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A was an Apple Pie, juicy and
For very good children, a very
B is young Bertie, who bit at
And took care to do it when no
one was by.
C stands for Charlie, who cut
for the others,
And handed it round to his sisters
D Danced so gaily before the
knd showed her delight by the
glance of her eye.
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J Jumped twenty times with a
face full of joy,
So eager to taste it was this little
K Kept it, and thought that she
looked very grand,
As she sat by its side with a rod
in her hand.
L Longed for the Pie, and she
wanted it soon,
For her plate was quite ready,
and so was her spoon.
M Mourned; for Mamma had
just sent him to bed,
\For tasks left undone, and for
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N Nodded her head wnen she
stood on the chair,
And shook all the curls of her
pretty brown hair.
O Opened the Pie, just to see
what was in it,
And lifted the crust up in less
than a minute.
p Peeped at the Pie, which she
thought very nice,
So she asked her Papa for a very
Q Quaked; for he thought that
it looked rather small,
And he feared there might not
be enough for them all.
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R Ran for a knife, as he wanted
How much he could eat of this
large Apple Pie.
S Stood by the table and picked
at the crust;
You'll not be so sly or so greedy,
T Took up with pleasure so
splendid a gift;
But found it too hot and too heavy
V Viewed the big Pie and ad-
mired its figure,
For Grandmama's spectacles
made it look bigger.
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W Wished for some more, but
was ready to cry
When she heard that the ser-
vants had finished the Pie.
X expected his dear little sister
So he brought her some pudding,
her mind to relieve.
y Yielded the point, and was
cheerful about it,
Saying, If the Pie's gone, we
must all do without it."
Z Zealously tried little Winnie
Like a good elder sister, so kind
THE OLD BALLAD
A MERCHANT, once upon a time, who had great store of
Among his household placed a youth sore pinch'd by want and cold;
No father or no mother watched with love o'er this poor boy,
Whose. dearest treasure was a Cat, his pet and only joy,
That came to him beseechingly when death was at the door,
And kindly to relieve her wants he shared his little store.
A grateful Cat! no mice might live where she put up to dwell,
And Whittington could calmly sleep, while Puss watched o'er his
That once o'erran with vermin so, no rest had he by night,
Placed in this garret vile to please a cruel woman's spite.
Alice advises him to send his Cat.
Now on the Thames a gallant ship lay ready to set sail,
When spoke the Merchant, Ho! prepare to catch the favoring. gale,
And each who will his fortune try, haste, get your goods on board,
The gains ye all shall share with me, whatever they may afford;
From distant lands where precious musks and jewels rare are found,
What joy to waft across the seas their spoils to English ground!"
So hasted then each one on board, with what he best could find,
Before the ship for Afric's land flew swiftly with the wind.
The little boy he was so poor, no goods had he to try,
And as he stood and saw the ship, a tear bedimm'd his eye,
To think how Fortune smiled on all except on his sad lot-
As if he were by gracious Heaven neglected and forgot!
The Merchant and his daughter too, fair Alice, mark'd his grief,
And with a gentle woman's heart, intent on kind relief,
She bade him bring his Cat to try her fortune o'er the sea;
"Who knows," she said, "what she may catch in gratitude to thee!"
With weeping and with sore lament he brought poor Puss on board;
And now the ship stood out for sea, with England's produce stored.
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And as she sped far out of sight, his heart was like to break;
His friend had gone that shared his crust, far sweeter for her sake.
Humble his lot the Merchant knew, but knew not that the Cook
With blows and cuffs the boy assail'd, and surly word and look,
Until his life a burden seemed, too grievous to be borne,
Though Alice oft would pity him, so lowly and forlorn.
Now musing long, the thought arose his plight could scarce be worse,
And forth he rush'd into the fields, regardless of his course.
The cutting winds blew bleak and cold upon his shiv'ring breast,
His naked feet were pierced with thorns, on every side distressed;
He sank, o'erpowered with- grief and pain, upon a wayside stone,
Bezhinking there to end his days, with none to make him moan:
And calling upon GOD for aid in this last hour of need-
On GOD, who never yet refused to hear the wretched plead.
And now the bells sound loud and clear, as thus he lay forlorn,
Seeming to say, "O W0 hittington, thou foolish boy, return!
Lord Mayor of London thou shalt be, Dick Whittington, if thou
Wilt turn again, and meet thy lot with bold and manly brow."*
The six bells of Bow Church rang, and seemed to say to him:
"Turn again, Whittington, Lord Mayor of London;
Turn again, Whittington, Lord Mayor of London."
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Up sprang the boy to hear such sounds, so cheerful and so sweet,
He felt no more the piercing winds, the thorns beneath his feet,
But raising up his eyes to Heaven, he prayed for strength to bear
Whatever in His wisdom GOD might please to make him share.
And now his steps retracing fast, good news he quickly hears,-
How that a richly-laden ship, amid ten thousand cheers,
Had entered port from distant climes, full freighted with their gold,
By traffic gained for English wares in honest barter sold.
With shout and song the crew rejoiced-not less the folk on shore-
Told of adventures strange and rare among the blackamoor;
And how their King was glad to see our English sailors bold,
Who sat and ate and drank with him from cups of purest gold.
Once on a day, amid their cheer, when health went gaily round,
How were the crew amazed to see, in swarms upon the ground,
Unnumber'd rats and mice rush forth and seize the goodly cheer,
While stood the wondering guests aloof, o'erwhelmed with dread and
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Cat at Banquet killing Rats.
"Oh!" said the King, "what sums I'd give to rid me of these vile
Detested rats, whose ravages our bed and board defile !"
Now, hearing this, the sailors straight bethought them of the Cat,
And said, "0 King, we'll quickly rid your palace of each rat."
"Indeed!" the King, delighted, said; "go fetch her quick as thought,
For such a treasure many a year I 've long and vainly sought;
And should she prove as ye have said, your ship shall loaded be
With gold in heaps, so rich a prize I deem your Cat to be."
And now the Cat did soon perform such feats as ne'er were seen;
Oh, how the scampering, mangled rats amused the King and Queen!
Rich treasures now for Whittington were sent on board the ship,
That, laden with a golden freight, did let her cables slip,
And stood for England, while the breeze a favoring impulse lent,
As if for sake of Whittington both ship and breeze were sent.
And soon again the bells rang forth a loud and merry strain,
For wealth and honours crowded now on Whittington amain.
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With gentle Alice for his bride, he stands before the priest,
And after holy rites and vows comes next the wedding feast.
The poor were feasted well, I ween, upon that happy day,
And never from his door did go the poor uncheer'd away.
" Lord Mayor of London spoke the bells-they spoke both well and
And still the stone is pointed out unto the traveller's view,
Where Whittington, in prayer to GOD, cast all his fears aside,
And rose and braced him for the strife, whatever might betide.
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PUSSY'S LONDON LIFE.
PUSSY'S LONDON LIFE.
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U PON a sunny garden seat But Grilda, hating grave advice,
The Lady Grilda sat, Would shake her pretty head,
Who was, we wish it understood, And seldom listen to a word
Merely a titled cat. Of what her mother said.
It must be owned this sounds too grand; 'T was in a quiet country house
But I have heard them tell She hitherto had dwelt,
That, being born with so much grace, But many a wish to see the world
The name became her well. Had Lady Grilda felt.
This kitten was of Persia's breed, In London, or in some large town,
'T was thence her parents came; She fain would go and stay;
Their coats were white and soft as silk, Her beauty in this lonely place
And Grilda's was the same. She thought was thrown away.
But sadly vain my lady was A change came o'er her life at last,,
Of all her lovely hair; And she was glad to know
She thought no kitten in the land 'T was settled that to live in town
Could with herself compare. She very soon should go.
And Pussy had another fault,- Whilst sitting on the garden seat,
She'd often disobey; As we before have said,
Would sometimes to the larder go, Visions of future London life
And carry bits away. Completely filled her head.
With much regret her mother saw But when a gentle step drew near,
Her daughter's silly pride, From all these dreams she woke
And, as a careful parent should, To see her mother by her side,
To check such failings tried. Who thus to Grilda spoke:
"To say a word or two, my child, I can't be certain that the tears
Before we part, I come; In Grilda's eyes arose;
Words which, perhaps, may cross your But, walking round her parent's sides,
mind She purr'd and rubb'd her nose.
When you are far from home.
She really meant to try and mind
" Grilda,"-the mother raised her paw,- All that her mother said;
Grilda, attend to me; But like a corn-sieve full of holes
Remember that where'er you go, Was Lady Grilda's head:
You must obedient be.
The words went in at one white ear,
" I pray you ne'er again to take
But not, alas! to stay;
A scrap that s not your own, Bu ,
A srap that' not you o, For at the other out they slipped,
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And vanish d quite away.
Than just a chicken-bone.
"And recollect that Pussy-cats Her future mistress, when in town,
Quite idle should not be; Lived in Throckmorton Square;
The pleasant task of catching mice And very shortly afterwards
Is given you and me. Grilda was taken there.
Is given you and me.
"Try and think less about your looks,- This town house, in her country eyes,
You're but a kitten small; Seemed fitted for a queen;
Surely in such a little thing Such grandeur and such elegance
Should be no pride at all. She never yet had seen.
"And now, my daughter, fare thee well; And in her silly little heart
Attend to what I've said;" The foolish Pussy thought,
And then the mother rubbed her cheek This seems the proper place for me
Against her kitten's head. To which I now am brought.
"A Londoner I am become, Grilda had very often thought
There's something grand in that; 'T would be delightful fun
I 'm very glad I've ceased to be To find some way of slipping out,
A simple country cat. And take a pleasant run.
"Such vulgar work I need not do Now was the moment for escape!
As running after mice; But first of all with care
Poor mother might, at all events, She wash'd her face, arranged her tail,
Have spared me that advice." And smooth'd her silken hair.
But one thing Grilda much disliked That she was doing very wrong
In this her London home, This naughty Pussy knew;
That not beyond the garden gate Yet, springing on the window-sill,
Was she allowed to roam. She through the opening flew.
Perhaps, too, if the truth were known, 'T was very pleasant for a time
She rather long'd to go, To play and run about;
Her graceful form and snow-white coat But soon she felt it dull, and wished
The London cats to show. Some kitten would come out.
She almost hoped that as she pass'd And then she found with great dismay
They'd all turn round and stare, Her coat was getting soiled,
And wonder who that kitten was And feared that, ere 't was even seen,
With such a noble air. Her beauty would be spoiled.
Within an empty attic room, From such a black and dirty place
In which she used to play, She saw 't was time to go;
A window opening on the roof So softly creeping down the wall,
Was left unclosed one day. She gained the street below.
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Having from roof to roof skipp'd on, Whilst here she crouch'd behind some
She'd wandered from the square, coal
And reached a street which proved to be In miserable plight,
A busy thoroughfare. The owner came to close the door
And lock it for the night.
She stood bewilder'd with the noise,
Not knowing where to fly, Set free next day, misfortune still
When suddenly a savage dog Appear'd to be her fate:
Came running briskly by. A milkman chanced to leave his pail
Outside an iron gate;
He stopped, for on a flight of steps The pail as nearly full of milk,
The pail was nearly full of milk,
The trembling cat he spied; ,
Thus early in the day,
Then darting up, with grinning teeth Thus early in the day,
And there it stood, a tempting sight,
To seize her neck he tried.
Exactly in her way.
Never was cat more nearly caught.-- 'T was more than kitten could resist,
The dog had touched her tail, So scrambling up the side,
When Grilda sprang, with bristling hair, To reach the white delicious food
Upon an iron rail. Poor starving Grilda tried.
He hoped to reach her as she clung, The milkman saw her, and his lungs
And leap'd with all his might; Sent forth so loud a yell,
But giving one more desperate bound, That overbalancing herself,
She vanish'd from his sight. Into the pail she fell!
In vain he hunted up and down, As quickly out she came again,
And scented all around, Dragged by the angry man;
For Puss was safely hid inside And, smarting from his cuffs and blows,
A coal-shed underground. All dripping, off she ran.
Alas, poor Pussy! every hope No food that day had touch'd her lips,
Of admiration o'er, Yet all had pass'd her by;
She only long'd to find her way No one had seen her outstretch'd hand
Back to her home once more. Or listen'd to her cry.
But she, like others I have known, And thus she linger'd on her way,
The lesson had to learn,- Till coming to a shop,
Though easy 't is to go astray, The fragrant scent of new-baked bread
'T is harder to return. Caused hungry Madge to stop.
At length she saw what seemed to her She knew, poor child! those loaves and
A quiet little place buns
Beside a post, where she might creep Had not been baked for her,
To wash her sides and face. Yet from the pleasant sight and smell
She did not care to stir.
Yet even here poor Grilda found
SShe gazed so long, they came at last
She could not safely stay; To order her away;
To order her away ;
Some schoolboys passing by the spot The baker said 't was not the place
The baker said 't was not the place
Soon pelted her away.
Soonpelted her away. For beggar-girls to stay.
Another little wanderer A woman passing from the shop
Was pacing up the street, Possess'd a kindly heart;
Like Grilda, scarcely knowing where She broke a penny roll in two,
To turn her weary feet. And gave the child a part.
'T was Madge Dunlee, a beggar-girl, But just as Madge began to eat,
Sent forth to beg her bread; Came Grilda to her side,
A child of want and woe was she, And plain as starving Pussy could
Untaught, uncloth'd, unfed. To beg a morsel tried.
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" There's not enough," thought Madge, She noticed how the beggar-child
"I 'm sure, Her scanty meal had shared,
For Pussy and for me; And how, though wanting food herself,
But yet how very weak and faint For Pussy she had cared.
The poor thing seems to be!
She sent to bid her come within
" There, take a bit; I know so well Her hospitable door,
How bad it feels to want; And gave her such a meal as Madge
Though as to giving any more, Had never seen before.
No, Puss, indeed I can't."
Once more in safety, Grilda learned
But as she sat upon a step, lesson from that day
A lesson from that day:
Eating her bit of bread, .r
Eating her bit of bread, That 't is not well for little ones
Puss mew d and touched her with her paw, A as to e tr way.
T t r 1 Always to have their way.
Imporing to be fed.
Her constant cries and eager looks' Her goodness to the stranger cat
Went straight to Madge's heart: For Madge vast changes wrought;
Of every piece of roll she ate The lady placed her in a school,
She gave the cat a part. And had her clothed and taught.
This little scene by chance took place And thus we see what great events
Close to Throckmorton Square, From trifling things may spring;
And Grilda's mistress from her house So let us kindness try to show
Observ'd the hungry pair. To ev'ry living thing.
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