T is a Trumpet, your merit to raise; V is a Vulture, on other birds preys.

W a Wren, that was perch'd on a spray;

[Ill.u.s.tration {X, Y, Z}: 32_1]

X was King Xerxes, well known in his day.

Y is a Yew Tree, both slender and tall; Z Zacaariah, the last of them all.

[Ill.u.s.tration: 32_2 _Reading made Easie, copy of Bewick._]

[Ill.u.s.tration: 32_3 _You are Old Father William, by Green._]

[Ill.u.s.tration: 33_1 The History of Jack the Giant-killer.]

The above woodcut of a Fugitive Soldier (designed by Craig, and engraved by Lee) was used on the back of the cover of this little book, as issued by J. G. Rusher at Banbury.

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Jack's Artfulness.

Jack shows the Giant a trick.

The Giant and his Prisoners.

Jack slices off the Giant's nose.

Jack kills Blunderbore.

Jack strangles the Giants.]

DEATH AND BURIAL OF c.o.c.k ROBIN.

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Who killed c.o.c.k Robin?

I, said the sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed c.o.c.k Robin!

This is the pie That saw him die.

Who caught his blood?

I said the fish, With my little dish, I caught his blood!

Who made his shroud?

I, said the Eagle, With my thread and needle!

This is the Owl so brave That dug c.o.c.k Robin's grave.

Who'll be the parson?

I, said the Rook.

Who'll be the clerk?

I, said the lark.

Who'll carry him to his grave?

I, said the kite.

Who'll be the chief mourner?

I, said the swan.

Who'll bear his Pall?

We, said the wrens.

Who'll toll the bell?

I, said the Bull.

Who'll lead the way?

I, said the martin.

The birds of the air fell a sighing and sobbing, When they heard the bell toll for poor c.o.c.k Robin.]

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The History of Tom Thumb.

The cow took Tom Thumb With a mouthful of gra.s.s.

His b.u.t.terfly mounted, And rode o'er the stream.

He climbed up the edge, And fell in the bowl.

Tom soused in the firmity, And had a great fall.

The breath of the spider In the midst of the strife Was too much for Sir Thomas, And cost him his life.

{Alas! Sir Thomas}]

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Children in the Wood.

With clay-cold lips the babes they kissed.

He bargained with two ruffians strong.

Away the little babes were sent.

To fight they go right suddenly.

Then hand in hand they took their way.

Till death did end their grief.]

Mother Hubbard and her Dog.