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A STRANGE TALE.
There was an old woman tossed in a blanket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon; But where she was going no mortal could tell,
For under her arm she carried a broom. “ Old woman, old woman, old woman,” said I,
Whither, ah whither, ah whither so high ?”
Went to kill a snail ;
Durst not touch her tail;
Like a little Kyloe cow;
She'll kill you all just now.
A NEEDLE AND THREAD.
Old Mother Twichett had but one eye,
0, LOOK AT THE MOON!
0, look at the moon,
She is shining up there
Like a lamp in the air.
Last week she was smaller,
And shaped like a bow,
And round like an O.
Who am I, with noble face,
When my noble face I show
Then the clear wet dews I dry,
Then the busy people go,
THE SUN AND THE NORTH WIND.
A dispute once arose between the Sun and the North Wind as to which was the stronger of the two. Seeing a traveller on his way, they agreed to try which could the sooner make him throw off his cloak.
The North Wind began, and sent a fierce blast which, at the outset, nearly tore the cloak from its fastenings; but the traveller took hold of the garment with a firm grip, and held it round his body so tightly that the North Wind put out all the rest of his force in vain.
Then the Sun, driving away the clouds that had gathered, darted his most sultry beams on the traveller's head. The man, growing faint with the heat, flung off his cloak, and ran for protection to the nearest shade.
A SONG OF THE WIND.
Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM.
Three wise men of Gotham
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING.
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea, And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee! There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice,
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, “Quack! Quack!”
Bow, wow, wow,