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THE DEADLY NIGHTSHADE. Two lovely little children went, when summer was in prime, Into a garden beautiful, beneath a southern clime; A brother and a sister--twins, and each to each most dear; Nor was the mother of these babes beset with any fear. And brightly shone the summer sun upon that gentle pair, Who pluck'd each gaudy flower that grew in rich profusion there; Or chas'd the idle butterflies, those fair, defenceless things, That round them tantalising danc'd upon their silken wings. With the many flowers they pluck'd a mimic grove they made, But wonder'd when they came again, they had so soon decay'd ; And grieving, each the other ask'd, why all the roses red, Which freshly bloom’d an hour before, now drooping hung their head ? 'Twas in that season of the year when on the blooming earth Each flower and plant, and shrub and tree, to all their fruits gave birth; And ʼmid them all, and most expos’d to catch the passing view, With purple flowers and berries red, the Deadly Nightshade grew! Up rose the little boy and ran upon the bush to gaze, And then his sister followd quick, and both were in amaze, For berries half so beautiful they ne'er before had seen, So forth he rashly stretched his hand among the branches green. “Oh, Edward ! Edward! do not touch-remember mother said, That poisonous fruit in clusters grew, though beautiful and red: And that it had a tempting look, inviting to the eye, But if a single one we eat, that we should surely dic.". “Oh, Charlotte ! Charlotte ! do you think that these can do us harm, Or that such pretty fruit as this need cause us such alarm ? For surely if they poisonous are they bitter then must be, So I will taste a single one, and we shall quickly see !" Then forth he stretched his little hand, and he a berry pluck’d, And to his lips he put the fruit, and in the poison suck'u, And wheu he found the juice was good, he bade his sister eat;“For it is pleasant to the taste, so cooling and so sweet." These children than the berries pull’d, and of them ate their fill, Nor did they ever dream the while that they were doing ill : “ 'Tis not the fruit that mother meant,” exultingly they cried, And merry was their prattling laugh, to see their fingers dyed. But suddenly the sister stoppd-her rosy cheek grew pale : “Oh, brother! brother! hold me up, for something doth me ail :I feel so weak, I cannot stand—the trees are dancing round, Oh, Edward ! Edward ! clasp my hand, and place me on the ground.” He gently laid his sister down, and bitterly did cry, And every means to ease her pain and calm her tears did try; But soon he felt himself turn sick, and feeble, chill, and weak,-And as he totter'd on the grass, he bruis’d his sister's cheek. Exhausted though that infant was, upon his tender breast He placed the little Charlotte's head, that she might softer rest; The hapless creature did but think his sister only slept, And when his eyesight dimmer grew, to her he closer crept. The evening clos'd upon those babes, who slept away their breath, And mourning o'er his cruel task, away went grieving Death; And they who had the sacred trust, these cherubs dear to keep, Beheld them where they quiet lay, but thought they were asleep. When they the hapless sufferers raised from that last fond embrace, A half-form'd smile was seen to dwell upon each paly face; Alas! that such twin roses fair, which morning saw in bloom, Should wither in the sunny land, ere came the twilight gloom.

some meat.” Then Duck-luck said, “Oh! Drake-lake, don't go, for I was going, and I met Cock-lock, and Cock lock met Hen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king.”

So Drake-lake turned back and met Goose- loose. “Well, Goose-loc:c, where are you going?” And Goose-loose said, “ I'm going to the wood f some meat.” Then Drake-lake said, “Oh! Goose-loose, don't go, for I was going, and I met Duck-luck, and Duck-luck met Cock-lock, and Cock-lock met Sen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king."

So Goose-loose turned back, and met Gander-lander. “Well, Ganderlander, where are you going ?” And Gander-lander said, “ I'm going to the wood for some meat.” Then Goose-loose said, “Oh! Gander-lander, don't go, for I was going, and I met Drake lake, and Drake-lake met Duck.luck, and Duck.luck met Cock lock, and Cock-lock met Hen-len, and Ben-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king."

So Gander-lander turned back, and met Turkey-lurkey, “ Well Turkeylurkey, where are you going ?” And Turkey-lurkey said, “ I'm going to the wood for some meat.” Then Gander-lander said, “Oh! Turkey.lurkey, don't go, for I was going and I met Goose-loose, and Goose-loose met Drakelake, and Drake-lake met Duck-luck, and Duck-luck met Cock-lock, and Cock lock met Hen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chickenlicken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king."

So Turkey-lurkey turned back, and walked with Gander-lander, Gooseloose, Drake-lake, Duck-luck, Cock-lock, Hen-len, and Chicken licken. And as they were going along they met Fox-lox. And Fox-lox said, “Where are you going, my pretty maids.9” And they said, “Chicken-licken went to the wood, and the sky fell upon her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king."

And Fox-lox said, “Come along with me, and I will show you the way.” But Fox-lox took them into the Fox's hole, and he and his young ones soon ate up poor Chicken-licken, Hen. len, Cock lock, Duck-luck, Drake-lake, Goose-loose, Gander-lander, and Turkey-lurkey, and they never saw the king to tell him that the sky had fallen!

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THE CAT AND THE MOUSE.

THE cat and the mouse

Played in the malt house. The cat bit the mouse's tail off. “Pray, puss, give me my tail ?" "No," says the cat, “ I'll not give you your tail till you go to the cow and fetch me some milk.”

First she leapt, and then sbe ran,

Till she came to the cow, and thus began :Pray, cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again ?" No,” said the cow, “I will give you no milk till you go to the farmer and get me some hay."

First she leapt, and then she ran,

Till she came to the farmer, and thus began :“Pray, farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again ?" "No," says the farmer, “I'll give you no hay till you go to the butcher and fetch me some nieat."

First she leapt, and then she ran,

Till she came to the butcher, and thus began :"Pray, butcher, give me some meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again ?"

"No," says the butcher, “I'll give you no meat till you go to the baker and fetch me some bread."

First she leapt, and then she ran,

Till she came to the baker, and thus began :“Pray, baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again ?"

“Yes,” says the baker, “I'll give you some bread,

But if you eat my meal I'll cut off your head.” Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow bay, and cow gave mouse mik, and mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.

THE STORY OF CHICKEN-LICKEN. As Chicken-licken went one day to the wood, an acorn fell upon her poor bald pate, and she thought the sky had fallen. So she said she would go and tell the king that the sky had fallen.

So Chicken-licken turned back, and met Hen-len. “Well, Hen-len, where are you going?” And Ben-len said, “I'm going to the wood for some meat." And Chicken-licken said, “Oh! Hen-len, don't go, for I was going, and the sky fell upon my poor bald pate, and I'm going to tell the king."

So Hen-len turned back with Chicken-licken, and met Cock-lock. “Oh! Cock-!ock, where are you going ?" And Cock-lock said, " I'm going to the wood for some meat.” The Hen-len said, “ch! Cock-lock, don't go, for I was going, and I met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king."

So Cock-lock turned back and met Duck-luck. “Well, Duck-luck, where are you going ?” And Duck-luck said, “I'm going to the wood for some meat.” Then Cock-lock said, “Oh! Duck-luck, don't go, for I was going, and I met Hen-len, and Hen-len met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on her poor bald pate, and we are going to tell the king.”

So Duck-luck turned back and met Drake-lake. “Well, Drake-lake, where are you going?' And Drake-lake said, “I'm going to the wood for

My fairest child, I have no song to give you ;

No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray:
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you

For every day.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever,

Do noble things, not dream them, all day long ;' And so make life, death, and that vast forever,

One grand, sweet sovg.

ABON CASSIM'S OLD SLIPPERS.

to be fined, had now ascended from the river to destroy that which

he had prized so much. In his despair he tore a handful of hair ABON Cassim was an old merchant of Bagdad, renowned for bis from his head, exclaiming, “ Accursed that you are; I'll take good avarice. His coffers were filled with gold, but he took care never to

care that you do me no more mischief." He then dug a hole in his take any out. He lived the life of a beggar; he had worn the same garden and buried the slippers in it. clothes time out of mind, if they could be called the same, for they the hole, went and told everybody he met that the miser had found

But an envious, tattling neighbour, who saw Abon Cassim digging had been patched so often that scarcely a bit of the original cloth a treasure in his garden. At length the rumour reached the ears of remained. His turban had lost all shape, and was as full of spots the governor, who summoned Abon Cassim to his presence, and and holes as the sky is full of stars. But as for his slippers, they demanded an account of the treasure he had found, and threatened had been so often patched and pieced that the cobblers laughed out- him with the bastindo if he did not give up one half of it. right whenever the miser took them to be mended, for there was Abon Cassim felt as though he would sink into the earth ; he beat scarcely a place in which it was possible to put awl or nails; their bis breast, invoked the sacred name of the Prophet, and declared extreme ugliness had become a proverb, and when anyone wished to that he had dug up nothing, but only buried his slippers. describe anything particularly old, ugly, heavy, mean, or incon- But his avarice was so well-known that nobody believed his story. venient, he would sum up by saying, " Like Abon Cassim's slippers." The governor was irritated, and said that Abon Cassim was trying to

As this wretched niser had plenty of money he could take advan- fool him. tage of other men's necessities, and profit by them. One day a poor Abon Cassim already felt in imagination the blows on his feet; he merchant, being in want of a sum of money, and anxious to sustain saw at once that it was useless to contend with the power and his credit, was glad to dispose of a quantity of rose-water to the cupidity of the governor, so he consented to pay a very heavy fine, miser for half its real value. Abon Cassim was so overjoyed with promising himself that he would take good care this time to put an the good bargain he had made that he resolved for once to be end to his fatal slippers. extravagant; but he could not make up his mind how he should do At sunset, hiding his slippers under his robe, he went out of the it. First he thought he would give a dinner to his poor relations, city into the suburbs, and when he satisfied himself that no person but when he reckoned up how much it would cost he was frightened was watching his movements, he crept cautiously to the aqueduct, that it would ruin him. Then he thought he would treat himself to and dropped his slippers into it. He then withdrew as cautiously as a cup of Mocha coffee. But what was the good of that? he had he had come, rejoicing in his heart that the slippers would never become so used to chicory that he liked it. As he could not decide trouble him more. For that night he slept in peace. how he should get rid of his money he went and consulted a neigh- Next morning, the good women of Bagdad rose early to draw bour, who, seeing how dirty the old miser was (for he thought soap water, while it was yet cool, from the public fountains. But how an extravagance), advised him to go and take a bath.

great was their astonishment and dismay at perceiving no water flow! As this was about the cheapest luxury he could obtain he approved Instantly the city was in commotion, and, amid the clamour, the of the advice, and followed it, and immediately proceeded to the women's shrill voices rose above all others. The engineers were public bath. While he was taking off his dirty rags one of his rela- immediately summoned, and a complete examination of all the tions, who happened to be at the bath, remonstrated with him on channels of the aqueduct took place to discover what foreign substance his parsimonious ways, and made many remarks upon the ugly it was that choked the pipes, causing the country to be overflowed slippers, which, he told Abon Cassim, were the talk and jest of the with the water that should have supplied the city. The cause, after city, and urged him to get a new pair.

infinite trouble and damage, was discovered to be the too-notorious * I will consider of it,” said Abon Cassim, turning his back upon slippers of the miser Abon Cassim. his relation, quite indignant. He then entered the bath.

Again arrested, imprisoned, heavily fined, and mulcted in damages Determined to get as much as he possibly could for his money for the mischief he had caused, poor Abon Cassim nearly lost his he stayed in the bath a very long time, during which many persons senses. When released from prison, he returned home with a heavy came to bathe and went away. When, at length, he quitied the heart, and, ascending to the terrace on the roof of his house, he water to dress himself he saw a pair of new slippers lying near his placed the obnoxious slippers before him, and thus addressed them, ragged clothes. He at once concluded that his relation bad placed in accents of utter despair:them there as a delicate surprise for him, so he made no scruple of “ To what end shall I now condemn you, bane of my unfortunate putting them on to his feet and walking off.

existence? If I cut you into a thousand pieces, each piece will prove But these new slippers belonged to the Cadi, who had undressed an enemy and a misfortune to me. Only one thing is left for me to near the spot where Abon Cassim had left his rags and old slippers, do. I will burn you to ashes." He took them in his hand, and was and who quitted the bath just as the miser had gone out. He was abont proceeding to bis kitchen, when, observing that they were greatly astonished at missing his slippers, and finding no others in sodden wet from their sojourn in the aqueduct, he concluded that their place beside the horrid things belonging to Abon Cassim. that they must be dried before they would burn; so he placed them

“What!" said the Cadi, enraged, “does that miserable old miser in the sun on the parapet wall of the front of his house, while he went dare to treat me thus ? Steal my slippers!: Quick, follow the wretch, to his dinner. As soon as his back was turned a hungry cat from the and arrest him."

neighbouring house crept towards the slippers expecting to find a The guards rushed out into the street, and following Abon Cassim, meal, and, while smelling them, knocked one over into the street, arrested him just as he was entering his door, and carried him to where, as ill luck would have it, a woman was at that moment prison.

passing. When brought before the Cadi he protested that he had no inten- “Murder !" cried the woman; “some villain has killed me.” tion of stealing the slippers, but the Cadi would not believe him; Immediately a crowd collected, crying out “Murder ! where is the besides, be thought it too good an opportunity of inaking the old wretch ?” miser disgorge some of his wealth ; so he inflicted a heavy fine upon Hearing the uproar, Abon Cassim put his head out of a window him, and gave the money to the poor.

to see the cause of it. As soon as the crowd recognised him, their Abon Cassim went home in a state of despair. Placing the shrieks and groans became terrific. Holding up the slipper, and unlucky slippers on a table, and seating himself opposite to them shaking it threateningly in his face, one of the crowd called upon the with his hands folded across his breast, he bestowed the most violent others to seize the wreich and hang him on the spot. reproaches upon the cause of his misfortune. At length, roused to At this critical moment, some guards, who came to quell the extreme anger, he seized the slippers, and threw them out of the tumult, arrived : Abon Cassim threw himself upon their protection, window into the river Tigris that flowed beneath.

and requested them to take him at once before the Cadi. Throwing Now it happened that some two or three days afterwards a fisher- himself on his knees, he laid the fatal slippers at the magistrate's man, hauling his net, found something heavier than usual in it. feet, crying :Thinking be had got a prize, a box of diamonds, or a chest of gold “Source of infinite wisdom, shining light, 0, sublime Cadi. at least, he was quite overjoyed. But when he had drawn the net You see before you two furies bent upon my ruin. I was rich, they ashore, great was his disappointment upon discovering that he had have brought me to poverty; I was peaceful and happy, they have caught-what? nothing but Abon Cassim's old slippers, the great destroyed my repose, and shortened my days. Issue a decree, proDails of which had torn his net to pieces. Furious at his loss, he claiming to all Bagdad that their future crimes shall not be snatched up the slippers and threw them at the old miser's window. attributed to me. But if you will not grant me that favour, I do As ill-luck would have it, they fell upon the bottles of rose- not wish to live any longer. I surrender my life into your hands, water which Abon Cassim had bought such a bargain, and broke lead me at once to execution.” them.

The Cadi could not repress a smile at hearing this strange prayer: Hearing the noise of breaking glass, Abon Cassim ran to he issued the proclamation, and contented himself this time with learn the cause of it. To bis great dismay he saw, swimming in a giving Abon Cassim a lecture upon the folly of not seeing when his pool of rosc-water, the fatal slippers, wbich, after having caused him slippers were womi oirts

SONG.

“My father is dead, and mother is left

With five children, great and small; By the heath stood a lady

And, what is worse for mother still, All lonely and fair.

! I'm the oldest of them all. As she watch'd for her lover

Though little, I'll work as hard as a A falcon flew near.

Turk, "Happy falcon !” she cried,

If you'll give me employ, “Who can fly where he list,

To plough and sow, and reap and mow, And can choose in the forest

And be a farmer's boy. The tree he loves best! “Thus, too had I chosen

"And if that you won't me, employ, One knight for mine own;

One favour I've to ask : Him my eye had selected,

Will you shelter me, till break of day, Him priz'd I alone.

From this cold winter blast ? But other fair ladies

At break of day I'll trudge away Have envied my joy ;

Elsewhere to seek employ, And why? For I sought not

To plough and sow, and reap and mow, Their bliss to destroy!

And be a farmer's boy. “As to thee, lovely summer!

“Come, try the lad," the mistress Returns the birds' strain.

said, As on yonder green linden

"Let him no further seek;" The leaves spring again;

4.0, do, dear father," the daughter So constant doth grief

cried, At my eyes overflow!

While tears ran down her cheeks : And will not thou, dearest,

“He'd work if he could, so 'tis hard to Return to me now?

want food, “ Yes, come, my own, here, All others desert!

THE NURSE, THE CHILD,

And wander for employ; When first my eyes saw thee

AND THE WOLF,

Don't turn him away, but let him stay,

And be a farmer's boy ” How graceful thou wert!

A FABLE.

And when the lad became a man, How fair was thy presence ! How graceful ! how bright!

A HUNGRY wolf, prowling about in quest of The good old farmer died, Then think of me only,

a supper, passed by a house where a child was And left the lad the farm he had, My own chosen knight!"

crying, and its nurse scolding it. He stopped to And his daughter for his bride. listen under the window, and heard the nurse The lad that was the farm now bas,

say, “Naughty child, it you don't leave off cry- Oft smiles and thinks with joy THE LITTLE HUSBANDMAN.

ing I'll throw you out of the window to the Of the lucky day he came that way, I'm a little husbandman,

wolf.” Thinking the nurse really meant what she said, the wolf ex- To be a farmer's boy. Work and labour hard I can;

pected he would get a nice supper without having to seek any further, I'm s happy all the day,

so he waited very quietly about the house, watching the window. But At my work, as if 'twere play ; he waited a long time, till it grew quite dark; meanwhile the child left

A CHARADE. Though I've nothing fine to wear off crying, and became good and quiet again. Presently the wolf heard

BY WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED. Yet for that I do not care.

the nurse, who was kissing and fondling the child, say :-When to work I go along

COME from my First, ay, come! Singing loud my morning song; “Now cry no more, my little dear;

The battle dawn is nigh;
With my wallet on my back
That naughty wolf, if he comes near,

And the screaming trump and the
Or my waggon whip to smack;
Your dear papa shall kill him dead."

thund'ring drum 0, I am as happy then, The wolf, hearing this, was greatly vexed and disappointed. He thought Fight as thy father fought,

Are calling thee to die. As the idle gentleman.

it was now high time to take himself off, and look for a supper elseI've a hearty appetite, where, or he would have to go to bed hungry. As he went away he

Fall as thy father fell; And I soundly sleep at night; muttered to himself, “I wish people would not say one thing and mean

Thy task is taught, thy shroud is Down I lay, content, and say, another. I'll never depend again for my supper upon what nurses say

wrought; I've been useful all the day ; when scolding a cross child."

So - forward, and farewell ! I'd rather be a plough-boy than

Toll ye, my Second, toll! A useless little gentleman.

Fling high the flambeau's light; KING OLAF.

And sing the hymn for a parted soul,
THE NEW MOWN HAY.
In his high seat on the daïs,

Beneath the silent night!
As I walked forth one summer's morn,
Round him many a mighty lord,

The wreath upon his head,
Hard by a river's side,
Lost in thought, in silence brooding,

The cross upon his breast,
Where yellow cowslips did adorn
Sat King Olaf at his board.

Let the prayer be said, and the tear be shed: The blushing field with pride :

So, take him to his rest!
With bis unsheathed dagger playing,
I spied a damsel on the grass,
In a half-unconscious mood

Call ye my whole, ay, call!
More blooming than the May ;
Strikes and hews he off the splinters

The lord of lute and lay,
Her looks the Queen of Love surpassed,
From a piece of fagot-wood.

And let him greet the sable pall
Among the new-mown hay.

With a noble song to-day.
As the lords around him sitting
I said “Good morning, pretty maid;

Go, call him by his name;
Mark the King's deep reverie,
How came you here so soon ?”

No fitter hand may crave
"It is Monday, sire, to-morrow,"
“To keep my father's sheep," she said-
Says an old jarl meaningly.

To light the fame of a soldier's fame “The thing that must be done:

On the turf of a soldier's grave.
Sudden looks the King upon him:
While they are feeding ’mong the dew,
To pass the time away,

“Bring me here a burning brand !"
I sit me down to knit or sew,
Sweeps the splinters from the table,

ENIGMAS, ETC.
Lights them on his naked hand.
Among the new-mcwn hay."

I av known to the poorest and worst,
Firm he holds it stretch'd before him,
Delighted with her simple tale,

And my worth by a child may be reckoned ;
Never does it backward draw,
I sat down by her side;

Though the least thing in nature is double my first Till the wood was all consumed With vows of love I did prevail

And my whole is but half of my second.
Till he the white ashes saw !
Ou her to be my bride :
In strains of simple melody
Thus King Olaf made atonement

My first and last in dungeon deep
She sang a rural lay ;
For his trespass on God's law.

And desolate their places keep,
The little lambs stood listening by,

And, though exempt from chain and bar, Among the new-mown hay.

THE FARMER'S BOY.

In the extremes of durance are, Then to the church they went with speci,

The sun had set behind yon hills,

In middle of the air and skies, And Hymen joined them there :

Across yon dreary moor,

Centred in bliss, my second lies, No more her ewes and lambs to feed,

Weary and lame a boy there came

Yet never freed from whip and sting, For she's a lady fair :

Up to a farmer's door:

Exists in pain and suffering. A lord he was that married her,

“Can you tell me if any there be

All these my three, first, second, third, To town tbey came straight-way:

That will give me employ,

One short but monitory word, She may bless the day he spied her there,

To plough and sow, and reap and mow, Men do in every place and way, Among the new-mown hay.

And be a farmer's boy?

At every age, and every day.

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THE PET DONKEY.

all the curious and wonderful things he had seen, and I was never

tired of listening to him. LITTLE GIRL'S STORY.

Aster he had finished one of his pretty stories he would sing me a Y grandfather's garden was a very pattern of neatness. Not song, sometimes a funny one that would make me laugh, sometimes a weed, not a stray leaf could be found in it. From morn

one that would make me cry; but I did not mind that I liked it. I AV

ing to night his principal employment consisted in weeding, am sorry I cannot remember all his songs now; but here is one I do and trimming, and

sweeping this garden, till nothing remained to be reinember :Weeded, trimmed, or swept.

“A wealthy young squire near Tamworth did dwell, A Dutch housewife would have died of envy at my grandfather's

He courted a lady, and loved her full well; rivalry in trim neatness and order. His rows of scarlet runners

And for to be mar-ri-ed it was his intent. were as regular as if they bad been trained by a drill-sergeant : his

All her friends and relations they gave their consent.” green peas were as prim

as though they had passed under the hands This song I liked very much. Another, a funny one, began, of the village-barber. His cabbages were washed clean with a great

“ Brave Benbow lost his legs, his legs, watering-pot every night and morning, when it did not happen to

By a chain-shot, chain-shot, shot. rain, and I never saw radishes look so red or lettuces so green as those

Brave Benbow lost his legs, his legs, which grew in my grandfather's garden.

And nothing more could be done.” He was very proud of his garden, and jealous too. If a poor little But the funniest of all was this: kitten but happened to stray into it, very soon would it have to run

“There was a frog lived in a well, for its life, he frightened it so. I doubt very much if ever a cater

Kemo, Kimo, Kemo, pillar or a slug got a taste of his cabbages or lettuces, and I am quite

Beside a mouse lived in a mill, sure no spider ever found an opportunity to spin its web in any

Kemo, Kimo, Karo. corner of this neatest and trimmest of gardens.

With a strim, stram, paramara, and a bow-ring, In one corner of this garden, the farthest away from the house,

With a sing-song, ring-tail, barramo kimo paramaribo." my grandfather, one summer, built a pig-sty. This was a very grand affair. It was built of the brightest red bricks he could buy, I asked grandfather to tell me what it meant, he laughed and said,

What the meaning of this was I never could learn ; for, whenever and no mortar ever made was whiter than that these bricks were

“ wait a bit, my little maiden." laid in. The roof was slated just like a house, and there was a neat pretty fence all round it, which was painted pea-green ; and there would sit and work at the window of my little bedroom, where I

When the weather was too damp for me to be out in the garden, I was a gate in the fence, to be fastened with a padlock when the pig- could see grandfather digging, and listen to his songs. When he did sty had got a tenant. In one corner grandfather actually made a not know I was listening, his songs were always slow and melancholy. bath for piggy to wash herself in, for it was his opinion that

I remember these lines: pigs were no dirtier than other animals when they had an opportunity of keeping themselves clean.

“For sun and dew have a cunning way I must confess that I quite envied the pig having this pretty

Of making the dullest thing look gay.” house, for I thought it would be such a nice place to play in with and these : my doll and kitten. To be sure it would have been rather cold in

“ All are not framed of the self-same clay, winter, as there was no fire-place in it, and dark, too, for it had no

And some must labour, or none could play.” window, but there was some nice clean straw laid on the floor, and Grandfather's house stood in a village near Hanley, where that, I suppose, is all a pig requires to keep it warm.

the Potteries are. Like most other villages, it had its long strag. I was a great favourite with my grandfather. Aunt was always gling street, the houses standing far apart, with large gardens saying he would spoil me. He used to call me his “ little maiden;" between. There were plenty of green lanes about, and there was a grandmamma called me 'Livy; but aunt, who was rather prim, used common, where the boys played cricket and the donkeys grazed, to say, 'Livia. I think that, next to his garden, grandfather with a pond for the ducks and geese to swim in, and here also a fair thought more of me than of anything else in the world, except was held once every year. grandmamma.

Our village had its notable and eccentric characters, too. It will While he was working with his hoe and spade in the garden, I not be necessary for me to mention more than one among them at would take my sewing or knitting, and seat myself on a little stool present, and that one is Mister Samuel Shufflebottom-or Sammy, near him, while he told me pretty stories, and sometimes very funny as grandfather used to call him. ones, too. Grandfather had travelled abroad in foreign countries a Sammy was the village coal-merchant. He had a little wagon to good deal when he was a young man ; and he would describe to me I carry his coals in, which was drawn by a strong donkey, and he had fixed three bells on it in such a manner that the jolting of the dear, I shall want you to go to Aunt Maria's after breakfast, and wagon jangled them, so that people could always tell, by the noise take her a cake I have made for her. You can get tack by dinnerthey made, that Sammy's coal wagon was coming up the street. time, and then we will take you to the fair in the afternoon."

I think I shall never forget the day when I first saw a little I was very much pleased at hearing this, and lost no time in putting donkey-baby trotting through the street by the side of its mother, on my bonnet and cloak in readiness for my journey. who was drawing the coal wagon. It seemed to me the prettiest and Aunt Maria lived at the next village, and to get to her house I funniest little creature on four legs I had ever set my eyes upon. At must either cross the common where the fair was being held, or go that moment I would have given all my toys, doll, pussy, Tray and through the back lanes, and across some fields, which was rather all, for that long-legged, long-eared donkey-baby.

a long way about. But it was soon decided which way I must go, Grandfather, too, admired that little donkey when Master Sammy for before setting out on my journey, grandmamma strictly charged showed it to him, and I think had I asked him to buy it for me he me not to go near the common; so there was no chance of my afterwould have consented; but when I considered what a deal of money noon's pleasure being anticipated. such a pretty creature would cost I held my tongue, and longed for Then the cake was folded up in a snow-white napkin, and snugly the little pet in secret.

deposited at the bottom of a pretty round basket, which Uncle Many a time I saved a piece of my bread and butter at tea-time Edward had brought home as a present from India; and I trudged to take to the donkey-baby when I went for a walk in the evening, off with it in a happy mood to Aunt Maria’s cottage at Crown Bank. and how delighted I was when the little creature took the dainty It was a beautiful summer's morning : the air was fragrant with morsel from my hand, and gobbled it up in an instant! My pet soon the perfume of a bean-field in full blossom, through which I had to began to know me, and the moment it caught sight of my white pass, where the bees were busy gathering honey, High over head pinafore it would jump up from its mother's side and run to meet the lark was singing his sweet morning song, and I joined the bird me, and follow me about wherever I went, till Mister Shufflebottom in his song, for I felt so happy. was often obliged to catch it up in his armş ayd carry it back to its In the adjoining field there was a boy with a clapper scaring away mother.

the birds, and he was singing too, and I stopped to listen to his I was not at a loss for playfellows, however, for my dog Tray was song, the words of which, as wear as I can remember, were :as clever as a conjuror; he could do almost everything but speak;

There was a shepherd's son, and I had the playfullest black and white kitten that was ever seen,

He kept sheep on yonder bill; But somehow or other the donkey-baby took my fancy, and I

He laid his pipe and his crook asido, thought I would prefer it for a pet even to pussy or Tray.

And then he slept his fill. One morning I was sitting at my little bedroom window, busily

And blow the winds, f-ho! occupied in making my doll a new frock, and listening to grand

Sing, blow the winds, I-ho ! father, who was digging in his garden, and singing

Clear

away the morning-dew,

And blow the winds, I ho ! “ You

may know it's the 'barber's by the pole, by the pole ; You may know it's the barber's by the pole."

I soon came to a long lane, on one side of which was the high

wall to Lawyer Brown's garden grounds. It was covered in many All of a sudden I was startled by the sound of a trumpet and the places with large hand-bills, and as they were printed in very large beating of a big drum. Stretching my neck out to look into the letters, I put down my basket to enjoy a little rest, and take a reading street, I saw-oh, such a beautiful sight! There, riding on a pie-lesson at the same time. bald horse, was a man wearing a red velvet cloak, with a green There were a great many big words and hard ones too, which I velvet cap and a plume of feathers on his head; coat and hat were spelt through, but did not know the meaning of. both trimmed with gold lace. He carried a large brazen trumpet, While I was thus occupied some of my school-fellows came along, upon which he blew a Tantara, while his beautiful horse, all decked and asked me if I was going to the fair. with ribbons of various colours, reared and pranced, and actually “Going to aunt's, at Crown Bank," I replied. danced !

They offered to help me to carry the basket, which, as the Behind the trumpeter there came a man carrying a big drum. He cake was rather heavy, I was glad to let them do, for the handle wore a parti-coloured coat, and a cocked hat with red and white of the basket had cut my arm. feathers; and there was a lot of other men in gay garments, one of We jogged along very merrily until we reached a place in the whom, so very droll, I afterwards learned was the clown, or merry- road where we must part, for their way was along the path to the andrew, whose business it is to make people laugh.

common, while mine was across the fields to aunt's. As I looked upon this grand sight, I wondered and wondered They helped me with my basket and cake over the stile, and what it all meant." Grandfather was working in the garden, and he, then went on their way. I stopped and looked wistfully after my I was sure, could tell me all about it; so I called to him, “Grand- young companions, envying them their pleasure a little, until repapa, dear, tell me who those wonderful people are, and where they minded by a bee humming in my ears that I was loitering and come from."

neglecting my duty, and should not arrive at aunt's by dinner-time I fully expected he would say they were some of the grand princes if I lingered in this way ; so I took up my basket again and rehe had met with in his travels, that he had so often told me of, but sumed iny journey. he replied

But when I crossed the field, and had arrived at a great five-barred "Oh, they are some of the show-folks from the fair, my little gate, I was puzzled to know how I should get out. I could easily maiden."

have climbed up and got over myself, if nobody was looking, but At this news I danced and clapped my hands with delight. “Oh, I did not know how I should be able to get the basket and cake the fair! the fair! Yes, I understand all about it now."

over. Here, then, was fair-day come at last, about which I had heard so I waited for some time not knowing what to do, when presently a much, and to which grandmamma and aunt had promised to take farmer's boy came along with his father's dinner. I asked him to me if I were a very good girl, which I always was—at least, so help me over with the basket. He was very inquisitive, and wanted grandfather said.

to look into my basket, which I would not allow him to do. When I had never seen a fair, and perhaps my notion of such a place I told him it was a cake, he said, “ Now you get over first, and then was very extravagant and absurd. To my mind it was a sort of I will lift over your basket to you." paradise of pleasure. I know better now.

I was half afraid to do this: first, the gate was a very high one, I knew, however, that it was a place to spend money in, and I and there was a strong breeze of wind blowing ; and, second, I did had been saving up my pennies for a long time previous, and I not know but what the boy would run away with my basket and promised to buy myself a lot of pretty things; and I expected aunt cake, when he had got me on the other side ; and I was greatly perand grandmamma would make me some pretty presents, for they plexed what to do. could not be stingy to their favourite little 'Livia.

But I had to make up my mind, so I timidly began climbing up Į should, bowever, have preferred going to the fair in grandfather's the gate, and at last got safely over to the other side. Then the company, for he, I was sure, would have thought nothing too good boy climbed up, handed me my basket, and jumped down beside me. or too costly for his “ little maiden.” But then he was getting too *. You'll give us a bit for helping you, won't you ?” he said. old to go to such places, where he would be jostled and elbowed “I must not do that," I replied, “it is niy aunt's cake, and besides, about : and he was very careful about his corns, and did not like to I have got no knife to cut it with." have them trodden upon.

“ Drat it,” said he; “ I'm going to buy a knife at the fair toI found it very dificult to control my impatience, or even to con- morrow, I wish I had bought it to day." ceal it, for nothing was said at dinner-time about my being taken to " It is not likely I should let you cut my aunt's cake with it the fair that day. But I knew the fair would continue three days, if you had," I replied ; “I am very much obliged to you for $0 I made a great effort to be contented.

helping me, and if I should see you as I come back I will give you Next morning, at breakfast, grandmamma said to me :-"'Livy, I something."

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