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William and Mary, George and Anne, Four such children had never a man: They put their father to flight and shame, And call'd their brother a shocking bad name.
As I walk'd by myself, And talked to myself, Myself said unto me, Look to thyself, Take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee.
I answer'd myself, And said to myself In the self-same repartee, Look to thyself, Or not look to thyself, The self-same thing will be.
There was a monkey climb'd up a tree, When he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a crow sat on a stone, When he was gone, then there was none.
There was an old wife did eat an apple, When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.
There was a horse going to the mill, When he went on, he stood not still.
There was a butcher cut his thumb, When it did bleed, then blood did come.
There was a lackey ran a race, When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a cobbler clowting shoon, When they were mended, they were done.
There was a chandler making candle, When he them strip, he did them handle.
There was a navy went into Spain, When it return'd it came again.
Jim and George were two great lords, They fought all in a churn; And when that Jim got George by the nose, Then George began to gern.
Little General Monk Sat upon a trunk, Eating a crust of bread; There fell a hot coal And burnt in his clothes a hole, Now General Monk is dead. Keep always from the fire: If it catch your attire, You too, like Monk, will be dead.
Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight, When nivver a man was slain; They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink An sae com merrily heaam agayn.
SECOND CLASS--LITERAL.
One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea. How good you be, One, two, three. I love coffee, And Billy loves tea.
A, B, C, tumble down D, The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.
F for fig, J for jig, And N for knuckle bones, I for John the waterman, And S for sack of stones.
Great A, little a, Bouncing B! The cat's in the cupboard, And she can't see.
One's none; Two's some; Three's a many; Four's a penny; Five is a little hundred.
A, B, C, and D, Pray, playmates, agree, E, F, and G, Well so it shall be. J, K, and L, In peace we will dwell M, N, and O, To play let us go. P, Q, R, and S, Love may we possess, W, X, and Y, Will not quarrel or die. Z, and amperse-and, Go to school at command.
Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7, Alabone Crackabone 10 and 11, Spin span muskidan; Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, 21.
Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, All begins with an A.
Miss one, two, and three could never agree, While they gossiped round a tea-caddy.
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One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve? Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids a kissing; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a waiting; Nineteen, twenty, My stomach's empty.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! So I will, master, as fast as I can: Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, Put in the oven for Tommy and me.
A was an archer, and shot at a frog, B was a butcher, and had a great dog. C was a captain, all covered with lace, D was a drunkard, and had a red face. E was an esquire, with pride on his brow, F was a farmer, and followed the plough. G was a gamester, who had but ill luck, H was a hunter and hunted a buck. I was an innkeeper, who lov'd to bouse, J was a joiner, and built up a house. K was King William, once governed this land, L was a lady, who had a white hand. M was a miser, and hoarded up gold, N was a nobleman, gallant and bold. O was an oyster wench, and went about town, P was a parson, and wore a black gown. Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip, R was a robber, and wanted a whip. S was a sailor, and spent all he got, T was a tinker, and mended a pot. U was an usurer, a miserable elf, V was a vintner, who drank all himself. W was a watchman, and guarded the door. X was expensive, and so became poor. Y was a youth, that did not love school, Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
A was an apple-pie; B bit it; C cut it; D dealt it; E eat it; F fought for it; G got it; H had it; J joined it; K kept it; L longed for it; M mourned for it; N nodded at it; O opened it; P peeped in it; Q quartered it; R ran for it; S stole it; T took it; V viewed it; W wanted it; X, Y, Z, and amperse-and, All wish'd for a piece in hand.
A for the ape, that we saw at the fair; B for a blockhead, who ne'er shall go there; C for a collyflower, white as a curd; D for a duck, a very good bird; E for an egg, good in pudding or pies; F for a farmer, rich, honest, and wise; G for a gentleman, void of all care; H for the hound, that ran down the hare; I for an Indian, sooty and dark; K for the keeper, that look'd to the park; L for a lark, that soar'd in the air; M for a mole, that ne'er could get there; N for Sir Nobody, ever in fault; O for an otter, that ne'er could be caught; P for a pudding, stuck full of plums; Q was for quartering it, see here he comes; R for a rook, that croak'd in the trees; S for a sailor, that plough'd the deep seas; T for a top, that doth prettily spin; V for a virgin of delicate mien; W for wealth, in gold, silver, and pence; X for old Xenophon, noted for sense; Y for a yew, which for ever is green; Z for the zebra, that belongs to the queen.
THIRD CLASS--TALES.
THE STORY OF CATSKIN.
There once was a gentleman grand, Who lived at his country seat; He wanted an heir to his land, For he'd nothing but daughters yet.
His lady's again in the way, So she said to her husband with joy, "I hope some or other fine day, To present you, my dear, with a boy."
The gentleman answered gruff, "If 't should turn out a maid or a mouse, For of both we have more than enough, She shan't stay to live in my house."
The lady, at this declaration, Almost fainted away with pain; But what was her sad consternation, When a sweet little girl came again.
She sent her away to be nurs'd, Without seeing her gruff papa; And when she was old enough, To a school she was packed away.
Fifteen summers are fled, Now she left good Mrs. Jervis; To see home she was forbid,-- She determined to go and seek service.
Her dresses so grand and so gay, She carefully rolled in a knob; Which she hid in a forest away, And put on a Catskin robe.
She knock'd at a castle gate, And pray'd for charity; They sent her some meat on a plate, And kept her a scullion to be.
My lady look'd long in her face, And prais'd her great beauty; I'm sorry I've no better place, And you must our scullion be.
So Catskin was under the cook, A very sad life she led, For often a ladle she took, And broke poor Catskin's head.
There is now a grand ball to be, When ladies their beauties show; "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me, How much I should like to go!"
"You go with your Catskin robe, You dirty impudent slut! Among the fine ladies and lords, A very fine figure you'd cut."
A basin of water she took, And dash'd in poor Catskin's face; But briskly her ears she shook, And went to her hiding-place.
She washed every stain from her skin, In some crystal waterfall; Then put on a beautiful dress, And hasted away to the ball.
When she entered, the ladies were mute, Overcome by her figure and face; But the lord, her young master, at once Fell in love with her beauty and grace;
He pray'd her his partner to be, She said, "Yes!" with a sweet smiling glance; All night with no other lady But Catskin, our young lord would dance.
"Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?" For now was the sad parting time; But she no other answer would give, Than this distich of mystical rhyme,--
Then she flew from the ball-room, and put On her Catskin robe again; And slipt in unseen by the cook, Who little thought where she had been.
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