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And off he flew
The window through
“Poor comfort this,
For sums amiss,
THE WOODEN DOLL AND THE WAX DOLL.
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair! Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair; And she to love Brunette did constantly incline, Nor less did Brunette love sweet Blanchidine. Brunette in dress was neat, yet always plain; But Blanchidine of finery was vain.
Now Blanchidine a new acquaintance made
friend.” And so for this new friend in silks adorned, Her poor Brunette was slighted, left, and scorned, Of Blanchidine's vast stock of pretty toys, A wooden doll her every thought employs;
Its neck so white, so smooth, its cheeks so red
Mamma now brought her home a doll of wax,
One summer's day, — 'twas in the month of June, -
No more by outside show will I be lured :
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
THE Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
And sang to a small guitar, “O lovely Pussy ! O Pussy, my love!
What a beautiful Pussy you are, –
What a beautiful Pussy you are !”
Pussy said to the Owl, “ You elegant fowl !
How wonderful sweet you sing ! O let us be married, — too long we have tarried,
But what shall we do for a ring ?” They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood, a piggy-wig stood
With a ring in the end of his nose, –
With a ring in the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring ?” Said the piggy, “I will.” So they took it away, and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined upon mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
ONE ugly trick has often spoiled
The sweetest and the best ;
One ugly trick possessed,
To peep at what was in it;
And by mistake she laid
Too near the little maid ;
Forthwith she placed upon her nose
The glasses large and wide ; And looking round, as I suppose,
The snuff-box too she spied : “Oh! what a pretty box is that; I'll open it,” said little Matt. “I know that grandmamma would say,
Don't meddle with it, dear';
And no one else is near :
To move the stubborn lid,
The mighty mischief did; For all at once, ah! woful case, The snuff came puffing in her face. Poor eyes, and nose, and mouth beside
A dismal sight presented ; In vain, as bitterly she cried,
Her folly she repented. In vain she ran about for ease; She could do nothing now but sneeze. She dash'd the spectacles away,
To wipe her tingling eyes, And as in twenty bits they lay,
Her grandmamma she spies.