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 Lily Sweetbriar's Birthday
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Group Title: Aunt Louisa's London toy books
Title: Lily Sweet-briar's birthday
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Title: Lily Sweet-briar's birthday
Series Title: Aunt Louisa's London toy books
Physical Description: 6 leaves : col. ill.
Language: English
Creator: Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Kronheim & Co ( Printer )
Publisher: Frederick Warne & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Kronheim & Co.
Publication Date: c1880
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Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Poems -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Juvenile literature -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1880
Genre: Children's poetry   ( rbgenr )
Poems   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
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General Note: Cover title.
General Note: Includes publisher's advertisement.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00023921
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001736207
notis - AJE8896
oclc - 26099753
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Lily Sweetbriar's Birthday
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    Back Cover
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/ ^ -"--'*yLILY SWEETBRIAR'S BIRTHDAY.HAVE known many dear little people,And num'rous the charms they possess'd;But bright little Lily Sweetbriar .\I ever loved dearest and best.A child fond of frolic and sunshine,A wee, winsome, mischieyous elf;Yet, gentle, and loving, and ,kindly,She thought very little of self.She came when the 'snowdrops were, noddingO'er violets timid and sweet;When pert little crocus looked daring,And laughed at the cold driving sleet.Dear reader, you've oft seen a sunbeamGlide into a dark dingy room,And spread light and warmth by its presence,Where all ihad been chillness and gloom?\Thus a child with a bright cheerful spiritSheds pleasure and gladness around,In the home of the peer or the peasant,Wherever its light may be found.Papa was quite proud of his Lily;And when her next birthday drew near,Told Mamma to invite a large party,For music, and games, and good cheer.~~~~~~~~~1 | ~The Baldwin LibraiyUniarity1nmB ofl


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Lily's eyes shone like two little planetsWhen she heard the resolve of Papa,And off to the nurs'ry she scamper'd,To relate the consent of Mamma.Papa then produced a neat inkstand,Mamma brought a golden-nibbed pen;Lily sat down to write invitations,"Tea at six, and the supper at ten."Old Time cannot run any fasterFor our birthdays, wish it as we may;He has too many matters to settle,In his twelve working hours per day.But at last dawned the longed-for morning,And Lily woke up in delight;The first thing that entered her wise headWas "My birthday, and party to-night!"The first to arrive was Aunt Susan,Pale, pensive, and quiet, and fair;She brought a pearl locket for Lily;Inside was a piece of her hair.And while she bestowed it, dear AuntieBreath'd over her darling a pray'r,"The Pearl of Great Price might be Lily's,To keep her soul spotless and fair."The next was Aunt Florence, the widow,So calm and so sweetly resigned;To know her was surely to love her,So cheerful, so thoughtful, so kind.2


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A warm kiss she gave to dear Lily,With a book bound in crimson and gold,And murmur'd a pray'r that her darlingMight be good, both when young and when old.And then Cousin Hector, the soldier,All bombast, moustachios, and scent,With a speech wherein nonsense abounded,Presented a watch made by Dent.And young Cousin Emma, the orphan,Gave a purse made of blue silk and beads,With a hope its contents might be alwaysSpent on kindly and generous deeds.Next, pale Cousin Edward, the poet,Brought a rose and a most melting lay,Written all about Truth, Love, and Beauty;Just fit for the child and the day.Now, brave Cousin Hal, the young sailor,Just returned from the perilous sea,Had jotted before in his "Log-book,""Cousin Lily" and "Music and tea."He brought two green birds from Australia,A curious box from Japan,A queer little idol from China,And a lovely carved ivory fan.On Bachelor Ben, the rich Uncle,Red and portly, and brim-full of fun,Ev'ry face in the room beam'd a welcome;Mamma said, "So glad you are come!"3


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After answering all the kind greetings,He held up his arm in the air,And begg'd those who were present to noticeThat not one sleeve-button was there!Then he called aloud for Niece Lily,And declared he'd his darling disownIf she did not the very next minuteSew the buttons, now wanting, all on."Oh, Uncle," said poor little Lily,"You can't be in earnest, I know!'Tis my birthday; I haven't my work-box;You surely don't want me to sew?""Come hither, you pert little monkey,"He said with a shake of his head,And drew out a beautiful housewife,Full of buttons, and needles, and thread.Poor Lily could hardly help crying;But she knew that she must not be rude,So at once did her best by complyingWith her Uncle Ben's whimsical mood.Hal's blue eyes then opened still wider,-He thought her a fairy outright;But I think both the soldier and poetWere a "leetle bit" shocked at the sight.Uncle Ben gave her cheek a sly pinching,And then a good warm hearty kiss;And Lily's sweet smile gave assuranceHis joke was not taken amiss.4


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At last Uncle John, the young curate,Came in, looking pale and careworn;He had worked for the service of othersTill eve from the earliest morn.And now he had come from a night-school;It had once been a mere robbers' den;Where he tried hard to turn boyish vagrantsInto honest and hard-working men.He said he need not, for late coming,Apology make, he well knew;Then smilingly, from his coat-pocket,A purple-bound volume he drew.He said, with a look at dear Lily,"Dont fear, I am not going to preach;My gift if you ponder it duly,Your duty, my darling, will teach."Take this book, my dear girl, for your guide,Companion, and counsellor sweet;May its honey still sweeten your life,Its lamp be a light to your feet."Drink often at Wisdom's pure fountain,Weigh all in her balance of gold;She has rubies and treasures to give you,Whose value have never been told."Seek her early, and she will be with you,Imparting a beauty divine;For they only who walk in her footsteps,In true and pure loveliness shine."5


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Now came supper, and afterwards parting,Warm wraps, and looks out at the sky;Little laughs, kisses sweet, and good wishes;And then the last cab, and "good bye."And then little Lily, quite tired,Was left to her presents and dreams,In which green birds changed into squirrels,Her rose into cakes and ice creams.They talk of the gifts of the Fairies,The presents Queen Nab often brings;But, to me, aunts, uncles, and cousins,Are by far the more sensible things.I fear that some dear little readerIs now very likely to cry,"I am not in the least like your Lily,-No presents for me my friends buy."Come here, lay your head on my bosom;This is but one day in a life;For twenty of feasting and pleasure,There are hundreds of struggle and strife.We are not made only for pleasure:'Our life is a nursery, a school,Where presents and parties come seldom,And happiness is not the rule.Strive first to be useful, then happy,-I know that the roses will bloom;But there must be labour and waitingEre the ripe sheaves are carried safe home.6


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