Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 The death and burial of Cock...
 Nursery rhymes
 The story of the three bears
 The history of Tom Thumb
 Back Cover

Group Title: Tom Thumb
Title: The nursery picture book
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00004570/00002
 Material Information
Title: The nursery picture book comprising, 1. The history of Tom Thumb, 2. Story of the three bears, 3. The death and burial of Cock Robin, 4. Great A, little a, bouncing B
Uniform Title: Tom Thumb
Goldilocks and the three bears
Cock Robin
Alternate Title: Nelson's oil colour picture book for the nursery
Great A, little a, bouncing B
Physical Description: 1 v. (various pagings) : col. ill. ; 28 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Publisher: T. Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
Edinburgh ;
New York
Publication Date: 1867
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1867   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1867   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1867   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1867
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance)   ( rbprov )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: with twenty-four pages of illustrations, printed in oil colours.
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00004570
Volume ID: VID00002
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: notis - ALG4562
oclc - 41203291
alephbibnum - 002224301

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Title Page
        Title Page
    The death and burial of Cock Robin
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Nursery rhymes
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The story of the three bears
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    The history of Tom Thumb
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Back Cover
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
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\ iHO killed Cock Robin ?
S I, said the Sparrow,
SWith my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
There is the Sparrow who sent forth the arrow.

Who saw him die?
I did, said the Fly,
With my little eye,
I saw him die.
There is the Fly who saw Robin die.

SHO caught his blood ?
I did, said the Fish,
In my little dish,
I caught his blood,
There is the Fish that held the dish.

Who'll make his shroud ?
I, said the Beetle,
Can bring thread and needle,
So I'll make his shroud.
There is the Beetle, with thread and needle.


\ HO'LL dig his grave ?
I will, said the Owl,
With my spade and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.
There is the Owl with his spade and shovel.

Who will be Parson ?
I will, said the Rook,
I have a book,
So I will be Parson.
There is the Rook holding a book.

1 HO will be Clerk ?
^ I will, said the Lark,
I can sing in the dark,
So I will be Clerk.
There is the Lark acting as Clerk.

Who'll carry him to the grave ?
I will, said the Kite,
I can come out at night,
So I'll carry him to the grave.
There is the Kite just taking flight.

IHO'LL bear the torch ?
S I, said the Linnet,
Can fetch it in a minute,
So I'll bear the torch.
There is the Linnet; the torch has fire in it.

Who'll be chief mourner ?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love,
So I'll be chief mourner.
There is the Dove who mourned for her love.

\ IHO'LL come and sing ?
$ 1, said the Thrush,
If others will hush,
I'll come and sing.
There is the Thrush; he is just saying, Hush!

Who'll toll the bell,
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell.
There is the Bull,-see how he can pull!

All the birds of the air fell to sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell tolling for poor Cock Robin.


MEAT A, with feather gay;
.Little a, in grand array;
dBouncing B, with a letter you see.
The cat's in the cupboard
And can't see me;
She is lapping the milk,
And pleased is she;
But here comes cook
With angry look.
Great A, little a, bouncing B,
Open the cupboard
And set Puss free.

Great A, little a,
Bouncing B,
The cat's in the cupboard
And can't see me.



-.ITTLE boy, in your frock of blue,
Get up quickly, blow your horn;
Wp\hat will master think of you?
The cow has gone amongst the corn

The sheep are in the meadow still,-
There I fear they will not keep;
They'll be off, I'm sure they will,
When they see you are fast asleep.

Jump up, and blow to call the cow,
Quickly from the corn she'll run;
Blow your horn, I'll say bow-wow,
And we'll both sleep when work is done.

Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn:
Where is the little boy minding the sheep?
Under the haycock fast asleep.



Tit is the short for Titus-
Your tongue shall be slit;
That will delight us;
And all the dogs in the town,
Black, white, tan, and brown,
Shall have a bit.
And Tell-tale Tit,
Like naughty Titus Oates of old,
Shall rue the tales that he has told.

Tell-tale tit,
Your tongue shall be slit;
All the dogs in the town
Shall have a bit.


T IDE a cock-horse, over the gorse,
Away through the moss
1 To Banbury Cross
To see an old woman ride on a white horse.
The old woman makes
Nice Banbury cakes,
And all that she bakes
To the town she takes;
She never lingers, as all the world knows;
She has rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.


Ride a cock-horse
To Banbury Cross
To see an old woman ride on a white horse,
With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.



JICK, Harry, and Tommy declare
A pig flew up in the air,
S His owner, Bob Brown,
By the leg pulled him down,
And it made all the little pigs stare.

I don't think the story is true;
But tell me now, what say you;
Of course you'll deny
That Brown's pig can fly;
There's the picture, so what shall we do ?

Why, laugh at the picture, and say
"As pigs at flying can play;
When Piggie is down,
His owner, Bob Brown,
Must take care that down Piggie shall stay.

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Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air,
The man in brown
Soon brought him down,
Dickery, dickery, dare.


LOW, brow, brinkie-
Too brinkie by half.
1 Eye, eye, winkie-
How it makes us laugh!
Nose, nose, nopper,
The colour of copper.
Mouth, mouth, merry,
And spacious, say I.
Cheek, cheek, cherry,
But not cherry pie.
Chin, chin, chopper,
First try to stop her.
Which one do you mean ?
Why, the one in green.
I shall not be loth
If you stop them both.

Brow, brow, brinkie;
Eye, eye, winkie;
Nose, nose, nopper;
Mouth, mouth, merry;
Cheek, cheek, cherry;
Chin, chin, chopper.
_____________ __ ______


6ilIIERE were once three bears, who lived in a wood,
Their porridge was thick, and their chairs and beds good;
The biggest bear, Bruin, was surly and rough,
His wife, Mrs. Bruin, was called Mammy Muff.
Their son, Tiny-cub, was like Dame Goose's lad,
He was not very good, nor yet very bad.
Now Bruin the biggest-the surly old bear-
Had a great granite bowl, and a cast-iron chair;
Mammy Muff's bowl and chair you would no doubt prefer,
They were both made of brick-bats, but both suited her;
Young Tiny-cub's bowl, chair, and bed were the best,
This, big bears and baby bears freely confessed.
Mr. B-, with his wife and his son, went one day
To take a short stroll, and a visit to pay,
He left the door open, For," said he, no doubt
If our friend should call in, he will find us all out"

r was only two miles from dark Iazel-nut Wood,
In which the great house of the three Bruins stood,
That there lived a young miss, daring, funny, and fair,
And from having bright curls, she was called Goldenhair;
She had roamed through the wood to see what she could see,
And she saw going walking the Bruins all three.
Said she to herself, "To rob bears is no sin,
The three bears have gone out, so I think I'll go in."
She entered their parlour, and she saw a great bowl,
And in it a spoon like a hair-cutter's pole.
" That porridge," said she, may stay long enough there,
It tastes like the food of the surly old bear."
She tried Mammy Muff's, and she said, Mrs. B-,
I think your taste and my taste will never agree."
Then she tried Tiny-cub's bowl and said, This is nice,
I will put in some salt, and of bread a thick slice."

IE porridge she eat soon made her so great,
'The chair that she sat on broke down with her weight,
The bottom fell out and she cried in dismay,
"This is Tiny-cub's chair, and oh, what will he say ?
His papa is, I know, the most savage of bears,
His mamma is a fury, but for her who cares ?
I'm sure I do not, and then, as for her son,
That young bear, Tiny-cub, from him shall I run ?
No, not I indeed, but I will not sit here,
I shall next break thefloorthrough, that'swhat I most fear;"
So up stairs she ran, and there three beds she found,
She looked under each one, and she looked all around,
But no one she saw, so she got into bed;
It was surly old Bruin's, and well stuffed with lead;
Mammy Muff's nextshe tried, it was stuffed with round stones,
So she got into Tiny-cub's and rested her bones.

OLDENHAIR was asleep when the three bears came in.
Said Big Bruin, I'm hungry-to eat let's begin-
WHO HAS BEEN TO MY PORRIDGE?" heroaredwith such might,
His voice was like wind down the chimney at night.
WHO HAS BEEN TO MY PORRIDGE?" growled out Mrs. B-.
Her voice was like cats fighting up in a tree.
Young Tiny-cub said in a voice very small.
In a voice like a thunder-storm roared the big bear.
Growled out Mammy Muff like a sow in despair.
Young Tiny-cub said, and so fierce was his frown,
That his mother with pride to his father said, There!
See our pet Tiny-cub can look just like a bear."

0 roaring, and growling, and frowning, the bears,
One after the other, came running up stairs.
WHO IAS BEEN UPON MY BED?" old Bruin roared out,
In a voice just like rain down a large water-spout.
WHO HAS BEEN UPON MY BED?" growled out Mammy Muff,
In a voice like her husband's, but not quite so rough.
WHO IS LYING ON MY BED?" said young Tiny-cub,
In a voice like hot water poured into a tub.
And Tiny-cub's breath was so hot as he spoke,
That Goldenhair dreamt of hot water, and woke-
She opened her eyes, and she saw the three bears,
And said, Let me go, please, I'll soon run down stairs."
But big Bruin was angry, and shouted out, No!
You had no right to come hither, and now you shan't go;
What we mean to do with you, ere long you shall find,
You can lie there and cry till I make up my mind."

I0() Mammy and Tiny then did big Bruin roar,
Go and block up the chimney and nail up the door;
This Goldenhair now has got into a scrape,
And if I can help it, she shall not escape."
But Goldenhair saw that a window was there,
(It was always kept open to let in fresh air),
So she jumped out of bed-to the window she ran,
Saying, "Three bears, good-bye! Catch me nowif you can'"
To the window the bears ran as fast as they could,
But Goldenhair flew like the wind through the wood;
She said the bears' breath had filled her with steam,
But when she grew older she said 'twas a dream,
And no doubt she was right to take such a view;
Still, some part of the story is certainly true,
For unto this day there is no one who dares,
To say that there never existed THREE BEARS.


jN the days when the good old King Arthur was able
To feast knights each day at his famous Round Table,
T- There lived in a cottage-it matters not where,
Indeed I don't know, and I'm sure you don't care-
A thrifty young farmer; and he and his wife
Knew little of trouble, and nothing of strife.
It happened one day that the lady felt sad,
And she cried, Oh, I wish that a bnby I had! "
Have your wish then!" a voice from her pocket replied.
Up went both her hands and her eyes opened wide,
And out of her pocket a fairy arose,
In what shape or form there is no one who knows,
But just as her handkerchief fell to the ground,
She heard in her pocket another strange sound-
Mamma! dear mamma !-see-see-I have come,
Just the length and the thickness of dear papa's thumb!"
Mamma said, How charming! now we are so blest;
But child, you'll take cold, you have come quite undrest.


From those pea pods the stuff for a coat you can choose,
Two pips of this apple will make you nice shoes,
And if a good boy you will promise to be,
Knickerbockers I'll scrape from that carrot, you see.
Just then to the cottage the fairy queen came,
And said to the lady, "Your boy I will name."
She waived her white wand and said, "Boy, hither come,
Henceforth and for ever your name is TOM THUMB."
" Oh, what a nice name! his fond mother said,
"I am glad he is named-he can now go to bed.
With a bean pod, a very snug crib we can make,
And for curtains, the skins of two cherries I'll take."
So Tom Thumb went to bed without crying, each night,
And got up by a ladder as soon as 'twas light.
Tom went with his mother to see a dun cow,
The leaf of a thistle he took for a bough;
He sat down upon it, but, shocking to tell,
The cow seized the thistle, and Tom Thumb as well.
To the cow's upper jaw Tom manfully clung;
He kicked her front teeth, and he tickled her tongue.
The cow could not ask him what he was about,
So she opened her mouth and she let him jump out.
To his mother he ran, told his tale, and she soon
Gave him a bath in an old silver spoon.


How to play games with cherry-stones Tommy soon knew,
For the longer he lived the more cunning he grew;
But Tom was dishonest, I'm sorry to say,
For he stole cherry-stones in a curious way,
Into the bags of his playmates he crept,
And there sometimes till morning he quietly slept,
Then helped himself, so that with cherry-stones he
Seemed always provided with plenty to be.
A boy caught him one day in his bag stealing stones,
So he fastened and shook it, not heeding Tom's groans;
Then he let out our hero who felt very sore,
And said that he never would steal any more.
Tom's mother was mixing a .pudding one day;
He fell into the batter, and sprawling he lay,
He was bound in a cloth and put into the pot,
But he soon began kicking,-the water was hot.
" The pudding's bewitched," said his mother, So I
Will give it to Tinker, he is now passing by."
The tinker was pleased, but he soon was afraid,
For Tom in the pudding a dismal noise made.
Said the tinker, Of puddings, this pudding is worst."
And he threw it right over the hedge, where it burst;
Then Tommy ran home, so ill, it is said,
He was h)athed in a tea-cup and put into bed.


Two days after that, Tom was seized by a crow,
Who bore him away to grim Giant Grumbow.
The giant exclaimed, What a queer little fly!
I'll put it in water, and there let it die."
Then into the river poor Tom Thumb was thrown,
And made a siiiall splash like a round pebble stone.
He was seized by a ;il ion who swallowed him whole,
But just then a fisherman named Simon Cole,
Caught the salmon, and sent him without much delay,
To the king, who for alinon would handsomely pay.
The salinon was cut-but it made the cook stare,
For as no doubt you guess our small hero was there.
When King Arthur saw Tom, he was filled with delight,
And he and the Queen kept awake all the night;
But before they did that, the King asked Tom his name,
And of course Tom had read of King Arthur's great fame
So Tom told him his name, and his history also,
And said, I should like to my mother to go."
" Then go," said the King, but, pray, come again soon."
Tom said, I'll be with you to-morrow at noon."
Tom did as he promised, but shocking to tell,
Into hot porridge made for the King, Tommy fell.
A maid took him out, Poor fellow," said she,
I think in a mouse-trap much safer you'll be."


The maid quite forgot about Tom in the trap,
Till the King, having hca ;rd of his awkward mishap,
Sent two or three pages of honour to know
Why Tom Thumb was kept in the kitchen below.
The servants all then were, of course, much afraid,
And went down on their knees, when Jemima the maid
Recollected the trap, and to Tom Thumb she went,
To tell him the message King Arthur had sent,
And begged for her pardon he'd do what he could.
Tom Thumb very kindly replied that he would;
So as soon as before great King Arthur he came,
He said, Pardon the servants, they are not to blame;
And as for Jemima, no maid have I seen
So thoughtful, and civil, and steady, and clean;
Yea, all that she does is so worthy of praise,
That I hope great King Arthur her wages will raise."
The King was so pleased that he could not say No,"
But turned to Earl Marishiall and said, My lord, go,
Tell Jemima the maid she has nothing to fear,
Her wages are raised thirteen shillings a year."
Then the Earl Marshall bowed himself down to the ground
And said, My lord King, there is not to be found
Such a generous monarch throughout all the land,
Most gladly I'll do what you're pleased to command."


Tom Thumb so delighted the King and the Queen,
That wherever they went he was sure to be seen.
In the King's waistcoat-pocket he sometimes would loll,
Sometimes he would lounge in the Queen's parasol;
A ladder he had to get into her lap,
And he sometimes would hide in the bows of her cap.
Once a captain came in, who had on a new coat,
Tom Thumb just to tease him jumped right down his throat.
The captain alarmed, sent for thirty strong men.
By the time they arrived, Tom had jumped back again,
The captain was vexed, but what could he do ?
The King and Queen laughed, he was forced to laugh too.
But he said to Earl Marshall, The next time I come,
I'll keep far enough from that little Tom Thumb."
King Arthur, for fun, made Tom Thumb a knight;
He was armed with a sword, and was taught how to fight,
Instead of a steed, he rode a white mouse,
Who knew all the corners and holes in the house.
One day a great cat came rushing at Tom,
But he told her to go to the place she came from.
She did not move on-Tom thought she would scratch,
Or that perhaps she might fancy his white mouse to catch;
So he drew his good sword, so sharp and so bright,
Puss ran with dismay and half fainted from fright


As the King, and the Queen, and the court slept one day,
The fairy queen Mab came and fetched Tom away.
In the land of the fairies he dwells for some years,
And then once again in Old England appears.
But the times are now changed, and King Arthur is dead,
And Thunstone, another king, reigns in his stead.
Tom went to the palace without much ado,
Hewas shown to King Thunstonewho said," Whoare you?"
Tom bowed to the King, and the Queen his fair bride,
And thus in his musical voice he replied,-
My name is Tom Thumb,
From the fairies I come;
When King Arthur shone,
This court was my own.
In me he delighted,
By him I was knighted;
Did you never hear of
Sir Thomas Thumb ?"
The King said, Sir Thomas, I hope you'll agree
To live here, to play with the Queen and with me."
So Tom went to the palace and lived at his ease,
And tried how the King and the Queen he could please.
A carriage he had, out of orange-peel made;
Six white mice who drew it, his orders obeyed,


And day after day, Tom Thumb might be seen
With his carriage and mice, near the King and the Queen.
But the Queen soon got jealous and said, I declare
Tom Thumb has a carriage as well as a chair,
When I asked for a carriage, I met with reproach,
And was told I must use the old family coach;
I don't know, I'm sure, to what things may come,
If the King spends so much on that little Tom Thumb."
So she went to the King, and her face was quite red.
"Dear! what is the matter ?" the King to her said,
"Oh, I don't like to tell, but I must tell," said she,
"That Tom Thumb behaves, oh, so rudely to me."
The King said, "I thought he was always polite."
Said the Queen, He is civil when you are in sight,
But oh, I so hate him, I wish he were dead."
"To oblige you," the King said, we'll cut off his head."
So he sent out his soldiers to find Sir Tom Thumb,
The trumpets they blew, and they beat the big drum,
And if any boys out in the street asked them why,
They answered, Because a brave knight is to die."
Tom heard it and said, I don't know as to that,
/Ere they cut off my head, I will put on my hat."
Tom ran to his mother, and told her his life
Was in danger because of the King's jealous wife.


So his mother advised him to lie still in bed,
In order to save both his clothes and his head.
So Tom went to bed, and he slept for ten days,
And to sleep longer still, he tried all sorts of ways.
At last he was tired o' keeping awake,
So he said, "I'll get up, and a walk I will take."
He walked for two days, and for three or four nights,
Saw all sorts of people, and all sorts of sights. [fail
Then he thought he must rest, or his strength would soon
And he went to lie down in the shell of a snail.
Tom soon fell asleep, but somebody spoke,
And Tom, in alarm for his safety, awoke.
He listened-'twas only some children at play,
Said he, "I had better keep out of their way,
They are going to school, and when they are there,
To find better lodging will be my first care."
Just then came a little girl seven years old,
Her frock was of silk, trimmed with spangles of gold
She took up the shell in which Tom Thumb was hid,
And little she thought of the mischief she did,
For she threw up the shell on a very high bank,
And amid the long grass, with Tom in it, it sank.
The bank to Tom Thumb such a mountain appeared,
That he never would get to the bottom, he feared.


" It will take me a week to go down it," said he,
" And when I am down there, what good will it be ?
I'll stop where I am, till a lark comes this way,
Then I'll mount on its back and fly quite away."
Just then as he spoke, he saw near the bank
A friend of the Queen's--a Duke of high rank.
" I am caught now at last," said poor Tom in a fright,
And I much want to sleep with my head on, to-night.
But how to escape, I am sure I can't tell-
Ah there's a fine butterfly close to the shell!
I'll jump on its back, and be off in a trice,
A ride on a butterfly's back must be nice.
The Duke saw Sir Thomas just taking his flight,
So he called to him kindly, Sir Thomas, good-night."
" Oh, Duke," said our hero, t' I guess what you mean-
Good-night, sir, and give my respects to the Queen."
Then up flew the butterfly-Tom with him went,
But the butterfly could not make out what it meant,
That without asking leave any mortal should dare
To jump on his back, and take a ride there.
So he flew over houses, and churches and trees,
And Tom soon began t -feel not quite at ease.
The butterfly tried to make Tom Thumb fall down;
In a puddle he threw him, that there he might drown.


Tom Thumb thought that drowningwould not do him good,
So he called out for help quite as loud as he could.
And whilst he was shouting, two soldiers came by;
a Sir Thomas," said they, the King says you must die,
But you know, it is said, whilst there's life there is hope,
And 'tis better to wait for the axe or the rope,
Than to drown in a puddle, so now, out you come,
And we shall get something for finding Tom Thumb."
When they came to the palace, the King had gone out;
The Queen heard a noise, and asked what 'twas about.
They told her that little Tom Thumb had been found.
" Before he was lost," said the Queen, I'll be bound;
The King likes that dwarf, and will not have him killed,
But I'll let him know that I too am self-willed;
Put Tom in a mouse-trap, and there let him stay,
Give him nothing to eat or to drink all the day."
So there, in the trap, poor Tom Thumb was kept,
And, more from vexation than hunger, he wept.
The Queen's kitten thought that a mouse or a rat
In the trap had been caught, so she gave it a pat.
She was rather surprised when our hero she saw,
And she opened the trap by a dab of her paw.
Once more Tom was free; but a spider came by,
And taking the knight for a blue-bottle fly,


Sprang forward to seize him; when our brave little knight
Stood his ground, drew his sword, and made ready to fight,
But the spider drew near, and his poisonous breath
So affected poor Tom that it soon caused his death.
" He fell on the ground where he lately had stood,
And the spider sucked up the last drop of his blood."
The King and the court into deep mourning went;
Two days and three nights in lamenting they spent.
Then under a rose-bush they buried Tom Thumb-
His monument cost them a very large sum;
For on it his name, death, and doings were told,-
It had this inscription in letters of gold:--
Here lies Tom Thumb, King Arthur's knight,
Who died by a spider's cruel bite.
He was well known in Arthur's court,
Where he afforded gallant sport;
He rode at tilt and tournament,
And on a mouse a-huntirig went.
Alive he filled the court with mirth;
His death to sorrow soon gave birth.
Wipe, wipe your eyes and shlike your head,
And cry, Alas Tom Thumb is dead.' "


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