  SMILES AND LAUGHTER IN EVERY PAGE. The cover image was repaired by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain. THE DAISY, OR CAUTIONARY STORIES,IN VERSE. THE DAISY;OR, CAUTIONARY STORIES IN VERSE. ADAPTED TO THE IDEAS OF CHILDREN FROM Four to Eight Years Old. ILLUSTRATED WITH THIRTY ENGRAVINGS. London: PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, SUCCESSOR TO E. NEWBERY, Petty Puss. I. Pretty Puss. Come pretty Cat! Come here to me! I want to pat You on my knee. Go, naughty Tray! By barking thus You'll drive away My pretty Puss. The Fairing. II. The Fairing. O Dear! what a beautiful Doll My sister has bought at the fair! She says I must call it "Miss Poll," And make it a bonnet to wear. O, pretty new Doll! it looks fine; Its cheeks are all covered with red But, pray, will it always be mine? And, pray, may I take it to bed? How kind was my sister to buy This Dolly with hair that will curl Perhaps if you want to know why, She'll tell you, I've been a good girl. The good Boy. III. The good Boy. When Philip's good mamma was ill, The servant begg'd he would be still, Because the doctor and the nurse Had said, that noise would make her worse. At night, when Philip went to bed, He kiss'd mamma, and whisp'ring said, "My dear mamma, I never will Make any noise when you are ill." Frances and Henry. IV. Frances and Henry. Sister Frances is sad, Because Henry is ill; And she lets the dear lad Do whatever he will. Left her own little chair, And got up in a minute, When she heard him declare That he wish'd to sit in it. Now, from this we can tell, He will never more tease her; But, when he is well, He will study to please her. The giddy Girl. V. The giddy Girl. Miss Helen was always too giddy to heed What her mother had told her to shun; For frequently, over the street in full speed, She would cross where the carriages run. And out she would go, to a very deep well, To look at the water below; How naughty! to run to a dangerous well, Where her mother forbade her to go! One morning, intending to take but a peep, Her foot slipt away from the ground; Unhappy misfortune! the water was deep And giddy Miss Helen was drown'd. The good Scholar. VI. The good Scholar. And he made it a rule To be silent at school, And what do you think came to pass? Why, he learnt it so fast, That, from being the last, He soon was the first in the class. Dressed or undressed. VII. Dressed or undressed. When children are naughty, and will not be drest, Pray, what do you think is the way? Why, often I really believe it is best To keep them in night-clothes all day! But then they can have no good breakfast to eat, Nor walk with their mother and aunt; At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat, Nor any thing else that they want. Then who would be naughty and sit all the day In night-clothes unfit to be seen! And pray who would lose all their pudding and play For not being dress'd neat and clean? Miss Peggy. VIII. Miss Peggy. As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake. Which her mother had said she should fetch from the wake, A gentleman knock'd at the door; He entered the parlour, and show'd much surprise, That it really was Peggy who made all the noise, For he never had heard her before. Miss Peggy, asham'd, and to hide her disgrace, Took hold of her frock, and quite covered her face, For she knew she was naughty just then; And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes, She promis'd her mother to make no more noise, And kiss'd her again and again. The Idle Boy. IX. The Idle Boy. Get up, little boy! you are sleeping too long, Your brother is dress'd, he is singing a song, And Tom must be waken'd, O fie Come, open the curtains, and let in the light, For children should only be sleepy at night, When stars may be seen in the sky. Playful Pompey. X. Playful Pompey. The dog can eat, and drink, and sleep, And help to fetch the cows and sheep: O, see how Pompey begs; Hark! hark! he says, bow wow! bow wow! But run away, good Pompey, now, You'll tire your little legs. Politeness. XI. Politeness. Good little boys should never say "I will," and "Give me these;" O, no! that never is the way, But, "Mother, if you please." And, "If you please," to sister Ann, Good boys to say are ready; And, "Yes, Sir," to a gentleman, And "Yes, Ma'am," to a lady. Come when you are called. XII. Come when you are called. Where's Susan, and Kitty, and Jane? Where's Billy, and Sammy, and Jack? O! there they are, down in the lane, Go, Betty, and bring them all back. But Billy is rude and won't come, And Sammy is running too fast; Come, dear little children, come home, Oh Billy is coming at last. I'm glad he remembers what's right, For though he likes sliding on ice, He should not be long out of sight, And never want sending for twice. The New Dolls. XIII. The New Dolls. O silly Miss Jenny! To be such a ninny, To quarrel and make such a noise! For the very same day Their mamma sent away Their dolls with red cheeks and blue eyes. Naughty Sam. XIV. Naughty Sam. And "I," said Tom, "wont play with Sam, Although he has a top;" But here the pretty little lamb To talking put a stop. The dizzy Girl. XV. The dizzy Girl. Her mother was sorry, and said, "Do not cry, And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry, If you'll promise to turn round no more." "What, not in the parlour?" the little girl said, "No, not in the parlour; for lately I read Of a girl who was hurt with the door. "She was playing and turning, until her poor head Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled, And I heard Dr. Camomile tell, That he put on a plaister, and covered it up, Then he gave her some tea, that was bitter to sup, Or perhaps it had never been well." Charity. XVI. Charity. Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door? Do not send him away,—we must pity the poor; Oh! see how he shivers!—he's hungry and cold! For people can't work when they grow very old. Go, set near the fire a table and seat; And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat. I hope my dear children will always be kind Whenever they meet with the aged or blind. Careless Maria. XVII. Careless Maria. Her gloves and mits were often lost, Her tippet sadly soil'd; You might have seen Where she had been, For toys all round were toss'd, O, what a careless child. One day her uncle bought a toy, That round and round would twirl, But when he found The litter'd ground, He said, "I don't tee-totums buy For such a careless girl." Frighted by a Cow. XVIII. Frighted by a Cow. A very young lady, With Susan the maid, Who carried the baby, Were one day afraid. They saw a Cow feeding, Quite harmless and still; Yet scream'd without heeding The man at the Mill, Who, seeing the flutter, Said, "Cows do no harm; But give you good butter And milk from the farm." Miss Sophia. XIX. Miss Sophia. But little girls should never climb, And Sophy wont another time, For, when upon the highest rail, Her frock was caught upon a nail. She lost her hold, and, sad to tell, Was hurt and bruis'd—for down she fell! The New Penny. XX. The New Penny. She meant, as she went, To stop at a shop, Where cakes she had seen a great many; And buy a fruit-pie, Or take home a cake, By spending her pretty new penny. But well I can tell, When Ann gave the man Her money, she wish'd not for any: He said, "I've no bread," She heard, and preferr'd To give him her pretty new penny. The Canary. XXI. The Canary. Mary had a little bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs,—upon my word, He was a pretty fellow! Sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary; Often where his cage was hung, She sat to hear Canary. Crumbs of bread and dainty seeds She carried to him daily, Seeking for the early weeds, She deck'd his palace gaily. This, my little readers, learn, And ever practice duly; Songs and smiles of love return To friends who love you truly. Lucy and Dicky. XXII. Lucy and Dicky. Miss Lucy was a charming child, She never said, "I wont!" If little Dick her playthings spoil'd, She said, "Pray, Dicky don't." He took her waxen doll one day, And bang'd it round and round, Then tore its legs and arms away, And threw them on the ground. His good Mamma was angry quite, And Lucy's tears ran down; But Dick went supperless that night, And since has better grown. Falsehood Corrected. XXIII. Falsehood Corrected. And Thomas saw him with the cat, (Though Jacky did not know of that) And told papa the trick; He saw him take a slender string, And round poor pussy's neck then swing A very heavy brick. His parents being very sad To find they had a boy so bad, To say what was not true; Determin'd to correct him then, And never was he known again, Such naughty things to do. Going to Bed. XXIV. Going to Bed. The babe was in the cradle laid, And Tom had said his prayers; When Frances told the nursery maid She would not go up stairs, She cried so loud her mother came To ask the reason why; And said, "O Frances, fie for shame! O fie! O fie! O fie!" But Frances was more naughty still, And Betty sadly nipp'd; Until her mother said, "I will, I must have Frances whipp'd." For, O how naughty 'tis to cry, But worse, much worse to fight! Instead of running readily, And calling out good night. The Fan. XXV. The Fan. Maria's aunt, who liv'd in town, Once wrote a letter to her niece; And sent, wrapp'd up, a new half-crown, Besides a pretty pocket-piece. Maria jump'd with joy, and ran To tell her sister the good news; She said, "I mean to buy a fan, Come, come along with me to chuse." They quickly tied their hats, and talk'd Of yellow, lilac, pink, and green; But far the sisters had not walk'd Before the saddest sight was seen! Upon the ground a poor lame man, Helpless and old, had tumbled down! She thought no more about the fan, But gave to him her new half-crown. XXVI. Dinner. Miss Kitty, was rude at the table one day, And would not sit still on her seat; Regardless of all that her mother could say, From her chair little Kitty kept running away, All the time they were eating the meat. As soon as she saw that the beef was remov'd, She ran to her chair in great haste; But her mother such giddy behaviour reprov'd, By sending away the sweet pudding she lov'd, Without giving Kitty one taste. XXVII. The Chimney Sweeper. Sweep, sweep! sweep, sweep! cries little Jack, With brush and bag upon his back, And black from head to foot; While daily as he goes along, Sweep, sweep! sweep, sweep! is all his song Beneath his load of soot. But then he was not always black: O no; he once was pretty Jack, And had a kind papa: But, silly child! he ran to play, Too far from home, a long, long way, And did not ask mamma. So he was lost, and now must creep Up chimneys, crying Sweep! sweep! sweep! The Rose. XXVIII. The Rose. "Dear Mother," said a little boy, "This rose is sweet and red; Then tell me, pray, the reason whyI heard you call it dead? "I did not think it was alive, I never heard it talk, Nor did I ever see it strive, To run about or walk!" "My dearest boy," the mother said, "This rose grew on a tree: But now its leaves begin to fade, And all fall off, you see. "Before, when growing on the bough, So beautiful and red, We say it liv'd; but, with'ring now, We say the rose is dead." Poisonous Fruit. XXIX. Poisonous Fruit. As Tommy and his sister Jane Were walking down a shady lane, They saw some berries, bright and red, That hung around and over head; And soon the bough they bended down, To make the scarlet fruit their own; And part they ate, and part, in play, They threw about, and flung away. But long they had not been at home Before poor Jane and little Tom Were taken, sick and ill, to bed, And since, I've heard, they both are dead. Alas! had Tommy understood That fruit in lanes is seldom good, He might have walk'd with little Jane Again along the shady lane. Dangerous Sport. XXX. Dangerous Sport. Poor Peter was burnt by the poker one day, When he made it look pretty and red! For the beautiful sparks made him think it fine play, To lift it as high as his head. But, somehow it happen'd, his finger and thumb Were terribly scorch'd by the heat; And he scream'd out aloud for his mother to come, And stamp'd on the floor with his feet! Now if Peter had minded his mother's command, His fingers would not have been sore; And he promis'd again, as she bound up his hand, To play with hot pokers no more. The Stranger. XXXI. The Stranger. Why, tis a long and dreary mile For one o'ercome with cold and toil; Go to him, Charles, and say, "Good stranger! here repose to-night, And with the morning's earliest light, We'll guide you on your way." HYMN. XXXII. HYMN. |
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