The Rose.
XXVIII.
The Rose.
"DearMother," said a little boy,
"DearMother," said a little boy,
"DearMother," said a little boy,
"This rose is sweet and red;Then tell me, pray, the reason whyI heard you call it dead?
"This rose is sweet and red;Then tell me, pray, the reason whyI heard you call it dead?
"This rose is sweet and red;
"I did not think it was alive,I never heard it talk,Nor did I ever see it strive,To run about or walk!""My dearest boy," the mother said,"This rose grew on a tree:But now its leaves begin to fade,And all fall off, you see."Before, when growing on the bough,So beautiful and red,We say it liv'd; but, with'ring now,We say the rose is dead."
"I did not think it was alive,I never heard it talk,Nor did I ever see it strive,To run about or walk!"
"My dearest boy," the mother said,"This rose grew on a tree:But now its leaves begin to fade,And all fall off, you see.
"Before, when growing on the bough,So beautiful and red,We say it liv'd; but, with'ring now,We say the rose is dead."
Poisonous Fruit.
XXIX.
Poisonous Fruit.
AsTommy and his sister JaneWere walking down a shady lane,They saw some berries, bright and red,That hung around and over head;
AsTommy and his sister JaneWere walking down a shady lane,They saw some berries, bright and red,That hung around and over head;
And soon the bough they bended down,To make the scarlet fruit their own;And part they ate, and part, in play,They threw about, and flung away.But long they had not been at homeBefore poor Jane and little TomWere taken, sick and ill, to bed,And since, I've heard, they both are dead.Alas! had Tommy understoodThat fruit in lanes is seldom good,He might have walk'd with little JaneAgain along the shady lane.
And soon the bough they bended down,To make the scarlet fruit their own;And part they ate, and part, in play,They threw about, and flung away.
But long they had not been at homeBefore poor Jane and little TomWere taken, sick and ill, to bed,And since, I've heard, they both are dead.
Alas! had Tommy understoodThat fruit in lanes is seldom good,He might have walk'd with little JaneAgain along the shady lane.
Dangerous Sport.
XXX.
Dangerous Sport.
Poor Peterwas burnt by the poker one day,When he made it look pretty and red!For the beautiful sparks made him think it fine play,To lift it as high as his head.
Poor Peterwas burnt by the poker one day,When he made it look pretty and red!For the beautiful sparks made him think it fine play,To lift it as high as his head.
But, somehow it happen'd, his finger and thumbWere terribly scorch'd by the heat;And he scream'd out aloud for his mother to come,And stamp'd on the floor with his feet!Now if Peter had minded his mother's command,His fingers would not have been sore;And he promis'd again, as she bound up his hand,To play with hot pokers no more.
But, somehow it happen'd, his finger and thumbWere terribly scorch'd by the heat;And he scream'd out aloud for his mother to come,And stamp'd on the floor with his feet!
Now if Peter had minded his mother's command,His fingers would not have been sore;And he promis'd again, as she bound up his hand,To play with hot pokers no more.
The Stranger.
XXXI.
The Stranger.
Whoknocks so loudly at the gate?The night is dark, the hour is late,And rain comes pelting down!O, 'tis a stranger gone astray!That calls to ask the nearest wayTo yonder little town.
Whoknocks so loudly at the gate?The night is dark, the hour is late,And rain comes pelting down!O, 'tis a stranger gone astray!That calls to ask the nearest wayTo yonder little town.
Why, tis a long and dreary mileFor one o'ercome with cold and toil;Go to him, Charles, and say,"Good stranger! here repose to-night,And with the morning's earliest light,We'll guide you on your way."
Why, tis a long and dreary mileFor one o'ercome with cold and toil;Go to him, Charles, and say,"Good stranger! here repose to-night,And with the morning's earliest light,We'll guide you on your way."
HYMN.
XXXII.
HYMN.
OLord! my infant voice I raise,Thy holy name to bless!In daily songs of thanks and praise,For mercies numberless.
OLord! my infant voice I raise,Thy holy name to bless!In daily songs of thanks and praise,For mercies numberless.
For parents, who have taught me right,That thou art good and true;And though unseen by my weak sight,Thou seest all I do.Let all my thoughts and actions riseFrom innocence and truth;And thou, O Lord! wilt not despiseThe prayer of early youth.As through thy power I live and move,And say, "Thy will be done;"O keep, in mercy and in love,The work thou hast begun.
For parents, who have taught me right,That thou art good and true;And though unseen by my weak sight,Thou seest all I do.
Let all my thoughts and actions riseFrom innocence and truth;And thou, O Lord! wilt not despiseThe prayer of early youth.
As through thy power I live and move,And say, "Thy will be done;"O keep, in mercy and in love,The work thou hast begun.
OF
FORGOTTEN CHILDREN'S BOOKS.
PUBLISHERS' NOTE.
Thelittle books printed about a hundred years ago "for the amusement of little masters and misses" must now be looked for in the cabinets of the curious. The type is quaint, the illustrations quainter and the grayish tinted paper abounds in obtrusive specks of embedded dirt. For the covers, gaudy Dutch gilt paper was used, or paper with patchy blobs of startlingly contrasted colours laid on with a brush by young people. The text, always amusing, is of course redolent of earlier days.
1899-1900.
LONDON: PUBLISHED BYThe Leadenhall Prefs, Ltd: 50, Leadenhall Street, E.C.Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co., Ltd:
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1. THE DAISY;or, Cautionary Stories in Verse, adapted to Ideas of Children from Four to Eight Years Old. 1807.
Re-prints of this laughter-laden little book, written by Mrs.Elizabeth Turner, followed each other right up to about 1850: in the illustrated edition before the reader, nothing is omitted and nothing is added.
With a view to greater profit, the publisher discarded the pretty copperplates which adorned the first edition (now a thing of price) substituting roughly cut wooden blocks.
2. THE COWSLIP;or, More Cautionary Stories in Verse. By the author of that much-admired little work, entitledThe Daisy. 1811.
Under this title in 1811 Mrs. Turner wrote some more Cautionary Stories which became almost as popular asThe Daisy. She also wrote other books of poetry for children, includingThe Crocus,The Pink, andShort Poems; but none had the charm or vogue ofThe DaisyandThe Cowslip.
3. NEW RIDDLE-BOOK. ByJohn-the-Giant-Killer, Esquire. 1778.
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Back coverThe back cover image was repaired by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.
The back cover image was repaired by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.
The back cover image was repaired by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:Obvious printer errors have been corrected. Otherwise, the author's original spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been left intact.
Obvious printer errors have been corrected. Otherwise, the author's original spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been left intact.