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Group Title: Surprising stories about the mouse and her sons, and the funny pigs : with laughable coloured engravings.
Title: Surprising stories about the mouse and her sons, and the funny pigs
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Title: Surprising stories about the mouse and her sons, and the funny pigs with laughable coloured engravings
Alternate Title: Mouse and her sons, and the funny pigs
Physical Description: 1 v. (various pagings) : col. ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dean & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: Dean and Son
Place of Publication: London (11 Ludgate Hill)
Publication Date: [between 1857-1865]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1861   ( local )
Bldn -- 1861
Genre: Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
General Note: Approximate dates according to Brown, P. A. London publishers and printers, p. 55.
General Note: Illustrations are hand-colored.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00024384
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
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002238218
notis - ALH8715
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THE MOUSEAND HER SONS.INCE ON A TIME there lived a Mouse,Sole mistress of a spacious house,And rich as mouse need be:'Tis true her dwelling, underground,Was neither long, nor square, nor round,But suiting her degree.No lofty ceilings there were seen,No windows clear, or gardens green,Or rooms with neat division.3'

THE MOUSE AND HER SONS.But, in a corner, she could findOf viands, sorted to her mind,A notable provision.Her neighbours round esteemed her well,And often in her little cell,Would spend a social hour;Besides, she had a friendly heart,And to the poor she would impartSome of her little store.Now, Madam Mouse two sons had got,One named Streak,-the other, Spot;She gave them education,And also taught them to excelIn all such arts as fitted wellA Mouse's occupation.4

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THE MOUSE AND HER SONS.Two prettier Mice were never seen,So soft, so nimble, and so clean;Their teeth were sharp, their eyes werebright;And when through wood she saw themgnawAs neatly, almost, as a saw,The mother's eyes beamed with de-light.And oft, she said, "My sons, bewareThe guileful Cat and baited snare,To Mice a sure perdition !"And showed how, caught within thetrap IThey would bewail their dire mishap,With tears of sad condition.6

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TIlE MOUSE AND HER, SONS.And, in plain terms, she would describeThose terrors of the mousing tribe,In every form and feature;And then she would pourtray the CatSworn erinmy of Mouse or Rat,A most voracious creature.Now, being grown both stout and strong,They thought they had remained too longIn idleness at home;And now their food they daily sought,And of their mother little -thoughtWhile they abroad did roam.One fatal hour, with spirits gay,Far from their home they strolled away,And reached a lone farm-house;8

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THE MOUSE AND HER SONS.Abundance, there, was found to eat;It had been long a known retreatTo many a wandering mouse.But now the housewife saw, dismayed,The waste so many mice had made,And did a trap procure."And if I catch a mouse," said she," No mercy shall it find from me;From mice my pantry I'll secure."Agreeing once to sup at home,A different way the brothers roam;Each finds a different fate.Soon nimble Spot the pantry found,And views the eatables around,With consequence elate.10

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TIIE MIOUSE AND EIR SONS.And in the midst a trap there stood,Made strong with wire and with wood,And baited with fresh-toasted cheese."Dear me !" said the admiring mouse," What do I see ?-a pretty house,Constructed me to please." What silly things these mothers are,"Said he, with a conceited air;"What cause is there for fear ?This door is very high and wide,Myself and twenty more beside,Might safely enter here."Thenin he rushed, and seized the bait,And soon the dainty morsel ate,Then turned to go away.12

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TIlE MOUSE AND HER SONS.But, ah! poor mouse, he finds the door,Which he so freely passed before,Compels him now to stay.Now his kind mother's warnings rise,And place before his weeping eyes,Grim death in every shape.Alas! poor prisoner Spot can seeNo prospect left of liberty,No chance of his escape.Now turn we to the kitchen side,And see what fortune can betidePoor Streak, who there is gone;Where by a blazing fire there satA glossy, well-fed tabby cat,Half sleeping, and alone.14

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TIE MOUSE AND lHER SONS.With veneration mixed with awe,For the first time, a cat he saw,And thus expressed his mind:"Can this meek. creature prove," said he,The cat-so oft described to me,-Devourer of our kind."And now, to have a nearer view,Closer and closer still, lie drew,And hears her softly purring;" Ah me!" he cries, " what dulcet note,What music from that downy throat;I'm sure she is not stirring."The cat now turned her amber eyes,And view'd poor Streak with glad surprise,Then caught him with her claw;16


TIIE MOUSE AND IIHEl SONS.Now o'er her head she whirls him round,Then dashes him against the ground,Or strikes him with her paw.Now lets him run a little way,Now claws him back in cruel play,Or bites through his soft ear;At length, exerting all his strength,Ite made a leap of wond'rous length,And got away quite clear."Why are my sons abroad so late ?"The mother said, foreboding fate,And oft she sighed full sore;Just then, she heard a mournful squeak,And soon beheld poor wounded Streak,Come crawling through the door.18

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THE MOUSE AND HER SONS.With falt'ring voice, and accents slow,He told his little tale of woe,.And of his hurts did tell."Oh! had I been advised by thee,My dearest mother, then," said he,"I had been safe and well."Not many moments can I live,My loving mother, pardon give,And let me die in peace."Full many a: .tear the mother shedBeside poor Mousey's dying bed,And soon his voice did cease."Disastrous fate!" the Mouse did say,"To lose both sons in one sad day,Dear objects of my love."20

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THIE MOUSE AND HER SONS.But, hark! a well-known step is heard,Each bristle of the Mouse's beard,Began with hope to move.And soon poor Spot's long nose she saw,And then his little pointed paw,Come gently on the floor."0, mother, mother," cried the Mouse,"With joy I see our happy house;My peaceful home, once more."With transport she beholds her son,Who, on recovering breath, begunTo tell his perils past;And how he had, with tooth and claw,Contrived from out the trap to gnaw,And so escaped at last.22

THE MOUSE AND HER SONS.If you do not attend to your parents'advice,You may come to sad fate, like the twolittle mice.23



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THELITTLE PIG'S RAMBLEFROM HOME.(INC-E IT HAPPEN ED, though when, isnot easily said,That a grunter, Jack Pig, took it intohis headTo quit his good home,-his dear motherto leave,Not thinking at all how for him shewould grieve.3

LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.Said Jack, " Brother Bob for his pleasurehas strayed;I'll roam away, too, when I'm nicelyarrayed:"Next morn he set off in a hat and wigdressed;-The same that the farmer's son wore ashis best.With snout aloft, he started out,Then on the green he gazed about:He whisked his tail with pure delight,Saying-"I shall not lodge here to-night."The geese came hissing at his heel,But, 'midst their noise he heard asqueal;4

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LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.And looking to see from whence itcame,He spied his mother down the lane." Her son," said he, " so tall, she'll neverknow,"Dressed, smartly as I am,beau."so likeaHis heart beatquickly as his ma' hepassed,But, bowing, "How d'ye do, good dame?"-he asked;Then biting from out the hedge a nicecane,And putting his hat on, said "All's rightagain;6

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LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM hIOME.Now over the world I'll roam, as fast asI can:"Then he flourished his cane, and onwardhe ran.And trotting on briskly, Piggy sooncameTo a field where some schoolboys werehaving a game;Said he, "As I'm tired,rest,And perhaps if I do so,be best:For I should not muchboys to disturb,I'll lie down tojust here 'twilllike these poor_es they possibly might;be so very ab-surd8

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LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.As to leave off their game, for respecttowards me,No occasion for which I can possiblysee.But, just then, a boy spied him, and giv-ing a call,Thus said to his comrades, "Come here,my lads, all."Then they left off their play, and theychased the poor pig,Until he had lost both his hat and hiswig.They left him, at last, overcome withfatigue;"Though," said he, " it is not for myselfthat I grieve,10

LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.But to think of the manners of thesecountry clowns!Such conduct would never be met within towns."To get back his wig, he was greatly per-plexed,About which and his hat, he was equallyvexed;For the wind, when tho boys were hard-est in chase,Blew them both in the river, its surfaceto grace;And they seemed to mock Piggy, asthere they did float;"But I'll have you," said Jack, whopushed off in a boat;.11

LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.When his finery reaching, the boat heupset,"I can swim," cried the blade, "and Idon't mind the wet."But, beside his own hide, both his wigand his hatWere wet and deranged; so, to remedythat,"I'll enter this cottage; here's a fire,"he said,"I'll hang them to dry, while I lie inthe bed."When the dame returned home, as heslumbered so snug,She soon spied the gentleman under therug,12


LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.And basted him well with a stick like alog,Turning him and his wardrobe out intoa bog.In the miry mess Piggy long struggledabout,Unable to rise;out,but at last he gotAnd crept to a field where fine cabbagesgrew:"I'm hungry," said he,a few."I'll indulge inWhen, just as his snout had a nice plantuptorn,A shot through his ear he had reason tomourn,14

LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.Discharged from the gun of a lad sta-tioned there,To take care of the crop, and all robbersto scare.Wounded, weary, and hungry, poor Jacknow felt sad,tAnd thought of the home,once had,Where he'd plenty of food,straw for his bed,And at night, a roof of goodhis head.He escaped from the field,scarcely knew how,so safe heand cleanthatch o'erthough heAnd scampered as fast as his strengthwould allow:15

LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.In the distance, a town, long and widehe could see;"Ah! ah! said Jack Swine, "that's thequarter for me.Then Jack hurried on to the city sogay,Where he walked through the streets inhis comic array;But think of his horror, oh! think ofhis dread,When, hanging immediately over hishead,In the first butcher's shop that he chancedto discover,Were the mortal remains of poor Bobby,his brother,16

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LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME."'Tis sad," sighed our Jack, "such adifference should beBetween that unfortunate fellow andme. ,But now I have hardly the heart torelateTo my dear little readers, the terriblefateThat awaited poor Jack Scarce a mo-ment had passed,As he gazed on his brother, while tearstrickled fast,When he uttered a loud and a heart-rending wail,For a butcher, in blue, had caught holdof his tail,

LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.By which, and one ear, while Jacksqueaked for his mother,Away he was dragged, to be slain, likehis brother.The sun rose, next morning, and shed itsfirst gleam,On exact the same spot where his brotherhad. been;But there, in the same place, extendedand dead,Hung poor master Jacky, without anyhead.The head, too, hung near,-but withoutits fine wig,And was now to be seen as the head ofa pig.19

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LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HOME.Many times has the butcher thought ofhis good luck,But he'll never again capture such a gaybuck.If pigs will walk upright, and strut withfine canes,Stalking in towns, 'stead of roaming inlanes,Misfortunes they'll meet with, no doubt,such as Jack's,Getting shots through their ears, andkicks on their backs.Piggy left a good sty,And went out, like a guy;21

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LITTLE PIG'S RAMBLE FROM HCME.But think you, who chide him,How many beside him,By false pleasures are won,Like the Prodigal Son.And while smiling at Piggy, think, too,of the woesThat attend, more or less, every wandererwho goes,Leaving behind him his true friends, toroam,In search of those pleasures found onlyat home.28



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TIlELITTLE PIG'S TALE.AN a certain farm-yard, not a hundredmiles off,Some pigs were enjoying themselves at atrough;They were having their dinner, or if'twere too soon,It might be their breakfast,-it scarcelywas noon,3

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.And, as pigs of fashion, their ears itmight shockTo talk about dining before twelveo'clock.Well,-let us suppose it was break-fast,-and theyWith their delicate noses were grubbingaway,When up came their master, whoselooks, to my thinking,Betokened a love for good eating anddrinking;And 'tis not unlikely the pigs thoughtso too,For they never so much as said "Howdo you do ?"4

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.But went on in silence to finish theirfeeding,Which certainly was not a mark of goodbreeding;But as they thus acted, I must tell thetruth,Though I'd rather my pigs had not beenso uncouth.However, the master looked on at hisleisure,And seemed to regard them with infinitepleasure,And no ill intent,-'till he happenedto seeOne fat little lady pig, white as couldbe.5

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.T'hen his mouth fairly watered, as hethought how nice,With sage, onion, and apple sauce, wouldbe a sliceOf that nice tempting piggy,-so, callingto Joe,Who also was fond of roast pork, youmust know,Said, "Joe, you had better that littlepig kill,Before she gets bigger." Said Joe, " Sir,I will."The pigs heard this order with greatconsternation,And grunted, quite clearly, their dis-approbation;

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THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.But master and man took no heed oftheir sorrow,And Miss was to die the day after themorrow.The rest, who were all in her fate in-terested,Now offered such comfort as pity sug-gested:"They won't hurt you much," simperedone tender swain,"I've heard that this killing,any pain;Pray take some more wash,cabbage-stalk bite."No, thank you," said Piggy,appetite."is scarceand this"I've no8

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.At night, when she laid herself downin her sty,In vain she attempted to close her brighteye:Not a wink could she get through thewhole of the night,And wept till she made herself look likea fright.She turned first on one side, and then onthe other,And two! or three times thought ofwaking her mother;But this was not easy, for pigs are soundsleepers,And not very willing to open theirpeepers.

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.At last morning dawned, and mammapig awoke,When thus poor Miss Piggy with muchspirit spoke:"Dear mother, it certainly is a greatpity,To kill me while I'm so young and sopretty;But if they can have such bad taste asto do it,I really don't see why I should submitto it.No one in their senses, I think, wouldremainWhen they know they are soon to becruelly slain; ?10

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THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.There are more sties thanworld, I dare say,So I think I had betteraway."Alas! my dear child,"ther, "I fearthis in theat once runsaid her mo-You may as well make up your mind tostay here,For 'tis likely the very first person youmeet,Would carry you off, and hen kill youto eat.Wherever you go, there is just the samedanger;You had better be killed by a friend,than a stranger.12

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THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.To tell you the truth, I am sadlyafraid,It is for man's eating that we pigs aremade.The thought is not pleasant, yet, whatwe can't cure,As the old proverb says, we must learnto endure.Then a grave-looking pig, of respect-able age,Who. was always considered remarkablysage,Said, "Ladies, allow me to .offer awordRespecting the orders we yesterdayheard.14

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THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.It seems that Miss does not approve ofthe planProposed by our master to Joseph, hisman;Though such we all come to, atone timeor other:Last week I thus lost my affectionatebrother,And next week, perhaps, I myself maybe taken,For this is the season for making ofbacon;However, as Miss Pig objects thusto beCut off in her prime,-and we all mustagree16

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THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.It is very unpleasant,-there can be nodoubt of it,-I've thought of a way by which she mayget out of it:Now, if she had not been so plump andgood looking,They would never have fancied her readyfor cooking;But if she'd get rid of these charms, Iam thinking, ,By living awhile without eating ordrinking,And hides herself up in the loft, 'mongstthe hay,They'll think that somebody has stole heraway.18

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THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.An;when she comes bacltkae will be somuch thinner,Depend on't they'll no longer want herfor dinner."Mamma thought this scheme was un-commonly clever,But her daughter indignantly answered,"No, never!What! lose all my beauty ? I'd muchrather die for it;If that's my'last chance, I am sure Ishan't try for it;To be called thin and ugly, I nevercould bear;-The thought makes me nervous. I vowand declare.20

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.I should be neglected, and not have alover:I'd rather be killed, half a dozen timesover.'Tis a comfort to know, since my lifeI'm not ableSo save, I shall look very well on thetable."21

THE LITTLE PIG'S TALE.Poor Piggy was killed on the verynext day,And all who'd the pleasure of tastingher, sayThat she was so nice, they should neverforget her,The Queen and Prince Consort could nothave a better.22




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