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The affection that freely was given to Jane。
Ann Taylor ＇1782…1866＇
MEDDLESOME MATTY
One ugly trick has often spoiled
The sweetest and the best；
Matilda； though a pleasant child；
One ugly trick possessed；
Which； like a cloud before the skies；
Hid all her better qualities。
Sometimes she'd lift the tea…pot lid；
To peep at what was in it；
Or tilt the kettle； if you did
But turn your back a minute。
In vain you told her not to touch；
Her trick of meddling grew so much。
Her grandmamma went out one day；
And by mistake she laid
Her spectacles and snuff…box gay
Too near the little maid；
〃Ah！ well；〃 thought she； 〃I'll try them on；
As soon as grandmamma is gone。〃
Forthwith she placed upon her nose
The glasses large and wide；
And looking round； as I suppose；
The snuff…box too she spied：
〃Oh！ what a pretty box is that；
I'll open it；〃 said little Matt。
〃I know that grandmamma would say；
'Don't meddle with it； dear'；
But then； she's far enough away；
And no one else is near：
Besides； what can there be amiss
In opening such a box as this？〃
So thumb and finger went to work
To move the stubborn lid；
And presently a mighty jerk
The mighty mischief did；
For all at once； ah！ woeful case；
The snuff came puffing in her face。
Poor eyes； and nose； and mouth； beside；
A dismal sight presented；
In vain； as bitterly she cried；
Her folly she repented。
In vain she ran about for ease；
She could do nothing now but sneeze。
She dashed the spectacles away；
To wipe her tingling eyes；
And as in twenty bits they lay；
Her grandmamma she spies。
〃Heydey！ and what's the matter now？〃
Cried grandmamma； with lifted brow。
Matilda； smarting with the pain；
And tingling still； and sore；
Made many a promise to refrain
From meddling evermore。
And 'tis a fact； as I have heard；
She ever since has kept her word。
Ann Taylor ＇1782…1866＇
CONTENTED JOHN
One honest John Tomkins； a hedger and ditcher；
Although he was poor； did not want to be richer；
For all such vain wishes in him were prevented
By a fortunate habit of being contented。
Though cold were the weather； or dear were the food；
John never was found in a murmuring mood；
For this he was constantly heard to declare； …
What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear。
〃For why should I grumble and murmur？〃 he said；
〃If I cannot get meat； I'll be thankful for bread；
And； though fretting may make my calamities deeper；
It can never cause bread and cheese to be cheaper。〃
If John was afflicted with sickness or pain；
He wished himself better； but did not complain；
Nor lie down to fret in despondence and sorrow；
But said that he hoped to be better to…morrow。
If any one wronged him or treated him ill；
Why； John was good…natured and sociable still；
For he said that revenging the injury done
Would be making two rogues when there need be but one。
And thus honest John； though his station was humble；
Passed through this sad world without even a grumble；
And I wish that some folks； who are greater and richer；
Would copy John Tomkins； the hedger and ditcher。
Jane Taylor ＇1783…1824＇
FRIENDS
How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree！
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me。
The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head；
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother； before bed。
The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things；
And though I cannot see him pass；
I feel his careful wings。
So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see；
A child should never feel a fear；
Wherever he may be。
Abbie Farwell Brown ＇1875…1927＇
ANGER
Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace。
It must have some reason in it；
And not last beyond a minute。
If to further lengths it go；
It does into malice grow。
'Tis the difference that we see
'Twixt the serpent and the bee。
If the latter you provoke；
It inflicts a hasty stroke；
Puts you to some little pain；
But it never stings again。
Close in tufted bush or brake
Lurks the poison…swelled snake
Nursing up his cherished wrath；
In the purlieus of his path；
In the cold； or in the warm；
Mean him good； or mean him harm；
Wheresoever fate may bring you；
The vile snake will always sting you。
Charles and Mary Lamb
〃THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL〃
There was a little girl； who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead；
And when she was good she was very； very good；
But when she was bad she was horrid。
She stood on her head； on her little trundle…bed；
With nobody by for to hinder；
She screamed and she squalled； she yelled and she bawled；
And drummed her little heels against the winder。
Her mother heard the noise； and thought it was the boys
Playing in the empty attic；
She rushed upstairs； and caught her unawares；
And spanked her； most emphatic。
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ＇1807…1882＇
THE REFORMATION OF GODFREY GORE
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore …
No doubt you have heard the name before …
Was a boy who never would shut a door！
The wind might whistle； the wind might roar；
And teeth be aching and throats be sore；
But still he never would shut the door。
His father would beg； his mother implore；
〃Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore；
We really do wish you would shut the door！〃
Their hands they wrung； their hair they tore；
But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore。
When he walked forth the folks would roar；
〃Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore；
Why don't you think to shut the door？〃
They rigged out a Shutter with sail and oar；
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore。
But he begged for mercy； and said； 〃No more！
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a Shutter； and then I will shut the door！〃
〃You will？〃 said his parents； 〃then keep on shore！
But mind you do！ For the plague is sore
Of a fellow that never will shut the door；
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore！〃
William Brighty Rands ＇1823…1882＇
THE BEST FIRM
A pretty good firm is 〃Watch & Waite；〃
And another is 〃Attit； Early & Layte；〃
And still another is 〃Doo & Dairet；〃
But the best is probably 〃Grinn & Barrett。〃
Walter G。 Doty ＇1876…
A LITTLE PAGE'S SONG
（13th Century）
God's lark at morning I would be！
I'd set my heart within a tree
Close to His bed and sing to Him
Right merrily
A sunrise hymn。
At night I'd be God's troubadour！
Beneath His starry walls I'd pour
Across the moat such roundelays
He'd love me sure …
And maybe praise！
William Alexander Percy ＇1885…
HOW THE LITTLE KITE LEARNED TO FLY
〃I never can do it；〃 the little kite said；
As he looked at the others high over his head；
〃I know I should fall if I tried to fly。〃
〃Try；〃 said the big kite； 〃only try！
Or I fear you never will learn at all。〃
But the little kite said； 〃I'm afraid I'll fall。〃
The big kite nodded： 〃Ah well； goodby；
I'm off；〃 and he rose toward the tranquil sky。
Then the little kite's paper stirred at the sight；
And trembling he shook himself free for flight。
First whirling and frightened； then braver grown；
Up； up he rose through the air alone；
Till the big kite looking down could see
The little one rising steadily。
Then how the little kite thrilled with pride；
As he sailed with the big kite side by side！
While far below he could see the ground；
And the boys like small spots moving round。
They rested high in the quiet air；
And only the birds and the clouds were there。
〃Oh； how happy I am！〃 the little kite cried；
〃And all because I was brave； and tried。〃
Unknown
THE BUTTERFLY AND THE BEE
Methought I heard a butterfly
Say to a laboring bee；
〃Thou hast no colors of the sky
On painted wings like me。〃
〃Poor child of vanity！ those dyes；
And colors bright and rare；〃
With mild reproof； the bee replies；
〃Are all beneath my care。〃
〃Content I toil from morn till eve；
And； scorning idleness；
To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave
The vanity of dress。〃
William Lisle Bowles ＇1762…1850＇
THE BUTTERFLY
The butterfly； an idle thing；
Nor honey makes； nor yet can sing；
As do the bee and bird；
Nor does it； like the prudent ant；
Lay up the grain for times of want；
A wise and cautious hoard。
My youth is but a summer's day：
Then like the bee and ant I'll lay
A store of learning by；
And though from flower to flower I rove；
My stock of wisdom I'll improve；
Nor be a butterfly。
Adelaide O'Keefe ＇1776…1855＇
MORNING
The lark is up to meet the sun；
The bee is on the wing；
The ant her labor has begun；
The woods with music ring。
