Jane Taylor

"I do not like to go to bed," Sleepy little Harry said; "Go, naughty Betty, go away,
I will not come at all,
I say! "Oh, silly child! what is he saying?
As if he could be always playing!

Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding…

ARE these the trees? is this the place?
These roses, did they bloom for him?
Trod he these walks with thoughtful pace?
Passed he amid these borders trim?Is this the bower?—a humble shed…

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. "Ah! how they will all be delighted

"I think 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.
And there he cast his greedy

--A
LY good ; that none e'er bought or
For gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :
Save certain watery pearls, possessed by all,

I like little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her
She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I

RE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. . . .
His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt, And often they made…