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<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h1>STRUWWELPETER</h1> <h2>MERRY STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES</h2> <h3>Heinrich Hoffman</h3> <br/> <br/> <h4>FREDERICK WARNE &amp; CO., INC. NEW YORK</h4> <br/> <br/> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="Merry_Stories_And_Funny_Pictures"></SPAN>Merry Stories And Funny Pictures</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/003-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "292" alt="Merry Stories and Funny Pictures" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/003-l.jpg" width-obs="199" height-obs="364" alt="When the children have been good" /></td> <td class="poemsm">When the children have been good,<br/> That is, be it understood,<br/> Good at meal-times, good at play,<br/> Good all night and good all day&mdash;<br/> They shall have the pretty things<br/> Merry Christmas always brings.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> Naughty, romping girls and boys<br/> Tear their clothes and make a noise,<br/> Spoil their pinafores and frocks,<br/> And deserve no Christmas-box.<br/> Such as these shall never look<br/> At this pretty Picture-book.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/003-r.jpg" width-obs="198" height-obs="364" alt="They shall have the pretty things" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/003-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "192" alt="Naughty, romping girls and boys" /></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="Shock-headed_Peter"></SPAN>Shock-headed Peter</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/004-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "619" alt="Shock-headed Peter" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/004-l.jpg" width-obs="181" height-obs="176" alt="Just look at him! there he stands" /></td> <td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">Just look at him! there he stands,<br/> With his nasty hair and hands.<br/> See! his nails are never cut;<br/> They are grimed as black as soot;<br/> And the sloven, I declare,<br/> Never once has combed his hair;<br/> Anything to me is sweeter<br/> Than to see Shock-headed Peter.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/004-r.jpg" width-obs="195" height-obs="176" alt="With his nasty hair and hands" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/004-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="28" alt="Anything to me is sweeter Than to see Shock-headed Peter" /></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="Cruel_Frederick"></SPAN>Cruel Frederick</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/005-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "399" alt="Cruel Fredrick" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/005-l.jpg" width-obs="203" height-obs="170" alt="Here is cruel Frederick, see!" /></td> <td class="poemsm">Here is cruel Frederick, see!<br/> A horrid wicked boy was he;<br/> He caught the flies, poor little things,<br/> And then tore off their tiny wings,<br/> He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,<br/> And threw the kitten down the stairs;<br/> And oh! far worse than all beside,<br/> He whipped his Mary, till she cried.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/005-r.jpg" width-obs="174" height-obs="170" alt="A horrid, wicked boy was he" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/005-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "191" alt="He caught the flies, poor little things" /></td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/006-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "162" alt="And threw the kitten down the stairs" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/006-l.jpg" width-obs="348" height-obs="298" alt="When cruel Fredrick snatched up a whip" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The trough was full, and faithful Tray<br/> Came out to drink one sultry day;<br/> He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,<br/> When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,<br/> And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,<br/> And kicked and whipped him more and more:<br/> At this, good Tray grew very red,<br/> And growled, and bit him till he bled;<br/> Then you should only have been by,<br/> To see how Fred did scream and cry!</td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/006-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "341" alt="And growled and bit him til he bled" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/007-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "285" alt="His leg was very sore and red" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/007-l.jpg" width-obs="288" height-obs="133" alt="The doctor came and shook his head" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">So Frederick had to go to bed:<br/> His leg was very sore and red!<br/> The Doctor came, and shook his head,<br/> And made a very great to-do,<br/> And gave him nasty physic too.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/007-r.jpg" width-obs="26" height-obs="133" alt="And gave him nasty physic too" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/007-c.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "174" alt="But good dog Tray is happy now" /></td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td width="40">&nbsp;</td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">But good dog Tray is happy now;<br/> He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"<br/> He seats himself in Frederick's chair<br/> And laughs to see the nice things there:<br/> The soup he swallows, sup by sup&mdash;<br/> And eats the pies and puddings up.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/007-br.jpg" width-obs="285" height-obs="210" alt="He seats himself in Frederick's chair" /></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Dreadful_Story_of_Harriet_and_the_Matches"></SPAN> The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches</h3> <table width="600" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/008.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="899" alt="The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">It almost makes me cry to tell<br/> What foolish Harriet befell.<br/> Mamma and Nurse went out one day<br/> And left her all alone at play.<br/> Now, on the table close at hand,<br/> A box of matches chanced to stand;<br/> And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,<br/> That, if she touched them, they would scold her.<br/> But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!<br/> For, when they burn, it is so pretty;<br/> They crackle so, and spit, and flame:<br/> Mamma, too, often does the same."<br/> <br/> <br/> The pussy-cats heard this,<br/> And they began to hiss,<br/> And stretch their claws,<br/> And raise their paws;<br/> "Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,<br/> You'll burn to death, if you do so."<br/> <br/> <br/> But Harriet would not take advice:<br/> She lit a match, it was so nice!<br/> It crackled so, it burned so clear&mdash;<br/> Exactly like the picture here.<br/> She jumped for joy and ran about<br/> And was too pleased to put it out.<br/> <br/> <br/> The Pussy-cats saw this<br/> And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!"<br/> And stretched their claws,<br/> And raised their paws:<br/> "'Tis very, very wrong, you know,<br/> Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,<br/> You will be burnt, if you do so."</td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/009.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="896" alt="The fire has caught her apron string" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">And see! oh, what dreadful thing!<br/> The fire has caught her apron-string;<br/> Her apron burns, her arms, her hair&mdash;<br/> She burns all over everywhere.<br/> <br/> <br/> Then how the pussy-cats did mew&mdash;<br/> What else, poor pussies, could they do?<br/> They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!<br/> So then they said: "We'll scream again;<br/> Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,<br/> She'll burn to death; we told her so."<br/> <br/> <br/> So she was burnt, with all her clothes,<br/> And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose;<br/> Till she had nothing more to lose<br/> Except her little scarlet shoes;<br/> And nothing else but these was found<br/> Among her ashes on the ground.<br/> <br/> <br/> And when the good cats sat beside<br/> The smoking ashes, how they cried!<br/> "Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo,<br/> What will Mamma and Nursey do?"<br/> Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,<br/> They made a little pond at last.</td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_the_Inky_Boys"></SPAN>The Story of the Inky Boys</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/010-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "279" alt="The Story of the Inky Boys" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/010-l.jpg" width-obs="188" height-obs="377" alt="The woolly-headed Black-a-moor" /></td> <td class="poemsm">As he had often done before,<br/> The woolly-headed Black-a-moor<br/> One nice fine summer's day went out<br/> To see the shops, and walk about;<br/> And, as he found it hot, poor fellow,<br/> He took with him his green umbrella,<br/> Then Edward, little noisy wag,<br/> Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag;<br/> And William came in jacket trim,<br/> And brought his wooden hoop with him;<br/> And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys<br/> And joined the other naughty boys.<br/> So, one and all set up a roar,<br/> And laughed and hooted more and more,<br/> And kept on singing,&mdash;only think!&mdash;<br/> "Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!"<br/></td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/010-r.jpg" width-obs="187" height-obs="377" alt="One nice fine summer's day went out" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/010-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "296" alt="Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/011-l.jpg" width-obs="138" height-obs="255" alt="Now tall Agrippa lived close by" /></td> <td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">Now tall Agrippa lived close by&mdash;<br/> So tall, he almost touched the sky;<br/> He had a mighty inkstand, too,<br/> In which a great goose-feather grew;<br/> He called out in an angry tone<br/> "Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!<br/> For, if he tries with all his might,<br/> He cannot change from black to white."<br/> But, ah! they did not mind a bit<br/> What great Agrippa said of it;<br/> But went on laughing, as before,<br/> And hooting at the Black-a-moor.<br/></td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/011-r.jpg" width-obs="198" height-obs="255" align= "right" alt="Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/011-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "590" alt="But, ah! they did not mind a bit" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/012-l.jpg" width-obs="99" height-obs="101" alt="Then great Agrippa foams with rage" /></td> <td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">Then great Agrippa foams with rage&mdash;<br/> Look at him on this very page!<br/> He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned,<br/> Takes William by his little head;</td> <td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">And they may scream and kick and call,<br/> Into the ink he dips them all;<br/> Into the inkstand, one, two, three,<br/> Till they are black as black can be;<br/> Turn over now, and you shall see.</td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/012-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "752" alt="Into the inkstand, one, two, three" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/013.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="411" alt="See, there they are, and there they run!" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="200">&nbsp;</td> <td nowrap="nowrap">See, there they are, and there they run!<br/> The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun.<br/> They have been made as black as crows,<br/> Quite black all over, eyes and nose,<br/> And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes,<br/> And trousers, pinafores, and toys&mdash;<br/> The silly little inky boys!<br/> Because they set up such a roar,<br/> And teased the harmless Black-a-moor.</td> <td width="200">&nbsp;</td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_the_Man_that_went_out_Shooting"></SPAN> The Story of the Man that went out Shooting</h3> <table align="center" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">This is the man that shoots the hares;<br/> This is the coat he always wears:<br/> With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun<br/> He's going out to have some fun.</td> </tr> </table> <br/> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">He finds it hard, without a pair<br/> Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.</td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/014-1.jpg" width-obs="300" height-obs="311" alt="The Story of the Man that went out Shooting" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The hare sits snug in leaves and grass<br/> And laughs to see the green man pass.</td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/014-2.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="359" alt="The little hare came, hop, hop, hop" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Now, as the sun grew very hot,<br/> And he a heavy gun had got,<br/> He lay down underneath a tree<br/> And went to sleep, as you may see.<br/> And, while he slept like any top,<br/> The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,<br/> Took gun and spectacles, and then<br/> On her hind legs went off again.</td> </tr> </table> <br/> <table align="center" width="600" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The green man wakes and sees her place<br/> The spectacles upon her face;<br/> And now she's trying all she can<br/> To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man.<br/> He cries and screams and runs away;<br/> The hare runs after him all day<br/> And hears him call out everywhere:<br/> "Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!"</td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/015.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="292" alt="Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!" /></td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/016-t.jpg" width-obs="143" height-obs="147" alt="Head over ears, and in he fell." /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">At last he stumbled at the well,<br/> Head over ears, and in he fell.<br/> The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!<br/> Bang went the gun&mdash;she missed her mark!</td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/016-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "361" alt="Bang went the gun--she missed her mark!" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td>&nbsp;</td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The poor man's wife was drinking up<br/> Her coffee in her coffee-cup;<br/> The gun shot cup and saucer through;<br/> "Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"<br/> There lived close by the cottage there<br/> The hare's own child, the little hare;<br/> And while she stood upon her toes,<br/> The coffee fell and burned her nose.<br/> "Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,<br/> "Such fun I do not understand."<br/></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Little_Suck-a-Thumb"></SPAN> The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/017.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="897" alt="The Story of Little Suck-A-Thumb" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,<br/> I must go out and leave you here.<br/> But mind now, Conrad, what I say,<br/> Don't suck your thumb while I'm away.<br/> The great tall tailor always comes<br/> To little boys who suck their thumbs;<br/> And ere they dream what he's about,<br/> He takes his great sharp scissors out,<br/> And cuts their thumbs clean off&mdash;and then,<br/> You know, they never grow again."<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> Mamma had scarcely turned her back,<br/> The thumb was in, Alack! Alack!</td> </tr> </table> <table width="00" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/018-1.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "400" alt="The great, long, red-legged scissor-man." /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/018-2.jpg" width-obs="347" height-obs="452" alt="Mamma comes home, there Conrad stands" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The door flew open, in he ran,<br/> The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.<br/> Oh! children, see! the tailor's come<br/> And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb.<br/> Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;<br/> And Conrad cries out "Oh! Oh! Oh!"<br/> Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast,<br/> That both his thumbs are off at last.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> Mamma comes home: there Conrad stands,<br/> And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;<br/> "Ah!" said Mamma, "I knew he'd come<br/> To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."<br/></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Augustus"></SPAN>The Story of Augustus,<br/> who would not have any Soup</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td rowspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/019-l.jpg" width-obs="369" height-obs= "770" alt="The Story of Augustus" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Augustus was a chubby lad;<br/> Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had:<br/> And everybody saw with joy<br/> The plump and hearty, healthy boy.<br/> He ate and drank as he was told,<br/> And never let his soup get cold.<br/> But one day, one cold winter's day,<br/> He screamed out "Take the soup away!<br/> O take the nasty soup away!<br/> I won't have any soup today."<br/> <br/> Next day, now look, the picture shows<br/> How lank and lean Augustus grows!<br/> Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,<br/> The naughty fellow cries out still<br/> "Not any soup for me, I say:<br/> O take the nasty soup away!<br/> I <i>won't</i> have any soup today."<br/> <br/> The third day comes: Oh what a sin!<br/> To make himself so pale and thin.<br/> Yet, when the soup is put on table,<br/> He screams, as loud as he is able,<br/> "Not any soup for me, I say:<br/> O take the nasty soup away!<br/> I WON'T have any soup today."<br/> <br/> Look at him, now the fourth day's come!<br/> He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;<br/> He's like a little bit of thread,<br/> And, on the fifth day, he was&mdash;dead!</td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/019-r.jpg" width-obs="232" height-obs="141" alt="And, on the fifth day, he was--Dead" /></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Fidgety_Philip"></SPAN>The Story of Fidgety Philip</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/020-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "383" alt="The Story of Fidgety Philip" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/020-l.jpg" width-obs="120" height-obs="280" alt="Let me see if Philip can" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">"Let me see if Philip can<br/> Be a little gentleman;<br/> Let me see if he is able<br/> To sit still for once at table":<br/> Thus Papa bade Phil behave;<br/> And Mamma looked very grave.<br/> But fidgety Phil,<br/> He won't sit still;<br/> He wriggles,<br/> And giggles,<br/> And then, I declare,<br/> Swings backwards and forwards,<br/> And tilts up his chair,<br/> Just like any rocking horse&mdash;<br/> "Philip! I am getting cross!"</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/020-r.jpg" width-obs="170" height-obs="280" align= "right" alt="Be a little gentleman" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/021-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "357" alt="Growing still more rude and wild" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/021-l.jpg" width-obs="160" height-obs="221" alt="Philip screams with all his might" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">See the naughty, restless child<br/> Growing still more rude and wild,<br/> Till his chair falls over quite.<br/> Philip screams with all his might,<br/> Catches at the cloth, but then<br/> That makes matters worse again.<br/> Down upon the ground they fall,<br/> Glasses, plates, knives, forks, and all.<br/> How Mamma did fret and frown,<br/> When she saw them tumbling down!<br/> And Papa made such a face!<br/> Philip is in sad disgrace.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/021-r.jpg" width-obs="150" align="right" height-obs= "223" alt="Philip is in sad disgrace." /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/022-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "468" alt="Where is Philip, where is he?" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/022-l.jpg" width-obs="154" height-obs="221" alt="What a terrible to-do!" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Where is Philip, where is he?<br/> Fairly covered up you see!<br/> Cloth and all are lying on him;<br/> He has pulled down all upon him.<br/> What a terrible to-do!<br/> Dishes, glasses, snapt in two!<br/> Here a knife, and there a fork!<br/> Philip, this is cruel work.<br/> Table all so bare, and ah!<br/> Poor Papa, and poor Mamma<br/> Look quite cross, and wonder how<br/> They shall have their dinner now.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/022-r.jpg" width-obs="151" height-obs="221" align= "right" alt="Philip, this is cruel work." /></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Johnny_Head-in-Air"></SPAN> The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/023-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs= "354" align="right" alt="The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air" /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">As he trudged along to school,<br/> It was always Johnny's rule<br/> To be looking at the sky<br/> And the clouds that floated by;<br/> But what just before him lay,<br/> In his way,<br/> Johnny never thought about;<br/> So that every one cried out<br/> "Look at little Johnny there,<br/> Little Johnny Head-In-Air!"<br/> <br/> Running just in Johnny's way<br/> Came a little dog one day;<br/> Johnny's eyes were still astray<br/> Up on high,<br/> In the sky;<br/> And he never heard them cry<br/> "Johnny, mind, the dog is nigh!"<br/> Bump!<br/> Dump!<br/> Down they fell, with such a thump,<br/> Dog and Johnny in a lump!</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/023-b.jpg" width-obs="407" height-obs="456" align= "right" alt="Dog and Johnny in a lump!" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Once, with head as high as ever,<br/> Johnny walked beside the river.<br/> Johnny watched the swallows trying<br/> Which was cleverest at flying.<br/> Oh! what fun!<br/> Johnny watched the bright round sun<br/> Going in and coming out;<br/> This was all he thought about.<br/> So he strode on, only think!<br/> To the river's very brink,<br/> Where the bank was high and steep,<br/> And the water very deep;<br/> And the fishes, in a row,<br/> Stared to see him coming so.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> One step more! oh! sad to tell!<br/> Headlong in poor Johnny fell.<br/> And the fishes, in dismay,<br/> Wagged their tails and swam away.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/024.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="753" alt="There lay Johnny on his face" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">There lay Johnny on his face,<br/> With his nice red writing-case;<br/> But, as they were passing by,<br/> Two strong men had heard him cry;<br/> And, with sticks, these two strong men<br/> Hooked poor Johnny out again.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/025-1.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="362" alt="Oh! you should have seen him shiver" /></td> </tr> </table> <br/> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Oh! you should have seen him shiver<br/> When they pulled him from the river.<br/> He was in a sorry plight!<br/> Dripping wet, and such a fright!<br/> Wet all over, everywhere,<br/> Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair:<br/> Johnny never will forget<br/> What it is to be so wet.<br/> <br/> <br/> And the fishes, one, two, three,<br/> Are come back again, you see;<br/> Up they came the moment after,<br/> To enjoy the fun and laughter.<br/> Each popped out his little head,<br/> And, to tease poor Johnny, said<br/> "Silly little Johnny, look,<br/> You have lost your writing-book!"</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/025-2.jpg" width-obs="333" height-obs="338" alt="Silly little Johnny, look" /></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Flying_Robert"></SPAN>The Story of Flying Robert</h3> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/026-1.jpg" width-obs="320" height-obs="285" alt="The Story of Flying Robert" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">When the rain comes tumbling down<br/> In the country or the town,<br/> All good little girls and boys<br/> Stay at home and mind their toys.<br/> Robert thought, "No, when it pours,<br/> It is better out of doors."<br/> Rain it did, and in a minute<br/> Bob was in it.<br/> Here you see him, silly fellow,<br/> Underneath his red umbrella.</td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">What a wind! oh! how it whistles<br/> Through the trees and flowers and thistles!<br/> It has caught his red umbrella:<br/> Now look at him, silly fellow&mdash;<br/> Up he flies<br/> To the skies.<br/> No one heard his screams and cries;<br/> Through the clouds the rude wind bore him,<br/> And his hat flew on before him.</td> <td><ANTIMG src="images/026-2.jpg" width-obs="308" height-obs="281" alt="And his hat flew on before him." /></td> </tr> </table> <table width="600" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td><ANTIMG src="images/026-3.jpg" width-obs="311" height-obs="200" alt="Bob was never seen again!" /></td> <td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Soon they got to such a height,<br/> They were nearly out of sight.<br/> And the hat went up so high,<br/> That it nearly touched the sky.<br/> No one ever yet could tell<br/> Where they stopped, or where they fell:<br/> Only this one thing is plain,<br/> Bob was never seen again!</td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />