Ny a longing look, And, Dear me, to himself he said I'm sure, that's not a _hook_. I can but give one little pluck: Let's see; and so I will. So on he went, and lo, it stuck Quite through his little gill. And as he faint and fainter grew, With hollow voice he cried, Dear mother, if I'd minded you, I need not now have died. Thoughtless Julia. [Illustration] Julia did in the window stand; Mama then sitting by, Saw her put out her little hand, And try to catch a fly. O do not hurt the pretty thing, Her prudent mother said; Crush not its leg or feeble wing, So beautifully made. [Illustration] YOUNG SOLDIERS. Hey, rub-a-dub, dub! here come the boys, For the Soldiers all make way; Young Robinet at their head is set All dressed as warrior gay. See how he swings his bright tin sword, To his followers behind; While from his cap a squirrel's tail Flies streaming in the wind. This is good fun, my merry boys, To see you I am glad; But mind you, in reality, War is a business bad.-- Here's old Ben Bolt, a soldier brave, Who lost his legs in war; With crutch and cane, he hobbles 'round And shows you many a scar. [Illustration] In scenes of fearful blood and strife, Ah! many low are lain, And many a young and gallant heart Is numbered with the slain. [Illustration] LEARNING BY HEART. 'Tis time that my baby should learn What so oft he has heard, to repeat, So s
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