Jen-ny blushed be-hind her fan, and thus de-clared her mind, "Since, dear-est Bob, I love you well, I take your of-fer kind; Cher-ry pie is very nice, and so is currant wine, But I must wear my plain brown gown, and never go too fine." God made the trees in the wood, and dressed them out in their robes of green. He filled them with the hap-py birds that sing their glad songs as they sit on the branch-es sway-ing in the breeze. He made the grass that grows in the mead-ows, and the horses and cows, the sheep and the goats, that crop the sweet ver-dure or lie at rest a-mong the daisies and but-ter-cups and clover. He made the corn grow in the fields, and wave in the breeze, to fill with a rich har-vest the farm-er's yard, and the mill-er's sacks, and the ba-ker's ov-en. I'll tell you all a-bout the Swan, Down by the mill in the vale; He spreads his wings, and then he can Just like the ship I saw to-day, He stretch-es out his grace-ful neck, His wings are whit-er than the snow, The swan is proud of the pomp and show, The ducks and geese and coots stand by, And show re-spect when he draws nigh. Editor. shop on the gar-den plot. Aunt Jane is pleased to watch their pranks as she plaits pret-ty rush-es into a bas-ket for Ba-by. She has placed him on her plaid, where he prat-tles pret-ti-ly, and looks as plump and ros-y as a young prince. Aunt. Jane is not prim, but fond of lit-tle folks and their fun. The chil-dren are proud of their plans for show-ing their goods. They pluck some laur-el leaves from the plants near, and place them on a plate. Then they lay on them the prunes or dried plums that Aunt gave them. "Pray," says Aunt, "will you sell Ba-by a prune?" 66 Oh, yes!" say the lit-tle girls, "with pleas-ure." Then they press Aunt to take one, too; but Aunt smiles, and says she will get one when they close their shop. Milk comes from the Cow. We make butter and cheese of ( We make clothes of ( ). Lea-ther comes from the Ox. We make boots and shoes of ( ). ). Silk comes from the Silk-worm. We make rib-bons and dress-es of ( Hair comes from the Horse. We stuff so-fas and chairs with ( ). Down comes from the Duck. We stuff so fas and pil-lows with ( ). Drag-on-fly! drag-on-fly! fly o'er the brook, Sting all the bad boys that for the fish look; But let all the good boys catch all the fish they can, And then take them home to be fried in a pan. With nice bread and but-ter they shall sup upon their fish, While all the lit-tle naugh-ty boys shall on-ly lick the dish. ra-ven daugh-ter knees croak tum-bled A Farm-er went trot-ting up-on his gray mare, Bump-it-y, bump-it-y, bump, bump, bump; With his daugh-ter be-hind him, so young and so fair, Lump-it-y, lump-it-y, lump, lump, lump. A ra-ven cried "Croak," and they all tum-bled down, Bump-it-y, bump-it-y, bump, bump, bump, The mare broke her knees, and the Farm-er his crown, Lump-it-y, lump-it-y, lump, lump, lump. |