d,
Like this little lad,
May be dirty and black to be sure;
But good boys are seen
To be decent and clean,
Although they are ever so poor.

CLEANLINESS

Come my little Robert, near--
Fie! what filthy hands are here!
Who, that e'er could understand
The rare structure of a hand,
With its branching fingers fine,
Work itself of hands divine,
Strong yet delicately knit,
For ten thousand uses fit,
Overlaid with so clear skin
You may see the blood within,--
Who this hand would choose to cover
With a crust of dirt all over,
Till it looked in hue and shape
Like the forefoot of an ape!
Man or boy that works or plays
In the fields or the highways,
May, without offence or hurt,
From the soil contract a dirt
Which the next clear spring or river
Washes out and out for ever.
But to cherish stains impure,
Soil deliberate to endure,
On the skin to fix a stain
Till it works into the grain,
Argues a degenerate mind,
Sordid, slothful, ill-inclined,
Wanting in that self-respect
Which doth virtue best protect.
All-endearing cleanliness,
Virtue next to godliness,
Easiest, cheapest, needfull'st duty,
To the body health and beauty;
Who that's human would refuse it,
When a little water does it?

Little Willie from his mirror
Sucked the mercury all off,
Thinking, in his childish error,
It would cure his whooping-cough.

At the funeral, Willie's mother
Smartly said to Mrs Brown,
"'Twas a chilly day for William
When the mercury went down."

_Chorus_

"Ah, ah, ah!" said Willie's mother,
"Oh, oh, oh!" said Mrs Brown,
"'Twas a chilly day for William
When the mercury went down!"

FEIGNED COURAGE

Horatio, of ideal courage vain,
Was flourishing in air his father's cane,
And, as the fumes of valour swelled his pate,
Now thought himself this hero, and now that;
"And now," he cried, "I will Achilles be;
My sword I brandish; see, the Trojans flee!
Now, I'll be Hector, when his angry blade
A lane through heaps of slaughter'd Grecians made!
And now my deeds still braver I'll evince,
I am no less than Edward the Black Prince.

"Give way, ye coward French!" As this he spoke,
And aim'd in fancy a sufficient stroke
To fix the fate of Cre