Uncle Charles.
A littlegray foxHad a home in the rocks,And most of his naps and his leisure took there;But, one frosty eve,He decided to leave,And for a short absence began to prepare.A letter he wrote;And he brushed up his coat;And he shook out his tail, which was plumy and fine:At first break of dayHe galloped away,At some distant farm-house intending to dine.How gay he did look,As he frisked to the brook,And gazed at himself in the water so clear!He looked with delightAt the beautiful sight;For all was so perfect, from tail-tip to ear!That noon, our gray foxCalled on good Farmer Knox,Where some of the fattest of poultry was kept,And, sly as a mouse,Lay in wait by the house;Or, peeping and watching, he stealthily crept.He felt very sureHe should shortly secureA fat little chicken, or turkey, or goose;And his eyes were as brightAs the stars are at night,As he tried to decide which his foxship should choose.
The Fox
From his sharp-pointed noseTo the tip of his toes,He was all expectation!—when, suddenly "Snap!"With a "click" and a "clack;"And, before he could wink,This smart little fox was caught fast in a trap.And now that gray foxDoes not live in the rocks;And just what his fate was I never have learned:This only I know,That, a long time ago,He left there one morning—and never returned.
Fleta F.
GRASSHOPPER GREEN.
T. Crampton.
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1. Grasshopper Green is a comical chap;He lives on the best of fare;Bright little jacket and breeches and cap,These are his summer wear.Out in the meadows he loves to go,Playing away in the sun;It's hopperty, skipperty, high and low,Summer's the time for fun.2. Grasshopper Green has a dozen wee boys,And soon as their legs grow strong,All of them join in his frolicsome joys,Humming his merry song.Under the leaves in a happy row,Soon as the day has begun;It's hopperty, skipperty, high and low,Summer's the time for fun.3. Grasshopper Green has a quaint little house,It's under a hedge so gay,Grandmother spider as still as a mouse,Envies him o'er the way.Little folks always he calls I know,Out in the beautiful sun:It's hopperty, skipperty, high and low,Summer's the time for fun.
Transcriber's NotesTranscriber's Notes: The January edition of the Nursery had a table of contents for the first six issues of the year. This table was divided to cover each specific issue. A title page copied from the January edition was also used for this number.
Transcriber's Notes: The January edition of the Nursery had a table of contents for the first six issues of the year. This table was divided to cover each specific issue. A title page copied from the January edition was also used for this number.