Or tilt the kettle, if you did But turn your back a minute. Her grandmamma went out one day, Her spectacles and snuff-box gay "Ah! well," thought she, "I'll try them on, As soon as grandmamma is gone.' Forthwith she placed upon her nose "I know that grandmamma would say, So thumb and finger went to work The mighty mischief did; 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 dashed the spectacles away, Her grandmamma she spies. Matilda, smarting with the pain, Ann Taylor THINK BEFORE YOU ACT Elizabeth her frock has torn, And pricked her finger too; Why did she meddle with the thorn, Because Elizabeth will touch Whate'er comes in her way; I've seen her suffer quite as much, Yet, though so oft she feels the pain, The habit is so strong, That all her caution is in vain, And seldom heeded long. I should not wonder if, at last, Mary Elliott THE BOY AND THE WOLF A little Boy was set to keep A little flock of goats or sheep; He thought the task too solitary, To see them leave their work and run, He cried and screamed with all his might,— Some people, working at a distance, And once again the people came. The trick was many times repeated: At last they found that they were cheated. The Boy was in a real fright, He cried, "Wolf! wolf!"-the neighbors heard, But not a single creature stirred. "We need not go from our employ, 'Tis nothing but that idle boy.' The little Boy cried out again, "Help, help! the Wolf!" he cried in vain. This shows the bad effect of lying, Your cries could give me no alarm; They would not make me move the faster, I should be sorry when I came, But you yourself would be to blame. John Hookham Frere CONTENTED JOHN One honest John Tomkins, a hedger and ditcher, Though cold were the weather, or dear were the food, For this he was constantly heard to declare,— "For why should I grumble and murmur?" he said; "If I cannot get meat, I'll be thankful for bread; And, though fretting may make my calamities deeper, It can never cause bread and cheese to be cheaper." If John was afflicted with sickness or pain, If any one wronged him or treated him ill, Would be making two rogues where there need be but one. And thus honest John, though his station was humble, Passed through this sad world without even a grumble; And I wish that some folks, who are greater and richer, Would copy John Tomkins, the hedger and ditcher. Jane Taylor GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN Children, you are very little, And your bones are very brittle; If you would grow great and stately, You must still be bright and quiet, Happy hearts and happy faces, But the unkind and the unruly, Cruel children, crying babies, Robert Louis Stevenson |