Jane and Eliza 61 'Twas thought by some people who slightly had seen them, There was not a pin to be chosen between them; But no one for long in this notion persisted, Eliza knew well that she could not be pleasing, So, when she was out, with much labour and pain, But in spite of her care it would sometimes befall Her temper broke loose, and her dimples dispersed. But Jane, who had nothing she wanted to hide, The smiles that upon her sweet countenance were, Ann Taylor. DIRTY JIM. HERE was one little Jim, And must be to his lasting disgrace, That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt, And often they made him quite clean; But all was in vain, He was dirty again, And not at all fit to be seen. Then to wash he was sent, He reluctantly went With water to splash himself o'er; But he seldom was seen To have washed himself clean, And often look'd worse than before. The idle and bad Like this little lad, May be dirty, and black, to be sure; But good boys are seen To be decent and clean, Although they are ever so poor. Jane Taylor. Wishing 63 WISHING. ING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose blowing in the Spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to keep across, And the Elm-tree for our King! Nay-nay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, O-no! I wish I were a Robin, Well-tell! Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For Mother's kiss-sweeter this Than any other thing! William Allingham. THE LION AND THE MOUSE. LION with the heat oppressed, A One day composed himself to rest; But whilst he dozed, as he intended, And travelled over him, and round him, Who straightway woke, with wrath immense, Who thought it best at last to give 'Twas nearly twelve months after this, The lion chanced his way to miss; When pressing forward, heedless yet. With dreadful rage, he stamped and tore, The Sheep Then what the lion's utmost strength Few are so small or weak, I guess, 65 Jeffreys Taylor. L THE SHEEP. AZY sheep, pray tell me why Eating grass and daisies white, Nay, my little master, nay, Sure it seems a pleasant thing |