To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Nursery Rhymes a la Mode.
(Our nurseries will soon be too cultured to admit the old rhymes in their Philistine and unæsthetic garb. They may be redressed somewhat on this model!)
O but she was dark and shrill,
(Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!)
The cat that (on the First Aprill)
Played the fiddle upon the lea.
O and the moon was wan and bright,
(Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!)