A museum of wonders and what the young folks saw there

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A museum of wonders and what the young folks saw there explained in many pictures
Opper, Frederick Burr, 1857-1937
Opper, Frederick Burr, 1857-1937 ( Illustrator )
George Routledge and Sons ( Publisher )
Egolf, Robert
Place of Publication:
London ;
New York
George Routledge & Sons
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 32 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Curiosities and wonders -- Juvenile poetry ( lcsh )
Magicians -- Juvenile poetry ( lcsh )
Magic -- Juvenile poetry ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1884 ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1884 ( rbgenr )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
poetry ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Publisher's advertisements on back cover.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by F. Opper.

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University of Florida
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Do not forget to see the

Imitation Elephant.
Refreslhnient Stand.
Stuffed Animals.
El-ectic Battery.
Policeman and the Museum.
Bowliln Alley.
Wonders of the Heavens.
Lightifing Caricaturist.
Bojinaarte Crossing the Alps.
Musical Wonder.
Long-Hlaired Lady.
Long-Haired (Gentleman.
Silhouette Cutter.
Sea Serpent.
Wonderful Sharp-Shooter.
Boy on Stilts.
Doll's Ascension Balloon.
Living Skeleton.
Learned Pig.
Fat Lady.
Distorting Mirror.
Amazed Sight-Seers.

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But all in order now they walk, on through the sunny street,
And they feel a sort of pity for the little ones they meet-
Not every one can have a treat this charming summer day;
For some must work while others sport, so wears the world away.
As they near the mystic portals, comes a wond'rous burst of sound,
"Tirra, lirra, toot, toot, toot," the children stare arotmd;
They feel a little timid and clutch each other's hand,
Till Aleck cries out stoutly: "Don't you see it is the band ?"
Yes! there they were, and in full force, the lean man with the drum,
That seemed in thunder tones to call on all the world to come;
And a little dapper dandy that on a cornet blew
So sweetly that the public were drawn in before they knew.
Then there was a portly fellow, with a very jolly face,
Who tooted on a little horn with perfect ease and grace.
"I wonder why," said Nelly, "they don't give that twisted thing
To this great fat monster here, who can blow like anything;
The little horn would better suit this little man, and then-"
"Oh! much you know," said Aleck, "girls cannot judge for men."
Would you like to hear what the band did play,
'Twas "Over the hills and far away."
And the fat man thought of the Fatherland,
And the tiny cottage in the snows,
Girt by the mountains on either hand,
Where summer kindled the Alpine rose.
And the lean man, with the drum,
Thought of a day that was gone,
When war's wild call beat through the land,
And he saw his friends fall on either hand,
And he was left alone.
But the cornet man blew loud and fast; he had no sorrow in his past.


They had heard of giants old,
And in fairy tales been told
How they fattened up their victims and heeded not their groans,
Little girl pudding and baby sauce,
Little boy pie for second course,
While they laughed with wicked glee as they gaily picked the bones.

So when they saw draw near
This enormous grenadier,
In his epaulettes and spurs, why a chill crept through their hair;
But Aleck scorned such fear,
And cried out so all could hear,
"Say! Ain't you kind of lonesome way up there in the air?"

He was not like giants old,
For his heart was good as gold,
And he gazed upon the children with a broad good-natured smile.
He was not devoid of feeling,
Though his head could touch the ceiling,
And he held on to the chandelier to brace him up the while.

"I'm a young, new-fashioned giant,
And my disposition's pliant,
No 'Fee-fo-fum' about me, you can bet your life on that.
Little boys are not my fare,
I prefer a beefsteak rare,
Or a kidney stew, or saddle roast with plenty of the fat.

And for dessert, best of all,
Meet me at the orchard wall,
I can reach the finest pippins from the very tallest trees;
If you like the juicy fruit,
And will fix the hour to suit,
I will gather for my little friends as many as they please."

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T ,et up tiei r own honey in oo n.
And dihey sailed and sailed foi that d i t an t shore,
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In story books we've read and heard of elephants a score,
And many a famous one we've seen, brought from a foreign shore;
We know what wise things they can do, and how they keep in mind
The tricks of naughty children and pay them off in kind.
You've read about the elephant to whom a 'prentice lad
Fed peppery cakes that burnt his mouth--it really was too bad!
The graceless youth just laughed with glee at every queer grimace
And said: "What fun it is to see an elephant make a face!"
And then that evil 'prentice lad went on his reckless way,
But all! he had to pass that elephant each day;
And the wily beast' just filled his trunk with water thick and foul,
And he gave that 'prentice such a bath as made him wildly howl;
So, children, just remember this, and bear it in your mind-
If you are kind to elephants, they also will be kind.
There was Jumbo, too-the children's friend-the greatest of them all!
He could look down on every one, he was so very tall;
And yet he gave himself no airs-was always good and mild-
And did not scorn to carry the tiniest little child.
You've heard of the white elephant, just brought from o'er the sea--
The sacred least to whom the priests of India bend the knee?
They say he's not so white as one would naturally think;
Indeed, there is a rumor that he is rather pink ]
But he's not the kind of animal that you see every day-
He's the whitest thing in elephants-that's all there is to say.
So Barnum cried: "Ye poets all, now resting on your bays,
Come, get your lyres, and buckle down to a kind of work that pays!
For I will give of shekels five hundred fair and fine,
To him who best shall sing the praise of this elephant of mine!"
Then all the poets clutched their hair and rolled their frenzied eyes,
And wrote of Buddha's white-robed priests and India's deep blue skies,
Anl spicy Ibreezes blowing soft amid the waving palms,
And choral songs and incense mixed with penitential psalms!
But one who failed remarked (as he read the songs) with spite:
Oh! blessed are the elephants, for they cannot read or write!"
The beast you here behold is one you very rarely meet;
He wears plaid trousers on his legs and shoes upon his feet;
His tail is just a piece -of string-gray flannel is his head,
And a very curious kind of hump lifts up that blanket red;
In fact, I think if you should try, some time when you're at play,
An elephant as good as this you could make any day!

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Tiny Tim, who has wandered away from the rest,
On a tour to examine the things he likes best,
Stops suddenly, struck with amaze and surprise,
Can those monsters be fish?-he rubs hard at his eyes,
He knows very well how fish usually look
When their toilets are properly made by the cook;
By ponds he has eagerly sought them,
But a crooked pin never has caught them,
Yet mamma has frequently bought them,
And the cook has in vinegar soused them,
Or in egg-dressing tenderly doused them.
Or cut them in delicate chowder,
Or fried them in nice cracker powder;
But he trembles in sight of this very odd crew,
Who wear their queer heads on and strange trimming too.
There's a ladylike one, but beside her
A brown ball, that's like a fish-spider,
For it walks on six legs, and it stares
Till he feels all the separate hairs
Rise straight on his innocent head,
And he thinks of his home and his bed,
With a very unusual and frantic desire;
And there's one with an ulster as red as the fire,
And a mouth whose dimensions no one could admire;
And it seems to be sailing straight for him;
Oh! there's no place like home!" quoth Tiny Tim,
They've nothing but water, still that one looks drunk,
And I saw him distinctly--he did wink a wunk;
If I made such horrible faces at him,
I wonder how he'd like it?" said Tiny Tim.

The Sea Serpent.




Now, children, big and little, come one and all, draw near:
This is a monster of the deep" but you need have no fear;
A daring rover once was he upon the Spanish Main,
But the poor old fellow never will make a cruise again.
He wears a patch upon his coat, though he was once so proud,
And has to put his glasses on when he would see the crowd.
Though he looks so ferocious, his teeth are false, you know;
They were put in for ornament when we bought him for the show.
You see his eyes are very sad, and seem to look away
To where his young sea-serpents uncoil themselves in play.
Hle's thinking of the coral caves and how he led the ball,
And flirted with the mermaids, the gayest of them all.
lHe sees them sitting on the rocks as they comb their golden hair,
And now another sea-serpent must tell them they are fair.
There bloomed the sea anemones, deep in the cool green caves,
And dim as shadows floated the sea-moss on the waves.
The great whales washed their rubber coats, and the fishes went to school,
And the porpoise had to whip them whene'er they broke a rule;
And when the oysters cried at that-just like some little girls-
Now wasn't it quite funny, all their tears should turn to pearls?
If that should happen in our world, I do not fear to say
That many a little maiden would be crying every day.
Sometimes a hapless vessel in the great deep went down,
And they saw the shuddering victims in the raging billows drown;
And gold and gems would lie like dross on ocean's pearly floor,
But the owners never rose again to take their hoarded store.
Without a coffin or a grave, forever there they lie,
The sea-wave washing over them as blue as summer sky.
But ne'er was stately carving on the grandest monument
More fair than branching coral with its lovely colors blent.

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What a sight is here! the children st4re!
A lady with wonderful length of hair!
It ripples far back upon the floor;
It reaches almost to the very door;
It glitters as though it were spun from gold,
And end of it on a wagon is rolled!
The people greet her with a shout.:
"And what made it grow?" they all cry out;
The lady replies, in accents calm,
"I used the magical Bengal Balm!"


Next to her follows a queer looking man;
His red locks would measure many a1 span;
They are neatly hung up on a hook in the wall,
Lest some one should over then stumble and fldl.
"Ladies and gents, I state without fear,
Once I was bald as the baldest here:
If you, too, covet a wealth of hair,
Just buy this 'Renewer' that I prepare!"


What a sight is here! the children st4re!
A lady with wonderful length of hair!
It ripples far back upon the floor;
It reaches almost to the very door;
It glitters as though it were spun from gold,
And end of it on a wagon is rolled!
The people greet her with a shout.:
"And what made it grow?" they all cry out;
The lady replies, in accents calm,
"I used the magical Bengal Balm!"


Next to her follows a queer looking man;
His red locks would measure many a1 span;
They are neatly hung up on a hook in the wall,
Lest some one should over then stumble and fldl.
"Ladies and gents, I state without fear,
Once I was bald as the baldest here:
If you, too, covet a wealth of hair,
Just buy this 'Renewer' that I prepare!"


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Whene'er you take your walks abroad you see them everywhere,
A strange net-work of wires that hang suspended in the air.
They bring you words to make you weep, and words to make you laugh,
Yet always seem a mystery-this wond'rous telegraph;
You have heard 'tis electricity, that a strange and unseen fire,
Runs somehow at a skillful touch, through each mysterious wire;
But how it's done you cannot tell, no matter how you stare,
You never see a message running on them through the air.
The little birds oft light on them, and do not faint or fall;
And how they carry telegrams you cannot see at all;
And yet you've heard how they can bring such words of woe and dread
As Dear Mamma is very ill," or "Dear Papa is dead!"
And then again a message, so full of joy and pleasure,
As "Louise's party's on the 8th, come on and tread a measures"
Did you ever watch the sky grow dark upon a gloomy day,
And see the strange and lurid light upon the storm-cloud play ?
You have heard it's name is lightning, that it leaps down from the sky
Sometimes, and strikes a person, who is very apt to die;
And perhaps you've heard of Franklin, who tamed this fiery sprite,
In a very curious manner, he discovered by a kite;
Upon the string he tied a key and held it in his hand,
And then the fiery fluid seemed to come at his command,
And men found out a way by which this mighty thing is led,
And kept from harming us, and made to do our work instead.
It turns machines, it carries news quick as a flash of light,
No matter how it toils by day, it never rests at night.
The children try the battery, and how they scream and laugh,
"Now send a message on us for we're a telegraph !"
The shock is rather funny, a sort of tingling pain,
But I'm sure they will not want to be a telegraph again.

LightIning Carncaturnst.

Oh! children, have you ever heard the story of Aladdin;
How, just by rubbing an old lamp, he did such wondrous things?
He could build a stately palace, that a monarch's heart might gladden,
Or with a wish could have a peck of pearls or diamond rings!
If he happened to be hungry he called up in a minute
The best of food, in dishes of silver or of gold!
If he chose to travel, came at once a carriage, with all in it-
.Softest cushions, dainty curtains, to keep out the heat and cold.
Oh! many a child has read the tale and envied him his wishes,
And longed for such a magic lamp in this prosaic day;
For the rich and wondrous banquets in the gold and silver dishes,
And the carriage always ready in such a charming way!
We may talk of light electric that is equal to the sunlight;
We may praise the milder shining of the mellow parlor-gas;
Yet, if we had our choice, we would surely take the one light
Of that old lamp, -that never more will shine on earth, alas!
Yet here is a magician, who, with a stroke, can build you
Stately palaces and castles in the twinkling of an eye!
He can stock your farm with cattle--he can fill a blooming garden,
Or show a range of mountains, with their summits in the sky!
Lakes and rivers all are easy; he can build a church and steeple
Before a mason would have time to lay a single stone!
And then, more wondrous still-he can fill it up with people,
And put an organ in it-but the music all has flown!
Yet his houses and his castles no mortal e'er could live in,
And his cattle never move, and his people never talk;
For you see our new magician is but a lightning artist,
He is working wonders only with a piece of chalk /
So, ask what you like, he will draw it with ease,
And dearly he loves little children to please!

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O() iggy,-wigg. how wise you look.
A t it Ou Couhl l eaid out of aly I ):
1 ), you feel ;I n pride ill the woiimlrouis shliow,
\Vit your 1.11reeni ie-k rufitle aindi scarlet bow ?
Yc I I pla'I Vollr ( llds like fta patic ster l-olfl,
IBut doi't vyon l ine fi yollr stye of old?
I nil sur ll Vol f1 ( I that. Voill" lot, is I In rd,
Althotih vou turn the winiiili( Cadl,
And y)iU loI t.o challnge this game of -skill.
For ai wood(I o(l1-filshionl..d buieket. of swill:
A.\ i pi:v. \we all il iist. learn, wvith paili.
That vwisdomlii 1rin'l ,; oss asl well ias ,'in.

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This is a famed Magician, who has come from Bundelpore;
He reads the stars by midnight, and studies magic lore;
He takes a watch and pounds it up into a powder small -
The owner never more expects to see his watch at all--
Then suddenly it is produced from out his neighbor's hat,
And, strange to say, it is all right, though it was pounded flat.
He makes a pudding in his hat, and then, to your surprise,
He takes a dozen eggs from it--you cannot believe your eyes!
More wondrous still, six lovely doves now fly up in the air -
No wonder this magician can make the children stare!
But there is a magician--I know him very well-
Who has more power in his touch, more magic in his spell;
He can raise you from a lovel, he can give you house and land,
Costly jewels, lovely fabrics, all will come at his command;
Though you are in rags he'll clothe you in garments fine and fair;
If you're starving he can bring you a feast both rich and rare.
He turns the yellow wheat to flour-he changes grapes to wine,
The apples into cider, the wool to cloth so fine.
He builds the grandest bridges; he quarries marble fair;
He paints such wondrous pictures; he carves such statues rare;
He can weave the fragile hlces; he can crush the iron ore-
Drill the eyes of finest needles through the giant mountains bore.
He can drain a mighty river, and build cities where .it ran;
He can raise up tons of metal, or gently waft a fan;
He can spin a thread of gossamer -twist iron bars in two;
There's no end to the miracles that he can show to you,
Or the wonders he'll accomplish, if you will strive aright
The task that lies before you to do with all your might;
But he must be your master, and he'll rule you like a Turk.
The name of this Magician: Well, I'll tell you--"Mr. Work!"

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I'm Mr. Pete O'Flaherty,
I give you all a warning,
If you want to catch me napping,
Get up early in the morning!
Sure, I came out. in the steerage,
And low was my condition,
But I wouldn't take a peerage,
For my prisint proud position.
For I'm a policeman bold,
I cannot be bribed with gold,
Men shake in their shoes,
At a glance from my eye,
Each ill-mannered cub,
When-he sees my club,
Cries: "Here is a cop, let's fly."
The burglar grows weak
When he hears me speak,
His little game is o'er;
In a prison alone,
He may sigh and groan,
He cannot burgle more.
But though I'm as firm as a rock,
All the rosy cheeked lassies fly for me,
And good little boys are not shy for me,
And they say the babies cry for me,
All the Lnbies on our block,
And the ladies glance as I pass,
And give me their smiles-the divinest!
And whisper, "There goes O'Flherty,
And sure, he's one of the finest."

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Oh! Merry has gazed at the moon
On many a starry night,
And wondered at the tales he heard
As he saw its silvery light.
Was it really made of green cheeses?
Or was it a world like ours,
With such pleasant fields and mountains,
And brooks, and trees, and flowers?
And was there a man in the moon?
And was he a saint or a sinner?
And where did he get his Sunday clothes?
And what did he have for dinner?
And did he have moon-children?
And did he send them to school?
And did the moon-teacher flog them
Whenever they broke a rule?
Now you see that Merry is gazing
Through a wondrous telescope,
And the man in the moon smiles blandly,
He will know all now we hope.

SWonders of the Heavens

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Now comes the jolly showman, and makes to all a bow :
"You have never se such wonders as you will witness now.
To gather this collection we roamed the wide world o'er,--
Timbuctoo and Kamschatka, and to the Jersey Shore;
And first in order we'll begin with this, our Missing Link';
It may be his relations you have met before, I think.
But this is a Gorilla, and in his native haunts
He doesn't think it needful to put on coat and pants;
He plays ball with his cocoanuts and wanders at his ease,
And doesn't need a hammock to swing among the trees;
And now you see he's put on style, and looks quite like a man;
In fact, it's hard to tell just where the difference began.
The Mule a graceful creature, you may have seen before,
lie is not sure though beautiful, he blooms on every shore;
His voice is high soprano and in a minor key -
Ile has an ear for music, as you may plainly see;
But on one point he's sensitive you must not pull his tail,
Or you'll think you're struck by lightning or wrecked upon a rail.
You ne'er can change his purpose, with coaxing words or blows,
For he is like some people, and what he knows, he knows!
I next must introduce you to this dandy Pelican;
He has a black silk hat, you see, and wears it like a man;
With legs like sticks of sealing-wax, erect and firm he stands,
And hlas an air of wisdom, though reared in foreign lands.
Such legs must be convenient, whene'er the ground is damp;
He doesn't wet his ulster when wading through a swamp.
Here's the Giraffe, so famous, who overlooks the show,
His neck is quite adapted to that sort of thing, you know.


He's always mild and gentle aud minds his own affairs,
And though he is so very high, he doesn't put on airs;
He runs away from hunters as fast as he can go,
For he has no ambition to figure at A show.
And for his looks, so curious, and his neck so long and queer,
We have given him a nick-name, he is called 'The Overseer,'
This Royal Bengal Tiger was quite a precious prize,
You see how varied are his stripes, how terrible his eyes!
lie looks as if he'd like a bite from yonder juicy child,
You would not like to meet him when in his native wild;
But now you see he's harmless, and you may venture near
And stroke his fur, so splendid, without a bit of fear.
He cannot spring upon you now, in his deceitful way,
And the smallest of the children may boldly with him play.
This gemil of the collection, a fearful Crocodile,
Was slyly caught while napping on the green banks of the Nile;
'Twas there he dried his shining mail, and sported in the sun,
Or took mud baths for pleasure, when the torrid day was done.
His mouth is like a cavern, and travellers are wary,
For he has been known to swallow the gentle missionary!
But his little games are over, you may stroke his horny mail,
He is here to point a moral, and to adorn a tale!
Last but not least, the Elephant, majestic there he stands,
As when he led the caravan, o'er India's golden sands;
He did not want. to leave his home, but when he had to go
He packed his trunk and came along and halted at our show.
He has two pair of trousers on for fear he should take cold,
And he is wearing spectacles because he's growing old.
He seems to eye the 'Missing Link' as if in all his days
So very odd a creature had never m-et his gaze.
Now study all the points, my children, for you know
There are many useful things to learn from our instructive show."

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This is Professor Jehosophat Jinks,
Who can tell what a person feels and thinks,
What they have done and what they will do,
What sort of calling they should pursue,
And just the sort of life they have led,
All by feeling the bumps on their head!

Little Tommy Twitter,
Coaxed to be a sitter,
Of the chair takes hold,
Feels his blood run cold
As those bony fingers
In his brown hair linger,
Thinks of Indian lore,
And such tales of gore!
But the bumptious man
Soon a speech began,
Sets his mind at ease,
Couldn't help but please:
"In this boy I find
Tokens of great mind;
He will take his stand
By patriot and sage,
The great ones of the land,
Who brighten every age.
He does not waste his, pence,
But hoards them with great sense.
I find he's so saving,
There's not the least doubt,
He don't play with his marbles
For fear they'll wear out !"

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Oh! have you heard, dear children, of the sunny land of France,--
The land of vines and olives-- the land of song and dance?
And of the great Napoleon still honored is his name-
The little Corporal, whose deeds shall never lose their fame?
How he rose from out the ranks to sit upon a throne,
And through all the wide, wide world his name was feared and known?
How he led his soldiers boldly in the midst of Russia's snows,
And at Moscow his eagle banner unfurled, although it froze ?
And how his soldiers loved him, and would follow where he led,
And the lba ttle-fields were heaped up high with wounded and with dead?
Through all the dreary marches, with but a word of cheer,
They were glad to give their lives for him this Emperor so dear!
At last the foreman captured him, and, in an island lone,
They kept him where the sea washed up with melancholy moan;
The dull days dragged by slowly; oft he turned a weary glance
Far over the blue billows, toward his own dear land of France!
They could see his eyes grow dim, though not a word was spoken,
And at last, in silent grief, his gallant heart was broken!
And then one day, years after, from that lone isle of gloom
They bore him back to Paris--laid him in a stately tomb!
Ohi! there was poiimp and pageant -all the streets were full of stir,
As they brought the honored ashes of their noble Emperor!
Still are heard, in song and story, the legends of his name;
Still are painted History's pictures from the records of his fame!
Merry pondlers over this one-peeping at the wondrous show-
Sees the prancing charger bravely up the slippery mountain go!
Steep, and smooth, and pointed, like a sugar-loaf it seems,
Napoleon guides his fiery steed, while his good broadsword gleams;
And all his gallant legions, glad to follow where he goes,
March bravely on behind him through the dreary Alpine snows!

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You have heard in song and story of the funny elves and gnomes,
Who, in the wild Hartz mountains and elsewhere have their homes;
And many a traveller hears them as he passes in the (lark,
In the caverns deep, lit only by a gold or diamond spark.
With their little picks and shovels they work through all the night,
And, in their funny pointed caps, but rarely see the light.
"They know the caves of silver, where it lies in gleamy bars,
They know the nooks where diamonds are sparkling like the stars,
Where the rubies burn like sparks of fire, and gold more precious shines,
Far in the rocky fortresses, deep hidden in the mines;
But now and then they come on earth to help some feeble one,
Some weary sewing maiden, some widow poor and lone.
Through the night they spin her cloth or sew the tiresome seam -
She imagines in the morning that she did it in a dream.
Now, once there was a widow, and she was ill and poor;
She toiled both late and early to keep hunger from her door;
She had a boy-a graceless lad-who'd rather talk than work.
And a giddy girl, who always was wont her task to shirk.
"Whene'er this widow at her work let slumber o'er her steal,
Two little gnomes, who pitied her, then turned the spinning-wheel:
And oh! what lovely fairy cloth the little creatures spun!
The wicked children found it out, and thought they'd have some fun:
"We'll catch the midgets in a net, and then, when we're at play,
We'll make them do our work for us, and mind all that we say!"
The net was spread; they laid in wait, and made it t'ast with ropes;
But they were caught, and not the gnomes-quite different from their hopes.
They were not worthy to grow up, and so they did not grow,
And now they're old and ugly, as you see them at this show;
They've lost their voices, but through this Ventriloquist they speak;
They will answer all your questions with a very funny squeak!.


Little Migio Tambourini,
Although she's so tiny,
Ca play the most difficult things,
Sonatas and glees,
'lWhatever you please,
SAnd ohi you should hear how she sings.
S\ But she looks somewhat dreary,
"1 And her eyes rather weary,
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If the books chance to fall,
'Twould be saddest of all,
"For down she would come with a jerk.

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"Now for a swing, like birds on tile wing,
Up we go into the air,
No starts ol jumis, or you get some humps,
Ini this journey to nowhere.
You maN sing or shout, hut mind what you're about,
A liAnd hold fast with one hand ;
For, who cann say, what may chance by the way,
As we go to No-Man's Land ?
'kSo, one and all, take care of a fall,
As we swing up and down;
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Once on a time the giants lived on our earth we're told,
And I have seen a picture, in a book of stories old,
Of a giant maiden who had found a peasant at his plough,
With his horse to make the furrows in the fallow land, as now;
She was large enough, I'm thinking, to put them in her pocket,
For she wore upon her necklace a mill-wheel for a locket.
With one clutch she caught the peasant, and then, with joyful bound,
You may be sure her footsteps woke all the echoes round;
Unto her home she hurried and there her treasure showed:
"Oh! see the lovely plaything, pa, I've found upon the road!"
The father smiled a giant smile, and then he gravely said:
"The peasants are not playthings! Oh, no! they make our bread!
Their bodies are not large as ours, but their souls no one can measure;
The peasants are not playthings, nor made to serve our pleasure."
And so, my little children, when I show these midgets small,
Perhaps you think that one of them would make a splendid doll-
A real, live doll!-just think of it! Oh, what a precious prize!
You would not have to pull a string to make it shut its eyes!
And it could do all sorts of things, and laugh, and cry, and talk,
And play at all your games with you, or take a pleasant walk!
But then, you see, these midgets are people just like you;
You can hear them sing, and see them dance, and find all they can do.
They are not even children, but quite grown up and old;
To many a court of Europe they've journeyed, I am told.
We cannot make them playthings, but we can listen now
To all that they will say to us, when they have made their bow.
Like a piece of Dresden china is the little lady fair,
With her locks so very golden, and her pretty, modest air.
Perhaps you'll think the midgets the very best of all,
For they say the things most precious are done up in parcels small!

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