<h2>THE DREADFUL STORY OF PAULINE AND THE MATCHES</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="f1">M</span>amma and Nurse went out one day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And left Pauline alone at play;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Around the room she gayly sprang,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Clapp'd her hands, and danced, and sang.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Now, on the table close at hand,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A box of matches chanced to stand,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That if she touched them they would scold her.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But Pauline said, “Oh, what a pity!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For when they burn it is so pretty;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They crackle so, and spit, and flame;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And Mamma often burns the same.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I'll only light a match or two<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As I have often seen my mother do.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">When Minz and Maunz, the cats, heard this,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They said, “Oh, naughty, naughty Miss.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Me-ow!” they cried, “Me-ow, me-o,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You'll burn to death, if you do so.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Mamma forbids it, don't you know?”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But Pauline would not take advice,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She lit a match, it was so nice!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">It crackled so, it burned so clear,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Exactly like the picture here.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She jumped for joy and ran about,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And was too pleased to put it out.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">When Minz and Maunz, the cats, saw this,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They said, “Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And rais'd their paws<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And stretch'd their claws;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">“'Tis very, very wrong, you know;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You will be burnt if you do so.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Mamma forbids it, don't you know?”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Now see! oh, see! a dreadful thing!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The fire has caught her apron string:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Her apron burns, her arms, her hair;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She burns all over, everywhere.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Then how the pussy cats did mew,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What else, poor pussies, could they do?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So then they said, “We'll scream again.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Make haste, make haste! Me-ow! me-o!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She'll burn to death—we told her so.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Pauline was burnt with all her clothes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And arms and hands, and eyes and nose;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Till she had nothing more to lose<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Except her little scarlet shoes;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And nothing else but these was found<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Among her ashes on the ground.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And when the good cats sat beside<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The smoking ashes, how they cried,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">“Me-ow, me-o! Me-ow, me-oo!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What will Mamma and Nursey do?”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They made a little pond at last.<br/></span></div>
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