Chapter CCCXLII

1. This pig went to the barn.
2. This eat all the corn.
3. This said he would tell.
4. This said he wasn't well.
5. This went week, week, week, over the door sill.

CCCXLIII.

[The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady
of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my
way.]

Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
With three small children in her hand:
One can brew, the other can bake,
The other can make a pretty round cake.
One can sit in the garden and spin,
Another can make a fine bed for the king;
Pray ma'am will you take one in?