Ann Taylor

NG Jem at noon return'd from school,
As hungry as could be,
He cried to Sue, the servant-maid, "My dinner give to me
" Said Sue, "It is not yet come home;

Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along, and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear:

My sweet little girl should be cheerful and mild  She must not be fretful and cry
Oh
why is this passion
remember, my child,

"I
NK I want some pies this morning," Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's

AT is it that makes little Emily cry
Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
There–lay down your head on my bosom–that's right,
And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night

IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend

There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain;
One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane:
They were both of one height, as I've heard people say,
They were both of one age,

Poor Martha is old, and her hair is turn'd grey, And her hearing has left her for many a year;
Ten to one if she knows what it is that you say, Though she puts her poor wither'd hand close to her ear
I've seen naughty children run after ...

"MY Fanny,
I have news to tell,
Your diligence quite pleases me;
You've work'd so neatly, read so well,

Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair,
And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square
And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord, A beautiful chariot the...

RE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was
With hands at all clean,

IS petticoats now George cast off,
For he ws four years old;
His trousers were of nankeen stuff,
With buttons bright as gold