"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!" The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?" But answer there came none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.

--LEWIS CARROLL.

[A] By permission of the Author.

A man went hunting at Reigate, And wished to jump over a high gate; Says the owner, "Go round, With your horse and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate."

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the king's horses, and all the king's men, Couldn't set Humpty Dumpty up again.]

There was an Owl lived in an oak, Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle; And all the words he ever spoke Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle. A sportsman chanced to come that way, Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird, So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle!"

GOOD KING ARTHUR.

WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly King; He bought three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the King did make, And stuffed it well with plums, And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs.

The King and Queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The Queen next morning fried.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggety jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, One a penny, two a penny, Hot cross buns. If your daughters don't like them, Give them to your sons, One a penny, two a penny, Hot cross buns.

WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST?

TO-WHIT! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?

Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But did not take your nest away; Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do.

Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link! Now, what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree to-day?

Not I, said the dog, bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean, I vow. I gave some hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take; Not I, said the dog, bow-wow! I would not be so mean, I vow.

Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo! Let me speak a word or two: Who stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast?

Not I, said the sheep; oh, no, I would not treat a poor bird so; I gave the wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa! baa! said the sheep; oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.

Caw! caw! cried the crow, I should like to know What thief took away A bird's-nest to-day.

Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again; Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again.

Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr! We will make a great stir. Let us find out his name, And all cry--For shame!

A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed; For he stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast; And he felt so full of shame He did not like to tell his name.

There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee: He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be-- I care for nobody--no! not I, Since nobody cares for me.

Dickery, dickery, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickery, dickery, dare.

Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about? She loved coffee, and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Very ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig, Upon my word and honour.

Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by; Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart, Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.

Pitty Patty Polt, Shoe the wild colt; Here a nail, And there a nail, Pitty Patty Polt.

Brow, brow, brinkie, Eye, eye, winkie, Mouth, mouth, merry, Cheek, cheek, cherry, Chin chopper, chin chopper, &c.

If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be, You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.

"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?" "I am going a-milking, sir," she said. "May I go with you, my pretty maid?" "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said. "What is your father, my pretty maid?" "My father's a farmer, sir," she said. "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?" "My face is my fortune, sir," she said. "Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid." "Nobody asked you, sir," she said.

The barber shaved the mason, And as I suppose Cut off his nose, And popped it in the basin.

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.

OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor Dog a bone; But when she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor Dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, But when she came back The poor Dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, But when she came back The poor Dog was laughing,

She took a clean dish To get him some tripe, But when she came back He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the alehouse To get him some beer, But when she came back The Dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern For white wine and red, But when she came back The Dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat, But when she came back He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's To buy him a wig, But when she came back He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, But when she came back He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes, But when she came back He was reading the news.

She went to the sempstress To buy him some linen, But when she came back The Dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, But when she came back He was dressed in his clothes.

The Dame made a curtsey, The Dog made a bow; The Dame said, "Your servant," The Dog said, "Bow wow."

This wonderful Dog Was Dame Hubbard's delight; He could sing, he could dance, He could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dainties Whenever he fed, And erected a monument When he was dead.

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

There was a monkey climbed up a tree; When he fell down, then down fell he.

There was a crow sat on a stone; When he was gone, then there was none.

There was an old wife did eat an apple; When she ate two, she had ate a couple.

There was a horse going to the mill; When he went on, he didn't stand still.

There was a butcher cut his thumb. When it did bleed, then blood it did run.

There was a jockey ran a race; When he ran fast, he ran apace.

There was a cobbler, clouting shoon; When they were mended, then they were done.

There was a navy went into Spain; When it returned, it came back again.

THE WAVES ON THE SEA-SHORE.

ROLL on, roll on, you restless waves, That toss about and roar; Why do you all run back again When you have reached the shore?

Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves, Roll higher up the strand; How is it that you cannot pass That line of yellow sand?

"We may not dare," the waves reply: "That line of yellow sand Is laid along the shore to bound The waters and the land.

"And all should keep to time and place, And all should keep to rule, Both waves upon the sandy shore, And little boys at school."

THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.

IT was on a merry time, When Jenny Wren was young, So neatly as she danced, And so sweetly as she sung,--

Robin Redbreast lost his heart: He was a gallant bird; He doffed his hat to Jenny, And thus to her he said:

"My dearest Jenny Wren, If you will but be mine, You shall dine on cherry-pie, And drink nice currant-wine.

"I'll dress you like a goldfinch, Or like a peacock gay; So if you'll have me, Jenny, Let us appoint the day."

Jenny blushed behind her fan, And thus declared her mind: "Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,-- I take your offer kind;

"Cherry-pie is very good, So is currant-wine; But I'll wear my russet gown, And never dress too fine."

Robin rose up early, At the break of day; He flew to Jenny Wren's house, To sing a roundelay.

He met the Cock and Hen, And bade the Cock declare, This was his wedding-day With Jenny Wren the fair.

The Cock then blew his horn, To let the neighbours know This was Robin's wedding-day, And they might see the show.

At first came Parson Rook, With his spectacles and band; And one of Mother Hubbard's books He held within his hand.