Ann Taylor

One ugly trick has often spoil'd  The sweetest and the best;
Matilda, though a pleasant child,  One ugly trick possess'd,
Which, like a cloud before the skies,
Hid all her better qualities

HE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,

Dance little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go;

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

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,

WO good little children, named Mary and Ann,
Both happily live, as good girls always can;
And though they are not either sullen or mute,
They seldom or never are heard to dispute

Who sat and watched my infant
When  sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed
My Mother

"But, mamma, now, " said Charlotte, "pray, don't you believe That I'm better than Jenny, my nurse
Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve; Her clothes are a thousand times worse
"I ride in my coach, and have ...

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...

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

"OH, look at that great ugly spider
" said Ann;
And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan; "'Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,
I wish that it would not come crawling on me

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 ...