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Crane, Thomas ( Illustrator )
Sowerby, J. G ( John G ) ( Illustrator )
Thomson, Peter G ( Peter Gibson ), 1851-1931 ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
Peter G. Thomson, Publisher
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
[1], 30, [1] p. : illus., col. plate. ; 25 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Children's poetry -- 1885 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1885
Children's poetry ( rbgenr )
non-fiction ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Ohio -- Cincinnati


General Note:
Cover title.
General Note:
Original printed wrappers, included in pagination.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
After J. G. Sowerby & Thos. Crane.

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University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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TWO little Robins,- what is it they say? .
" Get up and be happy the whole bright d:iv; L 1-
You three little sisters-Bab, Kitty, and Pru, ',
We two little brothers come singing to you :
And when two brother Robins come singing together,
Joy comes with the Robins, and sunshiny weather."

'Twas Kitty who first heard the song of the birds,
"She jumped out of bed and repeated the words :
Now they're planning together, you plainly can see,
The plays they will play at together, all three;
And when three little sisters agree all together,
Joy will stay all the day, and through all kinds .e

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

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

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

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He has only just begun,
And so little yet is done,
I should find it hard to tell
If he does it ill or well.

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





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

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

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

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

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


-IERE ate Cecily, Dolly, and Marjorie,
Three little hostesses, as you see.

Said Cecily first, How pretty we look,
Like three little girls in a painted book."

Said Dolly, "'Tis hot, in the middle of June.
To stay in the house all the afternoon."

Marjorie fluttered her fan; said she,
But our friends are coming to afternoon tea."

Then we'll take them," said Cecily, if they please,
A-walking and talking, beneath the trees."

Said Dolly, As this is otfr own At Home,'
Let us wish whom we'd each like best to come."

Said Marjorie, fanning, the words between,
I The most of all-I should wish for--the Queen."

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

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





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CRIED Marian to her little ship, Sail on, sail very far,

Across the ocean strange and wide, where desert islands are,
Perhaps a new one you will reach (who knows what may betide you ?),

And find some Friday' on the beach and bring him back inside you."

And trim and neat and rigged complete Jack launched her on the sea,

She started well, but, sad to tell, no lengthened course had she.
A spiteful wind sprang up behind and laid her on her side,

Just where you see her stranded there, upon the falling tide.
The wind blew on; but brother John soon brought her safe in tow;

Some other day she'll sail away, when gentle br'ezes blow.


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

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LITTLE pet Millicent, seated here;
Primroses round her; nobody near.
SP1.i. i ii by Mother's sofa to-day,
(Poor Mother is sick,) she heard her say :- "
SAway in the fair green fields. I know,
Mv pet primroses so sweetly blow."
A tiny sigh. and two wistful eyes;
(' No more than that, but 1[;lli.. is wise.

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


Upon the water clear
To and fro, sofily go,
Whilst Heron fishesnear-
I wonder if they see two eves
Peep at them where they pass.
For Humphrey sly, with gun close by',
Is crouching on the grass:
They mayV not see, but-oh dear me !
I hope they'll fly away,
"With might and main, to come again
Quite safe another day.



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TIHE nursery door was left open,
So they thought they would come down the stair;
Here are Mable and Maud at the table,
And Dorothy climbing a chair.

If she knew you were here in the kitchen,
I wonder what Nursey would say:-
"0 she'd say we are 'terrible children,'
But she tells us that day after dav."

Why such very round eyes, little Maudie?
" We are wondering, Mabel and I,
If the tart is of plums or of cherries;
If it's chicken or meat in the pie."

S0 Dorothy dear, do be careful!
You will fall if you climb up like that;
Or knock down a plate, and-poor pussy !- .
Cook will certainly say it's the cat."

Now suppose that poor Nursey has missed you:
What, Maud, do you say you don't care"?
Just turn round your head for a moment;
Who is this with her foot on the stair?

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

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

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


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IN grandmother's spectacles, dear little Nan,
Sits rocking and knittin- as fast as she can- I 0!!

One child in the cradle and one in the chair?

".'l?. grandchildren, as you might see,' answers
Nannie -

"Augusta was naughty, she would'nt kiss grannie,
That is why on the high chair alone she must keep,

Whilst I rock my ,roood Amy and sing her to sleep,"


A DUET, if you please, between Norman and Grace;
Sister Olive is player; she's there in her place;
Tiny Grace is Soprano, and Norman is Bass.
Little Grace is so eager, she cannot keep time,
But runs on ahead without reason or rhyme.
" Sing slower !" cries Norman, it is not a race;
Still slower, Soprano! and do keep your place."
" It is Olive," says Gracie, what is she about?
She waited too long there, and quite put me out.
"No indeed." answers Olive--" that mark means'a rest;'
You don't understand, Grace,-indeed I know best."
" Try again Ah, that's better by far than before; <1
Now if people were here, they would cry out Encore'
Which means, you know, Gracie,-' Please sing it
once more."


"HERE'S gardenn" of course. "And two butterflies?" Yes.
S And a dog and a girl?" Undoubtedly so.
"But then what is she looking at?" Well, we must guess ?
For, to tell you the truth--I really, don't know I

'Tis not night, so she can't be star-gazing afar;
S& Or straitway the tale I should certainly tell,
Of the man who walked on with his eyes on a star,
Until at the last he fell into a well!

But what else can it be, then ? A kite up on high,
Belonging, it may be, to Robert or James ?
Or a nest on a tree ? Or a lark in the sky ?
Or is it the smoke from a chimney in flames ?
Why not ask her herself?" you suggest. Very well:
But first, with your leave, I will venture to say,
If we wait till it pleases Miss Rhoda to tell,
I think we shall wait here the whole of the day !


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

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



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

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Ponto, tho' the birds and garden, "Bg. then-beg, sir-do you bear me?
Called me all the morning thro', No, no, Ponto, that is wrong;
I had first to do my lessons- Paws up! steady ah, that's better!

So I think should you." Good dog, come along !"


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T HEY went a-fishing in the water clear,
All four of them, just as 'tis pictured here,
Each one a little taller than the other,
Bess, Bridget, Deborah, and Hal, the brother;
SMost wisdom dwelt in Hal, as you may guess,
Still growing less, until it ceased in Bess.
Said Hal to his three sisters, Copy me,
And something like good sport we're sure to see."
Just as Hal did, did Deborah, and then,
Poor Biddy sighed, and plied the line again.
Said little witless Bess, "But I shall try
To catch a water-baby swimming by,
Who knows, perhaps some Nixie's son, or daughter,
SlMighlt be enticed by me to leave the water."
Then to her line a sugar-plum she tied,
And dropped it down into the water wide.-
By supper-time, wise Hal one fish had landed,
And Deborah another nearly stranded,
Bridget with all her mind had fully meant
S To do the same, but failed of her intent;
And Bess-Alas poor Bess her sugar-plum
Was melted quite away, and yet no Nix had come.


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IN her white dress kneeling there,
Here she is, poor little Claire !
Little Claire, her father's pet!
Is she likely to forget ?
No I each night she seems to miss
AMore and more his loving kiss.
And each night she kneels to pray,
" Please God, bring him back some day."


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