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MORE CAUTIONARY STORIES
MORE CAUTIONARY STORIES,
BY THE AUTHOR OF THAT MUCH-ADMIRED
LITTLE WORK ENTITLED
WITH THIRTY ENGRAVINGS BY S. WILLIAMS.
CORNISH BROTHERS, 37, NEW STREET
PRINTED BY COND BROS.,
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The .co, Book
A NEAT little, book, fl 11 of pictures, waa
For a good little girl who was glad ,t be
'She read all the tales, and then said to her
I'll lend this new book to my dear little
He shall look at the pictures, and find 0
I'm sure he won't tear it, he's such a good
Oh, no I brother Henry knows better in-
Although he's too young, yet, to spell or to
CHILDREN, who delight to ramble,
When it is not holiday,
And o'er hedge and ditch to scramble,
All for love of truant play;
Must have tasks and lessons double
To make up for time misspent,
And, besides this double trouble,
Must have proper punishment.
MIssJANE'S mamma was very ill,
And felt such pain she could not sleep,
And Jane would quietly sit still,
Or sometimes through the curtains peep.
And often as she left the bed,
The tear of sweet affection fell,
And going from the room she said,
"I wish my dear mamma was well."
THAT I did not see Frances just now I am
For Winifred says she look'd sullen and
When I ask her the reason, I know very
That Frances will blush the true reason to
And I never again shall expect to hear said,
That she pouts at her milk with a toast of
When both are as good as can possibly be,
Though Betsy for breakfast, perhaps, may
MAMTMA had ordered Ann, the maid,
Miss Caroline to wash;
And put on with her clean white frock,
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,
Listen to Reason.
ONE afternoon, as Joseph West,
The boy who learnt his lesson best,*
Was trying how his whip would crack,
By chance hit Headstrong on the back.
See the-Daisy, Story VI.
Enraged, he flew, and gave poor Joe,
With all his might a sudden blow :
Nor would he listen to one word,
When Joe endeavour'd 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 more.
The Crying Child.
0 FIE I Master Edward, I feel much sur-
And am really ashamed of those tears and
Do you know by your crying how sadly you
Your mother,. although you've no cause to
And can you forget, that when sick on her
How she nursed you and gave you sweet
tamarind tea ?
A rod is the very best thing to apply,
When children are crying and cannot tell
Unless they are babes in the cradle, so young,
That they are not yet able to speak with
As Joe was at play,
Near the cupboard one day,
When he thought no one saw but himself,
How sorry I am,
He ate raspberry jam,
And currants that stood on the shelf.
His mother and John
To the garden had gone,
To gather ripe pears and ripe plums;
What Joe was about
His mother found out,
When she look'd at his fingers and thumbs:
And when they had dined
Said to Joe, You will find,
It is better to leave things alone;
These plums and these pears
No naughty boy shares,
Who meddles with fruit not his own."
Going to School.
GOOD children, when they're sent to school,
Will never loiter on the way :
With them this is a constant rule,
And not to stop to stare and play.
They never speak to any one
Who talks when he should mind his task,
For dunces frequently have on
A very black and frightful mask.
But when they've been at school all day,
Their tasks and lessons finished: then
Their friends will give them leave to play,
When they return from school again.
THE cat's at the window, and Shock's at the
The pussy-cat mews, and the little dog
For see, such a sight as I ne'er saw before,
A boy with a cage full of linuets and larks,
And pussy the way how .to catch them is
To kill them, and spoil all their singing,
poor things 1
For singing to them is like little boys'
But fear makes them chirrup and flutter
Do not fear, pretty birds! for puss shall not
Go, go, naughty pussy! away out of sight.
With crumbs of good bread, pretty birds!
we will treat you,
And give you fresh water both morning
WHO was it that I lately heard,
Repeating an improper word P
I do not like to tell his name,
Because he is so much to blame.
Go, naughty child and hide your face,
I grieve to see you in disgrace I
Go, you have forfeited to-day
All right at trap-and-ball to play.
At dinner-time there is no place
For boys who merit deep disgrace;
Such naughty boys I can't permit
With children who are good to sit.
And when at night you go to bed
The third commandment shall be read;
For there we find how very wrong
It is to have a faulty tongue.
The Cruel Boy.
JACK PARKER was a cruel boy,
For mischief was his sole employ;
And much it grieved his friends to find
His thoughts so wickedly inclined.
He thought it clever to deceive,
And often ramble without leave;
And every animal he met
He dearly loved to plague and fret.
But all such boys, unless they mend,
May come to an unhappy end,
Like Jack, who got a fractured skull,
Whilst bellowing at a furious bull.
As Sally sat upon the ground,
A little crawling worm she found
Among the garden dirt;
And when she saw the worm she scream'd,
And ran away and cried, and seem'd
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 learn,
She bade her daughter back return,
To see the worm again.
The worm they found kept writhing round,
Until it sank beneath the ground;
And Sally learned that day,
That worms are very harmless things,
With neither teeth, nor claws, nor stings,
To frighten her away.
The Good Girl.
Miss LYDIA BANKS, though very young,
Will never do what's rude or wrong;
When spoken to, she always tries
To give the most polite replies.
Observing what at school she's taught,
She' turns her toes as children ought;
And when returned at night from school,
She never lolls on chair or stool.
Some children, when they write, we know,
Their ink about them heedless throw;
But she, though young, has learned to think
That clothes look spoil'd with spots of ink.
Perhaps some little girl may ask,
If Lydia always learns her task;
With pleasure I can answer this,
Because with truth I answer, "Yes."
Susan and4 Patty.
"OH 1 siter Susan.1 9ome,Ipray come,
And aeelhow I have cut my thumb,"
Cried little Patty Green.
"It bleeds! it bleeds what shall I do ?
This knife has cut my finger too;
How naughty I have been I
My mother only yesterday,
I know, desired md not to play
With knives so sharp and keen.
Oh dear oh dear! what shall I do?
My father will be angry too:
I dare not now 'be seen! "
Miss Susan said, "I tell you what
We both will do, my dearest Pat;
I'll fetch a little salt,
And tie this piece of riband round;
And when we've.covered up the wound,
Pray tell mamma the fault."
Susan and Patty.
"I THINK she'll not be angry much,
If you will promise not to touch
.The things she has forbid."
Miss Patty thought her sister right,
And crept into her mother's sight,
Expecting to be chid:
But when her mother heard her say,
" Dear mother, do forgive me, pray,
I'll not touch knives again;"
She kiss'd her darling girls, and put
A little plaster on each out,
Which soon relieved the pain.
Miss BELL was almost six years old,
A shame to tell, indeed !
But when the real truth is told,
She scarce could spell or read.
She went to school and tore her book,
But never tried to learn,
Sometimes at pictures she would look,
And turn the leaves, and turn.
Her needles and her thread she lost,
And often was without;
For though she knew how much they cost,
She left them all about.
But very much she was disgraced,
Deservedly, at school;
She wore an ugly mask, while placed
Upon the dunce's stool.
AT church last Sunday afternoon
There was a naughty boy;
Who talk'd and played,
And noises made,
And would go home too soon,
And made pretence to cry.
His sister, whom he sadly teased,
Was forced to take him out,
And kindly said,
My dearest Ned,
Papa will be displeased
To hear of this, no doubt.
"But I will promise not to tell
This time if you'll be good,
And sit quite still."
Ned said, "I will;"
And Ned has since behaved as well
As little children should.
Miss AGNEs had two or three dolls, and a box,
To hold all her bonnets and tippets and frocks;
In a red leather threadcase that snapp'd
when it shut,
She had needles to sew with, and scissors to cut;
But Agnes liked better to play with rude boys,
Than work with her needle or playwith her toys
Young ladies should always appear neat and
Yet Agnes was seldom dress'd fit to be seen.
I saw her one morning attempting to throw
A very large stone, when it fell on her toe:
The boys who were present, and saw what
Set.up a loud laugh, and theycall'd it fine fun.
But I took her home, and the doctor soon came,
And Agnes, I fear, will a long time be lame;
And from morning till night she laments
That now when she walks she must lean on
And she told her dear father, a thousand
That she never will play with rude boys
The Greedy Boy.
SAMMY SMITH would drink and eat
From morning until night;
He filled his mouth so full of meat,
It was a shameful sight.
Sometimes he gave a book or toy,
For apple, cake or plum;
And grudged if any other boy
Should taste a single crumb.
Indeed he ate and drank so fast,
And used to stuff and cram,
The name they called him by at last
Was often Greedy Sam.
"MAMMA, shall wevisitMissHammond to-day?"
As seated at breakfast, exclaim'd little Ann:
" The morning is fine, and the sun's very bright,
And I hope you will go, dear mamma, if you can;
For I've felt so much pleasure to think of the play
I shall have at her house all the time that we stay,
ThatI've scarcelybeen able to sleep all the night."
So earnest was Ann in her wish to go out,
Thatwhen she was silent her looks seem'd to ask,
And to coax her mamma, when she climb'd on
And kiss'd her and promised to learn all hertask.
Theywent, andMissAnnwas delighted, no doubt,
Till she found Mr. Hammond confined by the
And his daughter from home that she wanted
Now homeward returning, Ann said, with a sigh,
" Mamma, how unlucky our visit to-day!
I expected such pleasure to meet with Annette;
She is always so kind and good-humour'd at play,
And I'm so disappointed, I'm ready to cry."
Her mamma made a soothing and tender reply;
And taught her to bear what's in vain to regret.
Miss Lucy Wright, though not so tall,
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 Dr. Heath;
But Sophy made a dreadful rout,
And would not have her's taken out;
But Lucy Wright endured the pain,
Nor did she ever once complain;
Her teeth returned quite sound and white,
While Sophy's ached both day and night.
Look at your Copy.
WHEN Frances goes to school to write,
I find with great concern,
She never takes the least delight,
To really strive to learn.
Some lines she makes by much too short,
And some she makes too long;
The copy's seldom where it ought,
Which makes her write quite wrong.
Such negligence I always see
With very great concern;
And think what pleasure there would be
To see her daily learn !
Envy, a Fable.
A PARROT that lived at a gentleman's house
Could chatter, and sometimes lie still as a
He was hung atthe door in a cage thatwas gay,
And treated with plenty one fine sunny day
When the cat, through mere envy, was thus
heard to say:-
"Pray,sir,do you live on these excellent things
Because you're a bird and have feathers and
If a cat is in want of a dinner that's nice,
She must huntinthe garret or cellar for mice."
The parrot observing the cat in a rage,
Said, "Pray, Mrs. Puss, are you fond of a cage?
Should you like to be kept in a prison like me,
And never permitted your neighbours to see?
Deprived of all means of assisting yourself,
Tho'numberless dainties in sightontheshelf?
Should you like tobe fedat thewillof a master,
And die of neglect, or some cruel disaster ?
You cannot believe it more happy to be
A parrot engaged, than a cat and quite free."
The cat was convinced that this reasoning
And,ashamed of her envy, in silencewithdrew.
WHEN Sarah's papa was from home a great
She attempted to write him a letter one day,
First ruling the paper, an excellent plan,
In all proper order Miss Sarah began.
She said she lamented sincerely to tell,
That her dearest mamma had been very un-
That the story was long, but that when he
He would hear of the shocking behaviour
Though an error or two we by chance may
It was better than treating papa withneglect;
For Sarah, when older, we know will learn
And write single I with a capital letter.
As Dick and Bryan were at play
At trap, it came to pass,
Dick struck the ball so far away,
He broke a pane of glass.
Though much alarm'd they did not run,
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 I this rely on,
All honest, honourable boys
WVill act like Dick and Bryan.
OH dear I must wear my red slippers to-day;
And where are my gloves and my parasol,
I'm always delighted when Friday is come,
For I like dancing better than staying at
But my mother says dancing was never de-
To be to positions and stepping confin'd:
But dancing should teach us, in every place,
When standing or walking to do it with
The Sensitive Figure.
"DEAR uncle," whispered William Brown,
"Pray will you give me half-a-crown ?
Ive seen a very curious toy,
i want to buy.
"Charles Mansfield laid it on his hand,
And, seemingly, at his command
It moved as though his voice were known,
And tumbled down."
His uncle said, "To gain this prize,
You first must do your exercise:
When that's correct, you then shall buy
This curious toy."
HAi IA I
" PAPA," said Eugene, "is a daisy a book ?
I thought it was only a flower;
Just now I ran down in the meadow, and look,
I have found one all wet with a shower.
"A book would be spoil'd, you know, left
in the rain;
And could not be read for the dirt;
But a daisy all .day in the wet may remain,
Without in the least being hurt."
"You are right," said Papa, with a smile,
"But you'll find
The Daisy a book, my boy, too,
Containing short tales for the juvenile mind,
And adapted. for children like you:
"And called as it is by so humble a name,
This hint indirectly conveys-
Like the flow'ret it spreads, unambitious of
Nor intrudes upon critical gaze,"
THE currants were ripe, and the gooseberries
And very few strawberries left on their bed;
Sweet blossoms and buds were beginning to
And some were decaying and changing to
When Charlotte and George in the garden
To walk hand in hand where the gravel was
How pleasing to see them good-humoured
Their cheeks had the bloom of the rose or
When a butterfly roving, that George
chanced to see,
Madethese happy childrenat length disagree:
For he, quite delighted, did all in his power,
To catch it when perch'd on a beautiful flower;
And Charlotte, his sister, was angry at that,
And stopped little George, and ran off with
To theirmother at last in the parlour theyran,
And, noisily speaking together, began,
" George shan't catch the butterfly, I'm sure
" I will catch the butterfly: give me my hat 1I'
"Such quarrelsome children," the mother
" I find it much better all day to divide;
Go stand in that corner; and, George, do
In another; and each hold a rod in your
Though both had been naughty, 'tis proper
They did not their mother's commands dis-
They went to their corners, and own'd be-
For brother and sister to quarrel is wrong.
To Thee, Almighty God, I raise
My heart and voice in prayer and praise ;
I ask of Thee, in humble prayer,
That Thou wilt keep me in Thy care.
I beg for grace, that I may shun
All Thou forbiddest to be done;
And ever doing what is right,
Be blest in Thy protecting sight.
Almighty Lord 1 0 let me prove
My adoration and my love,
By walking in Thy holy way,
For evermore, 0 Lord, I pray I
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