Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny-they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed till they met a Turkey. And the Turkey said,

"Where are you going to-day, Goosy-poosy, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny?" And they said,

"Oh, Turkey-lurky, the sky is falling, and we are going to tell the King.' And Turkey-lurky said,

"I will go with you, Goosy-poosy, Duckydaddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny."

So Turkey-lurky, and Goosy-poosy, and Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, and Hennypenny-they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed till they met a Fox. So the Fox said,"Where are you going to-day, Turkey-lurky, Goosy-poosy, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny?"

And they said,

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Oh, Foxy-loxy, the sky is falling, and we are going to tell the King." And the Foxy-loxy said,—

"Come with me Turkey-lurky, Goosy-poosy, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny, and I will show you the way to the King's house."

So they all gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed till they came to the Fox's hole, and the Fox took them all in. His young ones ate up first poor Henny-penny, then poor Cocky-locky, then poor Ducky-daddles, then poor Goosy-poosy, and then poor Turkey-lurky. So they never got to the King to tell him

that the sky had fallen on the head of poor Henny-penny.

The Months.

January February March April

May

June

September October

January holds the gate

To let the Old Year out,

July

August

November December

Feb-ru-ary with his shrivell'd pate,
Stands sent-in-el without;

March stalks in with blust'ring air,

And flaun-ting April, a well-matched pair!

Smi-ling May trips in anon,

Arm in arm with mellow June;

Sunny July is the bride

Of noble August at her side;
Sep-tem-ber, any-thing but sober,
Staggers in with grim October;

But all the scowls of bleak No-vem-ber
Cannot throw gloom o'er gay De-cem-ber.

Thirty days have September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-on
Excepting February alone,
Which has twenty-eight days clear,
And twenty-nine in each leap year.

THE THREE BILLY-GOATS GRUFF.

Once on a time there were three billy-goats, who were to go up to the hill-side to make themselves fat; and the name of all three was "Gruff."

On the way up, was a bridge over a burn they had to cross; and under the bridge, a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.

So, first of all, came the youngest billy-goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

Trip-trap, trip-trap, went the bridge. "Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

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Oh, it is only I, the tiniest billy-goat Gruff, and I am going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the billy-goat, with such a small voice.

"Now I am coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh no, pray don't take me; I am too little, that I am," said the billy-goat. "Wait a bit, till the second billy-goat Gruff comes; he's much bigger."

"Well, be off with you!" said the troll. A little while after came the second billygoat Gruff to cross the bridge.

Trip-trap, trip-trap, trip-trap, went the bridge.

"WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"Oh, it's the second billy-goat Gruff, and I am going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the billy-goat, who hadn't such a small voice.

"Now I am coming to gobble you up,"

said the troll.

"Oh no, don't take me: don't take me: wait a little till the big billy-goat Gruff comes; comes; he's much bigger."

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Very well; be off with you!" said the troll.

But just then up came the big billy-goat Gruff.

TRIP-TRAP, TRIP-TRAP, TRIP-TRAP, went the bridge; for the billy-goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him. "WHO'S THAT tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"IT'S I, THE BIG BILLY-GOAT GRUFF," said the billy-goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.

"Now I am coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.

"Well, come along, I've got two spears, And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; I've got besides two monstrous stones,

And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones."

That was what the big billy-goat said; and so he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out

into the burn; and after that, he went up to the hill-side. There the billy-goats got so fat, they were scarce able to walk home again; and if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why they are still fat; and so

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

Jack Horner was a pretty lad,
Near London he did dwell,
His father's heart he made full glad,
His mother loved him well.
While little Jack was sweet and young,
If he by chance should cry,
His mother pretty sonnets sung,
With a lul-la ba-by,

With such a dainty curious tone,
As Jack sat on her knee,
So that, e'er he could go alone,
He sung as well as she."
A pretty boy of curious wit,

All people spoke his praise,
And in the corn'er would he sit,
In Christmas holydays.

When friends they did together meet,

To

pass away the time

Why, little Jack, he sure would eat
His Christmas pie in rhyme.
And said, Jack Horner, in the corner,
Eats good Christmas pie,

And with his thumbs pulls out the plums,
And said, Good boy am I!†

Norse Tales.

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