[Illustration: Clever Frog playing Fiddle.]
Sacred to the Memory of our dear LITTLE RUBY, who departed this life
March 27th, 1890, aged 8 years. She was intelligent, industrious,
affectionate and sociable, and is deeply regretted by all who knew
her.
There is no flock, however watched and tended
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoever defended
But has one vacant chair!
There is no death! what seems so is transition
This life of mortal breath,
Is but a suburb of life Elysian
Whose portal we call death.
She is not dead--the child of our affection--
But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection
And GOD himself doth rule.
[Page 29--Vally Cole And His Clever Dog]
[Illustration: Vally Cole.]
Our Vally had a Clever Dog,
whose name was EBENEZER.
Sometimes this dog was very good,
At other times a TEASER.
[Illustration: Vally and Ebenezer sitting on rail.]
One day they went to take a bath,
And both sat on a rail;
Our Vally hung his legs right down,
The dog hung down his tail.
[Illustration: Ebenezer and Tom snoozing.]
This funny Dog one Christmas day,
Directly after dinner,
Just lean'd his sleepy head against
Old Tom, our snoozing sinner.
[Page 30--Boy's Stories]
Tommy Trot, a man of law,
Sold his bed and lay upon straw;
Sold the straw and slept on grass,
To buy his wife a looking-glass.
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Little Jack Jingle,
He used to live single;
But when he got tired of this kind of life,
He left off being single, and lived with his wife.
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I'll tell you a story
About Jack Nory,--
And now my story's begun:
I'll tell you another
About Jack his brother,--
And now my story's done.
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Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat
Of an old nanny-goat,
I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring and a ting tang,
And a ring and a ting tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
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"John, come sell thy fiddle,
And buy thy wife a gown."
"No; I'll not sell my fiddle
For any wife in town."
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Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
If ever thou mean'st to thrive;
Nay, I'll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad,
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
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Jack was a fisherman
Who went out one day,
But couldn't catch a single fish,
And so he came away.
And then he came home,
This angler so bold,
And found he'd caught something--
For he'd caught a cold.
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The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summer day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole those tarts
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
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Charley Wag
Ate the pudding and left the bag.
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