On the tree top

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Title:
On the tree top
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1 v. (unpaged) p., 7 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Bates, Clara Doty, 1838-1895
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Curtis, Jessie ( Illustrator )
Francis, J. G ( Joseph Greene ), 1849-1930 ( Illustrator )
Champney, James Wells, 1843-1903 ( Illustrator )
Sweeney, Morgan J ( Illustrator )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
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D. Lothrop & Co.
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Boston
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Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1881   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1881   ( rbgenr )
Nursery rhymes -- 1881   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1881   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1881
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Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
poetry   ( marcgt )
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United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston

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Statement of Responsibility:
by Clara Doty Bates and others ; illustrated by F.T. Merrill, Jessie Curtis, and other well known artists.
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Plates printed in colors.
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Publisher's catalogue follows text.
General Note:
Illustrations also by J.G. Francis, Champ, and Boz.
General Note:
Fairy tales and children's stories versified by Clara Bates Doty.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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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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All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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aleph - 001613991
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ON THE TREE TOPCLARA DOTY BATES AND OTHERS.ILLUSTRATED BY F. T. MERRILL, JESSIE CURTIS, AND OTHER WELL KNOWN ARTISTS.BOSTON:D. LOTHROP & COMPANYFRANKLIN STREET, COR. HAWLEY.**' ; 1 .m. j* ., A ^


COPYRIGHT, ISS1,By I) LOTHrirP & COMPANY.


CONTENTS.I.THE GOLD SPINNER.II.A FISH STORY.III.PUSSY CAT'S DOINGS.IV.THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS.v.THE GROUND SQUIRREL.VI.BABY'S TROTTING SONG.VII.JOHN S. CROW.VIII.SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS.


IX.JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK.X.LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.XI.CINDERELLA.XII.PUSS IN BOOTS.XIII.DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CA T.XIV.GOLD-LOCKS' DREAM OF PUSIE-WILLO W.XV.TONY.XVI.CAMPING OUT.XVII.DAME SPIDER.XVIII.HICKORY DICKOR Y DOCK.XIX.DAME FIDGET AND HER SILVER PENNY.xx.FOOLISH BOBOLINK.XXI.ALADDIN.XXII.BLUE BEARD.


XXIII.THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.XXIV.JACK AND GILLXXV.LITTLE BO-PEEP.XXVI.HOP O'-MY-THUMB.XXVII.THE BABES IN THE WOOD.XXVIII.THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.XXIX.GOODY TWO-SHOES.XXX.SA ARCHINKOLD.


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THE GOLD-SPINNER.:2" s *,I VTHE GOLD SPINNER.SMILLER had a daughter,And lovely, too, she was;Her step was light, her smile was bright,Her eyes were gray as glass.i. .(So Chaucer loved to write of eyes/ In which that nameless azure liesP /,4 So like shoal-water in its hue,SThough all too crystal clear for blue.)SAs you would suppose, the millervery proud of her,And would never fail to tell some taleAs to what her graces were.X On the powdery air of his o~vn millFloated the w hispers of her skill;At the village inn the loungers knewAll that the pretty girl could do.-Oft in his braggart wayS This foolish tale he told,That his daughter could spin from bits of strawContinuous threads of gold!So boastful had he grown, forsooth,That he cared but little for the truth:3ut since this was a curious thingIt came to the knowledge of the king.SHe thought it an old wife's fable,But senseless stuff at best;Yet, as he had greed, he cried, " Indeed !..I will put her powers to test."7 With a wave of his hand, he further saidThat to-morrow morning the clever maidI Should come to the castle, and he would see" What truth in the story there might be.


THE GOLD-SPINNER.Next day, with a trembling step,She reached the palace door,And was shown into a chamber, whereWas straw upon the floor.They brought her a chair and a spinning-wheel, iA little can of oil, and a reel;And said that unless the work was done -All of the straw into the gold-thread spun -By the time that the sun was an hour highNext morning, she would have to die.Down sat she in despair,Her tears falling like rain:S She had never spun a thread in her life,Nor ever reeled a skein !"Hark the door creaked, and through a chink,j; With droll wise smile and funny wink,In stepped a little quaint old man,All humped, and crooked, and browned withtan.She looked in fear and amazeTo see what he would do;He said, "Little maid, what will youIf I'll spin the straw for you ?"Ah, me, few gifts she had in store-A trinket or two, and nothing more I,i .. A necklace from her throat so slimShe took, and timidly offered him.S'Twvas enough, it seemed; for he satj I- At the wheel in front of her,And turned it three times round and round,Whirr, and whirr-rr, and whirr-rr-rr-One of the bobbins was full; and then,Whirr, and whirr-rr, and whirr-rr-rr again,


THE GOLD-SPINNER.Until all the straw that had been spreadHad been deftly spun into golden thread.At sunrise came the kingInstead of the ugly heaps of strawWere bobbins full of gold !This made him greedier than before; NAnd he led the maiden out at the doorInto a new room, where she sawStill larger and larger heaps of straw, 7"A chair to sit in, a spinning-wheel,"A little can of oil, and a reel; Down sank she in despair,And he said that straw, too, must be spun Her tears falling like rain;To gold before the next day's sun She could not spin a single thread,Was an hour high in the morning sky, She could not reel a skein.And if 'twas not done, she must die. But the door swung back, and through the chink,With the same droll smile and merry wink,VThe dwarf peered, saying, "What will you do""N > .; If I'll spin the straw once more for you ?"S< " Ah me, I can give not a single thing,"She cried, "except my finger-ring."He took the slender toy,And slipped it over his thumb;Then down he sat and whirled the wheel,Hum, and hum-m, and humni-m-m;v Round and round with a droning sound,Many a yellow spool he wound,Many a glistening skein he reeled;And still, like bees in a clover-field,"The wheel went hum, and hum-m and hum-m-m.Next morning the king came,Almost before sunrise,To the chamber where the maiden was,And could scarce believe his eyesTo see the straw, to the smallest shreds,Made into shining amber threads.And he cried, "When once more I have triedYour skill like this, you shall be my bride;


THE GOLD-SPINNER.For I might search through all my life Again she wept, and againNor find elsewhere so rich a wife." Did the little dwarf appear;Then he led her by the hand "What will you give this time," he asked,Through still another door, If I spin for you, my dear? "To a room filled twice as full of strawAs either had been before. Alas poor little maid alas!There stood the chair and the spinning-wheel, 2 Out of her eyes as gray as glassAnd there the can of oil and the reel Faster and faster tears did fall,And as he gently shut her in As she moaned, "I've nothing to give at all."He whispered, "Spin, li.e maiden, spin." Ah, wicked indeed he looked;But while she sighed, he smiled!"" Promise,when you are queen," he said,"To give me your first-born child!"Little she tho't what that might mean,Or if ever in truth she should be queen'Anything, so that the work was done-A Anything, so that the gold was spun IShe promised all that he chose to ask;"And blithely he began the task.r '4 Round went the wheel, and round,Whiz, and whiz-z, and whiz-z-z !' So swift that the thread at the spindleS pointFlew off with buzz and hiss.She dozed so tired her eye'ids were -To the endless whirr, and whirr, and whirr;Though not even sleep could overcomeThe wheel's revolving hum, hum, hum!When at last she woke the room was clean,Not a broken bit of straw was seen;But in huge high heaps were piled and rolledGreat spools of gold nothing but gold iIt was just at the earliest peep of dawn,And she was alone the dwarf was gone.


THE GOLD-SPINNER.Jill LH jiIt was indeed a marvellous thing q;For a miller's daughter to wed a king;But never was royal lady seenMore fair and sweet than this young queen.The spinning dwarf she quite forgotIn the ease and pleasure of her lot; IAnd not until her first-born childInto her face had looked and smiledDid she remember the promise made;Then her heart grew sick, her soul afraid.One day her chamber door "Pushed open just a chink,And she saw the well-known crooked dwarf,His wise smile and his blink.He claimed at once the promised child;"But she gave a cry so sad and wildThat even his heart was touched to hear; He vanished from her sight,And, after a little, drawing near, And she called her pages in;She sent one this way, and one that;He whispered and said: "You pledged She called her kith and kin,The baby, and I came; Bade one go here, and one go there,But if in three days you can learn Despatched them thither, everywhere -By foul or fair my name That from each quarter each might bringBy foul or fair, by wile or snare, The oddest names he could to the king.You can its syllables declare,Then is the child yours only then Next morning the dwarf appeared,And me you shall never see again " And the queen began to say," Caspar," " Balthassar," " Melchoir "-But the dwarf cried out, " Nay, nay "1 ,Shaking his little crooked frame,"That's not my name, that's not my name!"$~ IIi ~_____ ______


THE GOLD-SPINNER.The second day 'twas the same;But the third a messengerCame in from the mountains to the queen,And told this tale to her :That, riding under the forest boughs, eHe came to a tiny, curioehouse;Before it a feeble fire burned wan,And about the fire was a little man;In and out the brands among,Dancing upon one leg, he sung:" To-day I'll stew, and then 'll bake,To-morrow I shall the queen s child take;How fine that none is the secret in,That my name is Rumpelstiltskil" IThe queen was overjoyed,And when, due time next day,The dwarf returned for the final word,She made great haste to say:"Is it Conrade ? "No,"- he shook hishead."Is it Hans ? or Hal? " Still " No," lie said." Is it Rumpelstiltskin?" then she cried."A witch has told you," he replied,And shrieked and stamped his foot so hardThat the very marble floor was jarred;And his leg broke off above the knee,And he hopped off, howling terribly.He vanished then and there,And never more was seen IThis much was in his dreadful name-It saved her child to the queen.And the little lady grew to beSo very sweet, so fair to see,That none could her loveliness surpass;And her eyes they were as gray as glass !4ii


A FISH STORY./(Alas for my story,. 'Tis getting quite gory!So many swallows a summer might make. )This one came smiling,And, sweetly beguiling,Gobbled the last like a piece of hot cake;A cod followed after;"r------. 'Twould move you to laughterS IR Arthur, the sinner, To see in his turn how this hake came up,Ate twelve fish for dinner, Swallowed that cod, sir,And you may believe it's just as I say As if he were scrod, sir,For if you but knew it, And then went by in a kind of a huff!'Twas I saw him do it, Last, but not least,And just as it happened, sir, this was the way: Came this fellow, the beast -One day this tall fish Down went the hake like a small pinch of snuff !Swallowed this small fish(He had just eaten a smaller one still); -Up came this queer one ---And gobbled that 'ere one -Didn't he show the most magical skill ?Then came this otherAnd chewed up his brother, -Made but one gulp, and behold he was through!He was a gold fishOh he was a bold fish -But before he could wink he was eaten up too !Up came a flounder,He was a ten-pounder, -- -Opened his mouth, swallowed him and was gone;Before you could blink, sir,Before he could shrink, sir, _lThis fish came by and the flounder was gone! " :7 7Then Cap'en Jim caught him,And then mamma bought him," --L And then Annie cooked him, served up in a dishS I And so this small sinner--.-- Who had him for dinner -.-.---i- .. 'Twas just as I say, sir had eaten twelve fish


PUSSY CAT'S DOING.'E T WAS a good little lady fairy,' Who saddled her wee white mouse,And rode away to the village,Long miles from her snug, wee house; I | IShe tied her steed to a flower stalk airy, IAnd left him there this most careless fairy!In Fairyland no dreadful pussies But hurried away in a twinklingDo prowl, and do growl and slay- Down a dark and gloomy street,In Fairyland the mice have honor, Where daily the charm of her presenceAnd draw the queen's carriage gay ; Made the children's dreams more sweet;And the little lady ne'er thought of danger Then Pussy Cat sprang as quick as magic!Because on the fence sat a green-eyed stranger, One squeal (as I've heard the story tragic)B F And down his throat went steed and saddle,- 7 So swiftly ; and 0, dear me!S 'Stead of net gallant mouse, the lady,Discovered, where he should be,A monster with blood on his whiskers showing,And dreadful looks in his eyes so knowing IBack to Fairyland she must walk, then; And the dreadful story, spreadingIn winterno butterfly Through Elfland circles, may beIs sailing that way, nor a rose-leaf, The reason why never a fairyFor fairies to travel by; In these later years we see,She reached. there at length, but with feet aching While children in all the old, old storiesAnd her little heart with fear most breaking. Found them as plenty as morning glories !N I ELY LANOjD zOR


THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS.K NIT, knit, knit, knit! If by any chance she drops her ball,See old white-capped Pussy sit, And if one of them chases it at all,Fairly gray with worry and care, She peeps out over her glasses' rimIn her little straight-backed rocking-chair With a savage, dreadful scowl at him,Knit, knit, knit, And cries out, " Scat,Till she is tired of it! You saucy cat! "Why does she work so ? Look and see,There in the corner, children three! Or, if her long tail gets uncurledPlump and furry and full of fun, And sways but the least bit in the world,(A good-for-nothing is every one. ) And one of them makes a roguish nipAnd all those kittens At it, or plays at mouse with the tip,Must have mittens Somebody hears.A loud boxed ears!Weather is cold; and snow and sleetMake it bad for their little feet;And they dare not peep outside, because With them 'tis hurry-scurry and play,Jack Frost stands ready to pinch their paws Or sleep in a round coil half the day;S .. ...That's why she sits, While, creakety-creak, the rockers go,And knits, and knits. And the mittens grow, and grow, and grow,So shapely and fast-They are done at last!- She summons the kittens; each one standsWhile the mittens are tried on his clumsy hands;Then her glasses drop to the end of her nose,S- And her wits go wandering off in a doze,And as never before,SI Does old Puss snore


THREE LITTLE KITTENS.I:i, St-i-i-g to se -- _=-' VShe is off to that dream-land paradiseOf cats, where cupboards are full of mice ; -:iii Where white and sweet and big as the sea -tAre the saucers of warm new milk-ah me,There is no cream :!S Like that in a dream !There the ways of things are very absurd; dFor a bobolink, or a yellow bird,Comes of its own accord, and sitsOn ever) knitting-needle that knits, /And pipes and sings,As the rocker swings.--7-Suddenly there is a noise of feet--Rattle and clatter and patter and beat!Old Puss makes a flying leap from her chair,With a half-awake and startled stare, (Striving to seeWhat it nray; be.Old mother Puss is dreadfully cross,Helter-skelter the kittens appear; At the spoiled dream first, then at the loss;"Oh mother dear, we very much fear And with floods of tears down either cheekThat we have lost our mittens " they cry. Each frightened kitten tries to speak :" You have ? Then you shall have no pie "Miew, miew, miew !Lost your mittens? Miew, miew, miew i"You naughty kittens !"A smart cuff over their little brainsIs the only answer the mother deigns" Not another word from one of you i"r IIt means so without more ado,Ashamed and sl6wLOS T Away they go.+F- CENTS. .4.;


THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS.Again she settles herself and sleeps;This time she dreams that she crouchesand creeps,A great gray tiger along the grass,While herds of soft-eyed antelopes pass,, -------. ------ -When-patter, patter! Dame Puss goes out to wash her paws,"Now what's the matter ?" And to comb her whiskers with her claws,When again the troublesome three appearAgain, with a scramble, the three appear; "Oh mother dear, see here-see here! ""Oh mammy dear, see here, see here, Distressed and shyWe have found our mittens-see " they cry. They begin to cry." You have ? Then you shall have some pie !Found your mittens ?You nice, nice kittens !"She goes to the oven; there is a pie ;She sets it out on the floor close by;'Tis smoking hot, and covered with juice;And she says to them, "Eat as much as youchoose."So up to the chin,They all dclip in. I IR i I'


THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS...- _'- ;r 1z z'I. _f-I---4 (For a spoon, or k nife, or fork, or plate, " Miew, miew, miew,But ate with their fingers! ah, how soiled Miew, miew, miew! "Then all run out to the rain-water tub,Dip in their mittens, and rub, and rubTheir little knuckles are fairly bare,And wet, as if drowned, is every hair -Still, over the tub,,They rub, rub, rub!SOnce more they haste to their mother dear;-M. Oh mammy dear, see here, see here,We've washed our mittens clean " they cry."You darling kittens,To wash your mittens,"She says, and fondles them till they're dry-Purr, purr, purr,Purr-pu-r-r-p-u-r-r


THE GROUND SQUIRREL.THE GROUND SQUIRREL.BY PAUL H-. HAYNE.I. "l- Or, be sure in due time we would rue it 1B LESS us, and save us What's here?Pop!At a bound, IV.A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace,Is sitting before us, and washing his face Such a piece of perpetual motion,Full of botherWith his little fat paws overlapping; oth,Where does he hail from ? Where ? Wod And poth r,SWould make paralytic old BridgetWhy, there, A Fidget.Underground,rom a nook jt as coy, So you see (to my notion),From a nook just as cosey, BteBetter leave our downyAnd tranquil, and dozy, ttDiminutive brownyAs e'er wooed to Sybarite napping Diminutve brownyS7, Alone, near his diggings;"(But none ever caught him a-napping).S6 Ever free to pursue,Don't you see his burrow so quaint and queer ? r rRush round, and renewWha His loved vaulting"Unhalting,S.u His whirling,Gone I like the flash of a gu / And twirling,This oddest of chaps,d swirling,Mercurial, And his ways, on the wholeDisappears So unsteady !Head and ears! 'Pon my soul,Then, sly as a fox, Having gazedSwift as Jack in his box, Quite amazed,Pops up boldly again On each wonderful anticWhat does he mean by thus frisking about And summersault frantic,Now.up and now down, and now in and now out, For just a bare minute,And all done quicker than winking ? My head, it feels whizzy;What does it mean ? Why, 'tis plain fun My eyesight's lgrowndizzy;Only Fun i or, perhaps, And both legs, unstableThe pert little rascal's been drinking ? As a ghost's tipping table,There's a cider-press yonder all say on the run Seem waltzing, already!V.I'II. Capture him no we won't do it,Capture him no, we won't do it, Or, in less than no time, how we'd rue it


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BABY'S TROTTING SONG.SOME, see how the ladies ride,All so pretty, all so gay,S in their beauty, in their pride,, a Down Broadway,I Prancing horses silver shod,All so pretty, all so gay;-,- Puncely featheis bend and nod,2 Down lBroadway.Jiggety jog, jgrety-jogo er the Inountain, throug h the boo-That's the way the farmers go,Hear the news and see the show;Pumpkins round strapped on behind,Egss in baskets, too, you'll incl,Soon to change for calico fi oThat's the way the farmners go. ZSBells a-jingle, fingers tingle," ". ~ Ditto toes, likewise nose._ .The wind dcloth blow,"And all the snowS: Around doth scatter;Our teeth they chatter,But that's no matter-Jingle, jar, horse car, The song rngs clearIake a seat upon my lap, And never a mutter,SClinga on, swing on by the strap; As we fly in o eu cutter.Here a stop, and there a start-Let me off, I'll take a cart ISword and piqtols by their side,And that's the way the officers ride IBoots stretched out like a letter V, we belong to the cavalry .Over the hurdles after the hounds, tii ra-la the hunting-horn sounds-Dashaway, slashaway, reckless and fast! Crashaway, smashaway, tumbled at lastid .cc;- Ni


JOHN S. CROW.- !,That old blue coat,With a double breastAnd a brass button here and there,Was grandfather's best,KIN-FOLKS OF JOHN S. CROW. And matches the vest -The one Uncle Phil used to wear.A LL alone in the field The trousers are short;Stands John S. Crow; They belonged to BobAnd a curious sight is he, Before he had got his growth;With his head of tow, But John's no snob,And a hat pulled low And, unlike Bob,On a face that you never see. Cuts his legs to the length of his cloth.THE FAITHFUL WA'rCHMAN, JOHN. S. CROW.His clothes are ragged The boots are a mystery:And horrid and old, How and whereThe worst that ever were worn; John got such a shabby lot,They're covered with mold, Such a shocking pair,And in each fold I do declareA terrible rent is torn. Though he may know, I do not.They once were new But the hat that he wearsAnd spick and span, Is the worst of all;As nice as clothes could be; I wonder that John keeps it on.For though John hardly can It once was tall,Be called a man, But now it is small -They were made for men you see. Like a closed accordeon.


JOHN S. CROW.But a steady old chap So he has stuck to the fieldIs John S. Crow, And watched the corn,And for months has stood at his post; And been watched by the crows fromFor corn you know the hill;Takes time to grow, Till at length they're gone,And 'tis long between seed and roast. And so is the corn -They away, and it to the mill.Now the work is done,And it's time for play,For which John is glad I know;TI For though made of hay,If he could he would say," It's stupid to be a scarecrow."But though it is stupid,And though it is slow,To fill such an humble position;To be a good scarecrowIs better I knowThan to scorn a lowlycondition.GRANDFATHER.And it had to be watchedAnd guarded with careFrom the time it was put in the gound iFor over there,And everywhere,'Sad thieves were waiting around.Sad thieves in black,A cowardly set,"Who waited for John to be gone,That they might getA chance to upset':: The plans of the planter of corn.They were no kin to John,Though they bore his nameT' Arid belonged to the family Crow;He'd scorn to claim' part of the fame.hat is theirs wherever you go. NO xIN TO JOHN.


SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS.SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS.VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.QILVER Locks was a little girl,Lovely and good;She strayed out one dayAnd got lost in the wood,And was lonely and sad,Till she came where there stoodThe house which belonged to the Bears./ IShe pulled the latch string,And the door opened wide;She peeped softly.first,And at last stepped inside;So tired her little feetWere that she cried,And so hungry she, sobbed to herself.She did not knowWhether to stay or to go;But there were three chairsStanding all in a row,And there were three bowlsFull of milk white as snow,And there were three beds by the wvall.But the Father Bear's chairWas too hard to sit in it, __-- And the Mother Bear's chair- Was too hard to sit in it;But the Baby Bear's chairWas so soft in a minuteShe had broken it all into pieces.And the Father Bear's milkWas too sour to drink,And the Mother Bear's milkWas too sour to drink;But the Baby Bear's milk. Was so sweet, only think,When she tasted she drank it all up.


"SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS.And the Father Bear's bedWas as hard as a stone,J- Di And the Mother Bear's bedWas as hard as a stone;But the Baby Bear's bedWas so soft she lay down,And before she could wink was asleep.By and by came the scratchS Of old Father Bear's claw,And the fumbling knockOf old Mother Bear's paw,And the latch string flew up,And the Baby Bear saw_ hat a stranger had surely been there.Then Father Bear cried, ii"Who's been sitting in my chair? "And Mother Bear cried,"Who's been sitting in my chair?"And Baby Bear smiled,"Who's been sitting in my chair,And broken it all into pieces ?"Then Father Bear growled,"Who's been tasting of my milk ? rAnd Mother Bear growled, L-"Who's been tasting of my milk ?" 6And Baby Bear wondered,"Who's tasted of my milk,And tasting has drank it all up ?"__And Father Bear roared,"Who's been lying on my bed "And Mother Bear roared,"Who's been lying on my bed ?"And Baby Bear laughed,"Who's been lying on my bed ?. ,i 0, here she is, fast asleep !"The savage old Father Bear cried," Let us eat her iThe savage old Mother Bear cried,"Let us eat her! "But the Baby Bear said,"Nothing ever was sweeter.,--/' Let's kiss her, and send her home "


JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK.A LAZY and careless boy was Jack,-He would not work, and he would not playAnd so poor, that the jacket on his backHung in a ragged fringe alway;But 'twas shilly-shally, dilly-dally,From day to day.At last his mother was almost wild,And to get them food she knew not how;"And she told her good-for-nothing childTo drive to market the brindle cow.So he strolled along, with whistle and song,And drove the cow.A man was under the wayside trees,Who carried some beans in his hand all white.He said, " My boy, I'll give you theseFor the brindle cow." Jack said, " All right."And, without any gold for the cow he had sold,Went home at night.Bitter tears did the mother weep;Out of the window the beans were thrown,And Jack went supperless to sleepBut, when the morning sunlight shone,u High, and high, to the very sky,The beans had grown.-- They made a ladder all green and bright,They twined and crossed and twisted so;"And Jack sprang up it with all his might,And called to his mother down below:" Hitchity-hatchet, nmy little redjact,And up 1go "/High as a tree, then high as a.steeple,Then high as a kite, and high as the moon,Far out of sight of cities and people,He toiled and tugged and climbed till noon;And began to pant: " I guess I shan'tGet down very soon


JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK.At last he came to a path that ledTo a house he had never seen before;And he begged of a woman there some bread;But she heard her husband, the Giant. roar,And she gave him a shove in the old brick oven,And shut the door.And the Giant sniffed, and beat his breast, i,And grumbled low, "Fe, f, fo, fum /"His poor wife prayed he would sit and rest,-"I smell fresh meat I will have some !"He cried the louder, " Fe, f, fo, fum /I will have some."He ate as much as would feed ten men,And drank a barrel of beer to the dregs;Then he called for his little favorite hen,As under the table he stretched his legs, -And he roared " Ho ho "--like a buffalo--"Lay your gold eggs "She laid a beautiful egg of gold;And at last the Giant began to snore;Jack waited a minute, then, growing bold,He crept from the oven along the floor,And caught the hen in his arms, and thenFled through the door."But the Giant heard him leave the house,And followed him out, and bellowed " Oh-oh 1"But Jack was as nimble as a mouse,And sang as he rapidly slipped below :-" Hitcity-hatchet, my little red jacket,And down Igo/"Giant howled; and gnashed his teeth.A t down first, and, in a flash,dder from underneath; 10pt and Bean-stalk, in one dash, -ally, o dilly-dally, -'Fell with a crash.jack fame, and riches, too;, gold-egg hen would lay'.eer he told her to,One fifty times a day.i mother lived with each other ,In peace alway.


LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.A pat of butter, and cakes of cheese,SI l Were stored in the napkin, nice and neatAs she danced along beneath the trees,'As light as a shadow iere her feet;S And she hummed such tunes as the bumble-beesHum when the clover-tops are sweet.M > But an ugly wolf by chance espiedThe child, and marked her for his prize." "What are you carrying there ? " he cried;"I U .:. l "Is it some fresh-baked cakes and pies ? "And he walked along close by her side,And sniffed and rolled hi:; hungry eyes.F you listen, children, I will tellThe story of little Red Riding-hood:Such wonderful, wonderful things befelllI '/Her and her grandmother, old and good :(So old she was never very well),Who lived in a cottage in a wood.Little Red Riding-hood, every day, yWhatever the weather, shine or storm,To see her grandmother tripped away,With a scarlet hood to keep her warm,And a little mantle, soft and gay,And a basket of goodies on her arm."A basket of things for granny, it is,"She answered brightly, without fear."C" r I know her very well, sweet miss !Two roads branch towards her cottage here;You go that way, and I'll go this,See which will get there first, my dear! "


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LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.He fled to the cottage, swift and sly;Rapped softly, with a dreadful grin." Who's there ? " asked granny. " Only I "Piping his voice up high and thin." Pull the string, and the latch will fly "Old granny said; and he went in.He glared her over from foot to head;In a second more the thing was done !He gobbled her up, and merely said,"She wasn't a very tender one! "And then he jumped into the bed,And put her sack and night-cap on.Her innocent head on the pillow laid,She spied great pricked-up, hairy ears,"And a fierce great mouth, wide open spread,And green eyes, filled with wicked leersAnd all of a sudden she grew afraid;Yet she softly asked, in spite of her fears:" Oh, granny what makes your ears so big ?"" To hear you with I to hear you with "'.. Oh, granny what make your eyes so big ?" To tee you with to see you with i "; :'- " Oh, granny I what makes your teeth so big '"To eat you with to eat you with "And he sprang to swallow her up alive;" But it chanced a woodman from the wood,Hearing lier shriek, rushed, with his knife,And drenched the wolf in his own blood.S--And in that way he saved the life' Of pretty little Red Riding-hood.he heard soft footsteps presently,And then on the door a timid rap;eknew Red Riding-hood was shy,Sj he answered faintly to the tap:7 l the string and the latch will fly! "ihe did: and granny, in her night-cap,covered almost-up to her nose.h, granny dear " she cried, "are you worse ?'m all of a shiver, even to my toes !ase won't you be my little nurse,nug up'tight here under the clothes "Riding-hood answered, "Yes," of course. -j[c-


CINDERELLA.SDOOR, pretty little thing she was,;;--- The sweetest-faced of girls,, And a mass of tossing curls;But her step-mother had for herOnly blows and bitter words,While she thought her own -two ugly crows,The whitest of all birds.She was the little household drudge,"- And wore a cotton gown,While the sisters, clad in silk and satin,Flaunted through the town.When her work was done, her only placeWas the chimney-corner bench,For which one called her " Cinderella,"The other, "Cinder-wench."But years-went on, and Cinderella i 'Bloomed like a wild-wood rose,- In spite of all her kitchen-work, 'And her common, dingy clothes;While the two step-sisters, year by year,Grew scrawnier and plainer;Two peacocks, with their tails outspread,Were never any vainer.One day they got a note, a pink,. __---'._ -. Sweet-scented, crested one,Which was an invitation 'SAnd when the ball-night came at last,V She helped to paint their faces,TTo lace their satin shoes, and deckI | Them up with flowers and laces ;aThen watched their coach roll grandlyrunOut of sight; and, after that,"". iShe sat down by the chimney,S-i In the cinders, with the cat,


CINDERELLA.And sobbed as if her heart would break. A -. ^rHot tears were on her lashes, I "Her little hands got black with soot, J' " 'feet begrimed with ashes, 1 ,iiWhen right before her, on the hearth,She knew not how nor why,A little odd old woman stood,And said, " Why do you cry ?""i" It is so very lonely here,"Poor Cinderella said,. ^ ^1 And sobbed again. The little odd ", ,Ai Old woman bobbed her head,And laughed a merry kind of laugh,And whispered, " Is that all? iWouldn't my little Cinderella -Like to go to the ball? ?" Run to the garden, then, and fetchSA pumpkin, large and nice;Go to the pantry shelf, and fromThe mouse-traps get the mice;Rats you will find in the rat-trap;" t And, from the watering-pot,, Or from under the big, flat garden stone,Six lizards must be got."Nimble as crickets in the grassShe ran, till it was done,And then God-mother stretched her wandAnd touched them every one.The pumpkin changed into a coach,Which glittered as it rolled,And the mice became six horses,With harnesses of gold.One rat a herald was, to blowA trumpet in advance,And the first blast that he soundedMade the horses plunge and prance;And the lizards were made footmen,Because they were so spry;And the old rat-coachman on the boxSWore jeweled livery.And then on Cinderella's dress" |I The magic wand was laid,And straight the dingy gown becameS. A glistening gold brocade."The gems that shone upon her fingers_---- Nothing could surpass;S..And on her dainty little feet,, Were slippers made of glass.


CINDERELLA." Be sure you get back here, my dear,At twelve o'clock at night," iGodmother said, and in a twinklingShe was out of sight. i'When Cinderella reached the ball,And entered at the door, iSo beautiful a ladyNone had ever seen before.The Prince his admiration showed"In every word and glance; ,He led her out to supper,And he chose her for the danceBut she kept in mind the warningThat her Godmother had given,And left the ball, with All its charml., b iAt just half after eleven.Next night there was another ball;"She helped her sisters twainTo pinch their waists, and curl their hair,And paint their cheeks again.Then came the fairy Godmother,And, with her wand, once moreArrayed her out in greater splendorEven than before.SThe coach and six, with gay outriders,Bore her through the street,And a crowd was gathered round to look,The lady was so sweet, -K So light of heart, and face, and mien,As happy children are;And when her foot stepped down,_ / Her slipper twinkled like a star.Again the Prince chose only he.For waltz or tete-a-tete;So swift the minutes flew she did notDream it could be late,But all at once, rememberingWhat her Godmother had said,And hearing twelve begin to strikeSd Upon the clock, she fled.11 U Swift as a swallow on the wingI' She darted, but, alas!Dropped from one flying foot the tinySlipper made of glass;But she got away, and well it wasS".( i She did, for in a trice"" r coach changed to a pumpkin,"And her horses became mice;


CINDERELLA.And back into the cinder dress"Was changed the gold brocade !>' J The prince secured the slipper,, And this proclamation made:Ik. y That the country should be searched," And any lady, far or wide,-- --Who could get the slipper on her foot, (N-n Should straightway be his bride.-ll I I So every lady tried it,With her " Mys! " and "Ahs !" and "Ohs!"And Cinderella's sisters paredI 11 Their heels, and pared their toes,-' But all in vain Nobody's foot- i Was small enough for it,- 'Fill Cinderella tried it,And it was a perfect fit. 'IThen the royal heralds hardlyKnew what it was best to do,SWhen from out her tattered pocketForth she drew the other shoe,ld Isld1el a While the eyelids on the larkspur eyes, 1Dropped down a snowy vail,And the sisters turned from pale to red,And then from red to pale,And a courtier, without thinking,Tittered out behind his hat.For here was all the evidenceThe Prince had asked, complete,Two little slippers made of glass,Fitting two little feet.So the Prince, with all his retinue,Came there to claim his wife;And he promised he would love herWith devotion all his life.At the marriage there was splendidMusic, dancing, wedding cake;And he kept the slipper as a treasure IEver, for her sake.I I NJ I I<'* Nt


DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.Yes -ran away to London city!Poor little lad! he needs your pity;11 th- For there, instead of a golden street,e ne, in aThe hot, sharp stones abused his feet.So tired he was he was fit to fall, -Yet nobody cared for him at all;S He wandered here, and he wandered there,With a heavy heart, for many a square.And at last, when he could walk no more,He sank down faint at a merchant's door.. And the cook -for once compassionate -Took him in at the area-gate.D ICK, as a little lad, was toldThat the London streets were paved with gold.He never, in all his life, had seenA place more grand than the village green;So 'his thoughts by day, and his dreams by night,Pictured this city of delight,Till, whatever he did, wherever he went,Hisi mind was filled with discontent."And she gave him bits of broken meat,And scattered crusts, and crumbs, to eat;And kept him there for her commandsTo pare potatoes, and scour pans,i To wash the kettles and sweep the room;And she beat him dreadfully with the broomAnd he staid as long as he could stay,And agai in despair, he ran away.There was bitter taste to the peasant bread, Out towards the famous Highgate HillAnd a restless hardness to his bed; He fled, in the morning gray and chill;So, after a while, one summer day, And there he sat on a wayside stone,Little Dick Whittington ran away. And the bells ot Bow, with merry tone.


DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.Jangled a musical chime together,Over the miles of blooming heather :"Turn, turn, turn again, Whittington,Thri.c Lord Mayor of London town! "And he turned so cfeered. he was at that -And, meeting a boy who carried a catHe bought the cat with his only penny,- iFor where he had slept the mice were many. 'Back to the merchant's his way he took,To the pans and potatoes and cruel cook,And he found Miss Puss a fine device, Then the Moorish king spoke up so bold:For she kept his garret clear of mice. " I will give you eighteen bags of gold,If you will sell me the little thing.""I will and the cat belonged to the-king.SWhen the good ship's homeward voyage was done,The money was paid to Dick Whittington;At his master's wish 'twas put in trade;Each dollar another dollar made.Richer he grew each month and year,"Honored by all both far and near;-_ With his master's daughter for a wife,He lived a prosperous, noble life.And the tune the Bow-bells sang that day,The merchant was sending his ship abroad, When to Highgate Hill he ran away, -Ahd-he let each servant share her load; "Turn, turn, turn again, Whittington,One gent this thing, and one sent that, Thrice Lord Mayor of London town,"-Amd little Dick Whittington sent his cat.The ship sailed out and over the sea,Till she touched at last at a far country;And while she waited to sell her store,The captain and officers went ashore.They dined with the king; the tables fineGroaned with the meat and fruit and wine;But, as soon as the guests were ranged about,Millions of rats and mice came out.They swarmed on the table, and on the floor,Vp.froni the crevices, in at the door,They swept the food away in a breath,nd the guests were frightened almost to death!To lose their dinners they thought a shame. In the course of time came true and right,The captain sent for the cat. She came He was Mayor of London, and Sir Knight;And right and left, in a wonderful way, And in English history he is known,,She threw, and slew, and spread dismay. By the name of Sir Richard Whittington


PUSS IN BOOTS.PUSS IN BOOTS.VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.The youth sighed heavy sighs,And laughed a scornful laugh:i " Of all the silly things I know,You're the silliest, by half "S-Still, after a space of doubt and thought,The pair of boots and the bag were bought.And Puss, at the peep of dawn,Was out upon the street,With shreds of parsley in her bag,And the boots upon her feet.- She was on her way to the woods, for game,S And soon to the rabbit-warren came.MILLER had three sons,And, on his dying day,He willed that all he owned should beShared by them in this way:The mill to this, and the donkey to that,And to the youngest only the cat.This last, poor fellow, of courseThought it a bitter fate;With a cat to feed, he should die, indeed,Of hunger, sooner or late.And he stormed, with many a bitter word,Which Puss, who lay in the cupboard, I-eard.And the simple rabbits cried,"The parsley smells like spring "And into the bag their noses slipped,And Pussy pulled the string.Only a kick, and a gasp for breath,And, one by one, they were choked to death.So Sly Boots bagged her game,And gave it an easy swingOver her shoulder; and, starting offFor the palace of the king,She found him upon his throne, in state,While near him his lovely daughter sate.She stretched, and began to purr, Puss made a graceful bowThen came to her master's knee, No courtier could surpass,And, looking slyly up, began: And said, "I come to your Highness from"Pray be content with me The Marquis of Carabas.Get me a pair of boots ere night, His loyal love he'sends to you,And a bag, and it will be all right !" With a tender rabbit for a stew."


PUSS IN BOOTS.And the pretty princess smiled,And the king said, " Many thanks."And Puss strode off to her master's home,Purring, and full of pranks.And cried, " I've a splendid plan for you!Say nothing, but do as I tell you to!"To-morrow, at noon, the kingAnd his beautiful daughter ride;And you must go, as they draw near,And bathe at the river side."The youth said " Pooh i " but still, next day,Bathed, when the king went by that way."I lhaVe heard it said," she purred,"That, with the greatest ease,You change, in the twinkling of an eye,Into any shape you please ""Of course I can !" the Ogre cried,And a roaring lion stood at her side.Puss shook like a leaf, in her boots,-_-- But said, "It is very droll !Now, please, if you can, change into a mouse!"He did. And she swallowed him whole !Then, as the king and his suite appeared,She stood on the palace porch and cheered.'Twas a grand old palace indeed,Builded of stone and brass.S"Welcome, most noble ladies and lords,To the Castle of Carabas !"Puss said, with a sweeping courtesy;And they entered, and feasted royally.Puss hid his dingy clothesIn the marshy river-grass. A,And screamed, when the king came into sight,"The Marquis of Carabas -My master is drowning close by!Help! help good king, or he will die !"Then servants galloped fast,And dragged him from the water." 'Tis the knight who sent the rabbit stew,"The king said, to his daughter.And a suit of clothes was brought with speed,And he rode in their midst, on a royal steed.Meanwhile Puss, in advance, And the Marquis lost his heartTo the Ogre's palace fled, At the beautiful princess' smile;Where he sat, with a great club in his hand, And the very next day the two were wed,And a monstrous ugly head. In wonderful state and style.She mewed politely as she went in, And Puss in Boots was their favorite page,But he only grinned, with a dreadful grin. And lived with them to a good old age.


GOLD-LOCKS' DREAM OF PUSSIE-WILLOW.~g1,Ls5 / BY CLARA DOTY BATES.ONE sunny day, ir the early spring,"Before a bluebird dared to sing,Cloaked and furred as in winter weather,Seal-brown hat and cardinal feather, -Forth with a piping song,Went Gold-Locks "after flowers.""Tired of waiting so long,"Said this little girl of ours.She searched the bare brown meadow over,And found not even a leaf of clover;Nor where the sod was chill and wetCould she spy one tint of violet;But where the brooklet ranA noisy swollen billow,She picked in her little handA branch of pussie-willow.She shouted out, in a happy way,At the catkins' fur, so soft and gray;She smoothed them down with loving pats,And called them her little pussie-cats.She played at scratch and bite;She played at feeding cream;And when she went to bed that night,Gold-Locks dreamed a dream.Curled in a little cosy heap,Under the bed-clothes, fast asleep,She heard, although she scarce knew how,A score of voices " M-e-o-w m-e-o-w "And right before her bed,Upon a branching tree,Were kittens, and kittens, and kittens,As thick as they could be.Maltese, yellow, and black as ink;"White, with both ears lined with pink;Striped, like a royal tiger's skin;Yet all were hollow-eyed, and thin;And each one wailed aloud.Once, and twice, and thrice:"We are the willow-pussies;O, where are the willow-mice !"Meanwhile, outside, through branch and bough,The March wind wailed, "M-e-o-w m-e-o-w I'Twas dark, and yt Gold-Locks awoke,And softly to hewnother spoke:" If they were fed, mamma,It would be very nice;But I hope the willow-pussiesWon't find the willow-mice !"


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TONY.TONY.BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES."W HISK- away in the sunHis little flying feetScamper as softly fleetAs ever the rabbits run.SH..e is gone like a flash, and then"In a breath is back again.The silky flosses shineDown to his very toes:Tipped with white is his nose:And his ears are fleeces fine,Blowing a shadow-graceBreeze-like about his face.SQuick to a whistled callHearkens his ready ear,Scarcely waiting to hear;Silk locks, white feet, allRush, like a furry elfTumbling over himself.How does he sleep ? He winksTwice with his mischief eyes;SDozes a bit; then liesDown with a sigh; then thinksOver some roguish play,And is up and away!F- ___---


CAMPING OUT.CAMPING OUT.BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.Io So they all decided that they must seek' Their health in the country for a week.And they made a mixed-but a merry throng,For those who had children took them along.SThey pitched their tent and made their camp,Shelter from possible cold and damp.D AME SPIDER had spun herself lank and thinWith trying to take her neighbors in; :2-,Grasshopper had traveled so far and so fastThat he found he must give up at last;And the maiden Ant had bustled aboutThe village till she was all worn out. .- .'Twas novel, and each in his own waySought to make happy the holiday.Grasshopper took his youngest daughterOut for a stroll along the water;She shrieked with joy, "0, see the cherries!"""When they found some low-bush huckleberries.Old Bumble Bee had lived on sweetTill he couldn't help but overeat; .Miss Worm had measured her puny lengthTill she had no longer any strength;And Mr. Beetle was shocked to findHis eyes were failing and almost blind.


CAMPING OUT.A leaf on the water lay afloat,Which the blundering Beetle thought a boat."Far down in his heart his dearest wishWas to find some hitherto unfound fish.He never came back from that fatal swim,So 'twas always thought that a fish found him.Dame Spider, with mischief in her eye, -Thought she would angle for a fly;So, spinning a silk thread, long and fine,With wicked skill she cast the line ;While Bumble Bee, in his gold-laced clothes,In the shade of a clover leaf lay for a doze.At night when the cheery fire was litThey heaped dry branches over it,And in the light of the crackling blazeTold funny stories of other days,And smoked, till the Ant yawned wide and said:" 'Tis time we folks were all abed! "Miss Worm, who was full of sentiment,With the maiden Ant for a ramble went;Here was a flower, and there a flower -But suddenly rose a thunder shower.They screamed; but they got on very well,For they found what the Ant called an "uinberell."~ --_ -But scarce was each to his slumber laid,= When the country folks came to serenade;"1U V t With twang of fiddle, and toot of horn,And shriek of fife, they stayed till morn!S- Poor Campers never a wink got they !'_-- So they started for home at break of day.


DAME SPIDER.DAME SPIDER.BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES."O, no," he cried. "I am off to discoverWhat I can find fresh in the way of white clover;But since your window is cosy and shady,I will sit down half a minute, dear Lady."Little Dame Spider arose with a rustle,Welcomed him with ceremonious bustle;Quick as a flash threw her long arms around him,Heeded no buzzing, but held him and bound him;LITTLE Dame Spider had finished her spinning,Just as the warm summer day was beginning,And the white threads of her beautiful curtainTied she and glued she to make them more certain.Dressed in her old-fashioned feathers and fringes,Then she sat down to wait; on silken hingesSwung the light fleece with a moonshiny glisten;Nothing for her but to watch and to listen.Tied knots so tight that he could not undo them;Wove snares so strong that he could not breakthrough them;SThen, with are lish, stood chuckling and grinning,"This is to pay me for my early spinning!"i At the home-hive the bees going and comingKept up all day their industrious humming,SNor did it one of their busy heads bother"That Madame Spider had dined off their brother.Presently, going off early to labor, -Bowing politely, as neighbor to neighbor,When he caught sight of this little old woman, 'Sailed by a honey-bee, serge-clad and common."Are you so scornful because I am humble ?-Many a time your rich relatives, Bumble, -Pause in their flying to chat for an hour!" "She called out after him, half gay, half sour.


HICKORY DICKORY DOCK.Ha i i h i!WTICK-TACK tick-tack!This way, that way, forward; back,Swings the pendulum to and fro,Always regular, always slow.Grave and solemn on the wall, -Hear it whisper hear it call!"Little Ginx knows naught of Time,IBut has heard the mystic rhyme,"Hickory, dickory, dock IThe mouse ran up the clock !"Tick-tack tick-tack !White old face with figures black!So when dismal, stormy daysKeep him from his out-door plays,Most that he cares for is to sitWatching, always watching it.And when the hour strikes he thinks, -(A dear, wise head has the'little Ginx!)-- " The clock strikes one,The mice run down "Tick-tack tick-tack !This way, that way, forward, back!Though so measured and precise,Ginx believes it full of mice."pA mouse runs up at every tick,0 R But when the stroke comes, scampering quick," Mice run down again; so they go,S Up and down, and to and fro !![ Hickory, dickory, dock,Full of mice is the clock!


LAME FIDGET AND HER SILVER PENNY.IAMI I ET^DnER-OlLV RFENN^.1 -.sw rz P?/',MRa. rtARA 7or -r ATEs.A WEE, wee woman To sweep for the cinders,Was little old Dame Fidget, r Though never were there any,And she lived by herself She whisked about, and brushed about,In a wee, wee room, ^ Humming like a bee;And early every morning, When, odd enough, one daySo tidy was her habit, She found a silver penny,She began to sweep it out Shining in a corner,With a wee, wee broom. As bright as bright could be.She eyed it, she took ita Between her thumb and finger;She put it in the sugar bowl"And quickly shut the lid; "7"- / And after planning over carefully ,The way to spend it,She resolved to go to market " .And to buy herself a kid. And that she did next day; but, ah,- The kid proved very lazy !.. And it moved toward home so slowlyShe could scarcely see it crawl;At first she coaxed and petted it,f- And then she stormed and scolded,Just then Dame Fidget saw a dog run by, i Till at last when they had reached the bridge,And whistled to him, It would not go at all.And cried:-"Pray dog bite kid,Kid won't go i .I see by the moonlight.'Tis almost midnight,And time kid and I were home AHalf an hour ago !".... But no, he said he wouldn't;"So to the stick she pleaded:-"Pray stick beat dog, dog won't bite kid,0 ,Kid won't go! -I see by the moonlight'Tis almost midnight,And time kid and I were home"Half an hour ago! "


DAME FIDGET AND HER SILVER PENNY.But the stick didn't stir,S o-'- s, t. 7 So she called upon the fire:-N / " Pray fire burn stick, stick won't beat dog,Dog won't bite kid,Kid won't go !And I see by the moonlight 'V'Tis almost midnight,And time kid and I were homeSHalf an hour ago!" 'But the fire only smoked, ..4 A'' 'So she turned and begged the water: --:"Pray water quench fire, fire won't burn stick,Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid, rKid won't go II see by the moonlightAnd time kid and I were home ."v.,An hour and a half ago" !"- "Ha, ha! " the water gurgled,So to the ox appealing:-S.. "Pray ox drink water, water won't quench fire,id Fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog,7 ; Dog won't bite kid,Kid won't go!i And I see by the moonlight-. 'Tis already midnight,And time kid and I were homeBut the ox bellowed " no !" An hour and a half ago !So she shouted to the butcher:-S"Pray butcher kill ox, ox won't drink water,Water.won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,Stick won't beat dog, dog-won't bite kid,Kid won't go !I see by the moonlight I'Tis getting past midnight,And time kid and I were homeAn hour and a half ago i "But the butcher only laughed at her,, And to the rope she hurried:-_ " Pray rope htng butcher, butcher won't kill ox,"Ox won't drink, water, water won't quench fire,Fire won't burn stick, stick wof't beat dog.N Dog won't bite kid,Kid won't go!And I see by the moonlight'Tis getting past midnight,And time kid and I were homeAn hour and a half ago."1


DAME FIDGET ANIT HER' SEkER PENNY.The rope swayed round for "nay!"So to the rat she beckoned:- ."Pray rat gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher,Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick,Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid, IKid won't go !And I see by the moonlight __'Tis long past midnight,And time kid and I were home A scornful squeak was all he deigned,A couple of hours ago !" And so she called the kitten:-" " Pray cat eat rat, rat won't gnaw rope, '"'"Rope won't hang butcher, butcher won't kill ox,. Ox won't drink water, water won't quench fire,Fire wvn't burn stick, stick won't beat dog,Dog won't bite kid,Kid won't go!".-; And I see by the moonlight'Tis long past midnight,And time kid and I were homeHours and hours ago!"Now pussy loved a rat,So she seized him in a minute:/ And the cat began to eat the rat,"The rat began to gnaw the rope,/, The rope began to hang the butcher,The butcher began to kill the ox,The ox began to drink the water,The water began to quench the fire,The fire began to burn the stick,., ...The stick began to beat the dog,The dog began tobite the kid, .And the kid. egan to go it 2 And home through the moonlight,"Long after midnight,"The little dame and little kidWent trudging-oh, so slow!


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FOOLISH BOBOLINK.FOOLISH BOBOLINK.BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.And Teddy would like to creepTip-toe across the meadow,And for just one minute stoop and peepUnder the clover shadow.B1 HAT a silly bobo- He would do no harm not he iS link, But would only see, see, see!Down in the meadowgrasses!What can the noisy fellow"think,"When, to everyone whopasses,He calls out cheeriy," Here, here is my nest i See see "He could hide the summer throughIn the thick, sweet-smelling clover,Nor could anyone from dawn to dew,H:s little house discover,Did he not make so freeWith the secret-" Here see! see!"Little Ted has ears and eyes,And how can he keep from knowingJust where the cosy treasure lies,When bobolink, coming, going,,Shouts, plain as plain And what would he find belowcan be, The sheltering grass, you wonder ?" Here, here is a Why, a nest, of course, and an egg oi ;s,nest! See! A mother's dark wings under.see " But bobolink he woilld fleeIn a fright-" A boy! see! see i "So Teddy, whose heart is kind,Though he'longs to venture near him,Sighs to himself, "Ah, never mind i"And listens, glad to hear himI, " Shouting, in tireless glee,"Here, here is my nest See! see


ALADDIN.I SEE a little group about my chair, Then, close at hand, on lowly haunches set,Lovers of stories all With pricked-up, tasseled ear,First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk hair, Is Tony, little clear-eyed spaniel pet,Growing so strong and tall ; Waiting, like them, to hear.Then little brother, on whose sturdy face I say I have no story all are told !Soft baby dimples fly, Not to be daunted thus,As fear or pleasure give each other place They only crowd more confident and bold,When wonders multiply; And laugh, incredulous.Then Gold-locks -su:nmers nine their goldenest And so, remembering how, once on a time,Have showered on her head, I, too, loved such delights,And tinted it, of all the colors best, I choose this one, and put it into rhyme,Warm robin-red breist red ; From the " Arabian Nights.""A po)r little lad was Aladdin But however he looked, or howeverHis mother was wretchedly poor ; He fared, a strange fortune was his."A widow, who scarce ever had in None of you, dears, though fair-faced and clever,Her cupboard enough of a store Can have anything like to this,To frighten the wolf from the door. So grand and so marvellous it is !No doubt he was quite a fine fellow Well, one day for so runs the tradition -For the country he lived in but, ah While idling and lingering aboutHis skin was a dull, dusky yellow, The low city streets, a MagicianAnd his hair was as long as 'twould grow. From Africa, swarthy and stout,('Tis the fashion in China, you know. ) With his wise, prying eyes spied him out,


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ALADDIN."And went up to him very politely,S--. And asked what his name was and cried:" My lad, if I judge of you rightly, -You're the son of my brother who died -My poor Mustafa !" and he sighed."Ah, yes, Mustafa was my father,"""" Aladdin cried back, " and he's dead!"" "Well, then, both yourself and your motherI will care for forever," he said,"And you never shall lack wine nor bread."And thus did the wily old wizard- Deceive with his kindness the twoFor a deed of dark peril and hazardHe had for Aladdin to do,At the risk of his life, too, he knew.Far down in the earth's very centre Down, down, through the darkness so chilly !There burned a strange lamp at a shrine; On, on, through the long galleries iGreat stones marked the one place to enter; Coming now upon gardens of lilies,Down under t'was dark as a mine; And now upon fruit-burdened trees,What further no one could divine Filled full of the humming of bees.And that was the treasure Aladdin But, ah, should one tip of his fingerWas sent to secure. First he tore Touch aught as he passed, it was death IThe huge stones away, for he had in Not a fruit on the boughs made him linger,An instant the strength of a score; Nor the great heaps of gold underneath.Then he stepped through the cavern-like door. But on he fled, holding his breath,Until he espied, brightly burning,- The mystical lamp in its place IHe plucked the hot wick out, and, turning,With triumph and joy in his face,Set out his long way to retrace.At last he saw where daylignt shed aSoft ray through a chink overhead,Where the crafty Magician was readyTo catch the first sound of his tread." Reach the lamp up to me, first! 'he said.Aladdin with luck had grown bolder,Te And he cried, "Wait a bit, and we'll see! "Then with huge, ugly push of his shoulder,And with strong, heavy thrust of his knee,The wizard so angry was he-


ALADDIN.Pried up the great rock, rolled it overThe door with an oath and a stamp ;" Stay there under that little cover,And die of the mildew and damp,"He shouted, " or give me the lamp "Aladdin saw darkness fall o'er him;He clutched at the lamp in his hand,And, happening to rub it, before himA Genius stood, stately and grand.Whence he came he could not understand." I obey you," it said, " and whateverYou ask for, or wish, you shall have!Rub the lamp but the least bit soever,It calls me, for I am its slave i "Aladdin said, "Open this cave !"He was freed from the place in a minute ;And he rubbed once again:" Take me home l"ill Home he was. And as blithe as a linnetRubbed again for the Genius with: " Come,I am dying for food; get me some "Thus at first he but valued his treasureBecause simple wants it supplied.Grown older it furnished him pleasure;And then it brought riches beside;And, at last, it secured him his bride.SNow the Princess most lovely of anyWas Badroulboudour, (what a name !)Who, though sought for and sued for by many,No matter how grandly they came,Yet merrily laughed them to shame,Until with his riches and splendor,Aladdin as lover enrolled!For the first thing he did was to send herSome forty great baskets of gold,And all the fine gems they would hold.Then he built her a palace, set thicklyWith jewels at window and door;And all was completed so quicklyShe saw bannered battlements soar"Q= Where was nothing an hour before.


ALADDIN.Him she wedded. They lived without trouble With a shrewdness which would have done creditAs long as the lamp was their own; To even a Yankee boy, heBut one day, like the burst of a bubble, Sought the lamp where the wizard had hid it,The palace and Princess were gone ; And, turning a mystical keyWithout wings to fly they had flown Brought it forth, and then, rubbin with glee,And Aladdin, dismayed to discover "Back to China !" he cried. In a minuteThat the lamp had been stolen away, The marvellous palace uprose,Bent all of his strength to recover With the Princess Badroulboudour in itThe treasure, and day after day, Unruffled in royal repose,He journeyed this way and that way; With her jewels and cloth-of-gold clothes;And at last, after terrible hazard, And with gay clouds of banners and towers,After many a peril and strife, With its millions of slaves, white and black,He found that the vengeful old wizard, It was borne by obedient Powers,Who had made the attempt on his life, As swift as the wind on its track,Had stolen lamp, princess and wife. And ere one could count ten it was back !And ever thereafter, AladdinClung close to the lamp of his fate,Whatever the robe he was clad in,Or whether he fasted or ate;And at all hours, early and late!Right lucky was Lord Aladdin!


BLUE-BEARD.!1"--NCE on a time there was a man so hideous and uglyThat little children shrank and tried to hide when he appeared;His eyes were fierce and prominent, his long hair stiff like bristles,His stature was enormous, and he wore a long blue beard -He took his name from that through all the country round about him, -And whispered tales of dreadful deeds but helped to make him feared.Yet he was rich, 0! very rich; his home was in a castle,Bit r Whose turrets darkened on the sky, so grand and black and boldSThat like a thunder-cloud it looked upon the blue horizon.He had fertile lands and parks and towns and hunting-grounds and gold,And tapestries a queen might covet, statues, pictures, jewels,While his servants numbered hundreds, and his wines were rare and old. jiNow near to this old Blue-beard's castle lived a lady neighbor,Who had two daughters, beautiful as lilies on a stem;And he asked that one of them be given him in marriage-He did not care which one it was, but left the choice to them.But, oh, the terror that they felt, their efforts to evade him,With careless art, with coquetry, with wile and stratagem IHe saw their high young spirits scorned him, yet he meant to conquer.He planned a visit for them, or, 'twas rather one longfite;And to charming guests and lovely feasts, to music and to dancing,. Swung wide upon its hinges grim the gloomy castle gate.And, sure enough, before a week was ended, blinded, dazzled,The youngest maiden whispered "yes," and yielded to her fate.A' ,~F~Noii ,"1ILI


BLUE-BEARD.And so she wedded Blue-beard --like a wise and wily spiderHe had lured into his web the wished-for, silly little fly!And, before the honeymoon was gone, one day he stood beside her, IAnd with oily words of sorrow, but with evil in his eye,Said his business for a month or more would call him to a distance, il .'IAnd he must leave her sorry to -but then, she must not cry ISP He bade her have her friends, as many as she liked, about her,= 'And handed her a jingling bunch of something, saying, " TheseSWill open vaults and cellars and the heavy iron boxesWhere all my gold and jewels are, or any door you please.Go where you like, do what you will, one single thing excepted "And here he took a little key from out the bunch of keys." This will unlock the closet at the end of the long passage,But that you must not enter! I forbid it! "- and he frowned.So she promised that she would not, and he went upon his journey.And no sooner was he gone than all her merry friends aroundCame to visit her, and made the dim old corridors and chambersWith their silken dresses whisper, with laugh and song resound.-p and down the oaken stairways flitted dainty-footed ladies,Lighting up the shadowy twilight with the lustre of their bloom;,ike the varied sunlight streaming through an old cathedral windowWent their brightness glancing through the unaccustomed gloom,SBut Blue-beard's wife was restless, and a strong desire possessed herThrough it all to get a single peep at that forbidden room.. And so one day she slipped away from all her guests, unnoted,Down through the lower passage, till she reached the fatal door,Put in the key and turned the lock, and gently pushed it open -But, oh the horrid .sight that met her eyes Upon the floorThere were blood-stains dark and dreadful, and like dresses in a wardrobeS- There were women hung up by their hair, and dripping in their gore 1t-.- -- - - -


BLUE-BEARD.Then, at once, upon her mind the unknown fate that had befallenThe other wives of Blue-beard flashed 'twas now no mystery IShe started back as cold as icicles, as white as ashes,l And upon the clammy floor her trembling fingers dropped the key.She caught it up, she whirled the bolt to, shut the sight behind her,And like a startled deer at sound of hunter's gun, fled she IShe reached her room with gasping breath,-behold, another terror V "Upon the key within her hani she saw a ghastly stain;She rubbed it with her handkerchief, she washed in soap and water, 'She scoured it with sand and stone, but all was done in vain !For when one side, by dint of work, grew bright, upon the other(It was bewitched, you know, ) came out that ugly spot again !SAnd then, unlooked-for, who should come next morning, bright and early,But old Blue-beard himself who hadn't been away a week !He kissed his wife, and, after a brief pause, said, smiling blandly:"I'd like my keys, my dear." He saw a tear upon her cheek,And guessed the truth. She gave him all but one. He scowled and grumbled:" I want the key to the small room " Poor thing, she could not speak !He saw at once the stain it bore while she turned pale and paler,"You've been where I forbade you Now you shall go there to stay !Prepare yourself to die at once " he cried. The frightened lady liCould only fall before him pleading : " Give me time to pray "Just fifteen minutes by the clock he granted. To her chamberShe fled, but stopped to call her sister Anne by the way." " 0, sister Anne, go to the tower and watch! " she cried, "Our brothersWere coming here to-day, and I have got to die !Oh, fly, and if you see them, wave a signal! Hasten hasten "And Anne went flying like a bird up to the tower high.." Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ?"Called the praying lady up the tower-stairs with piteous cry., IA,


BLUE-BEARD.j " Oh Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ?""I see the burning sun," she answered, " and the waving grass "S...... M eanwhile old Blue-beard down below was whetting up his cutlass,l And shouting : " Come down quick, or I'll come after you, my lass ""One little minute more to pray, one minute more 1 " she pleaded -To hope how slow the minutes are, to dread how swift they pass!" "Oh, just one little minute more, one minute more to pray "( "Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ? ""SI aI see two horsemen riding, but they yet are very far"She waved them with her handkerchief ; it bade them, " hasten, hastenThen Blue-beard stamped his foot so hard it made the whole huuse jar;SAnd, rushing up to where his wife knelt, swung his glittering culass,As Indians do a tomahawk, and shrieked: " How slow.you are !""Just then, withou, was heard the beat of hoofs upon the pavement,The doors flew back, the marble floors rang to a hurried tread.Two horsemen, with their swords in hand, came storming up the stairway,And with one swoop of their good swords they cut off Blue-beard's head !"Down fell his cruel arm, the heavy cutlass falling with it,S And, instead of its old, ugly blue, his beard was bloody red !.O *:: *Of course, the tyrant dead, his wife had all his vast possessions;She gave her sister Anne a dower to marry where she wouldThe brothers were rewarded with commissions in the army ;And as for Blue-beard's wife, she did exactly as she should, -She wore no weeds, she shed no tears ; but very shortly afterSMarried a man as fair to look at as his heart was good.Al" &L.""


THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.HE ringing bells and the booming cannonProclaimed on a summer morn" That in the good king's royal palaceA Princess had been born.- The towers flung out their brightest banners,The ships their streamers gay,And every one, from lord to peasant,Made joyful holiday.Great plans for feasting and merry-makingWere made by the happy king;And, to bring good fortune, seven fairiesWere bid to the christening.And for them the king had seven dishes -Made out of the best red gold,Set thickly round on the sides and coversWith jewels of price untold.When the day of the christening came, the buglesBlew forth their shrillest notes;Drums throbbed, and endless lines of soldiersFiled past in scarlet coats. And the fairies were there the king had bidden,Bearing their gifts of good -But right in the midst a strange old womanSurly and scowling stood.They knew her to be the old, old fairy,All nose and eyes and ears,Who had not peeped, till now, from her dungeonFor more than fifty years.Angry she was to have been forgottenWhere others were guests, and to findThat neither a seat nor a dish at the banquetTo her had been assigned.


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THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.Now came the hour for the gift-bestowing;And the fairy first in placeTouched with her wand the child and gave her"Beauty of form and face "Fairy the second bade, "Be witty! _The third said, " Never fail !"The fourth, "Dance well! " and the fifth, " O Princess;Sing like the nightingale !"The sixth gave, " Joy in the heart forever.! "But before the seventh Gould speak,The crooked, black old Dame came forward,And, tapping the baby's cheek," You shall prick your finger upon a spindle,And die of it!" she cried. ,All trembling were the lords and ladies,And the king and queen beside.But the seventh fairy interrupted," Do not tremble nor weep!That cruel curse I can change and soften,And instead of death give sleep!" But the sleep, though I do my best and kindest,Must last for an hundred years !"On the king's stern face was a dreadful pallor,In the eyes of the queen were tears." Yet after the hundred years are vanished,"-The fairy added beside, -" A Prince of a noble line shall find her,-And take her for his bride."SBut the king, with a hope to change the future,Proclaimed this law to be:M, That, if in all the land there was kept one spindle,Sure death was the penalty..- -- _"'.


THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.The Princess grew, from her very cradleLovely and witty and good;And at last, in the course of years, had blossomedInto full sweet maidenhood.And one day, in her father's summer palace,As blithe as the very air,She climbed to the top of the highest turret,Over an old worn stairAnd there in the dusky cobwebbed garret,Where dimly the daylight shone,A little, doleful, hunch-backed womanSat spinning all alone." 0 Goody," she cried," what are you doing?" K" Why, spinning, you little dunce !"The Princess laughed: "'Tis so very funny,Pray let me try it once "With a careless touch, from the hand of GoodyShe caught the half-spun thread,And the fatal spindle pricked her finger iDown fell she as if dead !And Goody shrieking, the frightened courtiersClimbed up the old worn stairOnfy to find, in heavy slumber,The Princess lying there.They bore her down to a lofty chamber,They robed her in her best,I And on a couch of gold and purple.. .They laid her for her rest,- The roses upon her cheek still blooming,___- And the red still on her lips,While the lids of her eyes, like night-shut lilies,Were closed in white eclipse.SThen the fairy who strove her fate to alter_ _From the dismal doom of death,____ :__ -Now that the vital hour impended,Came hurrying in a breath.And then about the shimbering palaceThe fairy made up-springA wood so heavy and dense that neverCould enter a living thing.


THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.And there for a century the PrincessLay in a trance so deepThat neither the roar of winds nor thunderCould rouse her from her sleep.Then at last one day, past the long-enchantedOld wood, rode a new king's son,Who, catching a glimpse of a royal turretAbove the forest dunFelt in his heart a strange wi.,! ior exploring /The thorny and briery place,And, lo, a path through the deepest thicketOpened before his face .On, on he went, till he spied a terrace,And further a sleeping guard,And rows of soldiers upon their carbinesLeaning, and snoring hard.Up the broad steps The doors swung backwardThe wide halls heard no tread!N a lofty chamber, opening, showed him"A gold and purple bed.Ice spoke the word, and the spell was scattered,The enchantment broken through!And there in her beauty, warm and glowing, The lady woke. "Dear Prince," she murmured,The enchanted Princess lay! "How long I have waited for you!"While only a word from his lips was neededTo drive her sleep away. Thenat oncethe whole great slumbering palaceWas wakened and all astir;Yet the Prince, in joy at the Sleeping Beauty,Could only look at her.She was the bride who for years an hundredHad waited for him to come,And now that the hour was here to claim her,Should eyes or tongue be dumb ?'The Princess blushed at his royal wooing,Bowed "ves" with her lovely head,And the chaplain, yawning, but very lively,I eCame in and they were wed!But about the dress of the happy Princess,___I have my woman's fears-___--_ It must have grown somewhat old-fashioned_ -In the course of so many years i-A


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LITTLE BO-BEEP.SHAT was Bo-Peep? Can anyone guess?... V Why, little Bo-Peep was a shepherdess !And she dressed in a short white petticoat,And a kirtle of blue, with a looped-up loolk,And a snowy kerchief about her throat, 'And held in her hand a crook.What eyes she had, the little Bo-Peep!They had tears to laugh with, and tears to weep.So fringy, and shy, and blue, and sweet, 'That even the summer skies in color,Or the autumn gentians under her feet,Less tender were and duller.Now, a shepherdess ought to watch her sheep;But the careless little girl, Bo-Peep,Was hunting for late wild strawberries,The sweetest her tongue had ever tasted;They were few in number, and small in size, ,Too good, though, to be wasted. ,.And in that way the little Bo-Peep, V-The first she knew, had lost her sheep!To the top of the nearest knoll she ran, About and about went little o-PeepAbout and about went little Bo-Peep;The better to look the pasture over r'The better to look the pasture over; Her feet grew tired, the hills were steep;She shaded her face, and called, "Nan! NanS e f t c And in trying her fears to overcomeBut none of them could discover .But none of them could diShe sighed, "I don't know where to find 'em.But let 'em alone, and they'll come home,S--And bring their tails behind 'em I"So down sat trustful little Bo-Peep,"And in a minute was fast asleep!44 Arm over her head, and her finger-endsAll red with the fruit she had been eating;SWhile her thoughts were only of her lost friends,SAnd she dreamed she heard them bleating.S -'Twas a happy dream for little Bo-Peep;-XI As she lay on the grass, her flock of sheep,With scatter and clatter and patter of feet,"Came hastening from all ways hither, thither;First one would bleat, then another would bleat,Then " b-a-a a-a " all together


LITTLE BO-PEEP.Yet all of them stood, and tried to keep- At a little distance from Bo-Peep!- They knew her voice, and were very gladTo have her come with her crook to find them," But they felt so strangely because they hadSNot a single tail behind them.The innocent-faced old mother-sheep," / N l /Who bleated and stamped to greet Bo-Peep,/ With their tails shorn close, were odd enough;| But the very oddest of all was when aGroup of the lambs went galloping off,All legs, and hadn't any iS/-' Though sorry enough was little Bo-Peep," the tails were lost from her pretty sheep,S- She murmured, " I'll find them easily,And there's very little good in crying "i: So away she went, and at last, in a tree,S She saw them hung a-drying !She piled them up in a great white heap,'ut ah, it was only while Bo-Peep And the best she could do, poor little Bo-Peep !uas tired enough to stay asleep Was to try to fasten them where they grew -rWas tired enough to stay asleep O ta w at e* That her flock was with her; for when she woke, Or that was, at least, wht she intended,But if she did it I never knew,SRubbing her eyes to see the clearer,For now my story is ended!' She found that her dream was all a joke,And they were nowhere near her.Tearful and sorrowful grew Bo-Peep !Down from her lashes the tears would creep;But she started out, as there was need,Before it should be too dark to find them ;She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, PFor they'd left their tails behind them!Did she laugh or cry, our little Bo-Peep,To see such a comical crowd of sheep ?There were plenty of bodies, white and fat;And plenty of wide mouths, eating, eating;Plenty of soft wool, and all that;And plenty of noisy bleat ng;


HOP -O'-MY-THUMB.SNCE on a time there was a fagot-maker,And he had seven sons.SWho could be aught but poor to feed and shelterSo many little ones ?For all were merely lads; not one was able So small he was when he was born, so tinyTo earn the crust of bread, Since then he had become,Though scant it might be,coarse and black and humble, That for he was no bigger than your fingerWith which he must be fed. They called him Hop-o'-my-Thumb.And, worst of all, the youngest one was puny, Now at this time, for days and days together,So odd, and still, and slight, There fell no drop of rain ;That father, mother, and the other brothers, The corn shrunk on the stalks ; and in the sunshineThought him not over bright. Rustled the shriveled grain;" As if a fire had swept across the meadowsThey shriveled in the drouth;And what this meant for the poor fagot-maker- Was famine, without doubt.One night he sat before a smouldering fire,His head bowed down with grief,STrying with those weak wits of his to compassSome scheme for their relief.His wife above the feeble embers hovered,And wrung her toil-hard hands;She knew there was no help for their starvation,No hope in making plans.


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SHOP-O'-MY-THUMB.At last he spoke: " Ah, bad luck to the trying,I cannot find them food !"To-morrow morning with me to the forestI'll take the little brood !" I cannot bear to watch this piece meal starving,So, while they run and play,Or gather fagots for me, or pick berriesTo eat, I'll come away ""Oh !" groaned the wife, "I'm sure the wolves willeat them,Poor dears poor little dears!Yet do as you think best we all must perish !"Then went to bed in tears.Meanwhile, though all the rqst were sleeping soundly,Hop-o'-my-Thumb had heard,And at the thought of wolves and woods, -in terrorHis little heart was stirred ;And so he lay and planned; and early dressed him,And ran with all his mightDown to the river, where he filled his pocketsWith pebbles small and white.And, as they started for the wood, he lingeredSomewhat behind, and whenThey came to dismal places, dropped in secret lA pebble now and then.Thick grew the trees; 'twas twilight in their shadows,Although broad day without;But gay the laddies at the fagot-pickingWent scampering about,And chattering like a flock of busy sparrows;Till, having hungry grown,They turned to ask their mother for their dinner,And found they were alone !Then all but Hop-o'-my-Thumb wailed out affrighted." Don't cry so hard I", said he." I'll find the path, if you'll but keep togetherAnd try to follow me !"By the white stones strewn on the dead pine needles,Though night had fallen, he soonLed the way out, and spied their humble cottage, ,,Low lying 'neath the moon. ..


HOP-O'-MY-THUMB.They hurried near, and, pausing at the window,Hop-o'my-Thumb climbed up,And peeped within; his father and his motherWere just about to sup.Some one had paid them two gold guineasOn an old debt; and whenThey went for beef for two, they were so hungryThey bought enough for ten.Quick as a flash the ravenous seven went rushingPell-mell into the house,Nor left, of the fine roast upon the table,Enough to feed a mouse.It all went well long as the money lasted.When that was gone, once moreThe father planned to take them to the forest, /And leave them as before.Hop-o'-my-Thumb,who heard again the plotting,Crept from his trundle-bed,But in the place of pebbles in his pocketsPut only crumbs of bread.Again they went, through brier and through thicket,Into the darksome wood;Again he dropped his clues along the pathwayBehind him when he could.V1 But when once more they found themselves deserted,And little Hop-o'-my-ThumbFelt sure to lead them out, he found the finchesHad eaten every crumb iThen what to do i They wandered hither, thither,For hours in dread and fear,Until at last they saw, with fitful glimmer,A feeble light appear.It shone but faintly, like a single candle,But, trudging towards the ray,They reached a house and knocked; the door wasopenedAfter a brief delay,And a kind woman asked them what they wanted.They said: "To stay all night.""Run, run away The faster you run the better !"She answered in affright.


.HOP-O'-MY-THUMB." " An Ogre lives here, cruel and bloody minded!He eats up little boys!Run, run i I hear him coming from the mountains,I know him by the noise "" But we can't run, we are so faint and tired "Hop-o'-my-Thumb began -"'Tis all the same whether the wolves shall eat us,Or your good gentleman."'_And so she took them in, fed them, and hid themAll underneath her bed;And in a minute more they heard approaching,Tramp! tramp i an awful tread !It was the Ogre coming home; his supperWas steaming nice and hot, -Two calves upon a spit, ten rabbits roasting,A whole sheep in the pot.He banged the door wide open, sniffed and snorted,Then, in a dreadful voice,Roared out, while his poor wife stood by and trembled," I smell seven little boys /"In vain she told him 'twas the mutton scorching; IThe veal had browned too fast;He searched the house, peering around and under,And reached the bed at last,Then dragged them one by one out, fairly shoutingAt little Hop-o'my-Thumb,Saying the lads would make, towards a dinner,Six mouthfuls and one crumb."- "0, leave them till to-morrow !" cried the woman;""li "You've meat enough to-night.". "Well, so I have," he said, " I'll wait a little.Ah ugh'! they're plump and white."Ct ) Now it so chanced the Ogre had seven daughters,And all slept in one bed,In a large room, and each wore for a nightcapar ,A gold crown on her head.And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, when all the house was quiet,Into their chamber crept,And the gold head-bands for himself and brothersStole from them while they slept.


HOP-O'-MY-THUMB.Wicked and sly it was; he knew the OgreWould, no doubt, rise at dawn,And, being but half awake, would kill the childrenWho had no night-caps on.And, sure enough, he did He was so drowsy,And fogs so veiled the sun,That, whetting up a huge, broad-bladed dagger, -He slew them, every one.( Then Hop-o'-my-Thumb, awakening his brothers,Whispered: " Make haste and fly I .Without a word they did as they were bidden,"In twinkling of an eye,Out in the drizzly mist of a gray morning,Off through the chill and dew,And none too soon i Within an hour the OgreHis dreadful blunder knew."Wife, fetch my seven-league boots at once!" heshouted;"I'll catch the vipers yet "He stamped his feet into the magic leather .With many a muttered threat;:, And off he started, over hill and valley,* Seven leagues at every stride;The children saw him like a giant shadow,But they could onlyhide.He scoured the country, rumbling like a tempest;Far, near, they heard his roar,Until at last his seven-league feet grew tired,And he could go no more.- .. And down he lay to rest him for a minute -k The day had grown so hot-Close .to a rock where lay the seven children,Although he knew it not.Hop-o'-my-thumb spoke softly to his brothers:"Run fast as ever you can,And leave me to take care of Mr. Ogre."And hurry-scurry they ran.And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, creeping from out his crevice,With greatest caution drew"" The Ogre's boots off (these would shrink or widen"just as you wished them to),


HOP-O'-MY-THU MB.And put them on himself. Then he decided 'To hasten to the king; .1 'And, as he traveled towards the royal palace,Each boot was like a wing.There was a war. The king had need of serviceIn carrying the news.He heard his tale, and said, "I'll use this fellowWho wears the magic shoes."So little Hop-o'-my-Thumb made mints of money,And his whole familyLived very easy lives, and from his bountyGrew rich as rich could be.4As for the Ogre, in his sleep he tumbled And Hop-o'-my-Thumb,whose influence in high placesDown from that ledge of rock, Was certain to prevail,And was so bumped and bruised he never rallied, Made the kind Ogress, who had hidden and fedthem,But perished from the shock. Duchess of Draggletail....... .- ...


THE BABES IN THE WOOD.C OME, list to my story, Of eyes, my dear children,More sorry, by far, Yours are not the first,To her who must tell it, Through whose teary lashes,And you who will hear it, In soft, pitying splashes,Than all others are! The warm drops have burst'Tis the darling of each, who At hearing it. Many,Has spirit so mild For hundreds of years,As to grieve for the Human Have in the same fashionThe sad man or woman, Their heartfelt compassion___ Or desolate child Shown thus-with their tears!A dying father in his armsTwo children did enfold.The eldest one, a little boy.Was only three years old ;Even less than that had served to tintThe baby's head with gold.The mother, too, lay ill to death,"No human power might save,And to her darlings, that same hour,"Her farewell blessing gave.Father and mother -one in life -Were laid in the same grave.But, ere the latest breath was drawn,The father's brother came -Nearest of kin, upon whose loveThe orphaned ones had claim -And he made oath to cherish thenmAs his own blood and name.


THE BABES IN THE WOOD.The will devised three hundred poundsA year unto the son,Three hundred, on her marriage-day,To Jane, the little one.Thus it was from the uncle's greedThat trouble first begun.For if, by chance, they both should die,He was to have their gold ;HIe felt no love for either child--His heart was hard and cold.And, while he promised fair, he plannedA scheme both bad and bold.A twelvemonth did his darksome mindPlot for the dreadful deed.Two brutal ruffians he hiredTo help him in his need;And yet, so secret were his ways,None knew to intercede.He formed a wily, plausive tale,And told it everywhere,HIow the two children were to go,Under the best of care -Two friends of his for holidayTo London, for the fair.The horses stood before the gate,The ruffians twain astride; -And gay with scarlet girth and reinThey started, side by side.O, blithe the babies' spirits were,That they could have a ride !For every pretty sight they saw,For every sound they heard,The boy had noisy laugh or shout,The girl had winsome word -He questioned, never satisfied,She chattered like a bird.


THE BABES IN THE WOOD.Meanwhile each ruffian surly sat,SIn dark and restless mood;"Little the prattlers, in their joy,Such silence understood,As on through the warm early dayThey rode towards the wood.They reached the leafy wilderness, For blows fell, and the.kindly oneAnd then the way grew wild; Dropped to the earth and died ;But ever with new glee the babes The children sank upon the ground,The gathering gloom beguiled. Trembling and terrified,Until, at last, quite cheered and won, And clung together, wondering,One of the ruffians smiled. And moaned, and sobbed, and cried.Love had o'ercome within his breast Then he who lived led them away,His wicked avarice. Both shivering with dread;"I will not kill the little things," They begged for food ; he paused a spaceHe said, "for any price! " "Stay here awhile," he said,Then passed hot words between the two, "And I will go into the townBut only once or twice, At once, and fetch you bread."S' He went. In their sweet innocence- They trusted to his word;Meanwhile, the sparkling morning sunWith a grey cloud was blurredAnd long, in vain, they waited there,Nor cried again, nor stirred 1V 11/f-Cia dli


THE BABES IN THE WOOD.How can I write the mournful end- More than one day-more than one night,And tell how, up and down, Comes on them there alone !At last, by hunger driven, they stray They search for blackberries, so weakOver the mosses brown- And starving they are grown,She clutching at his little coat, Now through a thicket of wild brier,He clinging to her gown ? Now 'gainst a hindering stone !M Then they lif down to die, poor babesThe cruel ground receivesTheir little bodies as a bed;Long time the south wind grievesiAbove them; and a hovering boughA pall of shadow weaves;And robin-red-breasts pity them,And cover them with leaves !0/W~f~-tlpJ.i ~~--_~=-_: ~ i ~ l'0y:~


THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.A H, very, very poor was she -Old Dame Pig, with her children three "Robust, beautiful little onesWere those three sons,Each wearing always, without fail,A little fanciful knot in his tail.But never enough of sour or sweetHad they to eat;And so, one day, with a piteous squeak,Did the mother speak:"My sons, your fortune you must seek i "And out in the world, as they were sent,The three pigs went.But the pig replied,"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin "Theald wolf grumbled, and added beside,"Then I'11 huff and I'll puff and I'll blowyour house in!"- He was gray and big,. And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in,And he ate up the poor little pig.Trotting along, the first one sawA man who carried a bundle of straw."Give me some straw for a house and bed,"The little pig said.Straightway, not even waiting a bit,The kind man did as he was bid ;And the little pig built a house of it.But he wasno more than settled, beforeA wolf came along and knocked at the door,Tap-tap, and cried,"' Little pig, little pig, let me come in "


THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.- He was fierce and big,And he huffed and he puffed,o tAnd lwe puffed and he huffed,"And lie blew the house in,And he ate up the poor little pig.The very next day, gAll blithe and gay,"The second little pig went marching awayTo the world to find his fortune. Ancd whenHe met two men,"Who bore on their shoulders bunches of curze,"My gentle sirs,Give me some furze for a house and bec I-The little pig said.They gave it him freely, every whit,And the little pig built a house of it.And then the third little pig went out,"With his curly tail and his saucy snout,Up to all kinds of pranks and tricks ;And he met a man with a load of bricks,And he said, " I supposeYou are perfectly willing to give me thoseBy the begging he got them every one,"And in a trice- Was the house begun,And very shortly the house was done,"I " Plastered and snug and nice.But he could no more than get in beforeThe wolf came along and knocked at the door:" Little pig, little pig, let me come in "But the.pig replied,"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin "Then the old wolf growled, and added beside,"Then I'll huff and I'11 puff and I'll blowyour house in!"


THE THREE LITTLE FIGS.And'all his puffing,The house would not fall in !And so, despiteHis appetite,S He was forced to go with never a bite,And for once, at least, was cheated out"" Of the little pig with the saucy snout.""V N, nOf the wily kind,Though, he was, and he whined,"" I know, little pig, where we can find" Some nice fresh turnips !" Pig grunted, "Where ?" O, over at Smith's, in his home field -It's not far there.If it's pleasant weatherShall we go togetherTo-morrow at six ? " "Yes," piggie squealed.And along came the same wolf as before,And knocked at the door, -Thump, thump, and cried,"Little pig, little pig, let me come in "But the pig replied,"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin !Then the wolf filled his cheeks out on each side,Like a bellows, to blow,And he howled, "O ho !Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"Well, he huffed and he puffed and he huffed,And he puffed and he huffed and he puffed,But with all his huffing,, But what should the little pig contrive7- .But to rise at fiveNext day, and to go through the early dewTo the field where the turnips grew;.- .They were plenty and sweet,And he ate of them all he cared to eat,And tookl enough for his dinner, and thenWent home again.The wolf came promptly at six o'clock,Gave a friendly knock,And asked the pig, " Are you ready to go ? "" Why, I'd have vou know_ I've already been there, and beside-- -- I've enough for dinner," the pig replied.


THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.Pig thought he should fall from where he sat,S, So heaxy his heart went pit-a-pat.But he answered, " The nicest under the sun !- "~ I'll throw down one "The wolf ran after it as he threw it,And, before he knew it,The pig was out of the tree, and as fleetAs his four little feetCould scamper he fled,On, into his house, while after him spedThe wolf, with a savage voice and face,In a furious chase.He was long and slim,But the little pig proved too swift for him.The wolf saw thenHe was cheated again; "But, " I know where's a lovely apple tree,"In a winsome voice said he. ) >-_And the wise little.pig, from where he sat,Peered out and smiled, "Where's that?" .. <" At the Merry Garden; if you'll be fair,And it's pleasant weather,We two togetherAt five in the morning will go there."Ah, sly and cunningThe little pig was, for as early as fourHe was out next day, and running, running,Hoping to get the apples beforeThe wolf was up. But the apple-treeProved twice as far as he thought 'twould be.He climbed the boughs in the greatest haste,And thought to himself, " I'll only taste,As a bit of a lunch."But soon, crunch, crunch,He had eaten a score then what should he seeBut the big gray wolf just under the tree !Yes, there he stood,Trying to look as meek as he could,And he said, "Little pig, are the apples good ? "


THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.Yet in due time -for I supposeS -- He was nearly starved his pattering toes,i Were heard again at the little pig's door..| -j Such a haunted look his visage wore,When the tale he told' Of the beast that bumped and bounded and rolled,Up hill, down hill, and everywhere,And chased him away from the Shanklin Fair !Then, with all his might,An The little pig laughed outright,Giving a jocular, scornful shoutWith his saucy snout,As he cried, "0, how would you like to learnYou w~i~ : o 'Twas a churn, and that I was in the churn "S. Then the wolf exclaimed, " I hate your tricks,Your bolted door and your house of bricks !I'll eat you anyway that I'll do"I'll come down the chimney after you !"Still, he came again the very next day,And he knocked and called " Little pig, I pray,You will go to the Shanklin Fair with me.Be ready, and I will call at three "Now the pig, as he had always done,Got the start of the wolf, and went at one.At the fair he bought him a butter churn,And with it started out to return;But who should he meet -The very first one he chanced to spy -Upon the street,But the wolf i and it frightened him dreadfully. _So he crept insideHis churn to hideIt began to roll ; he began to ride;Around and around,Along the ground,He passed the wolf with a bump and bound.He was frightened worse than he'd frightened the pig, DBy the funny, rumbling rigAnd he fled in dismayFar out of his own and the little pig's way.


THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.But the pig built a fire, high and hot,And filled with water his dinner pot,And just as the wolf came down the flue,Scraping his ribs as he slipped through,What did he doBut lift the cover, and let him fallInto the pot hide, hair and all!And what next he didWas to slide the lidQuick over the pot; "It's boiling hot -It'll maybe cook him, and maybe not,"He cried in glee,"' But I'll let him be,And when it is dinner-time I'll see "That day he dined quite to his mind;And he mused to himself, " I'm half inclinedTo think, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin,That this is the best way to take wolves in! ""-- -- ----------------------------I;z


GOODY TWO-SHOES.GOODY TWO-SHOES.VE ISIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.SWO-Shoes, Two-Shoes,Little Goody Two-Shoes!Do you know about her? Well,I'm ready now to tell esHow the little creature caml e bBy so odd a name. T7 '14,0It was very long ago,"In the days of good Queen Bess,When upon the colrd world's care, bare;Fatherless and motherless, treThere were thrown two helpless ones,Destitute as they could be;Tom, they called the little boy,And the girl was Margery.Many a day they cried for foodWhen the cup-board shelves were bareMany an hour they roamed the streetsScarcely knowing why or where.// /As to kindred, all were dead;As to shelter, they had none;As to shoes, Tom had a pair;Little Margery had but one!One-Shoe, One-Shoe,Think of Little One-Shoe!Think how never a pretty bootWas buttoned on the tender foot;Nor yet a slipper, fairy-light,S With dainty knot or buckle bright!!go81


GOODY TWO-SHOES.* e -- ,.4 ,-i But above our human woes- Bends an always loving Heaven;And to every hungry cryIs there somewhere answer given.SKind eyes watched the wandering ones,Pitied their forlorn distress;Grieved to note Tom's ragged coat,- And Margery's tattered dress.- -'Twas the village clergyman,- ...-- And he sought them tenderly,Gave them warm, soft clothes to wear._ I Ordered shoes for Margery."" ( "Two shoes, two shoes,cc Oh, see my two shoes "Z So did little Margery cry,When the cobbler came to trySiI If they fitted trim and neatOn the worn and tired feet:/ That is how and why she cameBy so strange a name.Tom went off to London town;Margery went to village school;Apt she was, and quick to learn,Docile to the simplest rule.Out from the long alphabetLetters looked at her and smiled,Almost seemed to nod and speak,Glad to know so bright a child,I c( Ranged themselves in winsome words;P Then in sentences. Indeed,SQuite before she knew the fact,Margery had learned to read.


GOODY TWO-SHOES.Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes,Eager Goody Two-Shoes!When the magic art she knew,She planned to help poor children too ;And those who had no chance to learnTheir letters, she would teach in turn.Now, in the days of good Queen Bess,Few books were printed, very few -None, scarcely, for the little folks;So Margery studied what to do. /She cut from proper blocks of woodSets of the letters: A, B, C;And in some cosy shady placeWould group the children round her kneeAnd teach them not alone to read, "But how to spell, and how to sing;And how to practice gentle ways,And to be kind to everything.Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, All living things seemed drawn to her:So grew Goody Two-Shoes! A helpless lamb, whose dam had died,First a maiden, comely, sweet; She reared and tended till he ranThen a woman, wise, discreet; Tame as a kitten at her side ;Called now, as a courtesy,Little Mrs. Margery. A sky-lark stolen from its nestSang on her finger, though he knewAn honored, faithful teacher she! His unclipped wings were free to soarAnd every year an added grace, At will into the heaven's blue;More fair than youth's fair roses are,Blossomed upon her charming face. A raven which had fought and torn.. Its captor's hand with savage beak,S- -- And which at first could only croak,Jumper, the dog, watched all her stepsWith constant eyes and jealous love;A great cat purred and rubbed her dressAnd on her shoulder perched a dove.S; Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes,Ah me, Margery Two-Shoes !Maybe the days of good Queen BessWere times of wisdom; nevertheless,Witches (the people said) might be-And a witch they thought our Margery


GOODY TWO-SHOES.~-- -.'Twas Nickey Noodle, a simpleton,Who raised the cry, "A witch, a witch "Then she was summoned to the court,Amused, or grieved, she scarce knew which.Plenty of friends, however, provedl how false was Justice Shallow's pleaThat " She must be a witch, because -Because of the raven, don't you see ?Sir Edward Lovell, a baronet,Who stood in court and saw her graceHer sweet good sense, her dignity,And the pure beauty of her face,Sighed heavily in his high-born breastAs Mrs. Margery was set free,Saying, " I know she is a witch,For, ah, she so bewitches me "( ... .. (( i i- II


GOODY TWO-SHOES.- -4"He watched her go her quiet ways,And vowed, whatever might betide,If his best love could win her heartAnd hand, then she should be his bride.Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes-Lady Lovell, if she choose!Her the noble lover wooed,Humbly, as a lover should,Eagerly, as lover ought,With entire heart and thought."" What her answer, all may guess,For the old church chinrrie that rungIts next wedding anthem sungWith a most delighted tongue:>-E 7 rn4__


GOODY TWO-SHOES./ Y"Two-Skoes, Two-Shoes, 5,Wedding day of Two-Skoes /Barefoot lass but yesterday,Lady Lovell is to-day CTwo-Shoes, Two-Shoes,Lovely Lady Two-Shoes "I'Who is this that rides so fast,With plumed hat and cheek of brown,With golden trappings on his horse, / 'Gallant and gay from London town ?He hears the bells, he strikes his spurs,The flecksof foam are on his rein,The dust of journey whitens him,He leans to see the bridal train !Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes,Lady Goody Two-Shoes !Tom it is, come home once more !Even now he's at the door,Rich and grand as any king-Come to bless the wedding ring!""i it .I!'JI j -(~~~~~4h l~h(4( li~JII JJjl1 11' isr ~ llrlll;;~;;;~,;,,:~li


SAARCHINKOLD.SAARCHINKOLDII'N TOSE to window," ( n hr Still as a mouse,St "Bank the house."Out of the barrow he shovels the tan,And he piles and packs it as hard as he can"All about the house's feet,"Says o" Phunny-kind,"Nose to the window,Eager and sweet.Now she comes to the entry door :" Grampa what are you do thatfor?Are you puttin' stockin's on to the house ? "(Found her tongue, has Still-as-a-Mouse.)Grandpa twinkles out of his eyes,Straightens his aching back, and triesTo look as solemn as Phunny-kind.But the child says :" Grampa, is it the windThat keeps you a-shakin' an' shakin' so ?"Then the old man, shaking the more, says: "No!But I'm bankin' the house, Miss Locks-o-gold,To keep out the dreadfulSa-archin' Cold/"And away he chuckles, barrow and all:"'Mazin' thing," he says, " to besmall!Folks says the best things 't ever they doAfore they git old 'nough to know !"S.Phunny-kind puzzles her queer,wee brainAs slowly she toddles in again:- " Is she a nawful, ugly, old" A Giant -or what this' Sa-archinkold ?' "


SAARCHINKOLD.When the daylight fades, and the shadows fallFlickering down from the fire-dogs tall,Comes Uncle Phil, from his school and his books."Uncle Phil, I know by your smile-y looks -You'll let me get on your knee jus' so-An' you'll tell me somefing I want to know:'Cos, you see, Uncle Phil, I've got to be toldWho she is they call her'The Sa-archinkold.' "Uncle Phil looks up;Uncle Phil looks down;And he wags his head;And he tries to frown;But at last he criesIn a great surprise:"Why, yes to be sure to be sure, I'll tellFor I know the old dame, of old, right well:She stands by the clock in the corner, now:" I ," she says, " does the old clock know ?But the great clockTICKS !And the grim clock"TocKs !Away at the top of his ghostly box;The round Full Moon (in his forehead) smiles;But with all his wisdom, or all his wiles,Though he knows very well,He never will tellShould he tick and tock till a century oldWhat they mean byThe Sa-archinkold !In the great, square room, by a cheerful flameIn the fire-place, bending above her frame,Is grandma, snapping her chalky stringAcross and across a broad, bright thing."Gramma, what you are a-doin' here? "" I'm a-makin' a 'comfort,' my little dearFor grandpa and I are a-gittin' old.And we're afeared o' the Sa archin' Cold."


SAARCHINKOLD.:- : " Now Jack is a fine old fellow, you seeSpicy, and full of his pranks, is he:- Snipping off noses, just for fun,0 And sticking 'em on again when he is doneA-pinching at pretty, soft ears and cheeks;N A-wakin' folks up with his jolly freaksBut a-h! for your lifeLook sharp for his wife!" For she comes after, and comes to stay -Welcome or not-for a month and a day!She plots, and she plans, she sneaks, and shecrawlsM Till she finds a way through the thickest of walls I""ZH ZH!Did you ever meet aMore dreadful creatur!She's Jack Frost's wife i zAnd the plague of his life!"ZH!-ZH !I'm all of a shiver,Heart, lungs and liver !When I think of that oldSAARCHINKOLD!S.... (2r


SAARCHINKOLD."Oh-oo " cries Phunny-kind, "how does she look? ""To be sure I'11 picture her just like a book.- Her nose is an icicle, sharp and strong,To poke in at every hole and crack;Her eyes gleam frostily all night long -But who knows whether they're blue or black?" She brings on her backAn astonishing pack,Like a blacksmith's bellows, marvellous big;And while she dances a horrible jig,Out of this bellows a doleful tuneSShe skre-eels away, in the dark o' the Moon!" But if ever she works with a wicked will,'Tis when she is quiet, and sly, and still.She pretends that old Jack leaves his work but halfdone,She 'wishes for once he'd be quit of his fun!'So she follows him up with her sour, ugly phiz,And wherever she goes, you may know she means'biz."Look sharp when she peeps through the crack o'the door!Look sharp when she hides away under the floor!She'll crack the bare ground with a terrible bangAnd out from the clap boards the nails will go, spang!A' N zx-/ c' I-~<~A_ __A;~


SAARCHINKOLD.She'll spoil the potatoes (if once she gets in),And she'll shake all the people whose bed-clothes are thin !She'll stop the old clock in the dead o' the night,And make him hold up both his hands in a fright;And what she won't do,Is more than-Iknow!"ZH- ZH!I'm all of a shiver,Heart, lungs, and liver !Jist always, whiniverI think of that o-o-ldSA-ARCHINKOLD! "Then Phunny-kind shivers a little, too;A d heaves a deep sigh; and says, "Are you froo ? "Then slides down, quietly, to the floor,Doubtfully watching the outer door.N3~~ L~~~ f~~=~ 6


SAARCHINKOLD.She says, " Is my bed got a fing like you said -A 'comfut' vat I can put over my head ?"" (Oh, Phil! naughty boy!) says grandma; " yes, dear /Your bed's got a comfut,' so never you fear -And you should be in it, for see, the old clockPoints just to your bed-time, and says' tick-tock!'"!" Well, grampa, I'm goin' as quick as I can,If you'll only give me a handful of 'tan.'"What for ? " "Oh, I'm jus' goin' to take it to bed,'Cos, I recollec' every word that you said,And gramma, and Phil ; for allof you told cHow comfits,' and 'tan'' keef outSA-ARCHINKOLD !"_71


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JOHN S. CROW. -!, That old blue coat, With a double breast And a brass button here and there, Was grandfather's best, KIN-FOLKS OF JOHN S. CROW. And matches the vest The one Uncle Phil used to wear. A LL alone in the field The trousers are short; Stands John S. Crow; They belonged to Bob And a curious sight is he, Before he had got his growth; With his head of tow, But John's no snob, And a hat pulled low And, unlike Bob, On a face that you never see. Cuts his legs to the length of his cloth. THE FAITHFUL WA'rCHMAN, JOHN. S. CROW. His clothes are ragged The boots are a mystery: And horrid and old, How and where The worst that ever were worn; John got such a shabby lot, They're covered with mold, Such a shocking pair, And in each fold -I do declare A terrible rent is torn. Though he may know, I do not. They once were new But the hat that he wears And spick and span, Is the worst of all; As nice as clothes could be; I wonder that John keeps it on. For though John hardly can It once was tall, Be called a man, But now it is small They were made for men you see. Like a closed accordeon.



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HOP-O'-MY-THUMB. They hurried near, and, pausing at the window, Hop-o'my-Thumb climbed up, And peeped within; his father and his mother Were just about to sup. Some one had paid them two gold guineas On an old debt; and when They went for beef for two, they were so hungry They bought enough for ten. Quick as a flash the ravenous seven went rushing Pell-mell into the house, Nor left, of the fine roast upon the table, Enough to feed a mouse. It all went well long as the money lasted. When that was gone, once more The father planned to take them to the forest, / And leave them as before. Hop-o'-my-Thumb,who heard again the plotting, Crept from his trundle-bed, But in the place of pebbles in his pockets Put only crumbs of bread. Again they went, through brier and through thicket, Into the darksome wood; Again he dropped his clues along the pathway Behind him when he could. V1 But when once more they found themselves deserted, And little Hop-o'-my-Thumb Felt sure to lead them out, he found the finches Had eaten every crumb i Then what to do i They wandered hither, thither, For hours in dread and fear, Until at last they saw, with fitful glimmer, A feeble light appear. It shone but faintly, like a single candle, But, trudging towards the ray, They reached a house and knocked; the door was opened After a brief delay, And a kind woman asked them what they wanted. They said: "To stay all night." "Run, run away The faster you run the better !" She answered in affright.



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JOHN S. CROW. But a steady old chap So he has stuck to the field Is John S. Crow, And watched the corn, And for months has stood at his post; And been watched by the crows from For corn you know the hill; Takes time to grow, Till at length they're gone, And 'tis long between seed and roast. And so is the corn They away, and it to the mill. Now the work is done, And it's time for play, For which John is glad I know; TI For though made of hay, If he could he would say, It's stupid to be a scarecrow." But though it is stupid, And though it is slow, To fill such an humble position; To be a good scarecrow Is better I know Than to scorn a lowly condition. GRANDFATHER. And it had to be watched And guarded with care From the time it was put in the gound i For over there, And everywhere, 'Sad thieves were waiting around. Sad thieves in black, A cowardly set, "Who waited for John to be gone, That they might get A chance to upset ':: The plans of the planter of corn. They were no kin to John, Though they bore his name T' Arid belonged to the family Crow; He'd scorn to claim part of the fame .hat is theirs wherever you go. NO xIN TO JOHN.



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LITTLE BO-PEEP. Yet all of them stood, and tried to keep -At a little distance from Bo-Peep! -They knew her voice, and were very glad To have her come with her crook to find them, But they felt so strangely because they had SNot a single tail behind them. The innocent-faced old mother-sheep, / \\N l /Who bleated and stamped to greet Bo-Peep, / With their tails shorn close, were odd enough; | But the very oddest of all was when a Group of the lambs went galloping off, All legs, and hadn't any i S/-' -Though sorry enough was little Bo-Peep ," \That the tails were lost from her pretty sheep, S-She murmured, I'll find them easily, And there's very little good in crying i: So away she went, and at last, in a tree, S She saw them hung a-drying She piled them up in a great white heap, 'ut ah, it was only while Bo-Peep And the best she could do, poor little Bo-Peep uas tired enough to stay asleep Was to try to fasten them where they grew rWas tired enough to stay asleep O ta w at e That her flock was with her; for when she woke, Or that was, at least, wht she intended, But if she did it I never knew, SRubbing her eyes to see the clearer, For now my story is ended! She found that her dream was all a joke, And they were nowhere near her. Tearful and sorrowful grew Bo-Peep Down from her lashes the tears would creep; But she started out, as there was need, Before it should be too dark to find them ; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, P For they'd left their tails behind them! Did she laugh or cry, our little Bo-Peep, To see such a comical crowd of sheep ? There were plenty of bodies, white and fat; And plenty of wide mouths, eating, eating; Plenty of soft wool, and all that; And plenty of noisy bleat ng;



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"SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS. And the Father Bear's bed Was as hard as a stone, JDi And the Mother Bear's bed Was as hard as a stone; But the Baby Bear's bed Was so soft she lay down, And before she could wink was asleep. By and by came the scratch S Of old Father Bear's claw, And the fumbling knock Of old Mother Bear's paw, And the latch string flew up, And the Baby Bear saw hat a stranger had surely been there. Then Father Bear cried, ii "Who's been sitting in my chair? And Mother Bear cried, "Who's been sitting in my chair?" And Baby Bear smiled, "Who's been sitting in my chair, And broken it all into pieces ?" Then Father Bear growled, "Who's been tasting of my milk ? r And Mother Bear growled, L"Who's been tasting of my milk ?" 6 And Baby Bear wondered, "Who's tasted of my milk, And tasting has drank it all up ?"__ And Father Bear roared, "Who's been lying on my bed And Mother Bear roared, "Who's been lying on my bed ?" And Baby Bear laughed, "Who's been lying on my bed ? ., .,i 0, here she is, fast asleep !" The savage old Father Bear cried, Let us eat her i The savage old Mother Bear cried, "Let us eat her! But the Baby Bear said, "Nothing ever was sweeter. ,--/' Let's kiss her, and send her home



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BLUE-BEARD. !1"-NCE on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to hide when he appeared; His eyes were fierce and prominent, his long hair stiff like bristles, His stature was enormous, and he wore a long blue beard He took his name from that through all the country round about him, -And whispered tales of dreadful deeds but helped to make him feared. Yet he was rich, 0! very rich; his home was in a castle, Bit r Whose turrets darkened on the sky, so grand and black and bold SThat like a thunder-cloud it looked upon the blue horizon. He had fertile lands and parks and towns and hunting-grounds and gold, And tapestries a queen might covet, statues, pictures, jewels, While his servants numbered hundreds, and his wines were rare and old. ji Now near to this old Blue-beard's castle lived a lady neighbor, Who had two daughters, beautiful as lilies on a stem; And he asked that one of them be given him in marriageHe did not care which one it was, but left the choice to them. But, oh, the terror that they felt, their efforts to evade him, With careless art, with coquetry, with wile and stratagem I He saw their high young spirits scorned him, yet he meant to conquer. He planned a visit for them, -or, 'twas rather one longfite; And to charming guests and lovely feasts, to music and to dancing, .Swung wide upon its hinges grim the gloomy castle gate. And, sure enough, before a week was ended, blinded, dazzled, The youngest maiden whispered "yes," and yielded to her fate. A' ,~F~No ii ,"1ILI



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A FISH STORY. / (Alas for my story, ...'Tis getting quite gory! So many swallows a summer might make. ) This one came smiling, And, sweetly beguiling, Gobbled the last like a piece of hot cake; A cod followed after; "r------. 'Twould move you to laughter S IR Arthur, the sinner, To see in his turn how this hake came up, Ate twelve fish for dinner, Swallowed that cod, sir, And you may believe it's just as I say As if he were scrod, sir, For if you but knew it, And then went by in a kind of a huff! 'Twas I saw him do it, Last, but not least, And just as it happened, sir, this was the way: Came this fellow, the beast One day this tall fish Down went the hake like a small pinch of snuff Swallowed this small fish (He had just eaten a smaller one still); Up came this queer one --And gobbled that 'ere one Didn't he show the most magical skill ? Then came this other And chewed up his brother, Made but one gulp, and behold he was through! He was a gold fish Oh he was a bold fish But before he could wink he was eaten up too Up came a flounder, He was a ten-pounder, -Opened his mouth, swallowed him and was gone; Before you could blink, sir, Before he could shrink, sir, _l This fish came by and the flounder was gone! :7 7 Then Cap'en Jim caught him, And then mamma bought him, --L And then Annie cooked him, served up in a dish S I And so this small sinner --.-Who had him for dinner .-.---i.. .'Twas just as I say, sir -had eaten twelve fish



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THE GOLD-SPINNER. Until all the straw that had been spread Had been deftly spun into golden thread. At sunrise came the king Instead of the ugly heaps of straw Were bobbins full of gold This made him greedier than before; N And he led the maiden out at the door Into a new room, where she saw Still larger and larger heaps of straw, .7 "A chair to sit in, a spinning-wheel, "A little can of oil, and a reel; Down sank she in despair, And he said that straw, too, must be spun Her tears falling like rain; To gold before the next day's sun She could not spin a single thread, Was an hour high in the morning sky, She could not reel a skein. And if 'twas not done, she must die. But the door swung back, and through the chink, With the same droll smile and merry wink, VThe dwarf peered, saying, "What will you do ""N > .; If I'll spin the straw once more for you ?" S< Ah me, I can give not a single thing," She cried, "except my finger-ring." He took the slender toy, And slipped it over his thumb; Then down he sat and whirled the wheel, Hum, and hum-m, and humni-m-m; v Round and round with a droning sound, Many a yellow spool he wound, Many a glistening skein he reeled; And still, like bees in a clover-field, "The wheel went hum, and hum-m and hum-m-m. Next morning the king came, Almost before sunrise, To the chamber where the maiden was, And could scarce believe his eyes To see the straw, to the smallest shreds, Made into shining amber threads. And he cried, "When once more I have tried Your skill like this, you shall be my bride;



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THE GROUND SQUIRREL. THE GROUND SQUIRREL. BY PAUL H-. HAYNE. I. ---"lOr, be sure in due time we would rue it 1 B LESS us, and save us What's here? Pop! At a bound, IV. A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace, Is sitting before us, and washing his face Such a piece of perpetual motion, Full of bother With his little fat paws overlapping; \ oth, Where does he hail from ? Where ? Wod And poth r, SWould make paralytic old Bridget Why, there, A Fidget. Underground, rom a nook jt as coy, So you see (to my notion), From a nook just as cosey, Bte Better leave our downy And tranquil, and dozy, tt Diminutive browny As e'er wooed to Sybarite napping Diminutve browny S7, Alone, near his diggings;" (But none ever caught him a-napping). S6 Ever free to pursue, Don't you see his burrow so quaint and queer ? r r Rush round, and renew Wha His loved vaulting "Unhalting, S.u His whirling, Gone I like the flash of a gu / And twirling, This oddest of chaps,d swirling, Mercurial, And his ways, on the whole Disappears So unsteady Head and ears! -'Pon my soul, Then, sly as a fox, Having gazed Swift as Jack in his box, Quite amazed, Pops up boldly again On each wonderful antic What does he mean by thus frisking about And summersault frantic, Now.up and now down, and now in and now out, For just a bare minute, And all done quicker than winking ? My head, it feels whizzy; What does it mean ? Why, 'tis plain -fun My eyesight's lgrowndizzy; Only Fun i or, perhaps, And both legs, unstable The pert little rascal's been drinking ? -As a ghost's tipping table, There's a cider-press yonder all say on the run Seem waltzing, already! V. I'II. Capture him no we won't do it, Capture him no, we won't do it, Or, in less than no time, how we'd rue it



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CINDERELLA. And back into the cinder dress "Was changed the gold brocade >' • J The prince secured the slipper, And this proclamation made: Ik. y That the country should be searched, And any lady, far or wide, ---Who could get the slipper on her foot, ( N-n Should straightway be his bride. -ll I I So every lady tried it, With her Mys! and "Ahs !" and "Ohs!" And Cinderella's sisters pared I 11 Their heels, and pared their toes,' But all in vain Nobody's foot -i Was small enough for it, -'Fill Cinderella tried it, And it was a perfect fit. 'I Then the royal heralds hardly Knew what it was best to do, SWhen from out her tattered pocket Forth she drew the other shoe, ld Isld1el a While the eyelids on the larkspur eyes 1Dropped down a snowy vail, And the sisters turned from pale to red, And then from red to pale, And a courtier, without thinking, Tittered out behind his hat. For here was all the evidence The Prince had asked, complete, Two little slippers made of glass, Fitting two little feet. So the Prince, with all his retinue, Came there to claim his wife; And he promised he would love her With devotion all his life. At the marriage there was splendid Music, dancing, wedding cake; And he kept the slipper as a treasure I Ever, for her sake. I I NJ I I<' Nt



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HOP-O'-MY-THU MB. And put them on himself. Then he decided To hasten to the king; .1 And, as he traveled towards the royal palace, Each boot was like a wing. There was a war. The king had need of service In carrying the news. He heard his tale, and said, "I'll use this fellow Who wears the magic shoes." So little Hop-o'-my-Thumb made mints of money, And his whole family Lived very easy lives, and from his bounty Grew rich as rich could be. 4 As for the Ogre, in his sleep he tumbled And Hop-o'-my-Thumb,whose influence in high places Down from that ledge of rock, Was certain to prevail, And was so bumped and bruised he never rallied, Made the kind Ogress, who had hidden and fedthem, But perished from the shock. Duchess of Draggletail. ...... ....



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JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK. A LAZY and careless boy was Jack,He would not work, and he would not play And so poor, that the jacket on his back Hung in a ragged fringe alway; But 'twas shilly-shally, dilly-dally, From day to day. At last his mother was almost wild, And to get them food she knew not how; "And she told her good-for-nothing child To drive to market the brindle cow. So he strolled along, with whistle and song, And drove the cow. A man was under the wayside trees, Who carried some beans in his hand -all white. He said, My boy, I'll give you these For the brindle cow." Jack said, All right." And, without any gold for the cow he had sold, Went home at night. Bitter tears did the mother weep; Out of the window the beans were thrown, And Jack went supperless to sleep But, when the morning sunlight shone, u High, and high, to the very sky, The beans had grown. -They made a ladder all green and bright, They twined and crossed and twisted so; "And Jack sprang up it with all his might, And called to his mother down below: Hitchity-hatchet, nmy little redjact, And up 1go /High as a tree, then high as a.steeple, Then high as a kite, and high as the moon, Far out of sight of cities and people, He toiled and tugged and climbed till noon; And began to pant: I guess I shan't • Get down very soon



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ALADDIN. I SEE a little group about my chair, Then, close at hand, on lowly haunches set, Lovers of stories all With pricked-up, tasseled ear, First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk hair, Is Tony, little clear-eyed spaniel pet, Growing so strong and tall ; Waiting, like them, to hear. Then little brother, on whose sturdy face I say I have no story -all are told Soft baby dimples fly, Not to be daunted thus, As fear or pleasure give each other place They only crowd more confident and bold, When wonders multiply; And laugh, incredulous. Then Gold-locks -su:nmers nine their goldenest And so, remembering how, once on a time, Have showered on her head, I, too, loved such delights, And tinted it, of all the colors best, I choose this one, and put it into rhyme, Warm robin-red breist red ; From the Arabian Nights." "A po)r little lad was Aladdin But however he looked, or however His mother was wretchedly poor ; He fared, a strange fortune was his. "A widow, who scarce ever had in None of you, dears, though fair-faced and clever, Her cupboard enough of a store Can have anything like to this, To frighten the wolf from the door. So grand and so marvellous it is No doubt he was quite a fine fellow Well, one day -for so runs the tradition For the country he lived in -but, ah While idling and lingering about His skin was a dull, dusky yellow, The low city streets, a Magician And his hair was as long as 'twould grow. From Africa, swarthy and stout, ('Tis the fashion in China, you know. ) With his wise, prying eyes spied him out,



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THE BABES IN THE WOOD. How can I write the mournful endMore than one day-more than one night, And tell how, up and down, Comes on them there alone At last, by hunger driven, they stray They search for blackberries, so weak Over the mosses brownAnd starving they are grown, She clutching at his little coat, Now through a thicket of wild brier, He clinging to her gown ? Now 'gainst a hindering stone M Then they lif down to die, poor babes The cruel ground receives Their little bodies as a bed; Long time the south wind grievesi Above them; and a hovering bough A pall of shadow weaves; And robin-red-breasts pity them, And cover them with leaves 0/W ~f~-tlpJ.i ~~--_~=-_: ~ i ~ l'0y:~



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THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. K NIT, knit, knit, knit! If by any chance she drops her ball, See old white-capped Pussy sit, And if one of them chases it at all, Fairly gray with worry and care, She peeps out over her glasses' rim In her little straight-backed rocking-chair With a savage, dreadful scowl at him, Knit, knit, knit, And cries out, Scat, Till she is tired of it! You saucy cat! Why does she work so ? Look and see, There in the corner, children three! Or, if her long tail gets uncurled Plump and furry and full of fun, And sways but the least bit in the world, (A good-for-nothing is every one. ) And one of them makes a roguish nip And all those kittens At it, or plays at mouse with the tip, Must have mittens Somebody hears. A loud boxed ears! Weather is cold; and snow and sleet Make it bad for their little feet; And they dare not peep outside, because With them 'tis hurry-scurry and play, Jack Frost stands ready to pinch their paws -Or sleep in a round coil half the day; S .. ...That's why she sits, While, creakety-creak, the rockers go, And knits, and knits. And the mittens grow, and grow, and grow, So shapely and fastThey are done at last! -She summons the kittens; each one stands While the mittens are tried on his clumsy hands; Then her glasses drop to the end of her nose, SAnd her wits go wandering off in a doze, And as never before, SI \ Does old Puss snore



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THE GOLD-SPINNER. Next day, with a trembling step, She reached the palace door, And was shown into a chamber, where Was straw upon the floor. They brought her a chair and a spinning-wheel, i A little can of oil, and a reel; And said that unless the work was done All of the straw into the gold-thread spun By the time that the sun was an hour high Next morning, she would have to die. Down sat she in despair, Her tears falling like rain: S She had never spun a thread in her life, Nor ever reeled a skein "Hark the door creaked, and through a chink, j; With droll wise smile and funny wink, In stepped a little quaint old man, All humped, and crooked, and browned with tan. She looked in fear and amaze To see what he would do; He said, "Little maid, what will you If I'll spin the straw for you ?" Ah, me, few gifts she had in storeA trinket or two, and nothing more I ,i .. A necklace from her throat so slim She took, and timidly offered him. S'Twvas enough, it seemed; for he sat j IAt the wheel in front of her, And turned it three times round and round, Whirr, and whirr-rr, and whirr-rr-rrOne of the bobbins was full; and then, Whirr, and whirr-rr, and whirr-rr-rr again,



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GOLD-LOCKS' DREAM OF PUSSIE-WILLOW. ~g1,Ls5 / BY CLARA DOTY BATES. ONE sunny day, ir the early spring, "Before a bluebird dared to sing, Cloaked and furred as in winter weather, Seal-brown hat and cardinal feather, Forth with a piping song, Went Gold-Locks "after flowers." "Tired of waiting so long," Said this little girl of ours. She searched the bare brown meadow over, And found not even a leaf of clover; Nor where the sod was chill and wet Could she spy one tint of violet; But where the brooklet ran A noisy swollen billow, She picked in her little hand A branch of pussie-willow. She shouted out, in a happy way, At the catkins' fur, so soft and gray; She smoothed them down with loving pats, And called them her little pussie-cats. She played at scratch and bite; She played at feeding cream; And when she went to bed that night, Gold-Locks dreamed a dream. Curled in a little cosy heap, Under the bed-clothes, fast asleep, She heard, although she scarce knew how, A score of voices M-e-o-w m-e-o-w And right before her bed, Upon a branching tree, Were kittens, and kittens, and kittens, As thick as they could be. Maltese, yellow, and black as ink; "White, with both ears lined with pink; Striped, like a royal tiger's skin; Yet all were hollow-eyed, and thin; And each one wailed aloud. Once, and twice, and thrice: "We are the willow-pussies; O, where are the willow-mice !" Meanwhile, outside, through branch and bough, The March wind wailed, "M-e-o-w m-e-o-w I 'Twas dark, and yt Gold-Locks awoke, And softly to hewnother spoke: If they were fed, mamma, It would be very nice; But I hope the willow-pussies Won't find the willow-mice !"



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THE GOLD-SPINNER. For I might search through all my life Again she wept, and again Nor find elsewhere so rich a wife." Did the little dwarf appear; Then he led her by the hand "What will you give this time," he asked, Through still another door, If I spin for you, my dear? To a room filled twice as full of straw As either had been before. Alas -poor little maid -alas! There stood the chair and the spinning-wheel, 2 Out of her eyes as gray as glass And there the can of oil and the reel Faster and faster tears did fall, And as he gently shut her in As she moaned, "I've nothing to give at all." He whispered, "Spin, li.e maiden, spin." Ah, wicked indeed he looked; But while she sighed, he smiled! "" Promise,when you are queen," he said, "To give me your first-born child!" Little she tho't what that might mean, Or if ever in truth she should be queen 'Anything, so that the work was doneA Anything, so that the gold was spun I She promised all that he chose to ask; "And blithely he began the task. r '4 Round went the wheel, and round, Whiz, and whiz-z, and whiz-z-z So swift that the thread at the spindle S point Flew off with buzz and hiss. She dozed -so tired her eye'ids were To the endless whirr, and whirr, and whirr; Though not even sleep could overcome The wheel's revolving hum, hum, hum! When at last she woke the room was clean, Not a broken bit of straw was seen; But in huge high heaps were piled and rolled Great spools of gold -nothing but gold i It was just at the earliest peep of dawn, And she was alone -the dwarf was gone.



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THE GOLD-SPINNER. Jill LH \ ji It was indeed a marvellous thing q; For a miller's daughter to wed a king; But never was royal lady seen More fair and sweet than this young queen. The spinning dwarf she quite forgot In the ease and pleasure of her lot; I And not until her first-born child Into her face had looked and smiled Did she remember the promise made; Then her heart grew sick, her soul afraid. One day her chamber door Pushed open just a chink, And she saw the well-known crooked dwarf, His wise smile and his blink. He claimed at once the promised child; "But she gave a cry so sad and wild That even his heart was touched to hear; He vanished from her sight, And, after a little, drawing near, And she called her pages in; She sent one this way, and one that; He whispered and said: "You pledged She called her kith and kin, The baby, and I came; Bade one go here, and one go there, But if in three days you can learn Despatched them thither, everywhere By foul or fair my name -That from each quarter each might bring By foul or fair, by wile or snare, The oddest names he could to the king. You can its syllables declare, Then is the child yours -only then -Next morning the dwarf appeared, And me you shall never see again And the queen began to say, Caspar," Balthassar," Melchoir "But the dwarf cried out, Nay, nay 1 ,Shaking his little crooked frame, "That's not my name, that's not my name!" $~ IIi ~ _____ ______



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SHOP-O'-MY-THUMB. At last he spoke: Ah, bad luck to the trying, I cannot find them food "To-morrow morning with me to the forest I'll take the little brood I cannot bear to watch this piece meal starving, So, while they run and play, Or gather fagots for me, or pick berries To eat, I'll come away "Oh !" groaned the wife, "I'm sure the wolves will eat them, Poor dears -poor little dears! Yet do as you think best -we all must perish !" Then went to bed in tears. Meanwhile, though all the rqst were sleeping soundly, Hop-o'-my-Thumb had heard, And at the thought of wolves and woods, -in terror His little heart was stirred ; And so he lay and planned; and early dressed him, And ran with all his might Down to the river, where he filled his pockets With pebbles small and white. And, as they started for the wood, he lingered Somewhat behind, and when They came to dismal places, dropped in secret l A pebble now and then. Thick grew the trees; 'twas twilight in their shadows, Although broad day without; But gay the laddies at the fagot-picking Went scampering about, And chattering like a flock of busy sparrows; Till, having hungry grown, They turned to ask their mother for their dinner, And found they were alone Then all but Hop-o'-my-Thumb wailed out affrighted. Don't cry so hard I", said he. I'll find the path, if you'll but keep together And try to follow me !" By the white stones strewn on the dead pine needles, Though night had fallen, he soon Led the way out, and spied their humble cottage, ,, Low lying 'neath the moon. ..



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DAME FIDGET ANIT HER' SEkER PENNY. The rope swayed round for "nay!" So to the rat she beckoned:. "Pray rat gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher, Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water, Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick, Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid, I Kid won't go And I see by the moonlight __ 'Tis long past midnight, And time kid and I were home A scornful squeak was all he deigned, A couple of hours ago !" And so she called the kitten:" Pray cat eat rat, rat won't gnaw rope, '"' "Rope won't hang butcher, butcher won't kill ox, .Ox won't drink water, water won't quench fire, Fire wvn't burn stick, stick won't beat dog, Dog won't bite kid, Kid won't go! ".-; And I see by the moonlight 'Tis long past midnight, And time kid and I were home Hours and hours ago!" Now pussy loved a rat, So she seized him in a minute: / And the cat began to eat the rat, "The rat began to gnaw the rope, /, The rope began to hang the butcher, The butcher began to kill the ox, The ox began to drink the water, The water began to quench the fire, The fire began to burn the stick, ., ...The stick began to beat the dog, The dog began tobite the kid, And the kid. egan to go i t 2 And home through the moonlight, "Long after midnight, "The little dame and little kid Went trudging-oh, so slow! .\Al



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THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. Yet in due time -for I suppose S -He was nearly starved -his pattering toes ,i Were heard again at the little pig's door. .| -j Such a haunted look his visage wore, When the tale he told Of the beast that bumped and bounded and rolled, Up hill, down hill, and everywhere, And chased him away from the Shanklin Fair Then, with all his might, An The little pig laughed outright, Giving a jocular, scornful shout With his saucy snout, As he cried, "0, how would you like to learn You w~i~ : o 'Twas a churn, and that I was in the churn S. Then the wolf exclaimed, I hate your tricks, Your bolted door and your house of bricks I'll eat you anyway -that I'll do "I'll come down the chimney after you !" Still, he came again the very next day, And he knocked and called Little pig, I pray, You will go to the Shanklin Fair with me. Be ready, and I will call at three Now the pig, as he had always done, Got the start of the wolf, and went at one. At the fair he bought him a butter churn, And with it started out to return; But who should he meet The very first one he chanced to spy Upon the street, But the wolf i and it frightened him dreadfully. So he crept inside His churn to hide It began to roll ; he began to ride; Around and around, Along the ground, He passed the wolf with a bump and bound. He was frightened worse than he'd frightened the pig, D By the funny, rumbling rig And he fled in dismay Far out of his own and the little pig's way.



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CONTENTS. I. THE GOLD SPINNER. II. A FISH STORY. III. PUSSY CAT'S DOINGS. IV. THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. v. THE GROUND SQUIRREL. VI. BABY'S TROTTING SONG. VII. JOHN S. CROW. VIII. SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS.



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SAARCHINKOLD. SAARCHINKOLDI I'N TOSE to window, ( n hr Still as a mouse, St "Bank the house." Out of the barrow he shovels the tan, And he piles and packs it as hard as he can "All about the house's feet," Says o" Phunny-kind," Nose to the window, Eager and sweet. Now she comes to the entry door : Grampa -what are you do thatfor? Are you puttin' stockin's on to the house ? (Found her tongue, has Still-as-a-Mouse.) Grandpa twinkles out of his eyes, Straightens his aching back, and tries To look as solemn as Phunny-kind. But the child says : Grampa, is it the wind That keeps you a-shakin' an' shakin' so ?" Then the old man, shaking the more, says: "No! But I'm bankin' the house, Miss Locks-o-gold, To keep out the dreadful Sa-archin' Cold/" And away he chuckles, barrow and all: "'Mazin' thing," he says, to besmall! Folks says the best things 't ever they do Afore they git old 'nough to know !" S.Phunny-kind puzzles her queer,wee brain As slowly she toddles in again: -" Is she a nawful, ugly, old A Giant -or what -this Sa-archinkold ?'



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FOOLISH BOBOLINK. FOOLISH BOBOLINK. BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. And Teddy would like to creep Tip-toe across the meadow, And for just one minute stoop and peep Under the clover shadow. B1 HAT a silly boboHe would do no harm -not he i S link, But would only see, see, see! Down in the meadow grasses! What can the noisy fellow "think, "When, to everyone who passes, He calls out cheeriy, Here, here is my nest i See see He could hide the summer through In the thick, sweet-smelling clover, Nor could anyone from dawn to dew, H:s little house discover, Did he not make so free With the secret-" Here see! see!" Little Ted has ears and eyes, And how can he keep from knowing Just where the cosy treasure lies, When bobolink, coming, going,, Shouts, plain as plain And what would he find below can be, The sheltering grass, you wonder ? Here, here is a Why, a nest, of course, and an egg oi ;s, nest! See! A mother's dark wings under. see But bobolink -he woilld flee In a fright-" A boy! see! see i So Teddy, whose heart is kind, Though he'longs to venture near him, Sighs to himself, "Ah, never mind i" And listens, glad to hear him I, \\" Shouting, in tireless glee, "Here, here is my nest See! see



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JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK. At last he came to a path that led To a house he had never seen before; And he begged of a woman there some bread; But she heard her husband, the Giant. roar, And she gave him a shove in the old brick oven, And shut the door. And the Giant sniffed, and beat his breast, i, And grumbled low, "Fe, f, fo, fum /" His poor wife prayed he would sit and rest,"I smell fresh meat I will have some !" He cried the louder, Fe, f, fo, fum / I will have some." He ate as much as would feed ten men, And drank a barrel of beer to the dregs; Then he called for his little favorite hen, As under the table he stretched his legs, And he roared Ho ho "--like a buffalo-"Lay your gold eggs She laid a beautiful egg of gold; And at last the Giant began to snore; Jack waited a minute, then, growing bold, He crept from the oven along the floor, And caught the hen in his arms, and then Fled through the door. "But the Giant heard him leave the house, And followed him out, and bellowed Oh-oh 1" But Jack was as nimble as a mouse, And sang as he rapidly slipped below :" Hitcity-hatchet, my little red jacket, And down Igo/" Giant howled; and gnashed his teeth. A t down first, and, in a flash, dder from underneath; 10 pt and Bean-stalk, in one dash, ally, o dilly-dally, 'Fell with a crash. jack fame, and riches, too; gold-egg hen would lay '.eer he told her to, One fifty times a day. i mother lived with each other In peace alway.



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THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. Pig thought he should fall from where he sat, S, So heaxy his heart went pit-a-pat. But he answered, The nicest under the sun -"~ I'll throw down one The wolf ran after it as he threw it, And, before he knew it, The pig was out of the tree, and as fleet As his four little feet Could scamper he fled, On, into his house, while after him sped The wolf, with a savage voice and face, In a furious chase. He was long and slim, But the little pig proved too swift for him. The wolf saw then He was cheated again; But, I know where's a lovely apple tree," In a winsome voice said he. ) >-_ And the wise little.pig, from where he sat, Peered out and smiled, "Where's that?" .. < At the Merry Garden; if you'll be fair, And it's pleasant weather, We two together At five in the morning will go there." Ah, sly and cunning The little pig was, for as early as four He was out next day, and running, running, Hoping to get the apples before The wolf was up. But the apple-tree Proved twice as far as he thought 'twould be. He climbed the boughs in the greatest haste, And thought to himself, I'll only taste, As a bit of a lunch." But soon, crunch, crunch, He had eaten a score -then what should he see But the big gray wolf just under the tree Yes, there he stood, Trying to look as meek as he could, And he said, "Little pig, are the apples good ?



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LAME FIDGET AND HER SILVER PENNY. IAMI I ET^DnER-OlLV RFENN^. 1 -.sw rz P?/',MRa. rtARA 7or -r ATEs. A WEE, wee woman To sweep for the cinders, Was little old Dame Fidget, r Though never were there any, And she lived by herself She whisked about, and brushed about, In a wee, wee room, ^ Humming like a bee; And early every morning, When, odd enough, one day So tidy was her habit, She found a silver penny, She began to sweep it out Shining in a corner, With a wee, wee broom. As bright as bright could be. She eyed it, she took it a Between her thumb and finger; She put it in the sugar bowl "And quickly shut the lid; "7 "/ And after planning over carefully The way to spend it, She resolved to go to market And to buy herself a kid. And that she did next day; but, ah, -, The kid proved very lazy \.. .And it moved toward home so slowly She could scarcely see it crawl; At first she coaxed and petted it, f-And then she stormed and scolded, Just then Dame Fidget saw a dog run by, ..i Till at last when they had reached the bridge, And whistled to him, It would not go at all. And cried:-"Pray dog bite kid, Kid won't go i I see by the moonlight. 'Tis almost midnight, And time kid and I were home A Half an hour ago !" .... \ But no, he said he wouldn't; "So to the stick she pleaded:"Pray stick beat dog, dog won't bite kid, 0 ,Kid won't go! I see by the moonlight 'Tis almost midnight, And time kid and I were home "Half an hour ago!



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ALADDIN. Him she wedded. They lived without trouble With a shrewdness which would have done credit As long as the lamp was their own; To even a Yankee boy, he But one day, like the burst of a bubble, Sought the lamp where the wizard had hid it, The palace and Princess were gone ; And, turning a mystical key Without wings to fly they had flown Brought it forth, and then, rubbin with glee, And Aladdin, dismayed to discover "Back to China !" he cried. In a minute That the lamp had been stolen away, The marvellous palace uprose, Bent all of his strength to recover With the Princess Badroulboudour in it The treasure, and day after day, Unruffled in royal repose, He journeyed this way and that way; With her jewels and cloth-of-gold clothes; And at last, after terrible hazard, And with gay clouds of banners and towers, After many a peril and strife, With its millions of slaves, white and black, He found that the vengeful old wizard, It was borne by obedient Powers, Who had made the attempt on his life, As swift as the wind on its track, Had stolen lamp, princess and wife. And ere one could count ten it was back And ever thereafter, Aladdin Clung close to the lamp of his fate, Whatever the robe he was clad in, Or whether he fasted or ate; And at all hours, early and late! Right lucky was Lord Aladdin!



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SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS. SILVER LOCKS AND THE BEARS. VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. QILVER Locks was a little girl, Lovely and good; She strayed out one day And got lost in the wood, And was lonely and sad, Till she came where there stood The house which belonged to the Bears. / IShe pulled the latch string, And the door opened wide; She peeped softly.first, And at last stepped inside; So tired her little feet Were that she cried, And so hungry she, sobbed to herself. She did not know Whether to stay or to go; But there were three chairs Standing all in a row, And there were three bowls Full of milk white as snow, And there were three beds by the wvall. But the Father Bear's chair Was too hard to sit in it, __-And the Mother Bear's chair -Was too hard to sit in it; But the Baby Bear's chair Was so soft in a minute She had broken it all into pieces. And the Father Bear's milk Was too sour to drink, And the Mother Bear's milk Was too sour to drink; But the Baby Bear's milk .-Was so sweet, only think, When she tasted she drank it all up.



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CINDERELLA. SDOOR, pretty little thing she was, ;;--The sweetest-faced of girls, And a mass of tossing curls; But her step-mother had for her Only blows and bitter words, While she thought her own -two ugly crows, The whitest of all birds. She was the little household drudge, "And wore a cotton gown, While the sisters, clad in silk and satin, Flaunted through the town. When her work was done, her only place Was the chimney-corner bench, For which one called her Cinderella," The other, "Cinder-wench." But years-went on, and Cinderella i Bloomed like a wild-wood rose, -In spite of all her kitchen-work, And her common, dingy clothes; While the two step-sisters, year by year, Grew scrawnier and plainer; Two peacocks, with their tails outspread, Were never any vainer. One day they got a note, a pink, .__---'._ -. Sweet-scented, crested one, Which was an invitation SAnd when the ball-night came at last, V She helped to paint their faces, TTo lace their satin shoes, and deck I | Them up with flowers and laces ; aThen watched their coach roll grandly runOut of sight; and, after that, "". iShe sat down by the chimney, S-i In the cinders, with the cat,



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CAMPING OUT. A leaf on the water lay afloat, Which the blundering Beetle thought a boat. "Far down in his heart his dearest wish Was to find some hitherto unfound fish. He never came back from that fatal swim, So 'twas always thought that a fish found him. Dame Spider, with mischief in her eye, Thought she would angle for a fly; So, spinning a silk thread, long and fine, With wicked skill she cast the line ; While Bumble Bee, in his gold-laced clothes, In the shade of a clover leaf lay for a doze. At night when the cheery fire was lit They heaped dry branches over it, And in the light of the crackling blaze Told funny stories of other days, And smoked, till the Ant yawned wide and said: 'Tis time we folks were all abed! Miss Worm, who was full of sentiment, With the maiden Ant for a ramble went; Here was a flower, and there a flower But suddenly rose a thunder shower. They screamed; but they got on very well, For they found what the Ant called an "uinberell." ~ --_ \ -But scarce was each to his slumber laid, = When the country folks came to serenade; "1U V t With twang of fiddle, and toot of horn, And shriek of fife, they stayed till morn! S-Poor Campers never a wink got they '_-So they started for home at break of day.



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GOODY TWO-SHOES. GOODY TWO-SHOES. VE ISIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. SWO-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell es How the little creature caml e b By so odd a name. T7 '14\,0 It was very long ago, "In the days of good Queen Bess, When upon the colrd world's care, bare; Fatherless and motherless, tre There were thrown two helpless ones, Destitute as they could be; Tom, they called the little boy, And the girl was Margery. Many a day they cried for food When the cup-board shelves were bare Many an hour they roamed the streets Scarcely knowing why or where. // / As to kindred, all were dead; As to shelter, they had none; As to shoes, Tom had a pair; Little Margery had but one! One-Shoe, One-Shoe, Think of Little One-Shoe! Think how never a pretty boot Was buttoned on the tender foot; Nor yet a slipper, fairy-light, S With dainty knot or buckle bright! !go \VU 81



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CAMPING OUT. CAMPING OUT. BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. Io So they all decided that they must seek Their health in the country for a week. And they made a mixed-but a merry throng, For those who had children took them along. SThey pitched their tent and made their camp, Shelter from possible cold and damp. D AME SPIDER had spun herself lank and thin With trying to take her neighbors in; :2-, Grasshopper had traveled so far and so fast That he found he must give up at last; And the maiden Ant had bustled about The village till she was all worn out. -..... 'Twas novel, and each in his own way Sought to make happy the holiday. Grasshopper took his youngest daughter Out for a stroll along the water; She shrieked with joy, "0, see the cherries!" ""When they found some low-bush huckleberries. Old Bumble Bee had lived on sweet Till he couldn't help but overeat; Miss Worm had measured her puny length Till she had no longer any strength; And Mr. Beetle was shocked to find His eyes were failing and almost blind.



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BABY'S TROTTING SONG. SOME, see how the ladies ride, All so pretty, all so gay, S .in their beauty, in their pride, a Down Broadway, I Prancing horses silver shod, All so pretty, all so gay; -,Puncely featheis bend and nod, 2 Down lBroadway. Jiggety jog, jgrety-jog oer the Inountain, through the booThat's the way the farmers go, Hear the news and see the show; Pumpkins round strapped on behind, Egss in baskets, too, you'll incl, Soon to change for calico fi o That's the way the farmners go. Z SBells a-jingle, fingers tingle, ".. ~ Ditto toes, likewise nose. .The wind dcloth blow, "And all the snow S: Around doth scatter; Our teeth they chatter, But that's no matterJingle, jar, horse car, The song rngs clear Iake a seat upon my lap, And never a mutter, SClinga on, swing on by the strap; As we fly in o eu cutter. Here a stop, and there a startLet me off, I'll take a cart I Sword and piqtols by their side, And that's the way the officers ride I Boots stretched out like a letter V, we belong to the cavalry Over the hurdles after the hounds, tii ra-la the hunting-horn soundsDashaway, slashaway, reckless and fast! Crashaway, smashaway, tumbled at last id cc;Ni



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THE BABES IN THE WOOD. Meanwhile each ruffian surly sat, SIn dark and restless mood; "Little the prattlers, in their joy, Such silence understood, As on through the warm early day They rode towards the wood. They reached the leafy wilderness, For blows fell, and the.kindly one And then the way grew wild; Dropped to the earth and died ; But ever with new glee the babes The children sank upon the ground, The gathering gloom beguiled. Trembling and terrified, Until, at last, quite cheered and won, And clung together, wondering, One of the ruffians smiled. And moaned, and sobbed, and cried. Love had o'ercome within his breast Then he who lived led them away, His wicked avarice. Both shivering with dread; "I will not kill the little things," They begged for food ; he paused a space He said, "for any price! "Stay here awhile," he said, Then passed hot words between the two, "And I will go into the town But only once or twice, At once, and fetch you bread." S' He went. In their sweet innocence -They trusted to his word; Meanwhile, the sparkling morning sun With a grey cloud was blurred And long, in vain, they waited there, Nor cried again, nor stirred 1 V 11/fCia dli



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THE BABES IN THE WOOD. C OME, list to my story, Of eyes, my dear children, More sorry, by far, Yours are not the first, To her who must tell it, Through whose teary lashes, And you who will hear it, In soft, pitying splashes, Than all others are! The warm drops have burst 'Tis the darling of each, who At hearing it. Many, Has spirit so mild For hundreds of years, As to grieve for the Human -Have in the same fashion The sad man or woman, Their heartfelt compassion ___ Or desolate child Shown thus-with their tears! A dying father in his arms Two children did enfold. The eldest one, a little boy. Was only three years old ; Even less than that had served to tint The baby's head with gold. The mother, too, lay ill to death, "No human power might save, And to her darlings, that same hour, "Her farewell blessing gave. Father and mother -one in life Were laid in the same grave. But, ere the latest breath was drawn, The father's brother came Nearest of kin, upon whose love The orphaned ones had claim And he made oath to cherish thenm As his own blood and name.



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THE BABES IN THE WOOD. The will devised three hundred pounds A year unto the son, Three hundred, on her marriage-day, To Jane, the little one. Thus it was from the uncle's greed That trouble first begun. For if, by chance, they both should die, He was to have their gold ; HIe felt no love for either child-His heart was hard and cold. And, while he promised fair, he planned A scheme both bad and bold. A twelvemonth did his darksome mind Plot for the dreadful deed. Two brutal ruffians he hired To help him in his need; And yet, so secret were his ways, None knew to intercede. He formed a wily, plausive tale, And told it everywhere, HIow the two children were to go, Under the best of care Two friends of his -for holiday To London, for the fair. The horses stood before the gate, The ruffians twain astride; And gay with scarlet girth and rein They started, side by side. O, blithe the babies' spirits were, That they could have a ride For every pretty sight they saw, For every sound they heard, The boy had noisy laugh or shout, The girl had winsome word He questioned, never satisfied, She chattered like a bird.



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ALADDIN. Pried up the great rock, rolled it over The door with an oath and a stamp ; Stay there under that little cover, And die of the mildew and damp," He shouted, or give me the lamp Aladdin saw darkness fall o'er him; He clutched at the lamp in his hand, And, happening to rub it, before him A Genius stood, stately and grand. Whence he came he could not understand. I obey you," it said, and whatever You ask for, or wish, you shall have! Rub the lamp but the least bit soever, It calls me, for I am its slave i Aladdin said, "Open this cave !" He was freed from the place in a minute ; And he rubbed once again:" Take me home l" ill Home he was. And as blithe as a linnet Rubbed again for the Genius with: Come, I am dying for food; get me some Thus at first he but valued his treasure Because simple wants it supplied. Grown older it furnished him pleasure; And then it brought riches beside; And, at last, it secured him his bride. SNow the Princess most lovely of any Was Badroulboudour, (what a name !) Who, though sought for and sued for by many, No matter how grandly they came, Yet merrily laughed them to shame, Until with his riches and splendor, Aladdin as lover enrolled! For the first thing he did was to send her Some forty great baskets of gold, And all the fine gems they would hold. Then he built her a palace, set thickly With jewels at window and door; And all was completed so quickly She saw bannered battlements soar "Q= Where was nothing an hour before.



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DAME SPIDER. DAME SPIDER. BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. "O, no," he cried. "I am off to discover What I can find fresh in the way of white clover; But since your window is cosy and shady, I will sit down half a minute, dear Lady." Little Dame Spider arose with a rustle, Welcomed him with ceremonious bustle; Quick as a flash threw her long arms around him, Heeded no buzzing, but held him and bound him; LITTLE Dame Spider had finished her spinning, Just as the warm summer day was beginning, And the white threads of her beautiful curtain Tied she and glued she to make them more certain. Dressed in her old-fashioned feathers and fringes, Then she sat down to wait; on silken hinges Swung the light fleece with a moonshiny glisten; Nothing for her but to watch and to listen. Tied knots so tight that he could not undo them; Wove snares so strong that he could not break through them; SThen, with are lish, stood chuckling and grinning, "This is to pay me for my early spinning!" i At the home-hive the bees going and coming Kept up all day their industrious humming, SNor did it one of their busy heads bother "That Madame Spider had dined off their brother. Presently, going off early to labor, Bowing politely, as neighbor to neighbor, When he caught sight of this little old woman, -' Sailed by a honey-bee, serge-clad and common. "Are you so scornful because I am humble ?Many a time your rich relatives, Bumble, Pause in their flying to chat for an hour!" She called out after him, half gay, half sour.



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CINDERELLA. Be sure you get back here, my dear, At twelve o'clock at night," i Godmother said, and in a twinkling She was out of sight. i' When Cinderella reached the ball, And entered at the door, i So beautiful a lady None had ever seen before. The Prince his admiration showed "In every word and glance; He led her out to supper, And he chose her for the dance But she kept in mind the warning That her Godmother had given, And left the ball, with All its charml., b i At just half after eleven. Next night there was another ball; "She helped her sisters twain To pinch their waists, and curl their hair, And paint their cheeks again. Then came the fairy Godmother, And, with her wand, once more Arrayed her out in greater splendor Even than before. SThe coach and six, with gay outriders, Bore her through the street, And a crowd was gathered round to look, The lady was so sweet, K So light of heart, and face, and mien, As happy children are; And when her foot stepped down, / Her slipper twinkled like a star. Again the Prince chose only he. For waltz or tete-a-tete; So swift the minutes flew she did not Dream it could be late, But all at once, remembering What her Godmother had said, And hearing twelve begin to strike Sd Upon the clock, she fled. 11 U Swift as a swallow on the wing I' She darted, but, alas! Dropped from one flying foot the tiny Slipper made of glass; But she got away, and well it was S".( i She did, for in a trice "" r coach changed to a pumpkin, "And her horses became mice;



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THE GOLD-SPINNER. :2" s .*, I V THE GOLD -SPINNER. SMILLER had a daughter, And lovely, too, she was; Her step was light, her smile was bright, Her eyes were gray as glass. i. .(So Chaucer loved to write of eyes / In which that nameless azure lies •P ./,4 So like shoal-water in its hue, SThough all too crystal clear for blue.) SAs you would suppose, the miller \TWas very proud of her, And would never fail to tell some tale As to what her graces were. X On the powdery air of his o~vn mill Floated the w hispers of her skill; At the village inn the loungers knew All that the pretty girl could do. -Oft in his braggart way S This foolish tale he told, That his daughter could spin from bits of straw Continuous threads of gold! So boastful had he grown, forsooth, That he cared but little for the truth: 3ut since this was a curious thing It came to the knowledge of the king. SHe thought it an old wife's fable, But senseless stuff at best; Yet, as he had greed, he cried, Indeed ..I will put her powers to test." 7 With a wave of his hand, he further said That to-morrow morning the clever maid I Should come to the castle, and he would see What truth in the story there might be.



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BLUE-BEARD. j Oh Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ?" "I see the burning sun," she answered, and the waving grass S...... M eanwhile old Blue-beard down below was whetting up his cutlass, l And shouting : Come down quick, or I'll come after you, my lass "One little minute more to pray, one minute more 1 she pleaded To hope how slow the minutes are, to dread how swift they pass! "Oh, just one little minute more, -one minute more to pray ( "Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ? "SI aI see two horsemen riding, but they yet are very far" She waved them with her handkerchief ; it bade them, hasten, hasten Then Blue-beard stamped his foot so hard it made the whole huuse jar; SAnd, rushing up to where his wife knelt, swung his glittering culass, As Indians do a tomahawk, and shrieked: How slow.you are !" "Just then, withou, was heard the beat of hoofs upon the pavement, The doors flew back, the marble floors rang to a hurried tread. Two horsemen, with their swords in hand, came storming up the stairway, And with one swoop of their good swords they cut off Blue-beard's head "Down fell his cruel arm, the heavy cutlass falling with it, S And, instead of its old, ugly blue, his beard was bloody red .O *:: *Of course, the tyrant dead, his wife had all his vast possessions; She gave her sister Anne a dower to marry where she would The brothers were rewarded with commissions in the army ; And as for Blue-beard's wife, she did exactly as she should, She wore no weeds, she shed no tears ; but very shortly after SMarried a man as fair to look at as his heart was good. Al" &L.""



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THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. But the pig built a fire, high and hot, And filled with water his dinner pot, And just as the wolf came down the flue, Scraping his ribs as he slipped through, What did he do But lift the cover, and let him fall Into the pot -hide, hair and all! And what next he did Was to slide the lid Quick over the pot; "It's boiling hot It'll maybe cook him, and maybe not," He cried in glee, "' But I'll let him be, And when it is dinner-time I'll see That day he dined quite to his mind; And he mused to himself, I'm half inclined To think, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, That this is the best way to take wolves in! "-----------------------------I;z



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XXIII. THE SLEEPING PRINCESS. XXIV. JACK AND GILL XXV. LITTLE BO-PEEP. XXVI. HOP O'-MY-THUMB. XXVII. THE BABES IN THE WOOD. XXVIII. THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. XXIX. GOODY TWO-SHOES. XXX. SA ARCHINKOLD.



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CINDERELLA. And sobbed as if her heart would break. A --. ^r Hot tears were on her lashes, I Her little hands got black with soot, J' '\ Her feet begrimed with ashes, ,\ 1 -^rii' 'v When right before her, on the hearth, She knew not how nor why, A little odd old woman stood, And said, Why do you cry ?" "i" It is so very lonely here," Poor Cinderella said, .* ^ ^1 And sobbed again. The little odd ", Ai -Old woman bobbed her head, And laughed a merry kind of laugh, And whispered, Is that all? i Wouldn't my little Cinderella Like to go to the ball? ?\ S" Run to the garden, then, and fetch SA pumpkin, large and nice; Go to the pantry shelf, and from The mouse-traps get the mice; Rats you will find in the rat-trap; t And, from the watering-pot, Or from under the big, flat garden stone, Six lizards must be got." Nimble as crickets in the grass She ran, till it was done, And then God-mother stretched her wand And touched them every one. The pumpkin changed into a coach, Which glittered as it rolled, And the mice became six horses, With harnesses of gold. One rat a herald was, to blow A trumpet in advance, And the first blast that he sounded Made the horses plunge and prance; And the lizards were made footmen, Because they were so spry; And the old rat-coachman on the box SWore jeweled livery. And then on Cinderella's dress |I The magic wand was laid, And straight the dingy gown became S. A glistening gold brocade. "The gems that shone upon her fingers _---Nothing could surpass; S..And on her dainty little feet ,, Were slippers made of glass.



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GOODY TWO-SHOES. Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Eager Goody Two-Shoes! When the magic art she knew, She planned to help poor children too ; And those who had no chance to learn Their letters, she would teach in turn. Now, in the days of good Queen Bess, Few books were printed, very few None, scarcely, for the little folks; So Margery studied what to do. / She cut from proper blocks of wood Sets of the letters: A, B, C; And in some cosy shady place Would group the children round her knee And teach them -not alone to read, But how to spell, and how to sing; And how to practice gentle ways, And to be kind to everything. Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, All living things seemed drawn to her: So grew Goody Two-Shoes! A helpless lamb, whose dam had died, First a maiden, comely, sweet; She reared and tended till he ran Then a woman, wise, discreet; Tame as a kitten at her side ; Called now, as a courtesy, Little Mrs. Margery. A sky-lark stolen from its nest Sang on her finger, though he knew An honored, faithful teacher she! His unclipped wings were free to soar And every year an added grace, At will into the heaven's blue; More fair than youth's fair roses are, Blossomed upon her charming face. A raven which had fought and torn .. Its captor's hand with savage beak, S-And which at first could only croak, Jumper, the dog, watched all her steps With constant eyes and jealous love; A great cat purred and rubbed her dress And on her shoulder perched a dove. S; Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Ah me, Margery Two-Shoes Maybe the days of good Queen Bess Were times of wisdom; nevertheless, Witches (the people said) might beAnd a witch they thought our Margery



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THREE LITTLE KITTENS. I:i, St-i-i-g to se --_=-' V She is off to that dream-land paradise Of cats, where cupboards are full of mice ; :iii Where white and sweet and big as the sea -t Are the saucers of warm new milk-ah me, There is no cream :! S Like that in a dream There the ways of things are very absurd; -d For a bobolink, or a yellow bird, Comes of its own accord, and sits On ever) knitting-needle that knits, / And pipes and sings, As the rocker swings. --7Suddenly there is a noise of feet-Rattle and clatter and patter and beat! Old Puss makes a flying leap from her chair, With a half-awake and startled stare, ( Striving to see What it nray; be. Old mother Puss is dreadfully cross, Helter-skelter the kittens appear; At the spoiled dream first, then at the loss; "Oh mother dear, we very much fear And with floods of tears down either cheek That we have lost our mittens they cry. Each frightened kitten tries to speak : You have ? Then you shall have no pie "Miew, miew, miew Lost your mittens? Miew, miew, miew i" You naughty kittens !" A smart cuff over their little brains Is the only answer the mother deigns Not another word from one of you i" r IIt means so without more ado, Ashamed and sl6w LOS T Away they go. +FCENTS. 4.;



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BLUE-BEARD. Then, at once, upon her mind the unknown fate that had befallen The other wives of Blue-beard flashed -'twas now no mystery I She started back as cold as icicles, as white as ashes, l And upon the clammy floor her trembling fingers dropped the key. She caught it up, she whirled the bolt to, shut the sight behind her, And like a startled deer at sound of hunter's gun, fled she I She reached her room with gasping breath,-behold, another terror V Upon the key within her hani she saw a ghastly stain; She rubbed it with her handkerchief, she washed in soap and water, She scoured it with sand and stone, but all was done in vain For when one side, by dint of work, grew bright, upon the other (It was bewitched, you know, ) came out that ugly spot again SAnd then, unlooked-for, who should come next morning, bright and early, But old Blue-beard himself who hadn't been away a week He kissed his wife, and, after a brief pause, said, smiling blandly: "I'd like my keys, my dear." He saw a tear upon her cheek, And guessed the truth. She gave him all but one. He scowled and grumbled: I want the key to the small room Poor thing, she could not speak He saw at once the stain it bore while she turned pale and paler, "You've been where I forbade you Now you shall go there to stay Prepare yourself to die at once he cried. The frightened lady li Could only fall before him pleading : Give me time to pray Just fifteen minutes by the clock he granted. To her chamber She fled, but stopped to call her sister Anne by the way. " 0, sister Anne, go to the tower and watch! she cried, "Our brothers Were coming here to-day, and I have got to die Oh, fly, and if you see them, wave a signal! Hasten hasten And Anne went flying like a bird up to the tower high.. Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ?" Called the praying lady up the tower-stairs with piteous cry. .IA,



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TONY. TONY. BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. "W HISKaway in the sun His little flying feet Scamper as softly fleet As ever the rabbits run. SH..e is gone like a flash, and then "In a breath is back again. The silky flosses shine Down to his very toes: Tipped with white is his nose: And his ears are fleeces fine, Blowing a shadow-grace Breeze-like about his face. SQuick to a whistled call Hearkens his ready ear, Scarcely waiting to hear; Silk locks, white feet, all Rush, like a furry elf Tumbling over himself. How does he sleep ? He winks Twice with his mischief eyes; SDozes a bit; then lies Down with a sigh; then thinks Over some roguish play, And is up and away! F-___---



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THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. Again she settles herself and sleeps; This time she dreams that she crouches and creeps, A great gray tiger along the grass, While herds of soft-eyed antelopes pass, -------. -------When-patter, patter! Dame Puss goes out to wash her paws, "Now what's the matter ?" And to comb her whiskers with her claws, When again the troublesome three appear Again, with a scramble, the three appear; "Oh mother dear, see here-see here! "Oh mammy dear, see here, see here, Distressed and shy We have found our mittens-see they cry. They begin to cry. You have ? Then you shall have some pie Found your mittens ? You nice, nice kittens !" She goes to the oven; there is a pie ; She sets it out on the floor close by; 'Tis smoking hot, and covered with juice; And she says to them, "Eat as much as you choose." So up to the chin, They all dclip in. I I R i I'



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THE THREE LITTLE FIGS. And'all his puffing, The house would not fall in And so, despite His appetite, S He was forced to go with never a bite, And for once, at least, was cheated out "" Of the little pig with the saucy snout. ""V N, nOf the wily kind, Though, he was, and he whined, "" I know, little pig, where we can find Some nice fresh turnips !" Pig grunted, "Where ? O, over at Smith's, in his home field It's not far there. If it's pleasant weather Shall we go together To-morrow at six ? "Yes," piggie squealed. And along came the same wolf as before, And knocked at the door, Thump, thump, and cried, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in But the pig replied, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Then the wolf filled his cheeks out on each side, Like a bellows, to blow, And he howled, "O ho Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" Well, he huffed and he puffed and he huffed, And he puffed and he huffed and he puffed, But with all his huffing, But what should the little pig contrive 7.But to rise at five Next day, and to go through the early dew To the field where the turnips grew; ..They were plenty and sweet, And he ate of them all he cared to eat, And tookl enough for his dinner, and then Went home again. The wolf came promptly at six o'clock, Gave a friendly knock, And asked the pig, Are you ready to go ? " Why, I'd have vou know I've already been there, and beside --I've enough for dinner," the pig replied.



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DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT. Jangled a musical chime together, Over the miles of blooming heather : "Turn, turn, turn again, Whittington, Thri.c Lord Mayor of London town! And he turned -so cfeered. he was at that And, meeting a boy who carried a cat He bought the cat with his only penny,-i For where he had slept the mice were many. -' Back to the merchant's his way he took, To the pans and potatoes and cruel cook, And he found Miss Puss a fine device, Then the Moorish king spoke up so bold: For she kept his garret clear of mice. I will give you eighteen bags of gold, If you will sell me the little thing." "I will and the cat belonged to the-king. SWhen the good ship's homeward voyage was done, The money was paid to Dick Whittington; At his master's wish 'twas put in trade; Each dollar another dollar made. Richer he grew each month and year, "Honored by all both far and near; -_ With his master's daughter for a wife, He lived a prosperous, noble life. And the tune the Bow-bells sang that day, The merchant was sending his ship abroad, When to Highgate Hill he ran away, Ahd-he let each servant share her load; "Turn, turn, turn again, Whittington, One gent this thing, and one sent that, Thrice Lord Mayor of London town,"Amd little Dick Whittington sent his cat. The ship sailed out and over the sea, Till she touched at last at a far country; And while she waited to sell her store, The captain and officers went ashore. They dined with the king; the tables fine Groaned with the meat and fruit and wine; But, as soon as the guests were ranged about, Millions of rats and mice came out. They swarmed on the table, and on the floor, Vp.froni the crevices, in at the door, They swept the food away in a breath, nd the guests were frightened almost to death! To lose their dinners they thought a shame. In the course of time came true and right, The captain sent for the cat. She came He was Mayor of London, and Sir Knight; And right and left, in a wonderful way, And in English history he is known,, She threw, and slew, and spread dismay. By the name of Sir Richard Whittington



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SAARCHINKOLD. She says, Is my bed got a fing like you said A 'comfut' -vat I can put over my head ?" (Oh, Phil! naughty boy!) says grandma; -" yes, dear / Your bed's got a comfut,' so never you fear And you should be in it, for see, the old clock Points just to your bed-time, and says' tick-tock!'"! Well, grampa, I'm goin' as quick as I can, If you'll only give me a handful of 'tan.' "What for ? "Oh, I'm jus' goin' to take it to bed, 'Cos, I recollec' every word that you said, And gramma, and Phil ; for allof you told c How comfits,' and 'tan'' keef out SA-ARCHINKOLD !" _71



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THE SLEEPING PRINCESS. And there for a century the Princess Lay in a trance so deep That neither the roar of winds nor thunder Could rouse her from her sleep. Then at last one day, past the long-enchanted Old wood, rode a new king's son, Who, catching a glimpse of a royal turret Above the forest dun Felt in his heart a strange wi.,! ior exploring / The thorny and briery place, And, lo, a path through the deepest thicket Opened before his face On, on he went, till he spied a terrace, And further a sleeping guard, And rows of soldiers upon their carbines Leaning, and snoring hard. Up the broad steps The doors swung backward The wide halls heard no tread! N a lofty chamber, opening, showed him "A gold and purple bed. Ice spoke the word, and the spell was scattered, The enchantment broken through! And there in her beauty, warm and glowing, The lady woke. "Dear Prince," she murmured, The enchanted Princess lay! "How long I have waited for you!" While only a word from his lips was needed To drive her sleep away. Thenat oncethe whole great slumbering palace Was wakened and all astir; Yet the Prince, in joy at the Sleeping Beauty, Could only look at her. She was the bride who for years an hundred Had waited for him to come, And now that the hour was here to claim her, Should eyes or tongue be dumb ? 'The Princess blushed at his royal wooing, Bowed "ves" with her lovely head, And the chaplain, yawning, but very lively, I eCame in and they were wed! But about the dress of the happy Princess, ___I have my woman's fears___--_ It must have grown somewhat old-fashioned •_ -In the course of so many years i -A



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HICKORY DICKORY DOCK. Ha i i h i !W TICK-TACK tick-tack! This way, that way, forward; back, Swings the pendulum to and fro, Always regular, always slow. Grave and solemn on the wall, Hear it whisper hear it call! "Little Ginx knows naught of Time, IBut has heard the mystic rhyme, "Hickory, dickory, dock I The mouse ran up the clock !" Tick-tack tick-tack White old face with figures black! So when dismal, stormy days Keep him from his out-door plays, Most that he cares for is to sit Watching, always watching it. And when the hour strikes he thinks, (A dear, wise head has the'little Ginx!) -" The clock strikes one, The mice run down Tick-tack tick-tack This way, that way, forward, back! Though so measured and precise, Ginx believes it full of mice. "pA mouse runs up at every tick, 0 R But when the stroke comes, scampering quick, Mice run down again; so they go, S Up and down, and to and fro ![ Hickory, dickory, dock, Full of mice is the clock!



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THE SLEEPING PRINCESS. The Princess grew, from her very cradle Lovely and witty and good; And at last, in the course of years, had blossomed Into full sweet maidenhood. And one day, in her father's summer palace, As blithe as the very air, She climbed to the top of the highest turret, Over an old worn stair And there in the dusky cobwebbed garret, Where dimly the daylight shone, A little, doleful, hunch-backed woman Sat spinning all alone. 0 Goody," she cried," what are you doing?" K Why, spinning, you little dunce !" The Princess laughed: "'Tis so very funny, Pray let me try it once With a careless touch, from the hand of Goody She caught the half-spun thread, And the fatal spindle pricked her finger i Down fell she as if dead And Goody shrieking, the frightened courtiers Climbed up the old worn stair Onfy to find, in heavy slumber, The Princess lying there. They bore her down to a lofty chamber, They robed her in her best, I And on a couch of gold and purple .. ..They laid her for her rest, --The roses upon her cheek still blooming, ___And the red still on her lips, While the lids of her eyes, like night-shut lilies, Were closed in white eclipse. SThen the fairy who strove her fate to alter _From the dismal doom of death, ____ :__ -Now that the vital hour impended, Came hurrying in a breath. And then about the shimbering palace The fairy made up-spring A wood so heavy and dense that never Could enter a living thing.



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DAME FIDGET AND HER SILVER PENNY. But the stick didn't stir, S o-'-s, t. 7 So she called upon the fire:N / Pray fire burn stick, stick won't beat dog, Dog won't bite kid, Kid won't go And I see by the moonlight 'V 'Tis almost midnight, And time kid and I were home SHalf an hour ago!" But the fire only smoked, ..4 A'' So she turned and begged the water: --: "Pray water quench fire, fire won't burn stick, Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid, r Kid won't go I I see by the moonlight And time kid and I were home ."v., An hour and a half ago" ""Ha, ha! the water gurgled, So to the ox appealing:S.. "Pray ox drink water, water won't quench fire, id .Fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog, 7 ; Dog won't bite kid, Kid won't go! i \ And I see by the moonlight -., 'Tis already midnight, And time kid and I were home But the ox bellowed no !" An hour and a half ago So she shouted to the butcher:S"Pray butcher kill ox, ox won't drink water, Water.won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick, Stick won't beat dog, dog-won't bite kid, Kid won't go I see by the moonlight I 'Tis getting past midnight, And time kid and I were home An hour and a half ago i But the butcher only laughed at her, -, And to the rope she hurried:_ -" Pray rope htng butcher, butcher won't kill ox, "Ox won't drink, water, water won't quench fire, Fire won't burn stick, stick wof't beat dog. N .Dog won't bite kid, Kid won't go! And I see by the moonlight 'Tis getting past midnight, And time kid and I were home An hour and a half ago." 1



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GOODY TWO-SHOES. ~--. 'Twas Nickey Noodle, a simpleton, Who raised the cry, "A witch, a witch Then she was summoned to the court, Amused, or grieved, she scarce knew which. Plenty of friends, however, proved l how false was Justice Shallow's plea That She must be a witch, because Because of the raven, don't you see ? Sir Edward Lovell, a baronet, Who stood in court and saw her grace Her sweet good sense, her dignity, And the pure beauty of her face, Sighed heavily in his high-born breast As Mrs. Margery was set free, Saying, I know she is a witch, For, ah, she so bewitches me ( ... .. (( i iII



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GOODY TWO-SHOES. --4 "He watched her go her quiet ways, And vowed, whatever might betide, If his best love could win her heart And hand, then she should be his bride. Two-Shoes, Two-ShoesLady Lovell, if she choose! Her the noble lover wooed, Humbly, as a lover should, Eagerly, as lover ought, With entire heart and thought. "" What her answer, all may guess, For the old church chinrrie that rung Its next wedding anthem sung With a most delighted tongue: >-E 7 rn4__



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SAARCHINKOLD. "Oh-oo cries Phunny-kind, "how does she look? "To be sure I'11 picture her just like a book. -Her nose -is an icicle, sharp and strong, To poke in at every hole and crack; Her eyes gleam frostily all night long But who knows whether they're blue or black? She brings on her back An astonishing pack, Like a blacksmith's bellows, marvellous big; And while she dances a horrible jig, Out of this bellows a doleful tune SShe skre-eels away, in the dark o' the Moon! But if ever she works with a wicked will, 'Tis when she is quiet, and sly, and still. She pretends that old Jack leaves his work but half done, She 'wishes for once he'd be quit of his fun!' So she follows him up with her sour, ugly phiz, And wherever she goes, you may know she means'biz. "Look sharp when she peeps through the crack o' the door! Look sharp when she hides away under the floor! She'll crack the bare ground with a terrible bang And out from the clap boards the nails will go, spang! A' N z x-/ c' I~<~A _ __A;~



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THE THREE LITTLE PIGS .He was fierce and big, And he huffed and he puffed, o tAnd lwe puffed and he huffed, "And lie blew the house in, And he ate up the poor little pig. The very next day, g All blithe and gay, "The second little pig went marching away To the world to find his fortune. Ancd when He met two men, "Who bore on their shoulders bunches of curze, "My gentle sirs, Give me some furze for a house and bec IThe little pig said. They gave it him freely, every whit, And the little pig built a house of it. And then the third little pig went out, "With his curly tail and his saucy snout, Up to all kinds of pranks and tricks ; And he met a man with a load of bricks, And he said, I suppose You are perfectly willing to give me those By the begging he got them every one, "And in a trice -Was the house begun, And very shortly the house was done, "I Plastered and snug and nice. But he could no more than get in before The wolf came along and knocked at the door: Little pig, little pig, let me come in But the.pig replied, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Then the old wolf growled, and added beside, "Then I'll huff and I'11 puff and I'll blowyour house in!"



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.HOP-O'-MY-THUMB. " An Ogre lives here, cruel and bloody minded! He eats up little boys! Run, run i I hear him coming from the mountains, I know him by the noise " But we can't run, we are so faint and tired Hop-o'-my-Thumb began "'Tis all the same whether the wolves shall eat us, Or your good gentleman." '_And so she took them in, fed them, and hid them All underneath her bed; And in a minute more they heard approaching, Tramp! tramp i an awful tread It was the Ogre coming home; his supper Was steaming nice and hot, Two calves upon a spit, ten rabbits roasting, A whole sheep in the pot. He banged the door wide open, sniffed and snorted, Then, in a dreadful voice, Roared out, while his poor wife stood by and trembled, I smell seven little boys /" In vain she told him 'twas the mutton scorching; I The veal had browned too fast; He searched the house, peering around and under, And reached the bed at last, Then dragged them one by one out, fairly shouting At little Hop-o'my-Thumb, Saying the lads would make, towards a dinner, Six mouthfuls and one crumb. ""0, leave them till to-morrow !" cried the woman; ""li "You've meat enough to-night." .' "Well, so I have," he said, I'll wait a little. Ah ugh'! they're plump and white." Ct ) Now it so chanced the Ogre had seven daughters, And all slept in one bed, In a large room, and each wore for a nightcap ar ,A gold crown on her head. And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, when all the house was quiet, Into their chamber crept, And the gold head-bands for himself and brothers Stole from them while they slept.



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LITTLE BO-BEEP. SHAT was Bo-Peep? Can anyone guess? ... V Why, little Bo-Peep was a shepherdess And she dressed in a short white petticoat, And a kirtle of blue, with a looped-up loolk, And a snowy kerchief about her throat, And held in her hand a crook. What eyes she had, the little Bo-Peep! They had tears to laugh with, and tears to weep. So fringy, and shy, and blue, and sweet, That even the summer skies in color, Or the autumn gentians under her feet, Less tender were and duller. Now, a shepherdess ought to watch her sheep; But the careless little girl, Bo-Peep, Was hunting for late wild strawberries, The sweetest her tongue had ever tasted; They were few in number, and small in size, Too good, though, to be wasted. ,. And in that way the little Bo-Peep, VThe first she knew, had lost her sheep! To the top of the nearest knoll she ran, About and about went little o-Peep About and about went little Bo-Peep; The better to look the pasture over r' The better to look the pasture over; Her feet grew tired, the hills were steep; She shaded her face, and called, "Nan! Nan S e f t c .And in trying her fears to overcome But none of them could discover But none of them could diShe sighed, "I don't know where to find 'em. But let 'em alone, and they'll come home, S--And bring their tails behind 'em I" So down sat trustful little Bo-Peep, "And in a minute was fast asleep! 44 Arm over her head, and her finger-ends \ All red with the fruit she had been eating; SWhile her thoughts were only of her lost friends, SAnd she dreamed she heard them bleating. S-'Twas a happy dream for little Bo-Peep; -XI As she lay on the grass, her flock of sheep, With scatter and clatter and patter of feet, "Came hastening from all ways hither, thither; First one would bleat, then another would bleat, Then b-a-a -a-a all together



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HOP-O'-MY-THUMB. Wicked and sly it was; he knew the Ogre Would, no doubt, rise at dawn, And, being but half awake, would kill the children Who had no night-caps on. And, sure enough, he did He was so drowsy, And fogs so veiled the sun, That, whetting up a huge, broad-bladed dagger, He slew them, every one. ( \ Then Hop-o'-my-Thumb, awakening his brothers, Whispered: Make haste and fly I Without a word they did as they were bidden, "In twinkling of an eye, Out in the drizzly mist of a gray morning, Off through the chill and dew, And none too soon i Within an hour the Ogre His dreadful blunder knew. "Wife, fetch my seven-league boots at once!" he shouted; "I'll catch the vipers yet He stamped his feet into the magic leather With many a muttered threat; :, And off he started, over hill and valley, Seven leagues at every stride; The children saw him like a giant shadow, But they could onlyhide. He scoured the country, rumbling like a tempest; Far, near, they heard his roar, Until at last his seven-league feet grew tired, And he could go no more. -..And down he lay to rest him for a minute k The day had grown so hotClose .to a rock where lay the seven children, Although he knew it not. Hop-o'-my-thumb spoke softly to his brothers: "Run fast as ever you can, And leave me to take care of Mr. Ogre." And hurry-scurry they ran. And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, creeping from out his crevice, With greatest caution drew "" The Ogre's boots off (these would shrink or widen "just as you wished them to),



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LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD. He fled to the cottage, swift and sly; Rapped softly, with a dreadful grin. Who's there ? asked granny. Only I Piping his voice up high and thin. Pull the string, and the latch will fly Old granny said; and he went in. He glared her over from foot to head; In a second more the thing was done He gobbled her up, and merely said, "She wasn't a very tender one! And then he jumped into the bed, And put her sack and night-cap on. Her innocent head on the pillow laid, She spied great pricked-up, hairy ears, "And a fierce great mouth, wide open spread, And green eyes, filled with wicked leers And all of a sudden she grew afraid; Yet she softly asked, in spite of her fears: Oh, granny what makes your ears so big ?" To hear you with I to hear you with '.. Oh, granny what make your eyes so big ? To tee you with to see you with i ; :'" Oh, granny I what makes your teeth so big "To eat you with to eat you with And he sprang to swallow her up alive; But it chanced a woodman from the wood, Hearing lier shriek, rushed, with his knife, And drenched the wolf in his own blood. S--And in that way he saved the life Of pretty little Red Riding-hood. he heard soft footsteps presently, And then on the door a timid rap; eknew Red Riding-hood was shy, Sj he answered faintly to the tap: 7 l the string and the latch will fly! ihe did: and granny, in her night-cap, covered almost-up to her nose. h, granny dear she cried, "are you worse ?' m all of a shiver, even to my toes ase won't you be my little nurse, nug up'tight here under the clothes Riding-hood answered, "Yes," of course. j[c



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THE GOLD-SPINNER. The second day 'twas the same; But the third a messenger Came in from the mountains to the queen, And told this tale to her : That, riding under the forest boughs, e He came to a tiny, curioehouse; Before it a feeble fire burned wan, And about the fire was a little man; In and out the brands among, Dancing upon one leg, he sung: To-day I'll stew, and then 'll bake, To-morrow I shall the queen s child take; How fine that none is the secret in, That my name is Rumpelstiltskil" I The queen was overjoyed, And when, due time next day, The dwarf returned for the final word, She made great haste to say: "Is it Conrade ? "No,"he shook his head. "Is it Hans ? or Hal? Still No," lie said. Is it Rumpelstiltskin?" then she cried. "A witch has told you," he replied, And shrieked and stamped his foot so hard That the very marble floor was jarred; And his leg broke off above the knee, And he hopped off, howling terribly. He vanished then and there, And never more was seen I This much was in his dreadful nameIt saved her child to the queen. And the little lady grew to be So very sweet, so fair to see, That none could her loveliness surpass; And her eyes -they were as gray as glass 4ii



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SAARCHINKOLD. :: -" Now Jack is a fine old fellow, you see Spicy, and full of his pranks, is he: -Snipping off noses, just for fun, 0 And sticking 'em on again when he is done A-pinching at pretty, soft ears and cheeks; N A-wakin' folks up with his jolly freaks But a-h! for your life Look sharp for his wife! For she comes after, and comes to stay Welcome or not-for a month and a day! She plots, and she plans, she sneaks, and she crawls M Till she finds a way through the thickest of walls I" "ZH ZH! Did you ever meet a More dreadful creatur! She's Jack Frost's wife i z And the plague of his life! "ZH!-ZH I'm all of a shiver, Heart, lungs and liver When I think of that old SAARCHINKOLD! S.... ( 2r



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THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. .. -_';r 1z z 'I. _ _f-I---4 ( For a spoon, or k nife, or fork, or plate, Miew, miew, miew, But ate with their fingers! ah, how soiled Miew, miew, miew! Then all run out to the rain-water tub, Dip in their mittens, and rub, and rub Their little knuckles are fairly bare, And wet, as if drowned, is every hair Still, over the tub, ,They rub, rub, rub! SOnce more they haste to their mother dear; -M. Oh mammy dear, see here, see here, We've washed our mittens clean they cry. "You darling kittens, To wash your mittens," She says, and fondles them till they're dryPurr, purr, purr, Purr-pu-r-r-p-u-r-r



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SAARCHINKOLD. She'll spoil the potatoes (if once she gets in), And she'll shake all the people whose bed-clothes are thin She'll stop the old clock in the dead o' the night, And make him hold up both his hands in a fright; And -what she won't do, Is more than-Iknow! "ZHZH! I'm all of a shiver, Heart, lungs, and liver Jist always, whiniver I think of that o-o-ld SA-ARCHINKOLD! Then Phunny-kind shivers a little, too; Ad heaves a deep sigh; and says, "Are you froo ? Then slides down, quietly, to the floor, Doubtfully watching the outer door. N3 ~~ L ~~~ f ~~=~ 6



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HOP -O'-MY-THUMB. For all were merely lads; not one was able So small he was when he was born, so tiny To earn the crust of bread, Since then he had become, Though scant it might becoarse and black and humble, That -for he was no bigger than your finger With which he must be fed. They called him Hop-o'-my-Thumb. Andl, the youngest one was puny, Now a t this time, for days and days together, So odd, and still, and slight, .There fell no drop of rain ; father, mother, and the other brothers, The corn shrunk on the stalks; and in the sunshine Thought him not over bright. Rustleht but poor to feed and he shriveled grain So many little ones For all were merely lads ; not one was able So small he was when he was born, so tiny To earn the crust of bread, Since then he had become, Though scant it might be,coarse and blact this and humble, Thatfor he was no bigger thanyour finger With which he must be fed. They called him Hop-o'-my-Thumb. And, worst of all, the youngest one was puny, Now at this time, for days and days together, So odd, and still, and slight, omeThere fell no drop of rain;relief. That father, mother, and the other brothers, The corn shrunk on the stalks ; and in the sunshine Thought him not over bright. Rustled the shriveled grain; "Hi As if a fire had swept across the meadows AndThey shriveled inher toil-hard handsrouth; SheAnd whatknew there wasnt for the poor fagot-makervatio, Noas famine, makinthout doubt. One night he sat before a smouldering fire, His head bowed down with grief, -.K ~Trying with those weak wits of his to compass Some scheme for their relief. His wife above the feeble embers hovered, And wrung her toil-hard hands; No hope in making plans. 'RVl



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THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. A H, very, very poor was she Old Dame Pig, with her children three Robust, beautiful little ones Were those three sons, Each wearing always, without fail, A little fanciful knot in his tail. But never enough of sour or sweet Had they to eat; And so, one day, with a piteous squeak, Did the mother speak: "My sons, your fortune you must seek i And out in the world, as they were sent, The three pigs went. But the pig replied, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Theald wolf grumbled, and added beside, "Then I'11 huff and I'll puff and I'll blowyour house in!" -He was gray and big, .And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in, And he ate up the poor little pig. Trotting along, the first one saw A man who carried a bundle of straw. "Give me some straw for a house and bed," The little pig said. Straightway, not even waiting a bit, The kind man did as he was bid ; And the little pig built a house of it. But he wasno more than settled, before A wolf came along and knocked at the door, Tap-tap, and cried, "' Little pig, little pig, let me come in



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GOODY TWO-SHOES. e ---,.4 ,-i But above our human woes -Bends an always loving Heaven; And to every hungry cry Is there somewhere answer given. SKind eyes watched the wandering ones, Pitied their forlorn distress; Grieved to note Tom's ragged coat, -And Margery's tattered dress. --'Twas the village clergyman, -...-And he sought them tenderly, Gave them warm, soft clothes to wear. _ I Ordered shoes for Margery. "" ( "Two shoes, two shoes, cc Oh, see my two shoes Z So did little Margery cry, When the cobbler came to try SiI If they fitted trim and neat On the worn and tired feet: / That is how and why she came By so strange a name. Tom went off to London town; Margery went to village school; Apt she was, and quick to learn, Docile to the simplest rule. Out from the long alphabet Letters looked at her and smiled, Almost seemed to nod and speak, Glad to know so bright a child, I c( Ranged themselves in winsome words; P Then in sentences. Indeed, SQuite before she knew the fact, Margery had learned to read.



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PUSSY CAT'S DOING. 'E T WAS a good little lady fairy, Who saddled her wee white mouse, And rode away to the village, Long miles from her snug, wee house; I | I She tied her steed to a flower stalk airy, I And left him there -this most careless fairy! In Fairyland no dreadful pussies But hurried away in a twinkling Do prowl, and do growl and slayDown a dark and gloomy street, In Fairyland the mice have honor, Where daily the charm of her presence And draw the queen's carriage gay ; Made the children's dreams more sweet; And the little lady ne'er thought of danger Then Pussy Cat sprang as quick as magic! Because on the fence sat a green-eyed stranger, One squeal (as I've heard the story tragic) B F -And down his throat went steed and saddle, -7 So swiftly ; and 0, dear me! S 'Stead of net gallant mouse, the lady ,Discovered, where he should be, A monster with blood on his whiskers showing, And dreadful looks in his eyes so knowing I Back to Fairyland she must walk, then; And the dreadful story, spreading In winterno butterfly Through Elfland circles, may be Is sailing that way, nor a rose-leaf, The reason why never a fairy For fairies to travel by; In these later years we see, She reached. there at length, but with feet aching While children in all the old, old stories And her little heart with fear most breaking. Found them as plenty as morning glories N I ELY LANOjD z OR



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THE SLEEPING PRINCESS. Now came the hour for the gift-bestowing; And the fairy first in place Touched with her wand the child and gave her "Beauty of form and face Fairy the second bade, "Be witty! _ The third said, Never fail !" The fourth, "Dance well! and the fifth, O Princess; Sing like the nightingale !" The sixth gave, Joy in the heart forever.! But before the seventh Gould speak, The crooked, black old Dame came forward, And, tapping the baby's cheek, You shall prick your finger upon a spindle, And die of it!" she cried. All trembling were the lords and ladies, And the king and queen beside. But the seventh fairy interrupted, Do not tremble nor weep! That cruel curse I can change and soften, And instead of death give sleep! But the sleep, though I do my best and kindest, Must last for an hundred years !" On the king's stern face was a dreadful pallor, In the eyes of the queen were tears. Yet after the hundred years are vanished,"The fairy added beside, A Prince of a noble line shall find her, -And take her for his bride." SBut the king, with a hope to change the future, Proclaimed this law to be: M, That, if in all the land there was kept one spindle, Sure death was the penalty. .---_"'.



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ALADDIN. "And went up to him very politely, S--. And asked what his name was and cried: My lad, if I judge of you rightly, You're the son of my brother who died My poor Mustafa !" -and he sighed. "Ah, yes, Mustafa was my father," """ Aladdin cried back, and he's dead!" "Well, then, both yourself and your mother I will care for forever," he said, "And you never shall lack wine nor bread." And thus did the wily old wizard -Deceive with his kindness the two For a deed of dark peril and hazard He had for Aladdin to do, At the risk of his life, too, he knew. Far down in the earth's very centre Down, down, through the darkness so chilly There burned a strange lamp at a shrine; On, on, through the long galleries i Great stones marked the one place to enter; Coming now upon gardens of lilies, Down under t'was dark as a mine; And now upon fruit-burdened trees, What further -no one could divine Filled full of the humming of bees. And that was the treasure Aladdin But, ah, should one tip of his finger Was sent to secure. First he tore Touch aught as he passed, it was death I The huge stones away, for he had in Not a fruit on the boughs made him linger, An instant the strength of a score; Nor the great heaps of gold underneath. Then he stepped through the cavern-like door. But on he fled, holding his breath, Until he espied, brightly burning, -The mystical lamp in its place I He plucked the hot wick out, and, turning, With triumph and joy in his face, Set out his long way to retrace. At last he saw where daylignt shed a Soft ray through a chink overhead, Where the crafty Magician was ready To catch the first sound of his tread. Reach the lamp up to me, first! 'he said. Aladdin with luck had grown bolder, Te And he cried, "Wait a bit, and we'll see! Then with huge, ugly push of his shoulder, And with strong, heavy thrust of his knee, The wizard -so angry was he-



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IX. JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK. X. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD. XI. CINDERELLA. XII. PUSS IN BOOTS. XIII. DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CA T. XIV. GOLD-LOCKS' DREAM OF PUSIE-WILLO W. XV. TONY. XVI. CAMPING OUT. XVII. DAME SPIDER. XVIII. HICKORY DICKOR Y DOCK. XIX. DAME FIDGET AND HER SILVER PENNY. xx. FOOLISH BOBOLINK. XXI. ALADDIN. XXII. BLUE BEARD.



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PUSS IN BOOTS. PUSS IN BOOTS. VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. The youth sighed heavy sighs, And laughed a scornful laugh: i Of all the silly things I know, You're the silliest, by half S-Still, after a space of doubt and thought, The pair of boots and the bag were bought. And Puss, at the peep of dawn, Was out upon the street, With shreds of parsley in her bag, And the boots upon her feet. -She was on her way to the woods, for game, S And soon to the rabbit-warren came. MILLER had three sons, And, on his dying day, He willed that all he owned should be Shared by them in this way: The mill to this, and the donkey to that, And to the youngest only the cat. This last, poor fellow, of course Thought it a bitter fate; With a cat to feed, he should die, indeed, Of hunger, sooner or late. And he stormed, with many a bitter word, Which Puss, who lay in the cupboard, I-eard. And the simple rabbits cried, "The parsley smells like spring And into the bag their noses slipped, And Pussy pulled the string. Only a kick, and a gasp for breath, And, one by one, they were choked to death. So Sly Boots bagged her game, And gave it an easy swing Over her shoulder; and, starting off For the palace of the king, She found him upon his throne, in state, While near him his lovely daughter sate. She stretched, and began to purr, Puss made a graceful bow Then came to her master's knee, No courtier could surpass, And, looking slyly up, began: And said, "I come to your Highness from "Pray be content with me The Marquis of Carabas. Get me a pair of boots ere night, His loyal love he'sends to you, And a bag, and it will be all right !" With a tender rabbit for a stew."



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LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD. VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. A pat of butter, and cakes of cheese, SI l Were stored in the napkin, nice and neat As she danced along beneath the trees, • 'As light as a shadow iere her feet; S -And she hummed such tunes as the bumble-bees Hum when the clover-tops are sweet. M > But an ugly wolf by chance espied The child, and marked her for his prize. "What are you carrying there ? he cried; "I U .:. l "Is it some fresh-baked cakes and pies ? And he walked along close by her side, And sniffed and rolled hi:; hungry eyes. F you listen, children, I will tell The story of little Red Riding-hood: Such wonderful, wonderful things befelllI '/ Her and her grandmother, old and good : (So old she was never very well), Who lived in a cottage in a wood. Little Red Riding-hood, every day, y Whatever the weather, shine or storm, To see her grandmother tripped away, With a scarlet hood to keep her warm, And a little mantle, soft and gay, And a basket of goodies on her arm. "A basket of things for granny, it is," She answered brightly, without fear. "C" r I know her very well, sweet miss Two roads branch towards her cottage here; You go that way, and I'll go this, See which will get there first, my dear!



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DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT. DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT. VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. Yes -ran away to London city! Poor little lad! he needs your pity; 11 thFor there, instead of a golden street, e ne, in aThe hot, sharp stones abused his feet. So tired he was he was fit to fall, Yet nobody cared for him at all; S He wandered here, and he wandered there, With a heavy heart, for many a square. And at last, when he could walk no more, He sank down faint at a merchant's door. .And the cook -for once compassionate Took him in at the area-gate. D ICK, as a little lad, was told That the London streets were paved with gold. He never, in all his life, had seen A place more grand than the village green; So 'his thoughts by day, and his dreams by night, Pictured this city of delight, Till, whatever he did, wherever he went, Hisi mind was filled with discontent. "And she gave him bits of broken meat, And scattered crusts, and crumbs, to eat; And kept him there for her commands To pare potatoes, and scour pans, i To wash the kettles and sweep the room; And she beat him dreadfully with the broom And he staid as long as he could stay, And agai in despair, he ran away. There was bitter taste to the peasant bread, Out towards the famous Highgate Hill And a restless hardness to his bed; He fled, in the morning gray and chill; So, after a while, one summer day, And there he sat on a wayside stone, Little Dick Whittington ran away. And the bells ot Bow, with merry tone.



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BLUE-BEARD. And so she wedded Blue-beard --like a wise and wily spider He had lured into his web the wished-for, silly little fly! And, before the honeymoon was gone, one day he stood beside her, I And with oily words of sorrow, but with evil in his eye, Said his business for a month or more would call him to a distance, il .'I And he must leave her -sorry to -but then, she must not cry I SP He bade her have her friends, as many as she liked, about her, = 'And handed her a jingling bunch of something, saying, These SWill open vaults and cellars and the heavy iron boxes Where all my gold and jewels are, or any door you please. Go where you like, do what you will, one single thing excepted And here he took a little key from out the bunch of keys. This will unlock the closet at the end of the long passage, But that you must not enter! I forbid it! "and he frowned. So she promised that she would not, and he went upon his journey. And no sooner was he gone than all her merry friends around Came to visit her, and made the dim old corridors and chambers With their silken dresses whisper, with laugh and song resound. -p and down the oaken stairways flitted dainty-footed ladies, Lighting up the shadowy twilight with the lustre of their bloom; ,ike the varied sunlight streaming through an old cathedral window Went their brightness glancing through the unaccustomed gloom, SBut Blue-beard's wife was restless, and a strong desire possessed her Through it all to get a single peep at that forbidden room. .And so one day she slipped away from all her guests, unnoted, Down through the lower passage, till she reached the fatal door, Put in the key and turned the lock, and gently pushed it open But, oh the horrid .sight that met her eyes Upon the floor There were blood-stains dark and dreadful, and like dresses in a wardrobe SThere were women hung up by their hair, and dripping in their gore 1 t.--------------



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THE SLEEPING PRINCESS. HE ringing bells and the booming cannon Proclaimed on a summer morn That in the good king's royal palace A Princess had been born. -The towers flung out their brightest banners, The ships their streamers gay, And every one, from lord to peasant, Made joyful holiday. Great plans for feasting and merry-making Were made by the happy king; And, to bring good fortune, seven fairies Were bid to the christening. And for them the king had seven dishes Made out of the best red gold, Set thickly round on the sides and covers With jewels of price untold. When the day of the christening came, the bugles Blew forth their shrillest notes; Drums throbbed, and endless lines of soldiers Filed past in scarlet coats. And the fairies were there the king had bidden, Bearing their gifts of good But right in the midst a strange old woman Surly and scowling stood. They knew her to be the old, old fairy, All nose and eyes and ears, Who had not peeped, till now, from her dungeon For more than fifty years. Angry she was to have been forgotten Where others were guests, and to find That neither a seat nor a dish at the banquet To her had been assigned.



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SAARCHINKOLD. When the daylight fades, and the shadows fall Flickering down from the fire-dogs tall, Comes Uncle Phil, from his school and his books. "Uncle Phil, I know by your smile-y looks You'll let me -get on your knee -jus' soAn' you'll tell me somefing I want to know: 'Cos, you see, Uncle Phil, I've got to be told Who she is -they call her 'The Sa-archinkold.' Uncle Phil looks up; Uncle Phil looks down; And he wags his head; And he tries to frown; But at last he cries In a great surprise: "Why, yes to be sure to be sure, I'll tell For I know the old dame, of old, right well: She stands by the clock in the corner, now: I \yonder," she says, does the old clock know ? But the great clock TICKS And the grim clock "TocKs Away at the top of his ghostly box; The round Full Moon (in his forehead) smiles; But with all his wisdom, or all his wiles, Though he knows very well, He never will tell Should he tick and tock till a century old What they mean by The Sa-archinkold In the great, square room, by a cheerful flame In the fire-place, bending above her frame, Is grandma, snapping her chalky string Across and across a broad, bright thing. "Gramma, what you are a-doin' here? " I'm a-makin' a 'comfort,' my little dear For grandpa and I are a-gittin' old. And we're afeared o' the Sa archin' Cold."



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PUSS IN BOOTS. And the pretty princess smiled, And the king said, Many thanks." And Puss strode off to her master's home, Purring, and full of pranks. And cried, I've a splendid plan for you! Say nothing, but do as I tell you to! "To-morrow, at noon, the king And his beautiful daughter ride; And you must go, as they draw near, And bathe at the river side." The youth said Pooh i but still, next day, Bathed, when the king went by that way. "I lhaVe heard it said," she purred, "That, with the greatest ease, You change, in the twinkling of an eye, Into any shape you please "Of course I can !" the Ogre cried, And a roaring lion stood at her side. Puss shook like a leaf, in her boots, -_-But said, "It is very droll Now, please, if you can, change into a mouse!" He did. And she swallowed him whole Then, as the king and his suite appeared, She stood on the palace porch and cheered. 'Twas a grand old palace indeed, Builded of stone and brass. S"Welcome, most noble ladies and lords, To the Castle of Carabas !" Puss said, with a sweeping courtesy; And they entered, and feasted royally. Puss hid his dingy clothes In the marshy river-grass. A, And screamed, when the king came into sight, "The Marquis of Carabas My master -is drowning close by! Help! help good king, or he will die !" Then servants galloped fast, And dragged him from the water. 'Tis the knight who sent the rabbit stew," The king said, to his daughter. And a suit of clothes was brought with speed, And he rode in their midst, on a royal steed. Meanwhile Puss, in advance, And the Marquis lost his heart To the Ogre's palace fled, At the beautiful princess' smile; Where he sat, with a great club in his hand, And the very next day the two were wed, And a monstrous ugly head. In wonderful state and style. She mewed politely as she went in, And Puss in Boots was their favorite page, But he only grinned, with a dreadful grin. And lived with them to a good old age.