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SONGS FOR THE NURSERY. |
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And, Lidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day."
The spider turned him round about,
And went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly
Would soon be back again ; So he wove a subtle thread
In a little corner sly, And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly. He went out to his door again,
And merrily did sing, u Come hither, hither, pretty fly,
With the pearl and silver wing! Your robes are green and purple!
There's a crest upon your head! Your eyes are like the diamond bright,
But mine are dull as lead."
Alas! alas! how very soon
This silly little fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words,
Came slowly flitting by : With buzzing wings she hung aloft,
Then near and nearer drew� Thought only of her brilliant eyes,
And green and purple hue; Thought only of her crested head�
Poor foolish thing! At last Up jumped the cunning spider,
And fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair,
Into his dismal den Within his little parlor�but
She ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children,
Who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words
I pray you ne'er give heed. Unto an evil counselor
Close heart, and ear, and eye, > And learn a lesson from this tale
Of the spider and the fly. |
She tried the key-hole in the door, She tried the crevice in the floor, And drove the chimney soot in.
And then, one night when it was dark, She blew up such a tiny spark
That all the house was bothered; From it she raised up such a flame, As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered.
And thus, when once, my little dears, A whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find. Take my advice, restrain the tongue; Remember what old Nurse has sung
Of busy Lady Wiud. |
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THE TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Very high in the pine-tree
The little turtle-dove Made a pretty nursery,
To please her little love. She was gentle, she was soft;
And her large dark eye Often turned to her mate,
Who was sitting close by.
" Coo !" said the turtle-dove.
" Coo !" said she. " Oh, I love thee!" said the turtle-dove.
"And I love thee." In the long, shady branches
Of the dark pine-tree, How happy were the doves
Iu their little nursery!
The young turtle-doves
Never quarreled in their nest; For they dearly loved each other,
Though they loved their mother best. " Coo!" said the little doves.
" Coo !" said she. And they played together kindly
In the dark pine-tree.
In this nursery of yours,
Little sister, little brother, Like the turtle-dove's nest�
Do you love one another 1 |
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MY LADY WIND.
My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, Went round about the house to find A chink to get her foot in; |
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