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Page 23 - A SWARM of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
Page 45 - Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still all fleeting.
Page 186 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? What is that mother?— The lark my child. The morn has but just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast. And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere , To warble ítout in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother?— The dove, my son.
Page 61 - Who, being little, was not big, He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat. When from a place he ran away, He never at that place did stay ; And while he ran, as I am told, He ne'er stood still for young or old. He often squeak'd, and sometimes vi'lent, And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent : Tho' ne'er instructed by a cat, He knew a mouse was not a rat.
Page 13 - I'll dress you like a goldfinch, Or like a peacock gay; So, if you'll have me, Jenny, Let us appoint the day.
Page 14 - CXL1n. [A CANDLE.] LITTLE Nancy Etticoat, In a white petticoat ; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows. CXLIV. [PAIR OF TONGS.] Long legs, crooked thighs, Little head and no eyes. CXLV. [ONE...
Page 104 - The gentleman did think so at first, and decided that the best thing he could do would be to take the gasping boy to the doctor's.
Page 45 - Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them! It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray, Unto a meadow hard by, There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry.
Page 17 - ... untangle or separate. South." " To redd up a room " is a marked provincialism in Pennsylvania, from whence it has passed into Ohio. It originated with the Scotch immigrants, who settled those districts, and brought the word with them from the borders, where the old proverb is current : " A seamstress that sews and would make her work redde, Must use a long needle and a short thread.
Page 42 - I HAD a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell, I gave him some work, and he did it very well ; I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin . I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, He tumbled down and fell in a rage ; I sent him to the cellar, to draw a pot of beer, He came up again, and said there was none there.