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LITTLE DICK SNAPPY.

Little Dick Snappy

Was always unhappy,

Because he did nothing but fret;
And when he once cried,

'Twas in vain that you tried To make him his troubles forget.

His mother once brought him
A drum, which she bought him,
Hard by at a neighbouring fair,
And gave such another

To Edward his brother,

And left them their pleasures to share.

Little Edward began,
Like a nice little man,
To play with his little new drum;

But Dick, with a pout,

Only turned his about

In his hands, and looked sulky and glum.

"What's the matter, dear Dick?

You look sad; are you sick? Come, march like a soldier with me:

The enemy comes,

Let us beat on our drums,

And mamma will our merriment see."

"No; I don't like my toy," Said my ill-natured boy,

"And yours is the best and most new;

If you'll give me yours,

Then I'll go out of doors;
But if not, I'll kick mine in two."

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A LITTLE GRAIN OF SAND.

A man bought a watch which, for a while, kept very good time. But soon it began to beat slower and slower, till at length it stopt.

He brought the watch to the maker, from whom he had bought it, to see if he could find out why it had stopt.

The watch-maker took up his glass. With it he spied a little grain of sand, among the wheels of the watch.

Then said he to the man: "I can easily mend your watch for I see plainly the cause of its stopping."

He then took the little grain of sand out of the watch. It then began to go, and keep as good time as ever.

When the man saw that the grain of sand was not as large as the point of a small pin, he said: "I should not have thought so small a thing as that could do so much harm."

"True," said the watch-maker, "it is a very little grain of sand, and that is the very reason why it was the cause of so much mischief."

"If it had not been so very small, it would never have got between the wheels of your watch." It is just the same with little vices--little lies, little thefts, little vanities.

LITTLE THINGS.

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,

And the beauteous land:

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THE OLD WOMAN AND HER COW.

There was an old woman who had a cow. As the cow was the same to her as her daily bread, of course she was fonder of her than of any thing else in the world. Tidy was worth her weight in gold.

Well, every morning, the woman used to drive her cow to graze. And you might have seen her crop, cropping the dainty grass till noon.

The cow had never been known to wander away from the place. So one day the old woman left her alone, and went home to clean the house.

When the old woman came back to drive Tidy home to milk her, lo! she was gone! The poor woman was sad, and vex'd with her self, for having left her alone. She ponder'd long over her loss.

At length the old woman lockt the door of her hut, and off she set to find her dear Tidy. She wander'd here and there and every-where, over hill,

and over dale. But nothing could she see of Tidy -not even her tail.

At last, as night came on, the poor old woman thought she saw her resting herself under a tree, and whack! down she came on Tidy's back with her stick. And indeed, she deserved a good whopping for going

away.

But lo! instead of a cow, up started a wolf. The wolf stared at the old woman, in wonder. The old woman stared at the wolf, in fear.

When the wolf saw what a poor lean old woman she was, away he trotted into the forest. The old woman made haste home, as you may guess. And, as good luck would have it, there was Miss Tidy standing at the door, mooring as if her heart would break.

THE CLEVER OLD MAN.

There was an old man, who lived in a wood,
As you may plainly see,

He said he could do as much work in a day,
As his wife could do in three.

With all my heart, the old woman said,
If that you will allow,

To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,
And I'll go drive the plough.

But you must milk the tidy cow,

For fear that she go dry;

And you must feed the little pigs,

That are within the sty;

And you must mind the speckled hen,
For fear she lay astray;

And you must reel the spool of yarn,
That I spun yesterday.

The old woman took a staff in her hand,
And went to drive the plough;
The old man took a pail in his hand,
And went to milk the cow.

But Tidy hinch'd, and Tidy flinch'd,

And Tidy broke his nose;
And Tidy gave him such a blow,

That the blood ran down his hose.

High! Tidy! ho! Tidy! high!
Tidy! do stand still;

If ever I milk you Tidy again,
'T will be sore against my will!
He went to feed the little pigs,
That were within the sty;
He hit his head against the beam,
And he made the blood to fly.

He went to mind the speckled hen,
For fear she'd lay astray,

And he forgot the spool of yarn,

His wife spun yesterday.

So he vowed by the sun, the moon, and the stars,
And the geeen leaves on the tree,

If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,
She should ne'er be ruled by he.

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TOMMY AND THE COW.

Tommy was a very little boy. He went out one day into the fields to gather butter cups and daisies. Just as he was stooping down to pluck a daisy, he saw a pretty butterfly sitting on it.

Well, Tommy quietly took off he came with it pat on the spot. had seen it all, and away it flew. the butterfly, but the faster he butterfly flew.

his cap and down But the butterfly Tommy ran after ran, the faster the

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