• no* ^'?> .♦^<;^ * » < .^'% v-o' ^ <.^ '^^^' U <^ *'-^ 5> ^Oa .^^^J^ xV •J^ 4 o > « ^^^^« ' v...'' .v^o^-. ^^_.*-'* •• "■ A ^ Q RHYMES InvGus 'P UBBARV nf OONSRESS TVw) <9ocl9s SftTBtved SEP 24 1904 CLAafefiUxvo. Na COPVRIGHT, 1874, BY SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG & CO. Copyright, 1904, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Published September, 1904 TROW DIHECTORV PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY NfcW YORK TO KARL AND ]0 Authors Note T'hougb most of the verses in this little volume may be familiar to readers of former editions of " Rhymes and Jingles" there are now in- cluded a number of pieces which have not before appeared in prints and^ thanks to the liberality of the publishers^ the rather outworn pictures of earlier editions are here replaced by artistic illustrations and decorative designs — the work of the well-known artist. Miss Sarah S. Stil- well. While hoping that young folk of all ages would welcome a new edition of the book for its own sake — the author wishes to make due acknowledgment, alike to publishers and illus- AUTHOR'S NOTE trator, for the beauty ^ freshness and variety of the decorative setting given to this latest issue of " Rhymes and Jingles." September i, jgo4. xu comienTS Going to London Page 1 Looking Back 3 Fair Play 5 Fire in the Window 7 ^'Bye, Baby, Night is Come" 8 Ok No, 'Tisn't So 10 LeVs Play 11 Little Jo's Compliment 12 The Pensive Cricket 14 When I Am Big, I Mean to Buy 17 Elfin Jack, The Giant-Killer 19 Troubled 21 A Black-nosed Kitten * 22 Don't Trust Chatter 23 Here's Plenty of Shells 24 "Little Charley 25 Making It Skip 26 Hark! My Children 27 xiii CONTENTS Wind for the Tree-Top Page 28 Farm Lessons 29 Stocking Song on Christmas Eve 30 Belle Dreer and the Silver Dish-cover 31 S710W, Snow, Everywhere! 32 March 33 Snow 35 S^#i^S©^®s Little Green Hummer 38 Gluck! Gluck! 39 Bright Little Buttercup 40 Oh! Vd Search the World Over 41 Wire-locks, Curly-pate, Tangle, and Floss 42 Hollyhock, Hollyhock, Bend for Me 43 Bumble of Bumblcby 44 Sunlight or Starlight 45 A Lad of Nansook, a Jewel-pod Took 45 Blow Loud for the Blossoms 46 Little Polly Always Clever 47 Burs 48 The Ants 49 The Moon Came Late to a Lonesome Bog 50 Ho, Dandelion! My Lightsome Felloio 51 xiv CONTENTS Hobbled y Hops Page 52 Good Mistress Sundial 53 Some Thing in the Garden Murmurs all the Day 54 A Song of St. Nicholas 55 The Little Mother 59 A Riddle 60 Midsummer Frolics 61 A Suggestion for a Happy New Year 62 Jean and Kitty 63 Lemons for Molly 63 Out of the Shell 64 / Know Where There's a Beautiful Shoe 65 Willie 66 Trotty Malone 68 The Terrible Ball 69 Night and Day 72 Wouldn't and Would 73 My Week 74 Baby in Dreamland 76 One and One 78 The Well-Meaning Frog 79 The Little Dutchman 80 Hoiv Many Things in My Pocket 81 Little Pot Soon Hot 82 Have You Heard the News, Good Neighbor f 83 Nell and Her Bird 84 CONTENTS Some One We Cannot Hear Page 86 My Laddie 87 The Stubborn Boot 88 Sony of Summer 90 The Queen o' May 91 In the Wood 92 In the Basket 94 Wandering Joe 95 Children's Hymn 96 The Sun and the Stars 98 Taking Time to Grow 100 The Rats 101 Doggie's Tricks 102 The Third of Jxdy 104 Coming 107 The Dainty Miss Rose 108 If Cows Wore Satin Slippers 111 Bumble Bramble 111 Bees in the Manger 111 Little Whimpy 112 Little Beginnings 114 Rut-a-tut-tuts 115 The Sandman 116 There Was a Brave Knight of Lorraine 118 In Trust 119 The Naughty Boy 120 Holloa! What's the Matter? 122 The Little Mote 123 CONTENTS The Alphabet Page 124 Three Ways 128 A Farmer in Bungleton Had a Colt 129 There Was a Shretcd Lad of Cooloo 129 Among the Animals 130 Poor Little Toddlekins! 132 What Shall I Buy 133 Waiting for Father 134 Dobbin s Friend 136 Spinning Your Top 138 One Step, Two Step 139 Up in the Morning Early 140 Be Careful 141 Two Little Froggies 142 Pins in the Carpet 143 Trottery, Trottery, Out of Breath 143 Pussy's Class 144 Dumphy Dicky 146 Some Are Starving, Some Are Filling 146 There's a Fragrance in the Blossom 146 Johnny the Stout 147 Pussy and Doggie 149 Old Doctor Paff 149 Willie's Lodger 150 Billy Boy 152 Little Miss Limherkin 153 The Way to Do It 154 Holloa, Old Scuttle! 156 CONTENTS When I Was Little Page lo7 I'd Like to Be a Splendid Man 157 Not Only in the Christmas-tide 158 Christmas * 159 Side by Side 160 Birdies With Broken Wings 161 The Three Old Ladies 162 The Mayor of Scuttleton 165 NelVs Notion 166 Good Night 167 What Makes Baby Brave and Bright ? 167 Ten Kinds 168 Shepherd John 169 Lazy Lou 170 Comb and Brush 170 Flowers 171 Thinking Aloud 172 Willy and His Pipe 173 The Knowing Raccoon 175 The Star Family 176 Good Morning 177 Wake Up, Birdie 178 Oh, No 179 The Difference 180 Confusion 181 The Frog Who Wouldnt a-Wooing Go 182 The Pig and the Lark 185 I Gave My Puss a Mac-a-roon 186 xviii CONTENTS A Common Mistake Page 187 Look Up 187 Poor Little Mousie 188 Cousin Jeremy 188 What Shall We Take to Boston? 189 Oh, Where Are All the Good Little Girls? 190 Extravagance 190 Harry 191 There Was an Old Weather-Vane 192 Twistan, Turnem, Let Me See 192 What They Say 193 There Was a Rare Boy 194 There Was an Old Doctor of Brille 194 I Had a Little Scotchman 195 The Rocking-Horse 196 Up in a Balloon 198 At the Window 199 The Cook\'i Little Boy 201 Benny's Buttons 202 The Frost King 203 Early to Bed and Early to Rise 205 Tom of Clapham 205 The Wooden Horse 206 Comb Music 208 When tJie Sun is Sinking Low 209 Four Little Birds All Flew From Their Nest 210 Baby Nell 211 Little Minnie Stowe 212 CONTENTS How the New Year Came Page 213 Christmas Bells 216 Master Tremble 217 Nobody Near Him, All in the Dark 221 u P, down! Up, down! All the way to London town- Sunny road and shady. I'm the papa, You're the ma'ma, You're the pretty lady! Up, down! Up, down! All the way to London town — See how fast we're going! Feel the jar Of the car? Feel the wind a-blowing? 1 GOING TO LONDON Up, down! Up, down! All the way to London town — Here we are this minute! Rock-a-chair Anywhere, When we two are in it. EjOoKmgHWiK By "Deacon Green." TF I were a boy again, — ah, me! — ^ How very, very good I'd be! I would not sulk, I would not cry, I'd scorn to coax for cake or pie. I would not cause Mamma distress, I'd never hate to wash and dress. I'd rather learn a task than play, And ne'er from school I'd run away. I'd any time my jack-knife lend. And share my toys with every friend. I'd gladly go to bed at six. And never be "as cross as sticks." I'd run with joy to take a pill. And mustard wear whenever ill. I'd never wish to skate or swim, But wisely think of dangers grim. And, oh, I'd never, just for fun. Beg to go hunting with a gun! 3 LOOKING BACK At every naughty thing I did — For mischief might be somewhere hid — I'd drop at once upon my knees, And say, "Dear Teacher, flog me, please." It's easy to be good, you see, When looking back from sixty-three. IFAIR PLAYW ONE twilight hour, — well, long ago. Some Katydids — Yes, Katydids — Assembled in the linden row, 'Mid buzzing things of many kinds, To ease their puzzled little minds, Just Katydids ? Yes, Katydids. Then one most gravely raised his head, And to his nimble comrades said: "Now, brothers, in this peaceful spot. We'll see if Katy did or not. Let us take up the case with zest. Decide the point, then let it rest. No frank opinion need be hid; And, as for me, I think she did." Convincing argument ensued. Though none would willingly be rude. Each an opinion firm expressed, In strong yet simple language dressed: "Katy did!" "Katy didn't!" "Katy did!" "Katy didn't!" 5 FAIR PLAY We threw our summer casement wide; Nothing we saw (how well they hide!) But softly through the listening night Still came those arguments polite: "Katy did!" "Katy didn't!" "Katy did!" "Katy didn't!" We felt through all the tumult fine That sounding order: "Comrades mine Let each be heard. Speak freely, friends! Debate, when honest, never ends. No frank opinion need be hid; And, as for me, I think she did.'* Soft sighed the breeze, and starlight grew; Our lighted casement blinked, we knew; And still we smiled, and let it in — That softly shrill, persistent din; That undertone: "Speak freely, friends! Debate, when honest, never ends." Ah! was it so? Not girls? O-h! Oh! Not boys? Well, nol But Katydids — Just Katydids! FIRE in the window! flashes in the pane! Fire on the roof-top! blazing weather-vane! Turn about, weather-vane! put the fire out! The sun's going down, sir, I haven't a doubt. Bye Baby NioHt IS Oome BYE, baby, day is over. Bees are drowsing in the clover, Bye baby, bye! Now the sun to bed is gliding, All the pretty flowers are hiding; Bye, baby, bye! Bye, baby, birds are sleeping; One by one the stars are peeping; Bye, baby, bye! In the far-oflP sky they twinkle — While the cows come "tinkle, tinkle;'* Bye, baby, bye! Bye, baby, mother holds thee; Loving, tender care enfolds thee; Bye, baby, bye! Angels in thy dreams caress thee! Through the darkness guard and bless thee! Bye, baby, bye! OH, no! 'Tis n't so! Papa's watch Won't go? It mnsi go — • Guess I know! Last night I wound it tight. And greased it nice "With camphor-ice. 10 iLdfe© mi^ LAST summer, on a cloudy day I heard two youngsters plan their play; WILLIE: "Let's play that you're a lion, And I'm a little chap You, fierce and strong, a-watching, I, going to take a nap. And when I've shut my eyes, Ben, You'll steal close up to me " 'And as to what will happen next Why just you wait and see!" This settled, Ben stole, crouching. Into a "thicket deep," Ready to spring when Willie Should "play he was asleep." When, suddenly, with livid gleam, A roar of thunder broke. And Willie, terrified, sprang up, — Indignant at the joke. "You shouldn't flash your eyes like that! You shouldn't roar and bawl! — " And, to this day, poor Willie thinks The "lion" did it all! 11 Little Jos Compliment ONCE in a lifetime something comes So cheery and bright that it really hums; Sweet to rememl)er as years go by, With joy and love in it: that is why. You see it was this way: Little Jo, My own dear darling from top to toe, Not because of a way she had — Not because she was good or bad — Or anything charmingly so and so, But only just because she was Jo — Well, she and I one beautiful day Were watching some merry children play. 'Twas a romping, gay, liglit-hearted band; But Baby Jo slipped her little hand In mine, and whispered: "Now, couldn't we go Somewhere and play by ourselves, you know ? They're nice and good, but you and me — Our play is so diff'rent, don't you see!" Whether young or old, when you start to play With a little tot, you should feel "her way." And so I did. Years were quite forgot. I was six to her six — yet, six to a dot. And when she added: "They're happy. Let's run!" We slipped away, and we had great fun. 12 LITTLE JO'S COMPLIMENT And that was all. But now you know Why I was made happy by little Jo. For she without knowing all it meant Had paid me a precious compliment. 13 heF^nsiveCricket • /^NE cold November morning, ^^ All gay companions scorning, A pensive cricket sought In melancholy thought His woes to stifle. "Alas! alas!" cried he, "Ah woe, ah woe is me I I really do not see Why I should be So melan-melancholy. Ah me! I' Jv 1^ L' .(Si) »noKf' .> ^ ITTLE white feathers, Filling the air — - Little white feathers! How came ye there ? "We came from the cloud-birds Sailing so high; They're shaking their white wings ^ Up in the sky." Little white feathers, How swift you go! Little white snowflakes, > I love you so! "We are swift because We have work to do; But hold up your face. And we'll kiss you true." 35 36 GaidenSofi^s 37 c&ftS® 0. T ITTLE green Hummer IFoq) ^~^ Was born in the summer; His coat was as bright As the emerald's light. Short was his song, Though his bill it was long; His weight altogether Not more than a feather. From dipping his head In the sunset red, And gilding his side In its fiery tide. He gleamed like a jewel. And darted around, 'Twixt sunlight and starlight, Ne'er touching the ground. Now over a blossom. Now under, now in it; Here, there, and everywhere. All in a minute. Ah! never he cared Who wondered and stared, — His life was completeness Of pleasure and sweetness; 38 LITTLE GREEN HUMMER He revelled in lightness, In fleetness and brightness, This sweet little Hummer That came with the summer. GLUCK! gluck! From under a log, Squatting and leaping, comes Flucky the Frog. Wide is his mouth, and spreading his toes; Verj' elastic and shiny his clothes; Though lofty his jumpings and brazen his stare, He sees not the Hummer that flits in the air. 39 X RIGHT little buttercup, now you will show Whether my darling likes butter or no. Buttercup, buttercup, will you begin ? Shine me an answer under her chin. 40 OH, I'd search the world over For one four-leaved clover! Bend low, pretty grass, bend low! Jump, little crickets! and tumble, you bees! Green little grasshoppers, limber your knees ! There's one hidden somewhere, I know. 41 IRE-LOCKS, Curly-pate, Tangle, and Floss To make some fine curls they were quite at a loss. Till they found them a field of the bright dandelion And made the green ringlets " with only half tryin'." ^1^ ^ OLLYHOCK, hollyhock, bend for me, I need a cheese for my dolly's tea. I'll put it soon on an acorn plate, And dolly and I shall feast in state. 43 I iTJMBLE of Bumbleby bumped his nose, ^-^ Trying to light on a damask rose; He bumped his nose, but he didn't care As he pitched about in the dizzy air. Whenever he tried to his love to fly. He would scurry ahead and pass her by; So he tumbled at last on a larkspur near, And buzzed his business into her ear. vk 44" UNLIGHT or starlight, Tilly, my nilly. Find me a stem Of the tiger-lily; I'll fill it full From the fountain there And flash the water Over your hair! LAD of Nansook A jewel-weed took. And he pressed the end with a will; The sudden report Was capital sport. And the seeds they are flying still. 4i5 11 LOW loud for the blossoms that live in the trees, ^^ And low for the daisies and clover; But as soft as I can for the violets shy, Yes, softly — and over and over. 46 ITTLE Polly, always clever, Takes a leaf of live-forever; Before you know it You see her blow it, A gossamer sack With a velvet back. How big it grows As she puffs and blows! But have a care, It is full of air. Unless Polly should stop It will crack with a pop; And that's the end of the live-forever; But little Polly is very clever. 47 urs# DEAR me! What shall it be ? Such sticky affairs ^ Did ever you see ? # Let's make a basket, W Let's make a mat, * Let's make a tea-board. Let's make a hat; Let's make a cottage, Windows and doors; You do the roof. And I'll do the floors. ^ Let's make a pancake, — ^ Stick them together; ^i See how they fasten ^ Close to each other! n Tied to one's heel n They would answer for spurs; # Ah, how we love them, These comical burs! 41 48 TheA^nts A^ OOD Mistress Ant, I pray, what is the matter? ^^ Why this commotion without any clatter? "Alack! alack! we're ruined, you see; I've lost my children, and they've lost me! Our houses have fallen, our city is shorn, And thousands are murdered or running forlorn. Ah me! who would think that such power to destroy Could lurk in the heel of a bare-footed boy ?" ^^ 49 * I 'HE Moon came late to a lonesome bog, ■■• And there sat Goggleky Gluck, the frog. "My stars!" she cried, and veiled her face, "What very grand people they have in this place!" 50 ), Dandelion! my lightsome fellow! What has become of all your yellow ? "My bonnie yellow it wouldn't stay, It turned about and it went away, Till nothing at all was left of me But the misty, feathery bafl you see; Yet pluck me off, and blow me well. The time o' day I'll surely tell." Whiff! whiff! "Blow again, — Blow with all your might and main." Whiff! whiff! "That is four. Now I've but two feathers more." Whiff! "How tight the last one sticks!" Whiff! "It's gone; and that makes six. The sun is getting low, I see. And you must hurry home to tea." 51 obblecKr Hops TTOBBLEDY HOPS * "^ He made some tops Out of the morning glory; He used the seed, — He did indeed; And that's the end of my story. 52 /'^ OOD Mistress Sundial, what is the hour?" ^^ "Alack! to tell you I've not the power. It rains; and I only can work, you see, When the sun is casting his light on me. I'm nothing at all but a senseless block Whenever his beautiful rays depart; But ask my neighbor, the Four-o'clock; She carries the time o' day in her heart." 53 OOMETHING in the garden murmurs all the day; ^^ Something in the garden moans the night away; Deep in the pine-trees, hidden from our sight, It murmurs all day, and it moans all night. 54 ^^^ Sk. tlicholas 1^1^^^ OME, ho! sing, ho! ye chimney sprites. Come and a riddle unravel: Tell us true, by the dancing lights, Where does Saint Nicholas travel? 55 A SONG OF ST. NICHOLAS In the twinkling of an eye, Hither, thither, doth he hie, — North and south and east and west; Not a moment doth he rest. Valleys, hills, and mountain passes. Sunny fields and drear morasses, Silent plains and busy towns, Yankee meadows, English downs, — Whether crowded, lone or wild. So it holds one little child, — Every spot, he knows by heart; What if half the world apart ? In the twinkling of an eye Hither, thither, doth he hie. Prythee, this riddle unravel: How does Saint Nicholas travel ? i^S^^ How does he travel? This is the way: Sun or storm or blue or gray. Soon as he gathers his stock of toys. Laughing and nodding but never a noise, Laughing and nodding, shaking his sides, This is the way Saint Nicholas rides: Not over mountains, not over streams. But gliding swift through the children's dreams. Soon as their eyelids in slumber close, Hither and thither Saint Nicholas goes. 56 A SONG OF ST. NICHOLAS But how do the little ones go to him? Sing, ho! When the winter waxeth dim, And, Christmas over, the children say, "Good Saint Nick! he has gone away," Oho! he strokes his jolly old nose. And lays him down for a quiet doze. "Ha, ha! the snow is a capital bed!" And he pulls his nightcap over his head. Asleep and resting, O good Saint Nick! Now do the children play him a trick; For, bright and rosy and lithe of limb. They travel quick in his dreams, to him. From every nook and possible place There peeps a beautiful baby-face. With joyous murmur and laughing hum, From every quarter tlie children come. Rosy, tender, and snowflake soft, They throng about him or float aloft; Closer they nestle, a hundred thick. And whisper, "We thank you, dear Saint Nick; We've come to tell you we love you, dear." And Nicholas laughs in his sleep to hear. Oho! sing, ho! and now you know: As soon as the Christmas lights are dim. And the saint no more his rounds doth go. The children flock, in his dreams, to him. 57 58 Tto®Loftfell@i\ Now, Dolly dear, I'm going away. I want you to be good all day. Don't lose your shoes, nor soil your dress, Nor get your hair all in a mess; But just sit still, and I will come And kiss you, soon as I get home. I'd take you, dear, but then, you know It's Wilhelmina's turn to go. She's ill, I'm 'fraid; her eyes don't work; They open worse the more I jerk. She used to be so straight and stout. But now her sawdust's giving out. Her arm is out of order, dear — My papa says she's "out of gear." That's dreadful, isn't it? But then. The air may make her well again. So, Dolly, you'll be glad, I know. To have poor Wilhelmina go. Good -by, my precious; I must run — To-morrow we'll have lots of fun. JOHNNY looked down in the spring, one night. And saw, reflected, a dippver; The handle crooked, the bottom out, Yet floating as trim as a clipper. It wasn't broken; 'twas good as new; Yes, fit for a monarch's daughter. "Ho! you're a funny old dipper!" said John; "You can't hold a drop of water." 60 ,^^^\1 T^OWN in the meadow, close by the hill, ■^-^ Some one is having a party; Never was heard on a summer night still. Buzz of enjoyment so hearty. Strange! for the elves are no longer on earth. Strange! for the fairies are over! But, sure as you live, there are frolic and mirth For somebody, down in the clover. 61 -A. suggestion forA OUPPOSE we think little about number one; ^^ Suppose we all help some one else to have fun; Suppose we ne'er speak of the faults of a friend; Suppose we are ready our own to amend; Suppose we laugh with, and not at, other folk, And never hurt any one "just for the joke;" Suppose we hide trouble, and show only cheer — 'Tis likely we'll have quite a Happy New Year! 62 JEAN AND KITTY T TOW did they learn that their ways were small ? ^ ■*■ Jean and Kitty — How did they know they were scorned by all ? Jean and Kitty. Why, they listened one day, at a neighbor's blinds, And heard the family speak their minds — What a pity! EMONS for Molly; Molly is sour. Roses for Polly; Polly's a flower. Ginger for Willie; Willie is quick. Powders for Tillie; Tillie is sick. 63 KJut of the Shell 'ELL, I'm out, after all! And I'll say, on my word. That's a pretty mean house For a duck of a bird! Why, I couldn't stand up, And I couldn't sit down. But I lay in a cramp From my toes to my crown. My good mammy and dad May have thought me a spoon, But they'll not get me back In that thing very soon. 64 T KNOW where there's a beautiful shoe, ^ Tiny and sweet, and ready for you; It hides away in the balsam-flower. But I'll find you a pair in less than an hour. "Thank you, my laddie; now this I'll do, I'll pluck a heart-flower just for you; *The hearts hang close on a bending spray, And every heart hides a lyre away. "How shall you find it.^ I'll tell you true: You gently sunder the heart in two, And under the color, as white as milk. You'll find the lyre with its strings of silk." 65 ^yHREE- YEAR-OLD WILLIE, bare-footed Willie, ^ Willie, with hair in a golden-thread tangle; Tottering Willie, self-helping Willie, Child in whom sweetness and poverty wrangle; Willie, whose mother toils in my kitchen; Willie, whose father carried a hod; Willie, whose childish disdain is bolder Than the pride of the emperor, favored of God — Why dost thou knock at my heart, little pauper, Bidding me love thee, entering there. Sitting beside little cherubs who blessed me, Thy manner half saucy, and half debonair? With garments all tattered and soiled, little Willie, And face all begrimed ? 'Tis not fitting, you know Velvets and laces are fine, naughty Willie, And poor little boys should not come to me so. The chubby intruder, still wickedly smiling. And, ah! what a shout! (is he laughing at me? Can the rascal know even the thoughts I am thinking ?) Now rushes upon me, and climbs to my knee. And though he is silent, I hear him quite plainly — To listening hearts how a baby can speak! He tells me (while laces and tatters are blending And his sunshiny tangles are brushing my cheek): 6Q WILLIE "I'm a poor little fellow, with no one to teach me; But my soul is a new one — fresh from God; And He gave it something so brave and holy, It never can turn to an earthly clod. The birds never sing, 'Little Willie is ragged!' Nor the flowers, 'He will soil us! Take him away! But they're glad when I happen to look and to listen, And the blue sky is over me night and day. "And what if my father, with hod and trowel, Carried and toiled the whole day long, Didn't he comfort my mother and love her ? Didn't he cheer her with frolic and song? I never saw him. One bright autumn morning, Just three years ago, he went off to the war — Went off to battle for you and your country: And then — he never came home any more. "Nevermore labored with hod and with trowel, Never came back with his joke and his song. Mother would know only working and weeping If I were not sunny and careless and strong. She chides me and kisses me, scolds me and blesses. And prays to the saints that her boy may be good; If she could, she would keep me as clean as a daisy, Not ragged and soiled, in my fresh babyhood." — Say no more, Willie! Mock me and love me! Into my heart enter blithesomely still. Bright little soldier's boy, poor little worker's boy, Shame to the coward who uses thee ill! 67 TROTTY MALONE I lOYS and girls, come riddle and ravel, — ^^ Tell us how you would like to travel. Crispy, crackly, snow and tingle, "Give nae sleighs!" said Jenny Jingle. Stony, bumpty, bang and bolter, "Give me carts!" said Johnny Jolter. Slidy, glidy, jerky whiff-ter, "Give me cars!" cried Sally Swifter. Flipetty, cricketty, elegant go, "Give me a buggy!" said Benjamin Beau. "A fig for them all!" cried Trotty Malone, "Give me a stout pair of legs of my own!" 68 THE TERRIBLE BALL GIVE me your ear, good children all, I'm going to set up a terrible ball — A terrible ball that began to grow From only the least little speck of snow. And, to make the lesson pointed and plain, I'll just remark that life, in the main. Is, etcet'ra — you know; and I hope you'll be good In future to show that you've understood. Three lovely, little artless boys. All of them being mothers' joys. One day decided, in innocent mirth. To make a snow-ball as big as the earth. What makes the story more touching still. The big-eyed school-house on the hill Was in session, under the cross Miss Stookey, And these little boys were "playing hookey." Hookey from Stookey, they worked with a will. The ball grew bigger — and bigger still; Then, like a pumpkin fair and round. They kept it rolling on the ground — Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger. Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger! The boys could hardly push it along, It steadily grew so stout and strong. 69 THE TERRIBLE BALL Now, this mammoth ball that began as a pill. Was made, you must know, on top of a hill; This hill was so terribly steep and high. That even the coasters would pass it by; And, saving a road by the cattle made. It sloped right down, at a fearful grade, To the meadow, where stood a cottage red Where these little children were born and bred. "Halloo!" they cried, "let's have some fun, There's Stookey's pig as sure as a gun!" "Hooray! hooray!" cried the children three, Thus giving vent to their youthful glee. When — what do you think ? — this ungrateful pill. That they'd made so big on top of the hill. With an air that said, "Now, I think I've got 'em! Resolved to roll all the way to the bottom. The ball was swift, the ball was big, Alas for Stookey's innocent pig! Alas for lovers who walked that way. They ne'er in their lives forgot the day! Alas for the learned Professor Gath Who happened to stroll in the snow-ball's path! And alas, alas, for those children three, Who shouted and cheered in their pretty glee! Rolling, growing, demolishing all. On and on went the terrible ball; 70 THE TERRIBLE BALL It left the cattle down on their knees. It crushed the fences and bent the trees; Even the hay-stacks went ker-flop. It wonldn't turn, and it wouldn't stop. But still rolled on in steady motion, Making a bee-line for the ocean! With laugh and shout and merry hoot. Those children followed in glad pursuit. "Hooray! hooray!" they cried again. And then gave chase with might and main; They gave it chase with main and might. But the terrible ball rolled out of sight. And now comes the sa,ddest part of all. (Oh! that cruel, wicked, terrible ball!) When at last the three little artless boys. Tired of running and making a noise, All resolved to go home to bed. Where, oh! where was that cottage red? Where, oh! where? Ask the terrible ball — • Never a home had those children small. Gone, clean gone! with picket and paling — And all their joy was turned to wailing! Hence it is, and so we see Thus and so, it seems to me. As I'm sure you'll all agree, And ever after, better be. 71 NIGHT AND DAY HEN I run about all day, When I kneel at night to pray, God sees. w When I'm dreaming in the dark, WTien I lie awake and hark, God sees. Need I ever know a fear ? Night and day my Father's near:- God sees. 72 I WOULDN'T be a growler, I wouldn't be a bear; I wouldn't be an owlet, always on a stare; I wouldn't be a monkey, doing foolish tricks; I wouldn't be a donkey, full of sullen kicks. I wouldn't be a goose, Nor a peacock full of pride But I would be a big boy, Witli a pocket on each side 73 IN Monday I wash my dollies' clothes. On Tuesday smoothly press 'em; On Wednesday mend their little hose. On Thursday neatly dress 'em. 74 M Y WEEK m^ On Friday I play they're taken ill. On Saturday something or other; But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still; I'm going to church with mother." 75 "T^ABY'S dreams are very bright, ^■^ Though they come at dead of night, When the house is still; For a moonbeam comes to take her WTiere the sweetest sounds shall wake her, Where she'll play at will. In the dreamland, far away, There do sleeping babies play. There they laugh and walk. All the day their speech is gone Not a foot to stand upon — There they leap and talk. 76 BABY IN DREAMLAND There the pretty candle-blaze, When they clutch it, brightly stays; There the stars so grand Come to meet the outstretched arm, Leap all sparkling to the palm Of the little hand. But in all that wondrous place, Still is smiling, mother's face; Mother's touch is there; And like music sweet and low. Though the baby does not know. Breathes the mother's prayer. So the baby laughs and plays Through the happy dreamland ways (Close to heaven, maybe). Till the merry sunbeams take her To her bed, and gently wake her. — Now, come see our Baby! 77 T 'wo little girls are better than one; Two little boys can double the fun; Two little birds can build a fine nest; Two little arms can love mother best. Two little ponies must go to a span; Two little pockets has my little man, — Two little eyes to open and close, Two little ears and one little nose. Two little elbows, dimpled and sweet, Two little shoes on two little feet. Two little lips and one little chin, Two little cheeks with a rose shut in, Two little shoulders, chubby and strong, Two little legs running all day long. Two little prayers does my darling say. Twice does he kneel by my side each day, — Two little folded hands, soft and brown. Two little eyelids cast meekly down, — And two little angels guard him in bed, "One at the foot, and one at the head." 78 THE WELL-MEANING FROG T ^WAS a lonely bog, With a boy and frog On the marsh's brink. "I'll kill him!" cried the boy. In fact. He leaned to do the dreadful act, — When lo! a splash! And in a flash Did froggie think: "What a mishap! That little chap Has tumbled in — Up to his chin! It's very true, He meant to do Some harm to me, But then, you see. To mock him now would not be kind. Lest he should drown. I'll just go down And tickle his ears To calm his fears And let him know that I didn't mind." Soon, a dripping, sobbing, muddy boy Ran home across that lonesome bog; While, placidly smiling on the shore. Squatted that thoroughly well-meaning frog. 79 ^^H, I'm a little Tuchman, ^-^ My name is Van der Dose, An' vat I cannot get to eat, I smells it mit my nose. An' ven dey vill not let me blay, I takes it out in vork; And ven dey makes me vork too hard, I soon de jop will shirk. An' ven dey sends me off to ped, I lays avake all night; An' ven dey comes to vake me up, I shuts my eyes up tight. For I'm a little Tuchman, My name is Van der Dose, An' vat I do not know meinself, I never vants to knows. 80 HOW MANY THINGS IN MY POCKET? ^T^AP at your brain and unlock it, ^ Then count all the things in my pocket: A nail and a screw, A screw-driver, too; A cent and a dollar, A tumbled-up collar; A neck-tie and glove, A note from my love; Two peppermint-drops, A couple of tops; A buckle, a ball, The head of a doll; A top-snare, of course, A six-penny horse; Four pins, always handy. And three sticks of candy; Ten nuts and a pen, A squirt — and what then ? Why, my knife, to be sure, And an old wooden skewer; That's all — oh! a string; A galvanized ring; A pistol (but no one could cock it). And that's all I have in my pocket. 81 EsittlePotSoonffot I pUME and fury! I have cause ^ To tear about and break the laws. But, on the whole, I'd better not; "Little pots are soon hot." Little souls slights discover; Big souls pass 'em over. Big souls bear their trouble; Little souls sizz and bubble. Little souls oft ferment; Big souls are content. Big souls tumble slowly; Little souls — roly poly! Big souls, like as not. When it's fitting, do get hot. But "little pots" all grandeur spoil. I'll think a bit before I boil! 82 ,,N^/''^'^"''--*^_ 'TTxWE you heard the news, good neighbor ^ ^ "No. What is the news, I pray?" " Why, the cat went down to a concert And frightened the music away." 83 GOOD-BY, little birdie! Fly to the sky, Singing and singing A merry good-by. Tell all the other birds. Flying above, Nell, in the garden. Sends them her love. Tell how I found you. Hurt, in a tree; Then, Ti^hen they're wounded They'll come right to me. I'd like to go with you If I could fly; It must be so beautiful Up in the sky! 84 NELL AND HER BIRD Why, little birdie! Why don't you go ? You sit on my finger. And shake your head, "No." He's off! Oh! how quickly And gladly he rose! I know he will love me Wherever he goes. I know — for he really Seemed trying to say, "My dear little Nelly, I can't go away." But just then some birdies Came flying along And sang, as they neared us, A chirruping song. And he felt just as I do WTien girls stand and shout Right under my window "Come, Nelly! Come out!" It's wrong to be sorry; I ought to be glad; But he's the best birdie That ever I had. 85 jl OME one we cannot hear. Some one we cannot see, Shakes the baby, Wakes the baby, 1 Makes him laugh with glee. 86 MY LADDIE Oil! have you seen my laddie? His heart is true and kind; His cheeks are fresh and rosy. His hair floats on the wind. He's a brave and lightsome laddie, On honest toil intent. Oh! we had some words this morning, And I don't know where he went. You'll know if he's my laddie By the twinkle in his e'e When you whisper to him softly That he may come to me. 87 THE STUBBORN BOOT ""DOTHER!" was all John Clatterby said. ^-^ His breath came quick, and his cheek was red. He flourished his elbows, and looked absurd, While, over and over, his " Bother ! " I heard. Harder and harder the fellow worked. Vainly and savagely still he jerked ; The boot, half on, ^could dangle and flap — " Oh, bother ! " and then he broke the strap. Redder than ever his hot cheek flamed ; Harder than ever he fumed and blamed; He wriggled his heel, and tugged at the leather Till knees and chin came bumping together. 88 THE STUBBORN BOOT "My boy!" said I, in a voice like a flute, "Wliy not — ahem! — try the mate of that boot; Or the other foot?" — "I'm a goose," laughed John, As he stood, in a flash, with his two boots on. In half the affairs Of this busy life (As that same day I said to my wife). Our troubles come From trying to put The left-hand shoe On the right-hand foot. Or vice versa (Meaning, reverse, sir). To try to force. As quite of course, Any right foot In the wrong shoe, Is the silliest thing A man can do. 89 SONG OF SUMMER UP in the tree top, down in the ground. High in the blue sky, far, all around, — Near by and far away creatures are living. God in his bounty ever is giving. Up in the tree top, down in the ground. High in the blue sky, far, all around, — Near by and everywhere creatures are striving. Labor is surely the price of their thriving. Up in the tree top. down in the ground. High in the blue sky, far, all around, — Near by and everywhere, singing and humming. Busily, joyfully, Summer is coming! 90 ^ ueen o^Jt\ldiy^ T 'he Queen o' May Held court one day, — The fields had naught to give her; All in their best Her maids were drest, And they began to shiver. The Queen — sweet lass! Said: "Search the grass. And look for daisies growing; You'll find the air Quite soft and fair, Unless it fall a-snowing;." "Quite soft!" they said. Each loyal maid. "So fair!" the boys went chaffing; But soon the May Came down that way, And set them all a-laughing. 91 miHEWOOD "YVTHAT says the book, my lassie? " ^Vhat says the book to thee?" "It says the wood is beautiful, The blossoms fair to see; It says the brook tells merrily A little tale of glee, And birds, brimful of melody. Do sing their songs for me." 92 IN THE WOOD "Then close the page, my lassie, And lift thy pretty head. And what the book would say to thee The wood shall say instead. The brook shall tell its merry tale, The flowers their brightness shed, And the birds shall sing — for life is life. And printed words are dead. "Hear what the bird sings, lassie: 'O little lady fair! The breath of flowers is over thee, The sunlight in thy hair; The heart of a little maiden Is free as birds in the air — And God is good to thee and me, O little lady fair!' " 93 In. the DasKet ^!:;v^K}d]®ff Ota® (£l®@ •* I '^ELL me, O wandering Joe! ^ How many miles did you go ? "Why, one to my mother's, And three to my brother's, And just half a dozen To hunt up a cousin; And half a mile yonder Where porcupines wander; And three half-miles back To cover the track. Then a half and a half To water the calf, And a half and a quarter Before I found water; Add a quarter to that, W^hen I chased a black cat; Then two to town. To see Ned Brown; And one for luck. And one for pluck; And one for trouble. And two for double; And then 'twas best To sit and rest. "And now, my friend," says Joe, "How many miles did I go?" 95 \^hildrens Hy w^n Air, "Little Drops of Water." I i^ROM the sunny morning ^ To the starry night, Every look and motion Meets our Father's sight. From our earliest breathing To our latest year. Every sound we utter Meets our Father's ear. Through our earthly journey, Wheresoe'er we go, Every thought and feeling Doth our Father know. Let us then be careful That our looks shall be Brave and kind and cheerful. For our Lord to see. * Let us guard each accent With a holy fear, Fit our every saying For our Lord to hear. 96 CHILDREN'S HYMN Let no thought within us. Hidden or confessed. Ever bring a sorrow To our dear Lord's breast. Help us, O our Father! Hear our earnest plea — Teach Thy little children How to live for Thee! 97 THE SUN AND THE STARS /^NE day, when the sun was going down, ^^ He said to a star hard by: "Sparkle your best; for you see, my friend, I'm going out of the sky." Now, the little star was old as the sun, Though rather small of his age. So he kept quite still in the yellow light. And looked as wise as a sage. "I'm going, you see!" cried the sun again, "Going right out of the sky!" And he slid away, but not out of sight Of that little star hard by. The little star, peering, saw him go On his gorgeous western way; And twinkled with fun, as he said, "O Sun! You're in for another day! "And as for going out of the sky, Your majesty knows you can't; You are shining sobiewhere, full and strong, In spite of your rays aslant." 98 THE SUN AND THE STARS No answer. Then the star grew bright, And sparkled as neighbors came; He told the joke to the twinkling crowd, And they laughed the sun to shame. One gay little star was so amused, That he shot across the sky; And all the others bobbed and blinked To see him go speeding by. But after awhile, a rosy light Appeared on the eastern side; And, one by one, the stars grew shy, And tried in the sky to hide. "Ho! ho!" the sun broke forth. "Ho! ho! Just stay where you are, my dears. And shine away, for you can't be seen When all of my light appears. "The people below will say you are gone. Though you're shining. Think of that! Well, they thought all night I had left the sky,- So it's only tit for tat." L.ofC. 99 TAKING TIME TO GROW '11 TfAMMA! mamma!" two eaglets cried, XVX "To let us fly you've never tried. We vpant to go outside and play; We'll promise not to run away." The mother wisely shook her head: "No, no, my dears. Not yet," she said. "But, mother dear," they called again, "We want to see those things called men, And all the world so grand and gay. Papa described the other day. And — don't you know .'' — he told you then About a little tiny wren. That flew about so brave and bold, When it was barely four weeks old.''" But still the mother shook her head; "No, no, my dears, not yet," she said. "Before you see the world below, Far bigger you will have to grow. There's time enough to look for men; And as for wrens — a wren's a wren. What if your freedom does come late? An eaglet can afford to wait." 100 IheRats TVTHEN I'm sitting *• At my knitting After tea — - Deary me! Such commotion, — Land o' Goshen ! And it's all In the wall ! Rumble, tumble, Flurry, scurry. Now a rushing. And a crushing; Now a rattle. And a battle; Now a squeak And a fall, But the clatter, For that matter. And the rumble And tumble And scratching And catching Keep on Through it all. Rats in dozens, With their cousins, Or in droves, With their loves: Now it's raps, Now it's taps, Or it's crunching, Or munching; Or a creak. Or a shriek. If I knew What to do. Or you'd show Where to go, I'd be off Like a streak. Rats are rats. Spite of cats And the rest. But — my star!— Beginning or end Or middle, depend The things are a pest; And they're all In the wall; So they are ! 101 DOGGIE'S TRICKS HAT'S this coming? Baby, hark! It's the doggie — hear him bark: "Bow, wow, wow, wow" — Don't you frighten Baby now! w Pussy hears him. See her hide. Now her eyes are open wide: "Meouw, Meouw — sptisss, spti.sssl" Oh, how angry pussy is! Go 'way, doggie — run off, quick; Moonie cow has found your stick — "Moo, moo, moo, moo;" Moonie cow is calling you. Now he's off. He's in the yard. All the sheep are running hard. "Ba-a, ba-a, ba-a, ba-a!" (What a naughty dog you are!) Up, old rooster! doggie's coming; He will catch you — see him running! "Ech-ka cock-a-doodle-doo" — Go 'way, dog! Who cares for you ? Now he's at the ducks — O look! See them waddle to the brook. 102 DOGGIE'S TRICKS "Quack! quack! quack! quack!" Doggie cannot drive them back. Turkey gobbler, chase him now; Chase him, turkeys! "Bow, wow, wow!" "Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!" "Bow, wow, wow" — "gobble, gobble!" Sting him, bees! The naughty doggie! Jump upon him, great big froggie! 'Buzz, buzz," "gluck, gluck:" Now, old doggie, where's your pluck ? There, they've bothered you enough — And you're sorry, poor old Buff? "Bow, wow, wow, wow," Come and play with Baby now. 103 THE THIRD OF JULY HA, ha! little Toddlekins — cash, did you say? You shall have it, my boys. For racket and noise, Crackers and powder, Louder and louder. Shall bang and resound on the glorious day! Here's a dollar for Johnny, a dollar for Paul. And you, little Dick, Come to father, my chick! Now that's for a pack, And that's for a pack, And that's for torpedoes and snappers and all! Now Robbie and Willie, — you boys with "real" pockets; Ha, ha! I declare. Shall I put it in there ? Hear it dropping, co-chunk! What! you want more for punk? Here it is. And I'll see to the pin-wheels and rockets. Of course, you all know of the great Declaration That made us as free As a country could be. On that glorious Fourth, East, West, South, and North Were proclaimed a United American Nation! 104 THE THIRD OF JULY How our forefathers bled, — they, the mighty and wroth! To make us all free, — Yes, you, boys, and me. Though you can't understand How they wrestled and planned. You can honor them, boys, and remember the Fourth. Be off with your money! To-morrow's the word! Hold, Johnny, here's more To divide 'twixt you four. And Dick, here's a dime, — Hurrah! What a time! We'll have such a racket as never was heard! 105 106 -^^-^ Comina wo fair ships are sailing, Sailing over the sea, — Willie's ship and my ship — Full as full can be; Side by side, my Willie says. Like as pin to pin. Oh, the happy, happy days When our ships come in! While our ships are sailing. Sailing over the sea, — Willie's ship and my ship — Full as full can be. Sailing on the sunny tide, Grieving would be sin: Soon or late, and side by side, Shall our ships come in. 107 ~^ ■^ 1^ ©(ilOJrD^ H, a perfect nose, And dainty toes, And woolen hose, Had Miss Rose! A dog was she of high degree. Born of an ancient family. From her mother's side Came her Spanish pride; She had royal ways. And her pedigree reckoned From the glorious days Of Charles the Second! Well, she needed an escort To a party of some sort, One evening in May. And to see her bother 'Twixt one dog and t'other, Was as good as a play. 108 THE DAINTY MISS ROSE Many pups came to say They would be at her service. But she sent them away With a manner quite nervous. In fact, I must own, Of dogs fully grown, She snubbed them by name As fast as they came: Sir Rover was coarse, And Ponto was cruel; Old Bounce was a horse, Young Pip lived on gruel; Spitz was a sneak, Fido was surly; Pomp was too sleek, Carlo too curly; Then came a brave wight For a desperate pull; He had been in a fight. Old Major de Bull. He was cross as a bear. And scanty of hair. Also young Isle of Skye, Rather down at the heel; And the well-mannered Guy, Who was sour, but genteel. 109 THE DAINTY MISS ROSE But dainty Miss Rose Still tossed up her nose — She couldn't, she couldn't, She wouldn't, she shouldn't With one of them go, She'd thank 'em to know. By this time it was growing late. And dainty Rose bemoaned her fate; When, in the sky, there sprang in sight A throbbing, sparkling thing of light. "What's that," she cried, "I see afar?" And Guy replied, "The great Dog Star- "Too Sirius, dear, for such as you, And very much above you, too." "Not so, indeed!" cried dainty Rose, No longer turning up her nose. "Now, I am matched at last, you see, The Dog Star shall my escort be!" Then off she started, quite content, And gallantly the Dog St.ir went. For all the way he kept in sight. And held her in his tender light. Guiding her steps with steady rays, And blinking when he met her gaze. 110 F cows wore satin slippers, And kits were dressed in silk, We'd send the mice to dancing-school. And beg our buttermilk. UMBLE, bramble, which came first, sir,- Eggs or chickens ? Who can tell ? I'll never believe that the first egg burst, sir, Before its mother was out of her shell. EES in the manger — Poor Dobbin's nose! Boys in the garden; — Hide, pretty rose! Cats in the dairy — Woe to the cream! Spiders on the ceiling — Hear Mollie scream! Ill TWTHIMPY, little Whimpy '' Cried so hara one day, His Grandma couldn't stand it, And his mother ran away; His sister climbed the hay-mow. His father went to town, And cook flew to the neighbor's, In her shabby, kitchen gown. Whimpy, little Whimpy Stood out in the sun And cried until the chickens And ducks began to run; Old Towser in his kennel Growled in an angry tone; Then burst his chain, and Whimpy Was left there, all alone. Whimpy, little Whimpy Cried, and cried, and cried; Soon the sunlight vanished. Flowers began to hide. Birdies ceased their singing. Frogs began to croak. Darkness came; and Whimpy Found crying was no joke. 112 LITTLE WHIMPY Whlmpy, little Whimpy, Will ne'er forget the day When his Grandma couldn't stand it. And his mother ran away; He was waiting by the window When they all came home to tea — And a gladder boy than Whimpy You need never hope to see. 113 LITTLE BEGINNINGS LITTLE girl on a little bench By a little window stood, And a little trouble was in her heart- "Ah! if I were but good!" "Not very, very good," she thought, "Like dear Aunt Jane who died; But only patient, true and kind. And free from wicked pride." Then upward rose a little prayer — So earnestly it went. That the little heart of the little maid Was filled with a sweet content. And standing there on the little bench. She looked up into the sky: "I'll try to be good right off," she said, "And better yet, by and by." 114 RUT-A-TUT-TUTS! Who can crack nuts? Squirrels, can you ? "That we can, true — Rut-a-tut-tuts, We can crack nuts!" Chicketty-chack, t Cracketty-crack. "Pooh!" said the hammer, "Silence your clamor, Rut-a-tut-tuts — Who can't crack nuts?" 115 THE SAND nAN /'^IIO! but he travels the country over, ^^ The queer Httle, kind httle, elfish rover! Lightly he bears in his tricksome hand A silvery horn full of sleepy sand, Shaking it here, and shaking it there, Till the blossoms nod in the drowsy air; Till the sunlight creeps down hill to bed. Or slips through the sky where clouds are red; Till the lambkins bleat a soft "good-night!" And birds grow still in the tree-tops bright. While sweet little eyelids, all over the land. Droop with the weight of the silvery sand. 116 THE SAND MAN Oho! Oho! where the Sand Man goes Every one wonders and nobody knows; For just when the right time comes to peep, Little and big are falHng asleep. He steals to the cradles, the cribs, the beds. And sprinkles his sand over children's heads. Till bright little faces lie warm and still, Smiling or grave, at the Sand Man's will. He catches them often at full mid-day, And bids them stop in their merry play — With a "Ho! my darling," "Hi! my dear," "I'll sing a dream-song into your ear." Some on the carpet, some on the chairs. Some curled up on the nursery stairs; Some in the grass where the shadows play. Some hidden deep in the fragrant hay. And some w^ho, folded in mother's embrace. Float in a lullaby, pressing her face. Oho! but he travels the country over, The queer little, kind little, elfish rover! And whence he comes, and whither he goes. Every one wonders, and nobody knows; For just when the right time comes to peep. All the children are falling asleep. 117 HERE was a brave knight of Lor- raine, Who hated to give people pain. "I'll skeer them," he said, "But won't kill 'em dead" — This noble young knight of Lorraine. 118 T*S coming, boys, It's almost here; It's coming, girls. The grand New Year! A year to be glad in, Not to be bad in; A year to live in, To gain and give in; A year for trying. And not for sighing; A year for striving And hearty thriving; A bright new year. Oh! hold it dear; For God who sendeth He only lendeth. 119 _ THE NAUGHTY BOY "^^CH, save us!" cried Betty, "I'm 'most driven wild; ^*^ Would you shtep here a moment, ma'am, please ? For the sowl of me, ma'am, I can't ready the child While he keeps up such doin's as these. "I might better be curlin' a porkerpine quill, Or washin' the face of a eel. Than be dressin' of him — for he never bees still 'Less I howld him by neck an' by heel. "It's three blissed times since I put on his clothes That he's wriggled stret off o' the chair; Not a moment ago he attack-ted me nose, And it's twice he's been into me hair. "If ye'll credit me, ma'am, wid his cryin' an' kickin', He's brought tears to me eyelids, like rain — If he wasn't so bad, ma'am, I wouldn't be speakin'. For I niver was one to complain." Thus summoned, I went to the nursery-door, There sat master Johnny, a-pout. And I said, as I lifted him up from the floor, "Why, Johnny, what's all this about?" A scream was his answer. His flushed little face Looked angrily up into mine; 120 THE NAUGHTY BOY "Oo hurt!" "Do I, Johnny? Where? — show me the place!" But his cry only changed to a whine. In a moment, I found out the cause of the trouble — 'Twas a pin, pricking deep in his side; And she, in her roughness, had bent the thing double — No wonder my darling had cried! Poor Johnny! He sobbed on my shoulder awhile, Then held up his face to be kissed; (If Betty went back to the Emerald Isle, I know where she wouldn't be missed.) Soon, meek as a lamb when the tempest is whirling. And the shepherd is deaf to his bleat, Our Johnny submitted to washing and curling. Till Betty proclaimed him "complete." In "righting" each other, (As Betty would say). If we find there's a bother That stands in the way — Perhaps 'twould be well. Before crying, "Sin," And running to tell. To look for the pin! 121 TTOLLOA! ■*■ ■'■ What's the matter? Why this bustle, Noise and clatter? Mercy on us! Don't you know Little Pipkin's Stubbed his toe! What's that? Some one knocks. How the wind Shakes the locks! Run, quick! How absurd — Only a beggar. Upon my word! 122 ^%.... A LITTLE mote lived in a sunbeam, And danced in its light all day; But she jumped with surprise one morning, At hearing the housemaid say: — "Oh, the dust! How it keeps one a-working! It settles all over the room — And the air is so full, it is folly To labor with duster and broom!" "Poor thing!" sighed the mote, "Well, I'm sorry. I think I'll go hide in her hair— I'm such a wee speck of a dustlet She never will know I am there." 123 "TFie 2^lpHabe t T ITTLE boys with pockets, ^■^ Little boys with none, Little bright-eyed lassies Gather, every one ! Crowd around me closely. Would you master books? You must first discover How each letter looks. A E has a bar Where a fairy might ride; is a post With two loops at the side. might be round If a piece you would lend; is a buck-saw Standing on end. has a peg In the middle, they say; 124 THE ALPHABET G I is an E With the bottom away. is like C, With a block on one end; has a seat That would hold you, depend. is so straight It would do for a prop; is a crook With a bar at the top. is a stick With a crotch fastened to it; is a roost, If the chickens but knew it. 125 THE ALPHABET M O R Q R has four parts. As you quickly may see; the poor fellow! Is made out of three. is so round It would do for a hoop; is a stick With a top like a loop. to be curly Is constantly trying; is like B, With the bottom loop flying. is a snake. All crooked and dread; 126 Z THE ALPHABET is a pole With a bar for a head. it is plain, Would make a good swing; is as sharp As a bumble-bee's sting. ought To be called double-V; IS a cross, As you plainly can see; is just formed Like a V on a stand; is the crookedest Thing in the land! 127 "T Tow sweet," said the swan, * "^ "To glide and plash! And not, like a frog, To dive and dash." "How fine," said the frog, "To dive and dash! And not, like a swan. To glide and plash." "But better than either To float with grace," A pond lily whispered, "Yet keep your place." 128 FARMER in Bunglcton had a colt, That couldn't be taught to moo; And he kept his cow under lock and bolt Till the smith could make her a shoe. His ducks wouldn't gobble, his geese wouldn't quack, His cat couldn't bark at all. "I'm clean discouraged!" he cried; "alack! I'll give up my farm in the fall." THERE was a shrewd lad of Cooloo Who thought baby's tooth wasn't through. Says he, "Though I doubt, I'se a-gwine to find out." And he did — that shrewd lad of Cooloo. 129 AsasA'^ ^^NE rainy morning, ^^ Just for a lark, I jumped and stamped On my new Noah's Ark: I crushed an elephant. Smashed a gnu. And snapped a camel Clean in two; I finished the wolf Without half tryin'. And wild hyena. And roaring lion; I knocked down Ham, And Japhet, too. And cracked the legs Of the kangaroo; I finished, besides. Two pigs and a donkey, A polar bear, A 'possum, and monkey; Also the lions, Tigers, and cats, And dromedaries. And tiny rats. 130 AMONG THE ANIMALS There wasn't a thing That didn't feel, Sooner or later, The weight o' my heel; I felt as grand As grand could be — But oh, the whipping My mammy gave me! 131 POOR little Toddlekins, All full o' skeeter-bites - "Bodder him awful," Baby can't sleep o' nights. Buzzing all over him, Singing and tickling, In and out, round about, Nipping and prickling. Poor little Toddlekins, All full o' skeeter-bites — "Bodder him awful," Can't even sleep o' nights! 132 X^to®6 stoaoo I'VE got a penny. What shall I buy? I'll buy a — whistle. That's what I'll buy. " I've got two pence. What shall I buy? I'll buy a — pop-gun, That's what I'll buy. "I've got three pence. What shall I buy? I'll buy a — horsey. That's what I'll buy." :Cg7 Notice - The charm of this thrilling ditty lies in allowing the little one to suggest the last word of the third lines, and it can be kept up inde6nitely. 133 WAITING FOR FATHER TN the gray of the twilight and glow of the fire, ^ A little girl sat on the rug. She was warming a slipper; and Pussy sat nigh her. And also her friend, Mr. Pug. And the song in the heart of the glad little girl, As the light of the fire played over each curl, Was, "Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah! Father is coming — hurrah!" She had spread out his soft woolen gown on the chair. With its facings of beautiful blue; Had picked up her playthings that lay here and there, And arranged things as well as she knew. "For the room must be tidy and pretty and bright," She said to herself, "when he comes, every night. And soon he is coming — hurrah! hurrah! Father is coming — hurrah!" How rosy her cheeks, and how sparkling her eyes! How dimpled her soft little hand! While Pussy and Pug look as solemn and wise As if the whole scene they had planned. But you never would think, so demure are the three. That the little maid's heart could be singing with glee: "Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah! Father is coming — hurrah!" 134 WAITING FOR FATHER The sunlight has vanished, and bleak is the street. And beggars are dreading the night. The pavement is noisy with home-speeding feet, And only the windows are bright; When quickly the little maid springs from the rug, Leaving Pussy half sleeping, but followed by Pug; "Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah! Father is coming — hurrah!" 135 [D)®[o)lo)[i(j^HrbKid! OBBIN has a little friend, Spotted white and sable; Every day she goes to him, In his lonely stable. Not a mite of dread has she. Not a thought of danger; Lightly runs between his hoofs. Jumps upon his manger; Lays her soft, warm cheek to his. Purrs her meek "Good morning!" Gives the flies that hover near, Such a look of warning! "Dobbin, dear," she sometimes says, "Feel my winter mittens; Nice and warm, you see, and made Purposely for kittens. "Dobbin, dear, such times at home! Mother has caught a rat! Brought it home to show to us — What do you think of that.?" "Dobbin!" she whispers, purring still, "You often get so weary. Why don't you balk or run away, And get your freedom, dearie?" 136 DOBBIN'S FRIEND Then Dobbin gives liis head a toss, And says, "For shame, jNIiss Kitty, If I could do so mean a tiling, 'Twould be a monstrous pity; "No, no; my master's good and kind; I'll never vex him, never!" And pussy, pleased, still rubs his cheek, And likes him more than ever. ISI PINNING your top. Don't let it flop, boys; Flying your kite, Pull with your might, boys. Rolling your hoop, Never you stoop, boys; Either stand still. Or play with a will. 138 ONE step — two step, Three step — four. . ^Yho says my baby Can't travel the floor? Five step — six step — Seven step — eight! Now shall my baby Rest him in state! J 139 the morning early — Hi for my baby sweet! lere'c a gown for his body, Here are shoes for his feet. id here is his snowy tucker Tied with ribbons fair, And here is his little mammy To curl his bonny hair. Here is his little bath-tub, And here is his little sponge, Before the gown and the curling My baby shall have a plunge. 140 NEVER in a fool's mouth Thrust your careless finger', If you do, there's danger It may chance to linger. Never to the foolish Tell your dearest thought; Or you'll find your confidence, Like your finger, "caught." Never with the silly Banter, sport, or jest; Even for your frolics Wise friends are the best- ial ^®[L:3O&&0(§[fD^®rS(SO@^ c I wo little froggies they sighed to one another: "Our puddle is all water and no meat. Let us sit upon the bank, where the lovely mud is shining, And maybe we'll see something good to eat." Forty little ants said gayly to each other: "Hurrah! Hurrah! We're going to the bogs;" But the forty little ants never dreamed that they were going Just to make a dainty dinner for the frogs. 142 I JINS in the carpet, tacks in the floor, * Needles in the drugget, wind through the door, Fire in the fender! Oh, it beats all! There isn't a place where our baby can crawl. ROTTERY, trottery, out of breath! Nurse trots the baby 'most to death; Sick or well, or cold or hot, It's trottery, trottery, trottery-trot! 143 PUSSY'S CLASS "TI^TOW, children," said Puss, as she shook her head, • ^ "It is time your morning lesson was said." So her kittens drew near with footsteps slow. And sat down before her, all in a row. "Attention, class!" said the cat-mamma, "And tell me quick where your noses are." At this all the kittens sniffed the air As though it were filled with a perfume rare. "Now what do you say when you want a drink .f*" The kittens waited a moment to think, And then the answer came clear and loud — You ought to have heard how those kittens meow'd! "Very well. 'Tis the same, with a sharper tone, When you want a fish or a bit of bone. Now what do you say when children are good?" And the kittens purred as soft as they could. "And what do you do when children are bad.' When they tease and pull.''" Each kitty looked sad "Pooh!" said their mother, "that isn't enough; You must use your claws when children are rough! "And where are your claws? No, no, my dear;" (As she took up a paw) " See! they're hidden here." Then all the kittens crowded about To see their sharp little claws brought out. 144 PUSSY'S CLASS They felt quite sure they never should need To use such weapons — oh, no, indeed! But their wise mamma gave a pussy's "pshaw!" And boxed their ears with her softest paw. "Now 'Sptisss!' as hard as you can," she said — But every kitten hung down its head — "Sptisss! I say," cried the mother cat. But they said, "O mammy, we can't do that!" "Then go and play," said the fond mamma; "What sweet little idiots kittens are! Ah, well, I was once the same, I suppose" — And she looked very wise and rubbed her nose. 145 r\UMPHY DICKY said, "/ can't;" ^^ Joe said, "By and by;" Grumpy Jacky said, "/ shan't;" Tommy said, "I'll try." OOME are starving, some are filling, ^^ Some are lazy, and some are willing, Some are frowzy, and others are curled — It takes all kinds, sir, to make a world. ** I 'HERE'S a fragrance in the blossom, ^ But the fruit is better still; And the river rushes farther Than ever could the rill. 146 "T To. for a frolic!" ^ ^ Said Johnny the stont: "There's coasting and sledding,- I'm going out! " Scarcely had Johnny Plunged in the snow, When there came a complaint Up from his toe:— "We're cold," said the toe, "I and the rest; There are ten of us freezing — ■ Standing abreast." Then up spoke an ear: "My! but it's labor — Playing in winter. Eh, Opposite neighbor?" "Pooh!" said his nose, Angry and red; "Who wants to tingle? Go home to bed!" 147 JOHNNY THE STOUT Eight little fingers, Four to a thumb, All cried together, "Johnny, we're numb!" But Johnny the stout Wouldn't listen a minute; Never a snow-bank But Johnny was in it. Tumbling and jumping. Shouting with glee, Wading the snow-drifts Up to his knee. Soon he forgot them. Fingers and toes, — Never once heeded The ear and the nose. Ah, what a frolic! All in a glow, Johnny grew warmer Out in the snow. Often his breathing Came with a joke: "Blaze away, Johnny! I'll do the smoke." "And I'll do the fire," Said Johnny the bold; "Fun is the fuel, For driving off cold." 148 WQSgP TF Pussy were made of leather, •^ And Doggie were made of lead, I'd tumble them both together, And hammer them on the head. But Pussy is warm and tender. And Doggie is good and true; So I'd rather far defend her, — And Doggie, too. — Wouldn't you ? LD Doctor Paff, he used to laugh Whenever he saw the brindle calf. But Doctor Paff thought best to bow When at last he met the brindle cow. 149 WILLIE'S LODGER n^WO little boys named Willie ^ Live in the house with me. One is as good a darling As ever I wish to see; His eyes are glad, his smile is sweet, His voice is kind, his dress is neat. And he is the boy for me. This Willie says, "Good morning!" Happy as any bird; A merrier laugh, a lighter step, No mortal ever heard. "Thank you," he says, and "If you please: He will not pout, he will not tease — Oh! he is the boy for me! The other Willie, sad to say. Is very, very bad; I think he is as cross a child As ever a mother had. "Go 'way!" he shrieks. He squalls and cries. The angry tears oft fill his eyes — He is not the boy for me. He lingers round my Willie, And whispers evil things — Oh! how we dread him! for we know The sin and grief he brings! 150 WILLIE'S LODGER Who keeps him, then? Why, Willie's self;. He keeps this wicked Willie-elf Who is not the boy for me. If I were you, my Willie, I'd make him stay away, — This boy who grieves your mother And spoils your brightest day, — For he lives in you where he doesn't belong; So oust him, Willie! Send him along! "Clear out!" I'd say, "old Fume and Fret! This heart of mine is not to let, — You're not the boy for me." 151 ||OOR Billy boy was music mad, Oh music mad was he; And yet he was as blithe a lad As any lad could be — With a "hi-de-diddle. Bow and fiddle, Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he — For Billy was as blithe a lad As any lad could be. "Nobody knows the joy I know. Or sees the sights I see, So play me high, or j)lay me low, My fiddle's enough for me. It takes me here, it takes me there — So play me low or high — It finds me, binds me anywhere. And lifts me to the sky." With a "hi-de-diddle. Bow and fiddle, Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he — For Billy was as blithe a lad As any lad could be. 152 Little /list Limlievicin T ITTLE Miss Limberkin, ^■^ Dreadful to say, Found a mouse in the cupboard Sleeping away. Little Miss Limberkin Gave such a scream, She frightened the little mouse Out of its dream. 153 > to^do^lt T'LL tell you how I speak a piece: ^ First, I make my bow; Then I bring ray words out clear And plain as I know how. Next, I throw my hands up so ! Then I lift my eyes — That's to let my hearers know Something doth surprise. Next, I grin and show my teeth. Nearly every one; Shake my shoulders, hold my sides: That's the sign of fun. Next I start and knit my brow, Hold my head erect: Something's wrong, you see, and I Decidedly object. Then I wabble at ray knees, Clutch at shadows near. Tremble well from top to toe: That's the sign of fear. 154 THE WAY TO DO IT Now I start, and with a leap Seize an airy dagger. "Wketch!" I cry. That's tragedy, Every soul to stagger. Then I let my voice grow faint, Gasp and hold my breath; Tumble down and plunge about: That's a villain's death. Quickly then I come to life, (Pardon me the fraud) With a bow my speech is done — Now you'll please applaud. 155 HALLOO, OLD SCUTTLE! T TALLQO. old scuttle! good old soul, ■^ ^ What's become of all your coal ? Why the tongs he came with a gobbledy-gun, And took my coals out, one by one; And the blaze ran in with a tricksy-spire And set the pretty things a-fire; And the blower came with a roaring-roar. And made them burn up more and more; And then the poker with koppitty-hop. He poked their ashes and made 'em drop — And that, O Koppitty-Rigamarole! Is what's become of all mv coal." 156 HEN I was little. Thought I was big; Now I'm a giant, Don't care a fig. When I was nobody, Felt quite a chap; Now that I'm somebody Don't care a rap. T'D like to be a splendid man — ■^ Yes, perfect — just like my Papa — - But then I'd soon be scolded well. As "Daddy" is by dear Mamma. 157 NOT ONLY IN THE CHRISTMAS-TIDE I^TOT only in the Christmas-tide ^ ^ The holy baby lay But month by month his home he blessed, And brightened every day. Each season held its light divine, Its glow of love and cheer; For Christ, who lived for all the world, Was part of all the year. 158 w[k)[?Oc! /^H, tell me, children who have seen ^-^ The Christmas-tree in bloom, What is the very brightest thing That sparkles in the room ? The candles? No. The tinsel? No. The skates and shining toys ? Not so, indeed; nor yet the eyes Of happy girls and boys. It's Christmas day itself, my dears! It's Christmas day alone — The brightest gift, the gladdest gift The world has ever known. 159 Oide bySicte " What is the baby thinking about ? Very wonderful things, no doubt." TVTHAT are the old folks thinking about? ' ' Very wonderful things, no doubt. A thought like this filled the baby's head (A wonderful baby, and very well read). He gazed at grandpa, and grandma too; And mirrored the pair in his eyes of blue, As side by side they sat there, rocking — He with his pipe, and she with her stocking. And the baby wondered, as well he might, Why old folks always were happy and bright; And he said in his heart, with a blithe little start That showed how gladly he'd act his part: "I'll find some baby, as soon as I can. To stay with me till I'm grown an old man; And, side by side, we'll sit there, rocking — I with my pipe, and she with her stocking." 160 T^IRDIES with broken wings, ^"^ Hide from each other; But babies in trouble, Can run home to mother. l: 161 HERE was an old lady all dressed in silk, Who lived upon lemons and buttermilk; And, thinking this world was a sour old place, She carried its acid all over her face; 162 T H K THREE OLD LADIES fl^ ..^ Another old lady, all dressed in patches, Lived upon nothing but Lucifer matches; So the vjorld, it made her strangle and cough. And sure as you rubbed her you set her oflF. 163 THE THREE OLD LADIES Another old lady, all sminy and neat, » — ^»»^ Who lived upon sugar, and every thing sweet; ^'^ Exclaimed, when she heard of their troubles, "I never! For the world is so nice I could live on forever." Now, children, take your choice Of the food your hearts shall eat; There are sourish thoughts, and brimstone thoughts. And thoughts all good and sweet; And whatever the heart feeds on, Dear children, trust to me. Is precisely what this queer old world Will seem to you to be. 164 . THE MAYOR OF SCUTTLETON ^T^HE Mayor of Scuttleton burned liis nose •^ Trying to warm his copper toes; He lost his money and spoiled his will By signing his name with an icicle-quill; He went bare-headed, and held his breath, And frightened his wife almost to death; He loaded a shovel, and tried to shoot. And killed the calf in the leg of his boot; He melted a snow-bird, and formed the habit Of dancing jigs with a sad Welsh rabbit; He lived on taffy, and tq,xed the town; And read his newspaper upside down; Then he sighed, and hung his hat on a feather. And bade the townspeople come together; But the worst of it all was, nobody knew What the Mavor of Scuttleton next would do. 165 '\Nlmh [M]©&o©Ga§ 'TpHREE-YEAR-OLD Nell by the window-pane ^ stood, A good little girl, and as pretty as good. Watching the snow come down — Falling so lightly. So swiftly and brightly. It whitened all the town. "See, Aunty!" she cried, in a joyous strain, "Oh, Aunty, look out! and see the popped rain! The air is as full as can be; And it never stops, But it jumps and hops. Like the corn that you pop for me." 166 GOOD-NIGHT ! WHAT do I see in Baby's eyes So bright? I see the bhie, I see a spark, I see a twinkle, in the dark, Of light. What do I see in Baby's eyes Shut tight? The bhie is gone, the light is hid — I'll lay a soft kiss on each lid. Good -night! HAT makes baby brave and bright ? Angels guard him day and night. 167 TEN KINDS TVTINNIE WHINE-Y, all things grieve her; "■ Fannie Fibber, who'd believe her? Lotty Loozem, late to school, sir; Albert Allplay, quite a fool, sir; Kitty Kissem, loved by many, Georgy Grump, not loved by any; Ralphy Ruff, — beware his fist, sir; Tillie Tattle, like a blister; Gus Goodaction, bright and cheery; Sammy Selfish, sour and dreary. Do you know them, as I've sung them ? Easy 'tis to choose among them. 168 SHEPHERD JOHN /^H! Shepherd John is good and kind, ^-^ Oh! Shepherd John is brave; He loves the weakest of his flock. His arm is quick to save. But Shepherd John to little John Says: "Learn, my laddie, learn! In grassy nooks still read your books. And aye for knowledge burn. "Read while you tend the grazing flock: Had I but loved my book, I'd not be still in shepherd's frock, Nor bearing shepherd's crook. "The world is wide, the world is fair, There's muckle work to do. I'll rest content a shepherd still. But grander fields for vou!" 169 LazyL T AZY LOU, Lazy Lou, ^-^ What's the matter, child, with you ? Can't you work ? Can't you play ? Can't you tuck your hair away ? If I were you, my Lazy Lou, I'd change my ways. That's what I'd do. COMB AND BRUSH ""DUSY bee! busy bee! ^-^ Where is your home ? " "In truth, pretty maiden, I live in a comb." "And you, little Rabbit, Where do you rush.''" "I rush to r y home, dear. Under the brush!" 170 FLOWERS 11 TTV little one came, and bronght me a flower, ^'^ Never a sweeter one grew; But it drooped and faded in one short hour, And lost all its pretty blue. My little one stayed in the room and played; And so my flower bloomed bright, — - My beautiful blossom that did not fade. But slept in my arms all night. 171 mHinKtngAlouai T ITTLE Jenny with a pail •'"^ Tripping to the spring; Little Jack astride a rail Laughed to hear her sing. Little Jenny softly said, "I'm tired as I can be." But Jack was sure that the little maid Said, "Carry my pail for me." 172 too© IFbip© ILLY lay by the dimpling brook. Where the sun had lain before; And, strange to say, when its place he took. The spot just brightened the more. The birds were singing in the blue, A song that was like a hymn; While the baby ducklings, two by two, Strayed into the water to swim. "Heigho!" sighed Willy, "I cannot fly. Nor even so much as float; And as for singing like robins, why, I never could raise a note. "But I can play on my pipe," said he; And soon the music came — - So clear and sweet, so blithesome free. That it put the birds to shame. 173 WILLY AND HIS PIPE The baby ducklings softly splashed. The robins yet harder tried, The sprinkled grass in sunlight flashed. As it nodded by Willy's side. And, before he knew, he was floating free On a sparkling river of thought; W^hile the birds in the air came down to see What wonder the pipe had wrought. And still the music softly rose. Still Willy was floating free; And the little ducks with their funny toes. Were happy as happy could be. 174 HRie Knowmg Raccoon THERE once was a knowing raccoon Who didn't believe in the moon. "Every month— don't you see?— There's a new one," said he. "No real moon could wear out so soon!' 175 I HE Moon went up to the twinkling sky, * To see what the stars were about: "Fair Night," quoth she, "are the family in?" "Oh! no, they are every one out." 176 .^^ s^5 td/ioming f^ OOD-MORNING, mamma! Good-morning, ^^ bright sun! Good-morning, papa! The day is begun. Good-morning to every one, pussy as well: Does he sleep like the rest, till he hears the first bell ? Good-morning it is, for the sky is all blue. The grass is just shining and sparkling with dew; The birds all are singing their merriest song. And the air through the window comes sunny and Good-morning it is, for dark was the night. And chilly and still; but the morning is bright. If God did not watch us and bring us the .day, We would never be able to get up and play. Good-morning, new day! I'm glad we're awake. Your work and your sunshine and frolic to take; And I'm glad we are able so gayly to call: Good-morning! good-morning! Good-morning to all! 177 V/^Ke upBirdie "DIRDIE with the folded wing, ^■^ Shall we never hear you sing ? Sleepy birdie, wake up quick! Pretty birdie, are you sick ? Birdie, birdie! are you dead? Birdie, birdie! lift your head! Lift your head, and show your beak Naughty birdie! won't you speak? Here is water for your cup; Here is sugar — eat it up: Here is sunshine warm and bright. — Now he sings with all his might! 178 OhN< TF blue-birds bloomed like flowers in a row, * And never could make a sound. How would the daisies and violets know When to come out of the ground! They would wait and wait the seasons round; Never a flower could on earth be found. And what would birds and butterflies do If the flowers had wings to fly ? Why, birds and blossoms, and butterflies too. Would stay far up in the sky; And then the people would droop and sigh, And all the children on earth would cry. 179 THE DIFFERENCE SOME children roam the fields and hills, And others work in noisy mills; Some dress in silks, and dance and play. While others drudge their lives away; Some glow with health and bound with song. And some must suffer all day long. Which is your lot, my girl and boy ? Is it a life of ease and joy ? Ah, if it is, its glowing sun The poorer life should shine upon. — Make glad one little heart to-day. And help one burdened child to play. 180 CONFUSION ■* I '^INKER, come bring your solder, ^ And mend this watch for me. Haymaker, get some fodder. And give my cat his tea. Cobbler, my horse is limping. He'll have to be shod anew; While the smith brings forge and hammer To make my daughter a shoe. Bestir yourselves, my lazies! I give you all fair warning: You must do your work 'twixt twelve at night. And an hour before one in the morning. 181 ^^E gentlemen far, and gentlemen near, •^ And ladies fair, and children dear. Come, list to the mournful tale — heigho! — Of the frog who wouldn't a-wooing go: Once on a time, when nations were few. And whether the world stood still or flew. Nobody cared and nobody knew, A respectable pair. By name of Gluck, Lived in a pool On the Isle of Muck. Oh! very blest were this pair of frogs, Their lot was cast in the softest of bogs. Mrs. Gluck had an exquisite voice, Their sky was serenest, Their puddle the greenest That ever bade heart of a froggy rejoice. But of all the blessings that came to this pair. Most precious of all was a son and heir, 182 THE FROG WHO WOULDN'T A-WOOING GO With the widest of mouths and the loveliest stare — Their brisk little pollywog. Hearty and hale; Their own little frisky one, All head and tail! Ah! never were parents so happy as these, Though their child, to be sure, wouldn't sit on their knees. And this, let me say, was a very bad sign Though they didn't perceive it And couldn't conceive it. For it proved that he didn't to duty incline. Well, the days flew along, and their child grew apace. Till at last a fine form came to balance his face; And his legs grew so fast they seemed running a race. Completed at last. With his garment of green, Just the handsomest froggy That ever was seen. He said to his mother: "Now, madam, I'm blown If — ahem! I should say, I'm not perfectly grown; So in future I wish my own master to be. Though I thank you most kindly For loving me blindly. " (Such airs in a youngster were dreadful to see!) 183 THE FROG WHO WOULDN'T A-WOOING GO IV. "O son," quoth his mother, "you fill me with pain!" And she sobbed and she sighed with her whole might and main. And turned to her husband in desperate strain. "Pooh, pooh!" said old Gluck, "The youngster is right. So let him alone, ma'am. Or you and I'll fight. And, hark ye, my son, I have noticed of late Yon puddle attracts you. 'Tis well. Fied your mate. The Gungs, as a family, seem to adore you. Select your own waters. Take one of the daughters. And leap into life like your father before you." Alas for young puddle-dum! Proudly he scouted The sire's good advice. He sulked and he pouted, And the Gung girls, in turn, every one of them, flouted. "What, choose me a wife! Does he think I'm a fool ? No, my motto for life Is: One frog to a pool. Shall I yield up my freedom — be tied to a bog ? Not I, by my jumps!" quoth this prig of a frog. "Miss Gung, sir, for all /"U prevent, gug-a-loo! May sing till they carry me, 'No one will marry me. Nobody, nobody's coming to woo!'" 184 PIG scrambled up from his slumbers. And grunted with rage at the lark: "Why must you begin your loud carol Before we are out of the dark?" "Good sir," said the lark, as he flitted Right gayly from blossom to bud, "Look up to the sky for your morning — It never begins in the mud!" 185 T GAVE my puss a mac-a-roon, ^ And bade her eat with a silver spoon; I brought a glass of sparkling wine, And bade the pretty creature dine. But see what came of it, a-lack! That naughty pussy turned her back; Now was it not a dreadful sight To see a puss so impolite ? 186 A COMMON MISTAKE nr*HE wisest thing ^ For any man. Is to get from others All he can. The meanest thing A man can do, Is to get his gains From me or you. LOOK UP W/HETHER fair, whether foul. "' Be it wet or dry, Cloudy time or shiny time The sun's in the sky. Gloomy-night, sparkle-night. Be it glad or dread, Cloudy time or shiny time. Stars are overhead. 187 I lOOR little mousie, what a mishap! ^ Why did you put your nose in the trap ? Hold still, mousie, and trust to me — I'll touch the spring, and set you free! C ©cag)OGD(^(gi?@G;^ HE came behind me, and covered my eyes, "Who is this?" growled he, so sly, "Why, Cousin Jeremy, how can 1 tell, When my eyes are shut?" said I. 188 TVTHAT shall we take to Boston ? ' • Tell me, my baby, pray. We must take our eyes to see with. And take our ears to hear with. And take our feet to run with. And take our arms to hug with. And a "how-dye-do?" " How do you do ? " And " how are you all to-day ? " 189 OH, where are all the good little girls, — Where are they all to-day ? And where are all the good little boys ? Tell me, somebody, pray. Safe in their fathers' and mothers' hearts The girls are stowed away; And where the girls are, look for the boys,- Or so I've heard folk say, EXTRAVAGANCE AVE you apples, good grocer?" "O yes, ma'am, how many?' "How do you sell them. Sir?" "Two for a penny." "I'll have two, Mr. Grocer, They're good for my baby; Send 'em home in an hour, Sir." "That I will, lady." 190 rrC©I?g^ T TlTRRAH for the bouncer, exactly fourteen; ■*■ ^ The blithest old schoolboy that ever was seen, Hurrah for the Harry who went by, this way. One Valentine's eve, thirteen and a day! There was Harn,', aged ticelve, I remember him well, A hawk from a hernshaw he always could tell; And Harry, eleven — ah! how he could fiddle And scrape with his bow from the end to the middle. Then the bold boy of ten that my Harry appeared, A few years ago, when the war-mists were cleared; A chubby young fellow he flourished at nine, A right chubby fellow, this Harry of mine. At eight he was slender; at seven, quite fat; At six he was saucy — depend upon that! At five he put on his first trousers and jacket; x\t four who could match him in making a racket ? At three the young rascal was always in trouble; At two he was teething (his front teeth, and double);^ At one he was precious and something to carry. And the year before that there was never a Harry! 191 N I "^HERE was an old weather-vane high on a shed ^^— ^^^JW The wind came a courting and turned his head; ^BF ^^^ And all it could say with its twisted mouth ^^^ Was — East, and West, and North, and South. 5 'T^WISTAN TURNEM, let me see, ^ Which is the way to Tweedle-dee? Why, turn about the way you've come, And take the road to Tweedle-dum. 192 TVTHAT does the drum say? "Rub-a-dub-dub! ^^ Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub! Pound away, bub! Make as much racket as ever you can. Rub-a-dub! rub-a-dub! Go it, my man!" What does the trumpet say? "Toot-a-toot-too! Toot-a-toot, toot-a-toot! Hurrah for you! Blow in this end, sir, and hold me out, so. Toot-a-toot! toot-a-toot! Why don't you blow?" What does the whip say? "Snaperty-snap! Call that a crack, sir — flipperty flap! Up with the handle, and down with the lash. Snaperty! snaperty! Done in a flash." What does the gun say? "Put in my stick, I am a real pop-gun. Fire me quick! See that you fire in nobody's eye. Steady! my manikin. Now let it fly!" What does the sword say? "Swishy-an-swish! Flash in the sunlight, and give me a wish. W'ish I was real, sir — cut 'em in bits! Wouldn't I scare all the world into fits!" What do they all say, trumpet and gun. Whip, sword, and drum-stick? "Hurrah for fun! Babies no longer, but stout little men. Racket forever! and racket again!" 193 iSMML •* I '^HERE was a rare boy who fell ill, •*• And begged them to give him a pill; "For my kind parents' sake, The dose I will take," Said this rare little boy who fell ill. ^T'HERE was an old doctor of Brille, ^ Who gave all his patients a pill. "It will cure 'em," he said. Or else kill 'em dead" — This skilful old doctor of Brille. 194. I HAD a little Scotchman, Who reached to my chin; He was swift as an arrow, And neat as a pin. He ran on my errands. And sang me a song; Oh, he was as happy As summer is long! Yes, really inspired Unless he felt tired. 195 THE ROCKING-HORSE "TVTHERE have you been, my children; ''' Where have you been, I pray?" "Oh, but we've been a-riding, A-riding the live-long day." "And how did you ride, my darlings; And where did all of you go?" "We all of us went on horseback, A-galloping in a row. "Jack had the whole of the saddle; I held on to the tail; And Leslie, under the fore-feet, Managed to ride the rail; "Jackey galloped and cantered, — Played he galloped, I mean; For Les. and I did the rocking. And Jack just rode between. "Oh, didn't our animal caper As he hitched himself along! We might have kept on forever. If they'd only made him strong. 196 THE ROCKING-HORSE "But when I pitched on the carpet, His tail so tight in my hand, And Les. from the rail fell kicking, Why, horsey came to a stand. "If Les. had only kept quiet, We might have played we were dead; I don't see the sense in yelling Because you've bumped your head. "Jackey held on like a good one. And looked as fine as a fiddle, — But it's nothing to ride a-horseback If a fellow is on in the middle." 197 UP IN A BALLOON \Y7^ four went up in a big balloon — " Father, Uncle, Fred, and I; The band struck up a beautiful tune. And all the populace waved "good-bye." At first it wavered, and jerked and swayed. And father asked: "Do you feel afraid?" But I laughed: "Oh, no! It is grand to go;" And so he called me his brave little maid. Up we went. Oh, ever so high! Up, till we must have touched the sky; Town, river, and bay, All faded away, — And then poor Freddy began to cry: "I want to get out," he screamed, "oh, my!' Up, up, we went, and on we sailed; While still poor Freddy wept and wailed. He jumped about. And tried to get out; And so we soon went down, down, down, And tied the balloon to a tree in town. 198 Aft Gto®^cro(30^ IN and out, in and out, Through the clouds heaped about, Wanders the bright moon. What she seeks, I do not know; Where it is, I cannot show. I am but a little child, And the night is strange and wild. 199 AT THE WINDOW In and out, in and out, Wanders the bright moon; In and out, in and out. She will find it soon. There she comes! as clear as day, — Now the clouds are going away. She is smiling, I can see. And she's looking straight at me. Pretty moon, so bright and round. Won't you tell me what you found? 200 THE COOK'S LITTLE BOY A REAL apple-pudding for Mammy and me! ^ ^ A-boiling as hard as I ever did see! O Mammy! I'm going to jump up and looks And tell the old pudding to hurry and cook. Is it looking in, Mammy, that hinders the boil ? Well, I'd feel very bad for my pudding to spoil; So I'll cover it up, like a good little son. And play on the floor till you tell me it's done. The chil'ren up-stairs — they're all dressed up so fine, But their pudding's no better than Mammy's and mine. Oh! isn't it nice when your Mammy's the cook, And whenever you like you can climb up and look! 201 BENNY'S BUTTONS OW many buttons has Benny, Counting 'em six for a penny ? Why, five on his sack. And two on the back, And — would you believe ? — A pair on each sleeve; And six on his trousers, Yes, regular rousers! And eight on his vest— A grand " double-breast " — All eight in full sight When buttoned up tight. Then three on one shoe, WTiile the mate has but two; And one at the end Of his top-string, depend. And, ah I there's the strap On his regiment cap. It begins with a button And ends with a button; And really that's all I now can recall. So, counting them six for a penny. How many buttons has Bennv ? 202 OHO! have you seen the Frost-King, A-marching up the hill ? His hoary face is stern and pale. His touch is icy chill. He sends the song birds to the South, He bids the brooks be still; Yet not in wrath or cruelty He inarches up the hill. Often he rests at noontime, To see the sunbeams play. And flash his spears of icicles. Or bid them melt away. He'll toss the snow-flakes in the air. Nor let them go nor stay; Then hold his breath that they may fall. And coasting boys may play. 203 THE FROST-KING He'll touch the brooks and rivers wide. That skating crowds may shout; He'll make the people far and near Remember he's about. He'll send his nimble, frosty Jack — Without a shade of doubt — To do all kinds of merry pranks. And call the children out; He'll sit upon the whitened fields. And reach his icy hand O'er houses where the sudden cold Folks cannot understand. The very moon, that ventures forth From clouds so soft and grand, Will stare to see the stiffened look That settles o'er the land. And so the Frost-King o'er the hills, And o'er the startled plain, Will come and go from year to year Till Earth grows young again — Till Time himself shall cease to be. Till gone are hill and plain: Whenever Winter comes to stay. The hoary King shall reign. 204 hARLY to bed and early to rise:" If that would make me wealthy and wise I'd rise at daybreak, cold or hot, And go back to bed at once. Why not? •* I 'OM of Clapham used to say, ^ He loved his mother dearly; Yet he vexed her sorely every day- Does that strike you queerly? 205 A THE WOODEN HORSE REAL horse is good, But a horse made of wood Is a much better horse for my lad; For he needn't be tied, And he's steady beside. And never is lazy or bad. When pulled, he will go; And he stops when you "whoa!" For he always is willing to please; And though you may stay By the water all day. Not once for a drink will he tease. Not a handful of feed, All his life, does he need; And he never wants brushing or combing: And after a race All over the place, He never stands panting and foaming. He doesn't heed flies. Though they light on his eyes; Mosquitoes and gnats he'll not mind: And he never will shy, Though a train whizzes by. But always is gentle and kind. 206 THE WOODEN HORSE A real horse, some day, Will be running away; A donkey is so apt to kick; A goat will upset you, A doggie will fret you — Your wooden horse hasn't a trick! No chance of a crash. Or a runaway smash, Though never so playful and glad. Oh! 'tis best when you drive To be brought home alive — So a fine wooden horse for my lad ! 207 COMB MUSIC I '^WO children once sat in the twilight gray ^ Playing a tune in a comical way; They each pressed a comb to their rosy red lips, And little they cared for tickles and slips, For wheezings, and paper that always would fall. For oh! such loud music, or no note at all. 'Twas sweet to their ears, as fondly they heard This musical strain coming forth, word for word: "W-h-h-wome, w-h-h-wome, szzzeeet, zhhweet zome, Bheet wev zo hhumble, therzzz nho blazzze liek zhhomel " Now they are grown, and sing in the choir Of their own village church with the beautiful spire; So sweet are her notes, so perfect her skill. Not a bird of the air but might envy her trill. Not a wind of the night but right gladly would know How to make his rich music so plaintive and low. Together their voices in harmony blend. And steep all their days in a joy without end; And yet in their hearts they have always confessed That lovely duet long ago was the best. When they tingled their lips at the musical comb. And tried hard to play there was "zno blaizzz liek zhome. " 208 / \ A l-lv;l '/ ///■'/ / / vvM!)l fif^^fc HEN the sun is sinking low in the skies, The evening primrose opens her eyes. "Come back, dear Sun," she seems to say; "I've been dreaming of you the live-long day." 209 FOUR LITTLE BIRDS FOUR little birds all flew from their nests, — Flew north, flew south, flew east and west; They thought they would like a wider view, So they spread their wings and away they flew. 210 jABY NELL had ten little toes, Baby Nell had two little hose, She always stared when the hose went on, And thought the ten little toes were gone. 211 (^©■fci?® '' I 'HE fairest and the merriest, ^ The kindest girl I know, The brightest and the cheeriest. Is Httle Minnie Stowe. Little Minnie Stowe it is — Little Minnie Stowe; I'll marry her when I am big — The sweetest girl I know! 212 Hew the^ IHevi^yP^ar came ^T^riE sun was sinking out of sight. ^ "Besiiie, " said Herbert, "have you heard? It's really true, upon my word. This year is going away to-night. Its time is up, they say, and so At midnight it will have to go. And, right away, another year Will come along, a real new year, As soft as any mouse — So soft, we'll hardly hear it creep — Yes, come right to this very house. While every one's asleep!" Now, Bessie's eyes grew wide, to hear. "Let's keep awake," she cried, "and so We'll see one come and see one go — Two years at once! Won't that be queer? Let's tell the New Year it is bad; We want the one we've always had, With birds and flowers and things that grow. And funny ice and pretty snow. It had my birthday, too, in May, And yours — when was it ? and you know How it had Fourth o' July one day. And Christmas. Oh! it mustn't go!" 213 HOW THE NEW YEAR CAME "Ha! ha!" laughed Herbert, "what a Bess! This year was new when first it came. The next one will be just the same As this that's going now, I guess. That's nothing. But what bothers me Is how the change is going to be. I can't see how one year can go And one can come at midnight, so All in a minute — that's the bother! I've heard them say 'the rolling year': You'd think they'd roll on one another, Unless they knew just how to steer." The speck of time 'twixt day and day Was close at hand. Herbert and Bess Had won their parents' smiling "yes" To watch the old year go away. Nurse on the lounge found easy rest. Till Bess should come to be undressed; All but the children were asleep. And years might roll, or years might creep. For all they cared; while Bess and Bert, Who never stirred and scarcely spoke, Watched the great clock, awake, alert. All breathless for the coming stroke. Soon Bessie whispered, "Moll don't care." Moll was her doll. And Herbert said, "The clock's so far up overhead It makes me wink to watch it there, — 214 HOW THE NEW YEAR CAME The great tall thing! Let's look inside!" And so its door they opened wide: Tick-a-tick! How loud it sounded! Bessie's heart with wonder bounded. How the great round thing that hung Down the middle, swung and swung! Tich, a-tick, a-tick, a-iick — Dear, how loud it was, and quick! Tick-a, tick-a, tick-a, iick-a! Surely it was growing quicker! While the swinging thing kept on. Back and forth, and never done. There! It's coming! Loud and clear. Each ringing stroke the night alarms! Bess, screaming, hid in Herbert's arms. "The year!" he cried, "the year! the year!" "Where ?" faltered Bessie, "which ? where'bouts ?" But still "The year!" glad Herbert shouts; And still the steady strokes rang on Until the banished year was gone. "We've seen the Old Year out — hurrah!" "Oh! oh!" sobbed Bessie, "call mamma. I don't like years to racket so; It frightens me to hear 'em go!" But Herbert kissed away her tears, And, gently soothing all her fears. He heard the New Year coming quick. Tick, a-tick, a-tick, a-tickl 215 CHRISTMAS BELLS ^^NE Christmas Eve a little maid ^^ Into a fire-lit parlor strayed; And there on a chair lay the pretty song Her sister had sung her, — Dingle-dong! That rang like Christmas bells. Dingle, dingle, ting, (long! So sweet and clear, so warm and strong Dingle, dingle, ting, dong ! Merry Christmas bells. "I'll play it!" said the Httle maid; "The blaze is bright, I'm not afraid! I'll play it on the chair, and sing." So down she knelt, and dingle, ting, The ready Christmas bells, Dingle, dingle, ting, dong ! Sounded forth so sweet and long, — Dingle, dingle, ting, dong ! Happy Christmas bells. "It's darker!" thought the little maid; "But never mind, I'm not afraid! For Jesus once, in Galilee, Was just a little child like me. He loves the Christmas bells." Dingle, dingle, ting, dong I O baby voice! so sweet and strong! Dingle, dingle, ting, dong I Holy Christmas bells! 216 NasterTremMe A S soon as I take my degree •^ ^ As a classical scholar perfected. No sharp politician I'll be, Asking favors of all the elected. No learned profession my plan, Nor trade, till my courage is blunter; For surely, deny it who can ? The greatest of men is the hunter! There's Cummings the bold lion-tamer. And fearless, undaunted Gerard, And Baldwin, by tigers made lamer, And Speke with his camelopard. 217 MASTER TREMBLE And one of these days 'twill be Trerable,- Most famous of all, I'll be bound, — The great lion-crusher, young Tremble, None equal to him the world round. Already I've tested my mettle: No cat but will flee at my tread; And let a mosquito but settle And nip me — that instant he's dead! Know also that only this morning A terrible peril I met, While taking a ramble — no warning — (That hour shall I ever forget ?) I was longing at heart for a rifle, And a chance for some wonderful shot (A lion seemed then a mere trifle I would rather encounter than not), When, 'presto! a horrible creature Came buzzing and diving at me, Aiming straight at my favorite feature — A horrible, black bumble-bee! A horrible, black humble bumble, Bound straight for my beautiful nose; For an instant (I'll own) I did tumble, But quickly in majesty rose. Each childish emotion I swallowed. Moving onward as fast as I could; The great buzzing monster, he followed Till we came to a shadowy wood. 218 MASTER TREMBLE Ha! what was that sharp thrill of anguish, And what the great swelling that came? And why was I rushing and shouting — The whole of my face in a flame? I knew that the buzzing was louder, That my nose was as big as my head; I wanted to grind him to powder; I wished him a thousand times dead! Blind battle! my ev'ry-day jacket Was tighter than steel coat of mail. And the monster kept up such a racket, I scarce knew his head from his tail. He, plunging and wheeling and darting And pitching and screeching at me; I, maddened with burning and smarting — What wonder I dodged by a tree! What wonder that soon, in his frenzy. My murderous foe bumped his head! The tree never tumbled nor tottered. But he fell " co-chunk " in its stead. Then I turned, in a terrible passion, And stamped with my full might and main: I stamped in the sledge-hammer fashion, — My bee never bumbled again! Then why should I not be a hunter. So gallant and fearless and spry? What other vocation would answer For such a brave fellow as I? 219 MASTER TREMBLE Ah! woe to the beasts of the forest! And woe to all monsters with wings! As soon as my studies are over, I mean to do terrible things. 220 TVTOBODY near him, all in the dark, ^ ^ Hear how fiercely our clog can bark! Somebody coming, by light of day, See how doggie will scamper away! He frightened the moon one Summer night, — And thought, at first, he had quenched her light. But 'twas only a cloud that had passed her by, So she dared him again that trick to try, — ■ And he fled in haste, as he barked " Good-bye ! 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