Front Cover
 Title Page
 Kitty's day
 What they both said
 Out in the fields
 The mosquito’s song
 Jumbo Jee
 My ship
 Railway sketches
 The nursery drill
 Poor little Carlo
 Naughty Paul
 Birds in their nests
 The new doll
 May's song
 Lily Bell
 Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and...
 Three little mice
 Mamma at her window
 The naughty pin
 Pussy cat, pussy cat
 Out in the sunshine
 The monkeys and the crocodile
 The poor mousie
 The great bear
 Skipping Flora
 Maud in a swing
 The lazy cat
 Baby goes down
 The little laundresses
 Rosy posy
 Baby's buttons
 New pictures of old friends
 The injured baby
 Dolly and her mamma
 After the circus
 Billy the donkey
 Some fishy nonsense
 I love little pussy
 The broken leg
 My two pets
 Baby's ride
 A slow coach
 A smelting tale
 The little girl who cannot sit...
 Baby's bill of fare
 Pussy's dream
 The two kings
 Little Bo-Peep
 Baby Grace
 Back Cover

Group Title: Baby's rhyme book : : with pretty pictures for our little ones
Title: Baby's rhyme book
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00055024/00001
 Material Information
Title: Baby's rhyme book with pretty pictures for our little ones
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill., music ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Richards, Laura Elizabeth Howe, 1850-1943 ( Editor )
Thomson, Peter G ( Peter Gibson ), 1851-1931 ( Publisher )
Publisher: Peter G. Thomson
Place of Publication: Cincinnati
Publication Date: c1886
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1886   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1886
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Ohio -- Cincinnati
Statement of Responsibility: edited by Laura E. Richards.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00055024
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002222715
notis - ALG2961
oclc - 67837461

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Title 1
        Title 2
    Kitty's day
        Page 1
        Page 2
    What they both said
        Page 3
    Out in the fields
        Page 4
        Page 5
    The mosquito’s song
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Jumbo Jee
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    My ship
        Page 13
    Railway sketches
        Page 14
    The nursery drill
        Page 15
    Poor little Carlo
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Naughty Paul
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Birds in their nests
        Page 20
    The new doll
        Page 21
    May's song
        Page 22
        Page 23
    Lily Bell
        Page 24
    Wiggle and Waggle and Bubble and Squeak
        Page 25
    Three little mice
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Mamma at her window
        Page 28
        Page 29
    The naughty pin
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Pussy cat, pussy cat
        Page 32
    Out in the sunshine
        Page 33
    The monkeys and the crocodile
        Page 34
        Page 35
    The poor mousie
        Page 36
        Page 37
    The great bear
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Skipping Flora
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Maud in a swing
        Page 42
    The lazy cat
        Page 43
    Baby goes down
        Page 44
        Page 45
    The little laundresses
        Page 46
    Rosy posy
        Page 47
    Baby's buttons
        Page 48
        Page 49
    New pictures of old friends
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    The injured baby
        Page 55
    Dolly and her mamma
        Page 56
        Page 57
    After the circus
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Billy the donkey
        Page 60
    Some fishy nonsense
        Page 61
    I love little pussy
        Page 62
    The broken leg
        Page 63
    My two pets
        Page 64
    Baby's ride
        Page 65
    A slow coach
        Page 66
    A smelting tale
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    The little girl who cannot sit still
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Baby's bill of fare
        Page 72
    Pussy's dream
        Page 73
        Page 74
    The two kings
        Page 75
    Little Bo-Peep
        Page 76
    Baby Grace
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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S 7A.M. Get
up and take a
lit-tfle ex-er-cise
be-fore break-fast. Mis-tress's
Swork-bas-ket on the man-tel-piece.
Don't think it is in prop-er or-der,
C and try to set it to rights, but
don't suc-ceed, some-how.
9 A.M. Hun-gry, and tired of
wait-ing for those peo-ple, who
will not come down; so I am
o-bliged to help my-self. Cream not so thick
as it ought to be, but I do not com-plain.
10 A.M.* Find my claws need sharp-en-ing.
Why do they make the cur-tains of this
flim-sy stuff, that tears to piec-es the mo-
ment one "
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411 11 frill KIT-TY'S DAY.

11 A.M. Time for my 'i-
nap. Where can I find a
nice com-fort-a-ble place?
SAh! the top of that clock will just suit me.
There's a vase on it, to be sure, but I can
ea-si-ly move that.
2. P. M. Dear, dear! I have slept till past
din-ner-time, and now they will not
give me an-y-thing. I
must try to find a mouse.
4 P. M. See my moth-er a-sleep,
and think I will give her a pleas-ant sur-prise.
She does-n't like it as well as I thought she
would. Think I'd bet-ter run a-way.
"6 P.M. See a bird in the cher-ry-tree who
looks as if he were made ex-press-ly for my
sup-per. 8 P.M. IHap-py at last,
on this de-light-ful roof Shall
sit here all night and

4Ma-ow .l


E came in to wor-ry my kit-ten, my kit-ten,
My dear lit-tle kit-ten, all fur-ry and white.
I gave him a touch with my soft vel-vet mit-ten,
And it seems to have given him a ter-ri-ble fright
I just went to look at her kit-ten, her kit-ten,
Her hid-eous kit-ten, all squeal-ing and blind.
O dear! I was nev-er so scratched and so bit-ten
And fly as I may, I can't leave her be-hind!
, sure-ly the dog is the worst of all crea-tures,
The cru-el-lest, fier-cest, most ill-na-tured beast.
0, would that all kits could have dogs for their teach-ers,
W pups cats
We then might have some pecee and qui-et at least.


UT in the fields to-geth-er,
This love-ly sum-mer day,
Out in the bright June weath-er,
Lit-tle girls can play.

Grass-es soft grow be-neath them,
And skies are blue a-bove;
Feed-ing and bleat-ing, near them
Lit-tle lambs do rove.

Maud. come with me! come, Fan-ny I
And you, too, sis-ter Jane!
Dai-sies there are, so man-y!
Let us weave a chain.

I'll pick, while Fan-ny 's string-ing;
If Maud will pass, you hold;
Jane, too, is quick-ly bring-ing
Crowns of white and gold.

Sweet lit-tle birds are sing-ing
For joy their hearts a-way;
Grass-hop-pers round us are spring-ing;
We will work and play.

Sing-ing, with laugh and chat-ter,
We'll weave our chain of flow-ers;
What to us does it mat-ter
Days should seem but hours ?



Four lit-tle lass-es
Hap-py of heart,
Joy, as she pass-es,
Gives each her part.


HIAT does the mos-qui-to say ?
On the wall, at break of day,
I will take a nap.

"I've been sing-ing all night long; i
Though they think my lungs are strong .,
I am wea-ry now.

"I have sung and feast-ed well
On the pret-ty Ba-by Bell:
Ah! I think she's sweet! [fair
S... "Smooth and chub-by, dim-pled,
She's a sup-per dain-ty, rare,
SLy-ing in her crib.
S-A " Gen-tly lit I on her nose,
/' Tast-ed all her ti-ny toes
rS^ .And her fin-gers small;

"Rest-ed on her dim-pled chin,
Then, my bill sent cau-tious in,
Am-ply took my pay.

"When my bit-ing made her wake,
Quick-ly, then, my flight I'd take,
Pa-tient-ly to wait;
"Lull her with a sooth-ing song -
She was sleep-ing 'gain ere long,
Then once more I'd sting.


So I supped and sung all night;
But the com-ing of the light
Waked the house-hold all.

S" Moth-er grum-bled, 'Tis a sin!
Here's our dar-ling's beau-te-ous
Marred with dots of red.' [skin

SQuick-ly, then, I'll fly a-way
To the ceil-ing for the day,
And I'll gen-tly doze.

SDoze, and dream of ba-bies small:
Moth-ers, fa-thers, chil-dren tall
May se-cure-ly sleep.

"If I have but ba-by's cheek,
Ba-by's eye-lids clos-ed meek,
I'll not them mo-lest.

"What dis-turbs my bliss-ful dream ?
Cham-ber-maid is here, wouldd seem,
Peer-ing all a-bout.

"Now she reach-es up her broom,
Now re-sounds the crack of doom '
In my brain so small.

"Nev-er-more of Ba-by Bell
Shall I taste or shall I tell,
For I drop, I die !"

(Am--" Taf-fy was a Welsh-man.")

I AB-BY was a kit-ten,
Tab-by was a thief,
Tab-by tried to steal the cream,
And so she came to grief.

Jump-ing on the ta-ble,
(No-bod-y was nigh,)
On the pret-ty cream-jug
Tab-by cast her eye:

Won-dered what was in it;
Thought she'd like to see;
Crept a lit-tle near-er,
Sly-ly as could be.

Cream was ver-y low down;
Jug was ver-y high;
"Must have some," said Tab-by,
E-ven if I die !"

Then in-to the cream-jug
Popped her naugh-ty nose;
Just what hap-pened af-ter,
On-ly Tab-by knows.

This is how we found her,
Naugh-ty lit-tle cat!
Did she get a whip-ping,
Think you, af-ter that ?


Tab-by was a kit-ten,
Tab-by was a thief,
Tab-by tried to steal the cream,
And so she came to grief.


BY L. E. R.

. II ERE were some kings, in num-ber three,
SWho built the tow-er of Jum-bo Jee.
They built it up to a mon-strous height,
At e-lev-en o'-clock on a Thurs-day night.

They built it up for for-ty miles,
With mu-tu-al bows and pleas-ing smiles;
And then they sat on the edge to rest,
And par-took of lunch with a cheer-ful zest.


And first they ate of the pork-ly pie,
And won-dered why they had built so high;
And next they drank of the gin-ger wine,
Which gave their no-ses a re-gal shine.


They drank to the health of Jum-bo Jee
Un-til they could nei-ther hear nor see;
They drank to the health of Jum-bo land
Un-til they could nei-ther walk nor stand.

They drank to the health of Jum-bo Tow-er
Un-til they real-ly could drink no more,
And then they sank in a bliss-ful swoon;
And flung their crowns at the ris-ing moon.


B-VER the wa-ter, o-ver the wa-ter,
Sail on, bon-ny ship, to me!
Bring me a pleas-ure,
And bring me a treas-ure,
All on your white wings so free!
O-ver the wa-ter, o-ver the wa-ter,
Sail fast, bon-ny ship, I pray!
For all your rich freight-ing
So long I've been wait-ing,
I re-al-ly must have it to-day.

BY L. E. R.

HE el-e-phant came to the sta-tion one day,
And who so mer-ry as he ?
Quoth he, On my trav-els I'm go-ing a-way,
So check, sir, this trunk for me. .

Ciw7A tCk.CE RO 0 M.

SMy tick-et is bought, and paid for, too,
And I've chos-en my sleep-ing bunk;
So pray, sir, don't keep me here wait-ing all day,
But give me a check for my trunk!

SWhat a ver-y strange thing that ev-e-ry one here
Should seem in a-maze to be sunk,
Be-cause a re-spect-a-ble per-son like me
Just asks for a check for his trunk !"


S NE! two! One! two!
Keep bet-ter step, or you ney-er will do!
Eyes front toes turned out!
Ba-by, don't roll your head all a-bout

Left! right! Left! right!
Isn't our ar-my a glo-ri-ous sight ?
Right wheel! march a-way !
We'll con-quer the whole world some fine day.


Poor lit-tle Car-lo poor lit-tle boy!
Far from his home in bright Sa-voy.
Far fiom his home, so dear and sweet,
Lone-ly and sad in our crowd-ed street.


Poor lit-tle Car-lo poor lit-tle boy!
His guin-ea-pigs are his pride and joy.
He's trained them so that they know his voice,
And when he is near, they frisk and re-joice.

But now he is poor; he must try to sell
The lit-tle pets that he loves so well.
And that is the rea-son he looks so sad.
Poor lit-tle Car-lo! poor lit-tle lad!

One ti-ny creat-ure creeps under his arm,
As if it were sure he would keep it from harm;
An-oth-er climbs up on his shoul-der so gay;
But Car-lo has no heart for frol-ics to-day.

But see! a kind la-dy comes soft-ly a-long,
As he sings at the cor-ner his sad lit-tle song;
She slips some-thing in-to his lit-tle cold hands,
And speaks in a lan-guage he un-der-stands.

His face lights up: for he hears her say,
" This will keep your wee pets for man-y a day."
Ah now he no long-er feels lone-ly and sad:
Dear lit-tle Car-lo dear lit-tle lad!

(Translated from the German, by L. E. R.)
ONCE on a time, a naugh-ty boy
'" Who found in mis-chief all his joy,
Sat play-ing at his desk at school,
SAll care-less of the mas-ter's rule.

" The school-mas-ter is late to-day,"
Quoth naugh-ty Paul; "a trick I'll play."
And quick as thought, with scis-sors bright,
He cuts in two his pig-tail light.

And now, for mis-chief ful-ly ripe,
He stuffs it in the mas-ter's pipe;
t l rThen sits him down in si-lent glee,
And looks de-mure as boy may

Now comes the learn-ed mas-ter in,
But ere the les-sons may be-gin.
He first must read his pa-per _
through, --
And smoke his pipe of comn- ii
fort too.

In-to the bowl the match he
- And plac-ing pipe be-tween his
lip s,
He gives one com-fort-a-ble puff,
A nd then, a-las, he's had e-nough.


Black smoke, up-curl-ing, fills the
And the vile smell of burn-ing
SAnd vil-er taste, at once as-sail
His nose and mouth. He turns
quite pale,

And coughs and sput-ters in
While Paul's de-light you well
may guess.
The mas-ter, turn-ing, sees the
His face a-glow with imp-ish

The short-ened pig-tail meets
his view,
/ And now he sees the whole
trick through.
S"A-ha !" he cries, in ac-cents
S ( "There's some-thing want-ing
on your head
I'll play my joke up-on your
back! "


@ So seiz-es him, and, whack,
whack, whack!
The pipe a-cross his back
/ comes down,
And he up-on his face is
'- I- Now see him stream-ing all
J 'with ink,

Of which some drops he's had
to drink;
Fill-ing the air with wail-ing
While off the an-gry mas-ter
hies. )

Yes, yes, though you may scream and bawl,
You're served quite right, you naugh-ty Paul!

WHAT does lit-tle bir-die say
9W In her nest at break of day ?
"Let me fly," says lit-tie bir-die;
"Moth-er, let me fly a-way."
"Bir-die, rest a lit-tle long-er,
Till the lit-tle wings are strong-er."
So she rests a lit-tle long-er;
Then she flies a-way.


SERE'S a pret-ty doll for Ma-ry,
For to-day she's eight years old.
See! 'tis love-ly' as a fai-ry,
With it's curl-ing hair of gold.

Eyes like blue-bells, cheeks like ro-ses.
Sat-in dress so neat and fine,
Slip-pers on her ti-ny toe-ses:
How I wish that doll were mine !


II! will you ring the bell?
Oh! won't you ring the bell?
I've been a stand-ing at this door
More time than I can tell.

They've put it up so high,
E'en as tall a girl as I
Can-not even touch the han-dle,
Al-though brave-ly she may try.

Oh! will you ring the bell?
Oh! won't you ring the bell?
If I were a fair-y prin-cess
I would pay you, pay you well!

But I'm on-ly lit-tle May,
And I can't stand here all day;
Just be-cause these naugh-ty peo-ple
Put their bell-pull miles a-way.

Oh! will you ring the bell?
Oh won't you ring the bell?
Oh, thank you, pret-ty la-dy!
More thanks than I can tell!

Now they're com-ing through the hall,
And they'll nev-er know at all
That I couldn't reach the bell-pull.
Won't they think me ver-y tal ?



On the steps stands lit-tle May,
Try-ing hard, as e'er she may,
To reach that shin-ing bell-pull far up be-side the door.
She sings this lit-tle song,
And it is not ver-y long, [are o'er.
Be-fore some one comes to help her, and her trou-bles all

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IG-GLE and Wag-gle and Bub-ble and Squeak,
They went their for-tunes for to seek;
They went to sail in'a chick-en coop,
And they lived on mul-li-ga-taw-ny soup.
Wig-gle and Wag-gle and Bub-ble and Squeak,
They cooked their soup ev-er-y day in the week;
They cooked their soup in a chim-ney pot,
For there the wa-ter was al-ways tot.
Wig-gle and Wag-gle and Bub-ble and Squeak,
Each gave the oth-er one's nose a tweak;
They tweaked so hard that it took their breath,
And so they died an un-time-ly death.


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WN through the or-chard they go, pitpat

Sun-ny locks fly-ing, with-out an-y hat.
" Oh, pri-thee, my dar-lings, where wan-der you now
" We pick but the bloom on the ap-ple-tree bough."

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Out in the barn next, such a loud noise!
"What do you, my mon-keys, my wild lit-tle boys? "
"We jump on the hay, moth-er, pray do not fdar;
There is nev-er a scythe nor a pitch-fork near."

Sweet voic-es come from the fields hard by,
"Oh, we're chas-ing a beatufzd green but-ter-fly!"
Now wee feet kiss the dust of the tired old road;
"Oh mam-ma, just see what a hu-ge-ous big toad!"

But why now this si-lence ? my heart beats with fear!
Have they gone to the well, or does dan-ger draw near ?
No, no, fool-ish mam-ma; what, don't you know yet
How still are small folks when in mis-chief they get?

The bush-es grow thick, and their branch-es hang down,
But they can-not quite cov-er a lit-tle blue gown,
Nor ber-ry-stained fa-ces, nor ber-ry-filled hands -
" What, eat-ing green cur-rants, a-gainst my com-mands ?"

"Come to the house now, big ones and all!
You may play in the nurs-er-y, or romp in the hall;
But with Old Stom-ach-ache you'll be wo-ful-ly sick
If an-y more naugh-ty green cur-rants you pick."


Ba-by s hun-gry, it would seem;

Ill or cross, or sleep-y he,
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What Itis makes him act this way;
:Strain and stretch wrig-gl, suim and scream a-gain,-

Sure-lyse, ba-why clinch his asts so fimn.

Su~re-lv ha-by ]has az pain.


Take him, man-ma; Pa-pa, too;
Bless his heart! what shall we do?
Bring the bot-tle! get thl spoon!
Med-i-cine will cure him soon.

Kiss him, pat him, walk the floor;
Trot him now as once be-fore
Sis-ter's eyes with- pi-ty teem -
Why does ba-by squirm and scream ?

Let's un-fast-en all his clothes,
Pull off quick his ti-ny hose;
Nurse, please hur-ry bring his tub !
While you're gone his back we'll rub.

What has stopped the ba-by's cries ?
Wipe the tears from out his eyes.
He no long-er squirms or screens,
Ver-y soon he hap-py seems,

Rest from sobs, and come back smile.
Let his mam-ma look, mean-while,
Search in waist and hunt in skirt,
See what did her ba-by hurt.

Now we find it in the band,
Mam-ma has it in her hand.
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LOVE to sit in the sun-shine,
And play within my dog Tray,
And have the bir-dies a-bout me
Go hop-ping all the day.
I love to toss my dol-lie,

And pull her to and fro;
But what's the mat-ter with her,
That off her head should go?
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1 VE lit-tle mon-keys
T- Swing-ing from a tree:
Teas-ing Un-cle Croc-o-dile
Mer-ry as can be.
Swing-ing high, swing-ingl low,
Swing-ing left and right:
"Dear Un-cle Croc-o-dile,
Come and take a bite !"

Five lit-tle mon-keys
Swing-ing in the air;
-leads up, or tails up,
Lit-tle do they care.
Swing-ing up, swing-ing down,
Swing-ing far and neaIr:
"Poor Un-cle Croc-o-dile,
Aren't you hun-gry, dear?""

Four lit-tle mon-keys
Sit-ting in the tree;
Heads down, tails down,
Drear-y as can be.
Weep-ing loud, weep-ing low,
Cry-ing to each oth-er:
Wick-ed Un-cle Croc-o-dile,
To gob-ble up our broth-er!"




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DEAR, how I do quake!
PJve had a dread-ful shake.
This morn-ing, when I stole
To break-fast, froni my hole,
This hor-rid pus-sy-cat
Gave me an aw-ful pat.

I had not time to jump
On table, chair, or pump,
Or nib-ble cheese or pie,
On pan-try-shelf so high.
She caught me with her claws,
And in her fright-ful paws.

She bit me, cracked my bones.
She heed-ed not my moans;
She'll toss me high all day,
As though it were nice play:
Play it to her may be,
Bui, 0 it's death to me.


She's sleek and she is fat,
This luck-y pus-sy-cat,
With rib-bon round her neck,
While I am but a speck;
How can she cru-el be
To such a mite as me ?

She says I am a thief,
But it is my be-lief
It's on-ly an ex-cuse;
She likes to hurl a-buse;
She knows if I was fed,
To wrong I'd not be led.

She need not an-y more
Go toss-ing, beat-ing sore
A sot ry lit-tle mouse
All round a-bout the house.
But cats like cru-el-ty,
As an-y one may see.

But ah I spy a crack;
I'll quick-ly turn my back
I'll hur-ry swift a-way
From such a spite-ful play.
And I will short-ly be
Where she can't fol-low me.


BY L. E .

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HERE once was a fn-iiy old bear, old bear,
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But he neer could tell''
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Though he'd pon-dered it well,

He was decked out with tran-y a star, a star,
Which twin-kled and win-kled, so far, so far,
That the bears on the earth,
Who of stars had great dearth,
Would re-mark, "0 how luck-y you are, you are!"
Would, re-mark, 0 how luck-y you are!"


But he al-ways re-plied: "No, I ain't, I ain't!
I as-sure you I'm read-y to faint, to faint!
The dis-tress of my mind,
(If to art I in-clined,)
No brush nor no pen-cil could paint, could paint,
No brush nor no pen-cil could paint.

"For what is the use of a star, a star,
When hun-gry and thirs-ty you are, you are?
They twin-kle and wink,
But they're not good to drink,
And I've seen bet-ter eat-ing by far, by far,
I've seen bet-ter eat-ing by far.

"And it's ver-y un-hap-py I am, I am.
For my life it is nought but a sham. a sham;
Some day I shall drop
From my place with a flop,
And come down with a ter-ri-ble slam, a slam,
And come down with a ter-ri-ble slam.

"So don't call me luck-y a-gain, a-gain,
For it gives me a great deal of pain, of pain.
But if an-y of you
Would en-joy a fine view,
To ex-change with him I would be fain, be fain,
To ex-change with him I would be fain."


f^LORA, Flora, Skip-pi-ty Hop,
r13 Blithe, and mer-ry, and gay,
Say, lit-tle girl, will you nev-er stop,
Skip-ping the live-long day ?

They say you be-gin at break of day,
All in the morn-ing cool,
And af-ter break-fast you fly a-way,
Skip-pi-ty hop to school.

You hang your rope on the school-room door,
And soon as the school is out,
Quick as a flash you're skip-ping a-way,
With mer-ri-est laugh and shout.

Flo-ra, Flo-ra, Skip-pi-ty Hop,
What do you do at night ?
Sleep with the skip-ping-rope un-der your head,
And skip in your dreams so bright ?

Do you race with the crick-ets, as peo-ple say,
To see which can hop most high ?
Do you try a match with the grass-hop-pers gay,
That go whiz-zing and rus-tling by?

Well, fly a-way now, my sweet lit-tie girl,
'Tis a pleas-ure to see you skip,
For there's nev-er a frown on your sun-ny brow,
And nev-er a ,olt on your lip.



If your name it were on-ly Kate, my dear,
I should think you a ka-ty-did,
Turned for a time to a hu-man child,
And keep-ing your gauze wings hid.

S* -- Ching-a-ling Ching-a-ling
A> -^ iMaud in a swing.
.' _' Now she shall fly
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SRight up to the sky,
O-ver that rose--
-. .-- .. Look out for her nose!
S' hing-a-ling! Ching-a-ling!

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Ching-a-ling Ching-a-ling!
Maud in a swing!
Let the cat die?
No ? Well, then, up high
Once more she shall go
Soft-ly and slow. *
Ching-a-ling! Ching-a-ling!

Ching-a-ling! Ching-a-ling!
Maud out of the swing!
Flat on the ground;
Ah, what a sound! !.
See the poor rose,
The scratch on Maud's nose! ....
Ching-a-ling Ching-a-ling! -
Maud out of the swing .


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Pus sy, where have'you beei, to day? In the meadows a- sleep in the hay.
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Pus sy, you are a la zy Cat, If you have done no more than that.

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OWN-Y go down! head near the floor,
SUp- come up! just as be-fore
Do it a-gain, go up and down-
Brave lit-tle men crack not their crown.

Pull me up so, then let me down :
I'll not let go. Please do not frown.
-Up-y Uc come p! Down-y go e-down
Hap-pi-est boy in the whole town.

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ttwo, Mam-ma,
Six from four leaves 5 F o "I
Sure-ly that is right,
Mam-ma, ,,
Don't you think 'twill -l

Please, don't shake your
head, Mam-ma.
Well, it's near-ly right
And what dif-fer-ence
does it make -o ,- "x
If it isn't quite ?

Hark! the boys are
there, Mam-ma,
Out up-on the lawn; Four from six leaves 'two,
If I don't go soon, Mam- Main-ma!
ma, Now I have it right.
They will all be gone. Well, up-on my word, I think
I wasn't ver-y bright.
[ would let you go, Mam-
ma, Dear Mam-ma, be-fore I go,
Were I teach-ing you. Here's a kiss for you.
Six from four leaves two,- Four from six leaves two,
oh dear! hur-rah!
Six from four leaves two. Four from six leaves two!


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AUGHI-TY Miss Dol-ly played out in the mud,
And got all her clothes quite black ;
And now such a rub-bing, and scrub-bing, and tub-bing,
As we have to give them, good lack!

'Tis hard to be moth-ers and laun-dress-es too,
And nurs-es and cooks be-side.
x rown peo-ple don't know all we chicks have to do,
For how can they tell till they've tried ?

FEor how can they tell till they've tried


g HERE was a lit-tle Ro-sy,
And she had a lit-tle no-sy;
And she made a lit-tle po-sy,
All pink and white and green.
And she said, "Lit-tle no-sy,
Will you smell my lit-tle po-sy ?
For of all the flow-ers that grow-sy,
Such sweet ones ne'er were seen.

So she took the lit-tle po-sy,
And she put it to her no-sy,
On her lit-tle face so ro-sy,
The flow-ers for to smell.
And which of them was Ro-sy,
And which of them was no-sy,
And which of them was po-sy,
You real-ly could not tell!


IN-G-LE, jin-gle, din-gle, ding!
STwen-ty but-tons on a string;
Twen-ty but-tons, bright and fine,
While I shake them they are mine.


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Twen-ty but-tons for a king;
I'm the king, and so you see,
All these but-tons are for me.


Jin-gle, jin-gle, din-gle, ding!
Twen-ty but-tons on a string;
I will bite them, one by one,
I will drop them- now they're gone

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Jin-gle, jin-gle, din-gle, ding!
Down go but-tons, but I'm king;
Some one come! some one see!
Some one pick them up for me.

BY L. E. R.

This is the Frog-gy
who went to woo. "
"You know all a-bout
him ?~ Of course .. i '' '
you do!
But you nev-er saw
just these pic-tures, -- : .
you know; -
And it's on-ly the pic- i "i ,
tures I want to .
show. -
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A snail was his steed;
for some kind of a
A woo-er must have
as a mat-ter of
Re'd have hopped
twice as fast on his
legs sc free,
4 B But that would have
__.. in-jured his dig-ni
-- tee.


-: ,' ii He knocks at the door
i, i with a rat-a-tat-
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Si And his heart it beats
i with a pit-a-pat-
01 Oh! love-ly Mou-sie-
Skin, are you here
Then o-pen and let me
in, my dear!"

Miss Mouse was with-
in, as of course ,,,
you know
A-spin-ning her flax, 2_ :.
and a-spin-ning her *t X s !
With a sweet lit-tle '
curt-sy she greet- \
ed the fr'og,
And hoped he had
left them all well
in the bog.


' Oh, love-ly Mou-sie,
will you be mine ?
For you I sigh, and
for you I pine!
For you I weep, and
for you I moan!
And I can be hap-py
with you a-lone." .s -

:- -. "Most charm-ing Frog-
gy," the Mouse re-
S- plied,
S... ... "-With great-est pleas-
ure I'll be your
I bride;
--,l : But you real-ly must
-; ~ wait a week or so.
T- 'Fill can pre-pare my
-lit-tle trous-seau."


S" Now woe is me!"
S-' ex claimed the
j-.-T -Frog,
I "I must go back a-
S' 'i lone to my wea-ry

at his pit-e-ous
7 fate;
'' -7 Though, real-ly, a week
is not long to wait.

He was rid-ing a-way,
when by sad, sad
luck, -
He was spied by a
greed y, a gob-
bling duck !
You know what hap- atY-pi- -
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opened: one snap -
ah well!
The end it is real-ly
too sad to tell..


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This mourn-ful pic-ture
will plain-ly show f ( -
The last sad jour-ney
our Frog did go.-
As he bids us fare-well,

We can on-ly hope,
now that he made
the duck sick. '- -

And this is the fate
I' of his poor lit-tle
i Mouse.
Which shows that if
folks will keep cats
As he b. in the house,
4:* ` They must not com-
n plain be cause,
!!P some-times,
iK I l There comes a sad
Stotend to their nurs-
er -y rhymes.


Y chil-dren, come and look with
A hap-py ba-by here you'll see,
As hap-py as a child may be,
His sug-ar-bag a-suck-ing.

But see! these naugh-ty flies will come,
And buzz a-bout with greed-y hum;
?N And when he will not give them some,
l They sting him, which is shock-ing.

Poor lit-tle boy! his bag he drops, /
And screams, and screams, and nev-er
While quick-ly ev-er-y in-sect hops- ,
To taste the sug-ared treas-ure.

But fa-ther, moth-er, quick-ly
When first they hear their
Sdar-ling cry,
And with each oth-er fond-ly
In giv-ing him new pleas-ure.



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Aclegre to agitato.

Dol ly, you're a naugh-ty girl, All your hair is out of

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curl, And you've torn your lit- t shoe. Oh what must I do with
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you? You shall on y have dry. bread, Dol-ly, you shall go to bed.

p e sos. o I eoa voce. "


Do yot hear, Miss, what I say ? Are you go ing to o
But I mean to try and irow All Mam ma can wish, you

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bey? That's what Mo other says to me, So I know it's right, you
know; Ne ver in to pas-sions fly, Or, when thwarted, sulk and

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lento. ra- ad lib.

see; For some-times I'm naughty, too, Dol ly, dear, as well as Vou.
cry. So, my Dol ly, you must be Good and gen-tle, just like me.

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OME see the won-der-ful cir-cus,
All up in our nurs-er-y!
The Bal-an-cing Broth-ers of Back-sheesh.
So glo-ri-ous for to see.

And the Sig-no-ri-na Pol-li-na,
Who dan-ces on fin-est wire,
And Pom-pey, the won-der-ful trick dog,
Who'll make you laugh till you tire.

And here is the In-fant Phe-nom-e-non,
Just three years old to a day,
On a wild horse, kick-ing and rear-ing !
Just see how he'll prance a-way!


And the fa-mous Don-ner und Blitz-en,
Who drives the tan-dem team
Of jet-black A-ra-bi-an cours-ers,
As beau-ti-ful as a dream.

And last, not least, there's the mu-sic,
The trum-pet and drum and fife!
(For Ba-by boy with his rat-tle,
Does im-i-tate them to the life !)

Oh, come to the world re-nowned cir-cus!
Such mar-vels you nev-er did see.
On-ly one cent to pay, and it lasts the whole day,
All up in our nurs-er-y!

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IH, Bil-ly is gen-tle, and Bil-ly is kind,
A bet-ter old don-key you nev-er will find;
Through wood and through mead-ow, up hill and down
His strength and his pa-tience seem nev-er to fail.

I treat him so well that he loves me, you see,
And that is the rea-son we al-ways a-gree;
For if a poor don-key is whipped and a-bused,
He grows the more sur-ly, the worse he is used.

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IM-0-THY Tiggs and Tim-o-thy Toggs,
They both went a fish-ing for poll-o-thy-wogs;
They both went a fish-ing
Be-cause they were wish-ing
To see how the creat-ures would turn in-to frogs.
Tim-o-thy Tiggs and Tim-o-thy Toggs,
They both got stuck in the bog-o-thy-bogs;
They caught a small inin-now,
And said 'twas a sin, oh!
That things with no legs should pre-tend to be frogs.


Andante non troppo.
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I love lit -e Pus sy. her coat so warm, And
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n e o ro dim. e ritard.
give love litfood, And-te Pus sy her me, be cause I arm, good.

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give her some fooh h'i Pusosy wil love me, be cause I am good.

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1 UST how it hap-pened I can't un-der-stand;
SBut I think it walked it-self in-to my hand.
And here's poor Dol-ly left all a-lone,
With on-ly one leg for to stand up-on.

And won't you be the doc-tor now,
And mend the leg, or tell me how ?
And won't you make a rose-leaf pill,
Just as you did when Kate was ill?

'Tis re-al-ly such a com-fort, dear,
To have a doc-tor al-ways near.
But oh! your bills, they are so large!
How can I pay the price you charge


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Which do you think more fair?
Ba-by chirp-ing here to me,
Bir-die chirp-ing there.

Ba-by sing-ing "too-dle-doo!"
Bir-die sing-ing tweet!"
Such a pair of pret-ty pets
You'll not oft-en meet.
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ERESS the wee Ba-by so pret-ty,
And take the wee Ba-by to ride.
And no oth-er boy in the cit-y
Could look half as fine if he tried.
Tas-sels and tufts on his blan-ket,
Ruf-fles and lace round his neck;
And Mam-my for horse and for coach-man,
And foot-man to run at his beck.
Tell the hor-sy to trot a bit fast-er,
And the coach-man to hur-ry the horse,
And the foot-man to hur-ry the coach-man,
And soon the whole cit-y we'll cross.


E OME, hur-ry, old Tur-tle come, hur-ry, I say I
We can-not stand pok-ing you here all day.
Your lit-tle wee tur-tles are wait-ing at home,
And won-der-ing why their pa-pa does not come.
" Now, la-zy old thing, if you will not be quick,
I'll help you a-long with this sharp lit-tle stick!
I won't make you gal-lop, the sun is so hot,
But at least you might give us a bit of a trot! "
"Do let me a-lone the poor Tur-tle re-plied;
"How can I go fast with that stick in my side ?
Or how can I get to my chil-dren, I pray,
With a great mon-strous girl stand-ing right in my way ?


SOOD peo-ple, I'm go-ing your hearts to melt,
SBy tell-ing the tale of a poor lit-tle smelt,
Whom I met one day by the sea-beach lone,
A-mak-ing the wish-ful-lest, fish-ful-lest moan.

He was wrig-gling a-bout in a shal-low, salt pool,
And his tears they fell in-to the wa-ter so cool,
And ev-er he mur-mured in mourn-ful-lest tone,
"A-las! for my lit-tle, my lit-tle back-bone !"

"Now what is the mat-ter, my smelt-kin ?" quoth I.
"Now why do you wrig-gle, and why do you sigh?


Now why do you mur-mur, and why do you moan,
And why do you weep for your lit-tle back-bone?"

"A-las!" quoth the smelt, "'tis a poor tale, and sad,
But for some time it's been all the tail I have had;
So lis-ten, kind sir, and the truth I will own,
I've met with the loss of my lit-tle back-bone!

"One day, as I roamed through the wa-ters of late,
I was met and pur-sued by a ter-ri-ble skate.
I fled: but I feared not, though I was a-lone,
I was famed amongg all smelts for my strength of back-

"Swift sped the huge skate through the wa-ter so clear,
Swift fled I be-fore him, for life it was dear;
We had not gone fast-er, ev'n if we had flown,
So sup-ple and strong was my lit-tle back-bone.

"Swift sped the huge skate through the smooth-flow-ing
I felt his cold gills al-most touch-ing my side;
One ter-ri-ble rush, like the rush of a whale,
And he fast-ened his teeth in the tip of my tail.


"One des-per-ate bound to-ward the depths of the sea!
One fear-ful con-vul-sion, and lo, I was free!
In the deep caves of o-cean I float-ed a-lone,
But oh! where was my lit-tle, my lit-tle back-bone

"It was lost! it was gone with my beau-ti-ful tail!
So love-ly and slen-dcr, so grace-ful and frail!
Sweet tail! yet I'd mourn not were that lost a-lone,
But what can a. smelt do with-out a back-bone

"And that's why I wrig-gle, and that's why I sigh,
And that's why I'm wip-ing my poor lit-tle eye;
For my sys-tem has nev-er re-cov-ered its tone,
Since I met with the loss of my lit-tle back-bone!"

BY L. E. R.

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ON-T wrig-gle a-bout an-y more, my dear!
I'm sure all your joints must be sore, my dear.
It's wrig-gle and jig-gle,
It's twist and it's wrig-gle,
Like an eel on a shin-gly shore, my dear,
Like an eel on a shin-gly shore.
Oh, how do you think you would feel, my dear,
If you should turn in-to an eel, my dear ?
With nev-er an arm
To pro-tect you from harm,
And no sign of a toe or a heel, my dear ?
No sign of a toe or a heel?
And what do you think you would do, my dear,
Far down in the wa-ter so blue, my dear ?
Where the prawns and the shrimps,
With their curls and their crimps,


Would turn up their nos-es at you, my dear,
Would turn up their nos-es at you.
The crab he would give you a nip, my dear,
And the lob-ster would lend you a clip, my dear;
And per-haps if a shark
Should come by in the dark,
Down his throat you might hap-pen to slip, my dear,
Down his throat you might hap-pen to slip.

Then try to sit still on your chair, my dear,
To your par-ents 'tis no more than fair, my dear I
For we re-al-ly don't feel
Like in-vit-ing an eel
Our board and our lodg-ing to share, my dear.
Our board and our lodg-ing to share.



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LIP-PER-TY jip-per-ty, lit-tie one, oh!
What do you say to some gin-ger-bread snow ?
What do you think of some fric-as-seed ice ?
Or long-eth my ba-by for ra-gout of mice?
Flip-per-ty jip-per-ty, lit-tle one, ah!
What says my dar-ling to pud-ding of tar ?
What says wee Sal-lie to la-ger-beer soup ?
Or fears she 'twill give her that hor-ri-ble crowp 9
Flip-per-ty jip-per-ty, lit-tle one, you!
What says my la-dy to ice-cream stew?
Would she please this fat pic-kle just to sip?
'Twill add a soft green to her del-i-cate lip.

BY L. E. R.
DAME PUSS fell a-sleep in
S ''the great arm-chair,
141. And she dreamed a drean.
That was strange and rare;
She dreamed that the mice
: --'': were to give a grand ball,
'-- ... And they begged her to come
--= and to dance with them all.
,. \ .'* ~- Puss said (in her dream), with
a cour-te-sy low,
"With pleas-ure, dear friends, to your ball I'll go."
And she said to her-self, with a sly lit-tle mew,
" Ill dance with you, yes but I'll eat you too !"
When Pus-sy ar-rived at the Cas-tle Mouse,
She re-al-ly could hard-ly get in-to the house;
For the house was small, and the crowd was great,
And, be-sides, Mad-am Puss was a whole hour late. [high,
When she reached the great hall, which was re-al-ly quite
The mice placed be-fore her a huge, mam-moth pie,
And they said, La-dy Puss, you are hun-gry, we fear,
So the best of our dain-ties we've brought for you here."
So Puss with good will set to
work at her food,
_- -For the smell of that pas-try,
oh! wasn't it good!
She picked, and she licked,
and she gob-bled a-way,
And wished it might last for a
year and a day.
But when it was gone, Pus-sy
thought, with a sigh,


"Ah! how will the mice taste
now, af-ter the pie ?
How-ev-er, I'll eat them, of
course, since they're there." -
And she looked up,--no sign
of a mouse an-y-where !
No sign of a mouse and the
door it was shut.
Puss made ev-er-y ef-fort to LI
0-pen it, but
It was firm dou-ble-locked; and the win-dows were barred
With rail-ings of i-ron, all heav-y and hard.
To make mat-ters worse, as each win-dow she tried,
She heard the mice gig-gling and squeak-ing out-side.
By their shrill cries of tri-umph, they thought, it was plain
That their en-e-my nev-er could get out a-gain.
But at this Pus-sy's cour-age at once did re-vive;
"What stay here !" she cried, "and be bur-ied a-live ?
Be eat-en by mice when my suf-fer-ing 's o'er?
No nev-er! MI-OW! I will break down the door !"
She gath-ered her strength for a ter-ri-ble spring,
And flew at the door like a
bird on the wing. ,
Crash, smash, went the pan-
els! One more fran-tic leap,
And then -why, Dame Pus-
sy a-woke from her sleep,
And there she was sit-ting in
mas-ter's arm-chair, F
No cas-tle! no pie! not a *
mouse an-y-where!


She stretched her-self, yawn-ing and rub-bing her eyes,
And looked all a-round with the great-est sur-prise.
Ah! Pus-sy, 'twas on-ly a dream, dear! but still
'Twas a dream full of warn-ing for good or for ill.
When you go to Mouse Cas-tie, just take my ad-vice,
Be-fore touch-ing the pas-try,first eat up the mice !

BY L. E. R.
H mlit-tle flow-ers
i came up in the -
spring, blue-bells, and ili--
ly-bells, and daf-fo-dils;
and they said, "Who is '
to be our king now?
Then a black cloud hur-
ried up out of the east,
and the rain came pelt-
ing down. The cloud must and glis-ten. The flow-ers
be the king !" cried the lit- raised their heads. "No !"
tie flow-ers; and he sends they cried. Now we know
these sharp, pelt-ing drops that the sun is our king, for
to pun-ish us for not rec-og- he rais-es us from the earth
niz-ing him." And they bent and smiles on us, and decks
down, and bowed their fa- us with roy-al pearls and
ces to the earth. Soon, how- di-a-monds. Long live the
ev-er, the cloud melt-ed a- king !"
way, and the bright sun- And so, ev-er since, the
shine came pour-ing down, sun has been king of the
mak-ing the rain-drops flash flow-ers.


IT-TLE BO-PEEP has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them a-lone, and they'll come home,
Wag-ging their tails be-hind them.

BY L. E. R.

LIKE to slap my moth-er's face,"
Said bon-ny lit-tle Ba-by Grace;
" I like to scratch my moth-er's cheek,
Her ven-er-a-ble ears to tweak;
And, then, it is such glo-ri-ous fun
To pull her hairs out one by one!

"My moth-er s old, and ug-ly too,
She has no sash of love-ly blue;
Her dress is nev-er .half so fine,
So beau-ti-ful-ly white, as mine;
And she can nei-ther jump nor crow;
What's mother good forb, an-y-how?"


But, ah! this lit-tle Ba-by Grace,
She falls, and hits her own wee face
Her lit-tle fore-head, too, is hurt,
Her snow-white dress is streaked with dirt.
Now, if she'd been on moth-er's arm,
She nev-er would have come to harm.

And as in moth-er's lap she lies,
The tear-drops stream-ing from her eyes,
And as her moth-er rocks her soft,
And sings the songs she's sung so oft,
I'm sure she'd say, if she knew how,
"I know what mother's good for now."





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