. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . and whips for the boys,With wheelbarrows, horses and drays, And bureaus and trunks for Dollys new clothes;All these in his pack he displays. Of candy, too, both twisted and striped,He had furnished a plentiful store; While raisins and figs, and prunes and grapes,Hung up on a peg by the door. TIP almost ready,* quoth he, quoth he, And Christmas is almost here;But one thing more—I must write a book, And give to each one this year. So he clapped his specks or his little round nose, And seizing the stump of a pen,He wrote more lines in on
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . and whips for the boys,With wheelbarrows, horses and drays, And bureaus and trunks for Dollys new clothes;All these in his pack he displays. Of candy, too, both twisted and striped,He had furnished a plentiful store; While raisins and figs, and prunes and grapes,Hung up on a peg by the door. TIP almost ready,* quoth he, quoth he, And Christmas is almost here;But one thing more—I must write a book, And give to each one this year. So he clapped his specks or his little round nose, And seizing the stump of a pen,He wrote more lines in one little hour Than you ever could read in ten. He told them stories all pretty and new, And wrote them all out in rhyme;Then packed them away with his box of toys To distribute one at a time. And Cunstmas Eve when all were in bed, Right down the chimney he flew;And stretching the stocking leg out at the top, He clapped in a book for you. —Unknown. Such is the patriots boast whereer we first, best country ever is at home. —Oliver Goldsimfi*. A RIDDLE.(A book.) Im a strange contradiction; Im new, and Im old,Im often in tatters and oft decked with I never could read, yet lettered Im found;Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound;Im always in black, and Im always in white;Im grave and Im gay, I am heavy and light-ID form, too, I differ—Im thick and Im thin, TV no flesh and no bones, yet Im covered with skin; Ive more points than the compass, more stops than the flute; I sing without voice, without speaking confute. Im English, Im German, Im French, and Im Dutch; Some love me too fondly, some slight me too much; I often die soon, though I sometimes live ages, And no mon;*rrh alive has so many pages. - —riannah More. A BOYS SONG. Where the pools are bright and deep,Where the gray trout lies asleep,Up the river and oer the lea,Thats the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest,Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,Where the
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