But pussy and her kittens, to
The shore were safely brought;
And in the royal palace

They showed the king some sport.

The queen and king desired

The kittens should remain ;
While back to poor Dick Whittington
They sent rich stores of gain.

Thus pussy made the fortune
Of Richard, kind and true;
Came back to him to London,
And gave a loving mew.

How happy was poor Richard
To see his cat again;
To have the stores of treasure,
And joy instead of pain.

He grew to be a merchant,
Like to his master dear,
And married his young daughter
In his one and twentieth year.

And the very bells that told him,
Dick Whittington, to stay
In London, rang out joyfully

Upon his lord mayor's day.

Three times he was made lord mayor,
And lived in joy and pride;
And full of years and honour,
When very old, he died.

I

"'M never tired of hearing The story of the girl Whose pretty mouth, whene'er

she spoke,

[pearls.

Dropped gold and gems and

But of the dear old stories,
The one which pleases best
Is that of Cinderella,

By fairies being drest.

Poor girl, she worked so hard,
Her sisters harsh to please;
Who made her quite a servant, and
Did all they could to tease.

They went to balls and parties,
They went to dance and rout,
While little Cinderella

From pleasure was kept out.

One day, a prince so noble,
So handsome and so tall,
Invited every lady

Unto a splendid ball.

The sisters went in satin,
In feathers and in lace,
But bade poor Cinderella
Keep in the kitchen-place.

While all among the cinders,
The maiden fair did weep,
A fairy came with dresses
And jewels in a heap.

She kissed poor Cinderella
And dressed her in a trice;
Turned pumpkin to a carriage,
And into footmen, mice.

And rats were turned to horses,
With tails and manes so neat;
But the prettiest change of all
Was the slippers on her feet.

For these were all of glass,
So shining and so bright;
So pretty Cinderella

Dressed for the ball that night.

Three times, says the old story,
She went unto the ball,
At the last one in her hurry,
She let her slipper fall.