub and scrub,
+    And so good-by to the beautiful tub.
+
+    Now for the shirt, my Baby oh!
+    Soft and warm, and as white as snow.
+    Puffy white petticoats, fluffy white gown;
+    Why, what a great ball of thistle-down!
+
+    Last come the curls, my Baby oh!
+    Soft as silver they fall and flow.
+    Now toss him up and carry him down,
+    The bonniest Baby in Boston town!
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE BLACK MONKEY.
+
+
+    Little black Monkey sat up in a tree,
+    Little black Monkey he grinned at me;
+    He put out his paw for a cocoanut,
+    And he dropped it down on my occiput.
+
+    The occiput is a part, you know,
+    Of the head which does on my shoulders grow;
+    And it's very unpleasant to have it hit,
+    Especially when there's no hair on it.
+
+    I took up my gun, and I said, "Now, why,
+    Little black Monkey, should you not die?
+    I'll hit you soon in a vital part!
+    It may be your head, or it may be your heart."
+
+    I steadied my gun, and I aimed it true;
+    The trigger it snapped and the bullet it flew;
+    But just where it went to I cannot tell,
+    For I never _could_ find where that bullet fell.
+
+    Little black Monkey still sat in the tree,
+    And placidly, wickedly grinned at me.
+    I took up my gun and I walked away,
+    And postponed his death till another day.
+
+
+
+
+JIPPY AND JIMMY.
+
+
+    Jippy and Jimmy were two little dogs.
+    They went to sail on some floating logs;
+    The logs rolled over, the dogs rolled in,
+    And they got very wet, for their clothes were thin.
+
+    Jippy and Jimmy crept out again.
+    They said, "The river is full of rain!"
+    They said, "The water is far from dry!
+    Ki-hi! ki-hi! ki-_hi_-yi! ki-hi!"
+
+    Jippy and Jimmy went shivering home.
+    They said, "On the river no more we'll roam;
+    And we won't go to sail until we learn how,
+    Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-_wow_-wow! bow-wow!"
+
+
+
+
+MASTER JACK'S SONG.
+
+     [_Written after spending the Christmas Holidays at
+     Grandmamma's._]
+
+
+    You may talk about your groves,
+    Where you wander with your loves.
+    You may talk about your moonlit waves that fall and flow.
+    Something fairer far than these
+    I can show you, if you please.
+    'Tis the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    There the golden peaches shine
+    In their syrup clear and fine,
+    And the raspberries are blushing with a dusky glow.
+    And the cherry and the plum
+    Seem to beckon you to come
+    To the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    There the sprightly pickles stand,
+    With the catsup close at hand,
+    And the marmalades and jellies in a goodly row.
+    While the quinces' ruddy fire
+    Would an anchorite inspire
+    To seek the little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    Never tell me of your bowers
+    That are full of bugs and flowers!
+    Never tell me of your meadows where the breezes blow!
+    But sing me, if you will,
+    Of the house beneath the hill,
+    And the darling little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+    _Chorus._   Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jam-pots grow!
+    Where the jelly jolly, jelly jolly jam-pots grow.
+    The fairest spot to me,
+    On the land or on the sea,
+    Is the charming little cupboard where the jam-pots grow.
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER ROSEBUSH.
+
+
+    There are roses that grow on a vine, on a vine,
+    There are roses that grow on a stalk;
+            But my little Rose
+            Grows on ten little toes,
+    So I'll take my Rose out for a walk.
+    Come out in the garden, Rosy Posy,
+    Come visit your cousins, child, with me!
+    If you are my daughter, it stands to reason
+    Your own Mother Rosebush I must be.
+
+    Now, here is your cousin Damask, Rosy!
+    And, Rosy, here is your cousin Blush;
+            General Jacqueminot,
+            (Your uncle, you know,)
+    Salutes you hero with his crimson flush.
+    Here's Gloire de Dijon, a splendid fellow,
+    All creamy and dreamy and soft and sweet;
+    And Cloth-of-Gold, with his coat of yellow,
+    Is dropping rose-nobles here at your feet.
+
+    My Baltimore Belle, my Queen of the Prairie,
+    Now, why are your ladyships looking so cross?
+            Lord Butterfly, see!
+            And Sir Honey de Bee,
+    Have deserted them both for your sweet cousin Moss.
+    All! Marechal Niel, I am glad to observe, sir,
+    You train up your buds in the way they should go,
+    All buttoned up close; while careless Niphetos
+    Lets her children go fluttering to and fro.
+
+    You whitest beauty, what is your name, now?
+    "Snow Queen?" Ay, and it suits you well!
+            And yonder, I see,
+            Is my friend Cherokee,
+    Who will not stop climbing, his name to tell;
+    And hero and there are blushing and blowing
+    Crimson and yellow and white and pink;
+    Pale or angry, gleaming or glowing.
+    The whole world's turning to roses, I think.
+
+    Oh! fair is the rose on the vine, on the vine,
+    And sweet is the rose on the tree;
+            But there's only one Rose
+            That has ten little toes,
+    And she is the Rose for me.
+    Come, put on your calyx, Rosy Posy,
+    Put on your calyx and come with me;
+    For if you are my daughter, it stands to reason,
+    Your own Mother Rosebush I must be.
+
+
+
+
+THE FIVE LITTLE PRINCESSES.
+
+
+    Five little princesses started off to school,
+    Following their noses, because it was the rule;
+    But one nose turned up, and another nose turned down,
+    So all these little princesses were lost in the town.
+
+    Poor little princesses cannot find their way.
+    Naughty little noses, to lead them astray!
+    Poor little princesses, sadly they roam;
+    Naughty little noses, pray lead them home!
+
+
+
+
+THE HORNET AND THE BEE.
+
+
+    Said the hornet to the bee,
+    "Pray you, will you marry me?
+    Will you be my little wife,
+    For to love me all my life?
+    You shall have a velvet cloak,
+    And a bonnet with a poke.
+    You shall sit upon a chair
+    With a cabbage in your hair.
+    You shall ride upon a horse,
+    If you fancy such a course.
+    You shall feed on venison pasty
+    In a manner trig and tasty;
+    Devilled bones and apple-cores,
+    If you like them, shall be yours.
+    You shall drink both rum and wine,
+    If you only will be mine.
+    Pray you, will you marry me?"
+    Said the hornet to the bee.
+
+    Said the bee unto the hornet,
+    "Your proposal, sir, I scorn it.
+    Marry one devoid of money,
+    Who can't make a drop of honey?
+    Cannot even play the fiddle,
+    And is pinched up in the middle?
+    Nay, my love is set more high.
+
+    Cockychafer's bride am I.
+    Cockychafer whirring loud,
+    Frisking free and prancing proud,
+    Cockychafer blithe and gay,
+    He hath stole my heart away.
+    Him alone I mean to marry,
+    So no longer you need tarry.
+    Not another moment stay!
+    Cockychafer comes this way.
+    Your proposal, sir, I scorn it!"
+    Said the bee unto the hornet.
+
+    So the cockychafer came,
+    Took the bee to be his dame.
+    Took the bee to be his wife,
+    For to love her all his life.
+    Wedding dress of goblin green,
+    Hat and feathers for a queen,
+    Worsted mittens on her feet,
+    Thus her toilet was complete.
+    Then when it was time to dine,
+    Cockychafer brought her wine,
+    Roasted mouse and bunny-fish,
+    Porridge in a silver dish;
+    Lobster-claws and scalloped beast.
+    Was not that a lovely feast?
+    But when it was time to sup,
+    Cockychafer ate her up.
+    Thus concludes the history
+    Of the hornet and the bee.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE LITTLE CHICKENS WHO WENT OUT TO TEA, AND THE ELEPHANT.
+
+
+    Little chickens, one, two, three,
+    They went out to take their tea,
+    Brisk and gay as gay could be,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Feathers brushed all smooth and neat,
+    Yellow stockings on their feet,
+    Tails and tuftings all complete,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+    "Very seldom," said the three,
+    "Like of us the world can see,
+    Beautiful exceedingly,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Such our form and such our face,
+    Such our Cochin China grace,
+    We must win in beauty's race,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!"
+
+    Met an elephant large and wise,
+    Looked at them with both his eyes:
+    Caused these chickens great surprise,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    "Why," they said, "do you suppose
+    Elephant doesn't look out of his nose,
+    So very conveniently it grows?
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+    "Elephant with nose so long,
+    Sing on now a lovely song,
+    As we gayly trip along,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Sing of us and sing of you,
+    Sing of corn and barley too,
+    Beauteous beast with eyes of blue,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!"
+
+    Elephant sang so loud and sweet,
+    Chickens fell before his feet;
+    For his love they did entreat,
+            Cackle wackle wackle.
+    "Well-a-day! and woe is me!
+    Would we all might elephants be!
+    Then he'd marry us, one, two, three,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!"
+
+    Elephant next began to dance:
+    Capered about with a stately prance
+    Learned from his grandmother over in France,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Fast and faster 'gan to tread,
+    Trod on every chicken's head,
+    Killed them all uncommonly dead,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+
+    MORAL.
+
+    Little chickens, one, two, three,
+    When you're walking out to tea,
+    Don't make love to all you see,
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+    Elephants have lovely eyes,
+    But to woo them is not wise,
+    For they are not quite your size!
+            Cackle wackle wackle!
+
+
+
+
+A LEGEND OF LAKE OKEEFINOKEE.
+
+
+    There once was a frog,
+    And he lived in a bog,
+    On the banks of Lake Okeefinokee.
+    And the words of the song
+    That he sang all day long
+    Were, "Croakety croakety croaky."
+
+    Said the frog, "I have found
+    That my life's daily round
+    In this place is exceedingly poky.
+    So no longer I'll stop,
+    But I swiftly will hop
+    Away from Lake Okeefinokee."
+
+    Now a bad mocking-bird
+    By mischance overheard
+    The words of the frog as he spokee.
+    And he said, "All my life
+    Frog and I've been at strife,
+    As we lived by Lake Okeefinokee.
+
+    "Now I see at a glance
+    Here's a capital chance
+    For to play him a practical jokee.
+    So I'll venture to say
+    That he shall not to-day
+    Leave the banks of Lake Okeefinokee."
+
+    So this bad mocking-bird,
+    Without saying a word,
+    He flew to a tree which was oaky.
+    And loudly he sang,
+    Till the whole forest rang,
+    "Oh! Croakety croakety croaky!"
+
+    As he warbled this song,
+    Master Frog came along,
+    A-filling his pipe for to smokee,
+    And he said, "'Tis some frog
+    Has escaped from the bog
+    Of Okeefinokee-finokee.
+
+    "I am filled with amaze
+    To hear one of my race
+    A-warbling on top of an oaky;
+    But if frogs can climb trees,
+    I may still find some ease
+    On the banks of Lake Okeefinokee."
+
+    So he climbed up the tree;
+    But alas! down fell he!
+    And his lovely green neck it was brokee;
+    And the sad truth to say,
+    Never more did he stray
+    From the banks of Lake Okeefinokee.
+
+    And the bad mocking-bird
+    Said, "How very absurd
+    And delightful a practical jokee!"
+    But I'm happy to say
+    He was drowned the next day
+    In the waters of Okeefinokee.
+
+
+
+
+GRANDPAPA'S VALENTINE.
+
+
+    I may not claim her lovely hand,
+      My darling and my pride!
+    I may not ask her to become
+      My bright and beauteous bride;
+    The measure of my love for her
+      May not be said or sung;
+    And all because I'm rather old,
+      And she is rather young.
+
+    I may not clasp her slender waist,
+      And thread the mazy dance;
+    I may not drive her in the Park,
+      With steeds that neigh and prance.
+    I may not tempt her with my lands,
+      Nor buy her with my gold;
+    And all because she's rather young,
+      And I am rather old.
+
+    She leaves me for a younger swain,
+      A plump and beardless boy.
+    She slights me for a sugar-plum,
+      Neglects me for a toy.
+    And worst of all, this state of things
+      Can never altered be;
+    For I am nearly sixty-eight,
+      And she is only three.
+
+
+
+
+ALIBAZAN.
+
+
+    All on the road to Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning,
+    'Twas there I met a bonny young man,
+    A May Day in the morning;
+    A bonny young man all dressed in blue,
+    Hat and feather and stocking and shoe,
+    Ruff and doublet and mantle too,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+
+    He made me a bow, and he made me three,
+    A May Day in the morning;
+    He said, in truth, I was fair to see,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    "And say, will you be my sweetheart now?
+    I'll marry you truly with ring and vow;
+    I've ten fat sheep and a black-nosed cow,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+
+    "What shall we buy in Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning?
+    A pair of shoes and a feathered fan,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    A velvet gown all set with pearls,
+    A silver hat for your golden curls,
+    A pot of pinks for my pink of girls,
+    A May Day in the morning."
+
+    All in the streets of Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning,
+    The merry maidens tripped and ran,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    And this was fine, and that was free,
+    But he turned from them all to look on me;
+    And "Oh! but there's none so fair to see,
+    A May Day in the morning."
+
+    All in the church of Alibazan,
+    A May Day in the morning,
+    'Twas there I wed my bonny young man,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+    And oh! 'tis I am his sweetheart now!
+    And oh! 'tis we are happy, I trow,
+    With our ten fat sheep and our black-nosed cow,
+    A May Day in the morning.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE FISHERS.
+
+
+    John, Frederick, and Henry,
+      Had once a holiday;
+    And they would go a-fishing,
+      So merry and so gay.
+    They went to fish for salmon,
+      These little children three;
+    As in this pretty picture
+      You all may plainly see.
+
+    It was not in the ocean,
+      Nor from the river shore,
+    But in the monstrous water-butt
+      Outside the kitchen door.
+    And John he had a fish-hook,
+      And Fred a crooked pin,
+    And Henry took his sister's net,
+      And thought it was no sin.
+
+    They climbed up on the ladder,
+      Till they the top did win;
+    And then they perched upon the edge,
+      And then they did begin.
+    But how their fishing prospered,
+      Or if they did it well,
+    Or if they caught the salmon,
+      I cannot, cannot tell.
+
+    Because I was not there, you know,
+      But I can only say
+    That I too went a-fishing,
+      That pleasant summer day.
+    It was not for a salmon,
+      Or shark with monstrous fin,
+    But it was for three little boys,
+      All dripping to the skin.
+
+
+
+
+PEEPSY.
+
+     [_After the manner of Jane Taylor._]
+
+
+    Our Julia has a little bird,
+      And Peepsy is his name;
+    And now I'll sing a little song
+      To celebrate the same.
+
+    He's yellow all from head to foot,
+      And he is very sweet,
+    And very little trouble, for
+      He never wants to eat.
+
+    He never asks for water clear,
+      He never chirps for seed,
+    For cracker, or for cuttlefish,
+      For sugar or chickweed.
+
+    "Oh! what a perfect pet!" you cry,
+      But there's one little thing,
+    One drawback to the bonny bird,--
+      Our Peepsy cannot sing.
+
+    He chirps no song at dawn or eve,
+      He makes no merry din;
+    But this one cannot wonder at,
+      For Peepsy's made of tin.
+
+
+
+
+MAY SONG.
+
+
+    On a certain First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Came two merry little maids
+    Out to play.
+    Brown-haired Jeanie, sweet and wise,
+    Fair-haired Norah, with her eyes
+    Blue as are the morning skies.
+    Each in cap and kirtle gay,
+    Pretty little maids were they;
+    Light of heart and well content,
+    Through the fields they singing went,
+    On a merry First of May,
+    So they say.
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Came two sturdy little lads
+    By that way.
+    Miller's Robin from the mill,
+    Shepherd's Johnnie from the hill;
+    Bonny little lads, I trow,
+    Sunny eyes and open brow,
+    Ruddy cheeks and curly hair,
+    Sturdy legs all brown and bare,
+    Through the fields they marched along,
+    Whistling each his cheery song,
+    On a merry First of May,
+    So they say.
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Lads and lasses, there they met
+    On their way.
+    Said the lads, "We'll choose a queen!
+    May Day comes but once, I ween.
+    Search we all the country round,
+    Sweeter maids could not be found."
+    Laughed the lasses merrily,
+    "Ay! but which one shall it be?
+    John and Robin, tell us true,
+    Which is fairer of the two,
+    On this merry First of May?
+    Quickly say!"
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Shepherd Johnnie hushed his whistle
+    Blithe and gay;
+    "Brown eyes are more fair," said he,
+    "For they shine so winsomely!"
+    "Nay!" quoth Robin, "'tis confessed
+    Blue eyes _always_ are the best!
+    Fair-haired Norah wins the prize!"
+    "That she does not!" Johnnie cries;
+    "Norah's well enough, but Jean,
+    Brown and sweet, shall be the queen
+    On this merry First of May!
+    Choose _my_ way!"
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Soon to earnest turned their play.
+    Well-a-day!
+    Loud and angry words arose,
+    Angry words soon turned to blows;
+    John and Robin o'er the ground
+    Chase each other round and round,
+    Kicking, cuffing, here and there,
+    Shouting through the sweet May air:
+    "Jeanie!" "Norah!--is more fair!"
+    While the little maids aside,
+    Blue eyes, brown eyes, open wide
+    On this stormy First of May,
+    Well-a-day!
+
+    On this merry First of May,
+    So they say,
+    Jean and Norah stole away
+    From the fray.
+    "Silly lads!" they laughing cried,
+    "Let them as they will decide;
+    Shall we while they quarrel, pray,
+    Lose our pretty holiday?
+    Come away, and we may find
+    Other lads, who know their mind.
+    Or if not, why then, I ween,
+    Each will be the other's queen,
+    On this merry First of May.
+    Come away!"
+
+
+
+
+TWO LITTLE VALENTINES.
+
+     [_For two little girls._]
+
+
+    I.
+
+    Young Rosalind, she is my rose!
+    I care not who the secret knows;
+    So deep within my heart she grows,
+    Her constant bloom no winter knows;
+    Sweet Rosalind, she is my rose.
+
+    Alas! this rose hath yet a thorn,
+    Whereon my heart is daily torn.
+    The love I proffer her each morn,
+    That love she flings me back in scorn.
+    But shall I therefore idly mourn?
+    She'd be no rose _without_ the thorn.
+
+
+    II.
+
+    When the ivory lily darkens,
+    When the jealous rose turns pale,
+    Then I say, "My Julia's coming!
+    'Tis a sign will never fail."
+
+    When the bobolink is silent,
+    When the linnet stays her trill,
+    Then I say, "My Julia's singing!
+    At her voice the birds are still."
+
+    When I feel two velvet rose-leaves
+    Touch my eyes on either lid,
+    Then I say, "My Julia kissed me!"
+    And she answers, "Yes, me did!"
+
+
+
+
+A HOWL ABOUT AN OWL.
+
+
+    It was an owl lived in an oak,
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    He often smiled, but he seldom spoke,
+    And he wore a wig and a camlet cloak.
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    He fell in love with the chickadee,
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    He asked her, would she marry he,
+    And they'd go and live in Crim Tartaree.
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    "'Tis true," says he, "you are far from big."
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    "But you'll look twice as well when I've bought you a wig,
+    And I'll teach you the Lancers and the Chorus Jig."
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    "I'll feed you with honey when the moon grows pale."
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    "I'll hum you a hymn, and I'll sing you a scale,
+    Till you quiver with delight to the tip of your tail!"
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+    So he went for to marry of the chickadee,
+    Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
+    But the sun was so bright that he could not see,
+    So he married the hoppergrass instead of she.
+    And wasn't that a sad disappointment for he!
+    Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
+    Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
+
+
+
+
+OUR CELEBRATION.
+
+
+          Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!
+          Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!
+    Popguns all a-snapping, and banners all a-flapping,--
+          Off go the fire-crackers, bang! bang! bang!
+
+          Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!
+          Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!
+    Fish-horns all a-tooting, and schoolboys all a-hooting,--
+          Off the torpedoes go, crack! crack! crack!
+
+          Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!
+          Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!
+    Pin-wheels all a-turning, and fingers all a-burning,--
+          Off go the fireworks, fizz! fizz! fizz!
+
+          Off goes our little Ned, boo-hoo-hoo!
+          Off goes our little Ned, boo-hoo-hoo!
+    Big hole in his jacket, and another in his pocket,
+          Half the hair singed off his head,
+          Off goes our little Ned,--
+    Mamma'll put him straight to bed, boo-hoo-hoo!
+
+
+
+
+THE SONG OF THE CORN-POPPER.
+
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Here am I, all ready to pop.
+    Girls and boys, the fire burns clear;
+    Gather about the chimney here.
+    Big ones, little ones, all in a row.
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Into the bowl the kernels drop.
+    Sharp and hard and yellow and small;
+    Must say they don't look good at all.
+    But wait till they burst into warm white snow!
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Don't fill me too full; shut down the top!
+    Rake out the coals in an even bed,
+    Topaz yellow and ruby red;
+    Shade your eyes from the fiery glow.
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Shake me steadily; do not stop!
+    Backward and forward, not up and down;
+    Don't let me drop, or you'll burn it brown.
+    Never too high and never too low.
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    Now they are singing, and soon they'll hop.
+    Hi! the kernels begin to swell;
+    Ho! at last they are dancing well.
+    Puffs and fluffs of feathery snow,
+    Hop away! pop away! here we go!
+
+    Pip! pop! flippety flop!
+    All full, little ones? Time to stop!
+    Pour out the snowy, feathery mass;
+    Here is a treat for lad and lass.
+    Open your mouths now, all in a row;
+    Munch away! crunch away! here we go!
+
+
+
+
+WHAT BOBBY SAID.
+
+
+    I don't think it's right!
+      I don't think it's fair!
+    I don't like Easter
+      At all! so there!
+
+    It's only because
+      I'm young, you see,
+    They think they can play
+      Their tricks upon me.
+
+    They brought me an egg,
+      And a beauty, too!
+    All golden yellow,
+      With stripes of blue.
+
+    They said 'twas a true egg,
+      A _truly_ true!
+    And, of course, I supposed
+      It was so all through;
+
+    But when it was opened,
+      Just think what a shame!
+    'Twas just like the white ones,
+      Just _'zactly_ the same!
+
+    Part white and part yellow,
+      No bit of it blue,
+    And it tasted the same
+      As the other ones, too.
+
+    I don't think it's right,
+      And I don't think it's fair,
+    And I don't like Easter
+      _At all!_ so there!
+
+
+
+
+MASTER JACK'S VIEWS.
+
+     [_After a lesson in astronomy._]
+
+
+    The merry old World goes round, goes round,
+    And round the old World does go;
+    Day in, day out, from west to east,
+    At a pace that is far from slow.
+
+    And he's never been known to change his pace,
+    Or swerve an inch from his course,
+    Though his journey so easily shortened might be,
+    By cutting his orbit across.
+
+    If I were you, you silly old World,
+    I know well what I 'd do:
+    Break loose from that tiresome orbit-track,
+    And go spinning the Universe through.
+
+    I'd startle the stars from their morning nap,
+    With a "How do you do to-day?"
+    And before any one could take off his night-cap,
+    I'd be millions of miles away.
+
+    I'd warm my hands at the gate of the Sun,
+    And cool them off at the Pole;
+    Then off and away down the Milky Way,
+    How merrily I would roll!
+
+    I'd steal from Saturn his golden rings,
+    From Mars his mantle of red;
+    And I'd borrow the sword of Orion the brave,
+    To cut off the Serpent's head.
+
+    I'd saddle the Bear, and ride on his back,
+    Nor dream of being afraid;
+    And maybe I'd stop at the Archer's shop,
+    To see how the rainbows are made.
+
+    I'd race with the comets, I'd flirt with the moon,
+    I'd waltz with the Northern Lights,
+    Till the whole Solar System should hold up its hands
+    And exclaim, "What remarkable sights!"
+
+    But stay! to all these delightful things
+    One slight objection I see;
+    For if the World _should_ play these wonderful pranks.
+    Pray, what would become of me?
+
+    And what would become of papa and mamma?
+    And what would become of you?
+    And how should we like to go spinning about,
+    And careering the Universe through?
+
+    Well, the merry old World goes round, goes round,
+    And round the old World does go;
+    And a great deal better than you or I,
+    The wise old World must know!
+
+
+
+
+EMILY JANE.
+
+
+    Oh! Christmas time is coming again,
+    And what shall I buy for Emily Jane?
+    O Emily Jane, my love so true,
+    Now what upon earth shall I buy for you?
+    My Emily Jane, my doll so dear,
+    I've loved you now for many a year,
+    And still while there's anything left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+    My Emily Jane has lost her head,
+    And has a potato tied on instead;
+    A hole for an eye, and a lump for a nose,
+    It really looks better than you would suppose.
+    My Emily Jane has lost her arms,
+    The half of one leg's the extent of her charms;
+    But still, while there's anything left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+    And now, shall I bring you a fine new head,
+    Or shall I bring you a leg instead?
+    Or will you have arms, to hug me tight,
+    When naughty 'Lizabeth calls you a fright?
+    Or I'll buy you a dress of satin so fine,
+    'Mong all the dolls to shimmer and shine;
+    For oh! while there's anything left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+    Mamma says, "Keep all your pennies, Sue,
+    And I'll buy you a doll all whole and new;"
+    But better I love my dear old doll,
+    With her one half-leg and potato poll.
+    "The potato may rot, and the leg may fall?"
+    Well, then I shall treasure the sawdust, that's all!
+    For while there is _anything_ left of you,
+    My Emily Jane, I'll love you true!
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF THE MOTHER WHOSE CHILDREN ARE FOND OF DRAWING.
+
+
+    Oh, could I find the forest
+      Where the pencil-trees grow!
+    Oh, might I see their stately stems
+      All standing in a row!
+    I'd hie me to their grateful shade;
+      In deep, in deepest bliss;
+    For then I need not hourly hear
+      A chorus such as this:
+
+    _Chorus._ Oh, lend me a pencil, _please_, Mamma!
+    Oh, draw me some houses and trees, Mamma!
+    Oh, make me a floppy
+    Great poppy to copy,
+    And a horsey that prances and gees, Mamma!
+
+    The branches of the pencil-tree
+      Are pointed every one;
+    Ay! each one has a glancing point
+      That glitters in the sun.
+    The leaves are leaves of paper white,
+      All fluttering in the breeze;
+    Ah! could I pluck one rustling bough,
+      I'd silence cries like these:
+
+    _Chorus._ Oh, lend me a pencil, do, Mamma!
+    I've got mine all stuck in the glue, Mamma!
+    Oh, make me a pretty
+    Big barn and a city,
+    And a cow and a steam-engine too, Mamma!
+
+    The fruit upon the pencil-tree
+      Hangs ripening in the sun,
+    In clusters bright of pocket-knives,--
+      Three blades to every one.
+    Ah! might I pluck one shining fruit,
+      And plant it by my door,
+    The pleading cries, the longing sighs,
+      Would trouble me no more.
+
+    _Chorus._ Oh, sharpen a pencil for me, Mamma!
+    'Cause Johnny and Baby have three, Mamma!
+    And this isn't fine!
+    And Hal sat down on mine!
+    So do it bee-yu-ti-ful-_lee_, Mamma!
+
+
+
+
+THE SEVEN LITTLE TIGERS AND THE AGED COOK.
+
+
+    Seven little tigers they sat them in a row,
+    Their seven little dinners for to eat;
+    And each of the troop had a little plate of soup,
+    The effect of which was singularly neat.
+
+    They were feeling rather cross, for they hadn't any sauce
+    To eat with their pudding or their pie;
+    So they rumpled up their hair, in a spasm of despair,
+    And vowed that the aged cook should die.
+
+    Then they called the aged cook, and a frying-pan they took,
+    To fry him very nicely for their supper;
+    He was ninety-six years old, on authority I'm told,
+    And his name was Peter Sparrow-piper Tupper.
+
+    "Mr. Sparrow-piper Tup, we intend on you to sup!"
+    Said the eldest little tiger very sweetly;
+    But this naughty aged cook, just remarking, "Only look!"
+    Chopped the little tiger's head off very neatly.
+
+    Then he said unto the rest, "It has always been confessed
+    That a tiger's better eating than a man;
+    So I'll fry him for you now, and you all will find, I trow,
+    That to eat him will be much the better plan."
+
+    So they tried it in a trice, and found that it was nice,
+    And with rapture they embraced one another;
+    And they said, "By hook or crook, we must keep this aged cook;
+    So we'll ask him to become our elder brother."
+
+    [_Which they accordingly did._]
+
+
+
+
+AGAMEMNON.
+
+
+    About a king I have to tell,
+    Of all the woes that him befell
+    Through those who should have served him well,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    How he was huffed and cuffed about,
+    And tossed from windows, in and out,
+    With jest and gibe and eldritch shout,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    Of worsted was the monarch made,
+    Of gayest colors neatly laid
+    In each imaginable shade,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    His trousers were of scarlet hue,
+    His jacket of celestial blue,
+    With snow-white tunic peeping through,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    When he was young and in his prime,
+    On Christmas tree, in Christmas time,
+    He glowed like bird of tropic clime,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    His swarthy cheek, his beard of brown,
+    His gay attire and golden crown,
+    Showed him a king of high renown,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    The children, learning then to pore
+    O'er Father Homer's god-like lore,
+    Cried, "See! the king of men once more,
+              Great Agamemnon!
+    Now, when we play the siege of Troy,
+    Achilles, Hector, Ajax boy,
+    With us the fighting he'll enjoy,
+              Great Agamemnon!"
+
+    But well-a-day! the war began,
+    And Greek and Trojan, man to man,
+    In god-like fury raged and ran,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    'Twas Ajax seized the king, I trow,
+    And, using him as weapon now,
+    Did smite bold Hector on the brow,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    Then fierce and fell the contest grew;
+    From hand to hand the monarch flew,
+    Still clutched and hurled with fury new,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    His beaded eyes wept tears of shame,
+    His worsted cheeks with wrath did flame;
+    In vain he called each hero's name,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    At length great Hector seized the king
+    And gave his mighty arm a swing,
+    Then upward soared with sudden fling,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    Upon the high-pitched roof fell he,
+    And there, from Greek and Trojan free,
+    He lay for all the world to see,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    The fierce sun beat upon his head,
+    The rain washed white his trousers red,
+    The moon looked down on him and said,
+              "Poor Agamemnon!"
+    His gold and blue were gray and brown,
+    When Ajax, chief of high renown,
+    The roof-tree scaled, and brought him down,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+
+    And now within the nursery,
+    In doll-house parlor you may see
+    His dim and faded majesty,
+              Poor Agamemnon!
+    And still each little naughty boy,
+    Ranging the cupboards for some toy,
+    Cries out, "Aha! the siege of Troy!
+              Poor Agamemnon!"
+
+
+
+
+THE WEDDING.
+
+
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      Gallant young Hyacinth marries the Rose.
+    Here we all wait for the wedding procession,
+      Standing up high on our tippy-toe-toes.
+
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      First the three ushers on grasshoppers ride,--
+    Coxcomb, Larkspur, and gallant Sweet William,
+      Handsome young dandies as ever I spied.
+
+    Here in a coach come the bride's rich relations,--
+      Old Madam Damask and old Mr. Moss;
+    Greatly I fear they approve not the marriage,
+      Else they'd not look so uncommonly cross.
+
+    Here comes His Excellence Baron de Goldbug,
+      Leading the Dowager Duchess of Snail;
+    Feathers and fringe on the top of her bonnet,
+      Roses and rings on the end of her tail.
+
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      Here come the bridesmaids, by two and by two;
+    Gay little Primrose, fair little Snowdrop,
+      Peachblossom, Jasmine, and Eglantine too.
+
+    Last come the lovers, wrapped up in each other,
+      Thinking of love, and of little beside.
+    Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding!
+      Health and long life to the beautiful bride!
+
+
+
+
+SWING SONG.
+
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Here beneath my mother's wing,
+    Here beneath my mother's arm,
+    Never earthly thing can harm.
+    Up and down, to and fro,
+    With a steady sweep I go,
+    Like a swallow on the wing,
+    As I swing, as I swing.
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Honey-bee comes murmuring,
+    Humming softly in my ear,
+    "Come away with me, my dear!
+    In the tiger-lily's cup
+    Sweetest honey we will sup."
+    Go away, you velvet thing!
+    I must swing! I must swing!
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Butterfly comes fluttering,
+    "Little child, now come away
+    'Mid the clover-blooms to play;
+    Clover-blooms are red and white,
+    Sky is blue, and sun is bright.
+    Why then thus, with folded wing,
+    Sit and swing, sit and swing?"
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Oriole comes hovering.
+    "See my nest in yonder tree!
+    Little child, come work with me.
+
+    Learn to make a perfect nest,
+    That of all things is the best.
+    Come! nor longer loitering
+    Sit and swing, sit and swing!"
+
+    As I swing, as I swing,
+    Though I have not any wing,
+    Still I would not change with you,
+    Happiest bird that ever flew.
+    Butterfly and honey-bee,
+    Sure 'tis you must envy me,
+    Safe beneath my mother's wing
+    As I swing, as I swing.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE COSSACK.
+
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,
+    Who lived by the river Don:
+    He sat on a sea-green hassock,
+    And his grandfather's name was John.
+    His grandfather's name was John, my dears,
+    And he lived upon bottled stout;
+    And when he was found to be not at home,
+    He was frequently found to be out.
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He sat by the river-side,
+    And wept when he heard the people say
+    That his hair was probably dyed.
+    That his hair was probably dyed, my dears,
+    And his teeth were undoubtedly sham;
+    "If this be true," quoth the little Cossack,
+    "What a poor little thing I am!"
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He sat by the river's brim,
+    And he looked at the little fishes,
+    And the fishes looked back at him.
+    The fishes looked back at him, my dears,
+    And winked at him, which was wuss;
+    "If this be true, my friend," they said,
+    "You'd better come down to us."
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He said, "You are doubtless right,
+    Though drowning is not a becoming death
+    For it makes one look like a fright.
+    If my lovely teeth be crockery,
+    And my hair of Tyrian dye,
+    Then life is a bitter mockery,
+    And no more of it will I!"
+
+    The tale of the little Cossack,--
+    He drank of the stout so brown;
+    Then put his toes in the water,
+    And the fishes dragged him down.
+    And the people threw in his hassock
+    And likewise his grandfather John;
+    And there was an end of the family,
+    On the banks of the river Don.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT A VERY RUDE LITTLE BIRD SAID TO JOHNNY THIS MORNING.
+
+
+    Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!
+              Stupid old thing!
+    Why don't you fly, or hop at least?
+              Why don't you sing?
+    There you stand with your great long legs
+    Stiff as a couple of giant pegs;
+    Have you a nest with five blue eggs?
+              Have you _anything_?
+
+    Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!
+              Stubborn old thing!
+    Is that your only song, that harsh,
+              Loud muttering?
+    Here! listen, and try to imitate me!
+    Chirr-a-wink! chirr-a-wink! pirrip-wip-wee!
+    It's just as easy as easy can be,
+              Stubborn old thing!
+
+    Thing with two legs, out on the lawn!
+              Ugly old thing!
+    I hear my little brown wife in the nest
+              Soft chirruping.
+    And if you think I've nothing else to do
+    But stay here and talk to the like of you,
+    You're greatly mistaken, I tell you true!
+              Good-by, old thing!
+
+
+
+
+THE MONKEYS AND THE CROCODILE.
+
+
+      Five little monkeys
+      Swinging from a tree;
+    Teasing Uncle Crocodile,
+      Merry as can be.
+    Swinging high, swinging low,
+      Swinging left and right:
+    "Dear Uncle Crocodile,
+      Come and take a bite!"
+
+      Five little monkeys
+      Swinging in the air;
+    Heads up, tails up,
+      Little do they care.
+    Swinging up, swinging down,
+      Swinging far and near:
+    "Poor Uncle Crocodile,
+      Aren't you hungry, dear?"
+
+      Four little monkeys
+      Sitting in the tree;
+    Heads down, tails down,
+      Dreary as can be.
+    Weeping loud, weeping low,
+      Crying to each other:
+    "Wicked Uncle Crocodile,
+      To gobble up our brother!"
+
+
+
+
+PAINTED LADIES
+
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies,
+    That go running, climbing, running,
+    All about my cottage door.
+    Would you have their story, Johnny?
+    Sit beside me, Sweet-and-bonny!
+    You shall hear a sadder story
+    Than you ever beard before.
+
+    These were maidens fair and slender,
+    Some with dove-eyes, brown and tender,
+    Some with black, and some with blue eyes,
+    Locks of auburn, locks of gold.
+    Rosy cheeks, and lips of cherry,
+    Voices glad and laughter merry,
+    Ever smiling, ever singing,
+    Over gay and over bold.
+
+    And these maids were ever running,
+    Watching going, watching coming,
+    Asking questions of each other
+    And of every one they knew.
+    Peeping, peeping, here and yonder,
+    Ready still to guess and wonder,
+    "Was it she?" "And did he do it?"
+    "Tell me quickly!" "Tell me true!"
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies!
+    When the king came riding, riding,
+    For to seek him out a bride,
+    How they whispered, how they chattered;
+    Each herself in secret flattered
+    She could win him, she could wed him,
+    In an hour, if she tried.
+
+    So they prinked and pranked them gayly,
+    So they crimped and curled them daily,
+    Trying ring and trying jewel,
+    All their beauty to complete.
+    Not content with Nature's roses,
+    Fie! their cheeks are painted posies;
+    And their lips are red and reddest,
+    But alas! they are not sweet.
+
+    Then the king came riding stately,
+    On his charger set sedately,
+    With his golden robe about him,
+    And his crown upon his head.
+    Oh! a royal port and presence,
+    Meet for courtly love and pleasance;
+    Happy, happy is the maiden
+    He shall woo and he shall wed.
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies!
+    How they leaned from door and window,
+    Flinging roses 'neath his feet;
+    Silken robes and jewels shining,
+    White arms waving, tossing, twining,
+    Lips that laughed and eyes that languished,
+    Over bold and over sweet.
+
+    But the king looked gravely on them;
+    Cast no answering glance upon them;
+    Coldly turned from where they waited
+    In their beauty, in their pride.
+    "Find me out some modest maiden,
+    Not with silks and jewels laden,
+    One whose pureness, one whose sweetness
+    Fit her for a royal bride."
+
+    Oh, the pretty painted ladies!
+    Oh, the naughty painted ladies!
+    Red with shame and white with anger,
+    Back they pressed against the wall.
+    As they drew their silks around them,
+    Lo! some sudden magic bound them,
+    While they whispered, while they clustered,
+    Into flowers changed them all.
+
+    Glowing cheek and snowy bosom
+    Changed to white and ruddy blossom;
+    Locks of gold and locks of auburn
+    Into tendrils curling green.
+    While for silk and satin's shimmer,
+    And for jewels' rainbow glimmer,
+    Leaves that whispered, leaves that clustered,--
+    Only these were to be seen.
+
+    But the pretty painted ladies,
+    But the naughty painted ladies,
+    Still are running, climbing, running,
+    At the window, at the door.
+    Peeping, peeping, here and yonder,
+    "Is the story true?" you wonder;
+    Sure, I heard it from themselves, dear,
+    For they tell it o'er and o'er.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FISHY NONSENSE.
+
+
+    Timothy Tiggs and Tomothy Toggs,
+    They both went a-fishing for pollothywogs;
+      They both went a-fishing
+      Because they were wishing
+    To see how the creatures would turn into frogs.
+
+    Timothy Tiggs and Tomothy Toggs,
+    They both got stuck in the bogothybogs;
+      They caught a small minnow,
+      And said 'twas a sin oh!
+    That things with no legs should pretend to be frogs.
+
+
+
+
+LADY'S SLIPPER.
+
+
+    My lady she rose from her bower, her bower,
+      All under the linden tree.
+    'Twas midnight past, and the fairies' hour,
+      And up and away must she.
+
+    She's pulled on her slippers of golden yellow,
+      Her mantle of gossamer green;
+    And she's away to the elfin court,
+      To wait on the elfin queen.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+    And now she flitted, and now she stepped,
+      Through dells of the woodland deep,
+    Where owls were flying awake, awake,
+      And birds were sitting asleep.
+
+    And now she flitted, and now she trod,
+      Where the mist hung shadowy-white;
+    And the river lay gleaming, sleeping, dreaming,
+      Under the sweet moonlight.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+    And now she passed through the wild marsh-land,
+      Where the marsh-elves lay asleep;
+    And a heron blue was their watchman true,
+      Good watch and ward for to keep.
+
+    But Jack-in-the-Pulpit was wake, awake,
+      And saw my lady gay;
+    And he reached his hand as she fluttered past,
+      And caught her slipper away.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+    Oh! long that lady she searched and prayed,
+      And long she wept and besought;
+    But all would not do, and with one wee shoe
+      She must dance at the elfin court.
+
+    But she _might_ have found her slipper, her slipper,
+      It shone so golden-gay;
+    For I am no elf, yet I found it myself,
+      And I brought it home to-day.
+
+    Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
+      Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
+    She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
+      A-tripping it over the dew.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE SONG TO SING TO A LITTLE MAID IN A SWING.
+
+
+    If I were a fairy king,
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    I would give to you a ring,
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    With a diamond set so bright
+    That the shining of its light
+    Should make morning of the night,
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Should make morning of the night.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    On each ringlet as it fell
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    I would tie a golden bell;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    And the golden bells would chime
+    In a little merry rhyme,
+    In the merry summer-time,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    In the happy summer-time.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    You should wear a satin gown
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    All with ribbons falling down;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    And your little darling feet,
+    Oh, my Pretty and my Sweet,
+    Should be shod with silver neat,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Shod with silver slippers neat.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    All the flowers in the land
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    You should hold in either hand;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    And the myrtle and the rose
+    Should spring up beneath your toes,
+    For to gratify your nose,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    For to gratify your nose.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+    But I'm not a fairy, Pet,
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Am not even a king as yet;
+        (Swinging oh!)
+    So all that I can do
+    Is to kiss your little shoe,
+    And to make a queen of you,--
+        (Swinging high, swinging low,)
+    Make a fairy queen of you.
+        (Swinging oh!)
+
+
+
+
+BETTY IN BLOSSOM-TIME.
+
+
+    Snow, snow, down from the apple-trees,
+    Pink and white drifting of petals sweet,
+    Kiss her and crown her, our Lady of Blossoming,
+    Here as she sits on the apple-tree seat.
+
+    Has she not gathered the summer about her?
+    Look, how it laughs from her lips and her eyes!
+    Think you the sun there would shine on without her?
+    Nay! 'tis her smile keeps the gray from the skies.
+
+    Fire of the rose and snow of the jessamine,
+    Gold of the lily-dust hid in her hair;
+    Day holds his breath and Night comes up to look at her,
+    Leaving their strife for a vision so rare.
+
+    Snow, snow, down from the apple-trees,
+    Pink and white drifting of petals sweet,
+    Kiss her and crown her, and flutter a-down her,
+    And carpet the ground for her dear little feet.
+
+
+
+
+BETTY'S SONG.
+
+
+                    Little Two-shoes,
+                    Little Toddle-toes,
+    Like a little pretty pinky winky rose,
+                    Come to me, now,
+                    And we'll see, now,
+    How the rocking-chair away to By-land goes.
+
+                    With a heigh ho,
+                    And a by-low,
+    And a swinging, swinging softly to and fro;
+                    With a sleepy croon,
+                    All about the moon,
+    How she puts the sleepy stars to beddy oh!
+
+                    With a hey-day,
+                    And a rock-away,
+    And a patting down the hands that want to play;
+                    With a swing swong
+                    In the drowsy song,
+    That forgets the drowsy words it has to say.
+
+                    Now the lids close,
+                    Just when no one knows,
+    And the dimpled flush grows deeper, rose on rose.
+                    Little Two-shoes,
+                    Little Toddle-toes,
+    With the rocking-chair away to By-land goes.
+
+
+
+
+A NONSENSE TRAGEDY.
+
+
+    Brown owl sat on a caraway tree,
+    Ruffly, puffly, great big owl;
+    Who so learned and wise as he?
+    Huffly, snuffly, eminent fowl.
+
+    Black bat hung by a twig of the tree,
+    Blinkety, winkety, blind old bat;
+    Paying his court to the bumble-bee,
+    Fuzzy bee, buzzy bee, yellow and fat.
+
+    "Oh!" said the owl, "but the sun is so bright.
+    Blazing, crazing, fiery sun,
+    How can I possibly wait till night?
+    Sweltering, meltering, not much fun!"
+
+    "Oh!" said the bat, "if a cloud would come,
+    Showery, lowery, nice gray cloud,
+    I'd take my love to my cavern home,
+    Happily, flappily, pleased and proud."
+
+    "Oh!" said the bee, "but if that be all,
+    Whimpering, simpering, blear-eyed bat,
+    Yonder's a cloud coming up at your call,
+    Scowling, growling, black as your hat."
+
+    "Oh!" said the owl and the bat together:
+    "Rollicky, jollicky, nice fat cloud,
+    Give us some good, black, thundery weather;
+    Roar away, pour away, can't be too loud!"
+
+    Up came the cloud, spreading far and wide,
+    Billowy, pillowy, black as night;
+    Brisk little hurricane sitting inside,
+    Blow away, strow away, out of sight.
+
+    Off went the owl like a thistle-down puff,
+    Ruffly, huffly, rolled in a ball;
+    Off went the bat like a candle-snuff,
+    Fly away, die away, terrible fall.
+
+    Off went the twig, and off went the tree,
+    Crashing, smashing, splintering round;
+    Nothing was left but the bumble-bee,
+    And who so merry, so merry as she,
+    As she laughed, "Ho! ho!" as she laughed, "He! he!
+    Creep away, sleep away, hole in the ground."
+
+
+
+
+FROM NEW YORK TO BOSTON.
+
+     [_Allegro con moto._]
+
+
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail;
+    Conductor the tickets is clipping,
+    Boy has bananas for sale.
+    Raindrops outside are a-dripping,--
+    Dripping o'er meadow and vale.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Clankety clankety clank,
+    Clinkety clinkety cling;
+    Five little boys on a bank,
+    One little girl in a swing.
+    Fishhawk o'erhead in the distance,
+    Spreading his wings like a sail.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    "Puck, Life, Frank Leslie, and Harper!
+    Latest editions, just out!"
+    Boy is an impudent sharper!
+    All are last week's, I've no doubt.
+    "Every new monthly and weekly,
+    Every new novel and tale!"
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Jogglety jogglety joggle!
+    Jigglety jigglety jig!
+    Snuffy old man with a goggle,
+    Acid old dame with a wig,
+    Pretty girl peacefully sleeping
+    Under her gold-spotted veil.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Now we are duly admonished,
+    Hartford's the place we reach next;
+    Cow in the field looks astonished,
+    Sheep in the pasture perplexed.
+    Furious puppy pursues us,
+    Cocking a truculent tail.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    "Lozenges, peanuts, and candy!
+    Apples and oranges sweet!"
+    Legs are so frightfully bandy,
+    Wonder he keeps on his feet.
+    "All the New York evening papers,--
+    Times, Tribune, World, Sun, and Mail!"
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Engine goes "Whoosh!" at the station,
+    Engine goes "Whizz!" o'er the plain;
+    Horses express consternation,
+    Drivers remonstrate in vain.
+    Smoke-witches dancing about us,
+    Sparks in a fiery train.
+    Here we go skilfully skipping,
+    Riding the resonant rail.
+
+    Tinklety tinklety tink!
+    Tunklety tunklety tunk!
+    Nearing the station, I think.
+    Where is the check for my trunk?
+    "Boston!" and "Boston!" and "Boston!"
+    Home of my fathers, all hail!
+    Here we go joyfully jumping,
+    Away from the resonant rail.
+
+
+
+
+SANDY GODOLPHIN.
+
+
+    Sandy Godolphin sat up on the hill,
+    And up on the hill sat he;
+    And the only remark he was known to make,
+    Was "Fiddledy diddledy dee!"
+
+    He made it first in the high Hebrew,
+    And then in the Dutch so low,
+    In Turkish and Russian and Persian and Prussian,
+    And rather more tongues than I know.
+
+    He made this remark until it was dark,
+    And he could no longer see;
+    Then he lighted his lamp, because it was damp,
+    And gave him the neuralgee.
+
+    Sandy Godolphin came down from the hill,
+    And moaned in a dark despair:
+    "I've finished," said he, "with my fiddledy dee,
+    For nobody seems to care."
+
+
+
+
+MY CLOCK.
+
+
+    My little clock, my little clock,
+    He lives upon the shelf;
+    He stands on four round golden feet,
+    And so supports himself.
+
+    His face is very white and clean,
+    His hands are very black;
+    He has no soap to wash them with,
+    And suffers from the lack.
+
+    He holds them up, his grimy hands,
+    And points at me all day;
+    "Make haste, make haste, the moments waste!"
+    He always seems to say.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! I am a clock;
+    I'm always up to time.
+    Ding dong! ding dong! the whole day long
+    My silver warnings chime.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis nine o'clock,
+    And time to go to school;
+    Don't loiter 'mid the buttercups,
+    Or by the wayside pool.
+
+    "Ding dong! tick tock! 'tis two o'clock.
+    The dinner's getting cold;
+    You'd better hurry down, you child,
+    Or your mamma will scold.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis six o'clock.
+    You've had the afternoon
+    To play and romp, so now come in;
+    Your tea'll be ready soon.
+
+    "Tick tock! tick tock! 'tis nine o'clock.
+    To bed, to bed, my dear!
+    Sleep sound, until I waken you,
+    When day is shining clear."
+
+    So through the night and through the day,
+    My busy little clock,
+    He talks and talks and talks away,
+    With ceaseless "tick" and "tock."
+
+    But warning others on his shelf,
+    All earnest as he stands,
+    He never thinks to warn himself;
+    He'll _never_ wash his hands.
+
+
+
+
+MY UNCLE JEHOSHAPHAT.
+
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat had a pig,--
+      A pig of high degree;
+    And he always wore a brown scratch wig,
+      Most beautiful for to see.
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat loved this pig,
+      And the piggywig he loved him;
+    And they both jumped into the lake one day,
+      To see which best could swim.
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat he swam up,
+      And the piggywig he swam down;
+    And so they both did win the prize,
+      Which the same was a velvet gown.
+
+    My Uncle Jehoshaphat wore one half,
+      And the piggywig wore the other;
+    And they both rode to town on the brindled calf,
+      To carry it home to its mother.
+
+
+
+
+ROSY POSY.
+
+
+    There was a little Rosy,
+    And she had a little nosy;
+    And she made a little posy,
+    All pink and white and green.
+    And she said, "Little nosy,
+    Will you smell my little posy?
+    For of all the flowers that growsy,
+    Such sweet ones ne'er were seen."
+
+    So she took the little posy,
+    And she put it to her nosy,
+    On her little face so rosy,
+    The flowers for to smell;
+    And which of them was Rosy,
+    And which of them was nosy,
+    And which of them was posy,
+    You really could not tell!
+
+
+[Illustration: MY WALLPAPER. ]
+
+
+
+
+SICK-ROOM FANCIES.
+
+
+    I.
+
+    MY WALL-PAPER.
+
+    The paper roses, blue and red,
+    That climbing go about my bed,
+    All up and down my chamber wall,
+    A-quarrelling one day did fall;
+    And as with half-shut eyes I lay,
+    'Twas thus I heard the roses say:
+
+    "You vulgar creature!" cried the Red,
+    "I wonder you dare raise your head,
+    Much less go flaunting here and there
+    With such a proud and perky air.
+    I am a rose indeed; but _you_!
+    Who ever heard of roses blue?
+    Your sense of truth, Ma'am, must be small,
+    To call yourself a rose at all."
+
+    The Blue Rose proudly raised her head;
+    "Your humble servant, Ma'am!" she said.
+    "My family, I own, is far
+    From being such as you, Ma'am, are.
+    We blossomed lately in the sky,
+    A fairy plucked us, floating by,
+    And flung us down to earth, that we
+    Might show what roses _ought_ to be.
+    So, while we still adorn the earth,
+    Our hue attests our skyey birth."
+
+    Just then _my_ Rose came through the room;
+    And in her hand, in wondrous bloom,
+    A lovely snow-white bud she bore,
+    With diamond dew-drops sprinkled o'er.
+    She laid it in my hand, and "See,"
+    She said, "how fair a rose may be!"
+    The paper roses, Blues and Reds,
+    For shame hung down their silly heads.
+    I watched them, laughing, as I lay,
+    But not another word said they.
+
+
+    II.
+
+    MY JAPANESE FAN.
+
+    I have a friend, a little friend,
+    Who lives upon a fan;
+    Perhaps he is a woman,
+    Perhaps she is a man.
+    His clothes they are so very queer,
+    So _very_ queer, in sooth,
+    I sometimes call him "lovely maid,"
+    And sometimes "gentle youth."
+
+    Her hair is combed up straight and smooth
+    Above his pretty face.
+    His looks are full of friendliness;
+    Her attitude, of grace.
+    And every morning when I wake,
+    And every evening too,
+    She greets me with his pleasant smile,
+    And friendly "How-d'ye-do?"
+
+    She wonders why I lie in bed;
+    He thinks my wisest plan
+    Would be to come and live with her
+    Upon a paper fan.
+    But that, alas! can never be;
+    And so I never can
+    Know whether he's a woman,
+    Or whether she's a man.
+
+
+
+
+MARJORIE'S KNITTING.
+
+
+    In the chimney-corner our Marjorie sits,
+    Softly singing the while she knits.
+    The fire-light, flickering here and there,
+    Plays on her face and her shining hair;
+
+    And glimmering bright in the fitful glow,
+    Backward and forward her needles go,--
+    Backward and forward, swift and true,--
+    And hark! the needles are singing too.
+
+    "One and two and three and four,
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, good little girl!"
+
+    And what is our Marjorie knitting, I pray?
+    A soft, warm scarf, for a wintry day,
+    A pair of mittens for schoolboy Fred,
+    Or some reins for toddling Baby Ned?
+
+    I cannot see, in the twilight gray,
+    How many needles are working away;
+    But I see them flickering in and out,
+    And _they_ know exactly what they are about.
+
+    "One and two and three and four
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, good little girl!"
+
+    The fire is whispering, "Marjorie mine,
+    'Tis a positive pleasure on you to shine,
+    From your pretty brown hair, all shining and neat,
+    Down to your dainty, trim-slippered feet."
+
+    The kettle is murmuring, "Marjorie dear,
+    'Tis all for your sake that I'm bubbling here;
+    But though I have bubbled both loud and long,
+    You've ears for nought save those needles' song."
+
+    "One and two and three and four,
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, good little girl!"
+
+    Marjorie cheerily works away,
+    Nor ever her thoughts from her knitting stray.
+    Whatever it is, 'twill be sure to fit,
+    For loving thoughts in the web are knit.
+
+    The kettle may bubble, the fire may burn,
+    But Marjorie's thoughts they cannot turn;
+    And I think my heart must be working too,
+    For it seems to sing as the needles do.
+
+    "One and two and three and four,
+    Counting and narrowing o'er and o'er;
+    Knit and rib and seam and purl.
+    Clickety clackety, dear little girl!"
+
+
+
+
+HE AND HIS FAMILY.
+
+
+    His father was a whale,
+    With a feather in his tail,
+    Who lived in the Greenland sea;
+    And his mother was a shark,
+    Who kept very dark
+    In the Gulf of Caribbee.
+    His uncles were a skate,
+    And a little whitebait,
+    And a flounder, and a chub beside;
+    And a lovely pickerel,
+    Both a beauty and a belle,
+    Had promised for to be his bride.
+    You may think these things are strange,
+    And they _are_ a little change
+    From the ordinary run, 'tis true;
+    But the queerest thing (to me)
+    Of all appeared to be,
+    That _he_ was a kangaroo!
+
+
+
+
+EASTER-TIME.
+
+
+    The little flowers came through the ground,
+      At Easter-time, at Easter-time;
+    They raised their heads and looked around,
+          At happy Easter-time.
+     And every pretty bud did say,
+    "Good people, bless this holy day;
+    For Christ is risen, the angels say,
+          This happy Easter-time."
+
+    The scarlet lily raised its cup,
+      At Easter-time, at Easter-time;
+    The crocus to the sky looked up,
+          At happy Easter-time.
+    "We hear the song of heaven!" they say;
+    "Its glory shines on us to-day,
+    Oh! may it shine on us alway,
+          At happy Easter-time."
+
+    'Twas long and long and long ago,
+      That Easter-time, that Easter-time;
+    But still the scarlet lilies blow
+          At happy Easter-time.
+    And still each little flower doth say,
+    "Good Christians, bless this holy day;
+    For Christ is risen, the angels say,
+          At blessed Easter-time."
+
+
+
+
+EASTER.
+
+
+    Give flowers to all the children,
+      This blessed Easter Day,--
+    Fair crocuses and snowdrops,
+      And tulips brave and gay;
+
+    Bright nodding daffodillies,
+      And purple iris tall,
+    And sprays of silver lilies,
+      The loveliest of all.
+
+    And tell them, tell the children,
+      How in the dark, cold earth,
+    The flowers have been waiting
+      Till spring should give them birth.
+
+    All winter long they waited,
+      Till the south wind's soft breath
+    Bade them rise up in beauty,
+      And bid farewell to death.
+
+    Then tell the little children
+      How Christ our Saviour, too,
+    The flower of all eternity,
+      Once death and darkness knew.
+
+    How, like these blossoms, silent,
+      Within the tomb he lay;
+    Then rose in light and glory,
+      To live in heaven alway.
+
+    So take the flowers, children,
+      And be ye pure as they;
+    And sing of Christ our Saviour,
+      This blessed Easter Day.
+
+
+
+
+JACKY FROST.
+
+
+    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
+      Came in the night;
+    Left the meadows that he crossed
+      All gleaming white.
+    Painted with his silver brush
+      Every window-pane;
+    Kissed the leaves and made them blush,
+      Blush and blush again.
+
+    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
+      Crept around the house,
+    Sly as a silver fox,
+      Still as a mouse.
+    Out little Jenny came,
+      Blushing like a rose;
+    Up jumped Jacky Frost,
+      And pinched her little nose.
+
+
+
+
+SUBTRACTION.
+
+
+    Six from four leaves two, Mamma,
+    Six from four leaves two.
+    Surely that is right, Mamma,--
+    Don't you think 'twill do?
+
+    Please don't shake your head, Mamma!
+    Well, it's _nearly_ right;
+    And what difference does it make
+    If it isn't _quite_?
+
+    Hark! the boys are there, Mamma,
+    Out upon the lawn;
+    If I don't go soon, Mamma,
+    They will all be gone.
+
+    _I_ would let _you_ go, Mamma,
+    Were I teaching you.
+    Six from four leaves two--oh dear!
+
+    _Four_ from _six_ leaves two, Mamma!
+    Now I have it right.
+    Well! upon my word, I think
+    I wasn't very bright.
+
+    Dear Mamma, before I go,
+    Here's a kiss for you.
+    Four from six leaves two, hurrah!
+    Four from six leaves two!
+
+
+
+
+GRANDFATHER DEAR.
+
+     [_Written for Decoration Day._]
+
+
+    Jonquil and daffodil mine,
+    Lift me your golden-crowned heads!
+    Cockscomb and peony fine,
+    Lend me your lordliest reds!
+    Tying my posy up here,
+    I must have flowers at will;
+    They are for Grandfather dear,
+    There where he sleeps on the hill.
+
+    Grandfather dear was a soldier,
+    Gallant and handsome and young.
+    Flowers, I'll show you his picture,
+    Over the shelf where 'tis hung.
+    Yes, and his sword hangs beneath it,
+    The sword that he waved as he fell,
+    Fighting on Winchester Field,--
+    The field he was holding so well.
+
+    So when the year's at the sweetest,
+    Mother and Grandmother dear
+    And I, we go gathering flowers,
+    So sweet as they're blossoming here.
+    And when Grandfather looks down from heaven,
+    As he looks, and looks lovingly still,
+    He smiles as he sees his own flowers,
+    All shining and sweet on the hill.
+
+
+
+
+GATHERING APPLES.
+
+
+    Down in the orchard, down in the orchard,
+    Under the gold-apple tree,
+    One little maid and two little maids
+    Frolic, merry and free.
+    Brown as a berry, red as a rose,
+    Sweeter maidens nobody knows.
+    "What are you doing, Marjorie?
+    Marjorie, tell to me?"
+    Up she lifted her curly head,
+    (Oh, but her cheeks were rosy-red!)
+    Shaking her curls right saucily,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said she, said she,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said she.
+
+    Down in the orchard, down in the orchard,
+    Under the gold-apple tree,
+    Softly treading, the farmer came,
+    Peeping so warily.
+    Six feet high from his head to his toes;
+    A jollier farmer nobody knows.
+    "What are you doing, farmer, pray?
+    Jolly old farmer, say!"
+    Up he caught them both in his arms;
+    Oh, the shrieks, the merry alarms!
+    Closer clasping them lovingly,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said he, said he,
+    "I'm gathering apples!" said he.
+
+
+
+
+THE BALLAD OF THE BEACH.
+
+
+    "Take off thy stockings, Samuel!
+      Now take them off, I pray;
+    Roll up thy trousers, Samuel,
+      And come with me to play.
+
+    "The ebbing tide has left the sand
+      All hard and smooth and white,
+    And we will build a goodly fort,
+      And have a goodly fight."
+
+    Then Samuel he pulled off
+      His hose of scarlet hue,
+    And Samuel he rolled up
+      His breeches darkly blue.
+
+    And hand-in-hand with Reginald,
+      He hied him to the beach;
+    Each little boy a shovel had,
+      And eke a pail had each.
+
+    Then down upon the shining sand
+      Right joyfully they sat;
+    And far upon the shining sand
+      Each tossed his broad-brimmed hat.
+
+    Then valiantly to work they went,
+      Like sturdy lads and true;
+    And there they built a stately fort,
+      The best that they might do.
+
+    "Now sit we down within the walls,
+      Which rise above our head,
+    And we will make us cannon-balls
+      Of sand, as good as lead."
+
+    Now as they worked, these little boys,
+      Full glad in heart and mind,
+    The creeping tide came back again,
+      To see what it could find.
+
+    The creeping tide came up the sand,
+      To see what it could do;
+    And there it found two broad-brimmed hats,
+      With ribbons red and blue.
+
+    And "See now!" said the creeping tide;
+      "These hats belong, I trow,
+    To Reginald and Samuel;
+      I saw them here but now."
+
+    And "See now!" said the creeping tide;
+      "What hinders me to float
+    These hats out to the boys' mamma,
+      Is sailing in a boat?"
+
+    Then up there came two little waves,
+      All rippling so free;
+    They lifted up the broad-brimmed hats,
+      And bore them out to sea.
+
+    The ribbons red and ribbons blue
+      Streamed gallantly away;
+    The straw did glitter in the sun,
+      Were never craft so gay!
+
+    The mother of these little lads
+      Was sailing on the sea;
+    And now she laughed, and now she sang,
+      And who so blithe as she?
+
+    And "Look!" she said; "what things be these
+      That dance upon the wave,
+    All fluttering and glittering
+      And sparkling so brave?
+
+    "Now row me well, my brethren, twain,
+      Now row me o'er the sea!
+    For we will chase these tiny craft,
+      And see what they may be."
+
+    They rowed her fast, they rowed her well,--
+      Too well, those gallants true;
+    For when she reached the broad-brimmed hats,
+      Right well those hats she knew.
+
+    "Alas!" she cried; "my little lads
+      Are drowned in the sea!"
+    Then down she sank in deadly swoon,
+      As pale as she might be.
+
+    They rowed her well, those gallants gay,
+      They rowed her to the land;
+    They lifted up that lady pale,
+      And bore her up the strand.
+
+    But as they bore her up the beach,
+      The balls began to fly,
+    And hit those gallants on the nose,
+      And hit them in the eye.
+
+    They looked here, they looked there,
+      To see whence this might be;
+    And soon they spied a stately fort,
+      Beside the salt, salt sea.
+
+    And straight from out the stately fort
+      The balls were flying free;
+    Each gallant rubbed his smitten nose,
+      And eke his eye rubbed he.
+
+    They looked within the stately fort,
+      To see who aimed so well;
+    And there was little Reginald,
+      And youthful Samuel.
+
+    They lifted up those little lads,
+      Each by his waisty-band;
+    And down beside that lady pale
+      They set them on the sand.
+
+    And first that lady waxed more pale,
+      And syne she waxed full red;
+    And syne she kissed those little boys,
+      But not a word she said.
+
+    Then up and spoke those gallants gay,
+      "You naughty little chaps,
+    Your poor mamma you've frightened sore,
+      And made her ill, perhaps.
+
+    "And if you are not shaken well,
+      And if you are not spanked,
+    It will not be your uncles' fault;
+      So _they_ need not be thanked."
+
+    Then up and spoke those little lads,
+      All mournful as they sat;
+    And each did cry, "Ah, woe is me!
+      I've lost--my nice--new--hat!"
+
+    Then up and spoke that lady fair,
+      "Nay, nay, my little dears,
+    You sha'n't be spanked! so come with me,
+      And wipe away your tears.
+
+    "There be more hats in Boston town,
+      For little boys to wear;
+    And as for those that you have lost,
+      I pray their voyage be fair.
+
+    "For since I have my little lads,
+      The hats may sail away
+    Around the world and back again,
+      Forever and a day!"
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOTS OF A HOUSEHOLD.
+
+     [_After Mrs. Hemans._]
+
+
+    They came in beauty, side by side,
+    They filled one house with noise;
+    And now they're trotting far and wide,
+    On feet of girls and boys.
+
+    The self-same shoemaker did bend
+    O'er every heel and toe;
+    Shaped all their upper leathers fair,--
+    Where are those leathers now?
+
+    One pair is kicking 'gainst the bench,
+    The patient bench, at school;
+    And two are wading through the mud,
+    And splashing in the pool.
+
+    "The sea, the blue, lone sea," hath one.
+    He left it on the beach;
+    A merry wave came dancing up,
+    And bore it out of reach.
+
+    One sleeps where depths of slimy bog
+    Are glossed with grasses o'er;
+    One hasty plunge--it loosed its hold,
+    And sank to rise no more.
+
+    One pair--aha! I see them now,
+    And know them past all doubt;
+    For through each leather, gaping wide,
+    A rosy toe peeps out.
+
+    And parted thus, old, dusty, torn,
+    They travel far and wide,
+    Who in the shop, in shining rows,
+    Sat lately side by side.
+
+    And thus they frolic, frolic there,
+    And thus they caper here;
+    But great and small, and torn and all,
+    To mother's heart are dear.
+
+    [N. B.--_Also to father's purse._]
+
+
+
+
+THE PALACE
+
+
+    It's far away under the water,
+    And it's far away under the sea,
+    There's a beautiful palace a-waiting
+    For my little Rosy and me.
+
+    [Illustration: Queen Rosy]
+
+    The roof is made of coral,
+    And the floor is made of pearl,
+    And over it all the great waves fall
+    With a terrible tumble and whirl.
+
+    The fishes swim in at the window,
+    And the fishes swim out at the door,
+    And the lobsters and eels go dancing quadrilles
+    All over the beautiful floor.
+
+    There's a silver throne at on end,
+    And a golden throne at the other;
+    And on them you see, as plain as can be,
+    "Queen Rosy" and "Queen Mother."
+
+    And I will sit on the silver throne,
+    And Rosy shall sit on the gold;
+    And there we will stay, and frolic and play,
+    Until we're a thousand years old.
+
+
+
+
+BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.
+
+
+    Do you see that stately column,
+              Children dear,
+    Lifting its gray head to heaven,
+              Year by year?
+    Telling of the battle fought,
+    Telling of the good work wrought,
+    Telling of the victory bought,
+              Bought so dear!
+
+    Oh! the costly blood that flowed,
+              Children mine!
+    Fast as from the purple grapes
+              Flows the wine!
+    Oh! the heroes lying dead!
+    Oh! the women's hearts that bled!
+    Oh! the bitter tears they shed,
+              Children mine!
+
+    Long ago the tears were dried,
+              Children dear!
+    Long ago the weepers died,
+              Year by year.
+    But the column old and gray
+    Tells the story day by day.
+    "Victory!" it seems to say.
+              "Victory's here!"
+
+
+
+
+MAY.
+
+
+    Is there anything new to sing about you,
+                  May, my dear?
+    Any unhackneyed thing about you,
+                  Pray, my dear?
+    Anything that has not been sung
+    Long ago, when the world was young,
+    By silver throat and golden tongue?
+                  Say, my dear!
+
+    So many have said that your eyes are blue,
+                  May, my dear;
+    It must be a tiresome fact, though true,
+                  May, my dear.
+    And if I, for one, my gracious Queen,
+    Should boldly assert that your eyes are green,
+    'Twould be a relief to you, I ween.
+                  Eh, my dear?
+
+    We know, at the touch of your garment's fold,
+                  May, my dear,
+    The daisies come starring with white and gold
+                  The way, my dear;
+    We know that the painted blossoms all
+    Come starting up at your gentle call,
+    By dale and meadow and garden wall,
+                  May, my dear.
+
+    We know that your birds have the sweetest tune,
+                  May, my dear;
+    And lovers love best beneath your moon,
+                  They say, my dear.
+    And I might add that your perfumed kiss
+    Is considered productive of highest bliss;
+    But you must be so tired of hearing this.
+                  Eh, my dear?
+
+    No, I really don't think there's anything fresh
+                  Or new, my dear;
+    For life is short, and available rhymes
+                  Are few, my dear.
+    So if I say nought about vernal bowers,
+    And forbear to mention the sunlit showers,
+    I think I shall make the best use of my powers.
+                  Don't you, my dear?
+
+    And yet--yet I cannot help loving you so,
+                  May, my dear,
+    That the old words, whether I will or no,
+                  I say, my dear.
+    And how you are fair, and how you are sweet,
+    My loving lips forever repeat,--
+    And is this the reason you pass so fleet?
+                  Ah, stay, my dear!
+
+
+
+
+GREGORY GRIGGS.
+
+
+    Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs,
+    Had forty-seven different wigs;
+    He wore them up, and he wore them down,
+    To please the people of Boston town.
+    He wore them east, and he wore them west,
+    But he never could tell which he liked the best.
+
+
+
+
+A NURSERY TRAGEDY.
+
+
+    It was a lordly elephant,
+    His name, his name was Sprite;
+    He stood upon the nursery floor,
+    All ready for a fight.
+
+    He looked upon the rocking-horse,
+    Who proudly prancing stood:
+    "O rocking-horse! O shocking horse!
+    I'm thirsting for your blood!
+
+    "How dare you stand and look at me,
+    You ugly snorting thing?
+    Know, that of every living beast,
+    The elephant is king!
+
+    "And if a person looks at me,
+    Unless I give him leave,
+    He's very apt to meet his death
+    Too swiftly for reprieve.
+
+    "You are the most unpleasant beast
+    I e'er have looked on yet;
+    Although the stupid children here
+    Will make of you a pet.
+
+    "I hate your tail of waving hair!
+    I hate your bits of brass!
+    But more, oh, more than all, I hate
+    Your gleaming eyes of glass!
+
+    "Were you of cotton-flannel made,
+    As nursery beasts should be,
+    With eyes of good black boot-buttons,
+    You then might look at me.
+
+    "I might forgive your want of tusks,
+    Your lack of trunk forgive;
+    But that wild, goggling, glassy glare--
+    No! never, while I live!
+
+    "So get you gone, you rocking-horse!
+    Go to your closet-shed,
+    And there, behind the wood-basket,
+    Conceal your ugly head!"
+
+    But as the elephant thus did scold
+    And rage and fume and roar,
+    The rocking-horse rocked over him,
+    And crushed him to the floor.
+
+
+
+
+THE UMBRELLA BRIGADE
+
+
+    "Pitter patter!" falls the rain
+    On the school-room window-pane.
+    Such a plashing! such a dashing!
+    Will it e'er be dry again?
+    Down the gutter rolls a flood,
+    And the crossing's deep in mud;
+    And the puddles! oh, the puddles
+    Are a sight to stir one's blood!
+
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    But let it rain
+    Tree-toads and frogs,
+    Muskets and pitchforks,
+    Kittens and dogs!
+    Dash away! plash away!
+    Who is afraid?
+    Here we go,
+    The Umbrella Brigade!
+
+    Pull the boots up to the knee!
+    Tie the hoods on merrily!
+    Such a hustling! such a jostling!
+    Out of breath with fun are we.
+    Clatter, clatter, down the street,
+    Greeting every one we meet,
+    With our laughing and our chaffing,
+    Which the laughing drops repeat.
+
+
+    _Chorus._
+
+    So let it rain
+    Tree-toads and frogs,
+    Muskets and pitchforks,
+    Kittens and dogs!
+    Dash away! plash away!
+    Who is afraid?
+    Here we go,
+    The Umbrella Brigade!
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCESS IN SATURN AND THE RED MAN IN MARS.
+
+
+    There once was a princess both fair and tall,
+    Who did not live on this earth at all.
+    She lived up in Saturn,
+    And she was a pattern
+    Of every accomplishment, great and small;
+    The graces and virtues, she had them all.
+
+    Greek, Latin, and Hebrew, she had them pat;
+    And she played on the sackbut! think of that!
+    And she sang so sweet,
+    All the birds at her feet
+    With envy and sorrow fell down quite flat;
+    I've been told they fell down quite remarkably flat.
+
+    Now all the princes and all the kings
+    Who lived in Saturn and all his rings,
+    They came and knelt
+    Where the princess dwelt;
+    And they brought her all sorts of beautiful things,--
+    Oh! quite an assortment of elegant things.
+
+    For one king brought her a diamond hat;
+    And another presented a two-legged cat;
+    While another one said,
+    "When my uncle is dead,
+    I will give you his monkey. Be sure of that!
+    His talented monkey; depend upon that!"
+
+    One powerful prince, with a haughty stride,
+    Came forward and said, "If you'll be my bride,
+    You shall have the Great Bear
+    To powder your hair,
+    And the small one to lace up your boots beside,--
+    To lace up your boots, and to shine them beside."
+
+    But the princess sighed; and softly she said,
+    "Alas! not one of you all can I wed.
+    'Tis my positive plan
+    To marry a man
+    Who lives up in Mars, and is painted red,--
+    From his head to his feet, quite a violent red.
+
+    "I have often looked through my opera-glass,
+    And up and down I have seen him pass;
+    And so bright was his hue,
+    And so lovely to view,
+    I felt that in him lay my fate, alas!
+    I read in his red my own fate, alas!
+
+    "So now, if you love me as fond and true
+    As all of you think that all of you do,
+    You will help me to wed
+    My 'Study in Red.'
+    Oh, kings and princes, now pray you, do!
+    You _dear_ kings and princes, I beg of you, do!"
+
+    The kings and princes arose with a frown,
+    And first they looked up, and then they looked down.
+    Not a man of them spoke
+    Till he'd straightened his cloak,
+    And settled his wig, and adjusted his crown.
+
+    [Illustration: THE PRINCESS IN SATURN.]
+
+    And then, "If you honestly wish," they said,
+    "To marry a man who is _painted red_"
+    (In Saturn, I ween,
+    All the people are green),
+    "We don't know that there's anything more to be said,--
+    Your Highness, there seems nothing more to be said."
+
+    So they called a comet, and told him to go
+    To the Red Man in Mars, and give him to know
+    That a princess in Saturn,
+    Of virtues the pattern,
+    Desired to marry him, whether or no,--
+    Was determined to marry him, whether or no.
+
+    Away whizzed the comet, and soon he came
+    To the Red Man in Mars, and called him by name.
+    And telling his news,
+    Begged him not to refuse
+    To send back an answer at once to the same,--
+    "Just you make up your mind in regard to the same!"
+
+    But the Red Man sighed, and mournfully said,
+    "My friend, 'tis our law that all wives _must_ be red;
+    And if I should be seen
+    With a wife who is green,
+    Our king would be apt at removing my head,--
+    Not a moment he'd lose in removing my head.
+
+    "But if the young lady (who's surely most kind),
+    Could in any way make up her princessly mind
+    To turn _herself red_,
+    It need hardly be said
+    That a lover devoted in me she would find,--
+    That a husband adoring in me she would find."
+
+    The comet whizzed back with the answer again,
+    And the kings and the princes received it with pain.
+    "Sure, the princess's green
+    Has so brilliant a sheen,
+    That the thought of a change is exceedingly vain,--
+    The idea of a change is prepost'rously vain."
+
+    But when the princess this message heard,
+    She said, "I see nothing in this that's absurd."
+    Then to blush she began;
+    And she blushed till the Man
+    In Mars was less ruddy by half, on my word,--
+    Less red by a generous half, on my word!
+
+    She blushed over cheek and lip and brow,
+    From her fair little head to her trim little toe.
+    And her hat and her shoe,
+    And her farthingale too,
+    They blushed just as red as herself, I vow,--
+    They blushed for the love of herself, I vow.
+
+    She blushed till the Northern Lights grew pale;
+    And the Scorpion danced on the tip of his tail;
+    And the Red Man came
+    In a fiery flame,
+    And cried, "My bee-yutiful bride, all hail!
+    My blushing, bee-yutiful bride, all hail!"
+
+    And so they were married, both he and she,
+    And the color of both was quite scarlet to see.
+    And they lived, the tale says,
+    To the end of their days,
+    As happy, as happy, as happy could be:
+    Sure, no other couple so happy could be.
+
+    For she loved him in Hebrew, and likewise in Greek,
+    And the Latin tongue also she freely did speak.
+    And the sackbut she'd play
+    Every hour in the day,
+    Till the Red Man in Mars would with ecstasy squeak,--
+    Till her cochineal husband with rapture would squeak.
+
+    But the people in Saturn were sad, I ween,
+    And evermore greener they grew, and more green;
+    And the princes and kings
+    Said such heartbreaking things,
+    In these mirth-loving pages they must not be seen:
+    I really must stop,
+    And the subject must drop,
+    For it won't do at all for such things to be seen.
+
+
+
+
+WIGGLE AND WAGGLE AND BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.
+
+
+    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,
+    They went their fortunes for to seek;
+    They went to sea in a chicken-coop,
+    And they lived on mulligatawney soup.
+
+    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,
+    They cooked their soup every day in the week;
+    They cooked their soup in a chimney-pot,
+    For there the water was always hot.
+
+    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak,
+    Each gave the other one's nose a tweak;
+    They tweaked so hard that it took their breath,
+    And so they met an untimely death.
+
+
+
+
+GRET GRAN'F'THER.
+
+
+    What! take Gret Gran'f'ther's musket,
+    Thet he kerried at Bunker Hill,
+    An' go a-gunnin' fer sparrers
+    With Solomon Judd an' Bill?
+
+    You let thet musket alone, Dan'l!
+    An' git down from thet air stool.
+    You've just time enough to hold this yarn
+    Afore ye go off to school.
+
+    Thar! don't ye wriggle an' twist, sonny!
+    The yarn's fer yer own new socks;
+    It's safer to hold than muskets,
+    With their triggers an' riggers an' locks.
+
+    A musket to shoot at sparrers!
+    Wal, boys is up to sech tricks!
+    An' thet old un, too, thet ain't ben tetched
+    Sence seventeen seventy-six!
+
+    But I set more store by its rusty stock,
+    Than the finest money could buy;
+    An' if you'll stan' stiddy, Dan'l,
+    I'll tell ye the reason why.
+
+    You never seed Gret Gran'f'ther,
+    But you've seed his pictur, boy,
+    With the smilin' mouth, an' the big brown eyes
+    Jes' brimmin' with life and joy.
+
+    Wal! he war'n't like thet when I seed him,
+    But his sperrit was lively still,
+    Fer all his white hair an' empty sleeve,
+    As it was at Bunker Hill.
+
+    An' many's the time he's told me,
+    Settin' here in this very cheer,
+    Of the fust time he shouldered thet musket,
+    In the Continental year.
+
+    How out in the field a-mowin',
+    He seed the bay'nets glance,
+    An' ran fer his gun with a lighter heart
+    Than ever he went to a dance.
+
+    Jest as he was,--in his shirt-sleeves
+    (Fer the day was warm and bright),
+    An' no hat,--but shoulderin' his musket,
+    Gret Gran'f'ther went to the fight.
+
+    An' thar upon Bunker hillside,
+    Whar the smoke hung thick an' gray,
+    He went a-gunnin' fer redcoats,
+    As you'd go fer sparrers to-day.
+
+    Hey! but the balls were whistlin'!
+    An' the flashes kem thick an' fast;
+    But whose-ever musket hed fust word,
+    Gret Gran'f'ther's hed the last.
+
+    Then a gunner was shot beside him,
+    Thet handled a six-pound gun,
+    An' they called fer a man to tend her;
+    An' Gran'f'ther said he was one.
+
+    "I ain't never fired a gun," said he,
+    "But I'll do my prideful best;
+    An' ef all you want is a man, Colonel,
+    Mebbe I'm as good as the rest."
+
+    An' I reckon he was! fer he stood thar,
+    An' fired thet six-pound gun,
+    Till every redcoat within his range
+    Hed either dropped or run.
+
+    Then all of a suddent thar kem a crack,
+    A flash an' a twinge an' a thrill,
+    An' Gran'f'ther's right arm dropped by his side,
+    An' hung thar, limp an' still.
+
+    Jest fer a moment, I've heard him say,
+    The hull world seemed to reel;
+    An' a hummin' sound went through his ears,
+    Like Gran'm'ther's spinnin'-wheel.
+
+    But he hedn't no time for faintin',
+    Nor he hedn't no time for pain;
+    "It's well I'm left-handed!" says Gran'f'ther,
+    An' he fired the gun again.
+
+    Bimeby, when the Colonel found him,
+    Arter the fight was done,
+    He was lyin', all black like a nigger,
+    An' senseless, along by his gun.
+
+    Then the boys made a kind o' stretcher,
+    An' jest as they laid him a-top,
+    "The balls was all gone," he says, "Colonel,
+    So I was obleeged to stop."
+
+    Yes! thet was the way Gret Gran'f'ther fit,
+    An' the way he lost his arm;
+    But he shot with his left till the land was free,
+    An' then he kem back to the farm.
+
+    An' he laid his musket acrost them hooks,
+    An' thar it's laid to this day;
+    An' spite o' you an' the sparrers, Dan'l,
+    Thar's whar it's a-goin' to stay.
+
+    The school-bell! run now, sonny boy!
+    An' thank ye fer standin' still.
+    What's thet? Ay! Hurrah fer Gret Gran'f'ther!
+    An' hurrah fer Bunker Hill!
+
+
+
+
+DAY DREAMS.
+
+
+    White wings over the water,
+    Fluttering, fluttering over the sea,
+    White wings over the water,
+    What are you bringing to me?
+    A fairy prince in a golden boat,
+    With golden ringlets that fall and float,
+    A velvet cap, and a taffety cloak,
+    This you are bringing to me.
+
+    Fairy, fairy princekin,
+    Sailing, sailing hither to me,
+    Silk and satin and velvet,
+    What are you coming to see?
+    A little girl in a calico gown,
+    With hair and eyes of dusky brown,
+    Who sits on the wharf of the fishing-town,
+    Looking away to sea.
+
+    [Illustration: DAY DREAMS.]
+
+    Golden, golden sunbeams,
+    Touch me now with your wands of gold;
+    Make me a beautiful princess,
+    Radiant to behold.
+
+    Blue and silver and ermine fine,
+    Diamond drops that flash and shine;
+    So shall I meet this prince of mine,
+    Fairer than may be told.
+
+    White wings over the water,
+    Fluttering ever farther away;
+    Dark clouds shrouding the sunbeams,
+    Sullen and cold and gray.
+    Back I go in my calico gown,
+    Back to the hut in the fishing-town.
+    And oh, but the night shuts darkly down
+    After the summer day!
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTLE.
+
+     [_All the children march, each singing a verse in turn, and all
+     joining in the refrain._]
+
+
+          I am a German,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am a German,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          Musket on shoulder,
+          Who could be bolder,
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+    _Chorus_. Bang! bang! bang!
+    Hear the muskets rattle!
+    Bang! bang! bang! bang!
+    Now we'll have a battle.
+    Shoot 'em through the head,
+    Run 'em through the body!
+    He who runs away
+    Is called a Hoddy-Doddy.[1]
+
+    [_Repeat after each verse._]
+
+          I am a Frenchman,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am a Frenchman,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          First at the front,
+          I will bear the battle's brunt,
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+          I am an Englishman,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am an Englishman,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          Let the foeman meet me!
+          Where's the one to beat me?
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+          I am an Irishman,
+            Marching, marching.
+          I am an Irishman,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          When the battle's ready,
+          Who'll be there but Paddy?
+    Tramping away at the sound of the drum.
+
+    [_All together._]
+
+          We are the regiment,
+            Marching, marching.
+          We are the regiment,
+            Tum tum tum!
+          Let the trumpets blow,
+          As we rush to meet the foe,
+    With a tan tan tara! at the sound of the drum.
+
+[1] "Though you're such a Hoddy-Doddy!"--_Edward Lear._
+
+
+
+
+THE STRANGE BEAST.
+
+
+    Four gay gallants of London town
+    Went out to walk on Horsley Down;
+      And there they saw a beast,
+    The like of which had ne'er been seen
+    In Cheapside or in Strand, I ween,
+      In West-side or in East.
+
+    Its legs were four, its tail was one,
+    So one gallant swore by the sun
+      It therefore was a horse;
+    "Nay!" cried the next, "this talk is idle.
+    If 'twere a horse, 'twould have a bridle,
+      A saddle, too, of course."
+
+    "It has a horn, you will perceive,
+    We'll therefore call it, by your leave,
+      A unicorn of pride."
+    The others vowed by stick and fiddle
+    The unicorn wore his horn in the middle,
+      And not upon the side.
+
+    "I call't a lion!" said the third.
+    "Nay!" cried the fourth, "that's _too_ absurd!
+      The creature has no mane.
+    To one who has a judgment fair,
+    It would appear to be a bear;
+      And this I will maintain."
+
+    The beast (I'll tell the secret now!
+    'Twas Farmer Giles's one-horned cow,
+      Her other horn was broken)
+    Advanced, meanwhile, toward the four,
+    And as 'twas supper-time and more,
+      Mooed loud, by way of token.
+
+    With shriek and scream those gallants gay
+    To London town fled back away,
+      As fast as they might fare.
+    And when at home they stopped to rest 'em,
+    A whole menagerie had chased 'em,
+      As every one could swear.
+
+
+
+
+A GARDEN JINGLE.
+
+
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas in a pod.
+    The pod it was green,
+    And fair to be seen,
+    But they wanted to go abroad.
+
+    And "Oh," said they,
+    "To be far away,
+    Out in the air so green!
+    To flutter and fly
+    Like the birds that go by!
+    We would envy nor king nor queen."
+
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas,
+    Three little peas in a pod.
+    My Harry he took them,
+    And rattled and shook them,
+    And fired them all abroad.
+
+    The first one fell
+    Right into the well,
+    And learned how to float and swim.
+    The second did fly
+    Into Roderick's eye,
+    And sorely disgusted him.
+
+    But the third little pea,
+    Right venturesomely,
+    Straight up in the air it flew;
+    And it stared in surprise
+    With both of its eyes,
+    To find that the air was blue.
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY GOES TO BOSTON.
+
+
+    What does the train say?
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    What does the train say?
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    Will the little baby go
+    Riding with the locomo?
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+    Ting! ting! the bells ring,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Ting! ting! the bells ring,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    Ring for joy because we go
+    Riding with the locomo,
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+    Look! how the trees run,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Each chasing t'other one,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    Are they running for to go
+    Riding with the locomo?
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+    Over the hills now,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Down through the vale below,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    All the cows and horses run,
+    Crying, "Won't you take us on,
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee?"
+
+    So, so, the miles go,
+      Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!
+    Now it's fast and now it's slow,
+      Jiggle joggle jee!
+    When we're at our journey's end,
+    Say good-by to snorting friend,
+    Loky moky poky stoky
+      Smoky choky chee!
+
+
+
+
+THE FLAG IN THE SCHOOLROOM.
+
+     [_Written for the Central Street Grammar School, Gardiner, Me.,
+     Dec. 20, 1880._]
+
+
+    Goddess Freedom, look abroad
+    From thy snowy mount to-night!
+    In all thy realm so fair and broad,
+    Thou shalt not see a fairer sight.
+    Youthful hearts, so glad and free,
+    Paying homage due to thee:
+    Youthful voices, fresh and strong,
+    Singing thine immortal song.
+
+    As the stars with many a ray
+    Deck thy banner's azure field,
+    So these children stand to-day,
+    Stars of hope upon thy shield.
+    May each boy, to manhood grown,
+    Ever, Freedom, be thine own;
+    Now thy nursling, frail and tender,
+    Then thy strength and thy defender.
+
+    In the years that are to come,
+    Be they dark or be they bright,
+    Make in these young hearts thy home,
+    Raise them to thy lofty height.
+    Keep them still, in manhood's glow,
+    Pure as is our northern snow;
+    Keep their faith, till life be done,
+    Bright as is our northern sun!
+
+
+
+
+JOHNNY JUMP-UP.
+
+
+    Who wakes earliest in the morn?
+      Sure you'll think it is the lark,
+    Who before the daylight's born,
+      Rises singing through the dark.
+
+    But though sweet the lark may carol,
+      Early to his mate may call,
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      Carols loud before them all.
+
+    Who wakes latest in the night
+      When the sun is gone to bed,
+    When each tiny blossom bright
+      Nods in sleep its pretty head?
+
+    Other babies all are sleeping,
+      Mother's eyelids droop and fall.
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      Waketh later than them all.
+
+    Johnny's eyes are very lovely,
+      Johnny's eyes are very blue;
+    But one hardly cares to see them
+      Snap and dance the whole night through.
+
+    Johnny's laugh is clear and ringing,
+      Tinkling like a silver bell;
+    But a child should _not_ be singing
+      Morning, noon, and night as well.
+
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      Rules us with his tiny hand;
+    Lord and master, king and kaiser,
+      In the realm of Nurseryland.
+
+    Take your pleasure without measure;
+      Laugh and crow, and whoop and call!
+    Johnny Jump-up, Johnny Jump-up,
+      We're your faithful servants all!
+
+
+
+
+THE OUTLANDISHMAN.
+
+
+    The Outlandishman came o'er the sea, o'er the sea,
+      In a skipaway flipaway boat;
+    And who so merry, so merry as he,
+      As soon as he got afloat?
+
+    He sat on the poop to gobble his soup
+      With a spoon, with a spoon of the best;
+    And part of his fast he broke on the mast,
+      And smashed on the bowsprit the rest.
+
+    He lowered his line in the deep, in the deep,
+      And invited the fishlikins up;
+    Then he hung them in rows in front of his nose,
+      And wished it were time to sup.
+
+    Then the Bottlegreen Bovis arose, arose,
+      And asked was he game for a fight;
+    But he seized on the anchor and threw it with rancor,
+      And the foe-fish retired from sight.
+
+    He danced on the deck with never a check
+      Till the clock, till the clock struck nine.
+    And his eyes did wink, and he sang "tink a tink!"
+      In the mowl of the merry moonshine.
+
+    Lo! all of these things the Outlandishman did,
+      As he sailed, as he sailed on the sea.
+    Yea, more! yea, more! both sorry and sore,
+      But you never shall learn them from me.
+
+
+
+
+A SLEIGH-RIDE.
+
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle
+      Merrily over the frozen snow.
+    Cheeks a-glow and ears a-tingle,
+      Tumble in, children, here we go!
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!
+      Get along, Dobbin! go along, Jack!
+    Bells and voices merrily mingle,
+      Swift we fly as an arrow's track.
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!
+      Nose cold, Tommy? Here, rub it with snow!
+    Toes ache, Ned? Just kick till they tingle,
+      Thump! thump! thump! on the dasher, so!
+
+    Ting! ring! the sleigh-bells jingle!
+      Snow-wreaths fly like a snow-sea's foam.
+    Sweet bells, sweet laugh, hark! how they mingle!
+      Tumble out, children, here we're at home!
+
+
+
+
+The Little Gnome
+
+
+              Once there lived a little gnome
+              Who had made his little home
+    Right down in the middle of the earth, earth, earth.
+              He was full of fun and frolic,
+              But his wife was melancholic,
+    And he never could divert her into mirth, mirth, mirth.
+
+              He had tried her with a monkey
+              And a parrot and a donkey,
+    And a pig that squealed whene'er he pulled its tail, tail, tail.
+              But though he laughed himself
+              Into fits, the jolly elf,
+    Still his wifey's melancholy did not fail, fail, fail.
+
+    [Illustration: THE BLINKING BEAR.]
+
+              "I will hie me," said the gnome,
+              "From my worthy earthy home;
+    I will go among the dwellings of the men, men, men.
+              _Something_ funny there must be,
+              That will make her say 'He, he!'
+    I will find it and will bring it her again, 'gain, 'gain."
+
+    [Illustration: THE PATTYPOL.]
+
+              So he travelled here and there,
+              And he saw the Blinking Bear,
+    And the Pattypol whose eyes are in his tail, tail, tail.
+              And he saw the Linking Gloon,
+              Who was playing the bassoon,
+    And the Octopus a-waltzing with the whale, whale, whale.
+
+    [Illustration: THE LINKING GLOON.]
+
+              He saw the Chingo Chee,
+              And a lovely sight was he,
+    With a ringlet and a ribbon on his nose, nose, nose,
+              And the Baggle, and the Wogg,
+              And the Cantilunar Dog,
+    Who was throwing cotton-flannel at his foes, foes, foes.
+
+              All these the little gnome
+              Transported to his home,
+    And set them down before his weeping wife, wife, wife;
+              But she only cried and cried,
+              And she sobbywobbed and sighed,
+    Till she really was in danger of her life, life, life.
+
+    [Illustration: THE OCTOPUS AND WHALE.]
+
+              Then the gnome was in despair,
+              And he tore his purple hair,
+    And he sat him down in sorrow on a stone, stone, stone.
+              "I, too," he said, "will cry,
+              Till I tumble down and die,
+    For I've had enough of laughing all alone, 'lone, 'lone."
+
+    [Illustration: THE BAGGLE.]
+
+    [Illustration: THE WOGG.]
+
+    [Illustration: THE CHINGO CHEE.]
+
+              His tears they flowed away,
+              Like a rivulet at play,
+    With a bubble, gubble, rubble, o'er the ground, ground, ground.
+              But when this his wifey saw,
+              She loudly cried "Haw, haw!
+    Here at last is something funny you have found, found, found."
+
+              She laughed, "Ho, ho! he, he!"
+              And she chuckled loud with glee,
+    And she wiped away her little husband's tears, tears, tears.
+              And since then, through wind and weather,
+              They have said "He, he!" together,
+    For several hundred thousand merry years, years, years.
+
+    [Illustration: THE CANTILUNAR DOG.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE DUTCHESS
+
+
+    Once there lived a little Dutchess,
+    Just beside the Zuyder Zee;
+    Short and stout and roly-poly,
+    As a Dutchess ought to be.
+
+    She had pigs and she had poultry,
+    She had lands and she had gold;
+    And she loved the Burgomaster,--
+    Loved him more than can be told.
+
+    "Surly, burly Burgomaster,
+    Will you have me for your love?
+    You shall be my pouter-pigeon,
+    I will be your turtle-dove.
+
+    "You shall have my China porkers,
+    You shall have each Dorking hen;
+    Take them with your loving Dutchess,
+    Oh, you Dutchiest of men!"
+
+    Loudly laughed the Burgomaster,
+    "Naught I care for Dorking fowls;
+    Naught for pig, unless 'tis roasted,
+    And on that my doctor scowls.
+
+    "Frumpy, stumpy little Dutchess,
+    I do not incline to wed.
+    Keep your pigs and keep your poultry!
+    I will take your gold instead.
+
+    "I will take your shining florins,
+    I will take your fields' rich hoard;
+    You may go and tend your piggies
+    Till your spirits be restored."
+
+    Loudly wept the little Dutchess,
+    Tending sad each China pig;
+    Loudly laughed the Burgomaster
+    'Neath his merry periwig.
+
+    Till the Dutchy people, angry
+    Conduct such as this to see,
+    Took and plumped the pouter-pigeon
+    Right into the Zuyder Zee.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+BOOKS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS
+
+
+THE GOLDEN WINDOWS. A Book of Fables for Old and Young
+
+_Illustrated Edition._ With five full-page illustrations and text
+decorations by Arthur E. Becher and Julia Ward Richards. 12mo. Full
+gilt. $1.50.
+
+_Popular Edition._ With frontispiece and text decorations. 16mo.
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+
+     Simply written, and exquisitely conceived with a little golden
+     moral attached to each.--_Boston Herald._
+
+     Fitly named, for the book is a window into a realm as beautiful
+     as it is real.--_The Outlook_, New York.
+
+
+THE SILVER CROWN. Another Book of Fables for Old and Young
+
+With ornamental initials and title-page by Julia Ward Shaw. 12mo.
+Decorated cloth, gilt top. $1.25.
+
+     Forty-five simply written fables each with its own delightful
+     conception, and its own little moral, fragrant with
+     aspiration.--_New York Times._
+
+     Replete with exquisite feeling and lovely in the telling. No
+     child can read them without learning many a lesson tenderly
+     imparted, and no grown persons will read them without content
+     in their heart-satisfying wisdom.--_Chicago Post._
+
+
+THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO
+
+Illustrated by E. H. Garrett. 12mo. Cloth. $1.00.
+
+Toto is a little boy who lives with his blind grandmother on the edge
+of a wood. Toto makes friends with all the wood creatures, from the
+bear to the squirrel, and they frequently come to the house to
+entertain the grandmother with their conversation. Told in a droll way
+which is heartily enjoyed by the children.
+
+
+TOTO'S MERRY WINTER
+
+Fully illustrated. 12mo. Cloth. $1.00.
+
+Toto's friends of the wood consent to spend the winter with him at the
+cottage. Their adventures and their stories (for they delight to tell
+stories when gathered before the fire) make a volume full of treasures
+for young folks.
+
+
+IN MY NURSERY. A Book of Rhymes for Young Folks
+
+Profusely illustrated. Small 4to. $1.00 _net_.
+
+     Ex-President Theodore Roosevelt says:
+
+     "There is a book I did not have when I was a child because it
+     was not written. It is Laura E. Richards' nursery rhymes. My
+     own children loved them dearly and their mother and I love them
+     almost equally."
+
+
+THE PIG BROTHER
+
+Illustrated. 12mo. 40 cents _net_.
+
+A collection of the best of Mrs. Richards' short stories and verses
+for children of nine or ten.
+
+
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