Chapter I: Introduction

Since little ones are _geese_ no more,
But _knowing_ have become,
It ill beseems that "Mother Goose"
Should dwell in every home.
So "Mother Truth" in "Melodies"
For Babes, here lifts her voice,
Assured that parents, children, all,
Will welcome and rejoice.

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NOTE.

Let no one suppose that the Author of these "Melodies" considers them poetry. They are simply rhymes, the jingle of which may be music in the children's ears, and the illustrations a delight to eager eyes. The Truths presented, even if not fully understood at first, will leave their impress, and in so far as they fill the little minds, will keep out falsehood and false ideas.

The putting of facts in such form as to attract the attention of the little ones, and be readily fixed in their memory, was first suggested to the writer of these rhymes by a valued friend, the well known philanthropist, MRS. ELIZABETH THOMPSON, and her interest in the "Melodies" is such that she has generously assisted in procuring illustrations for the same.

Thus "Mother Truth's Melodies" are introduced with the hope that this effort to entertain children with rhyming reason will meet with the approval of every lover of the young, and of Truth.

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Poetry is the language of the imagination, while "facts are stubborn things," and, in the mass, refuse utterly to be poetized. Yet, even facts may be presented pleasingly and melodiously, and in such way that they will be easily impressed upon the minds of children. This the author of "Mother Truth's Melodies" sought to do, when the little book was first given to the public.

Now, however, in the revising and enlarging of the book, she has given wider play to the imagination, has enlarged the range of subjects, has embodied lessons for children of older growth, and feels that altogether, it will meet more fully the demands which its already large sales warrant her in believing to exist.

She can ask no more favorable reception than was first met; but, hoping for a continuance of the same, she trusts that as it becomes more widely distributed, its truths and teachings will be impressed upon household after household, till throughout the land, the little ones, and larger, too, shall be influenced thereby.

MRS. E. P. M.

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CONTENTS

WHY FLY AWAY, MOTHER GOOSE, 13

TOSS THE BABY, 14

PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE, 15

HEY, MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN, 16

WINKUM, WINKUM, 17

BABY'S BELL, 18

WILLY-NILLY, 19

BABY'S RECORD, 20

SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY, 22

NEVER TELL A FIB, 23

HUMPTY-DUMPTY, 24

HUSH-A-BYE, 26

DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, 30

BYE-BABY-BUNTING, 31

TO BED WITH THE CHICKENS, 32

DIVE ME SUDAR, 33

TAUSE I'M TROSS, 34

THE NEW BOOK 36

WHISKUM, WHISKUM, 37

THE JACK-HORSE, 38

HI-DIDDLE DIDDLE, 39

THE RAIN, 40

FEED THE BIRDIES, 41

ROCK-A-BYE, 42

THE SNOWBALL, 49

LITTLE BO-PEEP, 50

THE TEA PARTY, 51

TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER, 52

LITTLE JACK HORNER, 54

LITTLE BOY BLUE, 55

MISS VELVET PAWS, 56

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POLLY HOPKINS, 57

A, B, C, 58

C-A-T SPELLS CAT, 64

THE KITTEN, 67

DOLLY DIMPLE, 70

IF YOU PLEASE, 75

THE POOR LITTLE CHICK-A-DEES, 76

HEIGH-HO, DAISIES AND BUTTERCUPS, 80

THE PONY, 81

BABY'S RECKONING, 86

TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES, 88

BABY PEARL, 90

MY VALENTINE, 91

FEE-FI-FO-FUM, 92

THE OXEN, 100

THE BROKEN PITCHER, 104

THE ELEPHANTS, 105

THE WIND, THE FOG,
THE RAIN, THE SNOW, 106

TRUTH, 110

HI DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE, 112

WHAT IS THE AXIS, 116

HEAT AND COLD, 119

HARLEY'S DREAM, 120

OUR LANGUAGE KEY, 123

THE SPEECH FAMILY, 124

NUMBER AND GENDER, 126

ONE LITTLE CHICKEN, 127

LETTERS, 128

WORDS, 129

A SMILE, 131

TWINKLE, TWINKLE, 132

OLD SOL IN A JINGLE, 134

"ROBERT OF LINCOLN," 137

LIMPY-DIMPY-DINGLE, 138

CASTLE WONDERFUL, 140

THE RATTLE OF THE BONES 148

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WHOLLY HOLE-Y, 153

THE BREATH O' LIFE, 156

THREE LITTLE GIRLS, 157

TEMPERANCE CHILD, 158

LISTEN, CHILDREN, 159

TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, 160

CURIOUS TREES; THE COW TREE,
THE SUGAR-PINE, THE BUTTER-TREE,
THE BREAD-FRUIT TREE,
THE CLOVE-TREE, 161

THE TREE VILLAGE, 166

NO EYES, 168

THE MAMMOTH CAVE, 170

THE CAMELS, 172

KEY NOTES, 177

THE BEARS, 178

THE BEAR, A BLESSING, 181

FRUITS, 183

THE RACCOON, 184

THE BANK SWALLOWS, 190

THE MOCKING BIRD, 194

THE BUSY BEES, 196

HONEY-SWEET, 205

WHAT THEY SAY, 208

BRITAIN'S RULERS, 215

OUR LAND, 218

SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC, 220

GRAPHO, 223

THE STOP FAMILY, 226

LITTLE MISCHIEF, 229

GRANDMA'S CANARY, 233

BABY'S FAITH, 236

THE MEADOW QUAILS, 238

THE LITTLE HOUSEWIFE, 240

MOTHER-LOVE, 242

IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS! 244

AN OLD SAW, 247

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THE DANDELION BLOSSOM, 248

SUNSHINE, 250

OUR ETHEL, 250

LITTLE GIRL'S LETTER TO GOD, 254

GRANDMA'S LESSONS, 258

MY LITTLE FOUR YEAR OLD, 260

HANDSOME DICK, 261

BESSIE'S KISSES, 266

THE DINNER POT, 267

NANNY'S PLAY, 268

NANNY'S LESSON, 272

NANNY'S RIDE, 276

THE RACE, 283

OUR KENNETH, 284

MY TEN YEAR'S OLD, 287

DARE TO SAY NO, 288

ASK MOTHER; TELL MOTHER, 291

DON'T TELL A LIE, 292

LITTLE MOSES, 294

THE CHILDREN'S RAILROAD, 298

THE PHOEBE'S NEST IN
THE OLD WELL WHEEL, 304

MABEL'S SNOW-FEATHERS 306

FOREST TREES, 310

CHILDHOOD FANCIES, 312

LIZZIE AND THE ANGELS, 317

CHILD MEMORIES, 324

NELLY AND NED, 326

THE CLAMBERERS, 329

THE NEW WHITE JATTET, 330

REMEMBER THE POOR, 331

THE LITTLE STREET SWEEPER, 332

THE HERE, THERE AND
EVERYWHERE FAMILY, 338

QUIRKS, 345

SOMEBODY'S BOY, 346

THE LADDIE-AND LASSIE BIRDS, 348

THE GREAT WATCH FULL I, 352

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MOTHER TRUTH'S MELODIES.

_WHY FLY AWAY, MOTHER GOOSE?_

"MOTHER GOOSE, Mother Goose,
Why fly away?"
"Because Mother Truth is
A-coming to-day.
She'll tell you funny things,
But they'll be true;
She'll bring you pictures
So charming and new;
She'll sing you Melodies, helping to show
How, to true women and men, you may grow."

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_TOSS THE BABY_.

Toss the baby high in air;
Catch him though, with special care
Lest his little back be strained,
Lest his little joints be sprained,
Lest his bones be bent or broken;

Lest through life he bear some token
Of a careless toss or fall,
That for sympathy shall call,
And that must forever be
Painful to our memory.

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_PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE_.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Mamma's boy,
Laughing and crowing,
And jumping with joy;
Roll it, and pick it and mark it with B,
And toss in the oven for Baby and me.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Papa's girl,
Springing in baby-glee,
Shaking her curl;
Roll it and pick it and mark it with G,
And toss in the oven for Girly and me.

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_HEY, MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN_.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
Hey, my kitten, my deary;
If Mamma should feed him too often,
He never could be so cheery.
Here we go up, up, up.
And here we go down, down, down-y.
If we never feed baby too much,
He never will give us a frown-y.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
Hey, my kitten, my deary;
We'll put him to bed with the birdies,
And that will make him so cheery!
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, down-y;
If we give him nothing but smiles,
He will give us never a frown-y.

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_WINKUM, WINKUM_.

Winkum, winkum, shut your eye,
Sweet, my baby, lullaby;
For the dew is falling soft,
Lights are flickering up aloft,
And the head-light's peeping over
Yonder hill-top capped with clover;
Chickens long have gone to rest,
Birds lie snug within their nest,
And my birdie soon will be
Sleeping with the chick-a-dee,
For with only half a try,
Winkum, winkum, shuts her eye.

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_BABY'S BELL_.

Jingle! jingle! baby's bell;
What a tale its tongue might tell.
Could it speak it sure would say,
"When the baby's tired with play,
And is getting cross, don't try
To jingle bells, but hush-a-bye;
All so still, now crooning low,
Lull-a-bye, bye-o, bye-o,--
Quiet down his quaking nerves,
Soothe him as his state deserves;--
Passing hand from head to feet,
Sl-o-w-l-y, softly, loving, sweet,
As to smooth the feathers down,
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See, he sleeps, and in his dream
Yours may hand of angel seem,
Raveling out the tangled ills,
Knitting up with restful thrills."

_WILLY-NILLY_.

Willy-Nilly, birdy sings,
For he's running over
With the music that he flings
To his sweet bird-lover;--
Willy-nilly, baby laughs,
Gay and glad and gleeful;
Brimming over high with health,
She is always playful.

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_BABY'S RECORD_.

New-born baby, soft and pink,
Of the two worlds on the brink.

One month old,--eat and sleep;
Precious little human heap.

Two months old,--tear and smile;
Fists in mouth and eyes the while.

Three months old,--"goo-a-goo,"
Windows wide where soul looks through.

Four months old,--finds his toes,
Tries to fix them on his nose.

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Five months old,--first wee pearl;
All the household in a whirl.

Six months old,--sits alone;
Wishes swaddling clothes were gone.

Seven months old,--creep and crawl,
Wonder-eyed, a charm to all.

Eight months old,--confiscate
Pussy's tail and papa's pate.

Nine months old,--roguish eyes
Deepening daily; wilful, wise.

Ten months old,--witching ways
Wind us in; the baby pays!

Eleven months old,--finger-tip
Guides the elfin on his trip.

Year old,--lots of mischief done;
Walking, talking, just for fun.

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_SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY_.

Sleep now, my sweetey,
Dear one, and pretty!
Weary with playing,
Weary with straying,
Stop little thinkers,
Shut little winkers;
Sleep, little sweetey,
Precious and pretty.

Sleep now, my sweetey,
Dear One, and pretty!
Stop little thinkers,
Shut little winkers,
Angels a-watching
Sleep-doors unlatching;
Slip in, my sweetey,
Precious and pretty!

Sleeping, my sweetey,
Dear one, and pretty!
Stopped, little thinkers,
Shut, little winkers,
Angels a-watching,
Sleep-doors are latching;
Slipped in, my sweetey,
Precious and pretty!

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_NEVER TELL A FIB_.

If mamma says she'll punish,
She must do it, or she tells
A fib, as Sister Annie
Told "a story" 'bout the bells;
And if mamma tells a fib,
Then surely children will,
And what a fearful thing,
Our home with fibs to fill!

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_HUMPTY--DUMPTY_.

Humpty-Dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
Baby is crying, why doesn't he stop?
What does he cry for? his clothing is tight;
No wonder such things make baby a fright.

Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
Baby was crying, but now he will stop;
What did he cry for? his clothing was wet;
No wonder such things should make babies fret.

Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
Baby is crying, oh, when will he stop?
What does he cry for? his feet are a-cold;
No wonder such things should make baby scold.

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Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
Baby is crying, but soon he will stop;
What does he cry for? he had too much food;
No baby in this way can ever be good.

Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
Baby is laughing and scarcely will stop;
What does he laugh for? Oh, when he feels well,
He always is happy,--'tis thus we can tell.

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_HUSH-A-BYE_.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
On Grandmother's lap;
Hush-a-bye, baby,
And take a nice nap;
Hush-a-bye, baby,
What is it you say?
Your "teeth are a-coming,"
You're "ten months to-day;"
Well, babies must cry,
And Grandmothers must try
To comfort and hush them, but never forget
The little gums ache,
And little nerves quake,
Till little lips quiver, and babies must fret.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
We'll cool his hot gums,
Hush-a-bye, baby,
With tiny ice-crumbs;
Hush-a-bye, baby,
We'll rub hard and long
With icy-cold finger,--
See him list to my song!

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Ah, babies are sweet
If their wants we but meet,
So why should we blame them when fretful and cross?
Let us find what is wrong,
And remove it ere long,
And we'll see that time thus spent is never a loss.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
What more can we do
Hush-a-bye, baby,
That will comfort you?
Hush-a-bye, baby,
We'll lay you down flat,
On your stomach, dear baby,
On Grandmother's lap.

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Nor trot you a mite,
No matter how slight,
But, sure that your clothing is all dry and neat,
We'll loosen each band,
And with soft and warm hand,
Gently rub you all over from head to your feet.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
We will not forget,
Hush-a-bye, baby,
That hands may be wet,
Hush-a-bye, baby,
And soothe you sometimes,
When dry hands won't do it,
Hush, list to my rhymes!

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And now we'll not nurse
Till the nursing's a curse;
Nor dose you, nor drug you, nor feed with sweet-meats;
Nor to soothe, will we try,
With old "Dame Winslow" by,
For our hopes for the babies, she ever defeats.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
We'll quiet his nerves,
Hush-a-bye, baby,
The truth it deserves--
Hush-a-bye, baby--
Even here to be known:
We will _quiet his nerves_
By _just calming our own!_
And our baby will feel
The sweet hush o'er him steal,
That brings with it soothing and comfort and rest;
And to slumber so soft,
His spirit we'll waft,
And then lay him away in his own baby nest.

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_DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH_.

Dear Mamma, I've been laughing
For Uncle Ben and Pa,
And then for sister Lizzie
I talked "ar-g o-o" and "gar;"
And then a "little story"
For Dick and Cousin Jane,--
And now you, Mamma, want me
To laugh and talk again.

I'd like to do it,
Mamma, but if I even try,
I am so weary with it,
I'm sure I'd only cry!
Don't let them try, dear Mamma,
to make me laugh and crow,
I'll do it when I'm able,
for babies always do.

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_BYE-BABY-BUNTING_.

BYE-BABY-BUNTING,
The Indians live by hunting,
And bring home many a beaver-skin
To wrap the little pappoose in.
And mother-squaw the baby'll tie
Fast on a board, and swinging high,
Will hang it up among the trees
To rock-a-bye with every breeze;
But our dear baby, snug and warm,
Shall rock-a-bye on mother's arm.

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_TO BED WITH THE CHICKENS_.

Oh, put me in my bed, Mamma,
When chickens go to rest,
For I'm your little chick-a-dee,
So put me in my nest.

Yes, when the birds forget to sing,
And lambs forget to play,
You'll put your birdy in his nest,
Your lamb you'll fold away.

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_DIVE ME SUDAR_.

Papa, when you dive me tandy,
Dive me only white,--
'Tause there's poison in the tolored,
Which my health will blight;
But you better dive me sudar,
Let the tandy be,--
'Tause I shall not want so much,
And that is best for me.

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_'TAUSE I'M TROSS_

Mamma, 'tause I'm tross don't whip me;
I tan't help it, not a bit!
'Tis the tandy hurts my stomat,
And that mates me whine and fret.
Sometimes, too, I'm whipped for trossness
When the trossness tomes from meat; {35}
Thint how tiders drowl and drumble,
And then dive me food to eat
That will mate me well and happy,--
Wheat and oat-meal, rice and truit,
These will mate me dood and gentle,
'Stead of mating me a brute.

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THE NEW BOOK.

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO,
A picture-book for you,--
Keep it nice, and in a trice
Sing Cock-a-doodle-doo.

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WHISKUM, WHISKUM.

Whiskum, whiskum, over the house,
Scud the cloudlets, still as a mouse;
Whiskum, whiskum, by-and-by
They'll pour rain-drops from the sky.

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_THE JACK-HORSE_.

We will ride our Jack-horse
All the meadows across;
Oh no, do not whip him,
But feed him, my dear!
A handful of grass
In his mouth as we pass,
Will make him trot gaily,
And give us good cheer!

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_HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE_.

HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE
Mother duck's in the middle,
Her baby-ducks swimming around;
With bills like a ladle,
And feet like a paddle,
No danger that they will be drowned

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_THE RAIN_.

Come, rain, come,
That the water may run,
That the meadow grass may grow;
That the fruit and grain
O'er hill and plain,
May greet us as we go.

Come, rain, come,
That the water may run,
That the mill may make our meal;--
'Twill grind our wheat,
And corn so sweet,
When it turns the old mill-wheel.

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_FEED THE BIRDIES_.

Feed the birdies, darling,
When the snow is here,
When there are no berries
On the bushes, dear;--
Scatter food out for them,
And they'll quickly come,
Hopping, singing, chirping
"Thank you for the crumb."

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_ROCK-A-BYE_.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Don't tremble with fear,
For that tends to make
His slight illness severe.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill.
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby.
Don't coax him to nurse,
For urging to eat
Only makes matters worse.

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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
No company 'round,
Not even the dear ones,
To make a loud sound.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Don't rattle the papers
Nor whisper around,
Little nerves cut such capers.

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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Whatever is wrong,
Attend to his bowels,
Neglected too long,

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
If he is too hot,
Undress him and bathe him;
But, ah! he is not.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
There is cough with unrest,
So we'll wring out hot flannels,
And cover his chest,

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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill;
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
He's perspiring, to pour!
We will keep up this treatment
A full hour more.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Now dry him off neat,
And wrap him up warm,
And to-morrow, repeat.

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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
'Tis not in his chest?
Then place the hot flannels
Where he feels the unrest.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
He is moaning with pain,
And rolling his head,
And we pet him in vain.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill;
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We will wring out from ice,
Linen cloths for his head,
All so cooling and nice.

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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill;
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;
Rock-a-bye, baby,
If cold don't relieve,
Use hot and then cold,
And then hot, you perceive.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill;
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll see that his feet
Are kept warm all the time,
And his clothes dry and neat.

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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling was ill
Rock-a-bye, baby,
But now he is well;
Rock-a-bye, baby,
No drugs, not a dose!
Yet he's over it finely,
Just hear how he crows

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_THE SNOWBALL_.

Have ever you seen how a wee bit of snow,
To a big bouncing ball, just by rolling, will grow?
'Tis thus our wee sins, children, let to roll on,
Will grow big, bigger, biggest, till Satan has won.

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_LITTLE BO-PEEP_.

Co' Nan, co' Nan, says little Bo-peep,
Co' Nan, co' Nan, up come the sheep;
They jump the ditch and scale the wall,
Where one sheep goes, they follow, all.

Co' dea', co' dea', says little Bo-peep,
Co' dea', co' dea', I'll shear my sheep;
Their wool so fine will make my coat,
My blankets and my hose to boot.

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_THE TEA-PARTY_.

Ah! little ones, I'm sure there's not
A drop of tea in your weeny pot.
For water bright and milk so pure,
Alone will bring you health, be sure;
And health is beauty, health is cheer,
Health is happiness so dear.

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_TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER_.

"Tell it again, Mother,
Tell it again,"--
No matter what story she told
We children, would cry,
In the days gone by.
Before our years were old.

"Tell it again, Mother,
Tell it again,"--
No matter how weary and worn.
For we children knew naught
Of the care we brought,
Before our sense was born.

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"Tell it again, Mother,
Tell it again,"--
And she, patient, and kind, and wise,
The tale would repeat,
Or the song so sweet,
And 'twas ever a glad surprise.

"Tell it again, Mother,
Tell it again,"--
Ah! you children, when children no more,
Will go back to the days
Of sweet babyhood lays,
And Mother's sage sayings con o'er.

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_LITTLE JACK HORNER_.

LITTLE JACK HORNER
Sat in the corner,
Eating a morsel of nice brown bread;
"Have some pie, or some cake?"
"Nay, not I," with a shake
And a toss of his wise little head.
"For this bread will make bone,
And white teeth like a stone,
That will neither grow soft nor decay;
But rich cake and rich pie
Sure will break, bye and bye,
My good health, and that never will pay."

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_LITTLE BOY BLUE_.

"Little Boy Blue, may I go with you now?"
"Yes, down to the pasture to drive up the cow."

"Little boy blue, what then may I have?"
A nice cup of milk as ever cow gave.

"Little boy blue, the milk must be set;"
"Yes, for 'tis thus the nice cream we shall get."

"Little boy blue, what will we do then?"
"We'll skim it and dash it, with 'churn, butter, churn.'"

"Little boy blue, what else can we make?"
"O, cheese, tempting cheese, and the dainty cheese cake."

"Little boy blue, is there anything more?"
"O, yes, puddings, custards and dainties, a store."

"Little boy blue, shall we eat of all these?"
"Simple food is far better for us, if you please."

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_MISS VELVET-PAWS_.

Little Miss Velvet-paws,
Raveling out her yarn,
Catches mice, in a trice,
In everybody's barn.

Look out for velvet paws,
Do not trust them far,
For velvet paws cover claws
That will leave a scar.

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_POLLY HOPKINS_.

Now little Polly Hopkins
Must surely know great A,
And B, and C, and D, and E,
F, G, H, I, J, K;
And L, and M, and N, and O,
And P, and Q, R, S,
And T, U, V, and W, X,
And Y, & Z, I guess.

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_A, B, C_.

A Stands for Alligator,

B Stands for Ball,

C Stands for Cat in a cream-pot,

D Stands for Doll.

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E Stands for East, or Ellen.

F Stands for Fay,

G Stands for Goat, a
Pen in,

H Stands for Hay,

I Stands for Indigestion,

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J Stands for Jar,

K Stands for King, or Keepsake,

L Stands for La,

M Stands for Man, or Thousand,

N Stands for Nail,

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O Stands for Oaken bucket,

P Stands for Pail,

Q Stands for Queen, or Question.

R Stands for Rose,

S Stands for Christmas Stocking,

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T Stands for Toes,

U Stands for Urn, or Ulster,

V Stands for Vane,

W Stands for West, or Winter.

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X Stands for Ten.

Y Stands for Yoke,
(with Oxen).

Z Stands for Zero.

& when you've learned your LETTERS,
You'll be a Hero.

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C-A-T spells CAT,
That brought the kittens here;

D-O-G spells DOG,
That does, the puppies, rear.

C-O-W, Cow,
The mother of the calf;

O-X spells the Ox,
That's bigger, yes, by half.

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B-O-Y spells BOY,
That's little brother Lou;

G-I-R-L, GIRL,
And that is sister Sue.

B-I-R-D, BIRD,
Just hear canary sing;

G-O-L-D, GOLD,
That makes a handsome ring

B-O-O-K, BOOK,
In which we learn to read;

C-O-O-K, COOK,
Supplies the food we need.

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S-E-E-D, SEED,
From which we raise the plant;

S-I-N-G, SING,
Just hear the children chant.

B-A, BA, B-Y, BY,
And that spells BABY, love;

L-A, LA, D-Y, DY,
And that spells LADY, dove.

M-A, MA, R-Y, RY,
And that spells MARY, child,

E-D, ED, D-Y, DY,
That's EDDY, sweet and mild.

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_THE KITTEN_.

ONE, two, (1, 2,)
Here's a kitten for you;

THREE, four, (3, 4,)
She will open the door,

FIVE, six, (5, 6,)
And your cream she will mix,--

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SEVEN, eight, (7, 8,)
If you are too late,

NINE, ten, (9, 10,)
To cover the pan;

ELEVEN, twelve, (11, 12,)
And then you must delve,--

THIRTEEN, fourteen, (13, 14,)
To cover her sporting;

FIFTEEN, Sixteen, (15, 16,)
But while you are fixing,---

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SEVENTEEN, eighteen, (17, 18,)
Remember I'm waiting,

NINETEEN, twenty, (19, 20,)
For butter a plenty.

* * * * *

To those who serve you, children, all,
Be gentle and polite,--
For thus are gentle-women known,
Or gentle-men, at sight.

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_DOLLY DIMPLE_.

DOLLY DIMPLE, just for fun,
Stands to show us she is ONE.

Dolly and her sister Sue
Show that ONE and ONE make Two.

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Dolly, Sue, and Nanny Lee,
Show that ONE with TWO make THREE.

Doll, Sue, Nan, and little Noah,
Show that ONE with THREE make FOUR

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Doll, Sue, Nan, Noah, and Ben Brive
Show that ONE with FOUR make FIVE.

Now all these with Jenny Hicks
Show that ONE with FIVE make SIX.

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One more, Ned, a baby, even,
Shows that ONE with SIX make SEVEN.

With these girls and boys, put Kate,
And the ONE with SEVEN make EIGHT.

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All these eight, with Adaline
Show that ONE with EIGHT make NINE.

Now with these put Dick, and then
You'll see that ONE with NINE make TEN.

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_IF YOU PLEASE_.

I hope my children never will
Say, "Give me" this or that,--
But, "If you please," I'd like a bun,
Or, "Thank you" for a pat.

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_THE POOR LITTLE CHICK-A-DEES_.

TEN little chick-a-dees clinging to a vine,--
A speckled snake charmed _one_, then there were but NINE.

NINE little chick-a-dees,--one without a mate,--
A Sparrow-hawk caught _one_, then there were but EIGHT.

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EIGHT little chick-a dees, by a 'possum driven,--
He caught _one_ and slaughtered it, then there were but SEVEN.

SEVEN little chick-a-dees hopping round the ricks,--
A Weasel came and captured _one_, then there were but six.

SIX little chick-a-dees watching Rover dive,--
He sprang ashore and seized _one_, then there were but FIVE.

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FIVE little chick-a-dees pecking at the door,
Kitty-cat caught _one_, then there were but FOUR.

FOUR little chick-a-dees full of birdy glee,
_One_ was tangled in a net, then there were but THREE.

THREE little chick-a-dees dabbling in the dew,
A stone fell and crushed _one_, then there were but TWO.

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TWO little chick-a-dees peeping just for fun,
A hungry Kite caught _one_, then there was but ONE.

ONE little chick-a-dee, mourning all alone,
Flew away to find a mate, and then there was NONE,

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_HEIGH-HO, DAISIES AND BUTTER-CUPS_.

HEIGH-HO, daisies and butter-cups
Grow in the meadows for children to gather;
But cattle will shun them,
And farmers will burn them,
Because in their fields they are only a bother.

Heigh-ho, red-top and clover-bloom,
Filling the air with their sweetness and beauty,
Will yield without measure,
Their wealth of rich treasure,
Rewarding the farmer for doing his duty.

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_THE PONY_.

Once 2 is 2,
Here's a pony for you;

Two 2s are 4,
But be careful the more,--

THREE 2s are 6,
For perhaps pony kicks;

FOUR 2s are 8,
And if so we must wait,

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FIVE 2s are 10,
Till he's trained by the men;--

Six 2s are 12,
Before trusting ourselves,

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SEVEN 2s are 14,
To ride him out sporting;

EIGHT 2s are 16,
But we can be fixing

NINE 2s are 18,
His food while we're waiting;

TEN 2s are 20,
Oh, yes, give him plenty,--

ELEVEN 2s are 22,
For then he will be gentle to--

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TWELVE 2s are 24,
Us who feed and pet him more.

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_BABY'S RECKONING_.

One little head, Ah! but what does it hold?
No matter,--it's worth its whole weight in pure gold.

Two big brown eyes, soft with Heaven's own dew;
No diamonds so precious, so sparkling, so true.

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Three cunning dimples, one deep in her chin,
And one in each cheek--Ah! they're just twin and twin.

Four little fingers to clutch mamma's hair,
But sweeter than honeycomb, even when there.

Five, we may call it, with little Tom Thumb,
And that fist in her mouth is as sweet as a plum.

Six wonderful pearls her bright coral lips hide,
And the Kohinoor's nothing these pure pearls beside.

Seven brown wavelets are ever in motion,
And silken floss to them is naught, to our notion.

Eight little giggles run over with glee--
And more if you call them, so merry is she.

Nine songs, (they're Greek tho' to all but mamma),
Make us think she is destined, an Opera Star.

Ten toddling steps, but to us full of grace,
For our babe in our hearts ever holds the first place.

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_TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES_.

Two little pink shoes standing by the head
Of our Nanny sleeping in the trundle-bed;

On the little table, waiting for the morn,
Two little pink shoes, our Nanny to adorn.

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Two little bright eyes, peeping open wide,
Spied the little table, and the pink shoes spied.

Two little fat hands climbing up to catch;
Two little fat feet following to match.

Two little fat arms hug them to her breast;
Two little fat legs run to show the rest.

Never more a treasure can our Nancy choose,
That will give such pleasure as these two pink shoes.

* * * * *

In your work or your play,
When you read, talk, or write,
Sit always, my child,
With your back to the light,

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_BABY PEARL_.

Now listen while I tell you, child,
That I am quite a grown-up girl,
For I can read, and spell my name,
While you,--why, you're just Baby Pearl.

I help mamma to "house-keep," too,
Although she says I make a whirl!
But I can wipe the forks and spoons,
While you, Ah, you're just Baby Pearl.

And then I dress myself, you see,
And comb my hair when not in curl,
And I can make my dolly's clothes,
While you, you're only Baby Pearl.

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Tis true, mamma says I must be
"A very pattern little girl,"
Just all for you, and I shall try
Because, because, you're Baby Pearl.

* * * * *

_MY VALENTINE_.

Dearest little lover mine,
Sweetest, pertest valentine;
"Desht I'm two years old," he says,--
Blessings on his pretty ways,--
"'Tan't I be your valentine?"
Yes forever, lover mine,
Shalt thou be my valentine.

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_FEE-FI-FO-FUM_.

FEE-FI-FO-FUM,
From the Spruce-tree comes the gum;
From the Pine the turpentine,
Tar and pitch,
And timber which
Is very choice and fine.

Fee-fi-fo-fum,
How from Spruce-tree comes the gum?
Soft enough;--the sticky stuff,
From seam and cleft,
Both right and left,
Flows out, and hardens, rough.

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Fay-fi-fo-fee,
Nut-galls grow on the Oak-tree;
By tiny worms the nut-gall forms,
Like little ball;
And from Nut-gall
The Gallic Acid comes.

Fee-fi-fo-fade,
From Nut-galls, too, the Tannin's made;
While Acorns grow in group or row;--
And Live-oak long,
Makes ship-knees, strong,
That round the world may go.

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Fee-fi-fo-fap,
We tap the Maples, and the sap
We find as sweet as sugar-beet,
Then boiling hard,
Our sure reward,
The maple-sugar treat.

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Fay-fi-fo-fee,
See the graceful White-Birch tree,
With bark so light, so tough and tight
That Indians wrought
Canoes we're taught,
And paddled out of sight.

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Fee-fi-fo-fap,
Hark and hear the Hemlock snap;--
Little spine so full of wind,
Heated, hops,
And jumping, pops,
And makes the bright eyes shine.

Fee-fi-fo-fur,
See the curious chestnut-burr;
Green and round, then turning brown.
Frost opens wide
Each prickly side,
And out the chestnuts bound.

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Fee-fi-fo-fay,
Now the farmer makes his hay;
Grasses grow, which workmen mow,--
Toss every-wise,
Till sunshine dries,
Then into stacks, they stow.

Fay-fee-fi-fo,
See the farmer wield his hoe,
Lettuce, greens, then corn and beans,
With pumpkin-vines
Along the lines,
Where many a weed o'er-leans.

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Fee-fi-fo-fog,
See the wriggling pollywog,*--
With funny tail; but without fail
This pollywog
Will grow a frog,
And lose his wiggle-tail.

[Footnote: Pollywog--Common name for poll wig, or tadpole.]

Fee-fi-fo-faint,
Colors, seven, the Rainbow paint;
Violet bright is first in sight--
Then indigo,
Blue, green, yellow,
Orange and Red,--the seven, WHITE.

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Fay-fee-fi-fo,
Now you ask, "What makes Rainbow?"
It is the sun, my darling one,
Shines through the rain,
O'er hill and plain,
But see, the beauty's flown.

Fay-fi-fo-fear,
Don't you understand it, dear?
Raindrops fall, Sun shines through all,
Reflects beyond,
This beauteous wand
Which we the Rainbow call.

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_THE OXEN_.

The oxen are such clever beasts,
They'll drag the plough all day;
They're very strong and tug along
Great loads of wood or hay.

They feed on grass, when green or dry;
Their flesh is beef, for food;
Their lungs are "lights," their stomach, "tripe,"
Their skin for leather's good.

Their hair men use in mortar, too,
Lime, water, sand and hair,
They nicely mix and smoothly fix,
For plastering, so fair.

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For making soap their bones are used;
Their horns for combs we group;
Their feet are boiled for "neat's-foot-oil,"
Their tails for ox-tail soup.

Their heart-case forms a money-bag;
Their tallow, candles, white;
Their intestine, gold-beater's skin,
With which gold-leaf we smite.

Thus every part is useful made;
The same is true of cows,--
Except their ilk gives luscious milk
Instead of dragging ploughs.

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Oxen and cows are "cattle" called;
They go in "herds," when wild;
But when they're tame, by other name,--
A "drove," _en masse_, they're styled.

Their little ones are "calves,"--and cows'
Rich milk produces cream,
Which butter makes, and nice cheese-cakes,
With curd, whey, and caseine.

And now 'tis funny, but 'tis true,
Some children young and mazy,
Have thought their eyes were used some-wise,
To make the ox-eyed daisy!

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This cannot be, yet creatures' bones
Placed round trees, plants and bowers,
Will serve to feed just what they need,
To grow fine fruits and flowers.

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_THE BROKEN PITCHER_.

"Sweet, my love, I'm sorry
That you did not tell,
When you broke the pitcher
Coming from the well."

"Oh, I thought you'd whip me,
Just as Betty did;
Then when she would ask me,
I would tell a fib."

"Sweet, my child, I never
Punish any one
For an accidental
Thing that may be done.

"Tell me always, darling,
Everything you do;
This will help to make you
Thoughtful, brave and true."

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_THE ELEPHANTS_.

THE ivory for our combs,
From elephants' tusks is made;
The handles, too for many a knife,
And for paper-knives the blade.

The elephant knows a friend,--
And well remembers, too,
A kindly act, but ne'er forgets
The teasing of a foe.

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_THE WIND_.

"What is the wind, Mamma?"
"Tis air in motion, child;"
"Why can I never see the wind
That blows so fierce and wild?"

"Because the Gases, dear,
Of which the air is made,
Are quite transparent, that is, we
See through, but see no shade."

"And what are Gases, Ma?"
"Fluids, which, if we squeeze
In space too small, will burst with force;"--
"And what are _fluids_, please?"

"Fluids are what will flow,
And gases are so light
That when we give them room enough,
They rush with eager flight."

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"What gases, dear Mamma,
Make up the air or wind?"
"'Tis Oxygen and Nitrogen
That chiefly there we find;
And when the air is full
Of Oxygen we're gay,
But when there is not quite enough,
We're dull, or faint away."

_THE FOG_.

"What is the fog, Mamma?"
"Sometimes the air is light
And cannot bear up all the mists,
And then 'tis foggy, quite;

But when air heavier grows,
The fog is borne above,
And floated off, the cloudy stuff,--
Just see it, graceful, move."

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THE RAIN.

"What makes the rain, Mamma?"
"The mists and vapors rise
From land and stream and rolling sea,
Up toward the distant skies;
And there they form the clouds,
Which, when they're watery, dear,
Pour all the water down to earth,
And rain afar or near."

_THE SNOW_.

"What makes the Snow, Mamma?"
"When very cold above,
The mists are frozen high in air,
And fall as snow, my love."

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"And Hail?" "Tis formed the same;
Cold streams of air have come
And frozen all the water-drops,
And thus the hail-stones form.

"Now do not question more,
Dear child, but run and play,
I'll tell you of the Water, Fire,
And Light, another day."
"Oh yes, and dear Mamma,
Of Thunder, Lightning, too,
For I shall want to know it all,
So tell me, Mamma, do."

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_TRUTH_.

Do not let "Mother Truth" find a falsehood all over,--
Amongst all her children, no, never a lie;
Stand for Truth, ye wee babies, for Truth, ye who're older,
For Truth while you live, and for Truth till you die.

All ye myriads of children this little book talks to,
Form now in each household a band for the Truth,
Do not let even a "white lie," and still less a "whopper,"
Find a place in your hearts, nor your heads, nor your mouth.

You know God is Truth;--and as you are His children,
You want to be like Him as near as you can;
Speak the Truth, live the Truth, be the Truth with Him,
And Heaven will have come, as Christ taught in his plan.

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_HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE_.

HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE,
Pop-diddle-dee,
This Earth of ours, on which we live,
Is round as it can be.
Pray, then, what is a
Mountain, valley, hill?
They are but like little warts,
And pores, on orange-peel.

Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
Pop-diddle-dee,--
Our Earth is swinging in the air,
As you can plainly see;-- {113}
Pray, then, what keeps it
Hanging up in space?
The Sun, my child, attracts the Earth
And holds it in its place.

Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
Pop-diddle-dee,
A lovely Moon is shining for
This Earth of ours, you see,--
Held in its cradle
Ever since its birth,
Because our globe attracted it,
As the Sun attracts the Earth.

Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
Pop-diddle-dee,
What I mean by globe, child,
You're wondering now, I see. {114}
A globe or a ball, dear,
Is what is round and true,
And that is why I'm calling it,
This Earth, a globe, to you.

Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
Pop-diddle-dee,
Instead of globe I might have said
A _sphere_ for you and me;
For all the same, in truth,
Are sphere and globe and ball,
And _hemi_'s half so half this Earth,
A _hemisphere_, we call.

Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
Pop-diddle-dee,
'T was once supposed the Earth stood still,
While Sun went round it, free;--
But now we've learned it well,
That 't is the Earth doth turn
Upon its Axis, as it's called;
And also round the Sun.

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Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
Pop-diddle-dee,
Our Earth in turning round,
How long may she be?
She turns on her axis
In a day, and a night,
But to go around the Sun
Takes a year for the flight.

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_WHAT IS THE AXIS?_

Now you ask, "What is the Axis?"
With an apple I will show;
Place your thumb upon the stem-place,
And your finger at the blow;--
Now we'll just suppose the apple
Has a stem that passes through,
And this stem would be the Axis;
Now we'll whirl the apple, true,

Holding fast 'twixt thumb and finger,--
That's the way the Earth goes round
On its Axis, as we call it,
Though no real stem is found. {117}
And the two ends of the Axis
Have been called the Poles, my dear;
Yes, the North Pole and the South Pole,
Where 'tis very cold and drear.

Now we'll hold a bigger apple
At a distance, for the Sun;
Tip the smaller one a little,
And then slowly wheel it round
All around the larger apple,
And it represents the Earth
Circling round the Sun that holds it,
Ceaseless, in its yearly path.

Wondrous is the strong attraction
Of the Sun which holds in place
All the Planets in their turnings,
All the Stars that see his face;
But more wondrous far the power
That created Sun and us,
And that gave a form and being,
To this mighty Universe.

"The Universe!" now you exclaim:
"By the Universe, what do you mean?" {118}
'Tis the Sun and the Planets, and every thing known,
That we call by this Universe name.

Now the "Planets," you ask,
"What are Planets?" They're globes,
Some larger, some smaller than Earth,--
Which are swinging in space,
And are all held in place,
By the God-power that first gave them birth.

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_HEAT AND COLD_.

Our earth has a _North Pole_,
Where 'tis very cold;
It also has a _South Pole_,
That's just the same, we're told.
But half-way between,
And all the way around,
We call it the _Equator_,
And heat doth there abound.
For there the sun shines always,
Though it goes north or south
Some twenty-three degrees or more,
And sometimes causes drouth.
The sun goes north, we call it.
But 'tis the earth instead,
That tips, and makes it seem the sun
Comes higher overhead.
And when the sun is northward
'Tis summer here, you see;
And when it's to the southward
'Tis there in same degree.

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_HARLEY'S DREAM_.

I know a little brown-eyed boy,
His name is Harley Hart;
And with a naughty boy or girl,
Our Harley has no part.

He cons his lessons o'er and o'er,
And once he fell asleep,
With finger marking A, B, C,
As 'twere the place to keep.

And then he dreamed a funny dream--
The page jumps up to dance,
The letters laugh, and by and by,
Like imps they leap and prance.

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Now Harley oft had wondered whence
The letters first had come;
And I'm afraid he sometimes wished
They all had staid at home,

Instead of teasing him with quirks,
And bothering him with names
That seemed to help him hardly more
In learning words than games.

One little imp squeaked: "I am _A;_
You could not be a man
Without me." Then another cried:
"I am E" and quickly ran,

Exclaiming: "And without us both
You could not have a h_e_ad."
Another says: "You'd have no l_i_mbs
If _I_ were lost or dead."

Then _O_, "You'd have no n_o_se nor t_o_es,
If it were not for me;"
"And what is more, were I not here,"
Says _U_, "yo_u_ could not be."

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And thus they each and all lay claim
To parcel and to part
Of what he was, or what should do
With hand, or head, or heart.

They hung a ladder 'gainst the tree,
And clambered up and down;
They played a thousand pranks as wild
As any gipsey clown.

They whispered that they came from Rome,
And that, if rightly placed,
They'd serve our Harley with a feast
A king would joy to taste.

So when he woke and knew they were
The little mystic keys
That open Learning's gates so wide,
He loved his A, B, C's.

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_OUR LANGUAGE KEY_.

A E I O U Y

We are small, and we are few,
But we're wondrous mighty, too,--
For no word can language wear,
Save in it we hold a share.
One of us in May is met,--
One is caught in every net;
One is in the clambering vine,
One, in Moon, must ever shine;
One's in you,--and all so shy,
The last is hiding in your eye.

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THE SPEECH FAMILY.

The name of everything we know,
as _slate_, or _book_, or _toy_,
Is called a _Noun_.
All names are nouns; remember this, my boy.

A word that means to be,
to act, or to be acted on,
Is called a _Verb_; as _is_,
or _eat_, or _sing_; or he _is gone_.

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A word that tells the color, form, or quality of things,
Is called an _Adjective_; as, _bright_, or _round_, or _softest_ wings.

A word that tells how things are done, as _quickly_, _bravely_, _well_.
Is called an _Adverb_; and I'm sure you many more can tell.

A word that's used in place of nouns, a _Pronoun_ we may call;
As, _I_ for mother; _you_, for James; _this_, _that_, for hoop or ball

A _Preposition's_ placed before a noun, and serves to show
Relation to some other word; as, Rover's _in_ the snow.

And then _Conjunctions_ join two words or sentences together;
As, man _and_ boy, or birds will fly _and_ winds blow o'er the heather.

Then _Interjections_, _Oh!_ and _Ah! Behold!_ and many another,
Express surprise, delight; dismay, far more than every other.

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And these the _Parts of Speech_ we call; _Eight_ parts as you may tell;
And all the language you will know, when these you've studied well.

_NUMBER AND GENDER._

A NOUN or name that means but one,
Is called in the _singular number_;
But when it stands for more than one,
'Tis _plural_, child, remember.

* * * * *

A NOUN that is the name of males,
As ox, or horse, or father,
Is _masculine_ in _gender_, dear;
While cow, and mare, and mother,
And all the names of females, child,
Are _feminine_, 'tis true;
Now tell me all the names you know,
And tell their gender, too.
But you will find there's many a noun
Not male, nor female either,
As chair, and book; and such we call
In _neuter gender_--neither.

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ONE LITTLE CHICKEN.

ONE little chicken, two little chickens, three little chickens, dear;
Don't you see we add _s_, when more than one is here?
And this we do with almost all the nouns that may appear.

One little birdy, two little birdies, three little birdies soar;
The _y_ is changed to _i-e-s_ for birdies two or more;
And this, when a word shall end in _y_ with a _consonant_ before.

One little donkey, two little donkeys, three little donkeys bray.
But here the _y_ remains unchanged, and _s_ is called in play;
And this, when a word shall end in _y_, where a _vowel_ leads the way.

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_LETTERS._

A, E, I, O, U,
The _vowels_ we may call;
W, Y, are vowels too,
Whene'er they chance to fall
To the end of syllable or word.
And this we well may know
That all the rest are _consonants_;
Just nineteen in a row.

K, P, and T are called the _mutes_,
Because they interrupt
All voice or sound; while B and D
Can only intercept;
Hence these are partial mutes, my child;
And H is _aspirate_;
And _th_, too, in _th_ink and _th_rone,
But vocal in _this, that._

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Then lip-letters, or _labials_,
And _dentals_, or tooth letters,
With _palatals_ and _sibilants_
Seem wondrously like fetters.
But, ah! instead of prisoning,
They open wide the way
That leads to Learning's loftiest heights;
Press on, and win the day.

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WORDS.

TELL me the name of something, dear;
As book, or ball, or kite;
Now tell some quality of each,
As big, or round, or light.
And now some word that means _to be_
Yes, _is_, my child, you're right.

The ink is black, The snow is white,
The ice is hard--is cold:
The sky is blue, The air is light,
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And thus let names of everything
Afar or near be told;
And Qualities of each and all
Let memory infold.

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NOW give one name, and tell me all
Its qualities as well;
As, coal is black, and coal is hard,
And coal's inflammable.

And now, you children should be taught
That we need not repeat
The name, with every word that tells
Its qualities complete.

Coal's black, hard, and inflammable,
We say; but all so fast,
A comma follows after each,
With _and_ before the last.

And now use iron, chalk, and clay,
Use water, snow, and ice,
Use thread and needle, pin and pen,
Use every word that's nice.--

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ANOTHER lesson now attend--
We'll find some quality
Embraced by several different things,
As you will plainly see.

Snow is cold, ice is cold,
Salt is cold as well;
Snow, ice, and salt are cold, my child,
As every one can tell.

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A SMILE.

"SHE smiled on me, she smiled on me!"
In ecstacy exclaimed
A little waif in tattered gown,
With form so halt and maimed.
Remember, even a smile may cheer,
A cup of water, bless;
A kindly word, sow seeds of joy,
Whose fruit is happiness.

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_TWINKLE, TWINKLE._

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Up above the world so far,
Whisper now and tell me, pray,
What you are, and how you stay."

"Some of us away so far,
Planets like your own Earth, are;
And we shine with borrowed light,
Borrowed from the Sun, so bright.

"Some of us are silvery moons,
Shining all the nightly noons;
Some of us are jelly, soft,
Shooting, falling, from aloft.

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Some of us are Nebulae,--
Faint and misty stars we be;--
Some are Suns to other worlds;
Here and there a Comet whirls.

"Having each our time and place,
Swinging in the wondrous space;
Held in line by Him who planned,
And who holds you in His hand."

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OLD SOL IN A JINGLE.

Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And planets around him so grand,
Are swinging in space,
Held forever in place,
In the Zodiac girdle or band.

Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And Mercury's next to the Sun
While Venus, so bright,
Seen at morning or night,
Comes _Second_, to join in the fun.

Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And _Third_ in the group is our Earth;
While Mars with his fire,
So warlike and dire,
Swings around to be counted the _Fourth_.

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Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
While Jupiter's next after Mars,--
And his four moons at night
Show the speed of the light;
Next golden-ringed Saturn appears,

Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
After Saturn comes Uranus far;--
And his antics so queer,
Led Astronomers near
To old Neptune, who drives the last car.

[Footnote: Other planets are as yet too little known to claim place.]

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"_ROBERT OF LINCOLN_."

"Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, reed-bird, butter-bird,
All through the country his jingle is gaily heard;
Reveling in rice-fields he sweeps through the South,
While wheat, corn, and barley-fields welcome him North,
And Bobby is wild with his singing and chatter,
So saucily calling with rattle and clatter,
Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Tom-denny, Tom-denny,
Come-now-and-pay-me-that-two-shillings-one-penny,
No,-I'll-not-wait-for-a-day-nor-a-minute,
So-pay-me-up-quick-or-you'll-get-your-foot-in-it;--
Chink-a-chee, chink-a-chee, chink-a-chee, chin-it,
Yes,-pay-me-up-quick,-or-you'll-get-your-foot-in-it."

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_LIMPY-DIMPY-DINGLE_.

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid would stray
To the trap that had been set for weasels, many a day,

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid walked in,
And the trap its teeth shut up, on chicky-biddy's shin.

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid is brought,
And her leg, so sore and big, we bathe with water hot.

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, here's a broken bone,
All so rough,--but close enough we bring the ends, right soon.

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Limpy-dimpy-dingle, strips of paste-board cut,
We will place with care and grace, from thigh to trembling foot

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, softest cotton, too,
Just within the paste-board thin, to fit around so true.

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, now with tape or band,
Neatly wind, and closely bind, with deft and skillful hand.

Limpy-dimpy-dingle, nature'll do the rest,
And soon will knit the bone to fit, as good as very best.

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_CASTLE WONDERFUL_.

I know a castle, curious,
Of lovely form and make;
That we may view the castle through,
A hasty peep we'll take.

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The framework of my castle proud,
Is neither wood nor stone,
But earthy matter mixed with lime
And hardened into bone.

This frame, of oddments is composed,--
In mind, the number fix,--
Of long and short and thick and thin,
Two hundred just, and six.

And these are fastened each to each,
By hinges, like, or joints,
Which, with an oil so soft and pure,
The Builder wise, anoints.

For garnishing this goodly frame,
Quaint cushions, large and small,
Are fitly fashioned, each in place,
And pliant, one and all.

For cushion covers, deftly wrought,
A scarf so beautiful,
So pinkish-white, so loose yet tight,
So warm and yet so cool;

Upon the smoothly rounded roof
Is strewn the finest floss,
A filmy veil, as soft as silk,--
Or is it fairy moss?

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Two windows hath this castle fair,
That shut and open wide,
With cords and pulleys, curtains fringed,
And fixtures fine beside.

These wondrous windows even smile
And speak and fairly dance,
And play at anger, hate, and love,
And mischief, too, perchance.

These windows, too, are marvelous
In that they let the light
Both in and out for him who dwells
Within, the lordly knight.

Two telephones of wondrous make,--
A door, with guards and bell,--
A ventilator, double-bored,
Aye does its duty well.

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And ah! within, this castle grand,
Is fitted to a T,
With everything that's needful there
For serving you or me.

And strange to tell, this castle builds
Itself, if but supplies
Be placed within the open door,
With watchful care and wise.

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It clears itself too of the dust
And ashes strewed within,
If but the alley-ways are free,
And outlets all a-kin.

And stranger still, this castle comes
And goes where'er the will
Of him who holds the rule within
Shall bid, his hest to fill.

And wondrous more than all beside,
This house the temple is,
Of Him the great designer, God,--
And "all the earth is his."

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Now list, and of this castle grand
A further tale we'll tell,
In language plain, so plain that all
May read and heed it well.

The food we eat makes all our blood,
And makes us children grow;
And if we eat improper food
It harms from top to toe.

We all have teeth quite sharp and strong,
With which to chew our food,
And in the mouth are glands and glands--
Yes, quite a numerous brood.

These glands pour out saliva, free,
To moisten what we eat
And then a trap-door at the throat
Performs a wondrous feat

In guiding all the food along
Into the Esophagus,
And thence to stomach through a pass
Called Cardiac Orifice.

And here 'tis mixed with Gastric Juice,
And into chyme is churned
Then through the gateway, Pylorus,
As wiser ones have learned.

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'Tis in the Duodenum now,
Where it is mixed with Bile,
And with the Pancreatic juice,
Which changes it to Chyle.

This Chyle flows on, and all that's fit
For nourishment and growth,
Is taken up by Lacteals,
Or "tubes with many a mouth."

These lead to the Thoracic Duct,
Which holds a spoonful large,
And from this Duct a pipe proceeds
Through which it may discharge.

Into the great Sub-clavian vein,
Which to the Heart doth lead,
Whence it is sent into the Lungs,
And into good blood made.

Then back into the Heart it flows,
The muscles there contract,
And pump it into Arteries,
Which wind to every part.

We'd like to tell about the Bones,
The Ribs and Vertebras,
The Clavicle, or Collar-bone,
Breast-bone, and Scapulae;

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Of hinge, and ball-and-socket joints;
Of muscles, tendons, skin,
Of lungs and veins and arteries,
Of nerves and heart and brain.

But, Ah! we should your patience tire,
Were we the whole to tell,
So, waiting till another time,
We bid you now, farewell.

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_THE RATTLE OF THE BONES_.

How many bones in the human face?
FOURTEEN, when they're all in place.

How many bones in the human head?
EIGHT, my child, as I've often said.

How many bones in the human ear?
THREE in each; and they help to hear.

[Footnote: Standard authorities give three, though latest works say four.]

How many bones in the human spine?
TWENTY-SIX; like a climbing vine.

How many bones of the human chest?
TWENTY-FOUR ribs and TWO of the rest.

How many bones the shoulders, bind?
Two in _each_; one before, one behind.

How many bones in the human arm?
In _each_ arm, ONE; TWO in _each_ fore-arm.

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How many bones in the human wrist?
EIGHT in _each_, if none are missed.

How many bones in the palm of the hand?
FIVE in _each_, with many a band.

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How many bones in the fingers ten?
TWENTY-EIGHT, and by joints they bend.

How many bones in the human hip?
ONE in _each_; like a dish they dip.

How many bones in the human thigh?
ONE in _each_, and deep they lie.

How many bones in the human knees?
ONE in _each_, the knee-pan, please.

How many bones in the leg from knee?
Two in _each_, we can plainly see.

How many bones in the ankle strong?
SEVEN in _each_, but none are long.

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How many bones in the ball of the foot?
FIVE in _each_; as in palms were put.

How many bones in the toes half-a-score?
TWENTY-EIGHT, and there are no more.

And now, all together, these many bones, fix,
And they count in the body TWO HUNDRED and Six.

And then we have, in the human mouth,
Of upper and under, THIRTY-TWO TEETH.

And we now and then have a bone, I should think
That forms on a joint, or to fill up a chink.

A Sesamoid bone, or a Wormian, we call,
And now we may rest, for we've told them all.

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_WHOLLY HOLE-Y_.

SEVEN million little openings,
God has made upon your skin;
Mouths of tiny little sewers
That run everywhere, within.
And along these numerous sewers
All impurities must go,
That are not by other outlets,
Carried off with active flow.

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When these many little openings.
We call PORES, get shut quite close,
Through your frame the poison wanders,
Making you feel dull and cross.
It will make your lungs grow tender,
And they'll soon be sore, and cough;
It will make your stomach feeble,
And your head ache hard enough.

Then your heart can not be joyous,
And your other organs, too,
Will get weak, and be unable
For the work they ought to do;
Quaking nerves will groan and quiver,
Weary bones be racked with pain,
And you'll all the time be saying:
"How can I be well again?"

HEAT and BATHING widely open
All the pores, when discords dire,
Quick flow out in perspiration,
Quenching all the fever-fire.
Raveling out the tangled tissues,
Setting free the life-blood's flow,
Pouring forth the pent-up poisons,
Wakening thus a healthful glow.

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_THE BREATH O' LIFE_.

Our lungs are formed of curious cells,
And tubes to draw in air,--
And if we breathe quite deep and full
And take our needful share,
'Twill keep our blood so red and pure,
Our health so firm and true,
We scarce shall know what suffering means,
But joyous feel, and new.

But if we wear our clothing tight,
The little cells will close,
And then they cannot do their work,
And thus our health we lose;
Or if we breathe the air impure,
'T will give us tainted blood,
While plenty, pure, sun-ripened air
Will make us glad and good.

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_THE GIRLS._

Three little girls with their sun-bonnets on,
Wandered out for a walk in the dew;
And they tip-toed about, full of frolic and fun,
While their aprons around them they drew.

But their little wet feet brought fever and cough,
And their little red lips grew so thin;
And their little round faces were haggard enough,
O, I'm sure they'll not do it again!

Not do it, I mean, without boots that shall guard
Their ankles and feet from the wet;
For the care of the health brings a joyous reward,
The neglect, brings us pain and regret.

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_THE TEMPERANCE CHILD._

Mamma, if you'd have me
Be a temperance child,
You must give me only
Food that's pure and mild.
Highly-seasoned dishes
Make the stomach crave
Stronger things; and often
Lead to drunkard's grave.

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_LISTEN, CHILDREN!_

Listen, children! when your head aches,
Do not eat, but wait a meal;
This will oftentimes relieve you,
Making you right joyous feel.

Listen, children! when your stomach
Rolls and tumbles, wait awhile;
Do not eat, but drink warm water,
And you'll soon be glad and smile.

Listen, children! in hot water
Put your feet when you've "a cold;"
Into bed now, wrapped in blankets,
And you'll soon be well, we're told.

Listen, children! perspiration
Is a saving from much sin:
Wash and rub, and dry well after;
Thus we quell disease within.

Listen, children! when you're hungry
Do not stuff you like a pig,
But eat slowly and chew thorough,
Lest your teeth your grave shall dig.

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_TICK-TOOK, TICK-TOCK_.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Sings the pretty cuckoo clock;
Tick-tack, tick-tack,
Time flies on, but ne'er comes back.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Sings the dainty crystal clock;
Tick-tack, Tick-tack,
Work and wait, and never lack.

Tick-tock, Tick-tock,
Sings the old grandfather's clock,
Tick-tack, tick-tack,
Take and keep, the better track.

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_CURIOUS TREES._

THE COW-TREE.

South America's soil
Yields the towering Cow-tree,
With sweet milk in its cells
For you or for me;
Its sap is the Milk,--
Cut the tree and it flows;
Like leather its leaves,
And its branches like bows.

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THE SUGAR-PINE.

Then, too, my dear children,
The sweet Sugar-pine,
On Pacific's wild coast,
In our own soil we find;
Cut or scoop out the trunk,
And the juices ooze forth,
And harden, for sugar,
Like icicles, North.

* * * * *

THE BUTTER-TREE.

And, funny enough,
There's a Butter-tree, too;
Its seeds, when boiled down,
Will make butter for you.
In India and Africa
The Butter-tree grows,
With coffee and spices,
As every one knows.

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THE BREAD-FRUIT TREE,

And listen, dear children,
In hot countries too,
The Bread-fruit tree grows,
Most delicious for you;
Its great roasted nuts,
Like soft, sweet loaves of bread,
Form most of the food
On which natives are fed.

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And further, its fibres
Of bark, will make cloth;
Its wood, boats and houses;--
Its leaves are not loath
To be used for a towel,
A table-cloth, napkin;
Its juice will make bird-lime,
And tinder, its catkin.

THE CLOVE-TREE.

And, children, one more,
Here's a spicy Clove-tree,
Growing forty feet high,
Ornamental, you see;
The little round drop,
Fixed the four prongs between,
Forms the blossom or flower,
When it's not picked too green.

Now list, while I tell you,
Clove-trees will not grow
Except in hot climates,
Moluccas, or so,

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Where they bloom the year round,
In the sunshine or storm,
With their trunks straight and smooth,
And their pyramid form.

And lastly, dear children,
Clove-trees never flower
Till a half-dozen years
They have grown, maybe more;
Then the buds, picked by hand,
And dried quickly, are best;--
Trees a hundred years old
Often yield with the rest.

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_THE "TREE VILLAGE."_

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In the Solomon Group in the great Southern Sea,
And on Isabel Island alone,
A tree village is found, up the steep, rocky ground,
On the top of a mountain of stone.

So gigantic the trees that it is not with ease
That the houses of natives are built,
For the stems are six score of our feet, maybe more,
And you'd think they must live on a stilt.

By a ladder facade the ascent must be made,
Formed of pliable trees, or a creeper
Resembling the vine, which the natives entwine,--
And the ladder's drawn up by the sleeper;

For these houses are made but to sleep in, 'tis said,
When some enemy threatens;--to guard
'Gainst surprise in the night, they are fortified quite,
With great stones, to be thrown at a pard.

At the foot, of these trees are the day-huts for ease
And for eating and dancing and play,
Yet the huts up so high have a goodly supply
Of the needful for night or for day.

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_NO EYES._

Those Creatures that live in the dark,
And have no use for eyes,
Are made without these organs bright,
Which we so highly prize.

The fish in the Mammoth cave,--
Some species of the Ant,
Have only a trace where eyes should be,
Yet never know the want.

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Who knows but girls and boys,
Kept always in the dark,
Might come to have but little sight,
And finally not a spark.

God meant us to live in the light,
He has poured it all about;
Oh, let us not ourselves destroy,
By shutting His sunshine out.

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_THE MAMMOTH CAVE._

"WHAT is the Mammoth Cave?"
I hear the Children say,
Where fishes have no eyes nor sight,
And where 'tis dark by day?

You all have seen a ledge
Of big rocks piled, or stone?--
Now just suppose a door-way made,
Or entrance to go in.

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And when you're in, a path
Leads on, right under ground,
And by-and-by you come to a place
Like a room with walls around.

'Tis jagged and rough and rude,
'Tis dark and damp as a grave,
But whether 'tis large or small,
'Tis always called a cave.

Now, Mammoth means _monstrous big_,
And the Mammoth cave, we claim
As the largest known in the world,
And that's what gives the name.

And it has many a room,
Quite large and wondrous grand,
And it has springs and streams and lakes,
All dark, you understand.

And here are fishes, too,
Yes, fishes with no eyes,
That have lived in the dark for ages past,
As learned men surmise.

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_THE CAMELS_.

The Camels live in desert lands;
Their feet are made to walk on sands;
They carry burdens far and near,
Where neither grass nor trees appear;

Where there's no rain, no rivers, brooks,
No water anywhere for folks;--
But God has made in Camels' chest
Peculiar sacs, for He knew best

What they must do, and that they'd die,
If He did not their drink supply.
Before they start they drink and drink,
Till every sac is full, I think;--

And at the mouth of every sac,
A muscle strong, but loose and slack,
Will tighten up when it is filled,
So that no drink can e'er be spilled.

And when on journey, last or first,
The camel wants to slake his thirst,
A bag-string loosens, and out-pours
Enough to satisfy for hours.

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The laden camels, in a row,
Are called a Caravan, you know;--
Sometimes a caravan is lost,
Being buried deep in sand and dust.

A storm of wind, a Simoon named,
Will sweep across the desert sand,
When camels, men, and every one
Must throw themselves their knees upon,

And bury faces in the earth,
For thus alone they save their breath;
A fearful thing, but 'tis the best
That they can do,--now hear the rest.

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Sometimes they're buried deep, and find
When they dig out they're almost blind
And cannot tell which way to go,
And thus are lost, a serious woe!

Sometimes, when lost, the drink for men
Gets short; is gone; they thirst, and then
They kill a camel just for lack
Of what he carries in his sac.

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In deserts bare and bleak and drear,
The sun shines hot through all the year,
But many an Oasis is found,
Or spot where grass and trees abound.

And here is drink, and here they rest,
And take their fill of what is best;
Then travel on in thankful mood,
With song and shout! "Allah is good!"

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_KEY-NOTES._