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whole time in the nursery, and in wandering about the house, pouring forth, in not the most melodious strains, the songs and ditties which she had learned in her younger days, greatly to the annoyance of the whole neighborhood — to Fleet in particular, who was a man fond of quiet. It was in vain he exhaust ed his shafts of wit and ridicule, and every expedient he could devise: it was of no use — the o!d lady was not thus to be put down ; so, like others similarly situated, he was obliged to submit. His shrewdness, however, did not forsake him; from this seeming evil he contrived to educe some good; he conceived the idea of collecting the songs and ditties as they came from his mother, and such as he could gather from other sources, and publishing them for the benefit of the world — not forgetting himself. This he did ---- and thus “Mother Goose's Melodies" were brought forth. The adoption of this title was in derision of his good mother-in-law, and was perfectly characteristic of the man, as he was never known to spare his nearest friends in his raillery, or when he could excite laughter at their expense.
Cotton Mather and Mother Goose thus stand in juxtaposition; and as the former was instrumental in cementing the union, which resulted in placing the latter so conspicuously before the world, it is but just that it should be so,— although the one was a learned man, a most voluminous writer, and published a great many books, some wise and some foolish, it may well be doubted whether any one, or all of them, together, have passed through so many editions, — been read by so many hundreds of thousands, not to say millions, — put so many persons to sleep, or in general done so much good to the world as the simple melodies of the other.
LITTLE boy blue, come blow your horn,
There was a mad mán,
The father was mad,
The mother was mad, The children all mad beside; And upon a mad horse they all of them got, And madly away did ride.