Child lore

Material Information

Child lore its classics, traditions and jingles
Uniform Title:
Mother Goose
Tom Thumb
Little Red Riding Hood
Sleeping Beauty
Puss in Boots
Children in the wood (Ballad)
Bates, Clara Doty, 1838-1895 ( Editor, Author )
Humphrey, Lizbeth Bullock, b. 1841 ( Illustrator )
Curtis, Jessie ( Illustrator )
Lathbury, Mary A ( Mary Artemisia ), 1841-1913 ( Illustrator )
Finley, Charlotte Doty ( Illustrator )
Hopkins, Livingston, 1846-1927 ( Illustrator )
Sweeney, Morgan J ( Illustrator )
Francis, J. G ( Joseph Greene ), 1849-1930 ( Illustrator )
Fredericks, L. N ( Printer )
Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins, 1852-1930 ( Author )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
D. Lothrop & Co.
L.N. Fredericks
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882 ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1882 ( rbgenr )
Fairy tales -- 1882 ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1882 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1882
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes ( rbgenr )
Fairy tales ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
poetry ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Includes nursery rhymes, verse versions of fairy tales by Clara Doty Bates; other contributions by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman.
General Note:
Publisher's advertisements follow text.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
edited by Clara Doty Bates ; illustrated by Miss L.B. Humphrey, Jessie Curtis, Mary A. Lathbury, Mrs. C.D. Finley, L. Hopkins, "Boz," and J.G. Francis.

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University of Florida
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The storms have it all their own way as it nears Chiistmastide. The days are dark and the nights
long. Yet how does it happen that the children call it merry?
They liked the summer, with boats upon the water, tents in the woods, play-houses upon the lawn,
ponies galloping through shady country roads, books upon the shelf, school doors locked, strawberries
in the garden, cherry trees to climb, nuts to gather, and fresh air and sun-burn the common property
of all. Still, they never thought of calling those days "merry;" strange to say, they reserve that
pleasant word for these days of snows and howling winds.
And shall I tell you why? I believe it is because winter without compels people to the fairyland
of books within. In dim corners secret doors are opened, and wonderland is spread before our eyes.
That land, we know, is the one where people wear wishing-caps, invisible cloaks, shoes of swiftness,
swords of sharpness; where Aladdin's lamp is in every hand, and a magic carpet is ready at any
instant to take passengers round the world for an airing. Those advantages were very great in the
times of dragons and griffins, but what better magic carpet can the little nineteenth-century children
desire than the one on the floor of mother's room, or upon the home sitting-room, where the children
play? With the right spirit, and the right book, even in humbler homes, where the floors are bare and
cold, a bit of worn rug may become enchanted. All that is necessary is to place the feet up6n it-
meanwhile studying the charmed page--and it rises aloft, floating hitherward and thitherward to every
land under the sun. The boy can make easy voyage to Robinson Crusoe's island, where he may
wander at will, without so much as leaving a foot-print in the sand; or can go to the aid of the doughty
Jack in hacking the giant Cormoran with a pick axe until he tumbles into the pit; or can make haste
to get to the spot in time to take a hand at the ropes in strangling old Blunderbore, or can halt to
see the Welsh giant cheated, as he hammers away at the block of wood in the bed, believing it to
be Jack. The girl will like nothing better than to ride to that old English forest, where the poor
babes walk hand in hand, until tired and heart-broken, they lie down, and the robins cover them with
leaves; or she will choose to be wafted to where the grim old wolf, with granny's night-cap on, lies
with just the point of his wily nose peeping from under the coverlid, thinking what a nice, sweet morsel
Red Riding Hood will make.
As to invisible cloaks and wishing-caps, and the like, why, each boy's jacket is his invisible cloak,
and each girl's apron hers, and, wearing them in the most every-day fashion, they can find their way
straight to fairy land. The boy goes to his book-shelf and at once he reaches the palace that was
reared in a single night; he sits at Arthur's Round Table and listens to the brave wit; Queen
Guinevere ties a favor in his button hole; he rides at tournament; rescues a lovely lady, and slays
the knight who would carry her off. His little sister, meanwhile, seeks the palace of the Sleeping


Beauty, passes the stupid sentinels asleep, and enters that very chamber where the Princess lies; of
she stands, unnoticed, in the presence of Blue Beard, even while his distracted wife is crying:
"Sister Anna, sister Anna, do you see anybody coming?"
So much for the power of the jacket, or the apron, to the wanderers in wonderland, if only this
potent book be in the pocket.
And more than this: The porcelain-shaded gas-jets, the bright lamps round which the children
gather in the evening, and even the single candles which orphan boys burn in their garrets, are
quite equal to Aladdin's lamp, provided only that they shine upon the proper page. By their
light the children enter the gardens where the blossoms are stars and the fruit jewels; they see
Whittington bruising his bare feet on the stones of London streets, while the Bow bells ring,
"turn again;" Cinderella's pumpkin coach rolls into sight with its mice horses, and its lizard
coachman, and her glass slippers twinkle as she alights and enters the ball room; Tom Thumb
with his oak-leaf hat, and shoes tied with eye-lashes, trips across the pages; and, timid as the child
may be, she goes by that light, down into the caves of the red dwarfs, and finds their treasures;
and she hears the bellow of the ogre, and is not afraid.
Thus we see what a story-book can do, and it is because Santa Claus brings them so plentifully at
Christmas time that that time is so merry. Let the storms bluster as they will; let the sun hide and
the days be short; have not all nations through all ages preserved these significant stories and kept
alive the seeds of song .in them, on purpose to brighten the children's lives ?
No days can be dreary when stories are plentiful. And it may add a piquant zest to a tale to
know that generations ago some little brown-cheeked Italian child heard and loved it, as is true of
"Cinderella;" or that Hindoo boys and girls delighted in its hazard, as is true of "The Three Bears;"
or that dusky Tartars as well as flaxen-haired Norse children enjoyed its marvels, as is true of "Jack
and the Bean Stalk." All our familiar fairy tales are of older growth, as well as of wider import,
than many of us take time to understand.
After the child has heard their music until his ears are familiar with every strain, and has grown
with years into the poet or philosopher, he discovers a strange meaning in them, and a kinship in
their melody to the higher songs of the people, and thereby learns that Child Lore has as deep a root
in human history as has the larger Folk Lore. It is as the child to the man--father to it.
When the infant imagination has grasped the nursery tale, it has taken its first lesson in poetry.
From it the boy learns courage and the girl trust and cheerfulness- because the one finds a hero in
the fearless lad who outwits and conquers giants, and the other sees the lovely dress and the ball and
the Prince fall to the fortune of the motherless little toiler in a kitchen, because she had done her tasks
well. So it can be seen that these little common tales are not idle as to a moral.
May whatever Christmas-eve evergreen bears our little Child Lore as one of its golden apples, or
whatever stocking may be hung for it when Santa Claus goes by, or whatever mail may carry it to
some distant home, bring a happy heart to the child who gets it, as well as a Merry Christmas.







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The seeds from which have grown and blossomed the wild and wonderful tales of the Arabian Nights were sown far back in the winter of the world, even
before our most ancient myths had any form or record. Their first visible growth was among the Aryans, of whom we only obtain such trace as scholars
find in the fragments of their language in the ancient sacred books of the Hindoos and Persians. Their authorship, and the period of their production, are
wholly matters of doubt, though the best authorities place the year 1450 as the probable time of their appearance. There is, however, internal evidence of
earlier existence, and our collection of the Tales is, without doubt, only a part or modification of a much older work. We owe our acquaintance with them
to Antoine Galland, a once poor French boy, who, after he had reached manhood, in 1679, was sent to the East to collect manuscripts for a celebrated scholar.
He then procured these stories, and translated them in part, since which they have become the delightful inheritance of all civilized children.

This story bears a likeness to a well-known ancient one about the Rakshas, or Ogres of India, and is probably a sister to it, or, at least, first cousin. These
Rakshas are creatures which assume so many shapes, that all things which are to be dreaded, take their name. They are usually powerful and stupid, like our
Ogres, yet are occasionally relenting and kind-hearted. I suppose the little Indian children beg for a Raksha story where ours beg for a bear story; in both
cases from the universal child-appetite for horrors and dangers.

Tom Thumb is an omnipresent little fellow and figures in many countries. In Scandinavia he is a dwarf the Thaumlin, or little Thumb of the North-
men; in France he is Le Petite Paucet," while an old ballad tells us that Tom a Lyn is a Scottsman born." But he has an English lineage, also, which
is of sufficient antiquity to satisfy us. In 1599, Richard Johnson published a history of him with the following title : The most pleasant history of Tom a
Lincoln, that ever-renowned soldier, the Red Rose Knight, surnamed the Boast of England, showing his honorable victories in foreign countries, with his
strange fortunes in Faery Land, and how he married Angliterra, daughter to Prestor John, that renowned Monarch of the World." For so small a theme
this was a great title, yet so general a favorite may fitly be ushered in with a "fine volley of words."


The Russians have a story where the bean falling to the ground grows in a single night to the sky, and an old man climbs up into it and from its top sees
everything. It is quite possible that the great Norse tree, Yggdrasil, is ernodied in this little bean stalk, or the top of that grew into heaven. In the
Hindoo stories, beans are the symbol of abundance; and when Jack's mother threw the beans out of the window, some of them must have blown over into
Hindoostan, for there, too, just such a story as this has root, and grows.


This redoubtable hero is not altogether a legendary character, for the original was Giles de Laval. Lord of Rais, who was made Marshal of France in
1429. He had the reputation of being something of a sorcerer, and it was said of him that he deliberately attached people to himself for the purpose of
getting their blood to use in his charms and incantations. The story, as we have it, was originally written in French by Charles Perrault. There is a strong
resemblance between it and the third calendar in the Arabian Nights.


In the German version she is called little Red Cap. Students of the origin and signification of myths, discover wide and varied meanings in this favorite
story. One of the prettiest is, that Red Riding Hood is the Sun, and the old grandmother the Earth, to whom the Sun brings warmth and comfort. Winter
is the black wolf, which devours the earth and wraps the Sun in the bed blanket of fog and mist, with the purpose of destroying her. But the huntsman, or
Spring, comes along, slays Winter, and rescues the Sun. See by this, how much meaning and poetry may be hidden in a mere fable.


This appears to be only another form of the legend of the Dawn and the Sun; the maiden, Dawn, wakes when the Prince, the Sun, kisses her cheek. The
hundred years signifies the Night, in which all things sleep.


Whether there was any Puss in Boots previous to the one Straporola, an Italian, wrote for the little sixteenth century children, we cannot really
determine. Charles Perrault, famous through like works, put it into French, and from him we get it directly.

The story of Cinderella is told in all the languages of Europe. It is, in its variously modified forms, as ancient as history The Hindoos have it in
"The Rajah's Daughter; and the lost slipper was known to the early Greeks in the legend of Rhodope," or the rosy-cheeked. The little Italian child
listens to it under the name of the Golden Slipper." It is believed to embody the myth of the Sun and the Dawn. Cinderella is the Dawn, dark and in
obscurity when away from the Sun; kept out of sight by her envious sisters, the Clouds, and her stepmother, the Night, while the Prnce is the Morning
Sun, ever in pursuit of her to make her his bride. She is the Ushas of the Aryans, and the Aurora of the Greeks.

These adventures are ascribed to Richard Whittington, a wealthy citizen of London, sheriff in 1393, and afterward Lord Mayor; but, as the story has
several prototypes, it is quite possible that his character was enriched by the popular imagination from some legendary source. According to Halliwell, there
is a Persian story of the tenth century, of Keis, the son of a poor widow, who became wealthy and great through the services of his cat, and there is also
a Portugese tale of the same import. It is well to remember, however, that whatever romance attaches to the 4ame of Whittington, the real man was one
given to large charities and extensive benevolence.

Jack and Jill have no.distinctive recorded history beyond that which the English nursery rhyme accords them. This must have been founded, as most of
such rhymes were, upon some local incident, and has been perpetuated because of an inherent charm or interest in It, which children understand, yet which is
not easily analyzed or comprehended by older people.

There Is a game of great antiquity, in which children hide from each other and cry:
"Bo-Peep, little Bo-Peep,
Now's the time for hide and seek."
Old writers say that sheep seemed to be early connected with this game, and this is another version of the same:
Bo-Peep, little Bo-Peep,
Now's the time to find your sheep."
In play with infants, Bo-Peep appears to be a favorite synonym for hiding, though modern mothers change the exclamation to Peep-Bo.

This is often confounded with Tom Thumb, and is, no doubt, but one of the many versions of that hero's history It illustrates the delightful theory that
the apparently puny and helpless may in emergencies prove the salvation and support of the strong. For that reason It offers a commendable example to
children, of what courage and keen wit can do toward triumphing over formidable and seemingly insurmountable obstacles.

Addison says of this tale, in the old original ballad, crude and tame as it is in form and language, It is the delight of most Englishmen in some part of
their age." It Is by some supposed to be the disguised story of the murder of his nephews by Richard III, and is essentially English.





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I SEE a little group about my chair, Then, close at hand, on lowly haunches set,
Lovers of stories all With pricked-up, tasseled ear,
First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk hair, Is Tony, little clear-eyed spaniel pet,
Growing so strong and tall ; Waiting, like them, to hear.

Then little brother, on whose sturdy face I bay I have no story all are told !
Soft baby dimples fly, Not to be daunted thus,
As fear or pleasure give each other place They only crowd more confident and bold,
When wonders multiply; And laugh, incredulous.

Then Gold-locks -summers nine their goldenest And so, remembering how, once on a time,
Have showered on her head, I, too, loved such delights,
And tinted it, of all the colors best, I choose this one, and put it into rhyme,
Warm robin-red-breast red; From the "Arabian Nights."

"A po3r little lad was Aladdin But however he looked, or however
His mother was wretchedly poor ; He fared, a strange fortune was his.
"A widow, who scarce ever had in None of you, dears, though fair-faced and clever,
Her cupboard enough of a store Can have anything like to this,
To frighten the wolf from the door. So grand and so marvellous it is !

No doubt he was quite a fine fellow Well, one day for so runs the tradition -
For the country he lived in but, ah While idling and lingering about
His skin was a dull, dusky yellow, The low city streets, a Magician
And his hair was as long as wouldd grow. From Africa, swarthy and stout,
('Tis the fashion in China, you know.) With his wise, prying eyes spied him out,


And went up to him very politely,
And asked what his name was and cried:
My lad, if I judge of you rightly, "-
SYou're the son of my brother who died -
Sly poor Mustafa and he sighed.

Sh, yes, Mustafa was my father," f
Su Aladdin cried back, and he's dead -
S\Vell, then, both yourself and your mother
i will care for forever," he said,
-And you never shall lack wine nor bread."

SAnd thus did the wily old wizard
as----- tc .FirhD- receive with his kindness the two
_- For a deed of dark peril and hazard
He had for Aladdin to do,
At the risk of his life, too, he knew.

Far down in the earth's very centre Down, down, through the darkness so chilly i
There burned a strange lamp at a shrine; On, on, through the long galleries 1
Great stones marked the one place to enter; Coming now upon gardens of lilies,
Down under t'was dark as a mine; And now upon fruit-burdened trees,
What further no one could divine I Filled full of the humming of bees.

And that was the treasure Aladdin But, ah, should one tip of his finger
Was sent to secure. First he tore Touch aught as he passed, it was death I
The huge stones away, for he had in Not a fruit on the boughs made him linger,
An instant the strength of a score; Nor the great heaps of gold underneath.
Then he stepped through the cavern-like door. But on he fled, holding his breath,

,,Until he espied, brightly burning,
The mystical lamp in its place i
He plucked the hot wick out, and, turning,
With triumph and joy in his face,
Set out his long way to retrace.

At last he saw where daylight shed a
Soft ray through a chink overhead,
Where the crafty Magician was ready
To catch the first sound of his tread.
Reach the lamp up to me, first! he said.

Aladdin with luck had grown bolder,
And he cried, "Wait a bit, and we'll see I-"
Then with huge, ugly push-of his shoulder,
And with strong, heavy thrust of his knee,
The wizard so angry was he-


Pried up the great rock, rolled it over A
The door with an oath and a stamp;
" Stay there under that little cover,
And die of the mildew and damp,"
He shouted, "or give me the lamp I"

Aladdin saw darkness fall o'er him;
He clutched at the lamp in his hand,
And, happening to rub it, before him
A Genius stood, stately and grand.
Whence he came he could not understand.

"I obey you," it said, and whatever
You ask for, or wish, you shall have I
Rub the lamp but the least bit soever,
It calls me, for I am its slave !"
Aladdin said, Open this cave I"

He was freed from the place in a minute;
And he rubbed once again: Take me home "
Home he was. And as blithe as a linnet
Rubbed again for the Genius with: Come,
I am dying for food; get me some I "

Thus at first he but valued his treasure
Because simple wants it supplied.
Grown older it furnished him pleasure;
And then it brought riches beside;
And, at last, it secured him his bride.

Now the Princess most lovely of any
o -;Was Badroulboudour, (what a name I)
Who, though sought for and sued for by many,
No matter how grandly they came,
Yet merrily laughed them to shame,

Until with his riches and splendor,
Aladdin as lover enrolled I
/ For the first thing he did was to send her
# Some forty great baskets of gold,
And all the fine gems they would hold.

Then he built her a palace, set thickly
4 With jewels at window and door;
......- And all was completed so quickly
Where was nothing an hour before.


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Him she wedded. They lived without trouble With a shrewdness which would have done credit
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The palace and Princess were gone; And, turning a mystical key,
And Aladdin, dismayed to discover Back to China he cried. In a minute
t t l h b t a T m p

The treasure, and day after day, Unruffled in royal repose,
F.c I.: c, r I % t r.l.. ; rLI r to plcrl I

Him she wedded They lived without trouble With a shrewdness which would have done credit
As lonast, as therrible was their own To even a Yankee boyanners and towershe
But on e day, like the burst of a bubble, Sought the lamp where the wizard had hid it,
He The palace and Princess were gone I And, turning a mystical key,
Without wings to fly they had flownife, Brought it forth, and then, rubbing with glee,
And AladAin, dismayed to discover t t Back to China" he cried. In a minute
That the lamp had been stolen away, The marvellous palace uprose,
Bent all of his strength to recover With the Priness Badroulboudour in it

Whatever the robe he was clad in,
The treasure, and day after day, Unruffled in royal repose,

And at last, after terrible h azard, And with gay clouds of banners and towers,
After many a-peril and strife, With its million of slaves, white and black,

Whatever the robe he was Lr lad in
Or whether he fasted or ate*
And at all hours, early and late i
Right lucky was Lord Aladdin I



A row of playfellows are frequently counted by the use of the following
words, the one upon whom out falls having to serve as catcher" or
seeker," in games of speed or hiding.

K EETUM, peetum, peeny pie,
Populorum, gingum gie,
"East, West, North, South,
". Kirby, Kendal, cock him out!

I SAW a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
S ING, sing, what shall I sing ? And, oh, it was all ladened
SThe cat's run away with the pudding-bag With pretty things for thee !
Do, do, hat shall I do ? There were comfits in the cabin,
The cat has bitten it quite in two. And apples in the hold;

The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold;

W HAT are little boys made of, made of,
What are little boys made of ? -
Snaps and snails and puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of, made of.
What are little girls made of, made of,
What are little girls made of ?
Sugar and spice, and all that's nice, 7
"And that's what little girls are made of, made of.

And four and twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
ITTLE Dicky Dilver Were four and twenty white mice
Had a wife of silver;. With chains about their necks;
lie took a stick and broke her back,
And threw her in the river. The captain was a duck
Fine stockings, fine shoes, With a jacket on his back,
Double ruffle round her neck, And when the ship began to move,
And not a dress to wear. The captain said, "quack quack! "



The game of the "Three Knights of Spain is played by the children form- (Suitors depart, then return, bringing the daughter
ing themselves into two parties one representing a courtly dame and her
daughters, and the other the suitors of the daughter. The suitors move back.)
forward, with arms extended as they sing, and recede again, as the mother,
who is stationary, sings in answer.
Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
SUITORS. Every pocket with a thousand pound;
W E are three brethren out of Spain, Every finger with a gay gold ring !
Come to court your daughter Jane. Please to take your daughter in.

SRhymes to teach little ones to count:

O( NE, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Shut the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
MOTHER. Seven, eight,
My daughter Jane she is too young, Lay them straight;
And has not learned her mother-tongue. Nine, ten,
A good fat hen;
SUITORS. Eleven, twelve,
Be she young, or be she old, Who will delve ?
For her beauty she must be sold. Thirteen, fourteen,
So fare you well, my lady gay, Maids a-courting;
We'll call again another day. Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids a-kissing;
MOTHER. Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a-waiting;
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, Mis witin
Nineteen, twenty,
And rub thy spurs 'till they be bright. My stomachs empty.
My stomach's empty.
Of my spurs take you no thought,
For in this town they were not bought,
So fare you well my lady gay, visiting dialogue for two little girls:
We'll call again another day. (Departs.)
MOW do you do, neighbor?
MOTHER Neighbor, how do you do!
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, Pretty well,
And take the fairest in your sight. And how does cousin Sue do ?
She's pretty well,
SUITOR. (Returns.) And sends her duty to you ;
The fairest maid that I can see So does bonny Nell.
Is pretty Nancy come to me. Good luck, how does she do ?




SILVER Locks was a little girl,
Lovely and good;
She strayed out one day
And got lost in the wood,
And was lonely and sad,
Till she came where there stood
"The house which belonged to the Bears.

She pulled the latch string,
And the door opened wide;
She peeped softly first,
And at last stepped inside;

So tired her little feet
Were that she cried,
And so hungry she, sobbed to herself.

She did not know
Whether to stay or to go;
But there were three chairs
Standing all in a row,
And there were three bowls
Full of milk white as snow,
And there were three'beds by the wall.

But the Father Bear's chair
Was too hard to sit in it, -

And the Mother Bear's chair
Was too hard to sit in it;
But the Baby Bear's chair
Was so soft in a minute
She had broken it all into pieces.

And the Father Bear's milk
___ Was too sour to drink,
And the Mother Bear's milk
Was too sour to drink;
But the Baby Bear's milk
Was so sweet, only think,
When she tasted she drank it all up.


"And the Father Bear's bed
..Was as hard as a stone,
And the Mother Bear's bed
Was as hard as a stone;
I But the Baby Bear's bed
S1 Was so soft she lay down,
And before she could wink was asleep.

By and by came the scratch
Of old Father Bear's claw,
And the fumbling knock
Of old Mother Bear's paw,
And the latch string flew up,
And the Baby Bear saw
That a stranger had surely been there.

Then Father Bear cried,
"Who's been sitting in my chair ? "
And Mother Bear cried,
"Who's been sitting in my chair?"
And Baby Bear smiled,
"Who's been sitting in my chair,
And broken it all into pieces ?"

Then Father Bear growled,
"Who's been tasting of my milk ? "
And Mother Bear growled,
"Who's been tasting of my milk ? "
And Baby Bear wondered,
"Who's tasted of my milk,
And tasting has drank it all up ?"

And Father Bear roared,
"- Who's been lying on my bed? "
-I And Mother Bear roared,
--. "Who's been lying on my bed ?"
And Baby Bear laughed,
-i "Who's been lying on my bed?
O, here she is, fast asleep 1"

The savage old Father Bear cried,
"Let us eat her "
The savage old Mother Bear cried,
"Let us eat her!"
But the Baby Bear said,
S "Nothing ever was sweeter.
_--_ -Let's kiss her, and send her honie i "



The saying of these rhymes rapidly, in concert, or singly, without any HE north wind doth blow,
mispronunciation, is a favorite diversion among children:
And we shall have snow,

R OBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round, And what will poor Robin do then?
A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round; Poor thing
Where rolled the round roll that Robert Rowley He'll sit in the barn,
rolled round ? And to keep himself warm,
Will hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing

/- I HAVE been to market, my lady, my lady
SThen you've not been to the fair, says pussy
Says pussy.

--I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady;
---? Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy,
Says pussy.

P ETER Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, I roasted it, my lady, my lady;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; Then you did not boil it, says pussy,
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Says pussy.
Where is the peck of pickled peppers that Peter
Piper picked ? I ate it, my lady, my lady;
And I'll eat you, says pussy;
Says pussy !
ASWAN swam over the sea,
Swim, swan, swim;
Swan swam back again,
Well swam, swan. D OLLY put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on
Y grandmother sent me a new-fashioned And we'll all take tea.
Three-cornered cambric country-cut hand-
kerchief Sukey take it off again,
Not an old-fashioned three-cornered cambric Sukey take it off again,
Country-cut handkerchief, but a new-fashioned Sukey take it off again,
Three-cornered cambric country-cut handkerchief. They're all gone away.

The following collection contains riddles which have always been favor- (An egg.)
sites with small children for generations: UMPTY-dumpty sat on a wall,

(Sunshine.) H Humpty-dumpty had a great fall,
H ICK-a-more, hack-a-more, Three-score men, and three-score more,
On the king's kitchen door; Cannot make humpty-dumpty as he was
All the king's horses, before.
And all the king's men,
(A plumb pudding.)
Could not drive hick-a-more, hack-a-more, (A plumb pudding.)
Off the king's kitchen door F LOUR of England, fruit of Spain,
SMet together in a shower of rain,
(Gloves.) Put in a bag tied round with a string;

A S I was going o'er London Bridge, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring
I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs! (A tar.)

(A storm of wind.) HAVE a little sister, they call her peep, peep;
S to h b hi S, She wades in the water, deep, deep, deep
RTHUR Bower has broken his band, She climbs the mountains, high, high, high;
A And he comes roaring up the land; Poor little creature, she has but one eye!
The King of Scots, with all his power,
Could not turn Arthur O'Bower. (A candle.)
ITTLE Nan Etticoat
(A well.)
(In a white petticoat,
S round as an apple, as deep as a cup, And a red nose;
And all the king's horses can't pull it up. The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
One the speaker himself.
A S I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits;
Kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives? '

(A pair of tongs.)
L ONG legs, crooked thighs,
Little head and no eyes.

(Teeth and gums.) IING, dong, bell,
T HIRTY white horses upon a red hill, .) Pussy's in the well!
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they Who put her in ?
stand still. Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
(Coals.) Big Johnny Stout.
LACK we are, but much admired, What a naughty boy was that,
Men seek for us till they are tired; To drown poor pussy cat,
We tire the horse, but comfort man; Who never did him any harm,
Tell me this riddle if you can. But killed the mice in his father's barn.


-- --. .One day on a journey weary grew,
And so faint he scarce could stir
En .g Ar AndWith thirst and with hunger too
And that as he saw a cottage door
V HeAt the wayside oprn wide,
_7 With sunlight streaming along the floor,
And a peasant dame at work inside,
He bent his head,
AEntered, and asked for bread.
u a h She gave him a full loaf, and beside
Strawberries ripe and red.

But while he ate the simple fare,
And the good wife stood by,
HEN good King Arthur ruled He noted her face was worn with care,
the land, And a tear stood in her eye.
(You all have heard of the He questioned her what her grief might be,
king And heavily sighed she,
Who stole three pecks of barley meal "Al heav e n little oe ,
To make a bag-pudding? "Alas, I have no little one!
To make a bag-pudding ? And would you happy be,"
Well, that was he; yet in his hand Grave berlin asked, "if you had a son
He bore a lance Grave Merlin asked, "if you had a son?"
Whose stroke or glance Ah, yes most joyfully -
Whose stroke or glance "Even though no bigger than my thumb were he."
The bravest knight could not withstand)
One day in his realm a child was born,
So tiny and small indeed .
He was not as big as a grain of corn, "_ _'_
But only as big as a mustard seed; _
A puny wight,
A speck, a mite, --
An atom merely, a dot, a crumb -'

The story goes -'tis a pretty tale -
That Merlin, the sorcerer, -


I' From the crown of his head to his feet;
li r' i I And she christened him Tom Thumb.
S1 i I And what were the clothes by the fairies
I wrought,
: ,' Which the good Queen brought ?
''' 'I Why, there was an oak leaf for a hat,
"'. ; And the shirt the spiders had spun;
":I h .: :-_-. And the little coat from a thistle-down
,j I' Was deftly done;
The stockings, cut from an apple rind,
Were made to tie
With eyelash plucked from his mother's eye
The boots were shaped from a mouse's skin,
Softly tanned with the hair within;
But the quaintest thing in the elfin lot
Was a sword from a cambric needle wrought.

S As time went by, the atom, the crumb,
The rogue Tom Thumb,
Grew nimble, and cunning, bright, and wise,
But not one bit in size;
"He-could hide in a thimble, and could sit
Out of the sun in the shade of it;
Could dance a reel, with caper and swing,
Then Merlin, the wizard, smiled; On the palm of your hand; and he could sing
"Keep up good cheer he said, Country songs, that one might think
As he ate from the strawberry dish The shrill of a cricket in some chink.
The last one ripe and red,
"For you shall have your wish '-
You shall have the little child.'.' _---

Then he went to a Fairy Queen,
Who lived in a meadow green _
Under a four-leaved clover;
She laughed at the funny thought,
When they talked the matter over,
And gaily said, why not ? "

And so, as they two decreed, .
In time a child was born, -
Not half as big as a grain of corn, --
But more like a mustard seed; '
And the clothes his mother had supplied
Were far too long, and far too wide.

Then the Fairy Queen from the meadow green -'
SMadhe haste to come;--. ': -
And she brought him a wardrobe, all complete -- --


One day, there was something very droll Where the water was bubbling, boiling hot!
Happened to Tom. In a big round bowl Be sure Tom plunged and kicked as he fell,
His mother was stirring a pudding batter, And spattered the water well!
Nor ever noticed a thing the matter;
While Tom, who was peeping above the rim, Greatly amazed,
To see if mischief was there for him, The mother gazed
Fell in, head first; As the pudding was tossed and tumbled and
Nor was that the worst, raised.
For his mother mixed him into the dough, She thought it bewitched. Just then the cry
With a sudden sweep of her spoon, and- 0 She heard of a tinker- passing by-
Put all in the bag, then all in the pot "Kettles to mend, old kettles to mend "

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"I'll give him the pudding, and pretend Alive; and when in the pouch he glanced,
There's nothing wrong," There was no mistake-the pudding danced!
She said, as along And he could hear, as it hopped about,
He came, with his kit of tools, and the song, A feeble shout,
Kettles to mend, old kettles to mend "0, let me out! 0, let me out! "
He was glad of the pudding as he could be,
And, with grateful grin, He flung the pudding as most of us would -
He popped it in And ran away as fast as he could.
To his wallet, and went on merrily. It broke, and Tom crept out and fled,
Covered with batter from foot to head;
0, my! but he felt the pudding stir And when he got home, he looked, for all
As if it were The world, like a dumpling coming to call.


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And then again on a windy day -
When the dame went out to milk her cow, -
Fearing he might be blown away,
Unless he was tied, somehow,
She tethered him, with a bit of thread, _
To a thistle head. ---_.-- l -_-.
But as she milked, old Brindle thought ..
To browse a little, and so she caught' "
At the thistle-top-'twas easy to do .... '
But with it she caught Tom too !' I
He bellowed as loud as a bumble-bee,
At the great indignity,
And in terrible fear -,
Called out, I am here, -
In the cow's red mouth, O mother dear!" ----_ -

Scarce had she heard the piteous sound, --_
Before, in disgust, .
Old Brindle thrust -
Him out of her mouth upon the ground. -
It seems he was quite -_"
Too lively a bite ,
For her quiet, grass-fed appetite; /
She liked her meals -. -
With fewer squeals, /'--
And less of elbows, and fists, and heels. -

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At another time, he begged to go
With his father to plow the field ; and so
With his oak-leaf hat on, and a strip
Of barley straw for a driving-whip, -
He gaily ran along at his side;
The color and stride -
Of the little figure so dainty were
That he looked like a green-winged grasshopper.

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At first through the furrows Tom walked well,
But at last he skipped and fell.
Now, over the field there was hovering
A raven with black wing
Who, watching all with an evil eye, _
Swooped on him suddenly, _

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-__ A huge fish swimming saw him fall,
__ fAnd thought him a June-fly that was all.
_One shining flash,
:e One sparkling splash,
-_a ,Z _i;: __- And he had swallowed the morsel small.
Z -j A fisherman, toiling at his line,
Saw by the leap that the fish was fine.
A skillful cast,
And he had him fast,
.--_ And out of that ocean, blue and vast.
--- ^ -- Thus oddly Tom was brought at last.


The fish was a choice one, and was sent He rode at tilt and at tournament,
To Arthur, the king, as a compliment. With Lancelot of the Lake; he went
'Twas out on a broad gold platter spread
And served for his dinner with sauce and bread.
But as with the tip
Of the knife they cut it, who should skip
Out on the plate,
At a lively rate,
But Tom, with his hat and driving whip !

Never did guest so strangely come
To a king's repast as did Tom Thumb.
He danced a reel on the platter's rim
While the lords and ladies smiled at him;
He doffed his hat with a courtly grace,
Showing such winsome face
That pleasure and praise, with murmurous sound,
Rose from the Table Round.

From that time forth the little elf.
Made such a host of friends for himself
That when the king abroad would go
He rode with him on his saddle-bow;
And if it rained, or was cold, he crept Out to the chase at gallant speed
Into a button-hole, and slept. With a silvery-white mouse for a steed;
In numberless ways
And the Queen ofttimes, from her finger white Did he win praise,
Would draw a circlet of jewels bright, And only for once was in disgrace;
And Tom would spring And they shut him, then, for some funny freak
Through the slender ring, In a mouse-trap dungeon for a week.
Nor so much as touch the glittering thing.
But soon or late
S-- Does pitiless fate
SBring an end to all, both small and great,
And, though Tom Thumb was a gallant knight,
H e died of a cruel spider's bite;
He fought, and 'tis true
How he well knew,
For he nearly cleft his foe in two.
But the spider won;
And the battle done,
STom died, to the grief of every one.




An old rhyme, still in common use among school-children, being
,"-. ii -'.- cried after one who has been detected in telling tales:

T ELL tale tit !
-i; Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in the town
Shall have a bit.

EY diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle Another old-time rhyme with school-children:
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed A/ULTIPLICATION is vexation,
To see the sport, Vi Division is as bad;
And the dish ran after the spoon. 'The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice makes me mad.

OCTOR Faustus was a good man, IRDS of a feather flock together,
He whipt his scholars n3w and then; B And so will pigs and swine;
When he whipped them he made them dance Rats and mice will have their choice,
Out of Scotland into France, And so will I have mine.
Out of France into Spain,
And then he whipt them back again.

T the battle of the Nile
I was there all the while,
I was there all the while,
A rhyme often said on going to bed: At the bale the Nile.
At the battle of the Nile.

"M ATTHEW, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on!
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head; OMPTY-iddity, row, row, row,
One to watch, one to pray,.. If I had a good supper I could eat it
And two to bear my soul away. now.


W HEN I was a bachelor UURNIE bee, burnie bee,
I lived by myself, Pray when will your wedding be ?
And all the bread and cheese I got If it be to-morrow day,
I put upon a shelf. Take your wings and fly away.

The rats and the mice
They made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London
To get me a wife. The rock. T OCK the dairy door,
LJ Lock the dairy door !
The hen. Chickle, chackle, chee,
l- i! I haven't got the key!

A favorite ditty with little children in naming the color of each other's

B LUE eye beauty,
Grey eye greedy,
The fields were so broad Black eye blackie,
And the lanes were so narrow, Brown eye brownie.
I had to take my wife home
On a wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow broke,
My wife got a fall,
And down came wheelbarrow,
Wife anid all.

DOGS in the garden, catch 'em, Towser;
SCows in the cornfield, run, boys, run ;--
Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run;
Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run.
G OOSEY, goosey, gander,.
"_ Where shall I wander ?
Up-stairs, down-stairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
H ICKUP, swicup, There I met an old man
Rise up, right up! Who wouldn't say his prayers,
Three drops in the cup I took him by the left leg
Are good for the hiccups. And threw him down-stairs.




LAZY and careless boy was Jack,'-
He would not work, and he would not play;
And so poor, that the jacket on his back
Hung in a ragged fringe always;
But 'twas shilly shally, dilly-dally,
From day to day.
At last his mother was almost wild,
And to get them food she knew not how;
And she told her good-for-nothing child
To drive to market the brindle cow.
So he strolled along, with whistle and song,
And drove the cow.
A man was under the wayside trees,
Who carried some beans in his hand all white.
He said, My boy, I'll give you these
For the brindle cow." Jack said, "All right."
And, without any gold for the cow he had sold,
Went home at night.
Bitter tears did the mother weep; -
Out of the window the beans were thrown,
And Jack went supperless to sleep ;
But, when the morning sunlight shone, )
High, and high, to the very sky,
The beans had grown.

They made a ladder all green and bright,
They twined and crossed and twisted so;
And Jack sprang up it with all his might,
S And called to his mother down below:
Itchity-hatchet, my little redjacket,
SAnd up Igo "
High as a tree, then high as a steeple,
S Then high as a kite, and high as the moon,
Far out of sight of cities and people,
He toiled and tugged and climbed till noon
And began to pant: I guess I shan't
Get down very soon i "


At last he came to a path that led .
To a house he had never seen before
And he begged of a woman there some bread ; '
But she heard her husband, the Giant, roar,. -
And she gave him a shove in the old brick oven,
And shut the door.

And the Giant sniffed, and beat his breast, "j. "
And grumbled low, "Fe,/ffo,fum ,/"
His poor wife prayed he would sit and rest, '-
"I smell fresh meat I will have some! ,...
He cried the louder, "Fe, fi, fo, fum!
I will have some."

He ate as much as would feed ten men,
And drank a barrel of beer to the dregs; .
Then he called for his little favorite hen,
As under the table he stretched his legs, -
And he roared Ho ho "--like a buffalo --
"Lay your gold eggs .

And at last the Gi l- ,,an t., sin.i, .
Jack waited a minute, then, growing bold,
He crept from the oven along the floor,
And caught the hen in his arms, and then
Fled through the door.

But the Giant heard him leave the house,
And followed him out, and bellowed Oh-oh
But Jack was as nimble as a mouse,
And sang as he rapidly slipped below :
"Hitchity-hatchet, my little red jacket,
And down Igo!"

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And the Giant howled, and gnashed his teeth.
Jack got down first, and, in a flash,
Cut the ladder from underneath;
And Giant and Bean-stalk, in one dash, -
No shilly-shally, no dilly-dally, -
Fell with a crash.
This brought Jack Tame, and riches, too;
For the little gold-egg hen would lay
An egg whenever he told her to,
If he asked one fifty times a day.
And he and his mother lived with each other
In peace always.



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This is a mother's game for baby's five toes or five fingers, and there are And still another:
various versions of it. Besides the one in the picture, it often reads:
Let's go to the wood, says this pig;
What to do there ? says that pig;
T HIS little pig had a bit of bread and butter. T o look for my mother, says that is pig ;
Thse To look for my mother, says this pig
This little pig had none, What to do with her ? says that pig ;
These little pigs say, wee, wee, wee, Kiss her to death, says this pig.
I can't find my way home.

"And yet another:
Another form:
This little pig says he wants some corn;
This pig went to the barn, This little pig says he don't know where to get any ;
This pig ate all.the corn, This little pig says go to grandpa's barn;
This said he would tell, This little pig says he can't jump over the sill;
This said he wasn't well, This little pig comes trotting on behind
This went week, week, week, over the door-sill. Crying, Wee wee wee "


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Hereis another game the little ones like--a merry trot on the knee.
The first movement is gentle and swaying, and the second abrupt and
S O ride the gentle folks,
So ride away.
So ride the country folks,
Hoppity-jig, hoppity-jig !
'Ihe second version is more varied and elaborate in both song and
This is the way the ladies ride; i
Tri, tre, tre, tree,
Tri, tre, tre, tree !
This is the way the ladies ride, Another with still more variety of motion:
Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree Here goes my lord,
A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot !
Here goes my lady,
A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter !
Here goes my young master,
Jockey-twitch, jockey-twitch, jockey-twitch,
"jockey-twitch 1

Here goes my young miss,
An amble, an amble, an amble an amble !
The footman lags behind to tipple ale and
"And goes gallop-a-gallop-a-gallop to make
up his time !

And another:

This is the way the gentlemen ride;
Gallop-a-trot!, .
This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot !

This is the way the farmers ride;
This is the way the farmers ride,
Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy To market ride the gentlemen,
So do we, so do we;
Another reads thus: Then comes the country clown,
Trot, trot to Boston Hobbledy-gee, hobbledy-gee !
To buy a loaf of bread! First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim!
Trot, trot home again, Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim !
And old Trot's dead Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot I


That little children shrank and tried to hide when he appeared;
His eyes were fierce and prominent, his long hair stiff like bristles,
His stature was enormous, and he wore a long blue beard -
He took his name from that through all the country round about him, -
And whispered tales of dreadful deeds but helped to make him feared.

iYet he was rich, 0!i very rich; his home was in a castle,
"Whose turrets darkened on the sky, so grand and black and bold
That like a thunder-cloud it looked upon the blue horizon.
He had fertile lands and parks and towns and hunting-grounds and gold,
And tapestries a queen might covet, statues, 'pictures, jewels,
While his servants numbered hundreds, and his wines were rare and old.

Now near to this old Blue-beard's castle lived a lady neighbor,
Who had two daughters, beautiful as lilies on a stem;
And he asked that one of them be given him in marriage -
He did not care which one it was, but left the choice to them.
But, oh, the terror that they felt, their efforts to evade him,
With careless art, with coquetry, with wile and stratagem !

He saw their high young spirits scorned him, yet he meant to conquer.
He planned a visit for them, or, 'twas rather one long fle;
i And to charming guests and lovely feasts, to music and to dancing,
a Swung wide upon its hinges grim the gloomy castle gate.
And, sure enough, before a week was ended, blinded, dazzled,
The youngest maiden whispered "yes," and yielded to her fate.


And so she wedded Blue-beard like a wise and wily spider
S He had lured into his web the wished-for, silly little fly! "il
And, before the honeymoon was gone, one day he stood beside her,
And with oily words of sorrow, but with evil in his eye, V
Said his business for a month or more would call him to a distance, ii
And he must leave her sorry to -but then, she must not cry I

" He bade her have her friends, as many as she liked, about her,
-- And handed her a jingling bunch of something, saying, "These
;j'i~ Will open vaults and cellars and the heavy iron boxes
S Where all my gold and jewels are, or any door you please.
Go where you like, do what you will, one single thing excepted! "
And here he took a little key from out the bunch of keys.


"J. This will unlock the closet at the end of the long passage,
But that you must not enter I forbid it and he frowned.
So she promised that she would not, and he went upon his journey.
And no sooner was he gone than all her merry friends around
Came to visit her, and made the dim old corridors and chambers
fi With their silken dresses whisper, with laugh and song resound.

Up and down the oaken stairways flitted dainty-footed ladies,
SLighting up the shadowy twilight with the lustre of their bloom;
Like the varied sunlight streaming through an old cathedral window
Went their brightness glancing through the unaccustomed gloom,
. But Blue-beard's wife was restless, and a strong desire possessed her
Through it all to get a single peep at that forbidden room.

And so one day she slipped away from all her guests, unnoted,
Down through the lower passage, till she reached the fatal door,
Put in the key and turned the lock, and gently pushed it opeh -
S But, oh the horrid sight that met her eyes! Upon the floor
There were blood-stains dark and dreadful, and like dresses in a wardrobe
There were women hung up by their hair, and dripping in their gore i

--- -- --


Then, at once, upon her mind the unknown fate that had befallen
The other wives of Blue-beard flashed 'twas now no mystery I
She started back as cold as icicles, as white as ashes,
And upon the clammy floor her trembling fingers dropped the key.
She caught it up, she whirled the bolt to, shut the sight behind her,
And like a startled deer at sound of hunter's gun, fled she 1

"She reached her room with gasping breath,-behold, another terror !
Upon the key within her hanc she saw a ghastly stain;
She rubbed it with her handkerchief, she washed in soap and water,
She scoured it with sand and stone, but all was done in vain i
"For when one side, by dint of work, grew bright, upon the other riI
(It was bewitched, you know, ) came out that ugly spot again !

And then, unlooked-for, who should come next morning, bright and early,
But old Blue-beard himself who hadn't been away a week !
He kissed his wife, and, after a brief pause, said, smiling blandly:
"I'd like my keys, my dear." He saw a tear upon her cheek,
And guessed the truth. She gave him all but one. He scowled and grumbled:
"I want the key to the small room /" Poor thing, she could not speak i

He saw at once the stain it bore while she turned pale and paler, ,.
" You've been where I forbade you Now you shall go there to stay I
Prepare yourself to die at once he cried. The frightened lady 1
Could only fall before him pleading : Give me time to pray "
Just fifteen minutes by the clock he granted. To her chamber
She-fled, but stopped to call her sister Anne by the way.

i | 0 sister Anne, go to the tower and watch !" she cried, "Our brothers
Were coming here to-day, and I have got to die !
Oh, fly, and if you see them, wave a signal! Hasten hasten i"
And Anne went flying like a bird up to the tower high.
Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ? "
Called the praying lady up the tower-stairs with piteous cry.


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=-" ," Oh Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ? "
". -''.- I see the burning sun," she answered, "and the waving grass! "
Meanwhile old Blue-beard down below was whetting up his cutlass,
And shouting: Come down quick, or I'll come after you, my lass "
One little minute more to pray, one minute more !" she pleaded -
To hope how slow the minutes are, to dread how swift they pass!

" Oh Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming? "
She answered: Yes I see a cloud of dust that moves this way.
"Is it our brothers, Anne ?" implored the lady. No, my sister,
It is a flock of sheep. Here Blue-beard thundered out: I say,
Come down or I' come after you Again the only answer :l
"Oh, just one little minute more, one minute more to pray v "

Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming ?"
SThe d s I see two horsemen riding, but they yet dre very far i "
She waved them with her handkerchief ; it bade them, "hasten, hasten!
Then Blue-beard stamped his foot so hard it made the whole wuse jar
And, rushing up to where his wife knelt, swung his glittering cutrass,
As Indians do a tomahawk, and shrieked: How slow you are !"

Just then, without, was heard the beat of hoofs upon the pavement, ,
The doors flew back, the marble floors rang to a hurried tread.
Two horsemen, with their swords in hand, came storming up the stairway,
And with one swoop of their good swords they cut off Blue-beard's head !
Down fell his cruel arm, the heavy cutlass falling with it,
And, instead of its old, ugly blue, his beard was bloody red !

";.. Of course, the tyrant dead, his wife had all his vast possessions
She gave her sister Anne a dower to marry where she would
f The brothers were rewarded with commissions in the army;
And as for Blue-beard's wife, she did exactly as she should, -
She wore no weeds, she shed no tears ; but very shortly after
Married a man as fair to look at as his heart was good.
Sa m"'-^al as as go

~- l~;s~---~-~~-~*



ST hese fam iliar lines w h ich aid nearly every m an w om an and child in re-
membering the number of days in each month, occur, with but slight change,
I- in an old play, called "The Returne from Parnassus," London, 1606:

' J T HIRTY days hath September,
SApril, June and November;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Save February which alone
'1 'Hath twenty-eight, and one day more
"We add to it each year in four.

ONCE in my life, I married a wife,
And where do you think I found her?
On Gretna Green in a velvet sheen, T HERE was a crooked man, and he went a
And I took up a stick to pound her. crooked mile ;
She jumped over a barberry bush, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked
And I jumped over a timber ; stile ;
I showed her a gay gold ring, He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked
And she showed me her finger. mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked

T HE lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown
Taffy is a nickname for a Welshman, or Welshmen collectively, just as
The lion beat the unicorn Sawney, a diminutive of Alexander, is Scotch. It is a mispronunciation of
All about the town ; Davy, or Davoy, a diminutive of David. The feast of St. David,the patron
Some gave them white bread saint of Wales, is on the i5th of March; hence this is a tale for that date
Some gave them white bread
Some gave them brown,
Some gave them plum cake T AFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;
And sent them out of town. L. Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beet
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;
Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin -
UNCH and Judy fought for a pie; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
Punch gave Judy a blow in the eye. I took up a poker and flung it at his head.


SING a song of sixpence, See a pin and let it lay,
A pocket full of rye, Bad luck you'll have all day.
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie ; HEY that wash on Monday
Have all the week to dry;
When the pie was opened They that wash on Tuesday
The birds began to sing; Are not so much awry;
Wasn't that a dainty dish They that wash on Wednesday
To set before the king? Are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday
The king was in the parlor Wash for very shame;
Counting out his money; They that wash on Friday
The queen was in the kitchen They wash in greatest need;
Eating bread and honey; And they that wash on Saturday
0, they are slack indeed.
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes, IF wishes were horses,
And along came a black-bird Beggars would ride
And nipt off her nose. If turnips were watches,
"I'd wear one by my side.

The next five rhymes belong, legitimately, to Folk Lore, rather than to
Child Lore, but are among the ancient proverbs that the children of to-day HE rose is red, the violet blue
constantly hear repeated : HE rose is red, the violet blue,
J The gilly-flower sweet and so are you :
SF you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for These are the words you bade me say
Idange; These are the words you bade me say
J danger; For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger ;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better ;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart ,'- V

A SWARM of bees in May ," --
Is worth a load of hay; '
"A swarm of bees in June .. '
Is worth a silver spoon;
"A swarm of bees in July
Is not vorth a fly.
THE girl in the lane that couldn't speak plain,
Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble."
EE a pin and pick it up, The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,
SAll the day you'll have good luck; Went hobble, hobble, hobble.




k.* -_ A pat of butter, and cakes of cheese,
I ,I Were stored in the napkin, nice and neat;
SAs she danced along beneath the trees,
As light as a shadow were her feet;
S And she hummed such tunes as the bumble-bee:
'I -- Hum when the clover-tops are sweet.

I Ii But an ugly wolf by chance espied
The child, and marked her for his prize.
I" I I What are you carrying there ? he cried;
"Is it some fresh-baked cakes and pies ?"
.- .-- -_. ._ And he walked along close by her side,
And sniffed and rolled his hungry eyes.

F you listen, children, I will tell
The story of little Red Riding-hood:
Such wonderful, wonderful things befell
Her and her grandmother, old and good/ .i
(So old she was never very well),
Who lived in a cottage in a wood.
Little Red Riding-hood, every day,
Whatever the weather, shine or storm,
To see her grandmother tripped away,
With a scarlet hood to keep her warm, i
And a little mantle, soft and gay,
And a basket of goodies on her arm.

"' A basket of things for granny, it is,"
She answered brightly, without fear.
S "Oh, I know her very well, sweet miss !
"Two roads branch towards her cottage here;
I'' 1' You go that way, and I'll go this,
See which will get there first, my dear! "-


He fled to the cottage, swift and sly; I
Rapped softly, with a dreadful grin.' -
"Who's there ?" asked granny. Only I! -
Piping his voice up high and thin.
"Pull the string, and the latch will fly! ll'
Old granny said; and he went in.

He glared her over from foot to head;
In a second more the thing was done 1 "
He gobbled her up, and merely said, .
She wasn't a very tend er one 1 -.
And then he jumped into the bed,
And put her sack and night-cap on.

Her innocent head on the pillow laid,
She spied great pricked-up, hairy ears,
And a fierce great mouth, wide open spread,
i iAnd green eyes, filled with wicked leers;
And all of a sudden she grew afraid;
Yet she softly asked, in spite of her fears :
Oh, granny what makes your ears so big ?"
Si i "To hear you with! to hear you with! "
'Oh, granny! what make your eyes so big ?"
_i "To see you with! to see you with! "
SI Oh, granny what makes your teeth so big ?'
S. "To eat you with to eat you with!"
And he sprang to swallow her up alive;
But it chanced a woodman from the wood,
J- Hearing her shriek, rushed, with his knife,
And drenched the wolf in his own blood.
....And inthat way he saved the life
Of pretty little Red Riding-hood.

And he heard soft footsteps presently,i
And then on the door a timid rap;
He knew Red Riding-hood was shy,
So he answered faintly to the tap :
"Pull the string and the latch will fly !" -
She did: and granny, in her night-cap, II

Lay covered almost up to her nose.
"Oh, granny dear !" she cried, "are you worse ?
"I'm all of a shiver, even to my toes !
Please won't you be my little nurse,
And snug up tight here under the clothes ? "
Red Riding-hood answered, "Yes," of course. -



A rhyme evidently the invention of some mother quite worn out with the Hallowell, an authority, says that the first three verses of this tale comprise
importunities of her children for stories: all of the original, and that the rest are a modern addition. The evidence of
the antiquity of the story lies in itself. The rhyming of laughing to coffin
in the third stanza establishes it, for this word was formerly pronounced lof-
fing, and was so spelt. In Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream, Act
LL tell you a story II, scene Ist; And then the whole quire hold their hips and loffe."
f. About Jack a-Nory -
And now my story's begun, LD Mother Hubbard
I'll tell you another
About Jack and his brother Went to her cupboard,
And now my story's done. To get her poor dog a bone;

I ',,

"F OR every evil under the sun 1'i
S There is a remedy or there is none: I
If there be one, try and find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

This proverb is from Benjamin Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac."

H E that would thrive
Must rise at five;
He that hath thriven
May lie till seven; I
And he that by the plough would thrive i J
Himself must either hold or drive.

G O to bed first, a golden purse; But when she came there
Go to bed second, a golden pheasant; The cupboard was bare,
Go to bed third, a golden bird And so the poor dog had none.


She went to the baker's She went to the barber's
To buy him some bread, To buy him a wig,
But when she came back But when she came back
The poor dog was dead. He was dancing a jig.

She went to the joiner's She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him a coffin, To buy him some fruit,
But when she came back But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing. He was playing the flute.

She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe,
But when she came back .--" "
He was smoking his pipe. -:
SF. n. ~_=
T ,w -

She went to the fish-monger's -
To buy him some fish, .
And when she came back
He was licking the dish.

She went to the ale-house
To get him some beer, She went to the tailor's
But when she came back To buy him a coat.
The dog sat in a chair. But when she came back
He was riding a goat.

S --: She went to the cobbler's

.'l ,But when she came back
S| He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress
l ,To buy him some linen,
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.

She went to the tavern She went to the hosier's
For white wine and red, To buy him some hose,
But when she came back But when she came back
The dog stood on his head. He was dressed in his clothes.

She went to the hatter's The dame made a curtsey,
To buy him a hat, The dog made a bow,
But when she came back The dame said, your servant,
He was feeding the cat. The dog said, bow, wow.


T HE ringing bells and the booming cannon
Proclaimed on a summer morn
That in the good king's royal palace
A Princess had been born.
The towers flung out their brightest banners,
The ships their streamers gay,
And every one, from lord to peasant,
SMade joyful holiday.
Great plans for feasting and merry-making
Were made by the happy king,
And, to bring good fortune, seven fairies
Were bid to the christening.

And for them the king had seven dishes
Made out of the best red gold,
Set thickly round on the sides and covers I
With jewels of price untold.
When the day of the christening came, the bugles
Blew forth their shrillest notes;
Drums throbbed, and endless lines of soldiers
Filed past in scarlet coats. And the fairies were there the king had bidden,
Bearing their gifts of good -
-1 But right in the midst a strange old woman
U Surly and scowling stood.
gi- -They knew her to be the old, old fairy,
f All nose and eyes and ears,
Who had not peeped, till now, from her dungeon
---- For more than fifty years.
Angry she was to have been forgotten
II JWhere others were guests, and to find
=_.I That neither a seat nor a dish at the banquet
To her had been assigned.

M -_

fAl~Y~~--~ ~ / WdII1~~-B


Wit a

Now came the hour for the gift-bestowing; "
And the fairy first in place
Touched with her wand the child and gave her -
"Beauty of form and face "

Fairy the second bade, Be witty
The third said, Never fail"
The fourth, "Dance well! and the fifth, "O Princess,
Sing like the nightingale !"

The sixth gave, "Joyin the heart forever "
But before the seventh could speak,
The crooked, black old Dame came forward,
And, tapping the baby's cheek,

"You shall prick your finger upon a spindle,
And die of it she cried.
All trembling were the lords and ladies,
And the king and queen beside.

But the seventh fairy interrupted, ,,
Do not tremble nor weep!
That cruel curse I can change and soften,
And instead of death give sleep!

But the sleep, though I do my best and kindest,
Must last for an hundred years i"
On the king's stern face was a dreadful pallor,
In the eyes of the queen were tears.

"Yet after the hundred years are vanished,"-
3F IThe fairy added beside, -
-" A Prince of a noble line shall find her,
And take her for his bride."

"_-"" But the king, with a hope to change the future,
Proclaimed this law to be :
That, if in all the land there was kept one spindle,
Sure death was the penalty.


The Princess grew, from her very cradle _-_- .---.
Lovely and witty and good;
And at last, in the course of years, had blossomed _
Into full sweet maidenhood. ---

And one day, in her father's summer palace,
As blithe as the very air,- -
She climbed to the top of the highest turret, --
Over an old worn stair

And there in the dusky cobwebbed garret,
Where dimly the daylight shone,
A little, doleful, hunch-backed woman 1 .
Sat spinning all alone. -

"/ 0 Goody," she cried, what are ... ---- "
Why, spinning, you little II., .-
T he Princess laughed: 'Tis so -, .. ,,1
Pray let me try it once i "

X1.--. ',' WVith a careless touch, from the hand of ( .. ,
.. r ti. half-spun thread, // \
.-- \'l I -i ...II. pricked her finger
"* "I r !'] -" 1 ,, .. t1- I-.h as if dead !

Si -- A I Goody shrieking, the frightened courtiers '
S '-\\ Climbed up the old worn stair
S' :l-,,- to find, in heavy slumber,
.- The Princess lying there.

S -They bore her down to a lofty chamber,
S' '-" '' They robed her in her best,
i -{'' I And on a couch of gold and purple
-, They laid her for her rest,
S! -. The roses upon her cheek still blooming,
i ". ';---- -- And the red still on her lips,
S_ __-- -- _- While the lids of her eyes, like night-shut lilies,
Were closed in white eclipse.
.-zt___-~ ----: -:-

-I ..Then the fairy who strove her fate to alter
,...-_-_-__- : -- -
From the dismal doom of death,
', '- Now that the vital hour impended,
Came hurrying in a breath.

a t And then about the slumbering palace
S- The fairy made up-spring
k- h wood so heavy and dense that never
=---------- -.- -- 7 -- -- Could enter a living thing.


And there for a century the Princess
Lay in a trance so deep
That neither the roar of winds nor thunder '_'
Could rouse her from her sleep. i '. .

Then at last one day, past the long-enchanted .
Old wood, rode a new king's son,, ',
Who, catching a glimpse of a royal turret I''
Above the forest dun

Felt in his heart a strange wi: ior exploring
The thorny and briery place, 1 .
And, lo, a path through the deepest thicket -''
Opened before his face:

On, on he went, till he spied a terrace, '
And further a sleeping guard, r
And rows of soldiers upon their carbines '- '
Leaning, and snoring hard. ---

Up the broad steps The doors swung backward
The wide halls heard no tread
But a lofty chamber, opening, showed him
A gold and purple bed.
Sg a He spoke the word, and the spell was scattered,
The enchantment broken through!
And there in her beauty, warm and The lady woke. "Dear Prince," she murmured,
The enchanted Princess lay! '
Th How long I have waited for you!
While only a word from his lips was needed _
To drive her sleep away. Thenatoncethe whole great slumbering palace
Was wakened and all astir;
-- --- Yet the Prince, in joy at the Sleeping Beauty,
SiI 'Could only look at her.

She was the bride who for years an hundred
Had waited for him to come,
I ,- And now that the hour was here to claim her,
--- Should eyes or tongue be dumb ?

S- The Princess blushed at his royal wooing,
-- owed "yes with her love ly head,
i And the chaplain, yawning, but very lively,
Came in and they were wed!
f B' ut about the dress of the happy Princess,
-B I have my woman's fears -
S- '- It must have grown somewhat old-fashioned
,_-_-_-_-_-- _-_ ____ ------ *_ In the course of so many years !

J1 N(;I.E,


Here is a small beetle, generally red or yellow, \ith black, red, yellow or ERE we go up, up, up,
white spots, which children call a lady-bug, or a lady cow, and they say over
thi, rhyme to it, believing that when it flies they can find where it lives. The And here we go down, down, downy,
stanza is of considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire, England : Ani here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, round.

L ADY bug, lady bug, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan. REAT A, little a,
J Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see.

He was so quick
e tu ed oe e i e Among weather-rhymes the following are favorites among children :
IHe tumbled over the timber
He bent his bow,
'He b t his AINBOW in the morning -
To shoot the crow, 1.1 take warning
And shot the cat in the window. I I take warning
Rainbow at night-
Shepherds' delight.

Daddy-long-legs, the popular name of the insect of the genus Tie,,ula, has "
a contemplative habit of lifting one of his long slender legs, as a sort of -- -
feeler, and it is well he has this habit, for when little boys catch him aind
question him, if lie does not indicate some direction with his foot, they are I'
apt to carry out their threat and dismember him:
"- ," --

G RAND-daddy-Long-Legs, tell me -_-.
Where my cows are, or I'll kill you!

RAIN, rain, go away,
Come again another day,
Little Johnny wants to play.

ACK be nimble, Jack be quick, SUNSHINY shower
Jack jump over the candle-stick. Won't last half an hour.


A S the days grow longer,
The storms grow stronger.
As the day lengthens *t --
The cold strengthens.

The sportsman's barometer: -
1' -A:^^ '-f^S^^- "- -'"
W HEN the wind is in the east,
""'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the north,
s nt USSY-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been ?
Skillful fishers go not forth I've been to London to look at the queen.
When the wind is in the south,
When the win is in the sth, Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth ; 1
It bw the bin i in the sest' m h I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
When the wind is in the west.
Then 'tis at the very best.

This epitome of pie-life, used to teach little children the alphabet, is more
St. Within's day is the 15th of July, and it is an old belief that if it rains tha two centuries old, as a preacher in 1671, refers to it in a work of hi
on that day it will continue to rain for forty days. This is founded on a tra- at that time, by way of illustration:
dition that St. Swithin, who was the bishop of Winchester, gave directio::s
on his dea'h-bed that he should be buried on the north side of the minster,
under the droppings from the eaves; and when the monks, in violation of
his wishes, attempted to place his remains under the chancel, he testified his WAS an apple pie;
displeasure by causing a rain of forty days' continuance: B bit it

T Switlin's day, if thou dost rain, C cut it;
For forty days it will remain; D dealt it
St. Swithin's day if thou be fair E eat it;
For forty days 'twill rain na mair. F fought for it;
G got it;
H had it;
J joined it;
03 rhyme still in use concerning dreams: K kept it

"F RIDAY night's dream L longed for it;
1 mourned fcr it;
On the Saturday told, N nodded at it
N nodded at it;
Is sure to come true
Be it never so old. opened it;
P peeped in it;
Q quartered it;
R ran for it
Anoi;er form runs thus: S stole it;
T took it;
S ATURDAY night's dream, V viewed it ;
Sunday morning told. W wanted it;
Is sure to come to pass X, Y, Z. annperse-ann,
Before you're a week old. All wished for a piece in hand.




.r The youth sighed heavy sighs,
I And laughed a scornful laugh:
S' { i- .li i l 1'i Of all the silly things I know,
SI You're the silliest, by half!"
i Still, after a space of doubt and thought,
.I. The pair of boots and the bag were bought.
S. J.. iAnd Puss, at the peep of dawn,
..,. i Was out upon the street,
"i, i LWith shreds of parsley in her bag,
'And the boots upon her feet.
She was on her way to the woods, for game,
And soon to the rabbit-warren came.

A MILLER had three sons, L
And, on his dying day, '
He willed that all he owned should be I .
Shared by them in this way: '- ''1
The mill to this, and the donkey to that, "
And to the youngest only the cat. / :, ', r

This last, poor fellow, of course -
Thought it a bitter fate;
With a cat to feed, he should die, indeed,
Of hunger, sooner or late. --,-' i
And he stormed, with many a bitter word, -
Which Puss, who lay in the cupboard, heard.
And the simple rabbits cried,
"The parsley smells like spring "
SV And into the bag their noses slipped,
i" ; ; i And Pussy pulled the string.
." Only a kick, and a gasp for breath,
S\' And, one by one, they were choked to death.
.' So Sly Boots bagged her game,
-' And gave it an easy swing
S Over her shoulder; and, starting off
For the palace of the king,
She found him upon his throne, in state,
While near him his lovely daughter sate.
She stretched, and began to purr, Puss made a graceful bow
Then came to her master's knee, No courtier could surpass,
And, looking slyly up, began: And said, I come to your Highness from
"Pray be content with me The Marquis of Carabas.
Get me a pair of boots ere night, His loyal love he sends to you,
And a bag, and it will be all right! With a tender rabbit for a stew."


And the pretty princess smiled, ]
And the king said, Many thanks."
And Puss strode off to her master's home, /
Purring, and full of pranks.
And cried, "I've a splendid plan for you '
Say nothing, but do as I tell you to I
"To-morrow, at noon, the king -
And his beautiful daughter ride;
And you must go, as they draw near,
And bathe at the river side."
The youth said Pooh but still, next day,
Bathed, when the king went by that way. '

"" F I have heard it said," she purred,
"That, with the greatest ease,
"You change, in the twinkling of an eye,
"Into any shape you please!"
"Of course I can the Ogre cried,
'And a roaring lion stood at her side.
Puss shook like a leaf, in her boots,
'- But said, "It is very droll !
Now, please, if you can, change into a mouse!"
He did. And she swallowed him whole!
She stood on the palace porch and cheered.
S'Twas a grand old palace indeed,
Builded of stone and brass.
"Welcome, most noble ladies and lords,
"T ,q of I CTo the Castle of Carabas!"
y Puss said, with a sweeping courtesy;
"T_ ,- And they entered, and feasted royally.

Puss hid his dingy clothes
"In the marshy river-grass, RE k 4 M
And screamed, when the king came into sight,
"The Marquis of Carabas -e
My master is drowning close by! b s '
Help! help i good king, or he will die I
Then servants galloped fast,
And dragged him from the water.
" 'Tis the knight who sent the rabbit stew," -
The king said, to his daughter.
And a suit of clothes was brought with speed, -
And he rode in their midst, on a royal steed.
Meanwhile Puss, in advance, And the Marquis lost his heart
To the Ogre's palace fled, At.the beautiful princess' smile;
Where he sat, with a great club in his hand, And the very next day the two were wed,
And a monstrous ugly head. In wonderful state and style.
She mewed politely as she went in, And Puss in Boots was their favorite page,
But he only grinned, with a dreadful grin. And lived with them to a good old age.



It will be pleasant for those of a merry nature to know that a jolly reputa- An exercise calculated to promote nimbleness of tongue -great fun when
tion can survive so many years as has that of Old King Cole, for he lived in repeated in concert:
the third century after Christ. He was as popular a man in his own day as
these verses have been about hinl since, and when he ascended the throne it
was amid tlhe acclamations and rejoicings of his people. There is evidence
besides the rhyme, that they were a musical family, for tradition says that his HEN a twister a-twisting. will twist him a
daughter was well-skilled in music, and the seventeenth century version of V twist,
the song, from which ours is modernized, says that :
For the twisting his twist, he three times doth intwist ,
But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist
SThe twine that untwineth, untwisteth the twist.
T HERE was fiddle fiddle,
And twice fiddle fiddle,
r 'twas my lads birth, Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
For twas my lady s birthday,
Therefore we k p holiday He twists, with the twister, the two in a twine;
Therefore we keep holiday.
Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,
He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.

3 The twain that in twining, before in the twine,
',' --- As twines were intwisted, he now doth untwine
S 'Twixt the twain intertwisting a-twine more
S' He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.

""- ------

Also for repeating in concert:

Old King Cole T HIS is the Key of the kingdom.
Old King Cole |
Was a merry old soul, In that kingdom there is a city:
And a merry old soul was he; In that city there is a town ;
He called for his pipe, In that town there is a street;
And he called for his bowl, In that street there is a lane
And he called for his fiddlers three. In that lane there is a yard
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, In that yard there is a house;
And a very fine fiddle had he ; In that house there is a room
Twee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the In that room there is a bed;
fiddlers. On that bed there is a basket;
Oh there's none so rare In that basket there are some flowers;
As can compare Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three Bed in the room. Etc., etc., (backwai-tl.)


Cr I HAD four brothers over the sea;
I -. They each sent a Christmas present to me.
The first sent a cherry without any stone;
The second sent a bird without any bone
bIf "'< jJ The third sent a blanket without any thread;
S / The fourth sent a book no man could read.
-' 1How could there be a cherry without any stone ?
'. ' -.- How could there be a bird without any bone ?
How could there be a blanket without any thread ?
S- -. -How could there be a book no man could read ?
S- When the cherry's in the blossom it has no stone
When the bird is in the egg it has no bone;
When the blanket's in the fleece it has no thread;
When the book is in the press no man can read.
T HERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know
what to do ;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed.

IMPLE Simon met a pieman -- _
Going to the fair; ---
Says Simple Simon to the pieman, -
Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, OCTOR Foster went to Gloucester,
"Show me first your penny ;" In a shower of rain;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman, He stepped in a puddle up to his middle,
"Indeed I have not any." And never went there again.

Simple Simon went a fishing
For to catch a whale:
All the warer he had got
All the w he had got .WO little dogs were basking in the cinders ;
Was in his mother's pail.
STwo little cats were playing in the windows
When two little mice popped out of a hole,
Simple Simon went to look And up to a fine piece of cheese they stole,
If plums grew on a thistle ; The two little dogs cried, Cheese is nice !"
He pricked his fingers very much, But the two little cats jumped down in a tribe,
Which made poor Simon whistle. And cracked the bones of the two little mice,



""' .. --' -- -- T OOR, pretty little thing she was,
":. -1 The sweetest-faced of girls,
With eyes as blue as larkspurs,
S --" And a mass of tossing curls;
/ But her step-mother had for her
St While she thought her own two ugly crows,
J~-y i ,-- I' 4 < s The whitest of all birds.
SShe was the little household drudge,
And wore a cotton gown,
Si While the sisters, clad in silk and satin,
Flaunted through the town.
When her work was done, her only place
==- Was the chimney-corner bench,
For which one called her Cinderella,"
The other, "Cinder-wench."

But years went on, and Cinderella ---. JP1
S Bloomed like a wild-wood rose,
S In spite of all her kitchen-work,
And her common, dingy clothes;
While the two step-sisters, year by year, -" ,'I''-.
Grew scrawnier and plainer; '-
Two peacocks, with their tails outspread, I ,
Were never any vainer.i '-
One day they got a note, a pink,
I Sweet-scented, crested one,
SWhich was an invitation ,'
To a ball, from the king's son. ,'
i Oh, then poor Cinderella .1
AH' ad to starch, and iron, and plait,
/ And run of errands, frill and crimp, -(.
'-And ruffle, early and late.

I :. I And when the ball-night came at last,
Sx .' She helped to paint their faces,
S| lTo lace their satin shoes, and deck
[. Them up with flowers and laces;
SThen watched their coach roll grandly
S Out of sight; and, after that,
""In the cinders, with the cat,


And sobbed as if her heart would break. -"
Hot tears were on her lashes,.
Her little hands got black with soot, I '"
Her feet begrimed with ashes, -
When right before her, on the hearth, i f '
She knew not how nor why, I .
A little odd old woman stood, ,
And said, "Why do you cry? 'I f ?"-'
"It is so very lonely here, i
Poor Cinderella said,
And sobbed again. The little odd ---- /I
Old woman bobbed her head, "
And laughed a merry kind of laugh.
And whispered, "Is that all?
., Wouldn't my little Cinderella
,, i, "- Like to go to the ball ? / '

'- -, Run to the garden, then, and fetch
:f lm' "'-k-L' V ,"" N- A pumpkin, large and nice;
l Go to the pantry shelf, and from
The mouse-traps get the mice;
S. Rats you will find in the rat-trap;
S' '- 'And, from the watering-pot,
S Or from under the big, flat garden stone,
Six lizards must be got."
i' i i ii' hH Nimble as crickets in the grass
li '' She ran, till it was (lone,
And then God-mother stretched her wand
-.. I !' And touched them every one.
Si The pumpkin changed into a coach,
S '. Which glittered as it rolled.
"l I i '-I i \ And the mice became six horses,
iO With harnesses of gold.
I I'_ l One rat a herald was, to blow
I '' A trumpet in advance,
i" I And the first blast that he sounded
I,' l' 1 Made the horses plunge and prance;
S --f And the lizards were made footmen,
'i" i i Because they were so spry;
Silli And the old rat-coachman on the box
i I Wore jeweled livery.
~^ ~ 1IAI I And then on Cinderella's dress
The magic wand was laid,
"" /',,' And straight the dingy gown became
SlA glistening gold brocade.
--'. The gems that shone upon her fingers
". Nothing could surpass;
----And on her dainty little feet
Were slippers made of glass.


" Be sure you get back here, my dear,
At twelve o'clock at night," 1 V ii
Godmother said, and in a twinkling i i i
She was out of sight. ,
Wnen Cinderella reached the ball, I .-
And entered at the door, "' i' -
So beautiful a ladvy ,-
None had ever seen before. I' -"
Ieewradlc, K.
The Prince his admiration showed I ,.C ,
In every word and glance; ....- '
He led her out to supper, i .
And he chose her for the dance; "'
But she kept in mind the warning I, -
That her Godmother had given, i' i I
And left the ball, with all its charms, i i ,:
At just half after eleven. ''
Next night there was another ball; J '' '
She helped her sisters twain i'' '.'i!
To pinch their waists, and curl their hair,
And paint their cheeks again.'
Then came the fairy Godmother, ." U .. I'
And, with her wand, once more
Arrayed her out in greater splendor
Even than before. i -

I I he coach and six, with gay outriders,
SI I' And a crowd was gathered round to look,
-.- The lady was so sweet, -
i- So light of heart, and face, and mien,
As happy children are;
A nd when her foot stepped down,
I. J Her slipper twinkled like a star. T
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,'' / Again the Prince chose only her
-' : '.-- For waltz or tete-a-tete;
S- So swift the minutes flew she did not
.. Dream it could be late,
: I ,But all at once, remembering
I '" / What her Godmother had said,
I ,. ,. .And hearing twelve begin to strike
i Upon the clock, she fled.

.i I She darted, but, alas!
"" Dropped from one flying foot the tiny
i l 1 Slipper made of glass;
But she got away, and well it was
She did, for in a trice
S Her coach changed to a pumpkin,
And her horses became mice;

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And back into the cinder dress
Was changed the gold brocade -
The prince secured the slipper,
Si And this proclamation made:
That the country should be searched,
And any lady, far or wide,
--1 Who could get the slipper on her foot, '
". I',' Should straightway be his bride. ,

S'' So every lady tried it,
With her "Mys!" and "Ahs!" and "Ohs !
.. i'' i, 'And Cinderella's sisters pared
"'' '' Their heels, and pared their toes, -
S; But all in vain Nobody's foot
'I Was small enough for it,
J', "l/ Till Cinderella tried it,
~I ij I And it was a perfect fit. '

i : Then the royal heralds hardly
S,' Knew what it was best to do, '
S' When from out her tattered pocket
~'-, While the eyelids on the larkspur eye-
/ Dropped down a snowy vail,
l And the sisters turned from pale to re.
Ij And then from red to pale,
1',' \ ) r I -
... And in hateful anger cried, and stormed, ,
And scolded, and all that, j
A| And a courtier, without thinking, ,
I: Tittered out behind his hat.: '
For here was all the evidence ':.
i,;i'I' The Prince had asked, complete,
Two little slippers made of glas. ,
"Fitting two little feet. ) .
So the Prince, with all his retinue,.
Came there to claim his wife; -,
And he promised he would love her /
With devotion all his life. -' "
At the marriage there was splendid -
Music, dancing, wedding cake;
And he kept the slipper as a treasure "
Ever, for her sake.

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The King Arthur, whose deeds are recounted in this fragment, was none Among the little games with face and hands for the amusement of babies
other than Britain's hero.-Tennyson's "blameless prince; and the Queen those given below are the most popular:
who fried the pudding was the beautiful Guinevere. The flowers of chivalry
and romance that have blossomed so plentifully about their names have not
been more enduring than this little grotesque immortelle: AT-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker's man,
._ So I will, master, as fast as I can.
W HEN good King Arthur ruled the land, Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
He was a goodly king; And put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
He stole three pecks of barley-meal
To make a bag-pudding. These lines are used in a play with the toes There are many versions ot
the song in English, and it is also found in Danish.

S HOE the colt,
Shoe the wild mare
Here a nail,
There a nail,
Yet she goes bare.

i Another version:

So HOE the old horse,
S-S Shoe the old mare,
But let the little coltie go bare.

A bag-pudding the king did make These lines accompany a rapid crossing and uncrossing of baby's fec,
which are held by the ankles 1
And stuffed it well with plums ;
And in it put great lumps of fat, HIS is the way the old farmer rides to mill,
As big as my two thumbs. Lig-a-log,

The king and queen did eat thereof, Lig-a-log,
And noblemen beside; Lig-a-log.
And what they did not eat that night
Z A play with baby's face:
The queen next morning fried.
BROW brinky,
-Eye winky,
Chin choppy,
L ITTLE fishy in the brook, Nose noppy,
Papa caught him with a hook, Cheek cherry,
Mamma fried him in the pan, Mouth merry.
And Baby ate him like a man (Each feature being touched as the line is repeated.)

K NOCK at the door (tapp ig the orehead) These rhymes are usel in "counting out"-an important feature in
many childish games, as iat determines which one is to assume a certain part,
.Peep in, (lifting the eyelid) to "blind or to hold the vantage point. The children stand in a row, and
Lift up the latch, (puling te nose) the operator begins with the rhyme, giving a word to each as he counts, the
Lift up the latch, (ullone who receives the last one being "out." The process is repeated until
And walk in. (opening the mouth and putting there is but one left, and he is recognized as the chosen one.
in the finger.)

H ICKERY, dickery, 6 and 7,
And another: Hollowbone, crackabone, o1 and n,
Spin, span, Muskidan,
Twiddle 'urn, twaddle 'um, 2I.
H ERE sits the Lord Mayor, (forehead)
Here sit his two men, (eyes)
Here sits the cock, (right cheek) -NE-ERY, two-ery, ziecary zan;
Here sits the hen, (lft cheek) 0 Hollowbone, crackabone, nine-ery ten
Here sits the little chickens, (tip of the nose) Spittery-spot, it must be done;
Here they run in, (mouth) Twiddle-run, twaddle-run, twenty-one.
Chin chopper, chin chopper,
Chin chopper-chin (chuck the chin.)
E ERY, iry, hickary hum,
Filison, follison, Nicholson, John,
Old rhyme by which counting is taught: Quever, quaver, English mayer,
Stringalum, strangleum, buck!
ONE, two, three, four, five, (clasping baby's hand)
I caught a hare alive;
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, NTERY, mintery, cutery-corn,
I let him go again. (Lettingitgo.) 1 Apple seed and apple thorn;
Wire, brier, limber-lock,
Five geese in a flock,
Sit and sing by a spring,
O-u-t and in again.

School children use these rhymes when starting to run a race:

O NE to make ready.
Two to prepare,
'" Good luck to the rider,
S -- 'And away goes the mare.

And also this ;

B AH, bah, black sheep, have you any wool ? NE to make ready,
Yes, Mary, have I, three bags full; Two to show,
One for my master, and one for my dame, Three to start,
But none for the little boy crying down the lane. And four to go.




Yes ran away to London city!
'. il Poor little lad! he needs your pity;
S-)!, i' For there, instead of a golden street,
S' The hot, sharp stones abused his feet.

:. ,-- So tired he was he was fit to fall, -
.. ", Yet nobody cared for him at all;
4 __. l' He wandered here, and he wandered there,
"N \ '' 'N With a heavy heart, for many a square.
,I And at last, when he could walk no more,
S- He sank down faint at a merchant's door.
S---'I And the cook-for once compassionate -
"- Took him in at the area-gate.
D ICK, as a little lad, was told
That the London streets were paved with gold.
He never, in all his life, had seen '
A place more grand than the village green;
So his thoughts by day, and his dreams by night, .
Pictured this city of delight, '"
Till, whatever he did, wherever he went, -
His mind was filled with discontent.

To pare potatoes, and scour pans,

I To wash the kettles and sweep the room
And she beat him dreadfully with the broom
And he staid as long as he could stay,
S- And again, in despair, e ran away.

There was bitter taste to the peasant bread, Out towards the famous Highgate Hill
And a restless hardness to his bed; He fled, in the morning gray and chill;
So, after a while, one summer day, And there he sat on a wayside stone,
Little Dick Whittington ran away. And the bells ot Bow, with merry tone.
Little Dick Whittington ran away. And the bells ot Bow, with merry tone.


Jangled a musical chime together,
Over the miles of blooming heather: :
"Turn, turn, turn again, Whittington, \ *
Thrice Lord Mayor of London town!"

And he turned -so cheered he was at that- -''
And, meeting a boy who carried a cat, --.
He bought the cat with his only penny,-
For where he had slept the mice were many.
Back to the merchant's his way he took, -:- -
To the pans and potatoes and cruel cook,
And he found Miss Puss a fine device, Then the Moorish king spoke up so bold:
For she kept his garret clear of mice. I will give you eighteen bags of gold,
If you will sell me the little thing."
t "I will!" and the cat belonged to the king.

-" When the good ship's homeward voyage was done,
"" .- The money was paid to Dick '. I .,r.., ;
At his master's wish 'twas put in trade;
"Each dollar another dollar made.
Richer he grew each month and year,
Honored by all both far and near;
With his master's daughter for a wife,
He lived a prosperous, noble life.

And the tune the Bow-bells sang that day,
The merchant was sending his ship abroad, When to Highgate Hill he ran away, -
And he let each servant share her load; "Turn, turn, turn again, Whittington,
One sent this thing, and one sent that, Thrice Lord Mayor of London town,"
And little Dick Whittington sent his cat.
The ship sailed out and over the sea,
Till she touched at last at a far country; .--'- -' -
And while she waited to sell her store,.- ]
The captain and officers went ashore. -

They dined with the king; the tables fine
Groaned with the meat and fruit and wine;. ,
But, as soon as the guests were ranged about, -
Millions of rats and mice came out. *
They swarmed on the table, and on the floor,. .;-* -
Up from the crevices, in at the door,
They swept the food away in a breath, "
And the guests were frightened almost to death !

To lose their dinners they thought a shame. In the course of time came true and right,
The captain sent for the cat. She came He was Mayor of London, and Sir Knight;
And right and left, in a wonderful way, And in English history he is known,
She threw, and slew, and spread dismay. By the name of Sir Richard Whittington!



"W EE Willie Winkie One child, called the "Old Buzzard," sits upon the floor, or in summer,
upon the grass, and the rest joining hands, move in a circle round her, sing-
S Runs through the town, ing meantime:
Up-stairs and down-stairs
In his night-gown, T IP-ANY, pip-any, cran-y-crow,
L I went down to the well to wash my toe,
The cat's asleep, the crow's awake,
S'Tis time to give my chickens some meat,
What o'clock is it, old Buzzard ?
-" 'l ( :, '* '*

/ / -- I .ONE, going on two.

Hip-any pip-any, cran-y crow,

Tapping at the window, ETC. ETC.
Crying at the lock,
"Are the babes all in bed? OLD BUZZARD.
It's now ten o'clock." TWO, going on three.

And so on until she reaches eleven going on twelve," the children paus
ing each time in their circling as they ask the question, What o'clock is it,
Old Buzzard?" Then the following dialogue takes place:
O NE misty, moisty morning, C. Where have you been?
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather; 0. B. To pick up sticks.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin, C. Whatfor
How do you do, and how do you do
And how do you do again? O. B. To light my fire.

C. What for?

O. B. To boil my kettle.
Among ancient games for children, the following are still popular, and in
use in all parts of the country: C. What for ?
H IP-I-TY-HOP to the barber shop,
To buy a stick of candy; 0. B. To cook some of your chickens.
To buy a stick of candy;
One for me, and one for you, At this the children run away as fast as they can, and Old Buzzard tries to
And one for sister Miranda. catch one of them. The one caught is the next to personate old Buzzard.


This game is played as follows : A string of boys and girls, each holding This is the way we sprinkle our clothes,
by the preceding one's skirt or coat, approach two others who hold up their
joined hands forming a double arch. At the singing of the rhymes they pass ETC. ETC.
under the arch, each anxious to get to that point before the last words are This is the way we iron our clothes,
sung, for then down come the hands and the most immediate one is caught, ETC. ETC.
and must take the place of one of the arch-makers:

Another very old play similar to the last, is called Washing the Lady's
OW many miles to Barnegat ? Dishes." Two girlsclasp both of each other's hands, swing their arms, and
finally turn backtoback, swiftly winding in and out under each other's arms,
Three score miles and ten. their hands still remaining clasped. They repeat in sing-song concert:
Can I get there by candle-light ?
Yes, if. your legs are limber light XT ASH, wash the lady's dishes,
You can get there by candle-light, Hang 'em out upon the bushes,
If the bears don't catch you t'
If the bears don't catch you When the bushes begin to crack
Hang 'em on the beggar's back,
Another similar game has the following rhyme: When the beggar begins to run
Shoot him with a leather gun !

D RAW a pail of water
For the farmer's daughter; Rhyme often used in "casting lots" to choose catcher" or "see'.er.
My father is king, my mother is queen, The children join hands and circle slowly to the words, each droppingto the
My two little sisters are dressed in green ; ground with the last line as quickas possible:
One we rush, two we rush, REEN grow the rushes, 0,
Pray thee, my lady, come under my bush Green grow the rushes 0,
Green grow the rushes O -
These lines are repeated in a game where one child holds a wand up to the (Raidly.) One that squats last shall be blindfolded
faces of all the others in succession, making wry grimaces himself, mean-
while, for the purpose of making them laugh. The one who laughs first
must pay a forfeit:

B UFF says Buff to all his men, .

Buff neither laughs nor smiles,- -t '':
But carries his face
With a very good grace,
And passes the stick to the very next place. i '

A household game for little girls is this, sung to the tune of the "Bar-
berry Bush," They stand either in a row or circle, and as they sing go
through the various motions of the work. ETTY Pringle had a little pig,

_t) wNot very little and not very big;
T HIS is the way we wash our clothes, When alive he lived in clover,
Wash our clothes, wash our clothes. But now he's dead he's dead all over.
This is the way we wash our clothes, So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried.
So early in the morning. And Betty Pringle she lay down and d.ed;
This is the way we dry our clothes, So there was an end of one, two and three
ETC. ETC. Billy Pringle he,
This is the way we starch our clothes, Betty Pringle she,
ETC. ETC. And Piggy Wiggee.


A I H, very, very poor was she -
. _Old Dame Pig, with her children three !
Robust, beautiful little ones
Were those three sons,
Each wearing always, without fail, ,
A little fanciful knot in his tail.

But never enough of sour or sweet i
Had they to eat i
And so, one day, with a piteous squeak,
Did the mother speak: .
"My sons, your fortune you must seek L "
And out in the world, as they were seft,

S- But the pig replied,
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin "
The old wolf grumbled, and added beside,
"Then I'llhuff and I'll puff and I'll blowyourhouse in !"
"He was gray and big,
S.- And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in,
And he ate up the poor little pig.

"Trotting along, the first one saw
A man who carried a bundle of straw.
"Give me some straw for a house and bed,'
The little pig said.
Straightway, not even waiting a bit,
The kind man did as he was bid ;
And the little pig built a house of it.

But he was no more than settled, before
A wolf came along and knocked at the door,
Tap-tap, and cried,
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in I "'


S. He was fierce and big,
And he huffed and he puffed,
S _And he puffed and he huffed,
"'I t.- -. *i And he blew the house in,
And he ate up the poor little pig.
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The very next day, i -
All blithe and gay, '
The second little pig went marching awvay -'-
To the world to find his fortune. And when ', '
He met two men,
Who bore on their shoulders bunches of turze,
"My gentle sirs,'
Give me some furze for a house and beda" -
The little pig said. ,V
They gave it him freely, every whit,--
And the little pig built a house of it. .
S-- ..

And then the third little pig went out,
S' W ith his curly tail and his saucy snout,
"Up to all kinds of pranks and tricks
i And he met a man with a load of bricks,
And he said, I suppose
S. You are perfectly willing to give me those ? "

.'/ By the begging he got them every one,
And in a trice
"Was the house begun,
\ And very shortly the house was done,
'\ Plastered and snug and nice.

But he could no more than get in before '
The wolf came along and knocked at the door: .
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in !" "-
But the pig replied,.
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin "
Then the old wolf growled, and added beside, -
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blowyour house in!"

And all his puffing,
S The house would not fall in :
SAnd so, despite
-I His appetite,
He was forced to go with never a bite,
f 3" .- And for once, at least, was cheated out
S- 1 Of the little pig with the saucy snout.
Of the wily kind,
SThough, he was, and he whined,
S 'i "I know, little pig, where we can find
Some nice fresh turnips Pig grunted, Where ?
"* ., O, over at Smith's, in his home field-
It's not far there.

And along came the same wolf as before,
And knocked at the door, --,
Thump, thump, and cried, ..
" Little pig, little pig, let me come in I "'
But the pig replied,
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin -'
Then the wolf filled his cheeks out on each side, .
Like a bellows, to blow,
And he howled, O ho !
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

Well, he huffed and he puffed and he huffed, -
And he puffed and he huffed and he puffed, -=
But with all his huffing, '

--. : But what should the little pig contrive
But to rise at five
'. Next day, and to go through the early dew
To the field where the turnips grew;
They were plenty and sweet,
And he ate of them all he cared to eat,
And took enough for his dinner, and then
I ' Went home again.

.. The wolf came promptly at six o'clock,
--Gave a friendly knock,
SAnd asked the pig, Are you ready to go ?
Why, I'd have you know
_F'7- I've already been there, and beside
_-__ __2__ __ I've enough for dinner," the pig replied.


Pig thought he should fall from where he sat,
Si ? So heavy his heart went pit-a-pat.
But he answered, The nicest under the sun !
-- I'll throw down one "

''* The wolf ran after it as he threw it,
... i -- ^ And, before he knew it,
\- T' he pig was out of the tree, and as fleet
/,'c As his four little feet
'.- Could scamper he fled,
-- -- On, into his house, while after him sped
SThe wolf, with a savage voice and face,
S' In a furious chase.
-He was long and slim,
''' But the little pig proved too swift for him.
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The wolf saw then
He was cheated again
But, I know where's a lovely apple tree,"
In a winsome voice said he.
And the wise little pig, from where he sat, j ji
Peered out and smiled. "Where's that ?"
"At the AMerry Garden; if you'll be fair, -
And it's pleasant weather, _
We two together
At five in the morning will go there." 1'

Ah, sly and cunning
The little pig was, for as early as four
He was out next day, and running, running, ..
Hoping to get the apples before
The wolf was up. But the apple-tree -
Proved twice as far as he thought wouldd be.

He climbed the boughs in the greatest haste,
And thought to himself, I'll only taste,

But soon, crunch, crunch,
He had eaten a score then what should he see
But the big gray wolf just under the tree !

Yes, there he stood,
Trying to look as meek as he could,
And he said, Little pig, are the apples good ? "


S- i Yet in due time -for I suppose
S|He was nearly starved his pattering toes
-Were heard again at the little pig's door.
Such a haunted look his visage wore,
I 1', 'r" -. i lWhen the tale he told
\i, Of the beast that bumped and bounded and rolled,
S I! 'i Up hill, down hill, and everywhere,
I And chased him away from the Shanklin Fair i

S' Then, with all his might,
T'he little pig laughed outright,
Giving a jocular, scornful shout
With his saucy snout,
A s he cried, 0, how would you like to learn
'n '' 'Twas a churn, and that I was in the churn !"

-- --- .- ". Then the wolf exclaimed, I hate your tricks,
S Your bolted door and your house of bricks
I'll eat you anyway y-that I'll do
S- I'll come down the chimney after you "

Still, he came again the very next day,
And he knocked and called Little pig, I pray,
You will go to the Shanklin Fair with me.
Be ready, and I will call at three "- -

Now the pig, as he had always done, i
Got the start of the wolf, and went at one.
At the fair he bought him a butter churn, -
And with it started out to return; --
But who should he meet- -
The very first one he chanced to spy ,-'AI "' .
Upon the street,
But the wolf and it frightened him dreadfully.

So he crept inside I
His churn to hide
It began to roll; he began to ride;
Around and around,
Along the ground,
He passed the wolf with a bump and bound. 1"

He was frightened worse than he'd frightened the pig.
By the funny, rumbling rig; .
And he fled in dismay -
Fir out of his own and the little pig's way.


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But the pig built a fire, high and hot,' -
And filled with water his dinner pot, i
And just as the wolf came down the flue,
Scraping his ribs as he slipped through,
What did he do
But lift the cover, and let him fall
Into the pot -hide, hair and all!

And what next he did
Was to slide the lid
Quick over the pot; "It's boiling hot -
It'll maybe cook him, and maybe not,
He cried in glee,
But I'll let him be,
And when it is dinner-time I'll see!" I / ,

That day he dined quite to his mind;
And he mused to himself, I'm half inclined
To think, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, /
That this is the best way to take wolves in "

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S OLOMON Grundy. IGGLEDY, Piggledy,
Born on Monday, My black hen,
Christened on Tuesday, She lays eggs
Married on Wednesday, For gentlemen;
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday;
This is the end ,
Of Solomon Grundy.

T HERE was an old woman lived under the hill,
And if she's not gone she lives there still ;
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, Sometimes nine,
And she's the old woman that never told lies. And sometimes ten,
Higgledy, piggledy,
My black hen !

LOW, wind blow and go, mill go,
That the miller may grind his corn,
T HE man in the noon
That the baker may take it, T Cane doin too soon
Came down too soon
And into rolls make it,
., And asked his way to Norwich ;
And send us some hot in the morn.
He went by the south,
So blow, wind, blow, and go, mill go H n ,
And burnt his mouth
With eating cold plum-porridge.

T HERE was an old woman, and what do you
think ? T HERE was a jolly miller
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink ; Lived on the River Dee,
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, Said he, I care for nobody,
Yet this grumbling old woman could never be quiet. If nobody cares for me.


"T HE two gray kits,
"T And the gray kits' mother,
.- All went over
S- The bridge together.
The bridge broke down,
My- t They all fell in,
.'r- ."May the rats go with you."
Says Tom Bowlin.
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L ITTLE boy blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's
in the corn; HAD a little pony,
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep ? His name was Dapple Gray,
lie's under the hay-stack fast asleep; I lent him to a lady,
Will you wake him ? No, not I. To ride a mile away.

She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire:
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.

HREE little kittens lost their mittens;
T And they began to cry,
Oh! mother dear, we very much fear
That we have lost our mittens.
Lost your mittens you naughty kittens !
Then you shall have no pie. '"
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. i '
No, you shall have no pie.' .
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.

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T HERE was a man of our town,
And he was wondrous wise:
He jumped into a bramble-bush.
And scratched out both his eyes ; IDEa cock horse to Banbury Cross,
And when he saw his eyes were out, I To see a young woman jump on a white
With all his might and main horse;
He jumped into another bush, With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And scratched them in again. She shall have music wherever she goes.


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L I PTLE king Boggen, he built a fine hall, A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall ; Bumpety bumpety bump,
The windows were made of black puddings and With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
white, Lumpety lumpety lump.
And slated with pancakes you ne'er saw the like.
A raven cried croak, and they all tumbled down,
Bumpety bumpety bump;
The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown,
Lumpety lumpety lump.

The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
OW many days has my baby to pla ? Bumpety bumpety bump,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday, And vowed he would serve them the same next day,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Lumpety lumpety lump.
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Perhaps of all lullabies this is the mot universal:

P RETTY John Watts. -
We are troubled with rats, ... .
Will you drive them out of the house ? .
We have mice too in plenty, ,-.
That feast in the pantry- -
But let them stay and nibble away, .
What harm in a little brown mouse ?

ROCK-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
IGADOON, rigadoon, now let him fly, When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
Sit upon mother's foot, jump him up high And down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.


This isahnmt as well kno n: .. /fARY, Mary,
I.V Quite contrary.
\VE, baby bunting, How does your garden grow ?
Daddy's gone a- huning, Silver bells,
Mother's gone to buy a skin And cockle-shells,
To wrap the baby bunting in. And pretty maids all of a row.

In ,tl ,h
All to buy a rabbit skin,
To wrap up baby bunting in.

L ITTLE Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffct,
", ; -... lEating of curds and whey;
There came a little spider,
'- ; ''.-Who sat down beside her,
S- And frightened Miss Muffet away.

A favorite lullaby in the nlrth of England tifty years ago, and perhaps still
heard. The last word is pronounced bee.
P USSY sits behind the log,
"H UlSH-a-bye, lie still and sleep, How can she be fair ?
It grieves me sore to see thee weep, Then comes in the little dog,
For when thou weep'st thou wearies me. Pussy, are you there ?
Hush-a-bye. lie still and bye. So, so, dear Mistress Pussy,
Pray tell me how do you do
I thank you, little dog,
V I'm very well just now:
How are you ?

T ETER, Peter, pumpkin-eater.
17' Had a wife and couldn't keep her
lHe put her in a pumpkin-shell,
And then he kept her very well.
R OCK -a-be, baby, thy cradle is green, Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen, Had another and didn't love her:
Betty's a lady and wears a gold ring, Peter learned to read and spell,
And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king. And then he loved her very well.


S' HAT was Bo-Peep ? Can anyone guess?
W' | W hy, little Bo-Peep was a shepherdess! -, -_ -'-"
VAnd she dressed in a short white petticoat, '-
,. And a kirtle of blue, with a looped-up look,
i-. / And a snowy kerchief about her throat,
And held in her hand a crook.

What eyes she had, the little Bo-Peep! '
They had tears to laugh with, and tears to weep.
So fringy, and shy, and blue, and sweet, \ \
That even the summer skies in color,
Or the autumn gentians under her feet,
Less tender were and duller.

Now, a shepherdess ought to watch her sheep; I
But the careless little girl, Bo-Peep,' .
Was hunting for late wild strawberries, '
The sweetest her tongue had ever tasted;
They were few in number, and small in size, '
Too good, though, to be wasted.

And in that way the little Eo-Peep,
The first she knew, had lost her sheep __
To the top of the nearest knoll she ran, About and about went little Bo-Peep;
The better to look the pasture over; Her feet grew tired, the hills were steep
She shaded her face, and called, Nan Nan "
But none of them couldAnd in trying her fears to overcome
She sighed, "I don't know where to find 'em.
-- ----- --- But let 'em alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind 'em !"

- -- So down sat trustful little Bo-Peep,
S. And in a minute was fast asleep!
l Arm over her head, and her finger-ends
All red with the fruit she had been eating;
S' While her thoughts were only of her lost friends
nd she dreamed she heard them beating.

'Twas a happy dream for little Bo-Peep;
4 As she lay on the Srass, her flock of sheep,
S With scatter and clatter and patter of feet,
"_ Came hastening from all ways hither, thither;
First one would bleat, then another would bleat,
Then b-a-a a-a all together !


---- Yet all of them stood, and tried to keep
At a little distance from Bo-Peep!
S- They knew her voice, and were very glad
To have her come with her crook to find them, i
But they felt so strangely because they had
Not a single tail behind them.

S' The innocent-faced old mother-sheep,
Who bleated and stamped to greet Bo-Peep,
S r ' With their tails shorn close, were odd enough; ,
S\ I But the very oddest of all was when a' i
S' Group of the lambs went galloping off,
S"All legs, and hadn't any !

S*Though sorry enough was little Bo-Peep
That the tails were lost from her pretty sheep,
/ She murmured, I'll find them easily,
S',-1 -- And there's very little good in crying '
So away she went, and at last, in a tree,
.-'" -_ _.-- "She saw them hung a-drying !
She piled them up in a great white heap,
But ah, it was only while Bo-Peep And the best she could do, poor little Bo-Peep i
Was tired enough to stay asleep Was to try to fasten them where they grew -
Watr ed en g t sta a p Or that was, at least, what she intended, -
That her flock was with her; for when she woke, BOt sh d t ea, he nene,
SiBut if she did it I never knew, ;*
Rubbing her eyes to see the clearer,
She found that her dream was all a joke, For now my story is ended
And they were nowhere near her. .

Tearful and sorrowful grew Bo-Peep!
Down from her lashes the tears would creep;

Before it should be too dark to find them ;' "
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,.
For they'd left their tails behind them

Did she laugh or cry, our little Bo-Peep, / .
To see such a comical crowd of sheep ?
There were plenty of bodies, white and fat;
And plenty of wide mouths, eating, eating;'
Plenty of soft wool, and all that; .
And plenty of noisy bleat ng; /



L ITTLE Tom Tucker 'nis is the dog,
Sings for his supper ; That worried the cat,
What shall he eat ? That killed the rat,
White bread and butter? That ate the malt.
That lay in the house that Jack built.

i This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
", That worried the cat.
Si- That killed the rat,
""' That at the malt,
-"That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
How shall he cut it That tossed the dog,
Without e'er a knife ? That worried the cat.
That killed the rat.
How will he be married, That the
Without e'er a wife ?That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
T HIS is the house that Jack built. That tossed the dog
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
s is t That ate the malt,
This is the malt,
Th i the That lay in the house that Jack built.
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest, all shaven and shorn,
This is the rat, That married the man all tattered and torn,
That ate the malt, That kissed the maiden all forlorn.
That lay in the house that Jack built. That milked the cow with the crumpled horn.
That tossed the dog,
This is the cat, That worried the cat,
That killed the rat, That killed the rat,
That ate the malt, That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built. That lay in the house that Jack built.


This is the cock that crowed in the morn, ARK, hark,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, H The dogs do bark.
That married the man all tattered and torn, Beggars are coming to town;
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, Some in jags,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, Some in rags,
That tossed the dog, And some in velvet gowns.
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt, _
That lay in the house that Jack built. -- .

This is the farmer who sowed the corn, .] .' -
That fed the cock that crowed in the morn, I ,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn. .
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, --
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt.
That lay in the house that Jack built.
ESSY kept the garden gate,
And Mary kept the pantry
Bessy always had to wait,
While Mary lived in plenty.

HREE children sliding on the ice

SUpon a summer's day
S- It so fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.

Now had those children been at home,
HERE was an old woman tossed up in a Or sliding on dry ground,
blanket Ten thousand pounds to one penny
Nineteen times high as the moon; They had not all been drowned.
Yet whither she went I could not tell
For in her hand she carried a broom ;
Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I, Now parents, all that children have,
Oh whither, oh whither, oh whither so high ? And you that have got none,
To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky, If you would have them safe abroad,
And I'll be back again by-and by. Pray keep them safe at home.


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A IWEE, wee womn -..
Was little old Dame Fidet To sweep for the cinders,
And she lived by herself T i never were there any,
In a wee, wee room, he whisked about, and brushed about,
Humlminuo like a bee;
And early every morning, He u' in like a bee;
So tidy was her habit, 'i od eno one dy
S'e began to sweep it out -*-.- Ti She found a ilverpenny,
With a wee, wee broom. : in a corner,
a.. we: we As bright as bright could be.
-She eyed t, sle to i I
S Between her thumb and finj e, r
I .,., She put it in the sugar bowl .
And quickly shut tile lid ,,
d after planningover careful e
-- he Way to spend it,
SShe resolved to go to market
And to buy herself a kid. t
All. T'he kid proved very lazy.
A .. ,- ndt it noed toward home so sIowly
A ., She ouldt scarcely see it cra,-l;
-- t first she coaxed and petted it,

Just then Dame Fidgt sw a do rn b nd then she stormed and scolded,
Ju st then Dame Fimt saw a dog -n b, ill at last, when they had reached the bridge,
And whistled to him, I'lno. ial.
And cried:-- Pray og bite kid I not go at all.
Kid won't go ,l
I see by the moonlight / "" "
'Tis almost midnight,. .
And time kid and I were home
Half an hour ago *
:- ,.':.- "'- -. ut no, he sai,; I, ,"1.' 7-
.' J- .'S o to the stic] .1,. i.i, |..:. ,
*A -," P ra y stick ,., I
Kid won't
"I see by the in i,
"t"d' 'is almost .
.a f' And tim e kid a l I ,,, I..,. --
"Half an hour


, But the stick didn't stir,
S\ So she called upon the fire:-
S.. Pray fire burn stick, stick won't beat dog,

". '- I ,S i s almost midnight,
%' I' d time kid and I were home
t., Half an hour ago! .
But the fire only smoked, ""
So she turned and begged the water:- -
" Pray water quench fire, fire won't burn stick, T- -- r
Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid,
Kid won't go ,
I see by the moonlight
'Tis already midnight,
And time kid and I were home ,i
An hour and a half ago !"
A' Ha, ha! the water gurgled,
So to the ox appealing :--
-_ it. \" IPray ox drink water, water won't quench fire,
Fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog,
1 Dog won't bite kid,
i wo Kid won't go
"." And I see by the moonlight
'7 'Tis already n-idnight,
Ii And time kid and I were home
But the ox bellowed nc A h half ago 1 0 :
So she shouted to the butcher:-
" Pray butcher kill ox, ox won't drink water, '
Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick d .. -
Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid, 'w b'/it kid -t
Kid won't go! o I
I see by the moonlight '
"Tis getting past midnight, ', .
And time kid and I were home /
An hour and a half ago!
But the butcher oul" laugliedt at l1cl,
And to the rope she hurried:-
-- .' Pray rope hang butcher, butcher won't kill ox,
/ ._,' j Ox won't drink water, water won't quench fire,
'-- Fi-- ire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog,
*,; lDog won't bite kid,
Si I I" Kid won't go!
S- And I see by the moonlight
'Tis getting past minidnight,
And time kid and I were home .-
"An hour and a half ago." -


The rope swayed round for "nayv!" *
So to the rat she beckoned: -
"Pray rat gnaw rope, rope won't hang butcher,
Butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water,,
Water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick, i
Stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite kid,V -
Kid won't go -!
And I see by the moonlight 1 -l
'Tis long past midnight, '
And time kid and I were home A scornful sci'.. ik -,i: -I1 l. 1 -. N ..A .-
A couple of hours ago !" And so she called the kitten:-. "."
"Pray cat eat rat, rat won't gnaw rope, ''--
SRope won't hang butcher, butcher won't kill ox,
Ox won't drink water, water won't quench fire,
Fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat d... -
-Dog won't bite kid,
.. _-. Kid won't go! i- '. -_-
-...i ." *.... And I see by the moonlight .
"Tis long past midnight, .-
S,, And time kid and I were home
Hours and hours ago!"

S' Now pussy loved a rat,

S/ 'And the cat began to eat the rat,
The rat began to gnaw the rope,
"/' The rope began to hang the butcher,
,-. \ 4... The butcher began to kill the ox,
"- ."-jc The ox began to drink the water,
/ The water began to quench the fire,
S.'. The fire began to burn the stick,
"The stick began to beat the clog,
The dog began to bite the kid,
SAnd the kid began to go!
And home through the moonlight,
"" Long after midnight, /
\ 'The little dame and little kid
Went trudging-oh, so slow! i /


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T 1 the11d
C,: LP Ulf 1BSlli"Uj /

I i I,, i lat way, forward, back,
IR1c pendulum to and fro,
i' i I t ular, always slow.
*% :;I I l :) '- 1ilemn on the wall, -
ji: I i i H i ,' I'-per! hear it call!
jIA11i jj Iiil- 'l (;,:. knows naught of Time,
1 Iiill, I 1.1r 1 1i Lid the mystic rhyme, -
S1 i' // i .. k.ry, dickory, dock I
'T- i' .:.use ran up the clock !
SI k tick-tack!
tI I .' ce with figures black!
'1 '' 4 1 1( 1 1, nal, stormy days
i i I I .I 1 m his out-door plays,
I .1 I 1i 1 'ir It cares for is to sit
t''' I LA I! .- I I -e h ou r strik es h e th in k s,-
j W1R : ..I.-i head has the little Ginx!)
S,,,, II, .lck strikes one,
Sii '.e run down!
I 1i. 1 -l.-i I tick-tack!
i r! i t way, forward, back!
UZIS ilJ- t'i measured and precise,
I i l..w: : it full of mice.
\ A- I.I-. 'H'- up at every tick,
r. 1. /. i ii.- stroke comes, scampering quick,
SI, 1 ..J. n again; so they go,
"I" 1. -I.- i I and to and fro !
4I.. I.F.-,- dickory. dock,
i ,il ...t i, ce is the clock



S_ I X y OU owe me five shillings,
1 Say the bells of St. Helen's.

1\ I i- will you pay me ?
S",. "-S ay the bells of Old Bailey.

-- When I grow rich,
Sw Say the bells of Shoreditch.
B OW, wow, wow,
Whose dog art thou ? When will that be ?
Little Tom Tinker's dog, Say the bells of Stepney.
Bow, wow, wow.
I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

JACK in the pulpit, out and in, Two sticks in an apple,
Sold his wife for a minikin-pin. Ring the bells of Whitechapel.

Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

L ITTLE Robin Red-breast sat upon a tree, Kettles and pans,
Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he; Say the bells of St. Ann's.
Down came Pussy-cat and away Robin ran:
Says little Robin Red-breast, Catch me if you can." Brickbats and tiles,
Little Robin Red-breast hopped upon a wall, Say the bells of St. Giles.
Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall.
.Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy Old shoes and slippers,
say ? Say the bells of St. Peter's.
Pussy-cat said Mew," and Robin flew away.

H ANDY-Spandy, Jack-a-Dandy JOG on, jog on, the footpath way,
Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy. J And merrily jump the stile, boys:
He bought some at a grocer's shop, A merry heart goes all the day,
And pleased, away went, hop, hop "on. Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.


I HAD a little hen, The original of the Three Blind Mice," set to music, was published ar
The prettiest ever seen, London in i6o09
She washed me the dishes,
And kept the house clean.
She went to the mill, T HREE blind mice, see how they run !
To fetch me some flour, They all ran after the farmer's wife,
And always got it home Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,
In less than an hour. Did you ever see such fools in your life ?
She baked me my bread,
She brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire, .
And told many a fine tale.

"H ERE'S A, B, C, D, I
E, F, and G, __. .. -
H, I, J, K,
L, M, N, 0, P,
Q, R, S, T,
U, V, W,
X, Y, and Z.
And oh, dear me, A S I was going along, long, long,
When shall I learn A singing a comical song, song, song,
My A, B, C ? The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,
And so I went singing along.


S. '/ i, HERE was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay ;
A- calf came out, and smelt about,
-- And the little boy ran away.

ROSS patch,
C Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin; T ITTLE Robin Redbreast
Take a cup Sat upon a rail:
And drink it up, Niddle noddle went his head,
Then call your neighbors in. And waggle went his tail.


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For all were merely lads ; not one was able So small he was when he was born, so tiny
To earn the crust of bread, Since then he had become,
Though scant it might be,coarse and black and humble, That for he was no bigger than your finger-
With which he must be fed. They called him Hop-o'-my-Thumb.

And, worst of all, the youngest one was puny, Now at this time, for days and days together,
So odd, and still, and slight, There fell no drop of rain;
That father, mother, and the other brothers, The corn shrunk on the stalks ; and in the sunshine
Thought him not over bright. Rustled the shriveled grain;

S- As if a fire had swept across the meadows '
-,\i They shriveled in the drouth ; I'
~- i IAnd what this meant for the poor fagot-maker ''''
Was famine, without doubt.

S. One night he sat before a smouldering fire,

o ITrying with those weak wits of his to compass
or all weSome scheme for their relief.

o His wife above the feeble embers hovered,n he hd
-With which heAnd wrung her toil-hcard hands him oo'
She knew there was no help for their starvation '
No hope in making plans.g fire,


At last he spoke: Ah, bad luck to the trying, .
I cannot find them food I
To-morrow morning with me to the forest
I'll take the little brood !
" I cannot bear to watch this piece meal starving,
So, while they run and play,
Or gather fagots for me, or pick berries
To eat, I'll come away "
"Oh!" groaned the wife, "I'm sure the wolves will
eat them,
Poor dears poor little dears A
Yet do as you think best we all must perish .
Then went to bed in tears.

Meanwhile, though all the rest were sleeping soundly,
Hop-o'-my-Thumb had heard,
And at the thought of wolves and woods, in terror
His little heart was stirred ;
And so he lay and planned ; and early dressed him,
And ran with all his might ,
Down to the river, where he filled his pockets
With pebbles small and white.
And, as they started for the wood, he lingered .. _
Somewhat behind, and when -
They came to dismal places, dropped in secret
A pebble now and then.

Thick grew the trees; 'twas twilight in their shadows,
"Although broad day without
_- But gay the ladies at the fagot-picking
'Went scampering about,

And chattering like a flock of busy sparrows;
Till, having hungry grown,
S-" They 'urned to ask their mother for their dinner,
And found they were alone

Then all but Hop o'-my-Thumb wailed out fi,.
Don't cry so hard I" said he. .
":' I'll find the path, if you'll but keep together
And try to follow me .

By the white stones strewn n the dead pine needle ,
Though night had fallen, he soon .
Led the way out, and spied their humble cottage, -.4.
Low lying neathh the moon.


They hurried near, and, pausing at the window,
Hop-o'my-Thumb climbed up, I
And peeped within; his father and his mother' I '
Were just about to sup.

Some one had paid them two gold guineas L '
On an old debt; and when
They went for beef for two, they were so hungry I!
They bought enough for ten. '

Quick as a flash the ravenous seven went rushing '
Pell-mell into the house, a
Nor left, of the fine roast upon the table,
Enough to feed a mouse. '

It all went well long as the money lasted.
When that was gone, once more
The father planned to take them to the forest, u
And leave them as before.

Hop-o'-my-Thumb,who heard again the plotting,
Crept from his trundle-bed,
But in the place of pebbles in his pockets
Put only crumbs of bread.
Again they went, through brier and through thicket,
Into the darksome wood,
S, Again he dropped his clues along the pathway
Behind him when he could.
But when once more they found themselves deserted,
And little Hop-o'-my-Thumb
S, : '' Felt sure to lead them out, he found the finches
SS Had eaten every crumb !

"Then what to do! They wandered hither, thither,
For hours in dread and fear,
Until at last they saw, with fitful glimmer,
,,A feeble light appear.
It shone but faintly, like a single candle,

They reached a house and knocked; the doorwas
After a brief delay,
And a kind woman asked them what they wanted.
""- They said: "To stay all night."
.. Run, run away The faster you run the better "
She answered in affright.


An Ogre lives here, cruel and bloody minded!
SRi He eats up little boys! i
.. Run, run! I hear him coming from the mountains,
"I know him by the noise i
-7. o' i{
I t we can't run, we are so faint and tired I "
Hop-o'-mv-Thumb. began -
"-I 's all the same \whether the wolves shall eat us,
'I Or your good gentleman."

S I ... t..... them in, fed them, and hid them -.
S II underneath her bed ;
.\ I 1,m,,,1. more they heard approaching, '. "
io ,op tramp an awful tread !

It was the Ogre coming home; his supper S..
Was steaming nice and hot, -
Two calves upon a spit, ten rabbits roasting, ,i
A whole sheep in the pot.
*1l I
iM I. LI ii .1 i 'Ii. ''ifted and snortedA

... .. I ...1.. ...,, I .. .. d by and trembled, '!
Ill ,' l 1 "
I ,,, .I.. td.I- I s 'r1 is the mutton scorching;
I; 1 I-, I. d browned too fast;
,iI. I i .... I I,. .. peering around and under, 1,
\, I. ,: I,: 1 the bed at last,
%, led them one by one out, fairly shouting
At little Hop-o'my-Thumb,
'I[.: lads would make, towards a dinner,
Six mouthfuls and one crumb.

"O0, leave them till to-morrow!" cried the woman;
"You've meat enough to-night."
II -. I have," he said, I'll wait a little.
Ah ugh they're plump and white."

"-' Now it so chanced the Ogre had seven daughters,
And all slept in one bed,
In a large room, and each wore for a nightcap
A gold crown on her head.

And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, when all the house was quiet,
Into their chamber crept,
And the gold head-bands for himself and brothers
Stole from them while they slept.


Wicked and sly it was; he knew the Ogre
Would, no doubt, rise at dawn,
And, being but half awake, would kill the children,
Who had no night-caps on.

And, sure enough, he did i He was so drowsy,
And fogs so veiled the sun,
That, whetting up a huge, broad-bladed dagger, -
"He slew them, every one.

Then Hop-o'-my-Thumb, awakening his brothers,
Whispered: Make haste and fly I
S- Without a word they did as they were bidden.
In twinkling of I.:

Out in the drizzly mist of a gray morning,
Off through the chill and dew,
And none too soon Within an hour the Ogre
His dreadful blunder knew.

" Wife, fetch my seven-league boots at once he
"I'll catch the vipers yet i "
He stamped his feet into the magic leather
With many a mu ered threat;

hill 1-
---UI~S~%: P "Dl"t, 1'r I. LI,'- i ,, -,'r .: [,.
--- ,, .i ,1 .:.

-H.: h .-,oured the country, rumbling like a tempest;
Far, near, they heard his roar,
Until at last his seven-league feet grew tired,
."tAnd he could go no more.

And down he lay to rest him for a minute-
..--I -The day had grown so hot -
Close to a rock where lay the seven children,
SAlthough he knew it not.

., t ) Hop-o'-my-thumb spoke softly to his brothers,.
"Run fast as ever you can,
And leave me to take care of Mr. Ogre."
_- And hurry-scurry they ran.
A .\.I-I Hop-o'-my-Thumb, creeping from out his crevice.
" '\ lWith greatest caution drew

Th.r.: gre's boots off (these would shrink or widen
,. Just as you wished them to),


And put them on himself. Then he decided ,
To hasten to the king; i
And, as he traveled towards the royal palace, i '
Each boot was like a wing. I

There was a war. The king had need of service' i- l''' i
In carrying the news. .i
He heard his tale, and said, "I'll use this fellow .
Who wears the magic shoes."

So little Hop-o'-my-Thumb made mints of money, I ,l I
And his whole family' ,
Lived very easy lives, and from his bounty 'i
Grew rich as rich could be.

As for the Ogre, in his sleep he tumbled And Hop-o'-my-Thumb,whose influence in high places
Down from that ledge of rock, Was certain to prevail,
And was so bumped and bruised he never rallied, Made the kind Ogress, who had hidden and fedthem,
But perished from the shock. Duchess of Draggletail.


_- -._ _




T HERE was a piper who had a cow,
But he had no hay to give her;
So he took his pipes and played a tune,
Consider, old cow, consider!

The cow considered very well,
For she gave the piper a penny
That he might play the tune again
Of Corn rigs are bonnie."
JACK Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

S OME mice sat in a barn to spin,
Pussy came by and popped her head in,
Shall I come in and cut your threads off ?"
"Oh, no, kind sir, you'll snap our heads off."

WHO killed Cock Robin ?
S' "I," said the Sparrow,
-'- I With my bow and arrow,
i, !' .S -'- "-- ,'l'ji I killed Cock Robin."

I : -- Who saw him die?

Who caught his blood ?
I," said the Fish,
With my little dish,
And I caught his blood."

IF all the world was apple pie Who made his shroud ?
And all the sea was ink, I," said the Beetle,
And all the trees were bread and cheese, With my little needle,
What should we have for drink? And I made his shroud."


Who shall dig his grave ? F all the seas were one sea,
I," said the Owl, What a great sea that would be !
"With my spade and show, And if all the trees were one tree,
And I'll dig his grave." What a great tree that would be !
And if all the axes were one axe,
Who'll be the parson ? What a great axe that would be!
I," said the Rook,
"I," si te Rook, And if all the men were one man,
"With my little book, What a great man he would be!
And I'II be the parson,"
d And if the great man took the great axe
Who'll be the clerk ? And cut down the great tree
I," said the Lark, And let it fall into the great sea,
If it's not in the dark, What a splish-splash that would be!
And I'll be the clerk."

Who'll carry him to the grave ?
I," said the Kite,
If 'tis not in the night, T OM Brown's two little Indian boys,
And I'll carry him to his grave." One ran away,
The other wouldn't stay -
Who'll carry the link ? o r w n't
I sTom Brown's two little Indian boys.
I," said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
And I'll carry the link."

Who'll be the chief mourner ?
Who'll be the chief mourner ? This brief biography of Jack Horner seems to be all-sufficient to children,
I," said the Dove, and yet the redoubtable boy did other things as worthy of commemoration as
I mourn for my love, "pulling out a plum." That achievement was only one of his Witty
Tricks and pleasant Pranks played from his youth to his riper years," that are
And I'll be chief mourner." set down in a history, of which this is but a fragment. The rhyme is founded
upon an old tale of Jack and his step-dame."
Who'll bear the pall ?
"We," said the Wren, ITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner
Both the cock and the hen, Eating a Christmas pie
'Eating a Christmas pie;
" And we'll bear the pall.'1
And we'll bear the pall." He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum

Who'll sing a psalm? And said "What a brave boy am I! "
I," said the Thrush,
As she sat in a bush,
" And I'll sing a psalm."

And who'll toll the bell ?
I," said the Bull,
"Because I can pull ;" \ i
And so, Cock Robin, farewell. I

All the birds in the air .T '
Fell to sighing and sobbing, --_
When they heard the bell toll_
For poor Cock Robin.