. Original poems, for infant minds . st Ill buy; And to-morrow again, little Ann shall return,With turnip-tops green and fresh gatherd, to cry. 84 ORIGINAL POEMS, THE VULGAR LITTLE LADY. BUT mamma, now, said Charlotte, pray dont youbelieve That Im better than Jenny, my nurse ?Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve : Her clothes are a thousand times worse. I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do, And the country folks stare at me so ;And nobody dares to control me but you, Because Im a lady, you know. Then servants are vulgar, and I am genteel, Theyre creatures that nobody knows,So
. Original poems, for infant minds . st Ill buy; And to-morrow again, little Ann shall return,With turnip-tops green and fresh gatherd, to cry. 84 ORIGINAL POEMS, THE VULGAR LITTLE LADY. BUT mamma, now, said Charlotte, pray dont youbelieve That Im better than Jenny, my nurse ?Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve : Her clothes are a thousand times worse. I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do, And the country folks stare at me so ;And nobody dares to control me but you, Because Im a lady, you know. Then servants are vulgar, and I am genteel, Theyre creatures that nobody knows,So Im sure now, mamma, that Im better a deal, Than maids, and such people as those. True gentility, Charlotte, her mother replied, Is confined to no station, or place,And nothings so vulgar as folly and pride, Though dressd in red slippers and lace. Not all the fine things that fine ladies possess, Should teach them the poor to despise,For tis in good manners, and not in good dress, That the truest gentility lies. FOR INFANT MIND3. 85. THE HORSE. A HORSE, long usd to bit and bridle,But always much disposd to idle,Had often wishd that he was ableTo steal unnoticd from the stable. He panted from his inmost soul,To be at nobodys control,Go his own pace, slower or faster,In short, do nothing—like his master. But yet he neer had got at large,If Jack (who had him in his charge,Had not, as many have before,Forgot to shut the stable door. Dobbin, with expectation swelling,Now rose to quit his present dwelling,But first peepd out with cautious fearT examine if the coast was clear. At length he venturd from his station,And with extreme self-approbation,As if deliverd from a load,He gallopd to the public road, 86 ORIGINAL POEMS, And here he stood awhile debating(Till he was almost tird of waiting,Which way hed please to bend his course,Now there was nobody to force. At last, uncheckd by bit or rein,He saunterd down a pleasant lane,And neighd forth many a jocund song,In triumph, as he pass
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