ICK and Arthur, how they run, The old lady's staff to shun; Stealing apples is their game; Naughty lads must come to shame.

The old dame was fast asleep,
And within her house did keep;
To the orchard they did pass
Very lightly on the grass.

But the good boy standing by,
Hallo'd out, with shout and cry-
Go along, boys, 'tis a shame
Thus to rob the poor old dame."

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Roused by this cry, up she rose, Strove to catch her active foes; Dick runs off with all his might, Arthur falls, and serve him right.

Next day, in the school, the cane Will give both boys dreadful pain, And deprived of noonday meal, They will see what 'tis to steal.

poor,

Of winter food he had no store,
He ventured out in wind and rain,
Went out, but ne'er returned again.

He thought that safely he might go
When Tray was fast asleep; but no,
A shocking growl salutes his ears,
A sound that wakens all his fears.

Poor rat, he fondly hoped to share
A portion of the food set there
For Tray to eat; but, hopeless fate,
He saw his error when too late.

For Tray was active, young, and bold,
To eat up rats he had been told;
Once round the yard, then by the head
Tray seized him, and the rat lay dead.
While naughty Tom looked on to see
The fight, the death, and loud laughed
he;

When the poor rat lay stiff and dead,
He patted rough Tray on the head.
But when he tried to take away
The rat from him, then savage Tray
Gave him a bite, how he did cry!
It served him right, say you and I.

M

OTHER sits her down to spin
By the candle bright,
Talking to the little soldier,
What a pleasant sight!

See his sword and fine cocked hat,
And his shadow, look at that!

Little Freddy is his name,
Soldier brave and true,