As he grew worse and worse, the doctor and nurse And rightly you'll think, he had physic to drink, And while on the bed he roll'd his hot head, Impatient with sickness and pain, He could not but take this reproof from his cake, "Do not be such a glutton again." Ann and Jane Taylor. Another Plum-Cake "OH! H! I've got a plum-cake, and a feast let us make; I assure you 'tis nice, and we'll each have a slice, Thus said little Jack, as he gave it a smack, Nor was there one found, upon the play-ground, So cross that he would not come in. With masterly strength he cut through it at length, Charles, William, and James, and many more names, And when it was done, and they'd finished their fun, And each little boy felt it always a joy, To do a good turn for good Jack, In his task and his book, his best pleasures he took, Since he's been a man grown he has constantly shown At last, when having caught enough, He hasten'd home, intending there To put them on a shelf. But as he jump'd to reach a dish, A large meat-hook, that hung close by, Poor Harry kick'd, and call'd aloud, And scream'd, and cried, and roar'd, While from his wound the crimson blood In dreadful torrents pour'd. The maids came running, frighten'd much And soon they took him from the hook, The surgeon came and stopp'd the blood, And then they carried him upstairs, And laid him on his bed. Conviction darted on his mind, And with compunction then he thought "And oh," said he, "poor little fish, What tortures they have borne : While I, well pleased, have stood to see Their tender bodies torn ! "Though fishermen must earn their bread, That can be no excuse for me, "But now I know how great the smart, How terrible the pain! I think, while I can feel myself, I will not fish again." Ann and Jane Taylor. The Two Gardens WHEN WHEN Harry and Dick had been striving to please, Made two little gardens, and stocked them with trees, Harry thank'd his papa, and with rake, hoe, and spade, Directly began his employ : And soon such a neat little garden was made, That he panted with labour and joy. There was always some bed or some border to mend, Or something to tie or to stick ; And Harry rose early his garden to tend, The tulip, the rose, and the lily so white, And often the honey-bee stooped from his flight A neat row of peas in full blossom was seen, French beans were beginning to shoot; And his gooseberries and currants, though yet they were green, Foretold for him plenty of fruit. But Richard loved better in bed to repose, And there, as he curl'd himself round, Forgot that no tulip, nor lily, nor rose, Nor fruit in his garden was found. Rank weeds and tall nettles disfigured his beds, Nor cabbage nor lettuce was seen: The slug and the snail showed their mischievous heads, Thus Richard the idle, who shrank from the cold, Beheld his trees naked and bare; While Harry the active was charmed to behold The fruit of his patience and care. Ann and Jane Taylor. The Truant Boys 'HE month was August and the morning cool, THE When Hal and Ned, To walk together to the neighbouring school, Rose early from their bed. When near the school Hal said, "Why con your task, Demure and prim? Ere we go in, let me one question ask, -Ned, shall we go and swim ?" |