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THE INFANT RESTORED
His mother up the hill did creep
SL Upon her hands and knees;
A little boy, so strong and gay, The infant still ascends the steep-
That had just began to walk,
Oft in the fields would sport and play, He now his mother sees:
Before he well could talk She called not,-but her breast she showed!
One day he to the cliff did stray,-
His mother feared to call, The child ran down the hill:
Lest he from her would run away, "* My boy is saved!" she cried aloud;
And o'er the cliff should fall.
Printed and Published by A. PARK 47, Leonard Street, Finsbury. London. Oh, guard him from all ill."
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THE DARLING IN DANGER. THE DARLING SAVED."
Mamma cried out to little Anne, The poor child floated down the stream;
Keep from the water, dear;" Help, help," her mother cried;
Ann heard her not-for she faster ran, Her faithful dog rush'd to the scene,
Till she came to the river clear : And plung'd amidst the tide;
The bank was steep, and wet the ground- One moment later, and poor Anne
Poor Anne slipped inwthe water! Had sunk to rise no more;
Her frightened mother cried, She's drown'd But Carlo caught her by her clothes,
I have lost my darling daughter! Andbrought her safe to shore
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THE PLEASANT RIDE. JOHN LEARNING TO RIDE POMPEY.
A pretty goat, with horns so long, Cried John, 'Come, Pompey, stand you still
For get upon vour back I will!'
With coat so rough, and legs so strong, For et our ack I il
Dre ary in her chaise so ay, The dog was pleased, and stood with pride.
Drew Mary in her chaise so gay, th
r. To let his little master ride.
To ride about when fine the day:
I When mounted, Mary held his arm,
Her father went the goat to mind,
Lest, when to play e was inclined, To keep her brother free from harm;
Lest, when to play he was inclined,
He should jump or skip, or go contrary, ff Pope trotted-Jlhn, with glee,
And from the chaise throw little Mary. Cried, How do you like my dog and me ?
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EMM AND HER TALKING DOLL: THE LITTLE SOLDIERS.
Emma had a new wax-doll- Come, come, come, to the sound of the drum;
It would open and shut its eyes; Rub-a-dub, we at Soldiers' will play !
And more, this doll could Mamma' call, Now, little Harry, the flag you shall carry,
To Emma's great surprise: And merrily we'll march all away.
Its eyes were blue, its hair was white, See the gay captain stand, lath-sword in hand,
The dress was new and smart! All the boys march about at his call,
And Emma cried, with great delight, And the head of the band, in triumph so grauid.
With my doll I'll never part!" Cries-" Huzza, we are merry boys all!"
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