Dear Alfred, I’ve a gift for you,
A present from your Aunt;
A prayer-book. Can you read it through?
Said Alfred—No, I can’t.
But if I teach you, will you try
To learn, and sit quite still?
And with your utmost power apply?
Said Alfred—Yes, I will.
THE FAIRING.
Oh 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 cover’d 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.