Chapter VI: Front Matter (6)

Prichard and Richard,
Darian and Marian,
Dowzabel and Rosabel,
Artemus and Bartemus,
Dathan and Nathan,
Germaine and Hermaine,
Abelard and Ermengarde,
Dovelene and Loyelene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Nicodemus and Polyphemous,
Marianne and Sarianne,
Lucylena and Nucylena,
Edmond and Redmond,
Nebulon and Zebulon,
Jeanette and Mynette,
Apollyon and Napoleon,
Jinnylene and Winnylene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Coralius and Doralius,
Horatius and Ignatius,
Agnes and Dagnes,
Eldred and Meldred,
Obijah and Orijah,
Adriel and Gabriel,
Ivan and Sivan,
Claudelius and Maudelius,
Are all good names for dolls.

Brunius an Junius,
Simon and Timon,
Bobab and Hobab,
Darnell and Parnell,
Jirah and Sirah,
Marylena and Sarylena,
Faban and Laban,
Lilianette and Millianette,
Are all good names for dolls.

Lubylene and Rubylene,
Manuel and Samuel,
Herodicus and Herodotus,
Ella and Zella,
Flavius and Zavius,
Grace and Mace,
Borgia and Georgia,
Dinalene and Minalene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Ira and Myra,
Claudia and Maudia,
Laymond and Raymond,
Gisborn and Lisborn,
Fernando and Hernando,
Paul and Saul,
Hulia and Julia,
Lancylene and Nancylene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Barret and Garret,
Diamond and Simund,
Bathilda and Matilda,
Charissa and Clarissa,
Minnielene and Tinnielene,
Abinoam and Ahinoam,
Clarice and Paris,
Bessielene and Jessielene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Josiah and Sophia,
Bariah and Mariah,
Jeziah and Keziah,
Amariah and Amaziah,
Josibiah and Josiphia,
Uriah and Jeremiah,
Obadiah and Zachariah,
Are all good names for dolls.

Florence and Laurence,
Athaliah and Jocaliah,
Abira and Sapphira,
Donetta and Johnetta,
Biddy and Liddy,
Janette and Nanette,
Dometta and Tometta,
Agrippa and Phillippa,
Are all good names for dolls.

Lucretia and Venetia,
Criscilla and Priscilla,
Belinda and Selinda,
Dara and Hara,
Ambrose and Lambrose,
Frances and Nances,
Bertie and Gertie,
Ruthelene and Truthelene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dorna and Lorna,
German and Herman,
Josanna and Johanna,
Alfred and Talfred,
Hamar and Tamar,
Ashur and Jasher,
Baruch and Saruch,
Mollyetta and Pollyetta,
Are all good names for dolls.

Angelena and Vangelena,
Cherubima and Seraphima,
Bede and Reid,
Josabad and Rosabad,
Lulia and Tulia,
Harold and Jarold,
Jeroboam and Rehoboam,
Paulina and Saulina,
Are all good names for dolls.

Tunice and Unice,
Sambrose and Vambrose,
Meshach and Sheshach,
Bertram and Gertram,
Amon and Samon,
Claudius and Maudius,
Borelius and Horelius,
Bonalene and Monalene,
Are all good names for dolls.

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_The Reading over of these 1000 Names, all different, will give splendid Exercise in Spelling and Pronunciation._

Gomer and Homer,
Selah and Telah,
Rasman and Tasman,
Barak and Sarak,
Janet and Nanet,
Heavenbella and Sevenbella,
Ahaz and Azaz,
Antimeg and Antineg,
Are all good names for dolls.

Allon and Fallon,
Abdiel and Zabdiel,
Andronicus and Veronicus,
Anthony and Vanthony,
Amery and Zamery,
James and Kames,
Antonius and Santonius,
Mattylene and Pattylene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Bedrodach and Nedrodach,
Festus and Vestus,
Geoffrey and Zeffrey,
Henry and Kenry,
Gilbert and Hilbert,
Anim and Banim,
Noah and Joah,
Mercylene and Percylene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dovetta and Lovetta,
Azel and Bazel,
Corinda and Dorinda,
Besar and Cesar,
Doram and Horam,
Ananiah and Apia,
Floralius and Horalius,
Marionette and Sarionette,
Are all good names for dolls.

Coralene and Doralene,
Floralene and Noralene,
Dathan and Nathan,
Abiram and Ahiram,
Imon and Dimon,
Cornelius and Aurelius,
Ethelene and Bethelene,
Jera and Terah,
Are all good names for dolls.

Ben and Glen,
Neziah and Tiziah,
Madoc and Zadoc,
Pauline and Sauline,
Abihud and Ahihud,
Kiza and Liza,
Dius and Pius,
Nucy and Sucy,
Are all good names for dolls.

Alfric and Salfric,
Frank and Hank,
Kobina and Rosina,
Florinda and Laurinda,
Deborah and Ketorah,
Shebaniah and Shecaniah,
Sherariah and Shemariah,
Are all good names for dolls.

Abia, Beriah and Neriah,
Alberic, Almeric & Alperic,
Volinda, Wolinda & Zolinda
Abijah, Ahijah and Elijah,
Dida, Ida and Fida,
Dias, Elias and Tobias,
Quick, Vic and Zic,
Hugh, Leu and Pugh,
Are all good names for dolls.

Cora, Dora and Flora,
Lora, Nora and Zora,
Biram, Hiram and Miram,
Vessie, Wessie and Zessie,
Barrat, Jarrat and Garrat,
Ham, Lam and Zam,
Adelia, Afelia and Amelia,
Dugo, Hugo and Nugo,
Are all good names for dolls.

Ivy, Livy and Zivy,
Betty, Hetty and Letty,
Netty, Petty and Zetty,
Linny, Winny and Zinny,
Hester, Lester and Nestor,
Helena, Serena and Sabina,
Mab, Nab and Rab,
Dottielene, Lottielene & Tottielene
Are all good names for dolls.

Bruno, Juno and Uno,
Eugene, Nugene and Sugene,
Dorman, Gorman and Norman,
Jean, Vean and Zean,
Hew, Seu and Zue,
Azur, Kazur and Nazur,
Davia, Flavia and Pavia,
Apulias, Julius and Tulias,
Are all good names for dolls.

Biram, Hiram and Piram,
Katline, Matline and Patline,
Seba, Sheba, and Zebah,
Aubrey, Daubrey and Vaubrey,
Nebo, Nego and Necho,
Andrew, Mandrew and Vandrew,
Dalwin, Talwin and Zalwin,
Abi, Ahi and Ami,
Are all good names for dolls.

Larissa, Narissa and Varrissa,
Di, Guy and Nie,
Dot, Lot and Tot,
Delicia, Felicia and Letitia,
Bona, Jonah and Mona,
Queenie, Teenie and Weenie,
Edward, Nedward, Tedward,
Dom, Pom and Tom,
Are all good names for dolls.

Muric, Uric and Zurich,
Doddard, Goddard and Stoddard,
Heggie, Meggie and Peggie,
Darvey, Harvey and Jarvey,
Haddox, Maddox and Zaddox,
Joel, Loel and Noel,
Aaron, Saron and Zaron,
Bilhah, Hillah and Zillah,
Are all good names for dolls.

Anneline, Fannylene & Nannylene,
Albina, Aldina and Alvina,
Annie, Fannie and Nanny,
Elim, Phelim and Selim,
Bobbie, Robbie & Zobbie,
Alma, Palma and Talma,
Gillis, Phillis and Willis,
Bettylene, Hettylene & Lettylene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Bennet, Jennet and Kennet,
Dobe, Job and Robe,
Bruce, Druce and Pruce,
Lillybella, Millybella & Tillybella,
Baruch, Karuch and Saruch,
Kilbert, Wilbert and Zilbert,
Leo, Neo and Zeo,
Dosabel, Josabel and Rosabel,
Are all good names for dolls.

Darion, Marion and Sarion,
Devalene, Evalene and Nevalene,
Josephine, Mosephine & Rosephine,
Ezra, Dezra and Kezra,
Dollybella, Mollybella & Pollybella,
Halena, Kalena and Salena,
Byra, Dyra and Lyra,
Iralene, Liralene and Miralene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Lavinia, Savinia and Vavinia,
Duckylene, Luckylene and Zuckylene,
Tiglath-Pileser and Tilgath-Pilneser,
Abinadab, Ahinadab and Aminadab,
Abimelech, Ahimelech and Elimelech,
Felix, Kelix and Selix,
Alpheus, Dalpheus and Ralpheus,
Balak, Halak and Lamech,
Are all good names for dolls.

Randal, Sandal and Vandal,
Arabella, Carrabella and Clarabella,
Harriet, Marriet and Varriet,
Abilene, Mabilene and Rabilene,
Erwin, Kirwin and Mirwin,
Agar, Dagar and Zagar,
Alice, Dalice and Zalice,
Bab, Tab and Zab,
Are all good names for dolls.

Emmeline, Femmeline and Jemmeline,
Lemmeline, Pemmeline and Zemmeline,
Haggylene, Maggylene and Peggylene,
Hilda, Kilda and Lilda,
Milda, Tilda and Zilda,
B--etta, C--etta and D--etta,
E--etta, G--etta and V--etta,
Catalina, Matalina and Patalina,
Are all good names for dolls.

Lerman, Merman and Zerman,
Ariel, Dariel and Zariel,
Gibeon, Tibeon and Zibeon,
Jessie, Kessie and Sessie,
Dias, Pius, Thias and Zius,
Doll, Moll, Poll and Noll,
A--etta, J--etta, K--etta and Mayetta,
Annabella, Fannybella and Nannybella,
Are all good names for dolls.

Boy, Foy, Joy and Moy,
A--, J--, K--and May,
Eliza, Ebiza, Ediza, and Egisa,
Ehiza, Eniza, Eriza and Etiza,
Bell, Nell, Val and Zell,
Bem, Em, Sem and Zem,
Arc, Clark, Mark and Park,
Kat, Nat, Mat and Pat,
Are all good names for dolls.

Celia, Delia, Melia and Zelia,
Phil, Till, Will and Zill,
Binny, Dinny, Finny and Jinny,
Birza, Girza, Mirza and Tirza,
Edwin, Fredwin, Nedwin, and Tedwin,
Jorah, Korah, Nora and Zorah,
Boswald, Goswald, Oswald and Roswald,
Carley, Charley, Harley and Varley,
Are all good names for dolls.

Clara, Lara, Sara and Zara,
Florace, Horace, Morris and Norris,
Cary, Fairy, Mary and Sary,
Barry, Carrie, Harry and Larry,
Crissy, Kissy, Sissy and Melissy,
Harman, Darman, Jarman and Sharman,
Ubenia, Igenia, Ulenia and Uphemia,
Birene, Irene, Mirene and Sirene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Acelius, Adelius, Afelius and Amelius,
Anelius, Apelius, Arelius and Avelius,
Dannah, Hannah, Jannah and Mannah,
Aram, Naram, Saram and Zaram,
Benny, Denny, Jenny and Kenny,
Albert, Dalbert, Falbert and Salbert,
Barlo, Carlo, Marlo and Varlo,
Jemuel, Kemuel, Lemuel and Shemuel,
Are all good names for dolls.

Bon, Con, Don and John,
Cain, Jane, Mayne and Payne,
Jimmy, Mimmy, Simmy and Timmy,
Dick, Hick, Mick and Nick,
Ally, Lally, Sally and Vally,
Bill, Hill, Lill, Mill and Phil,
Bolo, Molo, Polo, Rollo and Solo,
Levi, Nevi, Sevi, Vevi and Zevi,
Are all good names for dolls.

Hatty, Katty, Matty, Natty and Patty,
Billy, Lily, Milly, Tilly and Willy,
Dolly, Jolly, Molly, Nolly and Polly,
Dizzy, Kizzy, Lizzy, Sizzy and Tizzy,
Eddy, Freddy, Neddy, Ready and Teddy,
Beric, Deric, Eric, Leric and Zeric,
Eva, Deva, Neva, Seva and Zeva,
Addi, Daddi, Laddi, Vaddi and Zaddi,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dina, Mina, Nina, Vina and Zina,
Adar, Badar, Kadar, Nadar and Zadar,
Bira, Ira, Kira, Lira, Mira and Sira,
Chloe, Floe, Joey, Loe, Moe and Zoe,
Agg, Dagg, Greig, Mag, Peg and Zag,
Bell, Hal, Lal, Mell, Nell and Sal,
Jim, Kim, Nim, Sim, Tim, Vim and Zim,
Ann, Dan, Fan, Jan, Nan, Pan and San,
Are all good names for dolls.

E. W. Cole

[Page 57--Name Land] _All Old Dollies should be hunted up and Named._

Three Hundred more Names for Dollies, Doggies, Pussies, and Babies.

Abigail and Abihail,
Allamlech & Anammelech,
Azariah and Hezekiah,
Boyetta and Joyetta,
Hosea and Josea,
Baxter and Dexter,
Deleus and Peleus,
Borcas and Dorcas,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dickylene and Mickylene,
Dicketta and Micketta,
Bennylene and Rennielene,
Billyetta and Willyetta,
Daddylene and Laddilene,
Dinahlene and Ninalene,
Claudelene and Maudelene,
Ruthetta and Truthetta,
Are all good names for dolls.

Ducylene and Lucylene,
Jinnyetta and Winnyetta,
Fidalene and Idalene,
Adalene and Saidalene,
Beckylene and Jackylene,
Arthuretta & Marthuretta,
Claudelena and Maudelena,
Marianetta and Sarianetta,
Are all good names for dolls.

Elizalene and Erizalene,
Coraetta and Doraetta,
Millylene and Tillylene,
Simonetta and Timonetta,
Lucyetta and Nucyetta,
Marylene and Sarylene,
Lubyetta and Rubyetta,
Claralene and Sarahlene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Bennyetta and Jennyetta,
Gladdilena and Paddylena,
Maryetta and Sarietta,
Borgialene and Georgialene,
Cyliene and Lyliene,
Maxalene and Rexaline,
Maxetta and Rexetta,
Maxabella and Rexabella,
Are all good names for dolls.

Selina and Serena,
Sallyetta and Vallyetta,
Iralena and Myralena,
Bessielena and Jessielena,
Honeylene and Moneylene,
Bertielina and Gertielina,
Gilbertine and Wilbertine,
Julietta and Tulietta,
Are all good names for dolls.

Biddylene and Liddylene,
Edwardetta & Tedwardetta,
Bertielene and Gertieline,
Henryetta and Kenryetta,
Carrielene and Harrylene,
Bennylene and Glennylene,
Nellyetta and Sellyetta,
Bobbielene and Robbielene,
Are all good names for dolls.

Cornelia and Cordelia,
Sundaylena & Mondaylena,
Hellen and Tellin,
Angelus and Vangelus,
Saletta and Valetta,
Irene and Ilene,
Kittylene and Mytilene,
Iralius and Myralius,
Are all good names for dolls.

Southetta and Louthetta,
Melbalena and Selbalena,
Lidneylena & Sydneylena,
Adelena and Madelena,
Mirthelena and Perthalena,
Brisbanetta and Lisbonetta,
Rasmanetta & Tasmanetta,
Lowrylena and Maorilena,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dollybel, Mollybel and Pollybel,
Catilius, Matilius, and Patilius,
Cinalene, Hinalene and Linalene,
Bess, Chess, Hess and Zess,
Didas, Fidas and Midas,
Linalene, Winalene and Zinalene,
Dillius, Millius and Fillius,
Hestor, Lestor and Nestor,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dollyus, Mollyus and Pollyus,
Lene, Mene, Tene and Vene,
Basalene, Masalene and Vasalene,
Lucia, Mucia and Nucia,
Danope, Fanope and Panope,
Hero, Nero, Pero and Thero,
Ida, Sida, Vida and Zida,
Hictor, Rictor and Victor,
Are all good names for dolls.

Belus, Helus, Nelus and Zelus,
Eno, Leno and Zeno,
Daniel, Ananial and Nathaniel,
Abel, Jabel, Mabal and Nabal,
Kish, Mish and Wish,
Dolletta, Molletta and Polletta,
Haletta, Naletta and Saletta,
Barryetta, Harryetta & Larryetta,
Are all good names for dolls.

Abeletta, Mabeletta & Nabeletta,
Lilyetta, Millyetta and Tillyetta,
Bonalene, Jonahlene & Monalene,
Deolene, Neolene and Leolene,
Jimmylene, Simmylene, Timmylene,
Ino, Dino, Kino and Mino,
Dana, Hana, Jana and Nana,
Are all good names for dolls.

Annetta, Fanetta and Nanetta,
Edicus, Tedicus and Fredicus,
Eddyetta, Teddyetta & Freddyetta,
Emilus, Remilus and Zemilus,
Faula, Paula and Saula,
Callio, Sallio and Vallio,
Delios, Helios and Melios,
Deo, Leo, Neo and Zeo,
Are all good names for dolls.

Dollian, Mollian and Pollian,
Dorabella, Florabella, Norabella,
Lilo, Milo, Philo, Silo and Tilo,
Bella, Kella, Nella and Stella,
Dollyetta, Lollyetta & Nollyetta,
Sunnylena, Honeylena, Moneylena,
Moonelena, Noonelena, Doonelena,
Stellalena, Bellalena & Ellalena,
Are all good names for dolls.

E.W.C.

_P.S. Nebuchadnezzar and Nebuchadrezzar,_
_Wandiligong & Croajingoalong,_
_Are four good names for pussies._

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Good Mamma

Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me.
My baby.

For this I'm sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
And many an hour I sit and sew
For baby.

And then at night I lie awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.

An when you're good and do not cry,
Nor into angry passions fly,
You can't think how papa and I
Love baby.

But if my little child should grow
To be a naughty child, I know
'Twould grieve mamma to serve her so,
My baby.

And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby's sin,
I think you'd wish that you had been
A better baby.

How They Made Up

Two naughty little people
Had a quarrel one sad day,
Each said that with the other,
She never more would play.

And so upon each other
Their little backs they turned,
And all the old time fondness
Alas! they coldly spurned.

But oh! their angry hearts grew weary,
The anger died away,
Each hoped that soon the other
Would have a word to say.

Each waited, oh! how sadly!
Each moved a little near,
And each "around the corner"
Began, at last, to peer.

Then Nellie held her dolly
To Annie with a smile:
"You may have it if you want to.
An play with it awhile."

Then Annie quickly followed
The rule she knew was right:
"I've got an apple, Nellie,
I'll give you a big bite."
And somehow the sweet faces
Met fair and square at last,
And kisses sweet and loving
Sent the quarrel flying fast.

Little Whimpy

Whimpy, little Whimpy,
Cried so much one day;
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 never need hope to see!

Master Cross Patch

Cross Patch, cross Patch,
What's the matter now?
Why that wail of fretfulness,
And a scowl upon your brow?

Milk upset and wasted!
Water in your plate,
No one's sorry, old cross Patch,
For your wretched fate.

You began the morning
With a frown, my lad
And every word that you have said
Has made your mother sad.

And by your pettish temper,
You've spoiled your breakfast, too.
Cross Patch, cross Patch,
No one pities you.

Sulky Sarah

Why is Sarah standing there,
Leaning down upon a chair,
With such an angry lip and brow?
I wonder what's the matter now.

Come here my dear and tell me true,
It is because I spoke to you
About the work you'd done so slow,
That you are standing fretting so?

Why then, indeed, I'm grieved to see,
That you can so ill-tempered be:
You make your fault a great deal worse
By being angry and perverse.

Oh! how much better 'twould appear,
To see you shed a humble tear,
And then to hear you meekly say,
"I'll not do so another day."

Jane Taylor

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A New Year's Gift

A charming present comes from town,
A baby-house quite neat;
With kitchen, parlours, dining-room,
And chambers, all complete.

A gift to Emma and to Rose,
From grandpa it came;
The little Rosa smil'd delight,
And Emma did the same.

They eagerly examin'd all--
The furniture was gay;
And in the rooms they plac'd their dolls,
When dress'd in fine array.

At night, their little candles lit,
And as they must be fed,
To supper down the dolls were plac'd,
And then were put to bed.

Thus Rose and Emma pass'd each hour
Devoted to their play;
And long were cheerful, happy, kind--
No cross disputes had they.

Till Rose in baby-house would change
The chairs which were below
"This carpet they would better suit;
I think I'll have it so."

"No, no indeed," her sister said,
"I'm older, Rose, than you;
And I'm the pet--the house is mine:
Miss, what I say is true."

The quarrel grew to such a height,
Mamma she heard the noise,
And coming in, beheld the floor
All strew'd with broken toys.

"O fie, my Emma! naughty Rose!
Say, why this sulk and pout?
Remember this is New Year's Day,
And both are going out."

Now Betty calls the little girls
To come upstairs and dress:
They still revile, with threats
And angry rage express.

But just prepar'd to leave their room,
Persisting yet in strife,
Rose sick'ning fell on Betty's lap.
As void of sense or life.

Mamma appear'd at Betty's call--
John for the doctor goes;
The measles, he begins to think,
Dread symptoms all disclose.

"But though I stay, my Emma, you
May go and spend the day."
"O no, mamma," replied the child,
"Do suffer me to stay.

"Beside my sister's bed I'll sit,
And watch her with such care,
"No pleasure can I e'er enjoy,
Till she my pleasure share.

"How silly now seems our dispute,
Not one of us she knows;
How pale she looks, how hard she breathes,
Poor pretty little Rose!"

Adelaide Taylor

Quarrelling

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature too.

Dr Watts

Angry Words

Poison-drops of care and sorrow,
Bitter poison-drops are they,
Weaving for the coming morrow,
Saddest memories of to-day.

Angry words, oh! let them never
From the tongue unbridled slip;
May the heart's best impulse ever
Check them ere they soil the lip.

Love is much too pure and holy,
Friendship is too sacred far,
For a moment's reckless folly
Thus to desolate and mar.

Angry words are lightly spoken,
Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred,
Brightest links of life are broken,
By a single angry word.

The Tear And The Smile

A little tear and a little smile
Set out to run a race;
We watched them closely all the while--
Their course was baby's face.

The little tear he got the start
We really feared he'd win,
He ran so fast and made a dart
Straight for her dimpled chin.

But somehow, it was very queer,
We watched them all the while--
The little, shining, fretful tear
Got beaten by the smile.

Love One Another

Silly little Mary,
Sulking all the day,
While the other children
Run about and play.

Silly little Mary
Wears a peevish look,
When she sees the others
Laughing at the brook.

Silly little Mary,
Will not skip or swing,
Won't at puss-in-corner play,
Won't do anything.

Silly little Mary
Hides behind the bank,
In among the roots and weeds,
All so thick and rank.

Mary hears a footstep
O'er the velvet moss,
Sees a roguish little face
It is Willie Ross.

I have found you, Mary.
Won't you come play too?
And with cheeks all crimsoned,
Whispers--I love you.

Ah! but love has conquered
Fall the tears like rain,
Then our little Mary
Is herself again.

Where are sulks and tears now?
All are fled away.
And our little Mary
Will both laugh and play.

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Anger

Oh! anger is an evil thing
And spoils the fairest face;
It cometh like a rainy cloud
Upon a sunny place.

One angry moment often does
What we repent for years:
It works the wrong we ne'er make right
By sorrow or tears.

It speaks the rude and cruel word
That wounds a feeling breast:
It strikes the reckless sudden blow--
It breaks the household rest.

We dread the dog that turns in play,
All snapping, fierce and quick;
We shun the steed whose temper shows
In strong and savage kick.

But how much more we find to blame,
When passion wildly swells
In hearts where kindness has been taught,
And brains where reason dwells!

The hand of peace is frank and warm
And soft as a ring-dove's wing;
And he who quells an angry thought
Is greater than a king.

Shame to the lips that ever seek
To stir up jarring strife,
When gentleness would shed so much
Of Christian joy through life!

Ever remember in thy youth,
That he who firmly tries
To conquer an to rule himself,
Is noble, brave and wise.

Eliza Cook

The Little Girl That Beat Her Sister

Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
Your little sister dear;
I must not have such things as this,
Nor noisy quarrels here.

What! little children scold and fight,
That ought to be so mild:
Oh! Mary, 'tis a shocking sight
To see an angry child.

I can't imagine, for my part,
The reason of your folly,
As if she did you any hurt
By playing with your dolly.

See, see the little tears that run
So quickly from her eye:
Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
'Twill do no good to cry.

Go, Mary, wipe her tears away
And make it up with kisses:
And never turn a pretty play
To such a pet as this is.

Home Peace

"Whatever brawls disturb the street
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
Quarrels should never come."

Dr. Watts

Little Dick Snappy

Little Dick Snappy
Was always unhappy
Because he did nothing but fret;
And when he once cried,
'Twas in vain that you tried
To make him his troubles forget.

His mother once brought him
A drum, which she bought him
Hard by at a neighbouring fair,
And gave such another
To Edward his brother,
And left them their pleasures to share.

Little Edward began,
Like a nice little man,
To play with his little new drum;
But Dick, with a pout,
Only turned his about
In his hands, and looked sulky and glum.

"What's the matter, dear Dick?
You look sad; are you sick?
Come, march like a soldier with me:
The enemy comes
Let us beat on our drums,
And mamma will out merriment see."

"No! I don't like my new toy,"
Said my ill-humoured boy,
"And yours is the best and most new;
If you'll give me yours,
Then I'll go out of doors;
But if not, I'll kick mine in two."

"Oh no! brother, no--
Pray do not say so
Of a trifle, in anger and haste;
Though they are equally new,
Yet my drum I'll give you,
But I've tied it in knots round my waist."

Then quarrelsome Dick
Gave his brother a kick;
But he did not give him another,
But, saying no more,
Edward walked to the door,
Only giving one look at his brother.

Then, bursting with spite,
With his utmost of might
Master Dick trod his drum on the floor;
The parchment did crack,
When lo; Edward comes back,
And his drum in his hands then he bore.

"The string is untied,
Dearest brother," he cried--
"So now I with pleasure will change;"
But when Dick's drum he found
Lying broke on the ground,
Oh! how did his countenance change.

"I'm really ashamed,"
Dick, sobbing, exclaimed,
"At the difference between you and me;
But continue my friend,
And I'll try to amend,
And a good-tempered fellow to be."

Which Shall It Be, Dear?

If fretting pays you, fret;
And get into a pet,
And slam and bang
The doors with a whang,
And flame and flare,
And say "Don't care."
And slip round sly,
And make the baby cry,
And thus get sent to bed, to sob it out.

But if it does not pay
Why then, my dear, do pray
Just do the other thing,
And toot and sing,
And whistle like a bird.
Letting your voice be heard,
From morn till night,
In echoes bright,
Sending the best of cheer into the home.

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Govern Your Temper

Oh, Govern your temper!
For music, the sweetest,
Was never so sweet--
Nor one-half so divine,
As a heart kept in tune,
Which, the moment thou greetest,
Breathes harmony dearer
Than notes can combine!

Never say it is nature.
And may not be cured;
One tithe of the time,
Which to music we yield
Would render the conquest
Of temper insured,
And bring us more music
Than a song e'er revealed.

Oh, govern your temper!
For roses, the fairest,
Were never so fair,
Nor so rich in perfume,
As the flowers, which e'en thou,
Chilly winter sparest--
The flowers of the heart,
Which unchangingly bloom!

Never think it is nature--
For oh! if it be,
The sooner the spirit
Of nature is shown
That the spirit of heaven
Is higher than she,
The sooner, the longer,
Will love be our own.

Where Do You Live

I knew a man, and his name was Horner,
He used to live at Grumble Corner,--
Grumble Corner, in Cross Patch Town,--
And he never was seen without a frown.
He grumbled at this, he grumbled at that;
He growled at the dog, he growled at the cat;
He grumbled at morning, he grumbled at night,
And to grumble and growl was his chief delight.

He grumbled so much at his wife, that she
Began to grumble as well as he;
And all the children wherever they went
Reflected their parents' discontent.
If the sky was dark and betokened rain,
Then Mr. Horner was sure to complain;
And if there was never a cloud about,
He'd grumble because of threatened drought.

One day, as I loitered along the street,
My old acquaintance I chanced to meet.
Whose face was without the look of care
And the ugly frown it used to wear.
"I may be mistaken, perhaps," I said.
As, after saluting, I turned my head;
"But it is, and it isn't, the Mr. Horner
Who lived so long at Grumble Corner."

I met him next day, and I met him again,
In melting weather, in pouring rain;
When stocks were up and when stocks were down;
But a smile, somehow, had replac'd the frown.
It puzzled me much, and so, one day,
I seized his hand in a friendly way,
And said "Mr. Horner, I'd like to know
What can have happened to change you so."

He laughed a laugh that was good to hear,
For it told of a conscience calm and clear,
And he said, with none of the old-time drawl,
"Why, I've changed my residence, that is all."
"Changed your residence?" "Yes," said Horner,
"It wasn't healthy at Grumble Corner,
And so I've moved: 'twas a change complete;
And you'll find me now at Thanksgiving Street."

And every day, as I move along
The streets, so filled with busy throng,
I watch each face, and can always tell
Where men, and women, and children dwell.
And many a discontented mourner
Is spending his days at Grumble Corner,
Sour and sad, whom I long to entreat
To take a house in Thanksgiving Street.

Temper

Bad temper, go,
You shall never stay with me;
Bad temper, go,
You and I shall never agree.

For I will always be kind, and mild,
And gentle pray to be,
And do to others as I wish
That they should do to me.

Temper bad
With me shall never stay;
Temper bad
Can never be happy and gay.

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A Fine Lady

Did ever you see such wondrous airs!
Oh, oh! my Lady Jane!
Your airs will blow you quite away,
You'll go to Vanity-land to stay,
And ne'er come back again.

Pray, what's the price of your hat my dear?
And what'll you take for your gloves?
And how'll you sell each pink kid shoe?
And your wonderful dressed-up poodle, too?
You're a precious pair of loves.

You're all too fine for us, you know,
With your airs and stately tread,
From your pretty feet to your pretty dress,
And up to your ruffled neck, oh, yes,
And on to your feathered head.

So go your way, my Lady Jane,
Till you come from Vanity-land again.

To A Little Girl Who Liked To Look In The Glass

Why is my silly girl so vain,
Looking in the glass again?
For the meekest flower of spring
Is a gayer little thing.

Is your merry eye so blue
As the violet, wet with dew?
Yet it loves the best to hide
By the hedge's shady side.

Is your bosom half so fair
As the modest lilies are?
Yet their little bells are hung
Bright and shady leaves among.

When your cheek the brightest glows,
Is it redder than the rose?
But its sweetest buds are seen
Almost hid with moss and green.

Little flowers that open gay,
Peeping forth at break of day,
In the garden, hedge, or plain,
Have more reason to be vain.

The Ragged Girl's Sunday

"Oh, dear Mamma, that little girl
Forgets this is the day
When children should be clean and neat,
And read and learn and pray!

Her face is dirty and her frock,
Holes in her stockings, see;
Her hair is such a fright, oh, dear!
How wicked she must be!

She's playing in the kennel dirt
With ragged girls and boys;
But I would not on Sunday touch
My clean and pretty toys.

I go to church, and sit so still,
I in the garden walk,
Or take my stool beside the fire,
And hear nice Sunday talk.

I read my bible, learn my hymns,
My catechism say;
That wicked little girl does not--
She only cares to play."

"Ah! hush that boasting tone, my love,
Repress self-glorying pride;
You can do nothing of yourself--
Friends all your actions guide."

Criminal Pride

Hark the rustle of a dress
Stiff with lavish costliness!
Here comes on whose cheek would flush
But to have her garment brush
'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin
Wove the weary 'broidery in,
Bending backward from her toil,
Lest her tears the silk might soil,
And in midnight's chill and murk,
Stitched her life into the work.
Little doth the wearer heed
Of the heart-break in the brede;
A hyena by her side
Skulks, down-looking--it is Pride.

J. R. Lowell

Foolish Fanny

Oh! Fanny was so vain a lass,
If she came near a looking-glass,
She'd stop right there for many a minute
To see how pretty she looked in it.

She'd stand and prink, and fix her hair
Around her forehead with great care;
And take some time to tie a bow
That must, to please her, lie just so.

Her mother's bonnet she'd put on,
And all her richest dresses don,
And up and down the room parade,
And much enjoy her promenade.

She always liked to wear the best
She had, and being so much dress'd
Could not enjoy the romps with those
Who wore much less expensive clothes.

Each day she grew so fond of dress
It gave her great unhappiness
If every day, and all the while,
She wasn't in the latest style.

If asked to turn the jumping-rope
Her pretty parasol she'd ope,
Lest she should freckle in the sun:
And that was her idea of fun!

She didn't dare to take the cat
Or poodle-dog from off the mat,
Lest they should catch their little toes
In laces, frills, or furbelows.

The very things that gave her joy,
Her peace and comfort would destroy,
For oft an ugly nail would tear
The costly dress she chose to wear.

The foolish girl turned up her nose
At those who dressed in plainer clothes,
And lived in quiet style, for she
With wealthy people chose to be

She never was the least inclined
With knowledge to enrich her mind;
And all the mental food she ate
Was served upon a fashion-plate.

As this was so, you'll see at once
That Fan grew up a silly dunce:
An there was nothing to admire
About her, but her fine attire.

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Pride

Come, come, Mr. Peacock,
You must not be so proud,
Although you can boast such a train,
For there's many a bird
Far more highly endowed,
And not half so conceited and vain.

Let me tell you, gay bird,
That a suit of fine clothes
Is a sorry distinction at most,
And seldom much valued
Excepting by those
Who only such graces can boast.

The nightingale certainly
Wears a plain coat,
But she cheers and delights with her song;
While you, though so vain,
Cannot utter a note
To please by the use of your tongue.

The hawk cannot boast
Of a plumage so gay,
But more piercing and clear is her eye;
And while you are strutting
About all the day,
She gallantly soars in the sky.

The dove may be clad
In a plainer attire,
But she is not so selfish and cold;
And her love and affection
More pleasure inspire
Than all your fine purple and gold.

So, you see, Mr. Peacock,
You must not be proud,
Although you can boast such a train,
For many a bird
Is more highly endowed,
And not half so conceited and vain.

Sinful Pride

How proud we are, how fond to shew
Our clothes, and call them rich and new,
When the poor sheep and silkworm wore
That very clothing long before!

The tulip and butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I;
Let me be dress'd as fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me.

Dr. Watts

Finery

In a frock richly trimm'd
With a beautiful lace,
And hair nicely dress'd
Hanging over her face,
Thus deck'd, Harriet went
To the house of a friend,
With a large little party
The ev'ning to spend.

"Ah! how they will all
Be delighted, I guess,
And stare with surprise
At my elegant dress!"
Thus said the vain girl,
And her little heart beat,
Impatient the happy
Young party to meet.

But, alas! they were all
To intent on their fun,
To observe the gay clothes
This fine lady had on;
And thus all her trouble
Quite lost its design,
For they saw she was proud,
But forgot she was fine.

'Twas Lucy, tho' only
In simple white clad,
(Nor trimmings, nor laces,
Nor jewels she had,)
Whose cheerful good nature
Delighted them more,
Than all the fine garments
That Harriet wore.

'Tis better to have
A sweet smile on one's face,
Than to wear a rich frock
With an elegant lace,
For the good-natur'd girl
Is lov'd best in the main,
If her dress is but decent,
Tho' ever so plain.

T I

A Fop

A little cane,
A high-crowned hat,
A fixed impression,
Rather flat.

A pointed shoe,
A scanty coat,
A stand-up collar
Round his throat

A gorgeous necktie
Spreading wide,
A small moustache--
Nine on a side.

Arms at right angles,
Curved with ease,
A stilted walk
And shaky knees.

A languid drawl,
The "English" swing,
An air of knowing
Everything.

A vacant stare,
Extremely rude,
And there you have
The perfect dude.

Pride

Hark the rustle of a dress
Stiff with lavish costliness!
Here comes on whose cheek would flush
But to have her garment brush
'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin
Wove the weary 'broidery in,
Bending backward from her toil,
Lest her tears the silk might soil,
And in midnight's chill and murk,
Stitched her life into the work.
Shaping from her bitter thought,
Heart's-ease and forget-me-not,
Satirizing her despair
With the emblems woven there,
Little doth the wearer heed
Of the heart-break in the blede;
A hyena by her side
Skulks, down-looking--it is Pride.

J. R. Lowell

Vain Lizzie

It surely is not good to see,
Lizzie so full of vanity,
So fond of dress and show.
For when a fine new frock she wears,
She gives herself most silly airs,
Wherever she may go.

She thinks herself a charming girl;
But when folks see her twist and twirl,
They stop in every street,
They smile, or fairly laugh outright,
And say: "She's really quite a sight,
Was ever such conceit?"

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Greedy Ned

Mamma gave our Nelly an apple,
So round, and big, and red;
It seemed, beside dainty wee Nelly,
To be almost as large as her head.

Beside her young Neddie was standing--
And Neddie loves apples, too,
"Ah! Nelly!" said Neddie, "give brother
A bite of your apple--ah! do!"

Dear Nelly held out the big apple;
Ned opened his mouth very wide--
So wide, that the startled red apple
Could almost have gone inside!

And oh! what a bite he gave it!
The apple looked small, I declare,
When Ned gave it back to his sister,
Leaving that big bite there.

Poor Nelly looked frightened a moment,
Then a thought made her face grow bright;
"Here, Ned, you can take the apple--
_I'd rather have the bite!_"

Eva L. Carson, In "St. Nicholas"

The Biggest Piece Of Pie

Once, when I was a little boy,
I sat me down to cry,
Because my little brother had
The biggest piece of pie.

They said I was a naughty boy,
But I have since seen men
Behave themselves as foolishly
As I behaved then.

For we are often thankless for
Rich blessings when we sigh,
To think some lucky neighbour has
A "bigger piece" of pie.

The Greedy, Impatient Girl

"Oh! I am so hungry,
I'm sure I can't wait,
For my apple-pudding to cool,
So, Mary, be quick now
And bring me a plate,
For waiting for dinner
I always did hate,
Tho' forced oft to do it at school.

"But at home, when mamma
Is not in the way,
I surely will do as I choose;
And I do not care for
What you please to say--
The pudding won't burn me--
No longer I'll stay.
What business have you to refuse?"

And now a large slice
Of the pudding she got,
And, fearful she should have no more,
She cramm'd her mouth full
Of the apple so hot,
Which had but a minute
Come out of the pot,
But quickly her triumph was o'er.

Her mouth and her tongue
Were so dreadfully sore,
And suffer'd such terrible pain,
Her pride and her consequence
Soon were all o'er,
And she said, now unable
To eat any more,
"Oh! I never will do so again!"

And thus, by not minding
What she had been told,
Young Ellinor lost all her treat;
Too greedy to wait
Till the pudding was cold,
By being impatient,
Conceited, and bold,
Not a mouthful at last could she eat.

C. Horwood.

A Story Of An Apple

Little Tommy, and Peter, and Archie, and Bob
Were walking, one day, when they found
An apple: 'twas mellow, and rosy, and red,
And lying alone on the ground.

Said Tommy: "I'll have it." Said peter: "'Tis mine."
Said Archie: "I've got it; so there!"
Said Bobby: "Now, let us divide it in four parts
And each of us boys have a share."

"No, no!" shouted Tommy, "I'll have it myself."
Said Peter: "I want it, I say."
Said Archie: "I've got it, and I'll have it all,
I won't give a morsel away."

Then Tommy he snatched it, and Peter he fought,
('Tis sad and distressing to tell!)
And Archie held on with his might and his main,
Till out from his fingers it fell.

Away from the quarrelsome urchins it flew
And then, down a green little hill
That apple it roll'd, and it roll'd, and it roll'd
As if it would never be still.

A lazy old brindle was nipping the grass,
And switching her tail at the flies,
When all of a sudden the apple rolled down
And stopped just in front of her eyes.

She gave but a bite and a swallow or two--
That apple was seen nevermore!
"I wish," whimpered Archie, and Peter, and Tom,
"We'd kept it and cut it in four."

Sydney Dyer

Greedy Richard

"I think I want some pies this morning"
Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's.

And there he cast his greedy eyes
Round on the jellies and the pies,
So to select, with anxious care,
The very nicest that was there.

At last the point was thus decided:
As his opinion was divided
'Twixt pie and jelly, he was loth
Either to leave, so took them both.

Now Richard never could be pleas'd
To stop when hunger was appeas'd,
But he'd go on to eat and stuff,
Long after he had had enough.

"I shan't take any more," said Dick,
"Dear me, I feel extremely sick:
I cannot eat this other bit;
I wish I had not tasted it."

Then slowly rising from his seat,
He threw the cheesecake in the street,
And left the tempting pastry-cook's
With very discontented looks.

Jane Taylor

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The Plum Cake

"Oh! I've got a plum cake,
And a rare feast I'll make,
I'll eat, and I'll stuff, and I'll cram;
Morning, noontime, and night,
It shall be my delight;--
What a happy young fellow I am."

Thus said little George,
And, beginning to gorge,
With zeal to his cake he applied;
While fingers and thumbs,
For the sweetmeats and plums,
Were hunting and digging besides.

But, woeful to tell,
A misfortune befell,
Which ruin'd this capital fun!
After eating his fill,
He was taken so ill,
That he trembled for what he had done.

As he grew worse and worse,
The doctor and nurse,
To cure his disorder were sent;
And rightly, you'll think,
He had physic to drink,
Which made him his folly repent.

And while on his bed
He roll'd his hot head,
Impatient with sickness and pain;
He could not but take
This reproof from his cake,
"Don't be such a glutton again!"

Another Plum Cake

"Oh! I've got a plum cake,
And a feast let us make,
Come, school-fellows, come at my call;
I assure you 'tis nice,
And we'll each have a slice,
Here's more than enough for us all."

Thus said little Jack,
As he gave it a smack,
And sharpen'd his knife for the job!
While round him a troop,
Formed a clamorous group,
And hail'd him the king of the mob.

With masterly strength
He cut thro' it at length,
And gave to each playmate a share;
Dick, William, and James,
And many more names,
Partook of his benevolent care.

And when it was done,
And they'd finish'd their fun,
To marbles or hoop they went back,
And each little boy
Felt it always a joy
To do a good turn for good Jack.

In his task and his book,
His best pleasures he took,
And as he thus wisely began,
Since he's been a man grown,
He has constantly shown
That a good boy will make a good man.

Ann Taylor

The Great Glutton

'Twas the voice of the glutton,
I heard him complain:
My waistcoat unbutton,
I'll eat once again.

The Glutton

The voice of the glutton
I heard with disdain--
"I've not eaten this hour,
I must eat again;
Oh! give me a pudding,
A pie, or a tart,
A duck or a fowl,
Which I love from my heart.

"How sweet is the picking
Of capon or chicken!
A turkey and chine
Are most charming and fine;
To eat and to drink
All my pleasure is still,
I care not who wants
So that I have my fill."

Oh! let me not be,
Like a glutton, inclined
In feasting my body
And starving my mind,
With moderate viands
Be thankful, and pray
That the Lord may supply me
With food the next day.

Not always a-craving
With hunger still raving;
But little and sweet
Be the food that I eat.
To learning and wisdom
Oh let me apply.
And leave to the glutton
His pudding and pie.

J. Taylor

Selfish Edith

Selfish Edith, not to give
Her sister one, when she has two!
I wouldn't and I couldn't love
A selfish girl like her, could you?

Hear Bessie ask in plaintive tone,
"Please, Edith, let me play with one!"
While naughty Edith shakes her head:
I fear she'll have but little fun

With toys unshared so selfishly;
But when she tires of lonely play,
Perhaps she'll secretly resolve
To be more kind another day.

Hoggish Henry

Oh! Henry eats like any pig;
He drives his mother mad.
She scolds. He does not care a fig,
It's really very sad.

She says: "Your sister, little dear,
Is always clean and neat;
And though she's younger by a year,
How nicely she can eat."

It's all in vain. He does not care;
He's shocking to behold.
The table-cloth and napkin there
Are smeared in every fold.

Upon the floor, crumbs thickly lie,
As though for chickens laid,
Around his mouth and nose, oh fie!
Is dirt of every shade.

He looks, bedaubed with smear and stain,
Just like some savage wild,
His hands as forks are used, it's plain.
For shame! You dirty child!

Selfishness

Look at the selfish man! see how he locks
Tight in his arms his mortgages and stocks!
While deeds and titles in his hand he grasps,
And gold and silver close around he clasps.
But not content with this, behind he drags
A cart well-laden with ponderous bags;
The orphan's wailings, and the widow's woe
From mercy's fountain cause no tears to flow;
He pours no cordial in the wounds of pain;
Unlocks no prison, and unclasps no chain;
His heart is like the rock where sun nor dew
Can rear one plant or flower of heavenly hue.
No thought of mercy there may have its birth,
For helpless misery or suffering worth;
The end of all his life is paltry pelf,
And all his thoughts are centred on--himself:
The wretch of both worlds; for so mean a sum,
First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.

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Bad Boy having broken a Vase told his Mother that the Dog did it, but when his Mother was going to beat the poor Innocent Dog he felt sorry, and told the truth.

Truthful Dottie; Or The Broken Vase

Nellie and Dottie
Both here mamma say,
"Pray from the drawing-room
Keep away.

Don't take your toys there,
Lest someone should call:
Run out in the garden
With rope, bat and ball."

The garden is lovely,
This bright summer day;
But Nellie and Dottie
Too soon came away.

Into the drawing-room
Dottie comes skipping,
With her new rope
All the furniture flipping:

Down goes the tall vase,
So golden and gay,
Smashed all to pieces,
"What will mamma say?"

Cries Nell with her hands raised,
"Oh Dottie, let's run;
They'll think it was pussy,
Who did it in fun."

Dot answers, through big tears,
"But, Nell, don't you see,
Though nobody watched us,
God knows it was me.

Mamma always says,
That, whatever we do,
The harm's not so great,
If we dare to be true.

So I'll go up and tell her
It caught in my rope;
Perhaps she won't scold much,
At least, so I'll hope."

"That's right!" cries her mother,
Who stands by the door,
"I would rather have ten vases
Were smashed on the floor

Than my children should once break
The bright words of truth,
The dearest possession
Of age or of youth.

The vase can be mended,
And scarce show a crack,
But a falsehood once spoken
Will never come back."

However much grieved for
By young folks or old,
An untruth once uttered,
Forever is told.

The Liar Reclaimed

O! 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say.

But liars we can never trust,
Tho' they should speak the thing that's true,
And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.

The Truth

Why should you fear the truth to tell?
Does falsehood ever do you so well?
Can you be satisfied to know
There's something wrong to hide below
No! let your fault be what it may,
To own it is the happy way.

So long as you your crime conceal,
You cannot light or gladsome feel;
Your heart will ever feel oppressed,
As if a weight were on your breast:
And e'en your mother's eye to meet
Will tinge your face with shame and heat.

False Alarms

Little Mary one day most loudly did call,
"Mamma! oh, mamma, pray come here!
A fall I have had--oh! a very sad fall."
Mamma ran in haste and in fear;
Then Mary jump'd up, and she laugh'd in great glee,
And cried, "Why, how fast you can run!
No harm has befallen, I assure you, to me,
My screaming was only in fun."

Her mother was busy at work the next day,
She heard from without a loud cry,
"The big dog has got me! O help me! Oh! pray!
He tears me--he bites me--I die!"
Mamma, all in terror, quick to the court
And there little Mary she found;
Who, laughing, said, "Madam, pray how do you do!"
And curtsey'd quite down to the ground.

That night little Mary, when long gone to bed,
Shrill cries and loud shriekings were heard;
"I'm on fire, O mamma, come up or I'm dead!"
Mamma she believ'd not a word.
"Sleep, sleep, naughty child," she call'd out from below,
"How often have I been deceived?
You're telling a story, you very well know:
Go to sleep, for you can't be believed."

Yet still the child scream'd--now the house fill'd with smoke.
That fire is above Jane declares.
Alas! Mary's words they soon found were no joke,
When ev'ryone hastened upstairs.
All burnt and all seam'd is her once pretty face,
And how terribly mark'd are her arms,
Her features all scarr'd, leave a lasting disgrace,
For giving Mamma false alarms.

Adelaide Taylor

To A Little Girl That Has Told A Lie

And has my darling told a lie?
Did she forget that God was by?
That God who saw the thing she did,
From whom no action can be hid;
Did she forget that God could see,
And hear, wherever she might be?

He made you eyes and can discern
Whichever way you think to turn;
He made your ears, and He can hear
When you think nobody is near;
In ev'ry place, by night or day,
He watches all you do and say.

You thought, because you were alone,
Your falsehood never could be known,
But liars always are found out,
Whatever ways they wind about;
And always be afraid, my dear,
To tell a lie,--for God can hear!

I wish, my dear, you'd always try
To act as shall not need a lie;
And when you wish a thing to do,
That has been once forbidden to you,
Remember that, and never dare
To disobey--For God is there!

Why should you fear to tell me true?
Confess, and then I'll pardon you:
Tell me you're sorry, and you'll try
To act the better by and bye,
And then whate'er your crime has been,
It won't be half so great a sin.

But cheerful, innocent, and gay,
As passes by the smiling day,
You'll never have to turn aside,
From any one your faults to hide;
Nor heave a sigh, nor have a fear,
That either God or I should hear.

Ann Taylor

The Blind Man reading to the Deaf and Dumb Man after business hours, and their wicked Dog looking out.

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Idle Mary

Oh, Mary, this will never do!
This work is sadly done, my dear,
And such little of it too!
You have not taken pains, I fear.

On no, your work has been forgotten,
Indeed you've hardly thought of that;
I saw you roll your ball of cotton
About the floor to please the cat.

See, here are stitches straggling wide,
And others reaching down so far;
I'm very sure you have not tried
At all to-day to please mamma.

The little girl who will not sew
Should never be allowed to play;
But then I hope, my love, that you
Will take more pains another day.

Lazy Sal

A lazy, lazy, lazy girl!
Her hair forever out of curl,
Her feet unshod, her hands unclean,
Her dress in tatters always seen.

Lounging here and dawdling there,
Lying out 'most anywhere
About the barn-yard. Not a thought
Of studying lessons as she ought;

But happiest when in sunny weather
She and "the other pig" together
Are playing tricks. No wonder, then,
The farmer, jolliest of men,

Is apt to say, when tired out
With seeing her sprawling round about,
"Beats all what ails that lazy gal!
Why, piggy's twice as smart as Sal!"

The Work-bag

To Jane her aunt a work-bag gave,
Of silk with flowers so gay,
That she a place might always have
To put her work away.

And then 'twas furnished quite complete
With cotton, silk and thread,
And needless in a case so neat,
Of all the sizes made.

A little silver thimble, too,
Was there among the rest;
And a large waxen doll, quite new,
That waited to be dress'd.

But Jane was very fond of play,
And loved to toss her ball;
An I am quite ashamed to say,
She scarcely worked at all.

But if at any time she did,
'Twas but a stitch or two;
And though she often has been bid,
But little more would do.

The pretty little bag, indeed,
Was hung upon her chair;
But cotton, needles, silk, and thread
Were scattered here and there.