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 Front Cover
 Title Page
 The cow
 A pretty thing
 Dinner
 Good Mama
 Good little Fred
 No breakfast for Growler
 Clever little Thomas
 Come play in the garden
 The umbrella
 Pretty Puss
 The fairing
 The good boy
 Frances and Henry
 Good night
 Hot apple pie
 Getting up
 The linnet's nest
 Learning to go alone
 The star
 The giddy girl
 The good scholar
 Dressed or undressed
 Miss Peggy
 The little coward
 Put down the baby
 The frolicksome kitten
 Penance for beating a brother
 The little fish that would not...
 Thoughtless Julia
 Sulking
 Give with prudence
 The idle boy
 A fine thing
 Playful Pompey
 The selfish snails
 The field daisy
 Politeness
 Come when you are called
 The new doll
 Naughty Sam
 The flower and the little Miss...
 Charity
 Miss Sophia
 The sheep
 A present for Alfred
 Playing with fire
 Grateful Lucy
 The dizzy girl
 Neat little Clara
 For a little girl that did not...
 The snow ball
 The little girl that beat...
 A very good boy
 The dunce of a kitten
 Sensible Charles
 The cut
 Sleepy Harry
 The bird
 The setting sun
 Four little boys
 Frightened by a cow
 Breakfast and puss
 The butterfly
 Learning by heart
 Improvement
 Time to rise
 The infant baby
 Careless Maria
 Four little girls, or the...
 The baby
 Why Emma is loved
 The visit
 The pussy cat
 Poisonous fruit
 The new book
 The kite
 Short advice
 Love of finery reproved
 The mouse
 Run and play
 The visit
 The affectionate brother
 Mama, how happy I can be
 Climbing on backs of chairs
 Excellent Jane
 Going to bed
 The naughty boy
 The bee hive
 The robin in winter
 Fretfulness at play
 Learning to work
 Idle children
 The golden rule
 The new penny
 Lucy and Dicky
 Falsehood corrected
 Dirty hands
 Dangerous sport
 The stranger
 One little boy
 Another little boy
 Hymn
 Back Cover






Title: Rhymes for the nursery
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Title: Rhymes for the nursery
Physical Description: 112 p. : col. ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Taylor, Jane, 1783-1824
Taylor, Ann, 1782-1866 ( Author )
C.S. Francis & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: C.S. Francis and Company
Place of Publication: New York ;
Boston
Publication Date: c1837
Edition: Munroe and Francis' ed.
 Subjects
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1837   ( rbgenr )
Children's poetry -- 1837   ( lcsh )
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General Note: Ascribed to Jane and Ann Taylor. Cf. Lc.
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Funding: Brittle Books Program
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    The cow
        Page 3
    A pretty thing
        Page 4
    Dinner
        Page 5
    Good Mama
        Page 6
    Good little Fred
        Page 7
    No breakfast for Growler
        Page 8
    Clever little Thomas
        Page 9
    Come play in the garden
        Page 10
    The umbrella
        Page 11
    Pretty Puss
        Page 12
    The fairing
        Page 13
    The good boy
        Page 14
    Frances and Henry
        Page 15
    Good night
        Page 16
    Hot apple pie
        Page 17
    Getting up
        Page 18
    The linnet's nest
        Page 19
    Learning to go alone
        Page 20
    The star
        Page 21
    The giddy girl
        Page 22
    The good scholar
        Page 23
    Dressed or undressed
        Page 24
    Miss Peggy
        Page 25
    The little coward
        Page 26
    Put down the baby
        Page 27
    The frolicksome kitten
        Page 28
    Penance for beating a brother
        Page 29
    The little fish that would not do as it was bid
        Page 30
    Thoughtless Julia
        Page 31
    Sulking
        Page 32
    Give with prudence
        Page 33
    The idle boy
        Page 34
    A fine thing
        Page 35
    Playful Pompey
        Page 36
    The selfish snails
        Page 37
    The field daisy
        Page 38
    Politeness
        Page 39
    Come when you are called
        Page 40
    The new doll
        Page 41
    Naughty Sam
        Page 42
    The flower and the little Miss - about getting up
        Page 43
    Charity
        Page 44
    Miss Sophia
        Page 45
    The sheep
        Page 46
    A present for Alfred
        Page 47
    Playing with fire
        Page 48
    Grateful Lucy
        Page 49
    The dizzy girl
        Page 50
    Neat little Clara
        Page 51
    For a little girl that did not like to be washed
        Page 52
    The snow ball
        Page 53
    The little girl that beat her sister
        Page 54
    A very good boy
        Page 55
    The dunce of a kitten
        Page 56
    Sensible Charles
        Page 57
    The cut
        Page 58
    Sleepy Harry
        Page 59
    The bird
        Page 60
    The setting sun
        Page 61
    Four little boys
        Page 62
    Frightened by a cow
        Page 63
    Breakfast and puss
        Page 64
    The butterfly
        Page 65
    Learning by heart
        Page 66
    Improvement
        Page 67
    Time to rise
        Page 68
    The infant baby
        Page 69
    Careless Maria
        Page 70
    Four little girls, or the plum-cake
        Page 71
    The baby
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Why Emma is loved
        Page 74
        Page 75
    The visit
        Page 76
        Page 77
    The pussy cat
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Poisonous fruit
        Page 80
    The new book
        Page 81
    The kite
        Page 82
    Short advice
        Page 83
    Love of finery reproved
        Page 84
    The mouse
        Page 85
    Run and play
        Page 86
        Page 87
    The visit
        Page 88
    The affectionate brother
        Page 89
    Mama, how happy I can be
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Climbing on backs of chairs
        Page 92
    Excellent Jane
        Page 93
    Going to bed
        Page 94
    The naughty boy
        Page 95
    The bee hive
        Page 96
    The robin in winter
        Page 97
    Fretfulness at play
        Page 98
        Page 99
    Learning to work
        Page 100
    Idle children
        Page 101
    The golden rule
        Page 102
        Page 103
    The new penny
        Page 104
    Lucy and Dicky
        Page 105
    Falsehood corrected
        Page 106
    Dirty hands
        Page 107
    Dangerous sport
        Page 108
    The stranger
        Page 109
    One little boy
        Page 110
    Another little boy
        Page 111
    Hymn
        Page 112
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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The Cow.
Thank you, pretty Cow, that made
Pleasant milk, to soak my bread;
Every day, and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips .
They will make it very
Where the purple violet
Where the bubbling water flo
Where the grass is fr"sh and fine, .

























A Pretty Thing.

Who am I that shines so bright,
With my pretty yellow light;
Peeping through your curtains grey ?
Tell me, little girl, I pray.
When the sun is gone, I rise
In the very silent skies;
And a c i ,two doth skim
Round about my silver rim.
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And among them I do ride,
Like a queea in all her pride.
Then the reaper goes along,
Singing forth a merry song:
While Ilight the shaking leaves,
And the yellow harvest sheaves.
Little girl, consider well,
S Who this simple tale doth tell;
And I think you'll guess it soon,
For I only am the Moon.


SDinner,
Miss Kitty was rude at the table one day,
And would not sit still on her seat; I
Regardless of all that her mother could say,
From her chair little Kitty kept running away,
All the time they were eating the meat.
As soon as she saw that the meat was removed
She ran to her chair in great haste;
But her mother such giddy behaviour reprov'd,
By sending away the sweet pudding she l
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Good Mama.
Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses,-one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me,
My baby.
For this I'm sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
S And all day long I sit and sew
For baby.
S And then at night I lay awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,







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And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.
And when you're good and do not cry
Nor into wicked passion fy,
You can't think how papa and I
Love baby.
But, if my little girl should grow
To be a naughty child, I know
'Twould grieve mama to serve her so,
My baby.
And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby's sin,
I think, you'd wish that you had been
A better Zaby.


Good Little Fred.
When little Fred was called to bed
He always acted right;
He kiss'd Mama, and then Papa,
And wish'd them both good night.
He made no noise, like naughty boys,
But quietly up stairs
Directly went, when he was sent,
And always said his prayers.























No Breakfast for Growler.
No, naughty Growler, get away,
You shall not have a bit;
Now when I speak, how dare you stay 1
I can't spare any, sir, I say
And so you need not sit.
Poor Growler! do not make him go
But recollect, before,
That he has never serv'd you so,
For you have given him many a blow
That patiently he bore.

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Poor Growler! if he could speak,
He'd tell, (as well he might,)
How he would bear with many a freak,
And wag his tail and look so meek,
And neither bark nor bite.





Clewr Little Thomau.
When Thomas Poole first went to school,
He was but scarcely seven;
Yet knew as well to read and spell
As most boys of eleven.

He took his seat, and wrote quite neat,
And never idly acted;
And then, beside, he multiplied, 6
Divided and subtracted.

His master said, (and stroked his head)
If thus you persevere,
"My little friend, you may depend
Upon a Prize next year."

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Come Play in the Garden.
Little sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.

On the grass-plat let us sit,
Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,
And run about all over it.

But the fruit we will riot pick,
That would be a naughty trick,
And, very likely, make us sick.






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Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers,
That grow about the beds and bowers,
.Because, you know, they are not ours.
WA#ll pluck the daiseis, white and red,
Sawse, mama has often said,
we may gather them instead.
And much I hope we always may
COr very dear mama obey,
Aid pind whatever she may sy.


The Umbrella.
Once as little Isabella
Ventured, with a large Umbrella,
Out upon a rainy day,
She was nearly blown away.
Sadly frightened then was she,
For 'twas very near the sea,
And the wind was very high,
But, alas! no friend was nigh.
Luckily, her good Mama
Saw her trouble from afar;
Running just in time, she caught her
Pretty little flying daughter.







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Pretty Pun.
Come, pretty Cat!
Come here to me!
I want to pat
You on my knee.

Go, naughty Tray!
By barking thus,
You'll drive away
My pretty Puss.























The Fairing.
O dear! what a beautiful Doll
My sister has bought at :he ftir!
She says I must call it "Miss Poll,"
And make it a bonnet to wear.
0 pretty new Doll! it looks fine;
Its cheeks are all covered with red;
But, pray, will it always be mine T
And, pray, may I take it to bed
How kind was my sister to buy
This Dolly, with hair that will curl!
Perhaps, if you want to know why,
She'll tell you I've been a good girl.
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Tke Good Boy.
When Philip's good mama was ill,
The servant begg'd he would be still,
Because the doctor and the nurse
Had said that noise would make her worse.

At night, when Philip went to bed,
He kiss'd mama, and whispering said,
"My dear mama, I never will
Make any noise when you are ill."






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Frances and Henry.
Sister Frances is sad,
Because Henry is ill;
And she lets the dear lad
Do whatever he will.
Left her own little chair
And got up in a minute,
When she heard him declare
That he wished to sit in it.
Now from this we can tell,
He will never more tease her,
But when he is well,
He will study to please her.
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Good Night.
Baby, baby, lay your head
On your pretty little bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;
All the clothes are tuck'd in tight,
Little baby dear, good night.
Yes, my darling, well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow;
And the winter's snow and rain
Patter on the window pane;
But they cannot come in here
To my little baby dear.
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For the curtains warm are spread
Round about her cradle bed;
And' her little night-cap hides
Every breath of air besides;
So till morning shineth bright,
Little baby dear, good night.




Hot Apple Pie.
As Charles his sisters sat between,
An Apple Pie was brought;
Slily to get a piece unseen, 9
The little fellow thought.

A piece from off Sophia's plate
Into his mouth he flung:
But, ah! repentance came to late,
It burn'd his little tongue.

The tears ran trickling down his cheek,
It put him to such pain;
He said (as soon as he could speak)
"I'll ne'er do so again."
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Getting Up.
Baby, baby, ope your eye,
For the sun is in the sky,
And he's peeping once again
Through the frosty window pane;
Little baby, do not keep
Any longer, fast asleep.
There now, sit in mother's lap,
That she may untie your cap,
For the little strings have got
Twisted into sucA a knot;
Ah for shame,-you've been at play
With the bobbin, as you lay.


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There it comes,-now let us see
Where your petticoats can be ;
O,-they're in the window seat,
Folded very smooth and neat:
When my baby older grows
She shall double up her clothes.
New one pretty little kiss,
FVr dressing you so neat as this,
And before we go down stairs,
Don't forget to say your pray'ra,
For 'tis God who loves to keep
Little babies in their eep.




The Linnet's Nest.
Quick from the garden, Charles ran in,
With look of joy, and voice of glee;
A linnet's nest, Papa, I've seen:
0 come-' is in the Apple-tree.;
Four little birds I just could see,
And then I ran to tell you here:
For Puss was waiting near the tree,
And she will get them all, I fear.




















Leawing to go alone.
Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to day;
Run along and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear;
Up and down with little feet
That's the way to walk, my sweet.
Now it is so very near,
Soon she'll get to mother dear:
There she comes along at last,
Here's my finger, hold it fast;
Now one pretty little kiss,
After such a walk as this.






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TAe Star.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
HISw I wonder what you are I
O p above the world so high,
Ztike a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark-
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star..





















TAe Giddy Girl.
Miss Helen was always too giddy to heed
What her mother had told her to shun;
For frequently, over the street in full speed,
She would cross where the carriages run.
And out she would go to a very deep well,
To look at the water below;
How naughty! to run to a dangerous well,
Where her mother forbade her to go!
One morning, intending to take but one peep
Her foot slipt away from the ground;
Unhappy misfortune! the water was deep,
SAnd giddy Miss Helen was drowned.
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The Good Scolar.
Joseph West had been told,
That if, when he grew old,
He had not learnt rightly to spell,
Though his writings were good,
'Twould be not understood:
And Joe said, I will learn my task welL
And he made it a rule
To be silent at school,
And what do you think came to pa t
Why he learnt it so fast,
That, from being the last,
He soon was the first in the class.


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Dressed or Undressed.
When children are naughty, and will not be drest,
Pray, what do you think is the way ,
Why, often I really believe it is best
To keep them in night-clothes all day !
But then they can have no good breakfast to eat,
Nor walk with their mother or aunt,
At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat,
Nor any thing else that they want.
Then who would be naughty and sit all the day
In night-clothes unfit to be seen T
A&d pray who would lose all their pudding and play.
For not being dress'd neat and clean.
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Miss Peggy.
As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake
Which her mother had said she should fetch from the wake,
A gentleman knock'd at the door!
He enter'd- the parlour and show'd much surprise,
That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
For he never had heard her before.
Miss Peggy asham'd, and to hide her disgrace,
Took hold of her frock, and quite cover'd her face,
For she knew she was naughty just then
And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
She promised her mother to make no more noise,
And kiss'd her again and again.
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TAM Little Coward.
Why here's a foolish little man !
Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can:
AMd Cat and Dog, and Cow and CaKl
Come, ev'ry one of you and laugh:
For, only think, he runs away,
If honest Donkey does but bray;
And when the Bull begins to bellow,
He's like a crazy little fellow!
Poor Brindle Cow can hardly aps-
'Along the hedge to nip the graa)
'Or wag her tail to lash the flies,
But off the little booby hies!
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And when old Tray comes raM ing too,
With bow, wow, wowt.i f. bi 4 .
And means it all feVt.9 i
'Tim sure tom i him tlWi nnr ,,i
Bd lK ye're thinkbg. bk
Al I wdlAtl this must be a bby .
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Put don the Baby.
0 dear Mama," ss: little Fred,
Put baby down-take me instead;
Upon the carpet lt her be
Put baby down, and take up me.'"
No, that, my dear, I cannot do,
You know I used to carry you,
But you are now grown strong and stout,
And you can run and play about.
When Fanny is old as you,
No doubt but what shell do so too;
And when she grows a little stronger,
SI mean to carry her no longer.






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TAe Fraticmas s tt iJUe
Dear kitten, do lie still, I ay,
I really want you to be quiet,
Instead of scampering away,
And always making such a riot
There, only see you've torn my frock,
And poor mama must put a patch in;
I'l give you a right earnest knock,
To cure you of this trick of scratching
- Nay do not scold your lil at,
She does not know what u'reI saying,
And ev'ry time you give a pC "i4
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But if your pussy understood
The less6t tht you wuat t to ea her,
And dim she dcim to be so rnd, ;
Sha'd be i.&d a naughty cretare.



,P am s fr bhang a Buter,.
jifC kgir I knew,
SWho looked extremely mild;
Jiad many thought her too
S A very ~revr child.
But ah, one fault she had,
Although her face was pretty
Her temper it was bad;
And was not that a pity ?
Both absent were one day
Her Father and her Mother
And then, I grieve to say,
She beat her little brother.
S The Nurse then thought it right,
For beating little Fred,
(Although it was not night)
To put her into bed.






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The little Fish that would not do as it was bid.
Dear mother, said a little fish,
Pray, is not that a fly ?
I'm very hungry, and I wish
You'd let me go and try.
Sweet innocent, th mother cried,
And started from her nook,
That horrid fly is put to hide
The sharpness of the hook!
Now, as I've heard, this little Trout
Was young and foolish too,
And so he thought he'd venture out,
S To see if it were true.










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Thoughtlss Julia.
| "1Tulia did. in the window stand
Mnam then waiting by,
Saw her put out her little hand.
And try to catch a By.
-0 do not hurt the pretty thing,
Her prudent mother said;
Crush not its leg ar feel win,
So beautifully made.







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Sulking.
Why is Mary standing idle,
Leaning down upon the table,
With pouting lip, and frowning brow 1
I wonder what's the matter now! *
Come here, my dear, and tell me true,
Is it because I scolded you
For doing work so bad and slow,
S That you are standing sulking so ?
Why then, indeed, I'm griev'd to see,
That you can so ill-temper'd be;
You make your faults a great deal worse,
By being angr and erverse.
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To see you melting into tears,
And thn to hear you humby say,
I'll it Ao so another day.
Bal.hen you stand and sulk about
Avto so cross, and cry and pout,
Why that, my little girl, you know,
Is eaor than working bad and slow.


GiII eGw Prudence.
I see, Mama, said little Jane,
A beggar coming down the lane
O, let me take him (may not I?)
This cheesecake and some currant pie.
Spur charity I much approve,
And something you may take him, love;
But let it be some bread and cheese,
Much better than such things as these.
By giving sweetmeats to the poor
Who never tasted them before,
We spoil the good we have in view,
And teach them wants they never knew.






















Tri mie BAy.
Get up, little boy! yoa ae sleeping toolhig (
Your bother is 4rsw'd, he s iaging a sag,
And Tom maut be akea'd, O fie I
dnj Come, open the curtal, and let in he light,
For children MBhaMl yJel WBt ialht,
When e Way 4be sMn isn sky.


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A RFne Thfe.
Whp ma I, ri noMe fs,.
in a cler~ blae pless 9
,Er34.k .se you try,
iltlrtflsd your little ey.
1Whlm my nobl faeo I bsow
iWr yo under moIIua blue,
*eJ p .clods away do ride,

The the ea wet dew I dry,
With the look of my bright eye;
And the little birds awake,
Many a merry tune to make.
Cowslips then, and haebell blue,
And lily-cups, their leaves undo,
For they shut themselves up tiht,
All the dark and foggy night.
Then the busy peope go,
Every one his work unto;
Little girl, when yours kd e,
Guess if I am not the Sun.





















Playful Pompey.
Come hither, little dog, to play,
And do not go so far away,
But stand and beg for food;
And if your tail I chance to touch,
You must not snarl so very much,
Pray, Pompey, be not rude.
The dog can eat, and drink, and sleep
And help to fetch the cows and sheep,
O, see how Pompey begs;
Hark! hark! he says Bow wow bow wow I
But run away, good Pompey, now,
You'll tire your little legs.
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The Seyhh Snails.
It happe *t little snail
Came cro-ing with its slimy tail
Upon a cabbage stalk;
But two.itre little snails were there, "
Both feuting n Abnidainty fare


No, no, you shall not dine with us,
How dare you interrupt us thus!
The greedy snails declare;
So their poor brother they discard,
Who really thinks it very hard,
He may not have his share.

But selfish folks are sure to know,
They get no good by being so,
In earnest or in play:
Which these two snails confess'd no doubt,
When soon the gardener spy'd them out,
Aud threw them both away.


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TU eFeld Daisy.
I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring,
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is covered flat,
With a white and yellow hat.
Little lady, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,.
Skip about, but do not tread
On my meek and healthy head,
For I always seem to say,
Chilly winter's gone away.
























Poitesss.
Good little boys should never say,
I oiw and, Gi ve e tei;
O no! that never is te way,
But, Mother, if ~puples.
And, If you pree, to sister Ana,
SGood boys to say are ready;
And, Yes, Sir, to ag'entleia,
And, Yes, Me'am, to a lady.



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Comes wases p are caled.
Where's Susan, and Kitty, and Jane
Where's Billy, and Sammy, and Jack I
O, there they are down in the lane;
Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
But Billy is rude and won't come,
And Sammy is running too fast;
Come, dear little children, come home,
And Billy is coming at last.
I'm glad he remembers what's right,
For though he likes sliding on ice,
He should not be long out of sight,
And never want sending for twice.







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The New Doll.
Miss Jenny and Polly
Had each a new Dolly,.
With rosy-red cheeks and blue eyes
Dress'd in ribands and gauze:
And they quarrelled because
The Dolls were not both of a size.
O silly Miss Jenny I
To be such a ninny,
To quarrel and make such a noise!
For the very same day
Their mama sent away
Their dolls with red cheeks and blue eyes.


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Naughty Sam.
Tom and Charles once took a walk,
To see a pretty lamb;
And, as they went, began to talk
Of little naughty Sam,
Who beat his youngest brother, Bill,
And threw him in the dirt;
And when his poor mama was ill,
He teas'd her for a squirt.
And I, said Tom, won't play with Sam
Although he has a top:
But here the pretty little lamb
To talking put a sto
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The .JNber and the little Miss.-Abot getting up.

ie'PtyFlower, tell me why
All your leaves do open wtde,
ery isaersing, when on high
;Thw noble sun begins to "rI

This iw why, Bye lady fair,.
If, yf qiualite tdl.e ea" ||
For betimes the pleasant air
Very cheerfully doth blow.

And the birds on every tree
Sing a merry, merry tune;
And the busy honey bee
Comes to suck my sugar soon.

This is all the reason why
I my little leaves undo.
Little Miss, come wake and try,
If I have not told you true.


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Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door I
Do not send him away-we must pity the poor.
Oh, see how he shivers !-he's hungry and cold!
For people can't work when they grow very old.
Go, set near the fire a table and seat:
And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.
I hope my dear children will always be kind,
Whenever they meet with the aged and blind.






















Miss Sophy, one fine sunny day,
SLeft her work and ran away:
When soon she reached the garden gate,
Which finding lock'd, she would not wait,
But tried to climb and scramble o'er
A gate as high as any door I
Now little girls should never elimkb
And Sophy won't another time
For when upon the highest rail
Her frock was caught upon a nail,
She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,
Was hurt and hruis'd-for down she fell.




















TA. S &qp.
Lazy Sheep, pray tell me why
In the pleasant fields you lie,
Eating gram and daisies white,
From the morning till the night I
Every thing can something do,
But what kind of use are you
Nay, my little master, nay,
Do not serve me so, I pray;
Don't you see the wool that grows
On my back, to make your clothes
Cold, and very cold you'd get,
If I did not give you it.



















In the pleasantields I lie.


A Praest fr Alfred
Dear Alfred, I've a gift for you,
A present from your Aunt;
A prayer-book. Can you read it through 1.
Said Alfred-No, I cant.

But if I teach yen, will you try
To learnI and sit quite Mtil
And wiih your utmost power apply
Said Alfred-Yes, I will.





















playing with Fre.
I've seen a little girl, mama,
That had got such a dreadful scar,
All down her arms, and neck, and face,
I could not bear to see the place.
Poor little girl, and don't you know
The shocking trick that made her so I
'Twas all because she went and did
A thing her mother had forbid.
For, once, when nobody was by her,
This silly child would play with fire;
And long before her mother came,
Her pin-a-fore was all in flame!


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As Lucy with her Mother walked,
She played and gamboled, laughed and talked
Till, coming to the river side,
She slipped, and floated down the tide.
Her faithful Carlo being near,
S Jumped in to save his mistress dear;
He drew her carefully to shore,
And Lucy lives and laughs once more.
Dear generous Carlo, Lucy said,
S You ne'er shall want for meat and bred;
For every day'before I dine
Good Carlo shall have some of mine.
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The Dizzy Girl.
As Frances was playing, and turning around,
Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;
'Twas well that she was not much hurt:
But, O what a pity her frock was so soiled,
That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
You had seen her all covered with dirt.
Her mother was sorry, and said, Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
If you'll promise to turn round no more.
What not in the parlour ? the little girl said:
No, not in the parlour; for lately I read,
Of a girl who was hurt with the door.







She was playing and turning, until her poor head
Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled,
Aan I heard Dr. Camomile tell,
That he pat on plaster, and covert iiup,
Then he gave her some tea, that rWbtet to~sup,
Or perhaps it had never been well


Neat LUi Clar.
Little glarrm come away,
ji ai Cali eomae and play;
Leave your work, Maria's here,
So come and play with me, my dear.
I will come, and very soon,
For I always play at noon,
But must put my work away,
Ere with you I come and play.
First my bodkin I must place
With my needle in their cas;
I like to put them by with care,
And then I always find them there.
There's my cotton, there's my. tdead,
Thimble in it's little bed ,
All is safe-my box I lock,.
Now I come-'tis twelve o'clock.























For a little girl that did not like to be washed.
What! cry to be wash'd, and not love to be clean!
There go and be dirty, not fit to be geen,
And till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,
I won't take the trouble to wash such a child.
Suppose I should leave you now just as you are,
Do you think you'd deserve a sweet kiss from papa I
Or to sit on his knee, and learn pretty great A,
With fingers that have not been washed all the day!
Ah, look at your fingers, you see it is so
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And for once you may look at yourself in the glass:
There's a face to belong to a good little lt I
Come, come, now I see you're beginning eariw,
You wont %taifoolish again hdn, my dearly

The Snoew. Bal.
Little Edward loved to go
T layeing in the drifted anow,
ik some little boys: ksow;
aold Edward I
m, a Ba di iW b mad,
(Friendly tricks at home he played)
Which he in his pocket laid;
Wise Edward I
Very hard that day it freeze,
Very hard the ball was squeezed,
And he trotted home well pleased;
Sly Edward I!
By the fire he took a seat,
Thoughtless of the power of heat;
Drops fall trickling on his feet;
Wet Edward I
Now the snow began to melt,
Vainly on the ground he knelt,
All now laughed at what he felt;
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The little Givt that eat her Sister.
Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
Your little sister dear;
I must not have such things as this,
Nor noisy quarrels hear.
What! little children scold and eight,
That ought to be so mild;
0 Mary, 'tis a shocking sight
To see an angry child.
I can't imagine, for my put,
The reason of your folly
As if she did you any hurt,
Byplayjng,with your dolly!








See, how the little tears do run
Fast from her watery eye;
Qome, my sweet innocent, have done,
'Twill do no good to cry.

Go, Mary, wipe her tears away,
And make it up with kisses;
And never turn a pretty play
To such a pet as this is.



A very Good Boy.
Mama, my head (poor William said)
So very badly aches,
Tell Brother there, I cannot bear
The tiresome noise he makes.
\ I'm sure, said John, if I had known,
I Dear Brother, you were ill,
j' I would have read, or drawn, instead.
And have remained quite still.
Good boys, said she, O ever be
Thus kind to one another :
I am, my dear, much pleased to nea .
Your answer to your Brother.
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The Dunce of a Kitten.
Come, pussy, will you learn to read,
I've got a pretty book ?
Nay, turn this way, you must indeed.--
Fie, there's a sulky look.
Here is a pretty picture, see,
An apple, and great A:
How stupid you will ever be,
If you do nought but play
Come, A, B, C, an easy task,
What any fool can do:
SI will do any thing you ask,
For dearly I love you.
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Now, how I'm vexed, you are o dull,
You have not learnt it half:
You wil grow up a downright ,
And iake all people laugh.
Mother so told me, I declaze,
And made me quite ashamed;
So I resolved no pains to spare
Nor like a dunce be blamed.
Well., g along, you naughty Kit,
And after a o look;
I'm glad iat 11'ave got more wit,
I love my pretty book.


SeasiMe Charles.
SWhen Charles was only ten years old,
His uncle took him to the play;
The night was bad, he caught a cold,
And laid in bed the following day.
When Charles was weL enough to rise,
He gently oped his uncle's door;
And, to his very great surprise,
Begged he would take him there no more.
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The Cut.
Well, what's the matter? there's a face,
What, has it cut a vein ?
And it is quite a shocking place;
Come, let us look again.
I see it bleeds, but never mind
That tiny little drop;
I don't believe you'll ever find
That crying makes it stop.
'Tis sad, indeed, to cry at pain,
I For any but a baby;
If that should change to cut a vein
f We should not wonder, may be.
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But such a man as you should try
Tobear a little sorrow:
Sptun along,.and wipe your eye,
S" Till all be well to-mioow.




Sleen HBarry.
3Pgo titbed,
The dleekiy Ierrq eaidd;
So, naughtyetty, go away,
I will not come at all, I say.
What a silly little fellow!
I should.be asham'd to tell her
Betty, you must come and carry
Very foolish little Harry.
The little birds are better taught,
They go to rooting when they ought;
And all the ducks and fowls, you know
They went to bed an hour ago.
The little beggar in the street,
Who wanders with his naked feet,
And has not where to lay his head,
0, he'd be glad to go to bed.


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The Bird.
Look, what a pretty Bird I've got!
In yonder islafid field 'twas caught;
Just see its breast and painted wings,
And listen, John, how sweet it sings.
Do let me keep it, I'll engage
To mind it safely in this cage;
And not a moment will I ask
To idle from my school or task.
I'll feed you well, my pretty Bird,
With worms and crumbs of bread and seed,
And no ill-natured cat is here
To fill your little breast with fear.
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Said kind Mama, 0 do not so,
But haste, Maria, let it go!
And then among the feathered throng,
'Twill treat you with its pretty song.



The Setting Sun.
Papa, the sun is setting now,
I see him in the west,
And all this weary world below
May now retire to rest:
Whilst in those countries far beyond,
The day begins to break,
And many a child, and many a bird,
Doth now begin to wake.
And when the morning dawns again,
The sun comes to cur east,
Then evening will begin with them,
And they to bed will haste.
How very good of God it is,
To make the sun to go
All round this great round world of ours,
To light each country so.
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Four Little Boys.


Come, let us play,
Said Tommy Gay;
Well, then, What at
Said Simon Pratt;
At trap and ball,
Said Neddy Hall;
Well, so we will,
Said Billy Gill.

For cakes I'll play,
Said Tommy Gay;
I'm one for that,
Said Simon Pratt
I'll bring them all,
Said Neddy Hall;
And I'll sit still,
Said Billy Gill.


What a hot day;
Said Tommy Gay;
Then let us chat,
Said Simon Pratt;
On yonder hill,
Said Billy Gill;
Aye, one and all,
Said Neddy Hall.

Come with me, pray,
Said Tommy Gay;
Trust me for that,
Said Simon Pratt;
They eat them all,
Gay, Pratt, and Hall;
And all were ill
But Billy Gill.


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Frightened by a Cow.
A very young lady,
With Susan the maid,
Who carried the baby,
Were one day afraid.
They saw a Cow feeding,
Quite harmless and still
Yet screamed, without heeding
The Man at the Mill-
Who, seeing their fluttevs
Said, Cows do no harm;
SBut send you good butter,
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Breakfast and Puss.
Here's my baby's bread and milk,
For her lip as soft as silk :
Here's the basin, clean and neat;
Here's the spoon of silver sweet;
Here's the stool, and here's the chair,
For my little lady fair.
No, you must not spill it out,
And drop the bread and milk about;
But let it stand before you flat,
And pray, remember pussy cat;
Poor old pussy cat that purrs
All so patiently for hers.
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True she runs about the house,
Catchb, now and theot mouse,
But, thou she thinksait very a ie,
..w onay makes a tiny slice;
SSo' Sft forget, that you should StN,
And:ieave poor puss a little drop.


The Butterjly.
Se yoader painted Butterfly,
How gaudily it soars on high,
And seems to wish to reach the sky.
Late it was an insect mean,
Crawling o'er the shaven green,
Or on the cabbage leaves was seen.
And thus, my child, is man on earth,
A thing of mean and mortal birth;
His life a span; his power a breath.
But his immortal better part .
Into a higher world will start,
When death his soul and body part.
And then he will glorious rise
With body fitted to the skies,
An Angel's form, not Butterfly's!






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Learning by Heart.
'Tis time that my baby should learn
What so oft he has heard, to repeat,
So shall he some sugar-plums earn;
Then let us begin, my Sweet.
For baby is three years old,
And has senses and memory too,
A great many things he's been told,
And he can remember a few.
He can tell me, I know, some things,
Of the garden, the sky, and the weather;
That a bird has two legs and two wings,
But he cannot say ten lines together.
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Then let urpy baby, begin,
AnAtryirs few lines here to learn,
J4 Ak 1a difficult tAg,
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S *her story, Mother dear,
Did young Maria ay;
You read so nice, so loud and clear-.
Another story, pray.
I love that book, I do indeed,
So take it up again;
I think I see the things you read,
You make it all so plain.
What would I give to read like you,
Why nothing comes amiss!
0, any thing I'll gladly do,
If you will teach me this.
Maria, then, must learn to spell,
If she would read like me;
She soon may learn to read as well;
0, that I. will, said she.
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Time to Rise.
The cock, who soundly sleeps at night,
Rises with the morning light,
Very loud and shrill he crows;
Then the sleeping ploughman knows,
He must leave his bed also,
To his morning work to go
And the little lark does fly
To the middle of the sky;
You may hear his merry tune,.
In the morning very soon;
For he does not like to rest,
Idle, in his downy nest.
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While the cock is crowing shrill,
Leave my little bed I will,
'And I'll rise to hear the lark,
For it is no longer dark;
'Twould be a pity there to stay,
SWhen 'tis light and pleasant day.


The Infant Baby.
Oh, dear Mama, where are you gone ?
Come here, the Baby stands alose
And only think, indeed 'tis truth, 0
He has, just feel, a little tooth!
Look at his pretty shining hair;
His cheek so red, his skin so fair;
His curly ringlets just like flax;
His little bosom just like wax.
Oh, how I long till he can walk;
And then I'll long till he can talk;
And then I'll long till he can play,
When we have said our tasks each day.
I think he's growing very wise;
Now, don't you think so? Julia cries,
Then to the cradle off she ran,
To kiss the little fairy-man.







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Careess Maria.
Maria was a careless child,
And grieved her friends by this:
Where'er she went,
Her clothes were rent,
Her hat andbonnet spoiled,
A careless little miss.
Her gloves and mits were often lost,
Her tippet sadly soiled;
You might have seem
* Where she had been,
For toys all round were tosed,
0 what a careless child.








One day her uncle bought a toy,
That round and round would twirl,
But when he found
SThe littered ground,
- 1 don't tee-totums buy,
Prtf a caoless girl.


0 Z- itU Gwri, or the Plwi-CaeL.


Let us buy,
Said Sally Fry;
Something nice,
Said Betsy Price;
What shall it be ?
Said Kitty Lee;
A nice plum-cake,
Said Lucy Wake.

A piece for me,
Said Kitty Lee;
A slice I'11 take,
Said Lucy Wake;
Give me a slice,
Said Betsy Price;
All by-and-by,
Said Sally Fry.


I'll save some cake,
Said Lucy Wake;
And so will I,
Said Sally Fry;
Well, I'll agree,
Said Kitty Lee;
'Twill do for twice,
Said Betsy Plice.

A piece with ice,
Said Betsy Price;
I'll put some by,
Said Sally Fry;
The third for me,
Said Kitty Lee;
The fourth I'll take,
Said Lucy Wake.


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The Baby.
What is the pretty little thing
That nurse so carefully doth bring,
And round its head her apron fling?
A baby.
O dear, how very soft its cheek:
Why, nurse, I cannot make it speak,
And it can't walk, it is so weak,
Poor baby.
Here take a bit, you little dear,
I've got someone ke and sweetmas here,
'Tie very nice, you need not fear,
Von baby
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O, I'm afraid that it will die,
Why can't it eat as well as I,
And jump, and talk I do let it try,
Poor tbiy.
Why, you were onee a baby to,
Aad could not jump, as now you do,.
Bt good mama took care of you,
Like baby.
And thn she taught your pretty feet
To pt a)ona the carpet neat,
Au*.ifilkI ppa. to come aid meet
Hiis baby.
O, good mama, to take such care,
And no kind pains and trouble spare,
To fed and nurse you when you were
A baby.


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Why Eam is aLes&.
LIttle Mary called Bnuma. who was jnut skipping by,
And she said, little cousin, can you tell me why
You are loved so much better by people than I
My face i as clean, and my hair shines like gold,
And my walk and my dress ae as nice to behold,
Yet nobody like me br that, I am told.
Ah, Mry, s e Msid, this i all ery true
But if half muh mischief wer I to do,
Indeed people would love me no better than you.
Your fie is as clean, and your hair is as bright,
Your frock is as tidy, your hands are a white,
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f Mama bids less noise to be made when we play,
r desires you be still whilst your lemons you say,
ou never do try these commands to obey..
nd when people are talking, you never eas bow
ou interrupt what they're saying, which ls ill-bred, you
know,
IAnd papa has so oft bid us not to do so.
You take grand-iama's pins, you climb on her abtir,
'ou lay hold f the gowns as you go up the stair,
SAnd you gather the flowers that on the beds are.
,Now I am no taller, nor bigger, you see,
'Yet nobody here is angry with me,
Because I have learnt so obedient to be.
I mind what mama says, whatever it is,
And when people are busy take care not to teaze,
'But endeavour, as much as I'm able, to please.
,Then said Mary to Emma, 0 now I do see
Why you are more loved, and more happy than me;
And we're like mama's tale of the Wasp and the Bee.
'I remember it said, little children beware,
'Because like the wasp if ill behaved you are,
iYou will never be loved, if you're ever so fair.






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The Visit.
Do you go to Norton, mama, this next week I
I wish you had leisure to listen to me,
For when you are writing I don't like to speak,
And that letter will never be finished, I see.
I will lay down my pen then, my dear little child,
For I see you have minded the lesson we read;
Come jump on my knee here, mama said and smiled,
As she kissed the soft hair on her Emily's head.
Yes, to Norton we are going, and what shall I say
To your two little playmates there, Harriet and Ann ?
Shall I say you can read now as well as can play,
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No, mama, that was not what I wished you to hear !
And I fear you won't like what I'm going to say;
Stop, put down your head, let me speak in your ear,
For to whisper, I think, is by much the best way.
She asked to be taken her young friends to see,
And to show them her work-box, her dolls and her toys;
She said she would try such a good child to be,
And be well'bred and kind to the two little boys.
SShe said if they teased her, or for her dolls cried,
She would not forget she was older than they,
If as boys they were rude, she would try not to chide,
But would put up the dolls until they went away.
From Ann she could learn how her bracelets to string,
And with Harriet would practise doll's bonnets to make;
She would give to the latter her favourite ring,
And for dear little Ann, that Dutch-doll she would take.
Then pray, dear mama, pray, pray do not say no;
You are always so kind, do indulge me in this:
I think if you like it, papa '11 let me go,
And I shall be so good, I'll do nothing amiss.
Papa was consulted, and though it was far,
Little Emily's goodness and worth gained the day,
She was promised to go when the next week came round,
And see--there is tte carnage now driving away.







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The Punty Cat.
Little pus, come here to me,
Gently jump upon my knee,
And then your pretty eyes '1ll see,
But do not scratch.
Pray do you ever catch a mouse
As you run up and down the house t
I'm sure you do, good Mrs. Puss,
With these same claw.
Here, share with me this little seat,
I never now poor pusrwill beat,
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So let me feel hog soft your feet,
Since you don't scratch.

How very icely you can draw,
Quite out of sight each little claw,
Amd make so soft a velvet paw,
SGood little puss.

I saw a little mouse, you know,
Once yonder in the yard below,
And pounce you went upon it so,
Poor little thing.

You loosed it oft, and let it run,
Then to pursue it you begun,
And seemed to think it made good fun,
You cruel puss.

But do not tease it so, I pray,
Because I've heard papa oft say,
It was a very cruel way,
And should not be.

So, pussy, you must kill it quite,
Not put it in so great a fright,
S And seem to glory in the sight;
Do you hear, puss?




















Poisonou Fruit.
As Tommy and his sister Jane
Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and over head.
And soon the bough they bended down
To make the scarlet fruit there own;
And part they ate, and part in play
They threw about and flung away.
But long they had not been at home
Before poor Jane and little Toni
Were taken sick and ill, to bed,
And since, I've heard, they both are dead.
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The New Book.
Mama, see what a pretty book,
My dear papa has bought,
That I may at the pictures look,
And by the words be taught.
'He said, I had been good, you said,
And had learnt all my spelling;
I'm *very much obliged to you,
My dear mama, for telling.
And that when I am better taught,
And read with greater ease
Some more new books shall then be bought,
His little boy to please.
My dear papa he is so kind,
I dearly love a book,
And dearly too I love to find
These pictures-pray do look!
And, 0 dear, if I could but read
As fast as I can spell,
How very happy I should be,
I love to read so well.
I know, mama, you'll tell me that
To practise is the way,
So will you kindly let me now,
Another lesson say.























The Kite.

John White flew his kite on a boisterous day;
A gale broke the tail and it soon flew away.
And while on a stile he sat sighing and sad;
Charles Grey came that way, a good-natured lad.

Don't cry, wipe your eye, said he, Little Jack;
Stay here, never fear, and I'll soon bring it back.
To the stile, with a smile, he presently brought
The kite, and John White thanked him much, as
he ought.























Short Advice.


Down
Town
Do not stray;
There
Dare
Not to play.


Hear,
Dear
Little son;
Go
Slow,
Do not run.

Near
Here
Is a well;
Poor
Moore
In it fell.


Do
You
Make a rule;
Come
Home
Straight from school.





















Love of Finery reproved.
'Twas Sunday morn; the bell had toll'd,
When Bess, a child of six years old,
Said, Dear Mama, do not refuse
To let me wear my yellow shoes.
You know, Mama, my crimson sash;
0 dear, I'll cut so great a dash!
And then the feathers too I'll wear;
Just think how all the folks will stare I
Mama was angry; yet she smiled,
And thus addressed her foolish child:
Indeed I wonder much, my love,
Such thoughts your little heart can move.








Your plain white frock, come, quickly bring,
And then those shoes that want a sring;
And come, your bearer hat put on
Make haste, Papa's already gone.
Let no fse sash, nor glittering deas,
Be r men on little Beao.
Nor gaudy colouring e'er belhine:
3e neat, my child, but never fine!



The Mouse.
0 c kmn brother, come;
ew 0 kmjsam L ., because
There's a Mouse in the room,
It ran under the drawers.
0, silence, John said,
Do not make such a noise;
The Mouse 11- pa*df, 417
W1W us little boys.
It is gentle and weak,
And can never do harm,
But it gives a faint squeak
At the sliehtest alarm.








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Run and Play.
There, run away, you little 4j ig,
And romp, and jump, and'play,
You have been quiet long enough,
So run away, I say.

George, you and Lucy roll your hoops,
You on a stick can ride,
SAnd nurs,,'with ba.by, run a race,
Or any play beside. -**' 1

Or you may play at hounds and hare,
And chace it round and round,
But, as a fall may often chance,
Go on the grassy ground
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Or, if you like, beneath the hedge
To gather wild flowers fair,
Go, get your baskets, but be quick,
And I will meet you there.
And afterwards, Papa will make
One in your little play, .
And he will try to run as fast
As you did yesterday. -
The fresh, fresh air, so softly blows,
And there shines oat the sun,
And active limbs and rosy cheeks
Will in the race be won.
For little boys and girls may romp
And frisk and jump and play,
When book and lessons both are done
So run away, I say.





















The Visit.
Maria so attentive grew,
So civil and polite,
That all admired, and loved her too,
For all she did was right
Her good mama entrusted her
A visit once to pay,
And thus she said, good morning, ma'am,
I hope you're well to-day
Mama has sent me to entreat
That if the day be fine,
You'll let dear Clara come and meet
One or two friends of mine.
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Pray let her come, at all events,
We've playthings to amuse;
Mama. desires her compliments,
And hopes you'll not refie.'

Miss Clara's mother liked so well
Maria's pretty way,
She promised to let Clara go,
And pressed Maria to stay.
I'm wanted, yes, indeed I am,
I know (said she) at home;
And I must bid good morning, Ma'am;
But pray let Clara come.



The Afectionate Brother.
Little James, full of play, went shooting one day,
Not thinking his sister was nigh;
The arrow was low, but the wind raised it so,
That it hit her just over the eye.

This good little lad was exceedingly sad
At the sorrow he caused to his sister;
He looked at her eye, and said. Emma, don't cry;
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Mama, how Happy I can be.
Mama, how happy I can be,
Whilst sitting face to face with thee,
I hear you gently speak, and see
Your needle quickly fly!
'Tis then you teach my little heart
That virtue is the fairest part,
And thinking on how good thou art,
To be as good I try.
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Then speaking of God's awful power,
His care and kindness every hour.
I leam:to love and to adore
This Father in the sky.
And, taught no bad or idle ways,
Itry to gain your love and praise,
And wonder whilst on you I gaze,
Why any fear to die.
Since God's indulgent care is shown,
In calling each good child his own,
We'll happy be before his throne,
.When called up on high.
And there, mama, may I and you
Love God's commands as here we do,
And love each other ever too,
Together in the sky.






















Climdbng on Backs of Chain.
What, limb on the back f a chair!
0 Henry, how can you do so
Sometime, if you do not take care,
You will get a most terrible throw.
Suppose grand-mama had got up,
Pray what had become of you then I
Indeed, my dear Henry, 1 hope
You never will do so again.
Your poor little teeth may be broke,
Or vour face aet some terrible bruise.









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deed, and indeed, 'tis no joke,
And you must not do just. as you choose.
or suppose there's no danger at all,
'Tis your duty to mind what I say;
o I'll punish you, Henry, next times
You dare my commands disobey.


Excellent Jane.
I do not know a little child
More excellent than Jane;
She's modest, dutiful, and mild,
And lives in something lane.
She loves to please the baby-boy,
That scarcely yet can stand;
And gives it every little toy
For which it holds its hand.
And when her morning tasks are o'er,
She holds the babe awhile;
And plays with it upon the floor,
And loves to see it smile.
The name on purpose I retain;
I wish it to be seen
That every Jane in every lane
May be the child I mean.




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Going to Bed.
The babe was in the cradle laid,
And Tom had said his prayers;
When Frances told the nursery maid
She would not go up stairs.
She cried so loud, her mother came
To ask the reason why;
And said, O Frances, fie for shame !
Ofie! Ofie! Ofie!
But Frances was more naughty still,
And Betty sadly nipt;
Until her mother said, I will,
SI must have Frances whipt.
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The Naughty Boy.
Yes, Charley is a naughty boy,
His sister's plays he does destroy,
Nor cares how much he does annoy
Poor KaW.
Poor little Kate, come here to me,
I'll build a house again you'll see,
And then you will as happy be
With aunt.
To Charles I can no pictures show
Because he 's used his sister so,
And he may to the nursery go
From Kate.
And when alone, he soon will see,
How much more happy he would be,
Had he been good with you and me,
Together here.
Come, Charles, I see you sorry are,
And Kate, too, seems as if she were,
That you should punished be for her,
So make it up.
And when you next together play,
Mind that you neither do nor say,
What will annoy the other, pray,
So kiss me both.



















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The Bee Hive.
see what a beautiful sight!
hat can be so pretty as these ?
corking from morning to night,
hive of industrious Bees.
Offer a lesson to us,
ey never are idle an hour;
Always employ themselves thus,
in flying from flower to flower.
,ain by their labour and aid
ow little vain man has to boast)
wax of which candles are made,
id the Honey I spread on your toast.
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The Robin in Winter.
Little Robin, welcome here,
Welcome to my frugal cheer ;
Winter chills thy mossy bed,
Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, fear no harm,
Dread not here the least alarm; *
All will share with you their bread,
Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, let thy song
Now and then thy stay prolong;
We will give thee food instead,
9 Come then daiiy, nnd be fed.
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Fretfulness at Play.
Go, naughty Ann, 0 go away,
You know you've not been good,
You've not been happy whilst at play,
And? heedless what your sisters say,
I don't see how you should.
If little girls will peevish get,
And quarrel whilst at play
If they will learn to pine and pet,
To grow dissatisfied and fret,
This is the only way,


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