pot I can't see in the cupboard? Thieves! Thieves! Thieves!" "And to think," said Mrs. Dowdum, at her twentieth repetition of the story-" to think that I've lost the family goold watch and my silver teapot, by letting of her in!" "And to think," said Betty to herself, putting her hand in her pocket, "to think that I only got a bad shilling for letting of her out!" A PLAIN DIRECTION. "Do you never deviate?" John Bull. IN London once I lost my way In faring to and fro, And ask'd a little ragged boy The way that I should go ; He gave a nod, and then a wink, And told me to get there "Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." G I box'd his little saucy ears, And then away I strode ; But since I've found that weary path Utopia is a pleasant place, But how shall I get there? 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've read about a famous town That drove a famous trade, Where Whittington walk'd up and found A fortune ready made. The very streets are paved with gold; But how shall I get there? "Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've read about a Fairy Land, In some romantic tale, Where Dwarfs if good are sure to thrive And wicked Giants fail. |