Children's poetry, English; Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry
Eyes were dim.
The Lion having reached his Head,
The Miserable Boy was dead!
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When Nurse informed his Parents, they
Were more Concerned than I can say:--
His Mother, as She dried her eyes,
Said, "Well--it gives me no surprise,
He would not do as he was told!"
His Father, who was self-controlled,
Bade all the children round attend
To James' miserable end,
And always keep a-hold of Nurse
For fear of finding something worse.
HENRY KING,
_Who chewed bits of String, and was early cut off in Dreadful Agonies._
The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was
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chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.
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Physicians of the Utmost Fame
Were called at once; but when they came
They answered,
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as they took their Fees,
"There is no Cure for this Disease.
Henry will very soon be dead."
His Parents stood about his Bed
Lamenting his Untimely Death,
When Henry, with his Latest Breath,
Cried--
"Oh, my Friends, be warned by me,
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That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch and Tea
Are all the Human Frame requires ..."
With that the Wretched Child expires.
MATILDA,
_Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death._
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
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It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
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Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe
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to
the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs and Bow,
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
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"Matilda's House is Burning Down!"
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
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Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away!
* * *
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that Interesting Play
_The Second Mrs. Tanqueray._
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