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Title: Little Mary
The Picture-Book

Author: Sabina Cecil

Release Date: November 2, 2007 [EBook #23288]

Language: English

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[Illustration: _T Piggot Delin_

Evening--Setting Sun.

_Published Dec. 1^{st} 1800 by John Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary
Church-Yard London_]

LITTLE MARY;

OR, THE

PICTURE-BOOK.

BY SABINA CECIL.

London:
PRINTED AND SOLD BY
JOHN MARSHALL,
140, FLEET STREET,
_From Aldermary Church-Yard_,
1823.

_Price Sixpence._

It is evening; the sun is setting, and the shepherd, who tends the
flocks of little Mary's Papa, is, with his good little dog, driving the
sheep to the fold, where they will rest in safety. That is his cottage
which stands on the other side of the road.

The tongs stood in the room where Mary oft staid,
And the lantern gave light to the hall where she play'd.

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The table was placed in the corner quite snug,
And the milk for her breakfast was put in the jug.

[Illustration: Tongs. A Hall Lantern.

A Table. A Jug.

_Published Feb. 1^{st} 1800 by J. Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church
Yard_]

If you look on the other side of the leaf, you will see the picture of
the park that little Mary one day passed through, where she first saw
the deer.

[Illustration: TATTON, in Cheshire, the seat of W^{m}. Egerton, Esq.

_Published Dec 1^{st} 1800 by John Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church
Yard London_]

Should you not have liked to have been with her, and jumped and played
on the lawn, and in the shrubberies.

When little Mary was cold, 'twas Mamma's desire,
That in this pretty stove should be made a nice fire.

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