Front Cover
 Little Suck-a-Thumb
 Jimmy Suderlecs
 The Dirty Child
 The Little Glutton
 Tom The Thief
 Carry and the Candle
 Rocking Philip
 Sammy Tickletooth
 Untidy Tom
 Little Jacob and How He Became...
 Back Cover

Title: Slovenly Peter's little story book
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00024370/00001
 Material Information
Title: Slovenly Peter's little story book
Physical Description: 50 p. : col. ill. ; 16 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Hoffmann, Heinrich, 1809-1894
Cogger, Edward P ( Illustrator )
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [187-?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Sin -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Gluttony -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Obedience -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Safety -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Cleanliness -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1875   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: poetry   ( marcgt )
Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Illustrations by Cogger.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy lacks t.p.
General Note: Cover title.
General Note: In verse.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00024370
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 - 002237616
notis - ALH8105
oclc - 06071590

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Little Suck-a-Thumb
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Jimmy Suderlecs
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    The Dirty Child
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    The Little Glutton
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    Tom The Thief
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Carry and the Candle
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Rocking Philip
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Sammy Tickletooth
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Untidy Tom
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Little Jacob and How He Became Fat
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Back Cover
        Page 51
        Page 52
Full Text

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said, "Co
I must gc
leave yoi
3ut mind
rad, wha
)on't su
thumb, I

The great tall tailor always comes
To boysaind girls who suck their thumi
And ere they dream what he's about,
He taes his great sharp scissors out
And cuts their thumbs clean off-and th
You know, they never grow again."
Mamma had scarcely turn'd her back,
The thumb was in, Alack! Alack!
The door flew open, in he ran,
The great, long-legged scissor-man.

OII! chilren, see! the tailor's come
And caught our little Suck-a- b
Snip! Sni! the scissors go;
And Conrad cries out-Oh! Oh! Oh! ~
Snipl Snap! Snip! They go so fa-;
That both his thumbs are of aas
amma comeshome; there Conrad sta
looks quite sad, and shows his hands
Ah!" said Mamma, "I knew he come
To nauhty little Suck-a-Thumb."

I GUESS there's not one little boy
Of all who read these lines-
Who to sliding down the bannisters.
Won't own that he inclines;
They think it's the steam engine,
Or like a bird a flying,

i Until they split their heads in two,
And tihen they fall a crying.
Now all you sli(lers hark to me-:
Listen, your uncle -begs-
While he recites the story sad
Of Jimmy Sliderlegs.
Jimmy was always on the stairs
Ie wore out thirteen splendid pairs
Of bran new pantaloons;

He bunged his eyes-he hurt his nose-
His father lectured him quite strongly,
Gave him a beating of hard blows-
But Jimmy went on sliding wrongly,
And spoiled no end of costly clothes.
He stretched his legs so far apart
By such a frequent strain,
That it took all the Doctor's art
To get them back again.
Oe day his parents out had gone

To see a friend from France,
And {immy being quite alone,
Thought this at last his chance.
He mounted to the highest story,
He clasped the bannisters around-
He gave a cry of Hooray! Glory!"
And on the rail jumped with a boun
Down! down he went-now quick, no
He went so fast, he could not see-

The turns first make him sick, then sicker
Htis head began to whirl Ah me!
Just like a Windmill's sails a-turning,
He twisted, tumbled, turned and twirled,
His arms and legs flew far asunder!
His body on the floor was hurled!
Some of his bones were broken qute;
While on the stair,
Much blood was there-
Ah, me! 0, what a sight!

The little girls whon
here you see
Were sisters in lon
And both, enjo
an equal share
Of a kind mothr's
anxious care. I

The ne in neatness took a pride,
And of the brush and comb applied;
Oft washed her face, and oft her hands;
Se, now, thus occupied she stands.
The other-oh! I grieve to. say
she would scream and run away,
Soon she saw her mother stand,
h water by, and sponge in hand.

She'd kick, and stamp, and jump
And set up such an awful shout,
That one who did not know the cI
Would say she must be going wil(
-In consequence it came to pass,
While one was quite a pretty cla
And many a fond admirer gatinl,
And many a little gift obtained;

her, viewed with general scorn,
eft forsaken and forlorn;
o one can endure to see,
Id all dirt and misery.
I how needful 'tis that we
clean in dress and person be;
se, believe me, 'tis in vain
)pe affection to obtain.

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A. sloven will be always vie
With pity by the wise and g
While ev'n the vicious and the
Behold with scorn a dirty fa

tis Mary loved to eat,-
As her chief delight;
uld have, something, sour r weet,
Wo munch from morn till night.
Xto the pantry daily stole,
And slyly she would take :
lgar, and plums anad sweatmeats, tooi
And apples, nuts, and cake.

H Ier mother Mary oft reprove11
But, ah! it did no good;
Munch, nibbl, chew, from morn
- The little glutton would.
One day, upon some bee-hives m_
She chanced to cast her eyes;
"Ho nice that honey there must
She cried, and offshe flies.
On tiptoe now the hives she net
Close up to them she creeps,
:^ thirough the little window pa
iite cautiously she peeps.
411 '' 1 1 '

!" she cries,
AS sue e neoney sees;
"I must, I will, indeed, have some;
It cannot hurt the bees."
And now a hive she gently lifts,-
Oh, foolish, foolish child!-
Down, down it falls-out swarm the bees, .
Buzzing with fury wild.
With frightshe sh rieks, and tries to run,
But, ah! 'tis all in vaini ;
Ipon her light the angry bees,
And make her wr the with pain.
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h The village cloct is
striking eight,
And. children, each
with book and
Are hurrying off to
I school. .

They linger not;to talk or play,
But hasten forward on their way-
Such is the teacher's rule.
With spectacles upon his nose
He to the upper window goes;
Right glad is he to view
The little folks on learning bent,
Approaching with a heart content,
Their studies to pursue.
And there is Tom, whose empty head
Is with a great big cap o'erspread.

*e But see; he turns aside;
He scorns the sweets that knowledge
And oft prefers to roam the fields
From morn till eventide.
Oft too, the warblers of the air
Are tangled in some secret snare,
Spread by this naughty boy;
But darker deeds and thievish gains
Now occupy his little brains,
'And all his thoughts employ.

He ponders deep, he ponders long;
Says he, "The teacher is among
His pupils and his books;
What danger if at such a time
I try his apple-trees to climb ?
No eye upon me looks."
So o'er the garden wall he went,
And to a tree his footsteps bent,
Whose excellence he knew;
Where many an apple ripe and red,
All temptingly above his heac

In rich profusion grew.
Now mark this naughty little lad,
While busied in a deed so bad,
How full he is of fear.
He looks about with anxious eyes,
Before, behind, he peeps and pries,
Lest some one should be near.
But finding all is safe around,
His hat and coat upon the ground
'With eager haste he throws;
Then with both hands the trunk he grasps,

With both his knees he tightly clasps,
And up the tree he goes.
But, oh! what language can express
Th' alarm and horrible distress
That racks poor Tommy's mind,
To feel some strange mysterious force
Arrest him in his upward course,
By seizing him behind!
O'erwhelmed with fear at once he stops,
And almost from'the tree he drops
Down to the ground beneath;

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He sees the bull-dog's open jaws,
And sees his glittering teeth.
Aloud he shouts, aloud he bawls,
And long for help he vainly calls;
No rescuing friend appears.
At length, despite the children's noise,
The echoes of his suppliant voice
Strike on the teacher's ears.
Quickly he hastens out to see
What in the world the cause can be

And lodino g o'er the garden wtll,
Beholds the thief, the dog and all,
With horror and surprise.
Nor stood he long with wonder mute;
A word to the obedient brute
At once gives Tom relief.
But ever since that luckless morn,
Object of universal scorn,
He's nick-named-Tom the thief.

" Bring the candle-
stick to me,"
Said the mother,
"But when I am
gone away,
Do not with the
candle play."

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;wi x-m-m- 1
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Till Mamma hadd left the hous;
CARRY sat still as a mouse;
But she then began to say,
"Why not with the candle play?"
On the table stood the light,
Ever burning fresh and bright;
Shining out so pleasantly,
CARRY could not let it be.
First with pins around the wck,
CAROLINE began to pick;

Snapping water many ways,
Till it sputtered in a blaze.
Till she heard the Snuffers say,
"lNaughty girl, Mamma obey,
Else you soon on fire will be,
Then I'll bite iyou fearfully."
, Thus the warning Snuffers spoke,
CARRY thought it all a joke;
Till the candle flashing higher,
Set her hair and clothes on ire.

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Loud she screamed with anguish wild,
Mother ran to save her child;
And as CARRY gave a shout,
With the Snuffers, snuffed her 'out.
Mind, ye children, what I say,
With the candle never play;
Soon you'll have of this enough,
And at last be choked in snuff.

"LET me see if Piipip can
Be a little gentleman;
Let me see if he is able
To sit for once, still at the table."
Thus spoke, in earnest tone,
The father to his son;
And the mother looked very grav3
To see Philip misbehave:
But Philip he did not mind
His father who was so kind.

He wriggled, and giggled,
And then, I declare,
Swung backward and forward
And tilted his chair,
Just like any rocking horse;-,
"Philip! I am getting cross!"
See the naughty, restless child,
Growing still more rude and wild,
Till his chair falls over quite,
Philip screams with all his might.

Catches at the cloth, but then
That makes matters worse again.
Down upon the ground they fall,
Glasses, bread, knives, forks and all.
How Mamma did fret and frown,
When she saw them tumbling down!
And Papa made such a face!
Philip is in sad disgrace.
Where is Philip? Where is he?
Fairly cover'd up, you seel

Cloth and all' ae lying' on him'
He has pull'd down all upon himi. ,
What a terrible to-doT!' :
* Dishes, glasses, snapt in two!
Here a knife, and there a fork!
th:ilip, this is naughty work.
. Table all so bare, and ah!
TPoor Papa, and poor Mamma
Look quite cross, and wonder how
They shall make their dinner now.

THAT greedy little
fellow Sam,
His mother once
had left alone-
But warned him well
he should not cram
ti- s throat with
sweets while she
was gone.

But scarcely had she gone out,
When Sammy rummaged all about,
'Mongst pans and bottles in a trice,
In hopes of finding something nice.
A dish beside the oven stood-
This sure contains some dainty food!
He lifts the lid, 'nd finds a cake
Of dough, well-kneaded, fit to bake.

Then straight his fingers in he dips,
And greedily he licks their tips;
And 01 it tastes so very sweet,
He smacks his lips at such a treat.
A second piece he can't resist,
Nor will a third he thinks be missed.
And then three pieces lead to four;
For much will always crave for more.

He lingers, loth to leave his prize,
When lo! the yeast begins to rise,
And not within the dish alone,-
In Sammy it has also blown!
Now mark how bloated is his face,
And how his body swells apace!
And how he glares with goggle eyes,
To see his body such a size!

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Oh dear!" he roars; "f'm like a drum!"
And when his mother hime has otime,
So big is grown her little so '
He cannot waddle-muchnless run,
Still like a bubble filled with air,
He swells enough to make one stare,-
And, should the worst come to the worst,
To-morrow he will surely burst!

- NTiD
TOM was a most untidy boy,
Who took no care of book or toy;
.Nor were his clothes e'er neatly laid
Beside him when he went to bed.

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N o, nothing in its place was ifund,
But all his things were strewed around:
His socks at random off he toss'd,
As though Jhe cared not both we elost.
Beside the stove was seen a shoe,
His trousers there were lying too;
The, fellow shoe was near the door,
!' Flung with the coat upon the floor.
But, children, mark what happened next,
nd think how sorely Tom was vexed!
Wt early morn his father rose,
And dressed up doggy in his clothes

He dressed him in the coat so warm,
And put a book beneath his arm;
While Tom was forced to stand and look,
Though in his shirt with cold he shook.
What think you next his father did? :
Why, little Tom he straightway bid
With doggy thus to school to go,
That doggy might his learning show!
And Tom most foolish looked, I trow,
As forth he went amid the snow; -
While proudly stalked the dog, you see,
As though he'd taken his degree!

THE little Jacob
i was so small,
He could not
smaller be;
'When he took off
his little coat,
Just like a stick.
looked he.

His Parents, therefore, anxious were
About their little Jake,
And said, "Oh, dear! what can we do
Our Jacob fat to make?
All sorts of nice things we must get
For our dear boy to eat; -
Meats boiled and roasted, bak'd andfried,
And pies and puddings sweet.

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And then, besides, we'll let him drink
Plenty of wine and beer;
And if this does not make him fat,
Why nothing will, we fear."
This diet, then, they put him on,
And soon to their great joy,

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They found that fat and fatter grew
Their darling little boy.
When six month passed, and he had grown
Fat as you see him here,
His parents said, You need not now
Eat quite so much, my dear;

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For, oh! if you become too fat,
We then may try in vain,
Unless we give you bitter pills,
To make you thin again.
But Jacob would not then obey,
He only ate the more,

Until, at length, he grew as fat
As he was thin before.
One day a hearty meal he made,
But still was not content;
Cake, wine, and beer, he slyly took,
And to the fields he went.

There, for a while, like any pig,
He ate and drank alone,
But suddenly his mother heard
Her little Jacob moan.
Out of the house, off to the fields
Swift as a flash she flew;

Alas! alas! what saw she there
Her Jacob burst in two.
I'll say this much to boys and g
If they be thick or thin,
That, be this story true or false,
Sure guttony's a sin.


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