MARGERY MUTTON-PIE and Johnny Bo-peep,

They met together in Greenwich Street,

In and out, in an out, over the way,

Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day.

MULTIPLICATION is vexation, | MY mother and your mother

Division is as bad;

The Rule of Three it puzzles me,
And Practice drives me mad.

Went over the way;

Said my mother to your mother,

It's chop-a-nose day.

[The above lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding her hand down the child's face].

THE little rusty, dusty, rusty miller!

I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.

ONE misty, moisty morning,

When cloudy was the weather,

I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather,

He began to compliment, and I began to grin,

How do you do? and how do you do?

And how do you do again?