Good Little Fred.
When little Fred was call’d to bed
He always acted right;
He kiss’d Mama, and then Papa,
And wish’d them both good night.
He made no noise, like naughty boys
But quietly up stairs
Directly went, when he was sent,
And always said his prayers.
THE DIZZY GIRL.
As Frances was playing, and turning around,
Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;
’Twas well that she was not much hurt:
But, O what a pity! her frock was so soiled,
That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
You had seen her all covered with dirt.
Her mother was sorry, and said, Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
If you’ll promise to turn round no more.
What, not in the parlor? the little girl said:
No, not in the parlor; for lately I read,
Of a girl who was hurt with the door.