he says I must call it "Miss Poll,"
And make it a bonnet to wear.

O pretty new Doll! it looks fine;
Its cheeks are all cover'd with red;
But, pray, will it always be mine?
And, pray, may I take it to bed?

How kind was my sister to buy
This Dolly, with hair that will curl!
Perhaps, if you want to know why,
She'll tell you I've been a good girl.

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THE GOOD BOY.

When Philip's good mama was ill,
The servant begg'd he would be still.
Because the doctor and the nurse
Had said that noise would make her worse.

At night, when Philip went to bed,
He kiss'd mama, and whisp'ring said,
"My dear mama, I never will
Make any noise when you are ill."

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MISS SOPHIA.

Miss Sophy, one fine sunny day,
Left her work and ran away:
When soon she reach'd the garden gate,
Which finding lock'd, she would not wait,
But tried to climb and scramble o'er
A gate as high as any door.

Now little girls should never climb,
And Sophy won't another time,
For when upon the highest rail
Her frock was caught upon a nail,
She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,
Was hurt and bruis'd--for down she fell.

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PRETTY PUSS.

Come, pretty Cat!
Come here to me!
I want to pat
You on my knee.

Go, naughty Tray!
By barking thus,
You'll drive away,
My pretty Puss.

POLITENESS.

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Good little boys should never say,
_I will_, and, _Give me these_;
O no! that never is the way,
But, _Mother, if you please_.

And, _if you please_, to sister Ann,
Good boys to say are ready;
And, _Yes, Sir_, to a gentleman,
And, _Yes, Ma'am_, to a lady.

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MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE.

Mama, how happy I can be,
Whilst sitting face to face with thee,
I hear you gently speak, and see
Your needle quickly fly!

'Tis then you teach my little heart
That virtue is the fairest part,
And thinking on how good thou art,
To be as good I try.

Then speaking of God's awful power,
His care and kindness every hour,
I learn to love and to adore
This Father in the sky.

And, taught no bad or idle ways,
I try to gain your love and praise,
And wonder whilst on you I gaze,
Why any fear to die.

Since God's indulgent care is shown,
In calling each good child his own,
We'll happy be before his throne,
When called up on high.

And there, mama, may I and you
Love