[Illustration] Afore twelve jurymen I was tried, And condemned the perpetrator Of this here awful Tragedy, As shocks one's human natur. XVIII. _He conjures up a painful image._ [Illustration] But the bell is tolling for my end; How shocking for to see A footman gay, in the prime of life, Die on the fatal tree. XIX. _His last words convey a moral lesson._ [Illustration] THE MORAL!!! Take warning, then, all ye as would Not die like malefactors; Never the company for to keep Of them with bad characters. [Illustration: J. CATNACH, PRINTER AND PUBLISHER.] Little Boys and Girls will find At CATNACH'S something to their mind; From great variety may choose, What will instruct them and amuse. The prettiest plates that you can find, To please at once the eye and mind. One class of literature which the late Jemmy Catnach made almost his own, was children's farthing and halfpenny books. Among the great many that he published we select, from our own private collection, the following as a fair sample:--"The Tragical Death of an Apple Pie," "The House that Jack Built," "Jumping Joan," "The Butterflies Ball and Grasshoppers' Feast," "Jerry Diddle and his Fiddle," "Nurse Love-Child's Gift," "The Death and Burial of Cock Robin," "The Cries of London," "Simple Simon," "Jacky Jingle and Suky Shingle," and--"Here you have just prin--ted and pub--lish--ed, and a--dor--ned with eight beau--ti--ful and ele--gantly engraved embellish--ments, and for the low charge of one _farden_--Yes! one _farden_ buys." NURSERY RHYMES. [Illustration] See-saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, and the other down, And that is the way to London town. [Illustration] Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon, The little dog laughed to see the sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. Ding, dong bell! Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? Little Johnny Snout. What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, And kill'd the mice in his father's barn. [Illustration] Jack and Jill went up the hill, To get a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. [Illustration] Cock a doodle do, The dame has lost her shoe, And master's lost his fiddle stick And don't know what to do. I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb. I put him in a quart pot, And there I bid him drum. [Illustration] Who's there? A Grenadier! What do you want? A pot of beer. Where's your money? Oh, I forgot, Then get you gone, you drunken sot. [Illustration] Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down comes the baby, cradle and all. [Illustration]