. Original poems, for infant minds . has any further claim to the in-dulgence of the public, it is the last and only one theyattempt to make. The deficiency of the compositionas poetry, is by no means a secret to their authors:but it was thought desirable to abridge every poeticfreedom and figure, and even every long syllabled wordwhich might give, perhaps, a false idea, to their littlereaders, or at least make a chasm in the chain of con-ception. Images which to us are so familiar that weforget their imagery, are terrible stumbling-blocks tochildren, who have none but literal ideas ; and thou
. Original poems, for infant minds . has any further claim to the in-dulgence of the public, it is the last and only one theyattempt to make. The deficiency of the compositionas poetry, is by no means a secret to their authors:but it was thought desirable to abridge every poeticfreedom and figure, and even every long syllabled wordwhich might give, perhaps, a false idea, to their littlereaders, or at least make a chasm in the chain of con-ception. Images which to us are so familiar that weforget their imagery, are terrible stumbling-blocks tochildren, who have none but literal ideas ; and thoughit maybe allowable to introduce a simple kind, whicha little maternal attention will easily explain, and whichmay tend to excite a taste for natural and poetic beauty,every thing superfluous it has been a primary endeavourto avoid. To those parents into whose hands this little volumemay chance to fall, it is very respectfully inscribed:and very affectionately to that interesting little race—the race of children. ORIGINAL A TRUE STORY. LITTLE ANN and her mother were walking one day, Through Londons wide city so fair;And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square. And as theypassd by the great house of a lord, A beautiful chariot there came,To take some most elegant ladies abroad, Who straitway got into the same. The ladies in feathers and jewels were seen, The chariot was painted all oer,The footmen behind were in silver and green, And four horses gallopd before. Little Ann, by her mother, walkd silent and sad, A tear trickled down from her eye ;Till her mother said, Ann, I should be very glad To know what it is makes thee cry. 1* 6 ORIGINAL POEMS, Ah look ! said the child, at that carriage, mamma All coverd with varnish and gold,Those ladies are riding so charmingly there, While we have to walk in the cold. Thou sayst God is kind to the folks that are good, But surely it cannot so be ;Or else I am certain, almost, that he would Giv
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