NURSE'S THIRD TALE,
ABOUT A LITTLE BOY WHO WAS
AFRAID IN THE DARK.
Young Andrew Fearful was a child
Most pleasing to behold,
His temper was so sweet and mild,
And he was four years old.
But one sad failing Andrew had,
Tho' gay as any lark,
With scarce one habit that was bad,
He did not like the dark.
As soon as candlelight appear'd
On evening fireside table,
To walk about he scarcely dared,
Though he was strong and able.
And shadows flitting on the wall,
Made Andrew jump and stare;
He thought some mischief would befall
With such great monsters there.
Mamma, in many a pleasant way,
Contriv'd the help he needed;
And glad I am that I can say,
Her care at last succeeded.
She took him to a room quite dark,
And led him by the hand
To some known object, as a mark,
And then they both would stand.
The room shut in, without a light,
He did not much enjoy,
And Andrew fear'd to step aright;
So foolish was this boy.