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||Mrs. Turner's cautionary stories
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|Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Bad boys and good
Good girls and bad
Kindness and cruelty
Things to eat
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First Printed December 1897
Reprinted Aug. 1898
BAD BOYS AND GOOD--
The Window-Breaker 3
.A Gunpowder Plot 5
Peter Imitates the Clown 7
Ben's Heavy Punishment 9
The Chimney-Sweeper Ix
The Fighting Wicket-keeper 13
The Good Scholar 5
The Good Scholar Fights. 16
The Death of the Good Scholar's Foe 17
Robert's Thoughtless Brothers 19
Joe's Light Punishment ; 20
Falsehood Corrected" 22
The Superior Boys 24
George's Curious Taste 25
Thomas Brown's Disappointment
Considerate Philip .
The Models .
James's Sacrifice .
The Excellent Lord Mayor
Clever Little Thomas
William's Escape .
GOOD GIRLS AND BAD-
A Hint to Mary Anne
How to Write a Letter
News for Papa
The Neglected Turk
Pride and Priggishness
How to Look when Speaking
The Two Patients .
Fanny's Bad Habit
The Hoyden .
The Giddy Girl
A Warning to Frances
Playing with Fire .
How to Heal a Burn
Mary Anne's Kindness
Dressed or Undressed
Mrs. Birch's Influence
Rebellious Frances .
KINDNESS AND CRUELTY-
The Harmless Cow .
The Harmless Worm
The Bad Donkey-Boy's Good Fortune.
Grateful Carlo .
Something in Store for Richard.
The Result of Cruelty
THINGS TO EAT- PAGE
What is Bestfor Children 97
Billy Gill's Good Fortune 99
Civil Speech 1o
The Cook's Rebuke .
The Lost Pudding 10o5
Sammy Smith's Sad Fate. o6
Stupid William 107
Poisonous Fruit 109
Harry's Cake III
Peter's Cake 113
William's Cake .. x5
How to Make a Christmas Pudding 117
THE sixty-nine Cautionary Stories
that follow have been chosen from
five books by Mrs. Elizabeth Turner,
written for the pleasure and instruc-
tion of our little grandparents and
great-grandparents. The books are
The Daisy, The Cowslip, The Crocus,
The Pink and Short Poems. Between
the years I8o1 and 1850 they were
on the shelves of most nurseries,
although now they are rarely to be
met with. There was also The Rose,
but from that nothing has been
taken for these pages, nor are the
original pictures again offered.
Except for these pictures, a frequent
change of title, and a few trifling
alterations for grammar's sake, the
pieces selected are now printed
exactly as at first.
Mrs. Turner's belief, as stated
by Master Robert in the verses
called Books better than Toys "
in The Pink, was that the children
of her day, when they had money
to spend and wanted a real treat,
could not choose anything more
suitable than her Cautionary Stories.
The piece runs :
'My dear, as Robert is so good,
I'll give him what I said I would,
Two shillings for himself to spend;
He knows the shop of our good friend.'
'Yes, I know well the pretty shop
Where folks, you know, so often stop
To view the prints. The windows-look I-
Are filled with toys and many a book.
'They have a thousand books and toys
For little girls and little boys i
At toys, indeed, I love to look,
But I prefer to buy a book.
These two bright shillings, I suppose,
Will buy The Cowslip and The Rose;
And when two more I get, I think
I'll buy The Daisy and The Pink.'
In our own time Robert's opinion is
not very widely shared: most of us
would not care to give up a cannon
or a doll in order that we might be
cautioned; but Mrs. Turner is not
the less an entertaining author be-
cause her volumes have fewer attrac-
tions for us than some of the things
in a Christmas bazaar. She told her
tales with such spirit: her verses
are so straightforward, the rhymes
come so pat at the end of the lines,
and you may beat time with your
foot and never be put out.
In another piece, "Kitty's Favour-
ites," Mrs. Turner wrote :
The stories Kitty likes so well,
And often asks her aunt to tell
Are all about good girls and boys.
Kitty's taste, like Robert's, is no
longer general. The common view
is that stories about bad children
are more fun; and therefore I think
you will be amused by these pages.
Whether or not punishment always
did follow the offences as surely and
swiftly as Mrs. Turner declares, I am
not prepared to say. If you are in
any doubt you had better ask your
E. V. LUCAS.
Bad Boys and Good
LITTLE Tom Jones
Would often throw stones,
And often he had a good warning;
And now I will tell
What Tommy befell,
From his rudeness, one fine summer's
He was taking the air
Upon Trinity Square,
And, as usual, large stones he was
Till at length a hard cinder
Went plump through a window
Where' a party of ladies were
Tom's aunt, when in town,
Had left half a crown
For her nephew (her name was
Which he thought to have spent,
But now it all went
(And it served him quite right) to
Note.-The foregoing story is stated to
be "founded on fact."
A GUNPOWDER PLOT
"I HAVE got a sad story to tell,"
Said Betty one day to mamma:
"'Twill be long, ma'am, before
John is well,
On his eye is so dreadful a scar.
"Master Wilful enticed him away,
To join with some more little
They went in the garden to play,
And I soon heard a terrible noise.
"Master Wilful had laid a long train
Of gunpowder, ma'am, on the
It has put them to infinite pain,
For it blew up, and injured
John's eyebrow is totally bare;
Tom's nose is bent out of its
Sam Bushy has lost all his hair;
And Dick White is quite black
in the face."
Note.-As a matter of fact, a train of gun-
powder does not make a terrible noise; it
makes hardly any noise at all-a merepfff!
and though John, Sam Bushy, and Dick
White are shown to have been hurt as they
might have been, a train of gunpowder could
not bend Tom's nose, it could only bur it.
Probably Mrs. Turner did not often play with
explosives herself, and therefore did not
know. Master Wilful seems to have escaped
PETER IMITATES THE
POOR Peter was burnt by the poker
When he made it look pretty
and red ;
For the beautiful sparks made him
think it fine play,
To lift it as high as his head.
But somehow it happened his
.finger and thumb
Were terribly scorched by the
And he scream'd out aloud for his
mother to come,
And stamp'd on the floor with
Now if Peter had minded his
His fingers would not have been
And he promised again, as she
bound up his hand,
To play with hot pokers no
BEN'S HEAVY PUNISHMENT
'Tis sad when boys are disinclin'd
To benefit by kind advice ;
No little child of virtuous mind
Should need receive a caution
The baker on a pony came
(Oft us'd by them, and butchers
And little Ben was much to blame
For doing what he should not do.
They told him not to mount the
Alas he did; away they flew;
In vain he pull'd with all his force,
The pony ran a mile or two.
At length poor little Ben was
Ah! who will pity? who's to
Alas the fault is all his own-
Poor little Ben for life is lame i
"SWEEP! sweep sweep! sweep!"
cries little Jack,
With brush and bag upon his
And black from head to foot;
While daily, as he goes along,
"Sweep! sweep! sweep! sweep !"
is all his song,
Beneath his load of soot.
But then he was not always black.
Oh no he once was pretty Jack,
And had a kind papa;
But, silly child he ran to play
Too far from home, a long, long
And did not ask mamma.
So he was lost, and now must
Up chimneys, crying, "Sweep!
sweep sweep !"
Note.-This was written in the days when
little boys, like Tom in Water Babies, were
sent actually up the chimneys to clean them
THE FIGHTING WICKET-
IN the schoolroom the boys
All heard a great noise.
Charles Moore had just finished
So ran out to play,
And saw a sad fray :-
Tom Bell and John Wilson were
He cried, "Let's be gone,
Oh, come away, John,
We want you to stand at the
And you, Master Bell,
We want you as well,
For we're all of us going to cricket.
"Our playmates, no doubt,
Will shortly be out,
For you know that at twelve study
And you'll find better fun
In play, ten to one,
Than in knocking each other to
THE GOOD SCHOLAR
JOSEPH WEST had been told,
That if, when he grew old,
He had not learned rightly to
Though his writing were good,
'Twould not be understood :
And Joe said, "I will learn my
And he made it a rule
To be silent at school,
Andwhat do you think came to pass?
Why, he learnt it so fast,
That from being the last,
He soon was the first in the class.
THE GOOD SCHOLAR
ONE afternoon as Joseph West,
The boy who learnt his lesson best,
Was trying how his whip would
By chance he hit Sam Headstrong's
Enraged, he flew, andgave poor Joe,
With all his might, a sudden blow :
Nor would he listen to one word,
When Joe endeavoured to be heard.
Joe, finding him resolved to fight,
For what was accidental quite,
Although he never fought before,
Beat Headstrong till he'd have no
THE DEATH OF THE GOOD
"I MY dear little Ned,"
His grandmamma said,
"I think I have caution'd you twice;
I hope you'll take heed,
I do, love, indeed,
And I beg you'll not venture on ice.
Good skaters, I know,
On the ice often go,
And also will others entice,
When there has not been frost
Two days at the most,
And when very thin is the ice."
He went to the brook,
Resolv'd but to look,
And though he could slide very
And the slides were so long,
He knew wouldd be wrong,
So he did not then go on the ice.
He wisely behav'd,
And his life thus he sav'd;
For Sam Headstrong (who ne'er
Went where it was thin-
Alas he fell in :
He sank, and went under the ice.
ROBERT, when an infant, heard
Now and then a naughty word,
Spoken in a random way
By his brothers when at play.
Was the baby then to blame
When he tried to lisp the same ?
No he could not, whilst so young,
Know what words were right or
But for boys who better knew,
,Punishment was justly due,
Which the thoughtless brothers met
In a way they won't forget.
JOE'S LIGHT PUNISHMENT
As Joe was at play,
Near the cupboard one day,
When he thought no one saw but
How sorry I am,
He ate raspberry jam,
And currants that stood on the
His mother and John
To the garden had gone,
To gather ripe pears and ripe
What Joe was about
His mother found out,
When she look'd at his fingers and
And when they had dined,
Said to Joe, You will find,
It is better to let things alone;
These plums and these pears
No naughty boy shares,
Who meddles with fruit not his
WHEN Jacky drown'd our poor cat
He told a very naughty fib,
And said he had not drown'd her;
But truth is always soon found out-
No one but Jack had been about
The place where Thomas found
And Thomas saw him with the cat
(Though Jacky did not know of
And told papa the trick;
He saw him take a slender string
And round poor Pussy's neck then
A very heavy brick.
His parents being very sad
To find they had a boy so bad,
To say what was not true,
Determined to correct him then;
And never was he known again
Such naughty things to do.
THE SUPERIOR BOYS
TOM and Charles once took a walk,
To see a pretty lamb ;
And, as they went, began to talk
Of little naughty Sam;
Who beat his younger brother, Bill,
And threw him in the dirt;
And when his poor mamma was ill,
He teased her for a squirt.
"And I," said Tom, "won't play
Although he has a top" :
But here the pretty little lamb
To talking put a stop.
GEORGE'S CURIOUS TASTE
ON George's birthday
Was such a display !
He was dress'd in a new suit of
And look'd so genteel,
With his buttons of steel,
And felt quite like a man, I sup-
Now at tea, with much care,
He partakes of his share,
Nor spills it, as careless boys do;
He is always so clean,
And so fit to be seen,
That his clothes, you would think,
were just new.
Yet George loves to play,
And is lively and gay,
But is careful of spoiling his dress;
So a pinafore wears,
Which he likes, he declares;
And I think he is right, I confess.
THOMAS BROWN'S DIS-
YOUNG Alfred with a pack of cards
Could make a pancake, build a
Would make a regiment of guards,
And sit as quiet as a mouse.
A silly boy, one Thomas Brown,
Who came to dine and spend
Took great delight to throw it
Then, rudely laughing, ran away.
And what did little Alfred do?
He knew lamenting was in vain,
So patiently, and wisely too,
He, smiling, built it up again.
WHEN Philip's goodmammawas ill,
The servant begg'd he would be
Because the doctor and the nurse
Had said that noise would make
At night, when Philip went to bed,
He kiss'd mamma, and whisp'ring
"My dear mamma, I never will
Make any noise when you are ill."
As Dick and Bryan were at play
At trap, it came to pass
Dick struck the ball, and far away,
He broke a pane of glass.
Though much alarmed, they did
But walk'd up to the spot;
And offered for the damage done
What money they had got.
When accidents like this arise,
Dear children this rely on :
All honest, honourable boys
Will act like Dick and Bryan.
GOOD little boys should never say,
"I will," and Give me these";
Oh no that never is the way,
But, Mother, if you please."
And, "If you please," to sister
Good boys to say are ready;
And, Yes, sir," to a gentleman,
And, "Yes, ma'am," to a lady.
Miss Lucy was a charming child,
She never said, "I wont";
If little Dick her playthings spoil'd
She said, Pray, Dicky, don't."
He took her waxen doll one day,
And bang'd it round and round;
Then tore its legs and arms away,
And threw them on the ground.
His good mamma was angry quite,
And Lucy's tears ran down;
But Dick went supperless that
And since has better grown.
LITTLE James, full of play,
Went shooting one day,
Not thinking his sister was nigh;
The arrow was low,
But the wind raised it so,
That it hit her just over the
This good little lad
Was exceedingly sad
At the pain he had given his
He look'd at her eye,
And said, "Emma, don't cry,"
And then, too, he tenderly kiss'd
She could not then speak,
And it cost her a week
Before she recbver'd her sight;
And James burn'd his bow
And his arrows, and so
I think little James acted right.
THE EXCELLENT LORD
"OH dear papa cried little Joe,
"How beautiful the Lord Mayor's
In that gold coach the Lord Mayor
How very happy he must be "
"My dear," the careful parent said,
"Let not strange notions fill your
'Tis not the gold that we possess
That constitutes our happiness.
"The Lord Mayor,when a little boy,
His time did properly employ;
And, as he grew from youth to man,
To follow goodness was his plan.
"And that's the cause they love
And cheer him all the way they go;
They love him for his smiling face
More than for all his gold and lace."
CLEVER LITTLE THOMAS
WHEN Thomas Poole
First went to school,
He was but scarcely seven,
Yet knew as well
To read and spell
As most boys of eleven.
He took his seat,
And wrote quite neat,
And never idly acted;
And then beside
Divided, and subtracted.
His master said,
And stroked his head,
"If thus you persevere,
My little friend,
You may depend
Upon a prize next year."
'Ts winter,cold winter, andWilliam
To look at the place on the pool
Where Henry was drown'd by the
ice breaking in,
About half a mile from the school.
And Henry was told on that very
He must not go into that field,
But then, as he thought, if he did
The fault might for once be con-
A lesson for William, who hangs
down his head,
Without any spirits for play;
His favourite friend and companion
Because he would have his own way.
Good Girls and Bad
YESTERDAY Rebecca Mason,
In the parlour by herself,
Broke a handsome china basin,
Plac'd upon the mantel-shelf.
Quite alarm'd, she thought of going
Very quietly away,
Not a single person knowing
Of her being there that day.
But Rebecca recollected
She was taught deceit to shun;
And the moment she reflected,
Told her mother what was done;
Who commended her behaviour,
Lov'd her better, and forgave her.
A HINT TO MARY ANNE
" MAMMA, dear mamma," cried in
haste Mary Anne,
As into the parlour she eagerly
"I hear that a giant is just come to
So tall, he is often obliged to stoop
Oh, pray let us see him, oh, do let us
Indeed, dear mamma, he's a wonder-
"You are earnest, my love, and
shall not be denied,"
Her truly affectionate mother replied.
" A lady this niorning has also arrived
Who of arms and of legs from her
birth was deprived,
Yet is in a number of ways as expert
As if she were able these limbs
"We'll visit Miss Beffin to-morrow,
I'll speak of the giant and lady
You are not mistaken, his overgrown
We cannot behold without feeling
Whilst Beffin's example most forcibly
A silent rebuke to all-indolent
HOW TO WRITE A LETTER
MVARIA intended a letter to write,
But could not begin (as she thought)
So went to her mother with pencil
Containing "Dear Sister," and also
"With nothing to say, my dear girl,
do not think
Of wasting your time over paper
But certainly this is an excellent way,
To try with your slate to find some-
thing to say.
"I will give you a rule," said her
mother, "my dear,
Just think for a moment your sister
And what would you tell her? con-
sider, and then,
Though silent your tongue, you can
speak with your pen."
NEWS FOR PAPA
WHEN Sarah's papa was from home
a great way,
She attempted to write him a
letter one day.
First ruling the paper, an excellent
In all proper order Miss Sarah
She said she lamented sincerely to
That her dearest mamma had been
That the story was long, but that
when he came back,
He would hear of the shocking be-
haviour of Jack.
Though an error or two we by
chance may detect,
It was better than treating papa
And Sarah, when older, we know
will learn better,
And write single I with a capital
MARIA'S aunt, who lived in Town,
Once wrote a letter to her niece,
And sent, wrapp'd up, a new half-
Besides a pretty pocket-piece.
Maria jump'd with joy and ran
To tell her sister the good news;
She said, "I mean to buy a fan,
Come, come along with me to
They quickly tied their hats, and
Of yellow, lilac, pink, and green;
But far the sisters had not walk'd,
Before the saddest sight was seen.
Upon the ground a poor lame man,
Helpless and old, had tumbled
She thought no more about the fan,
But gave to him her new half-
THE NEGLECTED TURK
Miss ALICE was quietly seated at
When Susan, her cousin, came
quite in a hurry,
Exclaiming, "Come, Alice, and
look at a Turk,
Oh, if you don't see him, I shall be
" His dress is so grand, but you don't
seem to stir."
"I cannot," said Alice, "mamma
has required me
To stop in this room ; I am waiting
And hope I shall finish the work
she desir'd me."
"All nonsense," said Susan, "I beg
you will come";
But Alice resolved on obedient
For which she felt glad, when her
mother came home,
And gave her a smile of approval
PRIDE AND PRIGGISHNESS
" SEE, Fanny," said Miss Charlotte
"How fine I am to-day:
A new silk hat, a sash beside;
Am I not very gay?
"Look at my necklace-real pearls!
My ear-rings, how they shine;
I think I know some little girls
Would like to be as fine."
Said Fanny, "Your papa, 'tis true,
Your dress can well afford;
But if you think I envy you,
I don't-upon my word.
"My father loves to see me dress
Quite modest, neat, and clean;
In plain white muslin, I confess,
I'm happy as a queen.
" our Parents after pleasures roam,
Not like papa, for he
Delights to stay with me at home-
Now don't you envy me ?"
HOW TO LOOK WHEN
"LOUISA, my love," Mrs. Manners
"I fear you are learning to stare,
To avoid looking bold, I must give
you a plan,
Quite easy to practise with
"It is not a lady's or gentleman's
You should look at, whenever
Whilst hearing them speak, or in
To look at the mouth is the
"This method is modest and easy to
When children are glad to be
And ah what a pleasure it is in
To speak and to look as you
ONCE as little Isabella
Ventured, with a large umbrella,
Out upon a rainy day,
She was nearly blown away.
Sadly frightened then was she,
For 'twas very near the sea,
And the wind was very high,
But, alas no friend was nigh.
Luckily, her good mamma
Saw her trouble from afar;
Running just in time, she caught
Pretty little flying daughter.
Note.-This story recalls the adventures
of Robert at theend of Sruwwelpeter. Robert,
however, was not caught.
MARIA had an aunt at Leeds,
For whom she made a purse of
'Twas neatly done, by all allowed,
And praise soon made her vain and
Her mother, willing to repress
This strong conceit of cleverness,
Said, "I will show you, if you
A honeycomb, the work of bees !
"Yes, look within their hive, and
Examine well your purse again;
Compare your merits, and you will
Admit the insects' greater skill "
THAT beautiful cottage not far
from the road
In holiday time was Matilda's
Who, taken one day by her aunt
to the town,
Had put in her purse rather more
than a crown :
'Twas either to keep, or to give, or
In what she lik'd best, for herself
or a friend:
Soon trinkets and ribbons in turn
made her stop
To purchase a trifle at every
Before she remembered the canvas
She intended to buy when her
purse appeared full;
Then wanted to borrow, a favour
Refus'd, because very improper to
Young ladies' extravagance ought
to be met
By teaching them-never to run
MAMMA had ordered Ann, the
Miss Caroline to wash;
And put on with her clean white
A handsome muslin sash.
But Caroline began to cry,
For what you cannot think :
She said, Oh, that's an ugly sash;
I'll have my pretty pink."
Papa, who in the parlour heard
Her make the noise and rout,
That instant went to Caroline,
To whip her, there's no doubt.
"MAMMA, I quite dislike these
I hope you'll send them back;
They are so ugly I should choose
Much prettier than black !
"I thought you mentioned blue or
When ordering a pair,
Or green I should like well enough,
But black I cannot bear "
Young Isabella's prattle o'er,
Her mother soon expressed
A wish that she would say no more,
Since black ones suited best.
Which, when the little lady heard,
She did not say another word.
THE TWO PATIENTS
Miss Lucy WRIGHT, though not
Was just the age of Sophy Ball,
But I have always understood
Miss Sophy was not half so good :
For as they both had faded teeth,
Their teacher sent for Doctor
But Sophy made a dreadful rout,
And would not have hers taken out;
But Lucy Wright endured the pain,
Nor did she ever once complain.
Her teeth returned quite sound and
While Sophy's ached both day and
FANNY'S BAD HABIT
FANNY FLETCHER is forgetful,
Never wilful in her life,
Neither obstinate nor fretful,
Loving truth and shunning strife.
From a girl of so much merit,
May we not in time expect
She will show a proper spirit
One wrong habit to correct ?
Friends will say it is a pity
If her resolution fails-
Fanny looks both good and pretty
When she does not bite her nails !
THOSE who saw Miss Sarah gaping
In the middle of the day,
This remark were often making
On this dull and drowsy way :
"Half asleep, and yet she's waken !
If, poor child, she is not sick,
Some good method must be taken
To correct this idle trick."
Miss AGNES had two or three dolls
and a box
To hold all her bonnets and tippets
and frocks ;
In a red leather thread-case that
snapp'd when it shut,
She had needles to sew with and
scissors to cut;
But Agnes liked better to play with
Than work with her needle, or
play with her toys.
Young ladies should always appear
neat and clean,
Yet Agnes was seldom dress'd fit
to be seen.
I saw her one morning attempting
A very large stone, when it fell on
her toe :
The boys, who were present and
saw what was done,
Set up a loud laugh, and they called
it fine fun.
But I took her home, and the
doctor soon came,
And Agnes, I fear, will a long time
be lame :
As from morning till night she
laments very much,
That now when she walks she must
lean on a crutch;
And she told her dear father, a
thousand times o'er,
That she never will play with rude
boys any more.
Note.-" Hoyden" is not used now. We
THE GIDDY GIRL
Miss HELEN was always too giddy
What her mother had told her to
For frequently over the street in
She would cross where the
And out she would go to a very
To look at the water below;
How naughty to run to a danger-
Where her mother forbade her
to go !
One morning, intending to _take
but one peep,
Her foot slipp'd away from the
Unhappy misfortune! the water
And giddy Miss Helen was
A WARNING TO FRANCES
As Frances was playing and turning
Her head grew so giddy she fell to
'Twas well that she was not
But, O what a pity her frock was
That had you beheld the un-
You had seen her all cover'd
Her mother was sorry, and said,
"Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and
make you quite dry,
If you'll promise to turn round
"What, not in the parlour ?" the
little girl said.
"No, not in the parlour ; for lately
Of a girl who was hurt with the
"She was playing and turning,
until her poor head
Fell against the hard door, and it
very much bled;
And I heard Dr. Camomile tell
That he put on a plaster and
cover'd it up,
Then he gave her some tea that
was bitter to sup,
Or perhaps it had never been
PLAYING WITH FIRE.
THE friends of little Mary Green
Are now in deep distress,
The family will soon be seen
To wear a mournful dress.
It seems, trom litter on the floor,
She had been lighting straws,
Which caught the muslin frock she
A sad event to cause.
Her screams were loud and quickly
And remedies applied,
But all in vain, she scarcely stirr'd
Again, before she died !
HOW TO HEAL A BURN
O, WE have had a sad mishap !
As Clara lay in Nurse's lap,
Too near the fire the chair did
A coal flew out and burnt her hand.
"It must have flown above the
It came so quick and hit so hard;
And, would you think it ? raised a
0, how she cried poor little sister !
Poor thing! I grieved to see it
"What will you put to make itwell?"
"Why," said Mamma, "I really think
Some scraped potato, or some ink,
"A little vinegar, or brandy,
Whichever nurse can find most
All these are good, my little
But nothing's better than cold
MARY ANNE'S KINDNESS
How mischievous it was, when Will
Push'd his young sister down the hill,
Then ran away, a naughty boy,
Although he heard her sadly cry!
Their mother, who was walking out,
Saw the rude trick, and heard him
With gentle voice, but angry nod,
She threatened Willy with the rod.
But Mary Anne, afraid of this,
Begg'd they might now be friends
She said, "Mamma, I feel no pain,
And Willy won't do so again."
Then Willy called his sister "good,"
And said he "never, never would."
MIss SOPHY, one fine sunny day,
Left her work and ran away.
When she reached the garden-gate,
She found it lock'd, but would not
So tried to climb and scramble o'er
A gate as high as any door.
But little girls should never climb,
And Sophy won't another time;
For when upon the highest rail,
Her frock was caught upon a nail:
She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,
Was hurt and bruised-for down
DRESSED OR UNDRESSED
WHEN children are naughty and
will not be dress'd,
Pray, what do you think is the
Why, often I really believe it is
To keep them in night-clothes
But then they can have no good
breakfast to eat,
Nor walk with their Mother or
At dinner they'll have neither
pudding nor meat,
Nor anything else that they want.
Then who would be naughty, and
sit all the day
In night-clothes unfit to be seen?
And pray, who would lose all their
pudding and play,
For not being dress'd neat and
MRS. BIRCH'S INFLUENCE
"INDEED you are troublesome, Anne,"
said her aunt,
"You begg'd me to bring you
And now you are cross and pretend
that you want
To be carried the rest of the
"I hope you know better than cry
in the street :
The people will think it so odd,
And if Mrs. Birch we should happen
She will ask if we want a new
"Then dry up your tears; with a
smile on your face
You will speak in a different tune.
And now you have'cleverly mended
We shall both be at home very
THE babe was in the cradle laid,
And Tom had said his prayers,
When Frances told the nursery-maid
She would not go upstairs.
She cried so loud her mother came
To ask the reason why,
And said, "Oh, Frances, fie for
Ohfie! Ohfie! Ohfie!"
But Frances was more naughty still,
And Betty sadly nipp'd :
Until her mother said, "I will-
I must have Frances whipp'd.
"For, oh! how naughty 'tis to cry,
But worse, much worse to fight,
Instead of running readily
And calling out, Good-night!'"
Kindness and Cruelty
THE HARMLESS COW
A VERY young lady,
And Susan the maid,
Who carried the baby,
Were one day afraid.
They saw a cow feeding,
Quite harmless and still:
Yet scream'd, without heeding
The man at the mill,
Who, seeing their flutter,
Said, "Cows do no harm;
But send you good butter
And milk from the farm."
THE HARMLESS WORM
As Sally sat upon the ground,
A little crawling worm she found
Among the garden dirt;
And when she saw the worm she
And ran away and cried, and
As if she had been hurt.
Mamma, afraid some serious harm
Made Sally scream, was in alarm,
And left the parlour then;
But when the cause she came to
She bade her daughter back return.
To see the worm again.