To Miss Vera Beringer

A short To avoid dejection, By In occupations,

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle —…

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap.

Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters- I've a Tale to tell.

ER, sister, go to bed! Go and rest your weary head."Thus the prudent brother said."Do you want a battered hide, Or scratches to your face applied?"Thus his sister calm replied."Sister, do not raise my wrath. I'd…

The day was wet, the rain fell Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] asound was heard in the old henhouse, A beating of a hammer. Of stalwart form, and visage warm

Lady Clara Vere de Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer:

I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said "You must not weep" If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says "You must not laugh" When once I wished to drink…