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WHAT THIS LITTLE BOOK HAS TO SAY FOR ITSELF.
OW, what have you brought for me, little book,
And what brings you here to me?
Oh, I come from a friend, who does fully intend
And first there's a Primer might please Mrs. TRIMMER,
What with pictures and spelling, I'm sure there's no telling,
And then for some fun, when the lessons are done,
And then what there more is of beautiful storics
For I'm certain that no boys but dreadfully slow boys,
Can throw me away, and go off to their play,
HERE'S happy little Henry-he sits on Nursey's knee: He's learned to say his letters, and knows great A from B. He's earned this pretty Picture Book which now he's looking through,
And if you do as well as he, perhaps there's one for