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songs FOR the Nursery.
He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass, Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass ; He took out his pipe, and played them a tune, And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.
But, though ashamed, young Jemmy cried, " Better lose part than all!"
The shoulder by the knuckle seized, His both hands grasped it fast,
And, deaf to all their jibes and cries, He reached his home at last.
" Impatience is a fault," said Jem,
" The baker said too true ; In future, patient I will be,
Aud mind what says our Sue."
Young Jem at noon returned from school,
As hungry as could be; He cried to Sue, the servant-maid,
" My dinner give to me."
Said Sue, " It is not yet come home;
Besides, it is not late." " No matter that," cried little Jem ;
" I do not wish to wait."
Quick to the baker's Jemmy went,
And asked, " Is dinner done ?" " It is," replied the baker's man.
" Then home with it I'll run."
" Nay, sir," replied he, prudently ;
" I tell you 'tis too hot. And much too heavy 'tis for you."
" I tell you it is not.
"Papa, mamma, are both gone out,
And I for dinner long; So give it me, it is all mine�
And, baker, hold your tongue!
"A shoulder 'tis of mutton nice,
Aud batter-pudding, too ; I'm glad of that, it is so good�
How clever is our Sue!"
Now, near his door young Jem was come,
He round the corner turned, When, oh, sad fate, unlucky chance!
The dish his finger burned!
Low in the gutter down fell dish,
And down fell all the meat; Swift went the pudding in the stream,
And sailed quite down the street.
The people laughed, and rude boys grinned At mutton's hapless fall;
The mighty Lady Bread-and-butter
Dwelt in a tower of dainties made; The walls of pudding-crust were fashioned, The floor with cracknels overlaid.
Sponge-cake was her mattress,
Well softened with milk; Her bed had for curtains Spun sugar like silk.
Great Master Muffin did she marry,
Whose cloak was made of toasted cheese; His hat was framed of nicest fritters; In pie-crust coat he walked at ease. His chocolate waistcoat
Looked very funny, With stockings of candy, Aud slippers of honey.
The fair Angelica, their daughter�
Ah me! what sweets the maid compose ! Iii truth, she was the choicest comfit; Of toffee is her lovely nose. I see her arraying
Her gown with such taste! She decked it with flowers Of best apple-paste.
Young Lemonade, that stately sovereign,
Once came, the lady to adore; Large pendent wreaths of roasted pippins, Twined in his marmalade locks, he wore. With diadem royal
Of cakes he was decked, And a circlet of raisins Commanded respect.