Will hung his head in fear and shame, A great, green, bashful simpleton, With smile suppressed, and birch upraised, Be guilty of an act so rude! Before the whole set school to boot- But when Susannah shook her curls, I couldn't stand it, sir, at all, But up and kissed her on the spot! WILLIAM PITT PALMER. III. FUN FOR LITTLE FOLK. THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL. THERE was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid. Che day she went upstairs, When her parents, unawares, In the kitchen were occupied with meals, And she stood upon her head In her little trundle-bed, And then began hooraying with her heels. Her mother heard the noise, And she thought it was the boys A-playing at a combat in the attic; But when she climbed the stair, And found Jemima there, She took and she did spank her most emphatic. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. FROM "THE ENGLISH STRUWWELPETER.” THE STORY OF CRUEL FREDERICK. HERE is cruel Frederick, see! He caught the flies, poor little things, He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, The trough was full, and faithful Tray At this, good Tray grew very red, So Frederick had to go to bed; And gave him nasty physic too. But good dog Tray is happy now; THE DREADFUL STORY ABOUT HARRIET AND THE MATCHES. IT almost makes me cry to tell What foolish Harriet befel. Mamma and Nurse went out one day And left her all alone at play; Now, on the table close at hand, A box of matches chanced to stand; And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her, That, if she touched them, they should scold her. But Harriet said: "O, what a pity! The pussy-cats heard this, And raise their paws; "Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o, You'll burn to death, if you do so." But Harriet would not take advice, It crackled so, it burned so clear,— She jumped for joy and ran about, The pussy-cats saw this And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!" And stretched their claws And raised their paws: ""T is very, very wrong, you know, Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o, You will be burnt, if you do so." And see! Oh! what a dreadful thing! Then how the pussy-cats did mew; So she was burnt, with all her clothes, Except her little scarlet shoes; And nothing else but these was found And when the good cats sat beside The smoking ashes, how they cried! |