Title: Afternoon tea
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Title: Afternoon tea
Physical Description: 1 v. : illus. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sowerby, J. G ( John G )
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bro's.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1880
Copyright Date: 1880
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Subject: Children's poetry -- 1880
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Genre: Children's poetry
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Bibliographic ID: UF00026022
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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AFTERNOON TEA.
THIS fat little boy and his sisters you see
Are out on the lawn at their afternoon tea,
And truly I think, from the looks of the three,
That a very nice thing is this afternoon tea.

A gentle breeze blowing and not too much heat,
A japanese tea-tray and china so neat,
The tea and the maidens, both equally sweet,
Together must make up a very nice treat.

The little fat boy rather greedy appears.
He drinks up his tea with a relish, that's clear,
While his sisters look at him and tremble with fear,
Lest the mug, in the end, with the tea disappear.




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SCANDAL.


"WHAT do you think ?"
I'm sure I don't know!"
"Don't tell anybody !"
"Oh no! Oh no!"


"Said what ?
What is it ?
The way that
Is really so


" Somebody told me,
That some one else said
That so and so whispered,
That somebody said."


I won't tell.
Oh dear !
you tell it
queer !"


" Now you must be patient,
I'll tell you in time,
But I have to make it
All fit into rhyme.

" Be sure you don't tell it,
Because if you do,
My secrets in future
I'll not tell to you !"











































THE TORN DRESS.


OH sister Jessie
Tell me now,
When did you tear
Your dress-and how ?


Don't look so sadly
Pale with care,
But mend it nicely
Here and there.


And when dear mother
Sees how well
You've darned the holes
And hears you tell,

The truth about it,
Well I know
She'll kiss you, dear,
And let you go.








































THE YOUNG MUSICIAN.


With its big d(



Till frightened


Of holding up the



Scraping, scraping


THERE'S nothing like a fiddle,
Though music is a riddle,
)ts, and little dots, and long straight lines.
And this fiddle makes a moaning
And a grunting and a groaning,
doggie drops his tail, with dreadful howls and whines.


Says Jessie, I'm so tired,
Though the music I've admired,
music-book, this long, long while,
And what would Grandpa say
If he caught you here at play,
on his fiddle, in such a famous style ?







































THE LITTLE BATHER.

HE didn't like bathing, Oh dear, oh dear!
The sea was so cold and the waves were so near.
But dear sister Fanny was loving and kind,
She whispered of beautiful shells they would find,
And told him the waves sang a wonderful song,
That only to wavelets and ripples belong.
Saying gently, Now, Willie, make friends with the sea
And bathe in its waters so lovely and free."
Then slowly the frown faded out of his face,
And a smile like a sunbeam came there in its place,
As holding to Fanny, no longer afraid,
He bathed in the ripples the little waves made.















































MAYING.


WHO loves the May,
The blooming May,
Should be where I
Have been to-day.

Deep in the woods,
Then out again,
Across the fields
And down the lane.


There, thro' the trees,
The humming bees
And merry birds
Swing in the breeze,

While butterflies,
With wings so gay,
Sip honey from
The blooming May.











THE QUAKERS.

CALMLY, sedately,
In manner so stately,
These two from the meeting
Have just now returned;
Their arms linked together,
He's asking her whether
She thinks she'll remember
The things they have learned.

With hands meekly folding,
Good Reuben is holding
A neat silk umbrella,
H IFor fear it may rain
So Hannah's new bonnet
May not get upon it
A drop, or a sprinkle,
A spot, or a stain.



GOING TO SCHOOL.
WITH lagging footsteps, hand in hand,
Toward the school they slowly went, I
Her pretty eyes looked sadly round,
While his upon his book were bent.
'Twas in the early summer time,
And from the hedge-rows many a song
Of bird, and insect sweetly rang,
To greet them as they passed along.

And tho' his eyes were on his book,
His mind was not on crooked words,
But filled with thoughts of hoop and ball
And running brooks, and singing birds.

While she was dreaming of the wood,
Whose shady nooks, and flow'ry dells
Made doubly dull the thoughts of school
And tedious tasks, she knew so well.












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"GOOD morning, Mistress Nellie, "They'd call you very foolish
We're going to the play, To miss this famous play."
Will you not go there with us? "Enough, good Master Lacy,
Now, do not say me nay." I'll join your party gay,
"Oh, no sir, pray excuse me, I dearly love a frolic
What would my sisters say ?" And I'll go to see the play."














































THE TOP.
SPIN away, spin away! round and round,
The hum of the top has a merry sound.
As yet, its journey is just beginning,
Ever so long it will go on spinning.
Up in my hand, or down on the ground,
Still goes the busy top, round and round,
While Baby looks on, with her eyes so bright,
Isn't top-spinning a wonderful sight ?





















































THE SALUTE.
" How do you do, kind sir ?
A fair Good morrow!
The wind blows softly
From the West to-day."


" So, always may it blow
For you sweet maiden,
And bring you sunshine
As it does to-day."








































FORBIDDEN FRUIT.


OH, the apples are golden the apples are red !
"But we mustn't touch them" the gardener said.
Don't they look tempting ? so round and bright,
Who can help looking at such a fine sight ?
See the bright sun-flowers stand in a row,
Their heads always turn with the sun as you know.
But now, all their faces are looking this way
As if they were watching, and trying to say,
"Now, don't you forget what the gardener said
About touching the apples so rosy and red.
And perhaps if you're good, and his orders obey,
He'll give you each one when you see him to-day."















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GOING TO THE SEA.


OH, we talked and we laughed
As we went to the sea,
But oh, what a panic
Were we in to see
An army of geese
Coming up from the sea!


Oh, they cackled and hissed,
As tho' waiting to see
Which were the greater geese
They, or we three ;
We, or the geese who came
Up from the sea.


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ROSIE AND THE PIGS.
As Rosie was breakfasting out on the grass,
Two pigs snuffing hungrily happened to pass,
And one put his snout down so close to her cup
That Rosie thought surely he'd drink the milk up.
He smelt for a moment, then turned with a grunt,
When up came the other pig bold to the front,
With a squeal, as tho' saying, Now what have you there ?
I should like, little lassie, to taste of your fare."
Pretty Rosie drew back for a moment, but soon
She rapped master pig on the nose with her spoon,
Crying stoutly, "You'll not get my breakfast old pig,
Tho' I am so little and you are so big !"




















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THE PURITAN MAID.


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PRETTY, placid, prim Joanna,

Fair of face and staid of manner,

Reading, as she wends her way

Homeward from the church to-day.


While around her closely hover,

As tho' each one were a lover;

Birds, who never seem afraid

Singing to the gentle maid.


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SKIPPING THE ROPE.


SEVEN maidens, young and gay,
From the school across the way,
Each with skipping-rope in hand,
In the pleasant play-ground stand.

All in caps of purest white,
Glossy hair in crinkles bright,
Collars, aprons, like the snow,
Watching, standing in a row.


Sparkle pretty Lucy's eyes
As the skipping-rope she plies,
Swinging, swinging, swiftly round
With a humming, hissing sound.

While the rest around her stand,
With their skipping-ropes in hand,
Eager each to look and learn,
When they come to skip in turn.















THE NAUGHTY SHEEP.


"OH! gentle sheep so pretty-
Now do not stop the way,
For we must go to Grannie's
And back again to-day.


" She left her old umbrella,
And Mamma bade us two,
Go straight with it to Grannie's
And so we mean to do.

" For she is old and feeble
And cannot come again,
Without her big umbrella
In case that it should rain."


Then up, and spoke the leader,
A tough old ram, was he,
"We live upon this meadow-
As any one may see.


"We love to feed in comfort
And frisk upon the grass,
And no one,, big or little,
Do we allow to pass.


" Go back a little distance
And skirt the garden wall,
And soon you'll be at Grannie's
Umbrella, dog and all."











































THE NURSERY CHAIR.


PRETTY Edith sits up
In her nursery chair,
Her baby cheeks glowing
So rosy and fair.

With her pretty bare feet
And her little night-dress,
What she is doing now,
Can you not guess ?


She is plucking the citron
So rich and so nice,
From out of her Christmas cake
Flavored with spice.

"Make haste, baby Edith,
For bed-time is near,
And nursey is coming
To take you, I fear."
















































FLYING THE KITE.
A GROUP of children, and a kite,
Just starting on its upward flight,
With waving face, and flapping tail,
It flutters in the summer gale.
While every eye is turned on high
To see it mount toward the sky,
And even Baby crows with glee
The pretty shining kite to see.



















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ODD
" HOPPETY, hoppety, hot !
How many stones have I got ?
Odd or even it is we play,
Come open your mouth
And which it is say,
Hippity, hoppety, hey !"


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" Whackety, whackety, whack!
Oh what a terrible crack !
Odd or even, I'll help you play,
When I send you again
You'll surely come back,
Whackety, whackety, whack !"
















GEESE AND GANDER.

SILLY geese and gander,
Bandy legged and slow,
Stretching out your long necks,
Whistling as you go;
Plucking up the sweet grass,
Rolling on the ground,
Limping o'er the flint stones,
Whither are you bound ?

Silly geese and gander,
Tho' you proudly hiss,
Squawking as you waddle,
Let me tell you this;
Still where'er you travel,
When Christmas comes around,
Roast, or in a pot-pie,
Surely you'll be found!

















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BREAD AND MILK.


BROWN bread and buttermilk
Oh, what a treat !
Drop in some sugar
To make it taste sweet,
Then stir up the bowlful
For Tommy to eat.


Brown bread and buttermilk
Wholesome and nice,
Our Tommy don't linger
To look at it twice ;
For, see the whole bowlful
Is gone in a trice !


















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You naughty, naughty Will, you'll certainly be ill,
Go put away that nasty pipe this minute.
It is uncle Joseph's too, and he'll have a word with you,
When he sees you smoking real tobacco in it."
Says Will, Now, if you please, don't raise a silly breeze,
Nor scold an honest gentleman, while smoking at his ease."
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THE BIRD CATCHERS.
LAURENCE has set such a wonderful trap,
It has a long string and it shuts with a snap.
He has carefully scattered some grains of corn,
And see there's a bird coming over the lawn !
Nearer and nearer, with chirping and hopping,
And into the trap very soon he'll be popping.
" Now, Helen and Rosie, don't speak a loud word,
Or else you will frighten the little brown bird."












UP THE TREE.


STOP Stop you naughty Kitty,
Come down again I say.
From what I see
It seems to me
You'd like to run away.

But I'm a climber, Kitty,
As soon I'll make you know,
And tho' I puff
And find it tough,
Can follow where you go.


I see, you wicked Kitty,
Your tail is waving round,
As tho' to fly
You mean to try,
And light upon the ground.

But this I tell you, Kitty,
Although you climb so high,
I'll watch around
Till you come down
And catch you by and by.

And when I do, Miss Kitty,
Remember what I say,
You'll get the switch
And then you'll wish
You hadn't run away.


































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THE OLD WOMAN'S STALL.

THE old woman sits at her ginger-bread stall,
For years she has sat by that old broken wall.
She lives in the cottage that looks out to sea,
And works at her knitting as brisk as can be.


Apples and lollipops, sweet currant cakes,.
And taffy with almonds the old woman makes;
While lemonade frisky comes quick thro' a tap,
And goes very well with a ginger-bread snap.

The children come often to buy at the stall,
Where day after day, by the old broken wall,
The old woman sits with a motherly smile,
But keeps a sharp eye on the pennies the while.















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BESSIE AND THE LAMBS.


WHEN Spring is fairly here,
With sunshine clear
And gentle rain,
Comes Bessie to the fields
And smiling, weaves
Her daisy chain.


The lambs, with faces wise
Of mild surprise,
Draw slowly near
And bleat, as if to say
Sweet Bessie stay
And have no fear."






































PLAY-TIME.

LESSONS are over. Hurray Hurray !
What a nice frolic we're having to-day,
Bertie is horsey and little May rides,
While Alice is driver with Pinch at her side.

Get-up, and go-long! How we gallop away,
While Grandma is smiling to see us at play.
Just look at old Pincher, how lively he runs,
As barking and jumping, he watches the fun.

See Alice, how nicely she handles the whip
And now and then gives brother Bertie a tip,
While May for a bridle holds fast by his hair,
And cries, "Get up, horsey, we soon shall be there.'




































THE HEDGEHOG.
'*WHERE are you going so fast away ?
Where are you going ?" the children said.
"To seek my dinner this summer day,
To seek my dinner," the hedgehog said.

"You've got long prickles, so sharp and fine,
Such terrible prickles !" the children said.
"Now don't I tell you, I'm going to dine ?
Let me be going," the hedgehog said.

"Nay, nay, now' stay, don't hurry away!
Don't run away," the children said,
What will you get for dinner to-day ?"
"A little fat snail," the hedgehog said.

" And do you swallow your snails quite raw ?
Or do yon cook them ?" the children said.
" Such inquisitive children I never saw !
Of course I don't cook them," the hedgehog said.












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THE RUNAWAY RING.

Bow-wow, bow-wow, now run for your lives!
The little page comes to the door in surprise,
The noisy King Charles too, roused from his sleep,
Comes barking and running to get a sly peep,
While the old lady peers from the window to see
Whatever this wonderful tumult can be.
The little girl leaves all her school-things behind,
She's too much afraid they will catch her to mind,
While a boy round the corner is looking with glee,
To see if the others in danger may be.
And I, a poor doggie, am running like mad,
If I get safe away with my tail, I'll be glad.
All this to come from a runaway ring,
Oh children, how could you do such a bad thing ?














HEN AND CHICKENS.


ROUND this clucking old hen gather pretty chicks seven,
Dear, downy, round, peeping, and soft little things,
And no one can tell whether ten or a dozen,
Or how many more nestle under her wings.

The chick on her back looks around him with wonder,
To find himself standing so high in the air,
While out from the wing of the mother is peeping
Another, to see what is going on there.

How drowsy, contented, and lazily winking,
The fond happy mother sits spread on the ground,
As back and forth running, the other chicks cunning
Are chasing the insects that flutter around.


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