At home

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At home
Crane, Thomas, b. 1843? ( Illustrator )
Sowerby, J. G ( John G ) ( Illustrator )
Marcus Ward & Co
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Marcus Ward & Co.
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56 p. : col. ill. ; 22 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1881 ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1881
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
poetry ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Northern Ireland -- Belfast
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Date of publication from inscription.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
illustrated by J.G. Sowerby ; decorated by Thos. Crane.

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University of Florida
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ST all who love the little folk,
Their little ways, their little talk;
Who love to watch the children's ring;
To see them laugh, to hear them sing:
Of high degree, of low degree;
At home, abroad, across the sea:
Where'er an English book may go,
Our English children's ways to show
In mem'ry of their childish times,
We dedicate this book of rhymes.

vijou ED EllBIpa



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Dedication, ... ... 3 The Race, ... ... 32
Good Morning, .. ... 8 Mabel, ... ... ... 33
Breakfast, ... to Trespassers, ... ... 35
The Bath-Room. ... 12 Dot's Letter, ... ... 36
Little Artist Guy, ... 13 Rehearsal, ... ... 37
The Girl in Yellow, ... 14 The Apple who was afraid, 38
A Rainy Day, ... .. 7 St. Valentine's Day, ... 40
Wanderchild, ... ... 19 Phoebe, ... ... ... 42
What's o'clock, ... ... 20 Gertrude's Patient, ... 44
Millicent, ... ... 2 Teddy, .. .. .. 45
At Home, ... ... 22 Nurse Ninette, ... ... 46
Maid Marigold, ... .. 24 Little Claire, ... ... 47
Stranded, ... ... 26 Bess and the Water-Baby, 49
The Fisher Boy,... ... 27 In the Corner, ... g5
Tame Ducks, ... .. 28 Old-Fashioned Flowers, .. 52
Wild Ducks, ... .. 29 Black Diana, ... ... 53
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S We two little brothers come singing to you;

And when two brother Robins come singing together,
. Joy comes with the Robins, and sunshiny weather."

She jumped out of bed and repeated the words;
S Now they're planning together, you plainly can see,
The plays they will play at together, all three
. And when three little sisters agree all together,
S Joy will stay all the day, and through all kinds of weather.

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9W SEE breakfast laid ready, the letters all come,
Rose, Geoffrey, and Pussy alone in the room.
The Library door stands ajar, we descry
Neither father, nor mother, nor anyone nigh.
Pray, how can this be? Is the whole household late?
No! the clock shows it still wants a quarter to eight;
So little Rose sits in her Mother's place there,
Whilst brother Geoff reads with a serious air-
Says sister to brother, in Mother's own way,
Well, what have you there, dear? What news, love, to-day?"

Reads Geoffrey sedately, State Concert and Ball"-
Delightful," cries Rose. Do, dear Geoff, read it all."
Stuff and nonsense," he answers, I certainly shan't;
The Parliament news is the thing that I want.
Ah! good, here I have it-Debate on Home Rule."
"What is it ?" she asks, "some new law against School ?"
There-just like you women-so silly !" he cries.
Oh! brother!" says Rose, with big tears in her eyes,
S That isn't like Father, one bit now, you know-
You're spoiling it all, Geoff. Please don't answer so,"


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CRIES Tom, in the bath, I'm a seal at the Zoo 1"
Says Ted, on the rug, "Then I'm glad I'm not you!"
" Ah, but Ted," answers Tommy, "you know you're my brother;
And if I am a seal, why you must be another!"


"TELL us all about it, please:"-
.,.; "Just a field-a group of trees,
With a river flowing by,
And low hills against the sky.

"Then upon the other side,
Upright easel, canvas wide,
Sheaf of brushes, wet and dry,
And a little artist-Guy.

He has only just begun, -t
SAnd so little yet is done, '
I should find it hard to tell .
*^ jIf he does it ill or well.

< "Let us leave him till it's done,
Artists don't like lookers-on,
Somewhere near we'll find a seat, K
And perhaps some meadow-sweet."


iiELLOW on her head,

Yellow didon her feet,

Yellow was the thing to wear;
Who told you so ?
A-fashioning your new dress-
To whom did you go ?


Was it Jenny Wren you asked, Or was it your Canary said
Or little Tom-tit? (Dainty little fellow),
Was it Yellow Hammer's wing "Pretty maiden, follow me,
First suggested it ? And dress all in yellow" ?
Who told you that a yellow dress "Yes, it was Canary,
With golden hair would fit? Clever little fellow !"

"Jenny Wren's too sober Yellow on her feet,
To think of such a thing; Yellow on her hair,
Tom enlivens yellow Yellow on her dainty dress,
With a dark blue wing- Yellow everywhere;
How could common birds know Yellow as the Daffodils,
The fashions of the Spring !" Fresh and blooming there.





THE whole morning it rained,
The whole afternoon too;
g Little Lilly complained
That it rained and it rained,
And to Edward explained
That she'd nothing to do.-
All the morning it rained,
All the afternoon too.

Now Ned did not mind "What shall I draw next ?"
The tempestuous weather, She asks every minute,
For he always could find And Ned is not vexed
Some food for his mind; When she asks him "What next ?"
But Edward was kind: Yet is always perplexed
See them sitting together- About how to begin it;
Now Lill does not mind He just shows her "what next,"
The tempestuous weather. Almost every minute.


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"On the cliff by the sea,
In the soft Summer air ;
Little Wanderchild there
Looks abroad everywhere,
And thus pondereth she : ,
\ Little Wanderchild there
On the cliff by the sea.

"Little Wanderchild thought '
She could sail to the sky
If a sea-bird she caught,
_ Little Wanderchild thought;
Or a broad white sail bought
SN From a ship moving by:
Little Wanderchild thought
She could sail to the sky.

Little Wanderchild stands
SOn the cliff all alone,
She has folded her hands,
And mutely she stands;
SsFor, to far sunny lands
All the vessels have gone,
And still Wanderchild stands
On the tall cliff alone.

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Now help me, Leonie, in this,
I cannot guess what time it is,
Both curious clocks I've studied well,
"And still of various hours they tell:
_So help me, Lonie, in this,
Say what the right time really is."[
With Dandelion seed, you see,
I tell the time," says Ldonie,
I blow and blow, and never know
How often I may have to blow;
SBut just the hour that comes for me,
Is the right time," says LUonie.


LITTLE pet Millicent, seated here;
Primroses round her; nobody near.
Playing by Mother's sofa to-day,
(Poor Mother is sick,) she heard her say :-
Away in the fair green fields, I know,
My pet primroses so sweetly blow."
A tiny sigh, and two wistful eyes;
No more than that, but Millie is wise.


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"W Without a word she has slipped away;
3 1 .1,.- r shall have her flowers to-day.
| One by one she is plucking them fast;
Till surely none will be left at last.
A i .,- in the basket, loosely pressed;
Mother herself will arrange them best.
So dearly she loves them--who can tell,
Perhaps they may help to make her well.



HERE are Cecily, Dolly, and Marjorie,
Three little hostesses, as you see.
Said Cecily first, How pretty we look,
Like three little girls in a painted book."
Said Dolly, "'Tis hot, in the middle of June,
To stay in the house all the afternoon."
Marjorie fluttered her fan; said she,
But our friends are coming to afternoon tea."
"Then we'll take them," said Cecily, "if they please,
A-walking and talking, beneath the trees.'
Said Dolly, As this is our own 'At Home,'
Let us wish whom we'd each like best to come."
Said Marjorie, fanning, the words between,
The most of all-I should wish for-the Queen."

No, my fairy godmother," Cecily cried,
To deck me with jewels, and make me a bride."
Said Dolly, I think I should like to see
The friend I love best coming in to take tea."

Cecily, Dolly, and Marjorie,
Three little hostesses, here you see.

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"-'ONE pretty tea-table,
One pretty chair,
One pretty maiden,
All alone there.
Where can her sister be ?
Where is her brother?
Where can her father be?
Where is her mother ?


Marigold's family,
All, I am told,
Went out together,
Left Marigold.
Won't pretty Robin come ?
Mousey at least-
Pick up one little crumb ?
Share in her feast? ,


No Mousey creeping
Under her chair,
No Robin peeping
Can I see there.-
Nor one of her family,
SCame I am told,
Back to have tea with
Maid Marigold.

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CRIED Marian to her little ship, Sail on, sail very far,
Across the ocean strange and wide, where desert islands are,
Perhaps a new one you will reach (who knows what may betide you?),
And find some 'Friday'on the beach, and bring him back inside you."
And trimand neat and rigged complete Jack launched heron the sea,
-q She started well, but, sad to tell, no lengthened course had she.

A spiteful wind sprang up behind and laid her on her side,
Just where you see her stranded there, upon the falling tide.
The wind blew on; but brother John soon brought her safe in tow;
Some other day she'll sail away, when gentle breezes blow.



CHRISTOPHER, Christopher, where do you go,
With your net in your hand, when the water is low ;
Across the wet sand with your net in your hand,
At the fall of the tide when the water is low ?"
To wade in the sea, where the small fishes be,
A-shrimping and prawning," he answereth me.

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Christopher, Christopher, what will you do,
If the fishes refuse to be caught by you ;
If the small creatures glide into sand holes, and hide,
Or swim far and wide, out to sea, from you ?"
At the edge of the sea, I shall wait patiently,
Till the shrimps and the fishes come swimming to me."

Christopher, Christopher, tired you will get,
Sorely your arms will ache throwing the net;
When the daylight is past, and the darkness comes fast,
You '11 be hungry, and thirsty, and weary, and wet."
Brave little Christopher, boldly he goes,
Along the wet sand, where the cold water flows.

M RS. DUCK abroad you see,
SWith all her sons and daughters,
Swimming there to take the air,
And try the river waters;
Says she to her young family,
/ i Don't flutter so, and flurry,
No dangers hide on either side---
Tame ducks need never hurry;
The little man with little gun and bullets made of lead,
Went to the wood to shoot wild ducks ; and he has long been dead."

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PRETTY pair of wild ducks
Upon the water clear
To and fro, softly go,
Whilst Heron fishes near-
I wonder if they see two eyes
Peep at them where they pass,
For Humphrey sly, with gun close by,
Is crouching on the grass;
They may not see, but-oh! dear me!
I hope they '11 fly away,
With might and main, to come again
Quite safe another day.



LOOK at wise little Polly but five years old,
Yet she's been out a-shopping, with silver and gold,
-- And her basket holds all that a basket can hold.

Look at brave little Poll, as she plods home again,
' L' With her big blue umbrella, through mud and through rain,
She has two miles to go, yet she does not complain.

"Her basket is heavy, as soon you would find
If you ventured to lift it, but Poll doesn't mind -
Either burden, or weariness, shower, or wind.

Good speed to you, Polly, good luck to your store:
How glad you will be when you knock at the door,
And mother lets in her dear Polly once more.

Good-bye, little Poll, you are wise, I can see,
And steady and strong, and as brave as can be;
When I've sixpence to spare, you shall spend it for me.



IN grandmother's spectacles, dear little Nan,
Sits rocking and knitting as fast as she can-
Pray, who are the children that Nannie has there,
One child in the cradle and one in the chair ?

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"My grandchildren, as you might see," answers Nannie;
" Augusta %wa; naughty, she w wouldn't kis. Grannie,
That i, \l)hy on the high chair alone she nust keep,

\hilst I rck my ,id Amy and sing her to sleep."


IT'S a race! and they're off! yes, I know;
But we've not got a moment to spare:
Poor old Tom, how he's pricking his ears!
SHe would gladly give both to be there.
Oh, I say!-what a jerk of the reins!
He is longing to see which will win:
I just wish he was there, he would be,
I am certain, the first to be in.

Never mind, there's a jolly old horse;
"I assurweyou we really can't wait;
SI must meet brother Jack at the train,
And it never would do to be late.
Never mind; trot along; that is right;
We must go to that station to-day;
But some other, we'll book for a race,
You and I, and just show them the way __



Q UITE three weeks, and not a show'r,

Parched the garden, hot and dry;

Drooping low was ev'ry flow'r;

Little Mabel, passing by,

Heard them whisper, "We shall die!"

Quick to save them Mabel ran,

Full of pity, full of fear;

Brought in haste her watering-can-

Is it fancy ? Does she hear

Grateful whispers, "Thank you, dear"?


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.\nd D .'i'th. cl ii binri a ch'I ir

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I ,,..nlo;r %lhat Nuil-, ay v- l
"** 0, ie 'I : '.'.' j e 11 e t,-irible .children
H'.,t hlie it 11.i lthl t daL after day."

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\ ec arc '., :iindiJ in, Ia.abel and I
I! ilie tart i- I 'l n lu im r o I.l erris. ,
11 it chicken ri me: t in the pie.

D i( dear. J-L:' be careful !
\,.,u I ill 1all ilf ,: clim b ul:p like that ;
Or k .Ii k lc i I pli. t' aird--p,-,,r pu _\
C .,ok lo 1 1 ce ltai,i l .i \ it '; the c:at."

N' ,ii[ .-c that p..'.i Niiurev hI.:a; mi'ed :ou.
\\ih.t. \1 .uii. dI :' you : ,.u i J- don'tt ca e" ?
ILt'It turn r:.iinhd \'tl i- IhI.Id f.c.r a monm'ent ;
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HERE'S a picture of Dot, "Dear Dot," it began,
As she sat at her ease "We are having 'At home'
With a letter she'd got ; Once a week, if we can-

A true picture of Dot: So, dear Dottie," it ran,
All her cares she forgot Fall in with our plan;
Whilst she read by degrees We so wantyou to come,
Through the letter she'd got, 'Twas to-day we began
In the chair at her ease. Our new plan of 'At home.'

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A DUET, if you please, between Norman and Grace;
Sister Olive is player ; she's there in her place;
Tiny Grace is Soprano, and Norman is Bass.
Little Grace is so eager, she cannot keep time,
But runs on ahead without reason or rhyme.
Sing slower !" cries Norman. it is not a race;
Still slower. Soprano! and do keep your place."
It is Olive," says Gracie. what is she about ?
She waited too long there, and quite put me out."
No indeed," answers Olive,-" thatmark meansa'-rest;'
S"You don't understand, Grace,-indeed I know best."
Try again! Ah. that's better by far than before:
Now if people were here, they would cry out 'Encore '
Which means, you know, Gracie,-' Please sing it once


-/ APPLES ripe, and red, and round,
Tumbling fast upon the ground. I- J
Rosy apples, shaken down,
.- Some are for the market town;
"Some in Nannie's pinafore
Shall be kept for Granny's store.
Apples juicy, firm, and sweet,
For little Nan and Ned to eat. 5
One silly apple was afraid,
I And hid himself, I've heard it said,
Amongst the large leaves on the tree,
Lest he, too, should gathered be.
^" i Foolish fellow, hiding there,--- ''
.Three birds came flying through the air,
And found him out, and pecked him sore,
-f Till he was round and red no more;
Then, all his strength and beauty past,
Down to the earth he fell at last, ,
Where horned snails came creeping round
That silly apple on the ground.



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ONE Valentine's day, in the bright Spring weather,
Two young rooks were talking together.
Said one to the other, My partner be,
Let us make up a nest in a tall, tall tree,
And share it between us." Yes," said the other,
" You for the father, and I for the mother."
They built their nest busily, shaped it with skill,
They decked it, at last, with a gay daffodil-
Sheltered and stately, and steady, and strong,
It served them together the whole Summer long.

One Valentine's day, in the sweet Spring weather,
A boy and a girl were talking together.
Said Philip to Phillis, My partner be,
Let me share with you, and you share with me."
Said Phillis to Philip, And help one another,
I for the sister, and you for the brother."
Said Philip to Phillis, Sweet cousin of mine,
Let's be each to the other, a true Valentine!"
They made it between them, a love-promise strong,
And they kept it together, their whole lives long.


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ALL the morning, all the morning, Whispered thro' the open window
Sat she till her tasks were done; Gentle breezes, passing by:-
While without were birds and blossoms, Phebe, are you coming, Phoebe?
And the pleasant sun. Come before we die!"

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And the leaves in ev'ry rustle, Till the clock, with joyful measure,
And the birds in ev'ry song:-- Struck the hour when work is o'er
"Phoebe, Phoebe, are you coming? Crying "Ponto," Phoebe vanished
Phoebe, don't be long !" Tr!..1.i, the open door.


WHITHER sped our nimble Phcebe? Poor old Ponto! He is longing,
She is in the study now; Longing for his game of play,
Ponto heard her when she called him,- And the garden-ah; but Phcebe
Answered back Bow-wow !" Has a word to say.

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" Ponto, tho' the birds and garden, Beg, then--beg, sir--do you hear me ?
Called me all the morning thro', No, no, Ponto, that is wrong:
I had first to do my lessons- Paws up! steady! ah, that's better!
So I think should you." Good dog, come along !"



BY the road/you lay with a broken wing;
We carried you home with us, poor wee thing!
Father was doctor, and set the bone,
B 1 B And said I might have you to call my own. '
I did not think you would care to go,
You seemed so tame, and I loved you so.
"But I watched you, Dick, at the pane to-day,
And I felt you wanted to fly away.
I will not keep you-you need not fear;
Still, do not forget me, Dickey dear.
Feed once from my hand in the way you know;
Then, Dickey my pet, I will let you go.





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TREES above; below, a stream,
Blue beneath the bluer skies;
Here and there a break and gleam,
Where the fishes rise.

Teddy, pulling off his shoes,
Shakes in doubt his curly head-
Can't decide what fly to choose,
Grey, or brown, or red.

Ah, they joked at home, and said,
Minnows were a charming fish!
"Wait until they see," thinks Ted,
"Trout upon the dish!"




NURSE Ninette has come to pray
For her master, far away

At the war: his little Claire
I-e has left in Nurse's care.

" Oh, that war !" thinks poor Ninette,
" Have they fought a battle yet ?

" Should they kill the father there-
Ah, the child! poor little Claire!"


IN her white dress kneeling there,
Here she is, poor little Claire !

"Little Claire, her father's pet!
Is she likely to forget?
"" No! each night she seems to miss
More and more his loving kiss:

1And each night she kneels to pray,
Please God, bring him back some day."

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T HEY went a-fishing in the water clear,
All four of them, just as 'tis pictured here,
Each one a little taller than the other,
Bess, Bridget, Deborah, and Hal, the brother:
Most wisdom dwelt in Hal, as you may guess,
Still growing less, until it ceased in Bess.
Said Hal to his three sisters, Copy me,
And something like good sport we're sure to see."
v / Just as Hal did, did Deborah, and then,
Poor Biddy sighed, and plied the line again.
Said little witless Bess, But I shall try
To catch a water-baby swimming by,
Who knows, perhaps some Nixie's son, or daughter,
S li:ht be enticed b\ me tI: l,.. -O tli.: '.I cA_
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ON the chair an open lesson,
Open wide at A B C;
In the corner little Lettice,
o Y Aged three. ,'

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Little Lettice is not stupid, When to big A Mother pointed,
She can learn if she will try; Saying, Letty, this you know :"
Knows her A B C as well as Letty looked and quite sedately
You or I. Said-" Round O !"

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But to-day she really would not This is why our little Lettice
Think of anything at all In the corner there you see,
But those flowers-and the china Till it pleases her to know her
On the wall. A B C.

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YES, I think him a prince among flowers, Now a snowdrop or daisy-the darlings!
Mr. Hollyhock, handsome and tall; I might praise them for ever, I know,
And I think, too, for brightness of colour, And neither the one nor the other
Miss Poppy the queen of them all. The least bit conceited would grow.

But I don't let them know that I think so. But as for these others, 'tis really
For-it strikes me again and again- More prudent this only to say:-
Mr. Hollyhock's slightly conceited, "I'il trouble you, please, for a flower,
Miss Poppy's a little bit vain. And then I will wish you good-day."


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SEE Nellie on the garden seat, Next, Nellie says, in accents low,
Intent on giving Jack a treat : Jacky, if you would like to go,
First, something nice for Jack to eat. And hop about an hour or so,

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" There's nothing here that you need fear: Indeed? don't be too sure of that,"
Diana's lying curled up near, Says to herself, Black Di, the cat,
But she's asleep-she cannot hear." I know precisely what you're at!"
You think you're very clever, Di,
Can you explain the reason why
Jack won't come out; is he too shy ?
Jack knows Diana-that is why.


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AND now 'tis time to say Good-bye
To all our friends; and, with a sigh,
We shut the door. So, close the book-
'Tis the last page on which you look.
We hope you've had a pleasant time
With us, our pictures, and our rhyme;
And, if you'll come another day,
And bring your friends-of course you may-
Whatever time you like to come,
You're sure to find us here, "At Home."



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