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A I:IL-.AcK-A-.\MOOR:One; a%.lt
To s,-c the sights, anid anll 1i.,.
Andl as he 1ias ;ed l;on
Tlirc- little b:m-\'' he chafnl i ""t,
\\ho one and all set up a roar
And laughed and hooted more and more,
And kept on shouting--only think-
" O, Blacky, you're as black as ink!"
St. Nicholas happened to come by,
And was not pleased to hear this cry :
*' Boys," he called in angry tone,
" Come, leave the Black-a-moor alone!
For, if he tries with all his might,
He cannot change from black to white."
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Alas! they mind him not at all,
But louder laugh, and shout, and call.
St. Nicholas is in a rage;
Look at him on this very page I
He has, you know, great books to keep,
A nd owfns an inkstand wide and deep,
no no\v these naughty little teases
, 1 neck or waist he firmly seizes,
S...And they may scream, and kick, and bawl
I'" Bt in the ink he dips them all;
to the,inkstand, one, two, three,
il their. ae black as black can be.
't eZ-he' y are, and there they run!
h lak --moor enjoys the fun.
ave been made as black as crows,
Slack all over, eyes and nose,
3-gss and arms, and heads, and toes;
Because they set up
such a roar,
And teased the harmless
SEE Slovenly Peter I
Here he stands,
With his dirty hair and hands.
See I his nails arerift&er cut;
They are grimed a ,
black as soot; "'
For ma la y s, perhaps
Water hali ttou:chcd
And the slovx I declare,
Not once this year
his hair. 4
Anything to me is
Than to see shock-
headed Peter i
What danger if at such a time
I try his apple-trees to climb?
No eye upon me looks."
So o'er the garden wall he went,
And to a tree his footsteps bent,
Whose excellence:he knew;
Where many an apple ripe and red,
All temptingly above his head,
In rich profusion grew.
TOM THE THIIEF.
THE village clock is striking eight,
The children, each with book and slate,
Are hurrying off to school.
They linger not to talk or play,
But hasten forward in their way-
Such is the teacher's rule.
With spectacles upon his nose,
He to the upper window goes;
Right glad is he to view
The little folks on learning bent,
Approaching with a heart content,
Their studies to pursue.
And there is Tom, whose empty head
Is with a tattered hat o'erspread.
But, see, he turns aside;
He scorns the sweets that knowledge yields,
And oft prefers to roam the fields
From morn till eventide.
Oft, too,.the warblers of the air
Are tangled in some.secret snare,
Spread by this naughty boy;
But darker deeds, and thievish gains,
Now occupy his little brains,
And all his thoughts employ.
He ponders dee, he pondeplong;
Says he, The teacher among
His pupils a.nidhis books;
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At length, despite the children's noise,
The echoes ofrhis sugpliant voice
L, Strike on; theteacher's ears.
OulicklyI)e' hastens bit to see
What h1the w )rld the cause can be
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S Noat park this naughty little lad,
l o ,hIe busied in a deed so bad,
.- ." How full he is of fear.
- He looks about with anxious eyes,
'- Before, behind, he peeps and pries,
Lest some one should be near.
But finding all is safe around,
His hat and coat upon the ground
With eager haste he throws;
-"- .: "Then with both hands the trunk he grasps,
S'With both his knees he tightly clasps,
And up the tree he goes.
But, oh! what language can express
The apprehension and distress
That rack poor Tommy's mind,
~' To feel some strange mysterious force
Arrest him in his upward course,
By seizing him behind !
O'erwhelmed with fear, at once he stops,
And almost from the tree he drops
Down to the ground beneath;
For looking round to know the cause,
He sees the bull-dog's open jaws,
And sees his glittering teeth.
Aloud he shouts, aloud he bawls,
And long for help he vainly calls;
No rescuing friend appears.
Of such uproarious cries;
And looking o'er the garden wall
Beholds the thief, the dog, and all,
With horror and surprise.
Nor stood he long with wonder mute;
A word to the obedient brute
At once gives Tom relief.
But ever since that luckless morn,
Object of universal scorn,
He's nick-named Tom the Thief.
THIS Frederick! this Frederick!
A naughty wicked boy was he;
I-Ic caught the flies, pl or little things,
And then tore off th-ir tiny \\ings;
1-e killed the birds, he broke the chairs,
And kicked the kitten do\\n the stairs;
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And oh and oh far worse and worse,
He whipped his good and gentle nurse 1
The trough was full, and good dog Tray
Came out to drink one sultry day;
He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,
When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,
And beat poor Tray till he was sore;
Beat him till he'd stand no more,
_.:lut turned upon this' crui l Fred,
,. -XA nd bit his i1 until it bled.
u.: i c 'Then \ou sh:'iul..l onl\ have I)bcn bI ,
S',;: To see hol'w Frc-d did -.crealn and cr\!
:- In bed no Frd,_rick lhas t stav,
d quiet kccj b,:th n iht an.l d .IV.
SThe Docto'r coles, his head he -hakes, -'
,nd bitter drul s makes Frederi ck
S- But good dlog 'Tray i: la'.Y nii ,
He seats hims,.If
And Liti'-hs to see thie nic thing- there:
S .:- -'* Th souLI hlie s\Wal lo\ Iupl I y l-u
And e ts the pics and puddings up.
SoI HOPE no one who reads is like
Sam Bogus, naughty boy,
W-- i -Vho in the sugar-bowl alone
Was able to find joy.
.i ,All by himself, this Sam could eat
S-. -A lump of such large size
___..-_.. _.' __ i/ That you could hardly view it round,
SI, / Though straining both your eyes:
\ .. ," 1-is coffee ne'er was sweet enough,
I E'en had he sixteen lumps;
He'd get into the dumps.
His motheral\ I in *he morn,
S: Would go and fill Theowl
"--, By half-past one, it all was gone--
He'd eaten up the whole.
His father groaned and tore his hair,
It hurt his heart andpurse;
But greedy Sammy had no care-
He kept on getting worse.-
Molasses, sugar, jam, or candy,
Whatever tasted good and sweet,
He stole whenever it came handy,
And in a corner sneaked to eat.
Such toothaches as afflicted Sam ,
I hope you ne'er may feel;
The dentist was obliged to come
And make this Sammy squeal.
On dirty barrels he soiled his pants,
Sucking molasses through a straw,-
He had to step a lively dance I C -
When his doings, once, a watchman saw. -"
At last the juice came through his pores, -
And covered his skin with a sticky slime, .
Till the bees and flies flew about in scores, .
And followed and plagued him all the time.
They bit, they scratched, torl;ented, and
Till he had no rest by night or day; '
His schoolmates ran when hecame among them,
So he never could"get~ chance to play.
S' At length his body became all sugar;
He a~-"nh bload, nor flesh, nor bones;
S.Andgot so soft that when you touched him,
He gave forth pitiful cries and moans.
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One day when walking in the streets,
S''A heavy rain began to fall,
fi .y And washed and drenched his body of sweets,
Till it melted him down to nothing at all!
He ran away like softened butter
S- When before the fire it is put to warm;
j The dogs and the "is ate him up in the gutter,
C .,- ~. And that anxthe end of Sugary Sam !
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As he trudged along to school,
It was always Johnny's rule
To be looking at the sky,
And the clouds that floated by;
But what just before him lay,
In his way,
Johnny never thought about;
So that every one cried out,
" Look at little Johnny there,
Little Johnny Head-in-Air!"
Running just in Johnny's way,
Came a little dog one day:
Johnny's eyes were still astray,
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Up on high,
In the sky,
And he never heard them cry,
*. Johnny, mind, the dog is nigh "
What happens now?
Down they fell, with such a thump,
Dog and Johnny in a lump,
That they almost broke their bones
So hard they tumbled on the stones 1
Once, with head as high as ever,
Jlhnny \\alk ed I side the river.
S '.' J.1h1nn v\ watched the swallows trying
"'- \\ lich \as clever'est at flying.
Oh h! 1\\h,t tun!
Johnny \\atc:lId th,- I ig round sun
,iing in and c, min. out;
Thi" \wAs all he thought about.
So he strode on, only think!
To the river's very brink,
Where the bank was high and steep,
And the water very deep;
And three fishes, in a row,
Stared to see him coming so.
One step more I Oh! sad to tell
Headlong in poor Johnny fell.
v The little fishes, in dismay,
S Wagged their tails and swam away.
S There lay Johnny on his face,
XVith his books and writing-case.
But, as they were passing by,
Two strong men had heard him cry;
And with sticks these ft o strong men
Hooked poor Johnny out again.
Oh! you should have seen him shiver
When they pulled him from the river.
He was in a sorry plight!
Dripping wet, and such a fright!
Wet all over, every where,
Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair:
Johnny never will forget
What it is to be so wet.
And the fishes, one, two, three,
Have come back again, you see!
Up they came the moment after
To enjoy the fun and laughter,
Each popped out its little head,
And, to tease poor Johnny, said,
" Silly little Johnny, look,
You have lost your writing-book!"
See them laughing as they stare
At poor Johnny Head-in-Air!
TOM was a most untidy boy,
Who took no care of book or toy;
Beside him when he went to bed.
No, nothing in its place was found,
But all his things were strewed around:
SHis socks at random off he tossed,
k As though he cared not both were lost.
Beside the stove was seen a shoe;
His trousers there were lying too;
The fellow shoe was near the door,
Flung with the coat upon the floor.
But, children, mark what happened next, ..--
And think how sorely Tom was vexed!
At early morn his father rose,
And dressed up doggy in his clothes!
A .e. He dressed him in the coat so warm,
And put a book beneath his arm;
V While Tom was forced to stand and look,
i Though in his shirt with cold he shook.
SWhat think you next his father did?
Why, little Tom he straightway bid
With doggy thus to school to go,
That doggy might his learning show!
SAnd Tom most foolish looked that day,
S. As through the snow he took his way;
SWhile proudly stalked the dog, you see,
As if he'd taken his degree!
FRANK THE LIAR
COME listen while I tell you now
About a certain youth,
Who had one dreadful, dreadful fault,
He never 'told the truth;
And while he uttered lies he was
So skillful and so bold, 'i
That he appeared as innocent
As if the truth he told.
One morning faithful Tray was
Upon the pavement dead,
And Frank had killed him with
His little comrades said.
Twas you who killed the dog," cried Frank:
What stories you do tell 1"
But soon the fact was proved on him,
And his father whipped him well.
One day into the room he rushed,
His eyes were glowing, cheeks
"Oh! mother, father, dear," he said,
My little sisters both are dead I
Emma fell down and broke her back,
And little Fan her skull
did crack !- I--
The parents were distracted nearly,
They loved their little girls so dearly'; ;
But scarce the words had from him slip e6d,
When in the little sisters tripped.
The parents' joy now who can tell ?
But Frank again they punished well.
One night when all had gone to bed,
Frank took it in his little head
That he the people would affright,
By crying fire with all his might.
"Fire! fire!" he screamed. Oh! then 'twas fun
For him to see the people run.
"Fire I fire I turn out! where is it-where ?"
They cried: he answered, "There! there! there!'
Till, finding they had been deceived,
SAnd.feeling very much aggrieved,
They poured upon the little liar
The water destined for the fire.
SWhen to his home he came again,
He tried to speak, but 'twas in vain;
Dreadful to tell, he had become,
Through cold and fright quite deaf
For a whole year he, spoke no word;
No sound in this long time he heard;
S '. When suddenly one day he tried
To speak, and found his tongue
^.= Wit' untied.
1, ".. With joy his voice again he-
S He scarcely can believe his ears.
'' But greater was the parents' joy
To find their son a truthful boy;
-- S For from that time he never spoke
An untrue word, or played a joke.
FLg ING ROBERT.
WHEN the rain comes tumbling down
In the country or the t, n,
All ,go',d little ,irls- and boys
StaiL at hill, _- anil mind their t)Voys.
R I.Clert thliuhJit, N ,, \\licn it pours,
It is I. Ltt,-r ctit of dl rsi."
Rain it a/,', and in a minute
Iob \\as in it.
\\'hat a wind! Oh! how
it \w histlcs I
"'hroiiu h the tr,-et s and
flo\\ers and thistles.
It h is caught his big
No\\ l'_k at himl,
-. i \t Il lios, !
I ip it -hIes,
To, the skis !
Throu,_h thil clouds -
the rud-e ,,ind bore el ...
.And his hat flew on before-him.
ioon they got to such a height,
they were nearly out of sight!
And the hat flew up so high
.::. That it almost touched the sky.
No one ever yet could tell
Where they stopped, or where they fell:
Only this one thing is plain,
Bob was never seen again !
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I,[R Nu. \ a-.s alWayi onl the ltairs-- i"
He \e ur Iu' t tllhitccin si:plendi:l l.airs I ii
()1 brani-nir pant.il in-o ;
H e [ I:Ling'dr hi ',-.; hie hurt liis n.,'-o e;
His lather Iccturld hiirn quit strongly, -
Gave 1hiin a -)beatin f iar, l .\\s,
BI-ut Jimmii y \\':nt on ,llidlini \\ ronCgl\,
And spoliledl no -nd _f- ci:\tl\ clothes.
One dav his ilp-rents out had -0lone
To see a friien- fro-m France,
.\nd Jimmyn being quite alone
Thought this at last his chanlCeV
He mounted to the highest story;
Ie claS ped thebani
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S He gav\-' a cVry of Hooray! Glory !"
.And nl n tlhe rail jumped with a bound.
tDoc\\ dli\\'n he t\\,int-now quick, now
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| He \\ent so Elast he: could not see;
The turns iiflrt made him sick, then sicker;
His head Iic.gan to twirl! Ah, me!
SJust like a \\ indmill's sails a-turning.
He t\i\itc.1 tumble I1 turned, and twirled:
His arms and le'-s le\\ far asunder;
His bIcd\' on the floor was hurled!
4^; S,-mei ofi his bnes \re broken quite,
whilel e on the stairs,
Much blood was there-
" Al, me 1 0, what a sight!
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SIMPLE JOHN his youth has wasted,
S1 Ind ne'er the charms of knowledge
.- .Do see him now so silly stand-
i Not underfoot, but in his hand
Should be the letters; he will need
.I .1.1' ,,To know them all that he may read.
O, silly John wouldd be much better
To pick them up, and learn each letter!
Round 0, and I, and A, B, C-
L ---" A wiser boy you soon would be 1
j John surely never chanced to meet
The horses trotting through the street,
Or he would know that in this town
Horses don't trot upside down !
Look at the picture and you'll see,
Its head is where its feet should be.
O, silly John what would he say
Who gave you that nice toy for play ?
The very gander seems to shout,
"John! What on earth are you about ?"
John with a trumpet tries his skill,
And blows away with right good will.
The children, wondering at the noise,
Run out to see him, girls and boys-
But still he blows, he does not care
For what they say, or how they stare !
John seems.to think but of the present,
But there's one thing he'll find unpleasant-
It is a truth he soon will learn,
That Time once lost will ne'er return."
FRANK was a mischief-loving boy,
And fond of naught but play,
Who might have been his parents' joy,
If he would but obey.
In vain his parents kindly tried
In learning's path his steps to guide,
For he, despite their good intent,
Had all his thoughts on mischief bent.
His little sister he would tease,
Instead of trying her to please;
Her dolls and toys he would not spare,
And oft he pulled her curly hair.
Her pretty little bird he took-
Poor Susie never saw it after-
He drowned her kitten in the brook,
And came and told her, full of laughter
He tied a stick to Carlo's tail;
The dog went mad as mad cokld'be ;
The little scamp should be in jail,
For that's the place for such as he.
When.his parents would reprove,
He'd look as surly as a bear;
But neither prayers nor tears could move,
Nor for a whipping did he care.
SHis parents in the cnurchyard. sleep,
S'- V And Frank is left without a home;
'Tis useless now for him to weep,
SAlone and friendless he must roam.
n not work-he knows not how-
[|..tH ecAn f-eearnimng now;
trl ^in1gry, and footsore,
He-begs his bread from door to door.
Now children-all you who may read
I Ti'little story-pray take heed:
y improve your time while yet you may,
And you'll be glad some future day.
O fie -In Kat-:! untidy girl,
\\'ith dirty lce, hair uut of CLII'I,
\\'ho soils each dress, ho\\we\r neat,
First \ ith pudding, then with meat.
More like a little pig is she
Than \\hat a tidy girl should be I
-Quite tired, at length, of all this waste,
One day Miamma runs do\\n in haste,
And brings three piggies straight up-stairs,
And round the table sets their chairs;
And Kate must needs e'en sit and dine,
Not with her playmates, but with swine.
And, truth to say, less clean was she
Than either of the piggies .three.
Who with good manners eat their meal,
While down Kate's cheeks the tear-drops steal.
The children laugh when Kate they see
In such untidy company.
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THE LITTLE GLUTTON.
OH i how this NMary loved to cat!
It was her chief delight;
She would have something, sour r \\cet,
To munch from morn till night.
She to the ipantr\ daily stole,
And slyly she would d take
Sugar, and plum-;, and sw\\ctmeats too,
And apples, nuts and cake.
Her mother Mary olt rc:provcd,
But, ah I it did no good;
Munch, nibble, chew from
morn till night
The little glutton
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ea, onme daeey,
She chanced to cast
"Howi niice that hny-\
Sther e nmst taste!"
She cried, and off
And through the little \\'in-
OuLite cautiously she peeps.
"Oh dear! how good it looks !" she
As she the honey sees;
"I must, I will, indeed, have some;
It cannot hurt the bees."
And now a hive she gently lifts,-
Oh, foolish, foolish, child !-
Down, down it falls-out swarm the bees,
Buzzing with fury wild.
'With fright she shrieks, and tries to run,
But, ah! 'tis all in vain;
Upon her light the angry bees,
And make her writhe with pain.
THERE was a girl named Tanglepate,
She lived-I won't say where-
SWho was not willing any one
SShould comb or curl. her hair.
She cried and made a dreadful fuss,
At morning, noon, or night,-- -
\And did not seem at all ashanm _d
Of looking like a fright.',
Her hair stood out around her he ,' .
Just like a lion's mane,
And she was scolded, coaxed, and teased '
About it-but in vain.
It caught on,buttons, hooks, and boughs
As here and there she rushed,
'And yetM never would consent
To have it combed dr brushed.
And so she fell asleep one day
Within the woods, and there
Two birdies came and built a nest ..i
Amid her tangled hair. ..
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ANNIE liked not to obey,
But always wanted her own way,
And, when crossed, the air she'd fill
With screams and clamor, loud and shrill.
Said Mamma, once, "Now, Annie, dear,
Be good while IYm away from here."
But Annie began to storm and shout,
" Mamma, you must take me out !"
Flip, flap, flip, flap !-what's all this din ?
Why, 'tis a stork comes striding in,
A stork with legs both red and thin I
But Annie ceases -not to,:flout,
And e'en begins afresh to shout,
" I will--I will be taken out!"
With open beak the solemn stork
Now takes her up as on a fork.
" Flip, flap I nay, do not scream and pout,"
Says he; "you shall be taken out!" r ,
Flip, flap, flip, flap! away he hies,
Up, up with Annie now he flies;
"l' XWithin his beak he holds her tight,
Until upon his nest they light.
Instead of cakes, or dainty meat,
Frog's flesh she now with storks must eat;
And, willy nilly, on the roof
She sadly sits, from all aloof.
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But Pauline said, Oh,
\what a pity !
For when they burn, it
is so pretty
They crackle so, and
spit, and flame, -
It is a most delightful game.
I will just light a match or two,
As oft I've seen my mother do."
-When Mintz and Mauntz, the cats,
They raised their paws and began to cry'
" Me-ow I said they, me-ow, me-o!
You'll burn to death, if you do so;
Your parents have forbid, you know!"
But Pauline would not take advice,
She lit a match, it was so nice I
It crackled so, and burned so clear,
Exactly like the picture here.
PAULINE AND THE
NI.-xMM.- and Nurse went out one day,
And left Pauline alone at play:
.Around the room she ga lv sprunI-
Clapped her hands, and danced, and
Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand;
And kind Mlamma and Nurse
had told her
Fi 'That if she touched them
they would scold her;
She jumped for joy, and ran about,
And was too pleased to put it out.
\\lhen Nlintz and Alauntz, the cats,
They said, Oh, naughty, naughty 0l
And stretched their claws, -
And raised their paws!
S'Tis very, very wrong, vouo know;
Nle-ow, me-o! Ile-o'vx, mIe-o!
You will be burnt if you do so; .
Your mother has forbid,
\'Ou know !"
Now see! oh see, a
The fire has callught
Her apron burns, her
arms, her hairI
She burns all over,
every \\ here i
Then ho\ the pussy-cats
SVWhat else, poor Pussies,
could they do ?
They screamed for help, 'twas
all in vain,
So then they said, \We'll scream again;
Make haste, make haste me-ow, me-o!
She'll burn to death --we told her so;"
So she was burnt, \\ ith all her clothes,
And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose,
Till she had nothing more to lose,
xI. cept her little scarlet shoes;
:nd nothing else but these was found
a-.ng her ashes on the ground.
A.And when the good cats sat beside
The smnokin-g ashes, how the\' cried;
I le-ow, me-o le-o\\', me-o!
\\:hat \\'ill MIamma and Nursy do ?''
Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,
They made a little pool at last.
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MINNIE had charming eyes of blue,
A figure trim and slender, too,
And gracefully her hair did curl,-
She was, in truth, a pretty girl.
And yet, with all these beauties rare,
These angel eyes, and curly hair,
Oh I many, many faults had she,
The worst of which was jealousy.
When on the shining Christmas tree,
Saint Nicholas hung his gifts so free,
The envious Minnie could not bear
With any one these gifts to share.
And when her sisters' birthdays came,
Minnie-it must be told with shame-
Would envy every pretty thing
Which dear Mamma to .them would bring.
Her tender mother often sighed,
And to reform her daughter tried,
"Oh I Minnie, Minnie," she would say,
Quite yellow you will turn some day."
Now came the merry Christmas feast:
Saint Nicholas brought to e'en the least
Such pretty presents, rich and rare,
But all the best for Minnie were.
But Minnie was not satisfied,
She pouted, fretted, sulked, and cried;
Sisters and brothers had no rest-
She vowed their presents were the best.
Now to her little sister, Bess,
Saint Nicholas brought a satin dress;
This Minnie longed for, envious child,
And snatched it from her sister mild.
Then all in tears did Bessy run
To tell her mother what was done,
While Minnie went triumphantly
To try the dress on, as you see.
And springing quickly to the glass,
What saw she there? alas! alas
Oh! what a sad, a deep disgrace I
She found she had a yellow face.
"Ah me!" she cried now, in despair,
" Where are my rosy cheeks-oh, where ?"
"Ho screamed the parrot, "now you see
The punishment of jealousy "
ONE day, Mamma said, Bertha, dear,
I must go out and leave you here:
But mind, now, Bertha, what I say,
Don't suck your thumbs while I'm away.
The great tall tailor always comes
To little folks that suck their thumbs;
And ere they dream what he's about,
He takes his great sharp scissors out,
And cuts their thumbs clean off,- and then,
You know, they never grow again."
Oh I children, see! the tailor's come
And caught our little Suck-a-Thumb I
Snip I 'Snap I Snip! They go so fast
That both her thumbs are off at last.
Mamma comes home; there Bertha stands,
And looks quite sad, and shows her hands.
'"Ah I" said Mamma, I knew he'd come
To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."
mma had scarcely turned her back,
Sthumb was in, Alack Alack!
Door flew open, in he ran,
great, long, red-legged scissor-man.
Tili- little girls whom here y'ou bee
\W ere iters in ,.ne family;
And both -.njiiV 'd 111n Ceiuiil share
Of a kind inulth-r's anxi'_,us care.
The one in neatness took a pride,
Anii o(t the comb and brush ap)plid ;
Oft \% ahld 11 r lace, andll I olt her hands;
See', no110 tus uCCupied shec stands.
T'he other-,h !h I I-ri\'ve to say
Ho\\- .-he \\ )iul.1 scramni and run a\\'aV,
Suun as she ba\v her mother stand,
With water by, and sponge in hand:
She'd kick, and stamp, and jump about,
And set up such an a\\ful shout,
That one \\ho did not know the clild,
WVould say she LImust be ',lin.g \\ild.
In consequence it came to pass,
While one was quite a pretty lass,
And many a fond admirer gained,
And many a little gift obtained;
The other, viewed with general scorn,
Was left forsaken and forlorn;
For no one can endure to see
A child all dirt and misery.
Behold how needful 'tis that we
Should clean in dress and person be;
Or else, believe me, 'tis in vain
We hope affection to obtain.
A sloven will be always viewed
With pity by the wise and good;
While even the vicious and the base
Behold with scorn a dirty face.
THE DIRTg CHILD.
CRY-.PAP BELLE is always in tears,
Nothin,- you give her can ease her;
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
.Kisses and cake will not please her.
She'll cry if she happens to get a slight fall
She'll cry if the naughty boys tease her;
She'll cry for a spoon, and she'll cry for the
There's no use in trying to please her.
If she wants to go out in the street she will
If she wants to come in, how she screeches!
For nothing at all she will set up and bawl,
LI mindful of comforting speeches.
er She cries in the morning because.
: 4 she's not dressed;
And at night when they want
to undress her,
V More loudly she'll roar,
and roll over the floor
As if she had pains to dis-
She cries k lhen she's sick, and she
cries when she's well,
And often cries out when she's
So that heal\\ and red, and most out
of her head,
Are her eyes un aCCo-,unt of such weeping.
She cries till [Ier t, ars have ,,'-cllied into a lake,
The watcrs- look l, .lomv and fro i niin',
And Belle tumbles in, alllo't up to her chin, -:
And is really in dlan Qer of dlrowni ng.
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Her.mother looks out of her window and sees ,
To what 'alf4:his crying hakbrS.-ght her,
And out of the wet, with the aid of a net,
She scoops in her damp little daughter.
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PHOEBE ANN, THE PROUD GIRL.
THIS Phoebe Ann was a very proud girl;
Her nose had always an upward curl;
She thought herself better than all beside,
And beat the peacock himself in pride.
To earth she never, by any chance,
Would for a moment bend her glance;
And her head she held so very high
That her neck began to stretch by and by.
It stretched, and stretched, and grew so long,
That her parents knew there was something wrong;
It stretched and stretched, and they soon began
To look up with fear at their Phoebe Ann:
They.prayed her to stop her upward gaze,
But Phoebe kept on in her old proud ways.
Her neck, at last, grew so long and spare,
It was able no more her head to bear;
So it downward bent, like a willow bough,
And a pitiful sight was Phoebe now.
In order to keep her head from the ground,
She was forced on a wagon to drag it around;
And whenever she went out, a walk to take,
The boys would hallo, Here comes a snake "
So beware of holding your head too high,
Or your neck, also, may stretch by and by.
I NEVER saw a girl or boy
So prone as Sophy to destroy
Whate'er she laid her hands upon.
Whether another's or her own,
However costly, choice, or rare,
Nothing within her reach sle'd spare.
Her playthings shared the common lot;
Though her's they were she spared them
Her dolls she oft tore limb-fco ,kb,
To gratify her foolish whim.
" Fie I said her mother, don't you know,
That if you use your playthings so,
Kriss Kringle will in wrath refuse
To gi-e you what you thus abuse ?
Remember, how in years gone by
You've always found a rich supply
Of Christmas presents; but beware,
You'll find no more another year!"
You'd think such words would surely tend
To make this child her ways amend.
But no; she still her course pursued,
Regardless of advice so good.
But when her mother sees 'tis plain
That all her arguments are vain,
She says, "Since I have done my best,
I'll let experience do the rest."
Meantime the season of the year
For Christmas gifts was drawing near,
And Sophy doubted not that she
An ample store of them would see.
At length the happy hour was come;
The children, led into a room,
Behold, with wonder, and surprise.,
Three tables set before their eyes.
One is for Nelly, one for Ned,
And both with choicest treasures spread.
The other table is left bare,
And, see, poor Sophy's standing there.
"You see, my loves," their father said,
" Kriss Kringle has the difference made
Which oft we told you that he would
Between the naughty and the good."
KA'T1's a tomboy, sure ii. ,i .., ;
Fond of games, so very roi i. .
Other girls declare that tl_
With Miss Katy will notl 11.tv,
So she's always with the I, .,-,--
None of them can make nmrc i,,i,,
None of them's a bit mnre 00r i "
E'en her voice has grow\ n -ltitc I L:-;re.
Running races, climbing trc,: .,
Playing ball, in sports like th _.s, "
Katy ids r great d light,
.'Seldomi dc sh.e c.e to look
At a picture, o boo-
I t I nice to rudp and ruhn;
s 'IS~ sthuuld have their shaaC of be;
."y ough wde w enouwn ;
-Not to bi e too rudem and rough.n
ROCKING PHILIP. ":_ _
" LET me see if Philip can I 1i
Be a little gentleman;
Let me see if he is able
To sit, for once, still at the table." ]
Thus spoke, in earnest tone,
The father to his little son;
And the mother looked quite grave
To see her child so misbehave.
But Philip will not heed or mind,
His father or his mother kind.
He wriggles, giggles, sways about,
Fidgets, squirms, and makes a rout;
Then, growing still more rude and wild,
See the naughty, restless child!
With his feet he tilts his chair,
Tilts too far, and in despair
'.t Clut.hes-s at the cloth, but then
IThat malk,,s matters worse again;
tGlasses, br- a 1, knives, forks, and all,
/L.),-)Wr-n Ul on the floor they fall;
._Th, SOU.11) tureen, too, with them goes,
\n--d- .n: souI) all over Philip flows.
S Papa springs uF in dismay;
J,. ..; inLla.m knoi s not \ hat to say;
.W here is lP1hilhp ? Where is he?
Mainly c..:, c-rd t1p, VOu see!
SCloth and all are lI in on him;
H eP IlaHe has Iulled all dil-n upon him.
.'r \Vhat a terrible to-do!l
~i.-h, glassez, snapt in two;
IHre a ]nif,16, and therc a fork,
Philip this is natuglt, work!
S. Table stril:,pd1C compl.,Itely bare;
Pal)a, MIammna, in desl:air,
.- \ Look qLluite cross, and wonder how
i j Tlihe shall mlak tllei- dillllnnurl now.
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