FAMILY CONCORD. WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, Birds in their little nests agree, Fall out, and chide, and fight. Hard names at first, and threat'ning words, That are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder and to death. The devil tempts one mother's son So wicked Cain was hurried on The wise will let their anger cool, But in the bosom of a fool Pardon, O Lord! my childish rage, That as we grow to riper age, WATTS. PUSSY-CAT lives in the servants' hall, For whenever they think of taking the air, The Pussy-cat says, "Come out, if you dare; Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble, went all the little mice, For they smelt the Cheshire cheese; The pussy-cat said, "It smells very nice, |