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SONGS FOR THE NURSERY.
Tom into tidiness, for still He came each day the same.
His mother used to seize on him, And scrub him 'gainst his will,
To which Tom always would object With cries both loud and shrill.
Now, next door to Tom's mother lived
A barber, who could hear The great disturbauce caused by Tom
When scrubbing-time drew near.
This barber to Tom's mother said,
" I'd like much for one day To take Tom's scrubbing off your hands."
" Thanks, sir," she said ; " you may."
He rubbed and scrubbed, Tom kicked and screamed;
The barber did not stop Until he also trimmed his hair,
Once shaggy as a mop.
That morning when Tom went to school,
His playmates all did say, " Here's a new scholar, neat and clean!
You're welcome, sir, to-day !"
" I'm not a new boy," answered Tom.
They all cried, " Well, that's strange! We did not know you, you have passed
Through such a wondrous change!"
Then shoulder-high around the school
Their altered mate they bore, And raised such shouts as ne'er were heard
In that playground before.
Tom was so proud of getting praise
For being neat and clean, That since that day a tidier boy
Was surely never seen.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Pussy-cat lives in the servants' hall, She can set up her back and purr;
The little mice live in a crack in the wall, But they hardly dare venture to stir;
For whenever they think of takiug the air,
Or filling their little maws, The Pussy-cat says, " Come out, if you dare!
I will catch you all with my claws."
Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble, went all the little mice,
For they smelt the Cheshire cheese; The Pussy-cat said, " It smells very nice;
Now, do come out, if you please."
'� Squeak!" said the little mouse. " Squeak! squeak ! squeak!"
Said all the young ones too; " We never creep out when cats are about,
Because we're afraid of you."
So the cunning old cat lay down on a mat,
By the fire in the servants' hall: " If the little mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep."
So she rolled herself up like a ball.
" Squeak!" said the little mouse; " we'll creep out
And eat some Cheshire cheese; That silly old cat is asleep on the mat,
And we may sup at our ease."
Nibble, nibble, nibble, went all the little mice,
And they licked their little paws; Then the cunning old cat sprung up from the mat,
And caught them all with her claws.