MY father and mother are dead, Nor friend, nor relation I know; And now the cold earth is their be… And daisies will over them grow. I cast my eyes into the tomb,

“But, mamma, now, ” said Charlott… That I’m better than Jenny, my nu… Only see my red shoes, and the lac… Her clothes are a thousand times w… ”I ride in my coach, and have noth…

Poor Martha is old, and her hair… And her hearing has left her for m… Ten to one if she knows what it is… Though she puts her poor wither’d… I’ve seen naughty children run aft…

‘OH, look at that great ugly spid… And screaming, she brush’d it away… ‘Tis a frightful black creature as… I wish that it would not come craw… ‘Indeed,’ said her mother, 'I’ll…

IN tears to her mother poor Harri… Let us listen to hear what she say… ‘O see, dear mamma, it is pouring… We cannot go out in the chaise. ’All the week I have long’d for t…

Come, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along, and never fear, I’ll take care of baby dear: Up and down with little feet,

‘AGAIN, Matilda, is your work u… Your scissors, where are they? you… Your needles, pins, and thread and… Your housewife here, and there you… ‘Fie, fie, my child! indeed this w…

Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush'd me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest… My Mother. When sleep forsook my open eye,

My sweet little girl should be che… She must not be fretful and cry! Oh! why is this passion? remember,… GOD sees you, who lives in the sk… That dear little face, that I lik…

WHY does my Anna toss her head, And look so scornfully around, As if she scarcely deign’d to trea… Upon the daisy-dappled ground? Does fancied beauty fire thine eye…

THE wind blows down the largest t… And yet the wind I cannot see! Playmates far off, who have been k… My thought can bring before my min… The past by it is present brought,

OLD John had an apple-tree, heal… Which bore the best codlins that e… So juicy, so mellow, and red; And when they were ripe, he dispos… To children or any who pass’d by h…

I’m a helpless cripple child, Gentle Christians, pity me; Once, in rosy health I smiled, Blithe and gay as you can be, And upon the village green

TWO good little children, named… Both happily live, as good girls a… And though they are not either sul… They seldom or never are heard to… If one wants a thing that the othe…

Ah! why will my dear little girl b… And cry, and look sulky, and pout? To lose her sweet smile is a terri… I can’t even kiss her without. You say you don’t like to be wash’…