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WE TOOK A WALK.
RHYMES AND RHYTHMS
AND HISTORIES DROLL
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS
FROM POLE TO POLE
"And childhood had its litanies
In every age and clime "
LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS
BY MARY WILEY STAVER
aorhtibrl anbti i)urc)ill
JOHN ANDREW AND SON CO.
MARY WILEY JONES
MARY WILEY CAMERON
'---- 11Y-HYMES and rhythms,
i.tliis and rhymes,
B Brazen bells,
And silver chimes.
What will we hear,
And what will we see,
If we look in this book,
You dears, and me.
We'll catch the rhythms,
As we read the rhymes,
And laugh, perhaps,
If we like the chimes.
We'll stop at each picture
And take a good look,
We'll not miss one
To the end of the book.
LA VINIA EBBINGHA USEN,
YESSIE WILLCOX SMITH,
J. AUGUSTUS BECK,
LIST OF POEMS.
A CHILD'S SON 108
A FUss .
AH, ME Al, ME THE SAD MISHAP 21
A LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS 82
A LITTLE MOUSE 121
ALWAYS DO RIGHT 7
AN ACCIDENT .
A QUERY 43
BABY DUNN. -
BE GOOD 87
BIM BAM! BUM! .
BOY-BLUE AND BO-PEEP 68
CAN-AND-WILL AND CAN-BUT-WON'T 135
CHICKIES, CHICK, CHICK .. .4
CHICKIE'S PLEA 45
CLICKETY, CLICKETY, CLICKETY, CLACK 109
DOLLY .. 25
LIST OF POEMS.
Do SOMETHING GOOD TO-DAY, MY DEARS .
DO YOUR BEST
EARLY SPRING .
FEED THE HELPLESS BIRDIES
FRISKY AND FLOSSY
I-ERE'S A BOX .
HERE'S A DISH .
HOW LONG TO SLEEP
I CAN'T, SAID LAZY JIM .
IF YOU HAVE A THING TO DO .
I'LL SOFTLY SPEAK AND THEN I'LL SIGH
I LOVE PAPA, I LOVE MAMMA .
I TOOK MY LITTLE PONY .
IT'S RAINING ON THE MOUNTAIN
JIMMIE1 MCCALL .
KITTIE WHITENOSE .
LIFE IS VERY FLEETING .
LINKUM, LUIMKUM, LORY .
LITTLE ANDY .
LITTLE BIRDIE ON THE TREE
LITTLE JACK HALE SAID HE WANTED SOME FUN
LITTLE JACK KEEIDER .
LITTLE MABEL .
LITTLE TILLY .
LURALY, LURALY, LURALY-LEE
MOTHER SHEEP LOVES HER LITTLE LAMB .
LIST OF POEMS
Now, WHAT DO YOU THINK, AND WHAT DO YOU THINK
OH, ME! HOWEVER WILL I LIVE THROUGH THIS DAY
OLD MOTHER BRINDLE'S COMING HOME WITH HER CALF.
OLD SIR BUMBLEBEE .
ONE DAY LITTLE JOHNNIE WAS WORKING HARD
ONE SUNSHINY DAY .
OUR LITTLE DOG NIP .
PEDLER JIM. .
POOR OLD HORSIE .
PRAY, WHAT'S IN YOUR BASKET?
RIDING ON A RAIL-CAR .
SANTA CLAUS IN TROUBLE .
SPRING IS HERE .
STRIKE WHILE THE IRON'S HOT .
THE ALARM .
THE BELL .
THE BIRTHDAY .
THE CAPTIVE BIRD .
THE COW, THE CALF, AND THE PIG .
THE DISAGREEMENT .
THE DISTRESSED OWL .
THE EASTER EGG .
THE FAMILY CLOCK .
THE FOX STOLE A GOOSE .
THE HARD LESSON .
THE HOLIDAY .
LIST OF POEMS.
THE HUMMING-BIRD AND CAT-BIRD
THE LONELY LITTLE MAIDEN
THE MOON \
THE SAILOR .
THE WALK .
THE WORLD IS VERY BEAUTIFUL
THOUGH KINDLY SPEECH MAiY LINGER LONG
THREE LITTLE GOSLINS .
THREE LITTLE MEN .
TIME AND TIDE .
TO GRANDMA'S .
TONY AND TIM .
TOWSER FOUND A MAR RO1W-BONE
TWINKUM, TWUMKUM, TWANKUM, TERRY
TWISTUM TWATUM, TWEETUITM, TWEE
TWO SOBER LITTLE SISTERS
VILLAGE NEWS .
WE TOOK A WALK .
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY BONNET?
WHAT THEY ALL DID .
WHEREVER I GO.
WINKIE WEE .
NOTE. -The following Poems were originally published in the Christian Union":
A LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS
FRISKY AND FLOSSY
KITTY WIVITENOSE .
82 I SANTA CLAUS IN TROUBLE
94 SPECKLE .
113 SPRING IS HERE
NEW AND TRUE
O OR the nursery, for the hall,
For the spring, and for the fall;
For the winter and for the summer,
For quiet girl, and noisy drummer.
For child and youth in every clime;
For old and young who have the time,
For one alone, or all together;
For rainy days, or shining weather.
S-J' .- ':
THE WORLD IS VERY BEAUTIFUL.
'HE world is very beautiful,
I cannot tell you why;
I only know it's beautiful -
The earth, the air, the sky.
The green trees standing in the sun,
Forming the prettiest bowers;
The birds, half-crazed with happy song;
And oh, the lovely flowers!
Oh, yes, the world is beautiftil,
And I've just told you why;
The song of birds, and blooming flowers,
Green earth and soft blue sky.
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SPRING IS HERE.
SO! up and away, for Spring is here;
The air is balmy, and skies are clear;
Roses are budding, and birds are singing,
And all the earth with joy seems ringing.
Grasses are growing, and soon they will wave
On sloping banks, o'er lawn and o'er grave;
While down in the meadow, and up on the hill,
Are blooming the cowslip and daffodil.
Over the rocks fresh moss is growing,
And everywhere are violets blowing;
While, dressed in new beauty, the stately trees
With careless grace yield now to the breeze.
The brooklet, unbound, hurries on to the sea,
And, hurrying, sings in low tone its glee;
While the sky, which hung o'er us in wintry gloom,
Now softens to shades, which no art can presume.
SPRING IS HERE.
The oriole swings in his half-built nest,
While the blackbird sings to the one he loves best;
And the squirrel is leaping from tree to tree,
To see what the chance for nuts will be.
Oh, the sights and the sounds for eye and for ear
Fill the heart of even the '.-- --.r with cheer,
And be quickens the pace of his lagging feet,
As he wanders away down alley and street;
For nature invites to the wide-spread feast
The high and the low, the greatest and least.
Then up and away, for Spring is here,
And life, light, and joy are everywhere.
OLD SIR BUMBLEBEE.
LD Sir Bumblebee for short, Sir
"- Bun -
''Did nothing but buz, and buz,
S And fly about through the hazy
He'd buz and hum, and didn't
If the world rolled round, or the
/world stood still,
Or if water ran up or down the
He'd buz and hum, and didn't
As he flew about through the hazy air.
O LD Mother Brindle's coming home with her calf;
Grandpa Sumner walks behind with his staff.
He found Alother Brindle at the end of the wood,
Where she has tried every day to hide, if she could.
But Grandpa Sumner knew all about it,
And says such habits must surely be routed.
So old Mother Brindle can nothing else do,
But march right along, scolding, moo-oo-o.
AII me ah me! the ,ad mishap!
Poor little mouse in the trap!
Oh, mousie, mouse, if I could,
I'd let you out, indeed I would!
You have been naughty, that I know;
But I have oft been naughty, too,
Yet ne'er was punished half like you.
So mouse, mousie, if I could,
I'd let you out, indeed I would.
IME will not wait, nor will the tide,
Be it thy wish to sail or ride:
Relentless still, no matter what
Cause thy delay, or what forgot;.
Appointments made, or changed plan,-
Time waits not for thee, boy or man.
Remember, then, time rushing on,
Thy promise due; time's come, -it's gone.
Promise broken, pledge forgot,
Stand abashed, excuse thee not.
For high or low, or small or great,
Nor time, nor tide, will ever wait.
I TOOK my little pony,
And galloped down the road;
I met a weary traveller,
With a heavy, heavy load.
TWINKUM, TWUNKU3, TITWANIKUIM, TIWE RRY.
I loaned the man my pony,
On which to put his pack;
But, alas, alas! my pony
Has never yet come back.
T WIINKUM, twunkum, twankum, terry;
Here's a peach, and there's a cherry;
Here's an apple, and there's a pear ;
Here's a monkey, and there's a bear.
Twinkum, twunkum, twankumn, twerry,
This is funny, ain't it? Very.
S'E been to the village and
S'I heard the news:
iMy'1 Malone has a pair of
, new shoes; -
Fannie McNulty and Patrick
Hired a carriage and drove to
!;p the fair;
r- The Misses Van Hatten have "
opened a school,
But no child in the village .
likes the new rule,-
A black mark to their names,
put there as a fine,
If not in their seats when the
clock strikes nine;
Annie Caskadden has got a
., .. ith a bit of bright ribbon
and two feathers on it;
Mary De Long has a pretty brown cloak,
A gift from her aunt living down in Pembroke;
They've got a new clerk in Binghamton's store,
And a beautiful knocker on Mullison's door.
I met Martha Glibb, and I could not refuse
To stop just a bit while she told me the news.
OOK at my charming dolly,
She came across the sea;
This darling, lovely dolly ,
My grandma gave to me.
To think how very far she came, -
Across the wide, wide sea!
And over many miles of land,
To make her home with me!
And oh, I love her so,
My own dear, precious dolly!
Her name I never thought of that;
Her name why, it is Dolly !
O N their way to church one day,
While ding, dong, rang the bell,
Two young lasses, gayly dressed,
Into gossip fell.
A stranger walking near the twain
Listening to the bell,
Hearing, too, the flippant talk,
Into revery fell.
Soon three tongues seemed (cl ii..i:g
With something strong to tell;
He vainly tried to heed them all,
Then yielded to the bell,
And tells below, in plainest word,
Advice which from the bell he heard,
Though changed in rhythm as it fell
In ding-dongs from the stately bell.
Ding, dong, says the bell,
All you hear never tell,
Never tell, never tell;
Ding, dong, remember well,
All you hear never tell;
Ding, dong ; fare-you-well.
LURALY, LURALY, LURALY-LEE.
Ding, dong, says the bell,
Whispered news never tell,
Ever tell, never tell;
Ding, d.., remember well,
Whispered news never tell
Ding, dong ; fare-you-well.
Still resounds the strange refrain,
Ding, dong ; come again,
Come again, but never tell
All you hear, says the bell;
Never tell, never tell;
Ding, dong, fare-you-well.
,. HURALY, luraly, luraly-lee;
It's a wonderful, wonderful mystery!
All nature is working with industry,
.If But the little girl under the apple-tree.
The humming-bird hums it, and so does the
,. Luraly, luraly, luraly-lee;
.'' We are all as busy as busy can
But the little girl under the apple-tree ;
Luraly, luraly, luraly, luraly-lee,
The little girl under the apple-tree.
'LL tell you of the little girl
Who's hurrying through the grass
The nearest way, she likes it best, -
The earnest little lass.
We call her Mary Margaret,
A very stately name;
She calls herself just Mamie,
Which answers all the same.
TONY AND TIM
She's going over to Grandma's
With her little basket,
Where anything the darling wants
She only needs to ask it.
If hungry for a cookie,
Or dolly needs some clothes,
And no one else can give them,
She straight to Grandma goes.
Soon with her little basket
Filled to overflowing,
Crowded in and packed down,
Homeward she'll be going.
And Grandma gets such precious pay
In love and sweetest kisses!
Of these the darling gives, and gives,
And gives, and never misses.
TONY and Tim,
And Jerry and Jim,
Are down in the meadow mowing;
Apples and cherries,
And juniper berries,
Are out in my garden growing.
P. OOR old horsie,
Turned out to die!
A shame oh, 'tis cruel !
I hear you all cry.
For years he was faithful
To his master, and true;
Ne'er shirking his work,
And the hardest work, too.
Instead, now, of standing
Half starved in the cold,
Since useless and old,
WHAT DO YOU THINK.
He ought to be favored,
And sheltered from harm ;
Have the choicest of food,
And best stall in the barn.
A shame oh, how cruel!
Let all the world cry,
To leave the poor horsie
In the cold there to die!
OW, what do you think, and what do you think,
-My little kitten does nothing but wink!
She winks in the morning, and winks at noon;
She winks at the sun, and winks at the moon;
She winks when she eats, and winks when she drinks,
And I never can guess in the least what she thinks.
Y fingers all are naughty;
I'll punish every one.' /
0 nursie what will mamma
Just see what they have -
They broke that pretty china mug!
My naughty fingers did:
They let it fall, I could not help)
They broke the mug and lid
Alas, alas a sad mistake !
Could they tell, they'd say 'twas you.
Your little fingers servants are ;
What you command, they do.
When you no naughty wishes have,
Or ill commands to fill,
How calmly in your lap they lie!
How innocent and still !
But when too curious you become
To see those things forbid,
Your will commands, they quick obey;
Behold, a broken mug and lid!
HERE'S A DISH.
Then let your mind, dear child, dictate
To those willing servants ten,
To let alone, or work for good, -
What glad results will follow then
HERE'S a dish,
With a fish
Nicely laid upon it.
And no doubt thinks
She'd like to feast upon it.
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N the fall of the year, when the woods are ablaze
With the beauty of autumn, and the air is all haze,
In a month that's more beautiful even than May,
This dear little girl celebrates her birthday.
She is waiting, you see, for her playmates to come
And join in the pleasures and plays of her home.
The day will be happy, many returns may there be,
But soon she will change from the child that you see.
For the years they will come, and the years they will go,
Fly they ever so fast, or creep they but slow,
And her childhood will fade, like a dream far away;
And yet it may be on some future birthday
That still the same likeness we clearly may trace
'Twixt the woman full grown and this dear little face.
N INETY little blackbirds sitting on a tree,
Nothing ever like it seen by you or me.
Another little blackbird I cannot say where from -
Came and sat amongst them, making ninety-one.
Then every little blackbird tuned its cheery voice,
And joined a song of gladness, to show each could rejoice
Because another little bird was added to the crowd.
At first they sang quite softly, then sang out clear and loud.
Then another little blackbird, flying from afar,
Came and joined the merry ones it never made a jar.
Each little bird was happy, each little heart was true,
And now it's plain as can be, there were just ninety-two.
And still another blackbird, as if from out a cloud,
Came suddenly amongst them, singing sweet and loud.
Again, if you will count, you'll quite agree with me,
This cheery flock of blackbirds now numbered ninety-three.
Then I heard the wind blow; but as merry as could be
Were those happy little blackbirds, singing on that tree.
Another came and joined them since I had shut the door,
And so, you see, with that one, there were just ninety-four.
XINE LY YAN 1<.
Their song so full of welcome, and full of glad refrain,
Was tuned to meet another, as I looked out again.
And ninety-five blithe voices werVe carolling so sweet,
Their song filled all the air of wood, and vale, and street.
The people paused to listen, and in their hearts felt glad
That of all those little blackbirds not one was dull or sad.
And here I'll pause to tell you another quickly came,-
They never asked where from, or sought to know his riname.
Ninety-six in all you see, the number here was even,-
But quick as thought another came, making ninety-seven.
The more of us the merrier, their motto seemed to be,
As, glad and happy, singing, they sat upon the tree.
Another little blackbird, afraid of being late,
Came hurriedly among them, making ninety-eight.
Then still another joined them in their happy song,
Singing clear and sweetly, and singing low and long.
Then all the little blackbirds the weather now was fine -
Flew away together, a flock of ninety-nine.
But where the songsters went to, or where they meant to go,
If ever I'm informed, I'll surely let you know.
IT'S raining on the mountain;
There's sunshine in the valley;
It's dusty in the wide, wide street,
And stony in the alley.
*URRY, hurry, hurry, come!
Baby got a
Hurry, one and
Sitting there contentedly,
Looking at his toes;
Then, trying hard to pick one up,
' Off the stool he goes!
Papa lifts poor baby up;
M. amma claps her hands;
Little sister sings to him,
While brother laughing stands.
For baby looks so very droll,
--". Frowning at them all;
As if he thought each one to
For his astounding fall.
THE CAPTIVE BIRD.
OH dear! oh dear! said Nannie Brown;
Oh dear! oh dear! said Mary;
Our little pet will fly away,
Unless we're wise and wary.
E'er since we put him in the cage
He tries the bars and door;
A prisoner he has never been
In all his life before.
And listen to his mournful "tweek "!
And see his panting breast!
Ah me! perhaps he's thinking of
His playmates in the nest.
JIllE P, VE lR I GO.
The nest high in that old oak-tree,
From which he fell that day;
I wonder could he find it, if
We'd let him fly away?
Poor little bird! I pity him;
I'll let him out, I think.
Ho! there, he's off, our captive pet,
As quick as you can wink.
WHEREVER I GO.
IHEREVER I go, wherever
Up on the tree, on the
ground, in the brook,
.- Something is living, and
With climbing, with
creeping, with swim-
ming, with flying,
Some object to win, some duty to do ;
Wise teaching of lesson to me and to you.
The low humming bee, the bonnie wee bird,
The sheep in the fold, the cows in the herd-
Active and earnest, each one at their best,
Till object attained unmindful of rest.
>Who said it was not true?
Do I know best or you?
I'LL softly speak, and then I'll sigh;
I'll louder speak, and then I'll cry;
Then I'll laugh, and then I'll sing,
And make the air with noises ring-.
H ERE'S a dear little boy,
not quite a year old,-
A droll little fellow, he laughs,
a and can scold.
His language is odd, but he
knows no other;
Strange, too, for it's not the one used by his mother.
He talks it to me, he'll talk it to you,
This droll little fellow, his name is Ah-Goo.
Ah-Goo is his language, Ah-Goo is his name;
At least, if you ask him, he'll say they're the same.
He's as bright as can be, indeed, quite a king
In our house, where he rules without signet or ring.
He rules and he reigns ; no autocrat stern
Has a temper more quick or a will that's more firm.
Yet no laugh is more joyous, no smile is more sweet,
Than that of Ah-Goo. If you'll act but discreet,
And ne'er let him know that your crossing his will,
He'll think, through it all, that he's head ruler still.
You see, he's so young, with age he'll grow wise,
And so fast learn to obey, 'twill be a surprise.
Then with grace he'll submit, at home and at school,
As he learns the sound wisdom that elders must rule.
F I were a little bird
Sitting on a tree;
A robin, or a sparrow,
A wren, or chickadee;
Or if I were a kitten,
Or my little dog, Bow-Wow,-
Would I feel as happy
As I am feeling now?
L LITTLE Andy,
Quite a dandy,
Dressed from hat to shoes,
In suit quite new, -
You see it's true;
And this is all the news,
Oh, no! there's more:
Round at the store,
The bill for hat and shoes,
And all the clothes,
As Andy knows,
Is paid,-and that's the news.
EEKETY, peekety, peekety boo!
SWhose little chickie, I wonder, are you?
I am my mother's own dear little chick;
She taught me to scratch, to hunt, and to pick.
Right here in the garden, she says, is the best
Of any one place in the east or the west
To find the fat worms and nicest rich seeds,
And where I can rest under plants and thick weeds.
'Tis here I've been coming on every fine day;
So please, pretty mistress, don't drive me away.
CI-IICKIES, CHICK, CHICK.
The cows have their pasture, the geese have their plot,
And the horses and colts are out in the lot ;
The dog and old kitty roam about without fear,
And where should I go, if I dare not come here?
Then please, pretty mistress, please don't, I pray,
Be cruel to me, and drive me away.
^_- I is
HICKIES, chick, chick!
Come and eat quick.
One and all, make haste to come,
Here's a worm, and there's a crumb.
Here are more oh, what a feast !
For each of you three crumbs at least!
Make haste and eat, and then to bed,
My chickies dear. Each little head
Must soon be nestled, snug and warm,
Under my wings, all safe from harm.
L LITTLE M ,!el,
At the table,
Sitting with her teacher;
On the floor,
Near the door,
Baby tries to reach
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Said he'd tarry
Till the sun had set.
Said he'd run,
The grass was getting wet.
Had a sorrow
She told to cousin Mary:
Her bird was sick, -
It was no trick, -
Her little pet canary.
On a chair,
Was tired, jumping round.
Fell upon the ground.
Smart and handy,
Went to sell some papers.
Ate a cake,
Then cut some funny capers.
THE CO W, THE CALF, AND THE PIG.
3MI.,I a fist
At his little brother;
Saw it plain,
And ran home to his mother.
Found a peach, -
A beauty, ripe and mellow, -
As the leaves
On the trees
Were turning red and yellow.
In the lane,
Found a pretty flower.
Went to town,
And stayed there half an hour.
BAre, sE 1-HE cow, the call', and lhe
YWent out to the field to-
S' This is very nice grass," said
. --Said the pig-, "It is very nice
Don't you hear sly kitty coming, birdie? Fly away!
Around her neck I put that bell, that you might quickly hear
When, in her wish to catch you quick, she comes so slyly near.
Then hearken to the bell, birdie; ling-a-ling-a-lay!
Take warning when you hear it, and quickly fly away.
H ELTER-SKELTE II
Where are they going, -
Who can tell, -
That eager boy
And merry girls ?
Flying curls ;
Where are they going ?
Who can tell ?
M OTHER sheep loves her little lamb,
And Tabby loves her kitty;
Bantam's pets have grown too large,
Isn't that a pity!
Says the clock,
On the mantel standing.
Here's the dock,"
Says the sailor, landing.
Sailor just got home from sea,
"What's the time of day ?" asks he.
Faster, faster ticks the clock,
Sailor hurries from the dock.
And while the clock strikes one, two, three,
The sailor just gets home to tea.
OTHER Whisker went up
to the garret
And caught two fine
Which she gave to her
SWho ate them, and
said, Oh, how
I nice !"
At sunrise, one beau-
', Mother Robin flew off
S to hunt food;
S- She found some fat
"' worms for her bird-
.i,.' Who ate them, and
', said, "Oh, how
i / The little calf down in
Eating the grass and
Said, "Anything better than this
Can never be found the world over !"
IF YOU HAVE A T11IVX TO DO.
Little lame rM.ilel De Lony,
E:;i!ig her milk and her bread,
As she looked at the flowers near her,
And felt the warm sun overhead,
Said, "Oh, but this world is beautiful!
And oh, but our God is good!
IHe gives us just all we can wish for,-
The flowers and sunshine, our clothing and food."
But Willie ]3I.l, ',, the banker's son,
Ei.ling his rich cream pie,
Said, "I wish I had plum cake and candy,
Or jelly with cream,-oh dear, oh Imy!"
F you have a thing to do,
Do it, do it, do it!
Be prompt and ready in your act,
And you will never rue it.
If a kindly word you'd say,
Say it, say it, say it !
Friends are passing fast away,
Oh, do not then delay it.
Whatever, then, you have to do,
Do it, do it, do it!
Duty really is not hard,
If rightly we will view it.
ITTLE Jack Hale said he wanted some fun,
And started off bravely on a fast run.
He ran down the yard and across the field
Ile ran against piggy, and poor piggy squealed.
IHe ran through the valley, and ran past the mill,
Then over the bridge and up a high hill,
Just over the top of which hung the moon,
Which Jack was quite sure he'd reach very soon.
From the top of the hill, to his surprise,
Higher and higher the moon seemed to rise
Jack stood for a while looking up at the sky,
Too much of a man to whimper and cry.
Another brisk run soon brought him back
To the bars of the fence, where he met teasing Mack.
Ho, ho! little boy, what came of your run ?
Just all that I went for, -a great deal of fun.
Adx ~,j j
LITTLE JACK HALE.
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LITTLE JACK KREIDER.
TiIII horse and his rider,
Little Jack Kreider,
Ar.. ,,t their way to the fair;
TI,.- weather is hazy,
Andi the horse a bit lazy-
Wi:r, d.lo you think they'll get
b IFE is very fleeting;
Watch the passing moments,
Catch them as they fly.
For each one has a value, -
A value all its own ;
And never the same moment
Comes back when once 'thas flown.
WSER found a marrow-bone,
Rover found some bacon;
Each is happy o'er his Inck,
Or else I am mistaken.
I CAN'T, said lazy Jim:
By and by, said careless Joe;
I shan't, said pouting Tim;
I'll try, said little Chloe.
The chickens declared they laid all the eggs,
Which the roosters sustained, oostanding stiff on their legs.
S1 Usually all of good habits,
Were under some mystic delusion,
All running' around in confusion.
The chickens declared they laid all the egg's,
Which the roosters sustained, standing stiff on their legs.
All said it was so, while they cackled and crowed,
And great indignation every single hen showed.
The poor little rabbits, whose eyes with fear glistened,
Anxious and troubled, sat still and listened;
Said, Something is wrong, and they're angry at us,
But, surely, We're not the cause of this fuss !"
Still they were made to feel guilty, but of no known wrong.
They had not heard how 'I\ said in sentence and song
That the Easter I 2-_ all of bewildering beauty,
Were laid by the rabbits who then were on duty.
For years, and for years, I believe it's been said
That those beautiful eggs by the rabbits are laid,-
Eggs of all colors, red eggs, green e'- _-, and blue.
The chickens were angry, and said 'twas not true.
Of the matter 'I-w:i plain at last they had heard,
And, just like a chicken, believed every word.
The rabbits still listened in wild consternation,
While a rooster seemed reading a strong proclamation,
Through which he declared, as I understand,
He meant to inform all the folks in the land
Especially the children and bright, laughing youth,
Of something they knew not, but still a great truth:
That the eggs,-all the '-.---.-all the beautiful ((.-;
Here the rooster, still standing very stiff on his legs,
Seemed so full of the secret he meant to betray,
Tir-1 I really thought best to hurry away,
And listen no further to the pitiful fuss,
Which you and I know was not caused by us,
But just leave the chickens, the roosters, and rabbits
Alone, and they'd soon get back to good feelings and habits.
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'"Let us walk down the lane.
And look for some grasses and wild-flowers sweet.
Besides, there are cherries,
And sweet, early berries,
Which I know we can get, if hungry, to eat."
So they walked down the lane,
Louisa and Jane,
As cheerful and happy as e'er they could be.
They gathered bright flowers,
While fast flew the hours,
Then hurried at last to the old cherry-tree.
They looked with keen eyes,
But, to their surprise,
On that tree there was not a single red cherry.
Then they quick hurried hence,
Across the low fence,
And in through the bushes ; but, lo not a berry
Could the little girls find!
Then, both of one mind,
They started for home, saying, the dear little 1
Had eaten the cherries,
And all the sweet berries;
But further than this they wasted no words.
For, friends, don't you see,
'Twixt you and just me,
They thought, as we do, that the birds and th
May eat of the berries,
And currants and cherries,
Wherever they find them, on bushes and trees.
THE HARD LESSON.
ILL any one tell me, if any one's able,
Who ever invented this wonderful table?
Multiplication they call it; I never heard
Of so many letters mixed up in one word.
The learning to spell it was a whole week's task;
And to learn these figures just please let me ask
What does it all mean, any way ? twice one's two!
How funny it sounds ; and then, is it true ?
Ah, well, I must learn it ; and twice two's four.
There's crazy Jack Wilbur looking in at the door;
Though crazy, they say he's up to all tricks -
Oh, dear teacher's looking; twice three's six.
Will Hasser and Tom are coming in late,
They'll both get black marks; twice four's eight.
'Tis such a bright morning Oh, there go two men
With rods to catch bass; ah me, twice five's ten,
And twice six are twelve. Oh, but this is hard work
And up to his eyes went Tim's hand with a jerk.
Twice fourteen are seven oh, no, that's all wrong,
This table is just like some dreary old song.
Twice seven are fourteen, I guess that is right.
Look out there, Jim Hill and Will Trone'll soon have a fight.
Who's outside, I wonder Oh, Little Joe Green ;
lHe's back from his grandpa's. Twice eight's sixteen,
Twice nine are eighteen, and twice ten are twenty.
I'm going for chestnuts, I know they are plenty
In Felligan's woods. Twice eleven's twenty-two.
There, now, hurrah I am almost through
THE HARD LESSON.
LIINKUM, LUNIKUM, LORY.
With this column, at least ; but oh, what a bore
To learn lessons like this Twice twelve's twenty-fbur.
Just then the bell rang, and, with a sharp snap,
Tim shut up the book and looked for his cap,
F i,_-tt.r!g at once multiplication and rule,
As he quickly rushed forward and bounced out of school.
S TIN UM, lunkum, lory ;
Charlie told a story.
'" Twinkum, twunkum, twooth;
-- Willie told the truth.
Bitter, batter, butter-bread;
S -'- I Charlie said the moon was red.
Peaches soft, and ripe, and mellow ;
Willie said the moon was yellow.
Yimper, yamper, yumper, yo;
Charlie said ink looked like snow.
Yinkum, yankum, yunknm, yak;
Willie said that ink was black.
Charlie said, Now listen, please,-
The bread we eat grows on the trees."
Willie said he'd heard and read
That bakers always baked the bread.
Charlie said, "~Well, I declare,
The tailor made a wooden chair!"
Willie said, and I'm sure he knows,
That tailors only make men's clothes.
Willie was right, and Charlie wrong,
And here must end my little song.
S 1- I T never, believe me, it never will
For you, little boy, or fbr you, or
To be running away from your lessons at school,
And say to yourself of this or that rule,
They're too strict, and too hard, for you to obey,
Or, if such are the lessons, you never can play.
An industrious boy or girl, all the same,
No matter what station, or under what name,
They're living and learning, should learn to do right.
Do all you are told ; do it well, with your might,-
And as you grow older and larger each day,
You'll find time for all work, and some left for play.
Then be faithful at work, and faithful at school,
And never complain about lesson or rule,
And under this motto of Always do IRight,"
The conscience torments not, but rests day and night.
BOY-BLUE AND BO-PEEP.
8 ITTLE Boy-Blue
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S"Both sent out to
Ssay watch some
I cannot say were they sister
S and brother,
Or whether, indeed, they knew
Both had trouble, and this is
) the way
It came to little Boy-Blue one
He carried a horn while he
watched the sheep,
But the day was warm and he fell asleep.
The sheep strayed off, and the naughty cows, too,
In charge of this herdsman, little Boy-Blue,
And wandered away to the meadow and corn,
For they saw no watcher and heard no horn.
Soon the good farmer came hurrying along,
Hearing no whistle and hearing no song,
For always, as happy as bird on the wing,
Little Boy-Blue would whistle or sing.
BOY-BLUE AND BO-PEEP.
"Ho! ho! little shepherd! Ho, little Boy-Blue!
Is this the way you always do?
Is this the way you mind your sheep,
Under the hay-stack fast asleep?"
The farmer forgave it, he knew a warm day
Was a great temptation to sleep on the hay;
But neglect of duty by me or by you
Will always bring trouble as it did to Boy-Blue.
But a sorrow far greater befell Bo-Peep,
Who, too, as you've heard, had charge of some sheep.
What she had been doing or where she went,
Whether going herself or was hurriedly sent
On an errand, it may be, by some one or other -
Her father, perhaps, or--well, perhaps by her brother,
She came back as fast as ever she could,
Then looked for her sheep in meadow and wood,
Calling and coaxing, and then began crying;
Her sheep might be lost or every one dying.
Some teasing boy, then just coming in sight,
Saw little Bo-Peep, and learned of her plight.
Then his voice how it rang,
As he teasingly sang,
Ho! Little Bo-Peep
Has lost her sheep,
And don't know where to find them.
Let them alone,
And they'll come home
With all their tails behind them."
IVILIT DO YOU THINK OF MY BONNET?
" Oh, dear! sighed Bo-Peep, "if they only would come,
Then I'd hurry along and take them all home,
And no happier girl could ever be found
For millions and millions of miles all around."
But alas! with sorrow we have to conclude,
That naughty boy's prophecy, cruel and rude,
Was not fulfilled; and little Bo-Peep
Has never yet found her long-lost sheep,
As from tidies on chairs, and pictures on walls,
In a great many rooms, and wide, spacious halls,
With sad, earnest eyes, poor little Bo-Peep
Still looks far away for her wandering sheep.
HAT do you think of my
And how do you like my
SAnd oh! this most beauti-
Al Of course they're not mine
-not at all.
I borrowed them all from mamma.
The reason I'll quickly make known:
L-c-a I wanted to see how I'll look
When I to a woman have grown.
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-- -screamed a savage
Belligerent in feeling towards women and men.
"I made me a nest, in the old shed yonder,
Which to the rest of the hens was a wonder
Of cunning and neatness, and hidden away
From all prying eyes and the bright glare of day;
And in it I laid, always cackling out loud,
Ten beautiful eggs, of which I was proud."
So fast clamored Speckle- that was her name -
She quite lost her breath, but found it again.
She cackled and clucked till round her she drew,
With worry and wonder, the whole of the crew
Of barn-yard loungers. Then her story she told.
Said she would not have given those ten eggs for gold.
She screamed it out louder and louder each minute:
" My nest had ten eggs, now nothing is in it."
Here Shanghai Jack came hurrying along
To learn, if he could, who had done Speckle wrong.
Jack was a chap of much barn-yard renown,
Had the longest of legs and a very high crown,
Was of foreign extraction, of which he was proud,
Walked always with boldness and crowed very loud.
He held his head loftily up in the air,
And mostly took Speckle hen under his care.
"Oh, Jack, only think, those ten beautiful eggs,
In my nest hidden there, between barrels and kegs,
Are stolen away. I suspect now that woman,
Who wanders about like a bird of ill-omen,
Took them out for her mistress, who'll take them away
To market to-morrow, I know it's the day."
Here old Prince Dominique, who'd been taking a nap,
Was suddenly roused by the crowing of Jack.
The snap in Jack's voice, in full pity with Speckle,
Dominique took for a challenge, which quick roused his mettle.
He was a fowl of much spirit and beauty,
And never was known to fail in his duty.
Standing stiff on his feet, and with head thrown back,
Like an echo he answered the bold voice of Jack.
Soon old Mother Partlet, who wore a high ruff
Very full round her neck, and stiff as a cuff,
Half running, half flying, came hurrying along.
She'd seen much of the world, of its right and its wrong,
And thought but a hint of the wonderful clatter
Would reveal who was right and who wrong in the matter.
Once more little Speckle related her trouble,
Said her hopes of a brood had burst like a bubble,
And wondered that in the whole world could be found -
The world that's so large, so heavy and round,
Amongst all the women and children and men-
A heart hard enough to so treat a poor hen.
It took but a moment for Partlet to think, -
No longer, indeed, than it takes you to wink.
She soothed little Speckle as well as she could.
Said worrying and fretting ne'er did any good
That, though things often go wrong, they end much better
Than ever we think, which is true to the letter.
Then she hurried away to that nest in the shed,
For, though not a bit handsome, she had a wise head,
And knew that sometimes the mistress thought best
To exchange all the e2.-2 she found in a nest,
And thought to herself that a pitiful brood
From eggs such as Speckle's were not worth their food,
And was feeling quite sure an exchange had been made
Of the tiny round eggs which Speckle had laid.
She glanced in the nest and found it was true, -
A fact that was hailed with Cock-a-doodle-doo
By Jack, who had also walked out to the shed,
To see for himself all the facts, as he said.
Little Speckle looked into the nest with surprise,
And said she could scarcely believe her own eyes,
There had something so strange and mysterious been done, -
The most wonderful thing, indeed, under the sun;
But the hope of a brood once more filled her breast,
And, low clucking her joy, sat down on the nest.
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THE LONELY LITTLE MAIDEN.
L ONELY little maiden,
Sitting on the strand,
Sees the vessels come and go,
And thinks of Fatherland.
Sitting thinking all the day,
So lonely by the sea;
This country is not home to her
That's home to you and me.
Some day the ship that brought her here
Will come back to the strand,
And take the little maiden home
To her dear Fatherland.
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NE bright, fair day in summer,
A happy little hummer,
Flying here and flying there
It seemed that he was everywhere;
Quoth he, this happy hummer,
" For me, too, was made the summer,
And the vines and charming flowers
That shade and screen the quiet bowers,"
And like a flash flew here and there,
Still humming through the balmy air.
A cat-bird near, in gloomy mood,
Called out, "I think you're very rude.
Yes, indeed, I think it quite
Rude, and bold, and impolite,
In others' presence to be humming,
For others' going or their coming
Caring naught, but flashing, flying,
All opinions bold defying,
As if for none but you the sun were shining,
For none but you the vines were twining,
THE HUMMflING-BIRD AND CAT-BIRD.
You bold, pretentious little hummer,
The proudest pest of all the summer."
The cat-bird felt too cross to sing,
Felt just too cross for anything
But sit and grumble on that twig,
TWhile hummer never cared a fig,
But went right on, bright flashing here and there,
With his low humming filling still the air,
And giving joy, the charming little fellow,
To boy and man, who wondered were they green, or
Or deeply blue, or burnished were with gold,
Those feathers tiny, seeming no dress for warm or cold,
But clothed him grander than a king,
This tiny hummer on the wing.
Still grumbling, there the cat-bird sat,
Wasting time, jealous, that was pat.
Soon the sunshine and the balmy air,
Showing all the world so glad and fair,
From his little heart all anger banished;
With it, too, his jealousy soon vanished;
Then, tuning sweet his little voice,
Soon touched and made the hearts of all rejoice
To hear him sing, with hearty will,
Till all the air he seemed to fill
With one glad, unbroken, happy strain,
'Till encore, encore, with might and main,
Called man and boy, soon forgetting
Their late love, and naught regretting
Little hummer's flight and flashing wings.
So much for one who hums or one who sings.
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WO sober little sisters
Are going out to walk,
Almost afraid to smile a bit,
Almost afraid to talk,
Because their nurse said to them,
If they'd be very good,
They two might walk alone, for once,
Down to the hemlock wood.
She soon would follow after,
With lunch of something nice,
And, with her quicker footstep,
O'ertake them in a trice.
HERE'S A BOX.
That's why, with sober faces,
They scarcely talk or smile;
For, though it's but a rod or two,
They think it full a mile.
ERE'S a box,
I wonder what's in it;
Open the lid,
And you'll see in a minute.
R OBED in her night-dress, little Jane Wright
Called out sweetly, "'All friends, good-night."
"Good-night, birdie," her papa had said,
Kissing her cheek and patting her head.
" Good-night, darling," with gentle caress,
Came mamma's kiss and sweet God bless."
"Peekety, peekety, peep, peep, peep,"
Whispered the chickies we thought asleep.
" Tweet, tweet, twee, twee, twee,"
Chirruped the birdie up on the tree.
"Twack, twack, week, week, weekk"
Answered the duckies close by the creek.
"Gobble, gobble, gubble, gubble, gubble,"
Croaked the turkies half asleep in the stubble.
From d c._i. was heard a low "Bow-wow,"
And Moo-o, moo-o," called the barn-yard cow.
"MAeouw, meouw," moaned kittie, at rest on the mat,
Nursing her foot, just hurt in a trap.
" Trnt, trut," scolded old chanticleer ;
"What does it mean! What all do I hear "
" How stupid you are," said the hen by his side;
"'Tis good-night that is said o'er the world far and wide."
"Oh if that is the case, I'll say good-night too,"
And, loud as he could, crowed, "Cock-a-doodle-doo-o."
DEAR, good Santa Claus,
The girls, and we boys,
Are longing for Christmas, which, no doubt, you know.
Still I'll send you a letter;
Could I only write better! -
But I promised, and back on my word I can't go.
Of myself I'll not write, -
'Twere not meek nor polite;
But I'll tell you of some who friends greatly lack;
And I know that with you
Quite a small hint will do
To make you fill tighter and higher your pack.
There's poor Willie Clickett,
Once smart as a cricket,
Now lame and bed-ridden for many a day;
To be happy he tries,
But with tears in his eyes
He whispers of pain, and I cease to feel gay.
A LETTER TO SAXTA CLAUS.
Oh, please don't forget
To stop there, and let
Some of your very best goods at their door.
Some little books, too,
Quite plain ones will do,
And Willie will read them, and wish there were more.
And poor r.i_.'1d Dick,
And Annie who's sick.
They live in the cottage just back of the mill.
You'll see what they need,
I'm sure, for indeed -
Well, the nearest way for you is over the hill.
And there's widow Blainie,
With little boy Jamie.
Their larder is empty, and so is their bin.
She washes clothes and scrubs floors,
And Jamie does chores,
For they're dreadfully poor--I heard so from him.
They've never a mite,
From morning till night,
More than bread made of corn-meal and coffee of rye.
True, it keeps them from starving,
But they've never a farthing
Left them for extras after clothing they buy.
And, oh, I forgot!
Too bad, is it not?
There's Davie and Jakie, Engenie and Ben,
And Miegie, and Clara,
And Katie O'Hara,
SAnd Alice and Zadie, all live in the glen.
" DO NOT."
They're watching and waiting,
And much they are rating
Of Clii-i,1.,-, and all things that make it so gay;
Of sweetmeats and toys
That good Santa Clans
Has promised to bring them when once on his way.
Now, I'll only add here,
While the end I am near
Of my letter so lengthy, so faulty and bold,
That the land's full of poor,
Along highway and imoor,
Some hungry and starving, some freezing of cold.
Hearts aching with sorrow,
Awaiting the morrow
In garret and cellar of city and town;
You'll find them, I know,
In your rounds as you go.
Good-by, Santa Claus. I'm your friend, Johnnie Brown.
" 1H, me! however will I live through this day,
SWith nothing to do, and nothing to play?"
Said Robbie Fillhadden to Annie his sister,
On his forehead a bruise, on his finger a blister,-
Two mishaps resulting from broken commands,
Leaving time hanging heavier than lead on his hands.
He didn't mean to be naughty, but, you see, he forgot.
Take warning, little friends, and obey the "do not."
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If I could,
ITTLE birdie on the
Won't you sing a song
Sing a bit, sweet birdie,
I'd sing for you.
Birdie flying east and west,
Gathering scraps to build your nest,
Stop and sing, sweet birdie, do!
If I could, I'd sing for you.
Birdie, do not fly away;
Stay awhile, sweet birdie, stay.
Sing a song, oh, birdie, do!
If I could, I'd sing for you.
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EG pardon, lone traveller, but who are you?
SWhere do you live? and what do you do?
What is your name? and what have you learned?
If you have a trade, what have you earned? "
" I'll answer your questions, friend, one by one.
I live in Duluth, and there's where I'm from.
Peddler Jim has long been my name,
And all my learning will never bring fame.
My trade is to carry around my wares,
And the little I earn is less than my cares.
I've dry goods and groceries, I've sugar and salt,
I trade with the miller, I've corn-meal and malt;
I've needles and pins, towels, napkins, and hooks;
I've pens and pencils, ink, paper, and books;
Cream-mugs and bowls, cups, saucers, and plates;
Pokers and tongs, stove-lifters and grates;
Buckets and baskets, foot-rests and chairs, -
Oh, I'm a peddler with wonderful wares!
I carry them all in my wagon so trim, -
Then buy something, please, from poor peddler Jim! "
JOURNEYING onward through the years,
SSpeak with kindness, cause no tears;
Do some good along the way,
Do a little every day.
Never idle precious time,
Never grumble, scold or whine;
As far as earth is from the skies,
Above all petty quarrels rise.
At the failings of another,
Be it friend, or foe, or brother,
Never sneer, and ne'er deride,
Help the weak, and conquer pride.
Let no good by thee be marred,
Let no duty seem too hard.
In all things bravely do your best,
And then to God we'll leave the rest.
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And wonder where it gets
With which it shines so
Some say the light comes from the sun.
Perhaps they say so just for fun;
But only wait till I'm a man:
I'll then find out, sir, if I can.
IMMIE likes apples and peaches
But, lions and tigers, panthers and
I think of each one, I think of
When I think of the temper of
MNeet little Jimmie whenever you
In dull, rainy weather, or on a bright
On the wide, level road, or up on
Or out at his home, or down in the mill.
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Jimmie snaps his words back as cross as a clown.
Just see, when you meet him, friends one and all,
And you'll find I am right about Jimmie McCall.
DO YOUR BEST.
V// 0 your best, your very best,
Nor fear what others say;
Nor searching eye, nor critic's
'Twill all come right some day.
Do your best, your very best,
No half-work ever pays.
Heed not the hint of weariness,
Be long or short the days.
Some day, when others mourn
\t O'er loss of time and work
That day you'll calmly sit and view
Your battle fought and won.
B IM! barn! bum!
Johnnie plays the drum;
W\illie plays the jews-harp,
And thinks it splendid fun.
Towser barks with all his might,
While kittie runs away in fright:
Bim! bam! bum!
T HREE little men
And one brave hen
Shouldered their guns for Charlton.
They were after the fox
That lived under the rocks
Close by the walls of Charlton.
Ho! ho! screamed the hen
To the three little men
While marching along to Charlton.
"There, there, goes the fox;
Right there round the rocks
On that ledge near the walls of Charlton.
He stole my poor chicks!
Oh, his dreadful tricks
When he comes our way from Charlton!"
GUESS you've heard of baby Dunn,
Full of tricks and full of fun.
He learned to walk six months ago,
And daily toddles to and frio,
From room to room, through open doors,
O'er carpets soft, and bare, broad floors.
Step by step, up-stairs and down,
He climbs and creeps, with smile or frown.
Then through the door, with face profound,
Close studying out, there on the ground,
A fly or beetle, worm or bug,
On grass as soft as Persian rug;
And there the culprit we discover,
Our darling pet, our recreant lover.
Pulled a lily
From my garden bed;
Plucked a rose,
With petals bright and red.
With her lily,
Looked very fair and sweet.
With her rose,
Looked happy, bright and neat.
" OW, listen my clears," said
a wise mother mouse,
SI'm going to market, so don't
leave the house."
A little old box was the house
,. which she meant,
S -- Where they lived the year through
without taxes or rent.
I "There's danger abroad in many
.Which should you get near, you'll
For instance, there's always that.
She never sleeps
then, there's the
FRISKY ANAD FLOSSY.
" Two schemes of the envious housewife, you see,
To shorten the lives of you pets, and me.
The eat is much petted, and roams where she will,
And the trap with choice bait, sits under the sill.
" Besides, I've seen water and milk stand around,
Which, should you fall in you surely will drown.
But to name every danger would take me all day,
And the sun being high I must hurry away.
" Only heed what I've said, and rest at your ease,
While I go for some bread, some meat, and some cheese."
She hurried away, but not without fears,
For she was a mouse of experience and years.
But Frisky was always inclined to be naughty,
Her mother, she said, "was too proud and haughty
To mix with the world, or chat with a neighbor,
Her life being nothing but worry and labor."
She yawned, and complained, she had nothing to do,
Said, "the day was too long to ever live through,"
And begged of pet Flossy, her shy little sister,
So hard to go walking, she could not resist her.
"0 Frisky! how can you! grave Flaxy cried out,
And, through fright and vexation, jumped wildly about.
But Frisky and Flossy
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They tripped along lightly, soon losing all
Nor ever once dream-
I ing of danger quite
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They ran from her sight, and crept under the sill;
They'd stop awhile there and keep very still,
They said, "till that horrible, terrible cat
Should return to her sleep on the fire-hearth mat."
A long time they sat, two forlorn little mice;
Then Frisky said softly, "she smelt something nice,"
And looking around saw the prettiest house,
" Just built," she believed, for some dear little mouse."
Then, carefully peeping, saw cheese hanging in it,
Which she was sure she could get in less than a minute.
" But, Frisky, you know, mother spoke of a trap,
And did she, I wonder, mean something like that? "
Too late came the warning as in went her head,
And in less than a minute gay Frisky was dead.
Poor Flossy was dumb with fright and despair,
And thought she should die right then and there.
FRISKY AND FLOSSY.
Then, hearing a noise, started wildly for home,
But soon lost her way and laid down to bemoan
Her own sad condition and poor Frisky's fate;
Again the noise roused her but this time to late,
For kitty was watching this poor little mouse,
Who never got back to that cosey old house,
From which in the morning, so merry and gay,
Herself and bright Frisky had hurried away.
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DO 0SOMETHIING GOOD TO-D AY
"Let us walk, let us walk,
It's a hawk, it's a hawk!"
"Let us fly, let us fly,
He'll be here by and by!"
Ho! ho! called the sparrow,
SWhere's that boy with his arrow?
He could shoot the queer thing
While we're on the wing."
Caw, caw," said the crow,
"I guess I know;
Caw, caw, caw;
It's a straw, it's a straw!"
"Let us laugh, let us laugh,
It's a calf, it's a calf,
As sure as I see,"
"Let us bow, let us bow,
I'm sure its a cow,"
Sneered the gay little robin,
His pretty head nodding.
Said the little brown wren,
I think it's a hen."
And so it was,- a chicken sitting in the sun,
Had caused all the fright, or, if you choose, call it fun.
D O something good to-day, my dears;
Do something good and kind;
And in the memories of the years
You'll something pleasant find.
SANTA CLAUS IN TROUBLE.
HOW very much I've wondered,
And o'er the problem pondered,
While busy with my toys:
If I should once grow sick or numb,
Whatever could, or would, become
Of all the girls and boys.
Without a (I nI-i-1.1, they can't live,
So Santa Claus must work and give;
But, oh, my labor's ponderous!
My wares, to gratify and please,
To give youth joy, and parents ease,
Must be both good and wondrous.
Rushing flood and wildest panic,
Which startle banker and mechanic,
Dare never make me quail;
For not a girl, nor any boys
Could hold esteem for Santa Clans,
If once his funds should fail.
But I am growing old, my dears,
And cares increasing with the years
That multiply so fast.
When I was young I took my ease,
The children few, nor hard to please,
How different was the past!