I really think
Some scraped potato, or some ink.

"A little vinegar or brandy,
Whichever nurse can find most handy,
All these are good, my little daughter,
But nothing's better than cold water."

REBELLIOUS FRANCES

The babe was in the cradle laid,
And Tom had said his prayers,
When Frances told the nursery-maid
She would not go upstairs!

She cried so loud, her mother came
To ask the reason why,
And said, "Oh, Frances, fie for shame!
Oh fie! oh fie! oh fie!"

But Frances was more naughty still,
And Betty sadly nipp'd;
Until her mother said, "I will--
I must have Frances whipp'd.

"For, oh! how naughty 'tis to cry,
But worse, much worse, to fight,
Instead of running readily,
And calling out, 'Good-night!'"

POISONOUS FRUIT

As Tommy and his sister Jane
Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and overhead.

And soon the bough they bended down,
To make the scarlet fruit their own;
And part they ate, and part in play,
They threw about and flung away.

But long they had not been at home,
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken sick, and ill to bed,
And since, I've heard they both are dead.

Alas! had Tommy understood
That fruit in lanes is seldom good,
He might have walked with little Jane
Again along the shady lane.

BEASTS, BIRDS, Etc.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB

Little Mary was given a woolly-nosed lamb,
And she fed it on ginger and gooseberry jam.
One day Mary was hungry, and longed for lamb chops,
So into the oven her lambkin she pops.
When the oven was opened, Mary opened her eyes,
For, what do you think? There was such a surprise;
In her hurry the oven she'd forgotten to heat,
So out jumped the lamb, and forgetting to bleat,
It said, "Mary, my dear, if there's _no_ gooseberry jam,
I can lunch very well on potatoes and ham."

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I'll tell thee;