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 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Sugar and spice
 The little bootmaker
 The little gardener
 The little cooks
 The young sportsman
 The little dauber
 The busy bees
 The little soldiers
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Title: Sugar and spice comical tales comically dressed
Physical Description: 1 v. (various pagings) : col. ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Johnson, James
Dean & Son ( Publisher )
Emrik & Binger ( Lithographer )
Publisher: Dean & Son
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [1878?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wit and humor, Juvenile   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1878   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1878   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1878
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: by James Johnson.
General Note: Illustrations lithographed by Emrik & Binger.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Sugar and spice
        Page A 1
        Page A 2
        Page A 3
    The little bootmaker
        Page B 1
        Page B 2
        Page B 3
        Page B 4
    The little gardener
        Page C 1
        Page C 2
        Page C 3
        Page C 4
        Page C 5
    The little cooks
        Page D 1
        Page D 2
        Page D 3
        Page D 4
        Page D 5
    The young sportsman
        Page E 1
        Page E 2
        Page E 3
        Page E 4
        Page E 5
    The little dauber
        Page F 1
        Page F 2
        Page F 2a
        Page F 3
        Page F 4
    The busy bees
        Page G 1
        Page G 2
        Page G 2a
        Page G 3
        Page G 4
        Page G 5
    The little soldiers
        Page H 1
        Page H 2
        Page H 3
        Page H 4
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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Comical Tales Comically Dressed.




A knock at the door!


OUR dear children gave a party,
Not one grown person there;
And the laughter, it was hearty,
Without a servant's care.

"One must," said they, "a servant be,"
And quick they cried, "one should."
So they cast lots, did that par-ty:
The lot fell on T. Good.

They rang the bell, he never came;
They called, he would not hear;
They stamped, but it was all the same,
T. Good would not appear.

They coaxed him in with marmalade,
To take a letter out.
He said that he was scarcely made
"To post and run about! "

A visitor more.

Said he, I've seen rich people do
Kind acts for servants' good;
But seldom have I known, its true,
Them act as e'er they should!

"That is, you know, quite to a T,
And sure as eggs are eggs,
Men-servants in a family,
Care mostly for their legs !"

Oh! Tommy was quite rated high
By all the children fair.
He pardon begged, and quick did fly
To run both here and there.

Now mind and do as you are bid,
Or you'll come in for blame;
And never let your joy be hid
Beneath some passing shame.


Knock, knock, knock! paste, paste, faste!


OUNG FRANKY'S boots were sent to
be mended. The girl came back
and said they would not be done
for a week; the cobbler was so busy.
Annie, of the same family, who knew
nothing of this, sent hers, and said they
must be done by the next day.
The cobbler said if they brought him
two pairs again to do at once, he'd knock
their heads together with his lasts, and
then give them a good "welting." He was

Use wax, and thread, and awl each day

the only cobbler in the village, or he would
not have been so independent.
Franky had often watched the boot-
maker at his work; so he coaxed his
father to let him have some money to buy
tools and leather, in order that he and
his sisters might play at making boots
and shoes.
He set to work, and they had such fun!
Annie came and asked young master
Gobbler what time it was; and Franky
pretended to hit her on the head with a
last, and said it had "just struck one."
Then he measured her, and cut out his
vamps, sides, linings, welts, soles, and
heels. Next he made a soft-like sock of
leather. This he turned inside out, and
did his best to sew on a welt.
The boot was turned out right again,

Wzile there's light to work we'll kaste,

and then he sewed on a thin sole, and
over this nailed another. The heel he
formed by fastening little bits of leather
one upon the other.
After all this, he took a piece of com-
mon glass, and scraped the sides and
bottoms of the soles, and heel-balled
the sides of the soles and heels, and the
boots were made. He did not try any
other ornamental work. Of course the
young lad could not do this without the
help of a cobbler, to shew him what
and how to do each portion of his boot-
making; but the man was frightened at
having so apt a pupil, and begged pardon
for his former neglect; for though they
were not all they might have been; they
were boots.
"I see," said he, "if some people

For health and time soon pass away.

neglect their work, there are sure to be
others about who will soon leave them
no business to do."
After this, he would sit for quite half a
day at his work without going round to
the "Cobbler's Arms." Some people
said it was the wax that got on his seat
that made him do it; but I do not think
it was.

A flower lives, a flower dies,


HERE was no nicer garden in all
Surrey than Mr. Woffle's. A
funny name you'll say, but he
couldn't help that. One day he came
home, and after first kissing his three
children, who were all fairly good ones-
you know what I mean, neither better nor
worse than most little-children you and I
know-said, the governess, before he went
to business, had mentioned that they had
6f late attended to their lessons, and he
should be pleased to grant them anything

And we so stand andfall;

in reason. They all blushed,-Eva, a
soldier's coat colour! James, a light red!
and Edwin, a rose-lozenge hue! The fact
was, they had all been saying how they
should like to gather some flowers and
have a game at playing at lady and gen-
tleman and gardener.
They spoke right out and told their
father what was in their minds.
He said By all means, my dears."
Tom became gardener. You can guess
who were the others. A very gentlemanly
one he was, too. Full of nice bows and
smiles. As for Eva, she looked quite the
grown lady, and acted so well, that when
she put her hand in her pocket for her
purse, Edwin was quite surprised to find
that only threepenny and fourpenny pieces
came out of it.

Some flowers waft scent to the skies,

"Now what sort of bouquets would
your ladyship like me to cut?" asked Tom,
holding up a very pretty rose before his
"I have consulted his lordship, here,"
answered, Eva, very grandly, "and I'll
have ten dozen in five minutes, like this
one in my hand !"
I'm pleased, your ladyship," said Tom,
respectfully, "that you give me plenty of
time to execute so large an order, or I
might not have been able to have come up
with them to time !"
"Oh! great people are- never in a
hurry," quietly remarked Edwin.
Tom cut all the flowers he knew could
be spared from the greenhouse, and her
ladyship and his lordship took them and
gave them to a poor girl whose sick

A ndpleasure give to all.

mother wanted some little pleasure; and
the girl sold the flowers for gentlemen's
When Mr. Woffles heard all about it,
he was very pleased, and kissed the little
Woffles all round. Wasn't it a nice game
for rich children to play at; to do good
to poor ones ?

When childrenZ try tkeir best o please,


VERYBODY who knew Frank Green,
liked him. He was always
trying to do something to make
those around him comfortable. His
brothers, George and Edwin, were nice
little fellows enough; but Franky, as
people loved to call him, was the favourite.
And he was generally so careful in all he
undertook, that his parents let him do
nearly everything in reason he desired.
So, one fine morning, when his mother
and father were about to start for the
Crystal Palace, Frank, who had been sit-
ting on his thumbs and thinking very

It makes them good and kind,

deeply, jumped up all of a sudden and
said, (he tried to speak in an off-hand
manner); I suppose you couldn't say to
a minute, could you, when you'll be
back ?"
Father laughed, and mother turned
aside her head for an instant.
"And mother's laughing, too," cried
little Edwin. You can see him; but I'd
better introduce them.
ist-Frank: right hand, near oven.
2nd-George: holding bird.
3rd-Edwin: bearing tray and cover.
Now we can go on.
"I know mother's laughing," said
Edwin, because the back of her neck's
red !"
Mother kissed him, and said she'd be
back at five o'clock, exactly; and father

And gives to those they love some ease,

shook the boys by the hand, and said he'd
be home at five, too.
The moment they were gone, Frank
beckoned his brothers to him, and said in
Let's ask the cook to give us leave,
and then treat mother and father to a jolly
good dinner, and cook it ourselves!"
George clapped his hands with delight,
and Edwin danced for a moment or two
quite on his own account.
Let's have some shrimps and marma-
lade," said he, about to run out of the
Frank and George laughed at him and
told him he might buy some shrimps for a
sauce and the marmalade would do for the
pastry. They went to work, and Frank
gave his orders quite like a grand cook.

And ev'ry comfortJfind.

He tried the cookery book, but, boy as he
was, he threw it away in disgust. For,"
said he, "if you live in one town, you'd
have to send to another to get all the
things named in it." They had two nice
birds and a joint, and many other things.
When their parents came home, and
saw the table laid out with what the
children had paid for out of their pocket
money, they were very pleased; and,
mind, I won't be sure; but I don't think
the boys lost anything by their generosity.
One thing I must tell, you as a secret-
Edwin nearly shed a tear when he found
he had eaten so much of the meat, which
his money had bought, that he couldn't
find room for his marmalade-tart.

A hare runs away,


ENRY DOWNING'S father was a
gamekeeper; so you will not
be surprised to hear that he
was very fond of playing at hunting and
His dearest friend was little Minnie
Warren. He ran up to her one fine
September day, and said, "Oh! Minnie,
father has been so kind; he has given
me a hare, and after you and I have

And little boys play;

had a game at hunting it, I'm to give
it to you, and you're to give it to your
mother to jug. There! what say you to
that ?"
Minnie was pleased.
It was fun to see how they made
Minnie tied, oh! such a long string
to the hare's hind legs, and walked off
a good way; and just as Henry cocked
his gun and pretended to fire, she gave
the string a pull, and off she ran, Henry
after her.
They played at this till they were
quite tired, and then our little friend
at last made a pretence of shooting very

And girls they have skippers,

carefully; and then Minnie quite gravely
let him come and pick Miss Hare up.
"Now," said Henry, "walk home
first and stand at the door with your
arms crossed, and look quite seriously
at me when I come up and give it to
you. My gun will be in my left hand,
and the hare in the other; so I shan't
be able to take my hat off; but I'll
bow twice, and make it up that way."
He gave it to her; and Mrs. Warren
was pleased when her daughter handed
her Henry's gift.
You may be sure he was asked to
dine with them when it was cooked.
Minnie said the hare turned out ten-

While maidens work slippers.

der, on purpose; and Henry added he
believed he enjoyed the game.
Mrs. Warren said it was the knocking
about that made it so soft. But it
came out all right, jugged; and with
the black currant jelly it was really,-
but there! I dare say you know what
it was.

Lazy people think they 're clever,


SR. FRAMPTON was a fashionable
portrait painter; and, one day
when he was out with his wife,
young Richard, his son, who was quite a
spoiled boy, fetched in some of his little
acquaintances-two young gentlemen and
one lady.
"Now," said he, trying to look wise,
" Miss Fanny, just stand with flowers in
your hand while I paint you like a grand
lady; and one of you quiz the work as it
goes on, and the other pretend to be in
raptures with the portrait."

So won't work like common folk;

"Will you write her name under it,
when it's done ?" asked Bobby Butt, who
was always ready with his fun.
No," answered Richard, laughingly;
" I shall make it a speaking likeness."
"Well, I'm glad of that," returned the
lady; "for I shouldn't like to be taken
with my mouth shut."
So they went to work.
Richard looked at the lady very sharp,
particularly with his right eye,-you can
see him; and Bob took a penny out of
his pocket and held it in front of him as
if it were an eye-glass; and Frank put his
right leg out, and bent forward and said
every now and then, To a T!" "Charm-
ing!" "Nature improved!" and other
such flatteries.
It was very well to say all this; but the

But in life they'll/prosper never,

truth must be told: when Richard had
painted the lady's head and neck, he had
no more room on the canvas; and what
was done was so ugly, that the subject
threw her bouquet at it. Then Richard
sent it back again, at which she boxed
his ears.
"It certainly is like nothing in the
world," said Bob, putting his hands be-
fore his eyes as he looked at the smudges.
"Of course not," retorted Richard;
"it's in the high school of art, and is not
therefore meant to be natural!"
Oh! that alters the case," said Frank.
After a bit they began to throw the things
about, and a terrible mess and rout they
When they were quite tired, Richard
said, Now I'll show you all my toys!"

If all's true that I've heard spoke.

and he was about to go out of the studio
to fetch them,-
Stay where you are!" cried his father,
slyly entering. You have been spoiling
my things, and romping where you have
no business; I must set you a task as a
punishment, and your friends must go
home at once."
All the boys turned red enough with-
out being painted; and Richard's father
said, quite sternly, Next time, before
you, children, play with, and destroy pro-
perty, just ask yourselves how you would
like your playthings meddled with and
broken ?"

Oh Boys and Girls can useful rove,


B ITTLE BOB he fetched a board,
IAnd then began to saw,
And Mary Jane said she'd afford
Him help to do much more,
While he used his-saw! saw!

Young Dick he held his mallet high,
And struck the wedge quite bold,
Until it made the wood quick fly
Like feathers with no hold,
Blown by the wind quite-cold!
cold! cold!

If they will only try;

And John and James sawed up and
John sawed up; James sawed low;
The birds they flew all o'er the town
To tell the folks these things were so,
As if they did know! know!

They made some boxes, tops, and hoops,
They fashioned bowls and chairs,
They sold a thousand million scoops,
And seven hundred stairs;
And this Bob-declares! declares!

Eleven hundred sticks they cut,
And all of them good size;

And smile andcwork in some slight groove,

With a five mile long water-butt,
"In which to float," Tom cries,
And "Time," they said-" flies!
flies! flies!"

Oh! work and play are very good,
Work number one, you know;
Play number two has ever stood
The best in this world's show
And it should be-so! so! so!

Hence these young children played at
And thus learnt to work well,
And now their duties they ne'er shirk,
Which is all I've to tell,
And you to-spell! spell! spell!

As well as play or cry.

Or, maybe, read and then to write,
Until you know it through;
Which will to you give great delight,
And mem'ry strengthen too,
As you ought to-do! do! do!

And, who knows, one day you may give
Some stories to the young,
To make your name through ages live
And loud your praises sung.
Keep your life. well strung!
strung! strung!

' Tissaid' Thzathewzho fgits andruns away


handsome, rich little fellows; but
very fast and fond of imitating.
Indeed, they were more like little men
than young boys. And as their parents
gave them plenty of pocket-money, they
did many things that otherwise they would
not have done. Added to this, they were
spoiled by their father. You see, it's
generally 'mother' who does this; so for
a wonder we'll have a change.
Well, one day the two boys went to the
family tailor, and Robert said, very big,
"Haw! measure us for two suits of

Is sure to ive tofgit another day ;'

military clothes, officers' ones, haw! and
see that you send home with them at the
same time-swords, muskets, canes, sentry
box, tents, and all, haw! necessary things
for playing at soldiers !"
Now, don't let it slip out of your mind
that a bit before this, the boys' rich uncle
had bought them some beautiful sets of
boxes of soldiers.
When the clothes and other things
came home, these young fellows, followed
by the dog, which they called their
army, dressed themselves, cleverly set up
their tents, and went to work in good
earnest. Billy, the dog, sniffed at the
butt of the musket to make quite sure
that it was not loaded. Robert put his
glass to his right eye, and having posted
Henry as a sentry, began to officer over

But better to lear keep of ev'ry brawl,

him, commanding him rather more than
his brother liked.
It's not a nice thing to see a soldier
cry; but if you look at Harry, you will
find that he feels hurt very much.
"Haw! hem! sir!" roared Robert,
"with, haw! the help of my glass I see,
haw! a speck of rust on one of your
buttons, haw! as big as the tip of a fly's
eyelash !"
The dog at this set up a howl. The
howl called their mother's attention to the
garden, and then she saw them. With a
funny smile she took all their toy soldiers
and walked to her children.
Haw! Pre sent, Fire!" cried Bob.
Certainly," said his mother; and
almost before they knew what she was
about, all the soldiers were set out, just

And then you'll never have to fght-at all.

like two armies, and Mrs. Graham called
the gardener to lay a train of gunpowder,
and called--mimicking Robert-"Pre-
sent, Fire !" and set fire to it, and there
was heard a tremendous "pop," followed
by a "puff," and then; no there wasn't a
bit of one of all those soldiers and horses
left large enough to make a match of.
The boys began to cry.
Now," said their mother, "others,
you see, can play at soldiers. What right
had you to go to the tailor and order
clothes of him! neither I nor your father
gave you permission; I have a great mind
to make you go to school in those soldiers'
suits; and nice fun your play fellows
would make of you !"

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