What Became of Them? and, The Conceited Little Pig

Transcriber’s Note: Author noted as G. Boare in the opening pages, and as G. Boase at the end of the text. Left as printed.
e was a rat, and she was a rat, And down in one hole they did dwell, And both were as black as a witch’s cat, And they loved one another well.
He had a tail, and she had a tail, Both long and curling and fine, And each said “Yours is the finest tail In the world,—excepting mine!”
e smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese, And they both pronounced it good, And both remarked it would greatly add To the charms of their daily food.
o he ventured out, and she ventured out,
And I saw them go with pain,
But what befell them I never can tell,
For they never came back again.
Anon.
This poem is reprinted from “St. Nicholas” by kind permission of the Century Company.
There were six little pigs, as I’ve heard people say,
Went out with their mother-pig walking one day,