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She can set up her back, and purr;
But they hardly dare venture to stir;
For whenever they think of taking the air,
Or filling their little maws,
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,
Because we're afraid of you."
By the fire in the servants' hall: “If the little mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep ;"
So she roll'd herself up like a ball.
And eat some Cheshire cheese,
And we may sup at our ease.".
And they lick'd their little paws;
And caught them all with her claws.
AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.
Ah! he finds it is not steady ;
Now he's safely on the ground, But the rogue is turning round, For the rocking-chair still bound
Blue-eyed baby, oh! beware
Better far not climb at all,
A CHILD'S NIGHTLY PRAYER.
BEFORE I close my eyes in sleep,
Lord, hear my nightly prayer; Though young in years, I have been taught
Thy name to love and fear.
The little birds that sing all day,
In many a leafy wood,
By Thee supplied with food.
Nor will Thy mercy less delight
The children's God to be,
BRITISH SPELLING BOOR.
The blind boy's been at play, mother,
The merry games we had !
And every step was glad.
And praised its varied lue,
Just like a drop of dew.
We took him to the mill, mother,
Where falling waters made
As golden sun-rays play'd;