. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . ronounce not imperfectly, norbring your words too hastily, but orderly and distinctly. Associate yourself with men of good quality, if you esteemyour own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in badcompany. —George Washington. When we are alone, we have our thoughts to watch, iathe family our tempers, in company our tongues. —Hannah More. THE LOST DOLL. I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world;Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly I lost my poor little
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . ronounce not imperfectly, norbring your words too hastily, but orderly and distinctly. Associate yourself with men of good quality, if you esteemyour own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in badcompany. —George Washington. When we are alone, we have our thoughts to watch, iathe family our tempers, in company our tongues. —Hannah More. THE LOST DOLL. I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world;Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day;And I cried for her more than a week, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on tne heath one day;Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away,And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled;Yet for old sakes sake, she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. —Charles OLD SANTA CLATTS. Old Santa Claus sat alone in his den, With his leg crossed over his knee;While a comical look peeped out of his eyes. For a funny old fellow was he. His queer little cap was tumbled and torn, And his wig it was all awry;But he sat and mused the whole day long, While the hours went flying by. He had been as busy as busy couid be, In filling his pack with toys;He had gathered his nuts and baked his pies, To give to the girls and boys. There were dolls for the girls, 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
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