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His good mamma was angry quite,
And Lucy's tears ran down;
But Dick went supperless that night,

And since has better grown.

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A naughty boy! unless he mends

He will be told to strip,

And learn how such amusement ends,

By feeling his own whip.

The Result of Cruelty

ACK PARKER was a cruel boy,

JACK

For mischief was his sole employ ; And much it grieved his friends to find

His thoughts so wickedly inclined.

Elizabeth Turner.

Elizabeth Turner.

He thought it clever to deceive,
And often ramble without leave;
And ev'ry animal he met

He dearly loved to plague and fret.

But all such boys, unless they mend,
May come to an unhappy end,
Like Jack, who got a fractured skull,
Whilst bellowing at a furious bull.

Elisabeth Turner.

Falsehood "Corrected "

WHEN Jacky drown'd our poor cat Tib,

He told a very naughty fib,

And said he had not drown'd her; But truth is always soon found out— No one but Jack had been about

The place where Thomas found her.

And Thomas saw him with the cat
(Though Jacky did not know of that),
And told papa the trick;

He saw him take a slender string,

And round poor Pussy's neck then swing
A very heavy brick.

His parents, being very sad

To find they had a boy so bad,

To say what was not true,

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"I THINK I want some pies this morning,"

Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;

So down he threw his slate and books,

And sauntered to the pastry-cook's.

And there he cast his greedy eyes
Round on the jellies and the pies,
So to select, with anxious care,
The very nicest that was there.

At last the point was thus decided:
As his opinion was divided
'Twixt pie and jelly, being loth
Either to leave, he took them both.

Now, Richard never could be pleased
To stop when hunger was appeased,
But would go on to eat still more
When he had had an ample store.

"No, not another now," said Dick;
"Dear me, I feel extremely sick :
I cannot even eat this bit;
I wish I had not tasted it."

Then slowly rising from his seat,
He threw his cheesecake in the street,
And left the tempting pastry-cook's
With very discontented looks.

Just then a man with wooden leg
Met Dick, and held his hat to beg;
And while he told his mournful case
Looked at him with imploring face.

Dick, wishing to relieve his pain,

His pockets searched, but searched in vain ;

And so at last he did declare,

He had not left a farthing there.

The beggar turned with face of grief,
And look of patient unbelief,

While Richard now his folly blamed,
And felt both sorry and ashamed.

"I wish," said he (but wishing's vain),
"I had my money back again,
And had not spent my last, to pay
For what I only threw away.

"Another time I'll take advice,

And not buy things because they're nice;
But rather save my little store,

To give to those who want it more."

Ann and Jane Taylor.

The Plum-Cake

H! I've got a plum-cake, and a fine feast I'll make,

"OH!

So nice to have all to myself!

I can eat every day while the rest are at play,

And then put it by on the shelf."

Thus said little John, and how soon it was gone!
For with zeal to his cake he applied,

While fingers and thumbs, for the sweetmeats and plums,
Were hunting and digging beside.

But, woeful to tell, a misfortune befell,
That shortly his folly reveal'd:

After eating his fill, he was taken so ill,

That the cause could not now be conceal'd.

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