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Mother Goose and her Son Jack.


OLD Mother Goose,

Jack rode to his mother, When she wanted to wander,

The news for to tell ; Would ride through the air

She called him a good boy On a very fine gander.

And said it was well. Mother Goose had a house,

Jack sold his gold egg 'Twas built in a wood,

To a rogue of a Jew, Where an owl at the door

Who cheated him out of For sentinel stood.

The half of his due. That is her son Jack,

Then Jack went a-courting A smart-looking lad;

A lady so gay, He is not very good,

As fair as the lily, Nor yet very bad.

And sweet as the May. She sent him to market;

The Jew and the Squire A live goose he bought ;

Came close at his back “Here, mother," says he,

And began to belabour
It will not go for nought.”

The sides of poor Jack.
Jack's goose and her gander

And then the gold egg Grew very fond,

Was thrown into the sea They'd both eat together,

But Jack he jumped in, Or swim in one pond.

And got it back presently. Jack found one morning,

The Jew got the goose, As I have been told,

Which he vowed he would kill, His goose had laid him

Resolving at once
An egg of pure gold.

His pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in,

And caught the goose soon
And mounting its back,

Flew up to the moon.

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Simple Story of Simple Simon.

He went to catch a dicky-bird,

And thought he could not fail,
Because he'd got a little salt

To put upon its tail.
Then Simple Simon went a-hunting

For to catch a hare ;
He rode on a goat about the street,

But could not find one there.

SIMPLE SIMON met a pieman

Going to the fair ;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman

“Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,

“Show me first your penny." Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

“ Indeed I have not any." Simple Simon went a-fishing

For to catch a whale ; All the water he had got

Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look

If plums grew on a thistle ;
He prick'd his fingers very much,

Which made poor Simon whistle.

Simon made a great snow-ball,

And brought it in to roast;
He laid it down before the fire,

And soon the ball was lost.
And Simon he would honey eat

Out of the mustard-pot;
He bit his tongue until he cried, -

That was all the good he got.



The Children in the Wood.

Blind Beggar's Daughter

of Bethnal Green.

I'LL tell you a story of two pretty babes,

A brother and sister they were, Whose parents were dead, and these children were

left To a treacherous uncle's stern care.

And cruel, indeed, was that uncle to them,

Nor heeded their parents' command, He gave them in charge to two robbers that he

Might inherit their houses and land.

To murder these children the robbers he paid,

But they, not so cruel as he, Took the babes to a wood, and there left them to

weep All night sitting under a tree.

A PRETTIER maiden hath seldom been seen
Than the Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bethnal

Brave suitors had Bessie of every degree,
Who soon turned their backs on her low pedigree.
One knight was more true and he stole her away,
Quite early one morn, at the break of the day.
His kinsmen reproached him and said in their

pride, It would be a disgrace if he made her his bride. But Bessie's old father, as I have been told, Said "I am quite ready to drop gold for gold. Each piece that you drop shall be doubled by me, To show that my Daughter your equal can be. Though I a poor beggar have forty years been, My young days were passed in a different scene Sir Simon de Montfort, my father, was slain At Evesham, and I lost my eyes on that plain ; A baron's fair daughter, my nurse and my bride, Was the mother of Bessie, who sits by your side, Sir Knight, take your Lady of equal degree, And be a good husband to pretty Bessie.”

Next morning they wandered about the greenwood,

Clinging closely to each other's side, Till hungry and weary they laid themselves down,

And there the poor children, they died.

The sweet robin-redbreasts came day after day,

And carefully covered them o'er With leaves as they lay; but their spirits are gone

To where they will never weep more.


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Little Red Riding Hood.


Why, here's a wolf! Come, let us kill him they all exclaimed.

“No, no, don't kill him," said Little Red Riding Hood. “I don't think he can be so very savage, for he did not touch me before you came up.”

“Well, well, child, we'll let him go this once for

your sake."

In a little thatched cottage near the forest in Hampshire, which is called the “New Forest," there lived a hard-working couple. The husband was a fagot-maker, and the wife used to spend all her spare time in spinning thread.

They had only one child, a little daughter, who at the time of this story was about eight years old.

It was this child's great delight to be useful and helpful to her parents, who were very fond of her, and so were all her friends, and no one more so than her dear old grandmother.

Her grandmother, who was old, had herself made for her a little red hood such as was then worn in riding. It was a nice comfortable little hood, and so warm and pleasant to wear, that the little girl never went out without it when the weather was wet or cold, and so she at last got the name of “Little Red Riding Hood.”

Her grandmother taught her how to knit, to spin, to bake bread, and to make butter, and how to be kind and truthful, and how to love and fear God.

This good woman fell sick, and Little Red Riding Hood was sent every day by her mother to attend to her.

aving got up very early one morning, she said to her mother :-“Pray, dear mother, let me take a pot of our new honey to grandmother this morning."

So you shall,” answered the mother, “and also a nice pat of fresh butter.”

As soon as they were gone the wolf said, “ Many thanks, dear little friend. You are going, I believe, to see your grandmother. Where does the dear creature live ?" “In a little cottage which is covered with woodbine and jessamine, not far from Copthurst Gate," answered Little Red Riding Hood." Good-by, good-by," said the wolf eagerly, and ran off.

As soon as he was gone, Little Red Riding Hood began to pick a nosegay for her grandmother ; but she was rather uneasy as to the questions of the wolf, and was afraid lest any mischief should happen through what she had told him. “The best thing I can do," she said, “will be to hasten onwards as quickly as possible.”


Little Red Riding Hood was ready dressed in a few minutes. The morning was beautifully bright. The birds were warbling over her head. She tripped along with a heart full of joy.

When she came to a part of the forest which was rather dark, a very large wolf suddenly stepped out. Little Red Riding Hood was startled, but walked on quickly. The wolf followed her and overtook her. He showed his sharp, white teeth, and looked very frightful. He looked as if he would eat her up. The little girl began to be frightened.

The wolf, when he left her, darted through the forest, and ran as hard as he could until he reached the house of the grandmother ; and, finding that she was alone, he rushed in and flew upon the bed, tore her out of it, and ate her up in a few minutes, When he had finished the meal, he thought to himself, “ Little Red Riding Hood will soon be here, and she will make a most delicious feast. But I must hide myself from her until she is fairly inside of the cottage.” He then put on one of the grandmother's night-gowns and night-caps, and jumped into the bed. Presently Little Red Riding Hood tapped against the door. “Who's there?” said the wolf, trying to speak like the grandmother.

“Only Little Red Riding Hood."

“Pull down the latch and come in, my child." So Little Red Riding Hood entered, but it struck her ear that her grandmother's voice was very hoarse. “I am afraid, dearest granny,

that your cold is worse. I have brought you a pot of my virgin honey, which will do you good; and mother has sent you a little pat of fresh butter.” She then went to the bedside, and, gently pulling aside the curtain, saw a head which, though in her grandmother's night-cap, did not altogether seem like that of her grandmother's. She thought it was something like the wolfs head. Poor thing! she

Hark! what are those sounds ? It is the noise of some fagot-makers at work.

How different the wolf looks now! how demure ! he walks gently along, and seems quite another animal. Presently up come the fagot-makers, and the wolf slunk by the side of the little girl, as though he were afraid of them.

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