Oh, silly child! what is he saying? As if he could be always playing! Then, Betty, you must come and carry This very foolish little Harry. The little birds are better taught, They go to roosting when they ought; And all the ducks, and fowls, you know, _They_ went to bed an hour ago. The little beggar in the street, Who wanders with his naked feet, And has not where to lay his head, Oh, he'd be glad to go to bed. [Illustration] WASHING AND DRESSING. Ah! why will my dear little girl be so cross, And cry, and look sulky, and pout? To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss, I can't even kiss her without. You say you don't like to be wash'd and be dress'd, But would you not wish to be clean? Come, drive that long sob from your dear little breast, This face is not fit to be seen. If the water is cold, and the brush hurts your head, And the soap has got into your eye, Will the water grow warmer for all that you've said? And what good will it do you to cry? It is not to tease you and hurt you, my sweet, But only for kindness and care, That I wash you, and dress you, and make you look neat, And comb out your tanglesome hair. I don't mind the trouble, if you would not cry, But pay me for all with a kiss; That's right--take the towel and wipe your wet eye, I thought you'd be good after this. [Illustration] THE VULGAR LITTLE LADY. "But, mamma, now," said Charlotte, "pray, don't you believe That I'm better than Jenny, my nurse? Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve; Her clothes are a thousand times worse. "I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do, And the country folks stare at me so; And nobody dares to control me but you Because I'm a lady, you know. [Illustration] "Then, servants are vulgar, and I am genteel; So, really, 'tis out of the way, To think that I should not be better a deal Than maids, and such people as they." "Gentility, Charlotte," her mother replied, "Belongs to no station or place; And nothing's so vulgar as folly and pride, Though dress'd in red slippers and lace. "Not all the fine things that fine ladies possess Should teach them the poor to despise; For 'tis in good manners, and not in good dress, That the truest gentility lies." [Illustration] THE WOODEN DOLL AND THE WAX DOLL.