THERE was a little guinea-pig,

Who, being little, was not big, He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat.

He often squeaked, and sometimes

villent, And when he squeaked he ne'er

was silent; Though ne'er instructed by a cat, He knew a mouse was not a rat.

When from a place he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And when he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or

old.

One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died ;
And, I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.

an

up in a

THERE was

old woman toss'd

basket, Nineteen times, as

high as the moon, Where she was go

ing I couldn't but

ask it, For in her hand she

carried a broom.

“Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,

"O whither, O whither, O whither so high ?" “ To brush the cobwebs off the sky !"

“Shall I go with thee ?” “Aye, by' and by.”

THE
"HERE was an old woman called Nothing at-all,

Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp house and old woman went.

As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play,
So Doll and the Cow danced the “ Cheshire

Round,"
Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on

the ground. He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs, He used his pipe, and she used her legs; She danc'd about till the eggs were all broke, She began for to fret, but he laughed at the

joke.

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass, Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and

glass; He took out his pipe and played them a tune, And the jackass's load was lighten'd full soon.