Page 34—Naughty Boys
| Mr. Brown, the grocer, having nearly emptied a cask of sugar in front of his shop, a number of naughty boys, seeing his back turned, commenced to steal some. Mr. Brown, spying them through the window, came out, and the reader can see what happened—A bystander informs us that muttered howls of agony arose from the cask, and all the boys' interest in sugar was at an end. |
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Boy Who Stole Out Without Leave I remember, I remember, When I was a little Boy, One fine morning in September Uncle brought me home a toy. I remember how he patted Both my cheeks in his kindliest mood; "Then," said he, "you little Fat-head, There's a top because you're good." Grandmamma—a shrewd observer— I remember gazed upon My new top, and said with fervour, "Oh! how kind of Uncle John." While mamma, my form caressing— In her eyes the tear-drop stood, Read me this fine moral lesson, "See what comes of being good." I remember, I remember, On a wet and windy day, One cold morning in December, I stole out and went to play. I remember Billy Hawkins Came, and with his pewter squirt Squibbed my pantaloons and stockings Till they were all over dirt. To my mother for protection I ran, quaking every limb; She exclaim'd, with fond affection, "Gracious goodness! look at him!" Pa cried, when he saw my garment, 'Twas a newly purchased dress— "Oh! you nasty little varment, How came you in such a mess?" Then he caught me by the collar, —Cruel only to be kind— And to my exceeding dolour, Gave me—several slaps behind. Grandmamma, while I yet smarted, As she saw my evil plight, Said—'twas rather stony-hearted— "Little rascal! serve him right!" I remember, I remember, From that sad and solemn day, Never more in dark December Did I venture out to play. And the moral which they taught, I Well remember: thus they said— "Little Boys, when they are naughty, Must be whipp'd and sent to bed!" |
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