Chapter V: Front Matter (5)

John Hawking, for talking
William Winning, for grinning
George Highing, for crying
Edward Daring, for swearing
Henry Wheeling, for stealing
Peter Bitting, for spitting
Robert Hocking, for smoking
Frederick Mention, for inattention
Joseph Footing, for pea-shooting
Luke Jones, for throwing stones
Matthew Sauter, for squirting water
Nicholas Storms, for upsetting forms
Reuben Wrens, for spoiling pens
Samuel Jinks, for spilling ink
Simon McLeod, for laughing aloud
Timothy Stacies, for making faces
Victor Bloomers, for taking lunars
Vincent James, for calling names
Caleb Hales, for telling tales
Daniel Padley, for writing badly
David Jessons, for cribbing lessons
Edmond Gate, for coming late
Ezra Lopen, for leaving the door open
Edwin Druent, for playing the truant
Charles Case, for leaving his place
Ernest Jewell, for eating during school
Coo Ah Hi, for using a shanghai
Francis Berindo, for breaking a window
Harold Tate, for breaking his slate
Isaac Joys, for making noise
Jacob Crook, for tearing his book
Christopher Moyes, for teasing other boys
Elisha Sewell, for bolting from school
Conrad Draper, for throwing chewed paper
Ebenezer Good, for telling a falsehood
Felix Snooks, for coming without books
Cyril Froude, for speaking too loud
Elijah Rowe, for speaking too low
Gregory Meek, for refusing to speak
Hannibal Hartz, for throwing paper darts
Horace Poole, for whistling in school
Hubert Shore, for slamming the door
Jesse Blane, for hiding the cane
Jonah Platts, for hiding boys' hats
Aaron Esk, for cutting the desk
Abner Rule, for sleeping in school
Adam Street, for changing his seat
Albert Mayne, for splitting the teacher's cane
Alexander Tressons, for reading during other lessons
Alfred Hoole, for eating lollies in school
Ambrose Hooke, for blotting his copy-book
Amos Blair, for not combing his hair
Andrew Grace, for not washing his face
Anthony Sands, for not washing his hands
Arnold Cootz, for coming in with dirty boots
Benjamin Guess, for coming with untidy dress
Clarence Hyneman, for annoying a stray Chinaman
Michael McToole, for bringing stones to school
Cuthbert Flindow, for climbing through the window
Edgar Gasking, for going without asking
Eric Grout, for kicking boys' hats about
Enoch McKay, for pinching the next boy
Gabriel Cook, for tearing a boy's book
Hyram Pope, for pulling the bell rope
Humphrey Proof, for getting on the roof
Jonah Earls, for chasing school-girls
Jonathan Spence, for climbing over the fence
Phillip Cannister, for sliding down the bannister
Lambert Hesk, for sliding on a desk
Lawrence Storm, for standing on a form
Lazarus Beet, for stamping with his feet
Leopold Bate, for swinging on the gate
Lewis Lesks, for kicking legs of desks
Mark Vine, for overstepping the toe-line
Nathan Corder, for not marching in order
Norman Hall, for scribbling on the wall
James Mace, for hitting a boy in the face
Thomas Sayers, for pushing boys down the stairs
Oswald Hook, for losing a school-book
Ralph Chesson, for not knowing his lesson
Sampson Skinner, for eating another boy's dinner
Solomon Brook, for scribbling in his book
Stephen Platt, for chasing the master's cat
Neal M'Kimney, dropping a brick down the chimney
Theodore Le Soof, for throwing stones on the roof
Valentine Rapp, for turning on the water-tap
Walter Hope, for climbing up the bell-rope
Joshua Gail, for catching flies on the wall
Raymond Esk, for sticking pins in the desk
Julian State, for drawing pictures on his slate
Gerald Astor, for being impudent to the master
Augustus Roff, for not taking his hat off
Rupert Keats, for fixing pens in boys' seats
Maurice Took, for having a dirty copybook
Esau Klaster, for drawing caricatures of the master
Paul Bhool, for letting a bird loose in school
Jabez Breeding, for not knowing the place at reading
Levi Stout, for stopping too long when let out
Guy M'Gill, sharpening a knife on the window-sill
Duncan Heather, pinning two boys' coat-tails together
Ezekiel Black, pinning paper on another boy's back
Patrick O'Toole, for bursting a paper-bag in school
Eli Teet, for putting cobbler's wax on master's seat

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My Lady Doll

My Lady-doll is pretty,
My Lady-doll is sweet;
I like to show my Lady-doll
To every one I meet

My Sweet Dolly Rose

O sweet, so sweet,
Is my Dolly Rose!
Just all that I know
My Dolly knows;
And when I am glad
The darling is glad
And when I am sad
The darling is sad.
How dear she is,
O, nobody knows,
No, no, not even
My precious Rose

Polly's Dolly

Shining eyes, very blue,
Opened very wide;
Yellow curls, very stiff,
Hanging side by side;
Chubby cheeks, very pink,
Lips red as holly;
No ears, and only thumbs--
That's Polly's Dolly.

Pretty Doll

Oh dear! what a beautiful doll
My sister has bought at the fair
She says I must call it Miss Poll,
And make it a bonnet to wear.

Oh pretty new doll, it looks fine!
It's cheeks are all covered with red.
But pray will it always be mine?
And please may I take it to bed?

How kind was my sister to buy
This dolly with hair that will curl;
Perhaps, if you want to know why,
It's because I've been a good girl.

POEMS FOR CHILDREN

Puss's Doll

Now Puss had a doll
That Dame Trot bought to please her,
And gave it the beautiful
Name of Louisa
And when Kitty was lonesome
Or wanted to play,
She'd cry for Loo! Loo!
In a comical way.

The dolly was petted,
Was kissed and caressed,
Though often quite roughly
It must be confessed
And so pleased was Miss Puss
With Louisa's fair charms,
She took her cat's meat,
With the doll in her arms

Pussy and Doggy Fighting for Dolly

And once, I remember,
Oh, sad was the day,
The cat answered back
In an impudent way.
And tray was so jealous,
The two had a fight,
And between them the doll
Was a terrible fright

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Dolly Tumbled out of Bed

'Tis very well to smile--now,
But you gave me such a fright,
When I missed you, darling Dolly,
In the middle of the night.

I thought we played together,
And you fell into a stream;
Yet I said--just half awaking--
"'Tis nothing but a dream.

"For safe upon my pillow
Lies her curly golden hair,"
Then I reached my hand to touch you,
But I couldn't find you there.

I felt so sad and lonely
That I cried, but all in vain;
So to see if I could find you,
I went off to sleep again.

Now, fancy! in the morning
There you were, all safe and right;
And nurse said, "Here's poor Dolly,
Been upon the floor all night!"

Your pretty curls are tangled,
They were so nice and smooth before;
So promise, Dolly darling,
You will tumble out no more!

Dolly and I

I love my dear dolly;
I'll tell you her name,
I called her "Sweet Polly"
The day that she came.

My Uncle John brought her
From over the sea;
And no one shall part us,
My dolly and me.

She has cheeks like red roses,
And eyes blue and bright,
That open with daylight,
And close with the night.

She cries, and says, "Mam-ma,
Mam-mam-ma," so well,
That it is not a baby
You scarcely can tell.

You know, I'm her own ma;
A small one, you'll say,
But just right for dolly,
Who wants nought but play.

No teaching, no training,
Few clothes and no food;
And I like being her ma,
Because she's so good.

Dolly's Broken Arm

Mamma, do send for Doctor Man,
And tell him to be quick,
My dolly fell and broke her arm,
So she is very sick.

I thought that she was fast asleep,
And laid her on her bed,
But down she dropped upon the floor;
O dear! she's almost dead!

Poor dolly! she was just as brave,
And did not cry at all;
Do you suppose she ever can
Get over such a fall?

But when the doctor mends her arm,
And wraps it up so tight,
Then I will be her little nurse,
And watch her all the night.

And if she only will get well,
And does not lose her arm,
I'll never let her fall again,
Nor suffer any harm.

Little Polly

Little Polly,
Had a dolly,
With a curly wig;
And Miss Polly
And her dolly,
Often danced a jig.

Also Polly
had a collie,
A fine dog was he;
Blithe and jolly,
Jumped round Polly,
Barking loud with glee.

One day Polly
Knocked her dolly,
Broke its pretty head.
"Oh, fie, Polly!
Don't hurt dolly,"
Said her brother Ned.

Then did Polly
Take up Dolly,
Throw it on the floor.
Said Miss Polly,
In her folly
"I will play no more."

Up ran collie,
Seized poor dolly,
Ran off to a friend.
Friend helped collie
To tear up dolly--
That was poor dolly's end.

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A Little Girl's Song to Her Dolly

Lie down, little Dolly.
Lie still on my lap,
It's time now to put on
Your night dress and cap;
You have not been to sleep
All through this long day
Oh, what a long time
For a Dolly to play!

The bright sun went down
More than two hours ago;
It is long past your bedtime,
You very well know:
The stars are now peeping
From out the blue skies;
Then go to sleep, Dolly!
Come, shut your blue eyes.

Mamma says the flowers
Were asleep long ago--
Sweet roses and lilies,
Their heads bending low;
She says 'tis a lesson
For me and for you--
That children and dollies
Should be asleep too.

Hark! Susan is calling--
Now out goes the light;
I will tug you up snugly,
And kiss you good night.
It is time you were sleeping
For do you not know
The dear little birds
Went to sleep long ago?

Don't Cry My Dolly

Hushy, baby, my dolly,
I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread
And some milk by and by;
Or perhaps you like custard,
Or maybe a tart,--
Then to either you're welcome,
With all my whole heart.

The Little Girl and Her Doll

There, got to sleep, Dolly,
In own mother's lap,
I've put on your nightgown
And neat little cap.
So sleep, pretty baby,
And shut up your eye,
Bye-bye, little Dolly,
Lie still, and bye-bye.
I'll lay my clean handkerchief
Over your head,
And then make believe
That my lap is your bed;
So hush, little dear,
And be sure you don't cry.
Bye-bye, little Dolly,
Lie still, and bye-bye.

There, now it is morning
And time to get up,
And I'll give you some milk
In my doll's china cup.
So wake up, little baby
And open your eye,
For I think it high time
To have done with bye-bye.

Jane Taylor

Sleep, Dolly Sleep

Sleep, Dolly, sleep.
You must not, must not weep.
Now close your eyes so brown,
And let me lay you down.
Sleep, Dolly, sleep.
Wake, Dolly, wake,
Too long a nap you take;
It's time to make the tea,
And you must help, you see.
Wake, Dolly, wake.
Run, Dolly, run,
Run out in golden sun;
Run up the hill with me,
And then to the apple-tree.
Run, Dolly, run.

Mrs Hibbert

My Dolly

Shut your eyes, my darling!
When the shadows creep,
When the flowers are closing
Little ones must sleep.

Don't be frightened, Dolly!
In my arms you lie;
Nestle down and slumber
To my lullaby

Dolly is so active,
Always full of fun,
Wakeful still and smiling
E'en when day is done

Hush thee now, my dearest,
To my slumber-song;
Children lose their roses,
Sitting up too long.

My Dolly

I must go home to dolly,
And put her to bed;
I know she's so tired,
She can't raise her head.

Some dolls are so old,
They can sit up till eight,
But mine gets quite ill
If she stays up so late!

Dolly's Asleep

Tell me a story
Just one, mother dear.
Candles are coming
Bedtime is near
There is my hand to hold
Bend down your head,
Don't speak too loud, mother,
Dolly's in bed

No! not the story
Of old Jack and Jill
They were so stupid
To tumble down the hill.
I'm tired of Jack Horner
And Little Bo-peep.--
Stay! let me see
If Dolly's asleep.

Hush, Dolly darling!
I'm watching, you know
No one shall hurt you;
I will not go.
You are so warm,--
Like a bird in it's nest.
Go to sleep, darling,--
Rest, Dolly, rest.

Ah! there is Mary
Just come in with a light:
Now there is no time
For a story to-night,
Please make the boys, mother,
Mind how they tread.
Their boots are so heavy,
And--Dolly's in bed.

Good night, dear mother!
Ask papa, please,
When he comes home,
Not to cough or to sneeze
Give me your hand, Mary
Hush! softly creep;
We must not wake her,--
Dolly's asleep.

If at all restless
Or wakeful she seems,
Don't be to anxious;
I fancy she dreams.
Say to her softly,
Just shaking your head;
"Go to sleep, Dolly,--
Adie's in bed."

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Lost Dolly

The sunflowers hang their heavy heads
And wish the sun would shine;
The clouds are grey; the wind is cold.
"Where is that doll of mine?
The dark is coming fast," said she.
"I'm in a dreadful fright.
I don't know where I left my doll,
And she'll be out all night

"Twice up and down the garden-walks
I looked; but she's not there,
Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay;
I've hunted everywhere.
I must have left her out of doors,
But she is not in sight.
No Dolly in the summer-house,
And she'll be out all night.

"The dew will wet her through and through
And spoil her dear best dress;
And she will wonder where I am
And be in such distress;
The dogs may find her in the grass,
And bark or even bite;
And all the bats will frighten her
That fly about at night.

"I've not been down into the woods
Or by the brook to-day.
I'm sure I had her in my arms
When I came out to play,
Just after dinner; then I know,
I watched Tom make his kite.
Will anybody steal my doll
If she stays out all night.

"I wonder where Papa has gone?
Why, here he comes; and see
He's bringing something in his hand;
That's Dolly certainly!
And so you found her in the chaise,
And brought her home all right?
I'll take her to the baby-house.
I'm glad she's home tonight."

Sarah O. Jewett

Talking To Dolly

Well, Dolly, what are you saying,
When you blink and wink your eyes?
I'm sure your thoughts are straying,
For you look so very wise.

I wonder what you think about,
And why you never talk,
And how it is you never shout,
And never try to walk!

I wonder if you're ever sad,
And if you ever weep;
I wonder if you're ever glad
When I rock you off to sleep.

I wonder if you love me well--
As well as I love you.
I do so wish you'd try and tell;
Come, Dolly, darling, do!

Darling Dolly

Darling Dolly's house shall be
High as lofty apple-tree;
It shall have a door inlaid,
Of the sweetest light and shade.

It shall have for pictures fair
Fancies that are rich and rare;
It shall have a golden roof,
And tapestry with stars for woof.

And it shall have a dome of blue
With the moonlight streaming through,
And stately pillars, straight as firs,
Bending to each wind that stirs.

Darling Dolly's house shall be
High as a lofty apple-tree;
It shall have a door inlaid,
Of the sweetest light and shade.

Sour Grapes

"Such a doll! I wouldn't have it,
With its trailing baby dress!
Pooh! a dolly twice as handsome
I could have for asking, Bess.
Needn't ask me if it's pretty,
No, I do not care to wait,
I am in an awful hurry,
If you keep me, I'll be late."

Off went Nannie, proud lip curling,
Head uplifted in disdain,
Bessie hugged her dolly closely,
Laughing over truth so plain.
"Nan was envious, Dolly darling,
'Twasn't aught of wrong in you,
But the trouble lay in Nannie,
She would like to own you too."

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Ten Little Dollies

Ten little dollies
Standing in a line,
One tumbled down,
And then there were nine.

Nine little dollies
Sitting up so late,
One went to sleep
Then there were eight.

Eight little dollies--
All their ages even,
One grew up tall
And then there were seven.

Seven little dollies,
Full of funny tricks,
One snapt her head off
Then there were six.

Six little dollies--
Looked almost alive,
One lost her "pin-back,"
Then there were five.

Five little dollies,
Walking by a door,
One got her nose pinched,
Then there were four.

Four little dollies
On their mamma's knee,
One cried her eyes out,
Then there were three.

Three little dollies,
Didn't know what to do,
One tore her bows off,
Then there were two.

Two little dollies,
Very fond of fun,
One melts her nose off,
Then there was one.

One little dolly,
Living all alone,
Died broken-hearted,
Then there were none.

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My Week

On Monday I wash my dollies' clothes,
On Tuesday smoothly press 'em,
On Wednesday mend their little hose,
On Thursday neatly dress 'em.

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."

Dirty Dolly

Naughty Miss Dolly played out in the mud,
And got all her clothes quite black;
And now such a rubbing, and scrubbing and tubbing
As we have to give them, good lack!

'Tis hard to be mothers and laundresses too,
And nurses and cooks beside.
Grown people don't know all we chicks have to do,
For how can they tell till they've tried?

Washing Day Troubles

I know a little girl who tried,
To wash her dolly's clothes, one day,
In Bridget's great, big tub, and cried
Because mamma sent her away

To find her own small dolly-tub,
More fit for little girls to use.
But naughty Sally shook her head
And all suggestions did refuse.

And when she found herself alone,
She went to Bridget's tub again,
But, as is sure to be the case,
Her disobedience brought her pain.

For, what do you think? she tumbled in,
And gave herself an awful fright,
And no one pitied her; in fact,
They all laughed at her in her plight.

Washing Dolly

Miss Mary standing at the tub
Giving dolly a thorough scrub.
Trying to make her nice and sweet
Before she dresses for the street.
If health an happiness you'd glean
Remember always to keep clean.

Doll Rosy's Bath

'Tis time Doll Rosy had a bath,
And she'll be good, I hope;
She likes the water well enough,
But she doesn't like the soap.

Now soft I'll rub her with a sponge,
Her eyes and nose and ears,
And splash her fingers in the bowl
And never mind the tears.

There now--oh, my! what have I done?
I've washed the skin off--see!
Her pretty pink and white are gone
Entirely! oh, dear me!

The New Tea-Things

Come, Dolly, come quick,
For I want you to see
The present mamma
Has just given to me;
A set of new tea-things
That really hold tea.

A dear little teapot
To keep the tea hot,
And tiny white cups
With a pretty blue spot,
And a glass sugar-basin.
How nice, is it not?

And I am to use them
This same afternoon;
So Dolly I'll give you
Some tea very soon
In a little white cup,
With a saucer and spoon.

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Doll Dress-making

Making Dolly's dresses,
Don't you think it's fun?
Here is one already,
That I've just begun

Oh, how many stitches!
And such a tangly thread!
When I pricked my finger
I just guess it bled

There! the needle's broken--
Bending all about--
That's a sign my dolly'll
Wear the dresses out

Youth's Companion

Dolly Town

Have you ever been down to Dolly Town?
The sight would do you good
There the dollies walk,
And the dollies talk,
And they ride about
In a grand turn-out,
With a coachman thin
Who is made of tin,
And a footman made of wood

There are very fine houses in Dolly Town,
Red, and green and blue;
And a doctor, too,
Who has much to do,
Just to mend their toes
And their arms and nose,
When they tumble down
And crack their crown
And the stuff they take is glue

But the finest sight in Dolly Town
That place to children dear--
Is no dolly at all,
Though so neat and small
If you've time to spare,
Go on tiptoe there,
See the pretty girl, the rose, the pearl,
Who is Queen of Dolly Town

My Little Doll Rose

I have a little doll,
I take care of her clothes
She has soft flaxen hair,
And her name is Rose

She has pretty blue eyes,
And a very small nose,
And a cunning little mouth,
And her name is Rose

I have a little sofa
Where my dolly may repose,
Or sit up like a lady;
And her name is Rose

My doll can move her arms,
And can stand upon her toes,
She can make a pretty curtsey
My dear little Rose

How old is your dolly?
Very young I suppose,
For she cannot go alone,
My pretty little Rose

Indeed I cannot tell
In poetry or prose
How beautiful she is,
My darling little Rose.

E. Follen

Sewing For Dolly

Such a busy little mother!
Such a pretty little "child"!
Did you ever see a dolly
With a face more sweet and mild?

Such a comfort to her mother,
Who is busy all the day,
And who never finds a moment
With her little girl to play

There are dresses to be altered,
There are aprons to be made,
"For my child in wardrobe matters
Must not be thrown in shade"

Says the busy little mother,
As she clips and works away,
And a brand new dress for Dolly
Will be made this very day

The Lost Doll

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.

But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I could never find where she lay.

Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair is not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.

Charles Kingsley

Dolly's Patchwork Counterpane

Oh, Mary, see what the nurse has found,
Such store of pieces in my box!
Some green, and some with lilac ground.
They'll make such lovely blocks

She says she'll teach me how to make
A counterpane for Dolly's bed,
This lovely piece I first will take,
With sprays of roses white and red

And thin this piece with purple spots
Will look so pretty next to that!
I'll keep my cotton free from knots,
And make my stitches neat and flat

And "when I've finished it," she says
She'll line it with a square of white.
Oh, Dolly dear! your little bed
Will be a most enchanting sight!

The Wooden Doll

I'm but a wooden doll,
Have neither wit nor grace;
And very clumsy in my joints
And yet I know my place.

Most people laugh at a wooden doll,
And wooden I may be,
But little children love me much
And that's enough for me.

When I am dressed in fine long clothes,
In fur, and silk, and lace,
I think myself I'm not so bad
And yet I know my place.

Let people laugh--I know I'm wood:
Wax I can never be;
But little children think I'm grand--
That's quite enough for me.

Buy My Dolls

Come buy my dolls, my pretty dolls:
Come buy my dolls, I pray:
I've such a heap,
And I sell so cheap,
I almost give them away.

I've waxen dolls, and china dolls,
And dollies made of gum,
Some are small,
And some are tall,
Some talk and some are dumb.

Bald head dolls, and dolls with hair,
All beauties in their way--
So very nice,
So low in price,
Please buy my dolls to-day.

Laughing dolls, and crying dolls;
Dolls of various ages,
Infant dolls,
And lady dolls,
Dolls in all the stages.

Go where you may, you will not find
Such bargains as are these
Make my heart light,
Buy them to night,
To grace your Christmas trees.

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Doctor Charlie and His Patient

Run for the doctor!
Dolly's very sick!
Mary, you'll have to go,
I cannot leave her;
Tell him to pack his bottles
And come quick;
I think she has got
A very dangerous fever."

In stalks a hat and cane;
If you look close,
You'll see Doctor Charlie,
Somewhere under;
He takes a pinch of snuff
And blows his nose,
While poor sick Dolly
Seems to stare in wonder.

He feels her pules, he
Gravely shakes his head:
His hat dropped o'er his eyes
With the shake he gave it;
He says poor dolly
Must be put to bed
And have her head shaved--
He, in fact, will shave it.

Poor mamma sober looks,
But says at once
That "Dolly's head shall
Not be shaved! I guess not!
Her hair would never grow
Again, you dunce!"
"It shall!" "It shan't!"
"She'll die then, if it's not!"

But Mary, ere the quarrel
Gets too grave
(Already in her hand
A bowl of gruel),
Says, "Don't you know
That doctors do not shave?
And then besides,
It really would be cruel!"

"I'll give her pills, then,
When she's safe in bed,
Plenty and sweet--of sugar
I will make them;
As dolly cannot eat,
'Twill do instead
For you and me and
Mary here to take them."

Dollies' Broken Noses

Two little babies
In carriages two,
Two little nurses
With duty to do.

Both little nurses
Were careful at first,
Soon both grew careless--
Which was the worst.

O what a pitiful
Wail from the street!
One broken rail
Trips four little feet.

Over went carriages,
Babies and all,
And two china noses
Were cracked in the fall.

The Soldier Dolly

There once was a sweet tiny maiden,
A wee little woman of four,
Who scarce could reach up to the table,
Or open the nursery door;

And this poor little maid, she was crying--
Her dolly had such a fall!
Yes there on the ground he was lying--
Her darling, the best of them all.

This dolly had been a brave soldier,
With uniform, sabre, and all,
And worshipp'd a doll in the doll's-house,
That stood by the side of the wall.

She was only a poor tiny maiden,
A wee little woman of four,
And she sat with her heart nearly breaking,
With the doll in her lap on the floor.

And the poor, tiny, sorrowful maiden,
The wee little woman of four,
Now lies with her dead soldier dolly,
Asleep on the nursery floor.

The Dead Doll

You needn't be trying to comfort me--
I tell you my dolly is dead!
There's no use saying she isn't--
With a crack like that on her head.
It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt
Much to have my tooth out that day.
And then when they most pulled
My head off, you hadn't a word to say.

And I guess you must think I'm a baby,
When you say you can mend it with glue!
As if I didn't know better than that!
Why, just suppose it was you?
You might make her look all mended--
But what do I care for looks?
Why, glue's for chairs and tables,
And toys, and the backs of books!

My dolly! my own little daughter!
Oh, but it's the awfullest crack!
It just makes me sick to think of the sound
When her poor head went whack
Against this horrible brass thing
That holds up the little shelf.
Now, Nursey, what makes you remind me?
I know that I did it myself?

I think you must be crazy--
You'll get her another head!
What good would forty heads do her?
I tell you my dolly is dead!
And to think that I hadn't quite finished
Her elegant New Year's hat!
And I took a sweet ribbon of hers
List night to tie on that horrid cat!

When my mamma gave me that ribbon--
I was playing out in the yard--
She said to me most expressly:
"Here's a ribbon for Hildegarde."
And I went and put it on Tabby,
And Hildegarde saw me do it;
But I said to myself, "Oh, never mind,
I don't believe she knew it!"

But I know that she knew it now,
And I just believe, I do,
That her poor little heart was broken,
And so her head broke too.
Oh, my baby! my little baby!
I wish my head had been hit!
For I've hit it over and over,
And it hasn't cracked a bit.

But since the darling is dead,
She'll want to be buried of course;
We will take my little wagon, Nurse,
And you shall be the horse;
And I'll walk behind and cry;
And we'll put her in this--you see,
This dear little box--and we'll bury
Them under the maple tree.

And papa will make a tombstone,
Like the one he made for my bird;
And he'll put what I tell him on it--
Yes, every single word!
I shall say: "Here lies Hildegarde,
A beautiful doll that is dead;
She died of a broken heart,
And a dreadful crack in her head."

Margaret Vandegrift

Dolly's Doctor

Dolly, my darling, is dreadfully sick;
Oh, dear! what shall I do?
Despatch to the doctor a telephone quick
To bring her a remedy new.

Hush! that is the doctor's tap! tap! tap!
Don't make such a terrible noise--
Don't you see how the darling lies still on my lap,
And never looks up at you boys!

Come, doctor, and tell me now just what you think
Would be best for my darling so sweet.
'Give dolly a bucket of water to drink,
In a bowl of hot gruel put her feet.'

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Christening Dolly

See, this is my Christmas dolly,
Two weeks ago she came;
And, oh! the trouble I have had
To find a pretty name.

At first I thought of Marguerite--
A French name, meaning "pearl"--
But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff
For such a graceful girl."

And then I mentioned, one by one,
Susanna, Ruth, and Poll,
"But they are too old-fashioned names
Said Nell, "to suit your doll."

So the next day I got a great big book,
And searched it through and through,
Then shook my head and sadly said:
"There's not one name will do."

My brother Tom was sitting near,
He raised his eyes and smiled;
"Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said,
"Suppose I name your child."

"Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried,
And then I hugged him, so; (hugging her doll.)
"We'll play you are the parson
That christens folks, you know."

So then, he took her in his arms
And solemnly and slow
He said: "This baby's name shall be
Miss Josephine, or Jo."

And there, before I knew it,
My baby had a name;
And what I like about it, is,
That mine is just the same.

E.C. and J.T. Rook

The Dollies Visit

Three little girls brought each a doll,
To pass an afternoon;
The dresses all were soon displayed,
Their bangles made a tune;
And when they parted to go home,
One young girl shrewdly said:
"Our dollies have behaved real nice--
They have no scandal spread."
W.

The Little Girl Over The Way

Whenever I'm tired of reading,
Or lonely in my play,
I come to the window here, and watch
The little girl over the way.

But she will not look nor listen,
Nor stand for a moment still;
And though I watch her the livelong day,
I'm afraid she never will.

For some day some one will buy her,
And carry her quite away;--
She is only a doll in a great glass-case,
The little girl over the way.

Maggie's Talk to Doll

My dolly dear,
Come sit up here!
And say why you don't cry.
I've struck your head
Against the bed,
And cracked your pretty eye,

My dolly dear,
Do sit up here,
And let me see your face;
And say, my pet,
Why you don't fret
Now Pug has got your place.

My pretty Poll
My dear, dear doll,
Why don't you eat or talk?
Like sister Jane,
And Sally Blane,
And then go for a walk?

You have an eye,
But never cry,
And lips, but never prattle;
You've fingers ten,
Like brother Ben,
But never shake the rattle.

You never eat,
Nor drink, nor sleep,
Nor move unless you're carried:
And when I pinch,
You never flinch,
Nor say that you are worried.

Minnie to Dolly

Your hair is so pretty,
Your eyes are so blue,
Your cheeks are so rosy,
Your frock is so new,
You're the prettiest dolly
I ever did see.
Though your hair is so pretty,
And your eyes are so blue,
I'd rather be Minnie
Than I would be you,

For you can't see the flowers
When they come up in spring;
You can't hear the birdies,
How sweetly they sing;
Nor run out of doors
To look in the sky,
And see the white clouds
As they pass swiftly by.

You've no kind of papa
Or mamma to be near,
To love you and teach you;
So, dolly, my dear,
Though your cheeks are so rosy,
And your dress is so new,
I'd rather be Minnie
Than I would be you.

My Dolly

My Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown,
Has a pretty little bonnet,
And a pretty little gown;
A pretty little bonnet,
With a lovely feather on it;
Oh, there's not another like it
To be found in all the town!

My Dolly, Polly, is a precious little pet;
Her eyes are bright as jewels,
And her hair is black as jet;
I hug her, and I kiss her!
And oh, how I should miss her
If she were taken from me;
Oh how I should grieve and fret!

My little brother Charley,
Says my Dolly is "a muff,"
And he calls her other horrid names
Though that is bad enough;
And though he's very clever,
I never, no, I never
Let him handle her or dandle her,
For boys, you know, are rough.

My Dolly's always smiling;
She was never known to frown.
And she looks so very charming
In her Sunday hat and gown.
You really ought to see her
To get a good idea
Of the beauty of my Dolly,
Polly Angelina Brown.

Dolly's Wedding

Come along; come along;
The rain has gone away.
Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
It is Dolly's wedding-day!

Charley has got his night-gown on.
Mary has put the chairs:
Charley is the clergyman
Who'll marry them up-stairs.
Come along; come along;
The rain has gone away.
Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
It is Dolly's wedding-day!

Sambo has got an old white hat,
And a coat with but one tail;
Sambo's face is very black,
Dolly's is rather pale.
Come along; come along;
The rain has gone away.
Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
It is Dolly's wedding-day!

Sambo has got a woolly pate,
Dolly has golden hair.
When Sambo marries Dolly,
They'll be a funny pair!
Come along; come along;
The rain has gone away.
Dingle-dong! dingle dong;
It is Dolly's wedding-day!

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My Doll

I found my old dolls
In the attic to-day,
In a box where I long ago
Laid them away.
It was silly, I know,
But 'twas such a surprise,
The sight of their faces
Brought tears to my eyes.

There was poor little Flossie,
With azure eyes closed.
For many a month
She had quietly dozed,
In the little silk gown
In which I last dressed her--
That time was brought back
So I stopped and caressed her;

And then, as I raised her,
She opened her eyes,
And stared at her mother
In such sad surprise
That I kissed her and laid
Her again in her place
To keep her reproachful
Blue eyes off my face.

And next I uncovered
My little bisque Mabel,
To meet whose brown eyes
I was still more unable.
There gaze was surprised,
But exceedingly mild,
My poor little, dear little,
Led-away child!

And I kissed her, her face
Looked so childish and sweet,
And I held for a moment
Her little kid feet,
For her stockings were scattered,
And so were her shoes,
And then, when I found them,
They gave me the blues.

I kissed her, and laid her
Back in the box, but
She looked at me still
(For her eyes would not shut)
And hastily covering
Her face from my sight,
I searched till wax Elsie
I brought to the light.

Now, that poor little doll
Was only my niece,
Her eyes were dark blue
And her curls white as fleece
But her nose was so flat,
'Twas no longer a nose,
And her wax cheeks had faded
And lost all their rose.

From losing her sawdust
Her body was slender,
Yet for those very reasons
My kiss was more tender,
And I laid the poor thing
Away with a sigh,
And feeling, I must say,
Like having a cry.

One big doll was missing,--
My dear Rosabel,--
How much I did love her,
I really can't tell.
It is painful, indeed,
To be talking about,
But I loved her so much
That I quite wore her out.

Well, well, I am older,
But I'm sure I'm not glad.
The thought of those old times,
In fact makes me sad.
And, although the feeling
Is silly, I know,
I cannot help sighing:
"Oh! why did I grow?"

Bertha Gerneaux Davis

Mistress Of Four Dollies

This little girl, I'm glad to say,
Is eight years old this very day.
She makes a hat for the little "Doll,"
And puts in it a feather tall.

One doll is large, and one is small,
Another short another tall.
She talks to them. They won't obey,
And then she says, "You cannot play."

Grandmamma's Visit

With grandma's cap upon her head,
And spectacles on her nose,
And grandma's shawl upon her back,
Grace to her sister goes.

"My dear grandchild, although I am
Now getting very old,
I've toddled all this way to ask
About your Dolly's cold."

"Dear Grandmamma, I thank you much,
And I am glad to say
She had a good sound sleep last night,
And is quite well to-day."

Lucy's Dolls

Five little dolls
To claim my care
To fix their clothes
And comb their hair;

Five little dolls
To dress and keep
And put away
Each night to sleep.

I don't think grown
Folks ever know
What troubles small
Folks undergo;

I have to cook
To please all five--
I wonder much
That I'm alive!

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Dolly Is Dead

I can't help crying! Oh dear!
My doll is dead, I fear,
Yes, she must be dead,
For she's lost her head,
And she looks so horribly queer.
But they say our doctor's a clever man,
I'll get him to put on her head if he can.

The Doll Show

(For seven little girls--six with dolls. The seventh to be the judge.)

_First girl enters, with doll in her arms._

We're going to have a dolly show,
This very afternoon--
The little girls will bring their dolls,
(I think they'll be here soon),

And then we'll have such lots of fun,
We'll place them in a row,
And the one the judge declares the best
Will take the prize, you know.

My dolly is all ready,
I've dressed her as a bride;
Don't she look sweet; She'll take the prize,
Of that I'm satisfied.

_Places her doll on a bench or chair, and takes a seat._

_Second Girl_

Oh, such a time as I have had,
I thought I would be late;
I took so very, very long
To dress my little Kate,

But here she is, my infant doll,
So white, and clean, and pure,
Oh, yes, my precious darling,
You'll take the prize, I'm sure.

_Places doll next to doll No. 1 and takes a seat._

_Third Girl--Carrying a handsome French Doll._

My dolly came from Sunny France,
Her name is Antoinette,
She's two years old on Christmas day,
And she's my dearest pet.

Her feet and hands are very small,
Her hair is soft and light,
Her eyes the deepest, darkest blue,
And very large and bright.

This handsome dress from Paris came,
Also this stylish hat,
Why, she of course will take the prize,
I'm positive of that.

_Places her doll by doll No. 2, and takes a seat._

_Fourth Girl_

I hope they've saved a little space
For Jack, my sailor lad,
The bravest, best, and nicest son
A mother ever had.

He wears a suit of navy blue--
I've brought him to the show
Because he looks so very nice,
He'll take the prize, I know.

_Places it by doll No. 3, and sits down._

_Fifth Girl--a very small girl holding by the arm a large rag baby with a long dress._

My mamma's writing letters,
And told me--"run away,"
And so I brought my dolly
To the baby show, to-day.

She isn't very pretty,
But she's very nice, I think,
Her eyes, and nose, and little mouth,
My mamma made with ink.

I love my Dolly, 'cause she's good--
She never never cries,
So don't you think she'll be the one
To carry off the prize?

_Places her doll by doll No. 4, and takes a seat._

_Sixth Girl_

They mustn't crowd my baby out,
Although she's black as night.
I think she'll stand as good a chance
As babies that are white.

She's very neat, and nice, and clean,
Her lips are cherry red,
She wears a gay bandanna
Tied round her curly head.

She's a very handsome lady,
And if the judge be wise,
I do not have the slightest doubt
That she will take the prize.

_Places her doll by doll No. 5, and sits down._

_First Girl--to the girls_

Do not open your mouths,
Nor shut your eyes!
For here comes the judge
To award the prize.

_Seventh Girl--Enters carrying a wand. She views each doll in turn with critical eyes, then pointing to the first doll, says--_

Number one is very pretty,
But I think she's rather tall.

_Points to No. 2_

And this cunning little baby,
Is a little bit too small.

_No. 3_

Number three--a fine French lady,
Too Frenchy is, I fear.

_Points to No. 4_

And Master Jack, I like your looks,
But I think you dress too queer.

_No. 5_

And this old-fashioned baby doll,
I guess lived in the ark;

_No. 6_

No, no, Miss Dinah, no prize for you,
Your skin is much too dark.

_Then turning to the little girls, she continues:_

And now, dear anxious mothers,
I find I can't decide
Which doll shall have the premium,
But I'll be satisfied

If you'll call another meeting
To-morrow afternoon,
I need more time to settle this--
To-day is much too soon.

So, mothers, now I give these babies
Back to your loving care;
And I thank you much for bringing them
To our famous Baby Fair.

_Hands each doll to it's owner._

_Exit all._

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A Doll's Adventures Round the World

All round the world and back again
Dolly and I have been;
By sea and land we've travelled far,
The strangest sights have seen.

To Greenland first we sailed away
To see the snow and ice,
But Dolly's nose--it nearly froze--
Oh, dear! that wasn't nice!

So off we tripp'd to Canada,
There 'twas not quite so cold--
But there the Indians in the woods
Rushed after us so bold.

We ran away to Montana,
O'er Rocky Mountains high,
To picnic in wild Oregon,
Famous for pumpkin pie.

Then down to California,
Through many a field of gold,
And over ancient Mexico,
Past temples manifold.

The Sandwich Isles we visited,
Where grew such radiant flowers,
And pretty girls danced all the day
In fragrant, rosy bowers.

We crossed the Equatorial Seas,
And, sailing round and round
The lovely islands of the main,
Sweet coral groves we found.

New Zealand's shores we landed at,
The country of strange things--
Cherries that carried the stones out-side,
And flowers with butterflies' wings.

Oh, when we reach Australia--
What heaps and heaps of gold!
And a million sheep and lambs we saw
Straying from fold to fold.

To buy some tea-pots and some trays,
We called at quaint Japan,
Where a very polite old Japanese
Gave Dolly an ivory fan.

We took a trip to Chinese land
To take a cup of tea,
But neither sugar nor cream was given,
Which didn't suit Dolly and me.

Then travelling to Hindustan,
We met a tiger there,
Who looked as though he would eat us up--
So off we flew elsewhere.

And found ourselves in the Khyber Pass,
In the midst of a Caravan,
With which we travelled night and day
To reach Afghanistan.

Across the Red Sea next we sail'd
And through the Suez Canal,
To purchase a camel at old Cairo,
With a trot most magical,

Across the Desert we rode apace,
No water was there to drink,
Ah, oh!--while climbing a Pyramid
Dolly dropped down a chink.

An Arab kindly rescued her--
(She did so ruffle her hair;
If ever she plays that trick again
She'll have to be left down there.)

At last we left the Desert drear,
To sail upon the Nile,
In the Pasha's beautiful diabeheh
Past many a crocodile.

We saw no end of wonders now
In Africa's strange land--
Forests full of lions fierce,
And many a savage band.

Our steamer on the Congo sank--
We were in a dreadful plight
Until we met with Stanley true,
And then we steered aright.

We said good-bye to Africa,
And, though winds proved contrary,
Northward our wondrous way we took
To the Isles of sweet Canary.

Thence favouring gales conveyed us far
Beyond the Spanish shore;
Fast by the coast of France we sped
To our own land once more.

And now we're safe at home again,
And wise as wise can be;
For seeing all the world's wonders
Improves my Doll and me.

Sabina

The Story of a Doll

I stood in the semi-darkness
And watched a child at her play;
Her cares were of multiform nature,
And the daylight was speeding away.

Her dolly demanded attention,
To be petted and kissed and be fed;
To have on its little nightgown,
And then to be put in its bed.

All this with a motherly yearning
She had learned by the instinct of love;
And the dolly but faintly presented
A gift from the heaven above.

The dear little creature had finished
And was just about turning to go,
When the scene all changed in a moment
And turned into weeping and woe.

A boy, almost reaching to manhood,
Dashed wildly from the room,
And seizing the doll from the cradle
Rushed out again into the gloom.

There was one wild scream from the maiden,
A clasp of the hands and a chase;
But the boy thought the thing was funny
And was in for a brotherly race.

But soon, when the screaming was louder
And he saw all the pain he had caused.
He threw down the doll on the flooring,
And sneering, he suddenly paused.

"I wouldn't be such a cry-baby," he said,
With a half-mocking drawl;
"I can buy plenty more that's just like it,
"It's only a plaster doll.

"Why don't you get one made of china,
Instead of that plaster thing?
An then I would try to respect it,"
And he took himself off with a fling.

"Oh, my dolly, my dolly is broken,"
And quick in her bosom she hid
The maimed little bit of her sunshine,
"I Loved it, I loved it, I did.

"I don't care if it was only plaster;
'Twas my dolly, my dolly, my own."
And she knelt by the mangled plaything.
"And now I am left all alone."

Ten years from that very evening,
I stood by the couch of a child,
While a man knelt and wept beside it,
With a face both haggard and wild.

'Twas the old scene of the dolly repeated,
The boy had to manhood grown;
A hand crushed his plaster idol
And left him to mourn all alone.

Ah me! how the world is repeated,
The work of each day o'er and o'er.
We all have our broken dollies
Away on the golden shore.
Did he think, I wonder, of that one
He threw on the carpetless floor.

Watson

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I am homesick, Dolly Dear

Dolly knows what's the matter--
Dolly and I.
It isn't the mumps nor the measles--
Oh! dear, I shall die!
It's the mothering we want, Dolly,
The--what shall I call it?
And grandpa says he has sent--
He put the 'spatch safe in his wallet.

I know well enough that he dropped
That telegraph 'spatch in the fire,
If mother just knew, she'd come
If 'twas on the telegraph wire!
She'd take my poor head,
That is splitting this very minute,
And she'd sing "There's a Happy Land,"
And the hymn that has "Darling" in it.

Course, I like grandpa's house;
It's the splendidest place to stay,
When there's all the outdoors to live in,
And nothing to do but to play;
Somehow you forget your mother--
That is, just the littlest bit,
Though if she were here, I suppose
That I shouldn't mention it.

But oh! there's a difference, Dolly,
When your head is so full of pains
That ('cepting the ache that's in 'em)
There's nothing left of your brains,
Remember how nice it feels, Dolly,
To have your head petted and "poored."
Ache? Why I ache all over,
And my bed is as hard as a board.

Nurse says "It's a sweet, lovely morning."
It may be for all that I care;
There's just one spot in this great wide world
That is pretty--I wish I was there!
I can see the white roses climbing
All over the low porch door,
And the daisies and buttercups growing--
I never half loved them before.

And mother--let's see! she's standing
In that very same door, no doubt;
She loves to look out in the morning
And see what the world is about,
In a pale-blue something-or-other--
A loose sort of wrapper, I guess;
As if a few yards of sky
Had been taken to make a dress.

And up from the pine woods yonder
Comes a beautiful woodsy smell,
And the breeze keeps a hinting of May flowers--
The real-pink arbutus bell;
And I think most likely the robins
Have built in the cherry tree;
And by and by there'll be birdies--
And I shall not be there to see!

Did you hear any noise, Dolly!
Speak, Dolly, you little witch!
As if someone was laughing--or crying!
I couldn't tell which!
We've kept from crying, so far;
We've choked but we wouldn't cry;
I've just talked it out to you, dear;
I had to, or else I'd die.

But if that is you, mother--
And I know by your lips that it is--
I'll just squeeze your head off!--
You think that all I want is a kiss!
O mother! to papa and Tom
You needn't got mention it,
But you know it was homesickness
Almost killed your poor little Kit!

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_Every Dolly Should Have A Name_

A Thousand Names For Dollies And Babies

Adam and Madam,
Hagar and Jagar,
Lottie and Tottie,
Dinah and Nina,
Hebe and Phoebe,
Claude and Maude,
Connell and Donnell,
Dove and Love,
Are all good names for dolls.

Ruth and Truth,
Ducie and Lucy,
Casper and Jasper,
Mercy and Percy,
Angeletta and Vangeletta,
Gilliam and William,
Luby and Ruby,
Ada and Saida,
Are all good names for dolls.

Abihu and Elihu,
Becky and Jacky,
Alf and Ralph,
Giles and Miles,
Colin and Rollin,
Lubin and Reuben,
Arthur and Marthur,
Marybella and Sarybella,
Are all good names for dolls.

Hubert and Rupert,
Nice and Rice,
Bryan and Ryan,
Alpin and Galpin,
Duke and Luke,
Mulic and Ulic,
Bessy and Hessy,
Hildalene and Tildalene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Mose and Rose,
Gordon and Jordan,
Donald and Ronald,
Ervin and Mervin,
Mirzah and Tirzah,
Alick and Gallic,
Handel and Randal,
Fredelena and Tedelena,
Are all good names for dolls.

Bridget and Midget,
Louisa and Theresa,
Hillah and Zillah,
Milfred and Wilfred,
Larkin and Martyn,
Horam and Joram,
Jael and Shaul,
Fannyette and Nannyette,
Are all good names for dolls.

Abisha and Elisha,
Abitub and Ahitub,
Crissylene and Sissylene,
Averil and Daveril,
Botolph, and Rodolph,
Lilian and Milian,
Maynard and Reynard,
Kizzylene and Lizzylene,
Are all good names for dolls.