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Title: House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks ..
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Lefferts, Sara Tawney, comp
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Publisher: New York, Cupples & Leon
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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SWEET AND LOW. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea,Low, low breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me:my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon;Rest, rest, on mothers breast, Father will come to thee soon;Father will come to his babe in the nest,Silver sails all out in the west, Under the silver moon.Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. —Alfred, Lord fennyson- THE MICE, THE CAT AND THE BELL. There was a sly cat in the house, and the mice were insuch fear of her that they held a meeting to find some way tobe safe from her. Do as I say, cried one of the mice. Hang a bell to thecats neck, to tell us when she is near. This bright plan made the mice jump for joy. Well, said an old mouse, we have a pretty plan.Now, who shall hang the bell to the cats neck? Not a mouse would do it. ra *&
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MEDDLESOME MATTY. One ugly trick has often spoiledThe sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child,One ugly trick possessed, Which, like a cloud before the skies Hid all her better qualities. Sometimes shed lift the tea-pot lid,To peep at what was in it; Or tilt the kettle, if you did But turn your back a minute. In vain you told her not to touch, Her trick of meddling grew so much. Her grandmamma went out one day, And by mistake she laidHer spectacles, and snuff-box gay Too near the little maid;Ah! well, thought she, Til try them on,As soon as grandmamma is gone. Forthwith she placed upon her noseThe glasses large and wide; And looking round, as I suppose,The snuff-box, too, she spied * Oh! what a pretty box is that;Ill open it, said little Matt. I know that grandmamma would say,Dont meddle with it, dear;* But, then, shes far enough away,And no one else is near: Besides, what can there be amiss In opening such a box as this? So thumb and finger went to workTo move the stub

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