She went to the ale-house

To get him some beer; But when she came back, The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;

But when she came back,

The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;

But when she came back,
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back,
He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back,

He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's

To buy him a coat; But when she came back, He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back,

He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back,
The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;

But when she came back,

He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow;

The dame said, "Your servant,

The dog said, "Bow, wow!"

Mother Goos6.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB

Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day,—
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb at school.

So the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.

Then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, "I'm not afraid,-
You'll keep me from all harm.”

"What makes the lamb love Mary so? "— The eager children cry.

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Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply.

Sara Josepha Hall.

GOOD-NIGHT AND GOOD-MORNING

A fair little girl sat under a tree,
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, "Dear work, good-night, good-
night!"

Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed, She said, as she watched their curious flight, "Little black things, good-night, goodnight!"'

The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, The sheep's "Bleat! Bleat!" came over the road;

All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, "Good little girl, good-night, good-night!"

She did not say to the sun, "Good-night!
Though she saw him there like a ball of light;
For she knew he had God's time to keep
All over the world and never could sleep.

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head;
The violets curtsied, and went to bed;
And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer.

And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, "Good-morning, good-morning! our work is begun."

Richard Monckton Milnes.

THE COW

The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart;

She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,

All in the pleasant open air,

The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

As plain as the nose on a man's face.