The grand tea-party

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Fingraved and Printed by
THE J. J. RYDER CO.,
Engravers and Printers,
Providence, R. J.

1896.





Jo My Little Sister Beulah.

“& WS Wh
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i HE giant’s seven league boots are swift,
They carry him to every star,

But greater still thy happy gift

For Fancy’s boots are swifter far:

They bear thee swift to moon and sun,
They bring the homes of fairies near,
They give thee glimpses of each one

Of those of whom you love to hear!

You roam the pastures with Bo—Peep,
You see the home of Old King Cole,

See! There’s Boy Blue, he’s fast asleep
Under the haystack as of old!



You journey far to every star,
You play with little Silver Hair!
For you have playmates near and far

And you are welcome everywhere.

And then your eyes come dancing back
And, with a happy, wistful look,
You tell me how they live and act

And I sketch pictures in this book.

Trying with mortal pen to draw
Each fairy playmate full of glee

And witch and giant that you saw
For other happy hearts to see.



THANE M. Jonzs.

wea

SES
a Woodstock, N. B., Canada.







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AD
Ne OTHER GOOSE calls to mind all her friends,

great and small,




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A te une?

The lean ones, the fat ones, the short ones and tall

And plans to make ready a tea for them all!



O the gentle old dame

Who is well-known to fame





And who lives as you know in a wood far away.
All alone with her son

And the bride he had won

Who is ‘‘ fair as the lily and sweet as the May,”’
Said,—‘‘This very day

We shall fly far away

And ask all our neighbors to come spend the day.”’

De,

Se
Thane Jour





In those songs of myself which the
children all know,

Not a feast or a ball

Has been held for us all

So I think it is time that abroad we

should go.”’




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Fi

OR since the grand ball

Held in the Grand Hall

Of jolly old Santa Claus long,
long ago

Where we all danced and dined

Whose names you may find





‘Well said,’’ said her son,

‘What you wish shall be done”’

And he hastened to harness the fowl for their flight;
So that very day

They flew far away

And stopped at the dwellings the guests to invite,
And, when they had flown

All around, they flew home

And felt that their friends had been filled with delight !





UITE early next morn

Fair Jack blew his horn

To summon three jolly young lads that
he knew,

Pretty soon Tommy Stout

Came in sight with a shout



And after him quickly came Little
Boy Blue,

And then Johnny Green

In the distance was seen

All willing to help him—a jolly young

crew !







wr hammer and tacks

With shovel and axe

Did they work, toil and hew till the horn
blew at noon;

Mother Goose and Jack’s wife

Baked and boiled for dear life

And cooked heaps of victuals as big
as the moon!

Then they all took a rest

And soon afterwards dressed

In their best for the guests were expected

quite soon.

















Ah! There came a crew!

In a basket they flew,

A dozen gay neighbors all in a balloon;

For the old woman guest

As she flew would request

Those walking along to jump in,—there was room,—
Saying, ‘‘Friends, ’tis quite late,

So pile in, small and great,

And Old King Cole’s fiddlers will play us a tune!”’



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At about three o’clock

Came along a great flock

Of the guests who were greeted with hand-shake or kiss:—
All was hurry and hustle

And worry and bustle

For ne’er was a coming so noisy as this,

To make welcome each one

Of the guests who had come

To make royally welcome to share all the bliss, —
To make room for the rigs

Brooms, baskets and gigs

And the sheep that had come with the Shepherdess Miss !











O see Willie Long

A-flying along

On a flying broom lent by a fairy,—

By the fairy who came

To Cinderella thro’ flame

And who helped her the gay prince to marry,—
O, see how he flies

So swift thro’ the skies !

Who could wish for a journey more airy ?





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‘There were many a guest

All dressed in their best

And they listened while Jack told his plans for the fun,—
‘‘Rvery neighbor and friend

Who has come here to spend

This jolly half-day that has now but begun

Is thrice welcome here

You may rove far and near

Or bask in the beams of the jolly old sun!”’





Te HRO?’ the grove fresh in bloom

: You’ll find plenty of room

‘To hide and to seek, roam, rove and explore
And beyond that you’ll meet

With a lake, still and sweet

With many a tiny craft tied by the shore,
There are these sports and more

‘Twould take long to name o’er

And I hope you’ll be merry as never before !”’








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Ee long a gay crew

Round the little lake flew
All seated so snug in a birch-bark canoe;
Jack Sprat and a few
Of his friends came in view
Round a bend in the bank in a boat
painted blue,—
‘Hurrah! How are you ?
If you’ve nothing to do
Pray come and lets visit the famous

old Shoe!”





HE two crews set out
With many a shout
Down the still lake to see what Jack wished them to view

Jack soon cried,—‘‘Let’s land’’



And they ran up the sand

To the edge of the forest where stood the great Shoe,—
Perhaps a giant with wings

Used to wear such huge things

And this one had slipped from his foot as he flew !









BRB" that as it may
For many a day
An ugly old dame and her children dwelt there,—
Twenty-five girls she had 2 2
And as many a lad
Who at sight of our friends with their shouts filled the air!

While the children did stare

While the old dame did glare

Peter White took a sketch of the dwelling so rare!











UT when the old dame

Snatched her switch and her cane

And hobbled as fast as she could from the |
Shoe,

Our jolly friends thought

They had best leave the spot; |
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And hastened away to their boat and canoe,— |
But they stopped with a stare
For the boats weren’t there

But were far, far away o’er the still lake so

blue!







ees Will took his broom

On which there was room

For three sturdy lads and flew high thro’ the air,—
With swiftness they flew

The Shoe-brood to shoo,—

And the imps of the wood from the two boats did scare !
‘“The rascals can swim

But they won’t steal again

For they got such a fright’’ lean Jack Sprat did declare.



















half-dozen or so
Decided to go
And have a fine swing underneath the green
leaves
Jack-be-Nimble and Mary
Who is called quite contrary

Had a journey quite airy thro’ the soft-

blowing breeze,

Santa Claus and Boy Blue
Thro’ the air fairly flew
And sang as they sailed past the sturdy

old trees!







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NOTHER gay play

Upon that Mayday

Was a very fine game of old Hide-and-go-seek
Tom Piper was ‘‘it’”’

And so had to sit

Until all hid away from where’er he might peep.
Tom faithfully spied

Where a playmate might hide

Till at last he found some one who’d fallen asleep!





Br he saw the round face

And he cried ‘‘Tommy Grace!
I have caught you a-napping so ‘it’ you must be!”’
Then he shouted out ‘‘caught!”’
And soon all reached the spot
And were ready again to go out, full of glee;
And so, on they played
And filled every glade

With their laughter and shouts till the horn blew for tea !



OW welcome the horn
On that gentle breeze born
That told each gay guest that
the feast was at hand!

To the cottage they flocked



Ran, skipped, flew or walked
Till all of the merry, mirth-making young band
Had come back from their play

At the close of the day

To share in the banquet so gorgeous and grand !



O SEE Peter White

d A-smiling so bright
As he stands by the pictures he drew,
Agi is his nose
Likewise -his long toes
And I cannot help laughing—can you ?—
For he looks as droll
As merry King Cole

And the rest of the fairyland crew.






ee famous cow with the crumpled
horn

Was milked by Jack that very morn

And yielded twenty creamy quarts or
more!

The cow that jumped clear over the
moon

Was milked by Jack that very noon

And added many a gallon to their
store:—

And when he sent an order out



To all the country ’round about
For good fat fowls there flocked in

many a score !





Yi

HERE was “‘peas porridge hot

And peas porridge cold

And peas porridge in the pot
nine days old.’’

There were hot-cross buns

‘‘For daughters and for sons’’

And they roasted a pig that
Tom Piper had stole!

There were very sweet tarts

From the good Queen of Hearts

And many a Humpty’s heart

of pure gold !





EE little Jack Horner
Over there at the corner,
How he laughs as he tastes his well-liked Christmas pie:
He thrusts in his thumb
And pulls out a plum
And cries out with pride, —‘‘What a good boy
am [!”’
And little Tom Tucker

Eats white bread and butter



And smilingly winks at Bo-Peep on the sly !



(ky HEN mirth was high

In every eye

There came a roar at the door,—
‘Twas the Bogie-Man

And Cormoran |

Blue Beard and Blunderbore !

‘‘Kind friends’’ one cried



‘“‘Let’s come inside
And we’ll never harm you

more.”







RAVE Jack spoke up,—
“You cannot sup
With us for you are bad,
You hurt or kill
Whoe’er you will
Whenever you get mad.”

So from the door
Went Blunderbore

And his comrades, very sad !





ISS Muffit was there
‘So bright and so fair
A-sharing her curds and her whey
with Young White,
Her Spider soon spied her
And dropped down beside her

And sent timid Peter away ina



fright !
O, wasn’t it fun
To see Peter run,

And even the spider laughed loud at the sight.





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HEN good Old King Cole






Had quite finished his bowl

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Mother Goose placed before him a very
large pie,

Lo, under its lid

Many blackbirds were hid

And when the king cut it straight out

did they fly !

The King was so shocked
As from out it they flocked
That he sprang from his seat with a loud

startled cry.









: q HE three wise men of Gotham
Have filled with wine their bow] !

And no one need to show them



How to drink like Old King
Cole,—
If the wine had been stronger

Their mirth had been longer !









a} eC F! IMPLE Simon

Wished the pieman

To pass a piece of pie,

He got his wish

Likewise a dish

With a piece six inches high !
“Ab ! Ha!’ he cries,—
‘I’m fond of pies

And this I’ll eat full soon! ’’

But when he turned to take a bite, |

The dish ran away with the spoon!









And seized the bags of gold,
And snatched with eager heart the harp

from which the music rolled,



Sat eating sweet grapes with Silver Hair
Who had eaten the soup of the Little Bear

And had broken the seat from his little chair !

soos









Ar now every one

Of the gay guests were done
And not a single eater could be seen,—
Except lean Jack Sprat
Who could never eat fat

And his wife would never eat lean

And Greedy-gut
Who loves to sup

For surely of all gluttons she is queen.







SS). Santa Claus arose

And straightway did propose
A toast to their hosts for their merry, merry day.—
‘“Three cheers for Jack’’ he cried,—
‘Three cheers for Jack’s fair bride
And for Mother Goose beside,”’
And all the party cried ‘‘Hip Hurray’?
And they drank full many a glass

And not a few—alas,

Grew—musical, and very, very gay !







eS jolly old sun has gone to rest

In his purple palace in the West
And the Sand Man’s coming with noiseless tread
To scatter his sleepiness over each head
And the lingering guests must say ‘‘good night’’
And fly to their homes in the stars so bright
Or to far-off nooks in this good old world
Soon, soon to be dreaining, in slumber curled,
Of Old King Cole and of Santa Claus

And the jolliest, happiest day ever was!

Lait bbe

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Fingraved and Printed by
THE J. J. RYDER CO.,
Engravers and Printers,
Providence, R. J.

1896.


Jo My Little Sister Beulah.

“& WS Wh
WS Ta




LA Ee]

i HE giant’s seven league boots are swift,
They carry him to every star,

But greater still thy happy gift

For Fancy’s boots are swifter far:

They bear thee swift to moon and sun,
They bring the homes of fairies near,
They give thee glimpses of each one

Of those of whom you love to hear!

You roam the pastures with Bo—Peep,
You see the home of Old King Cole,

See! There’s Boy Blue, he’s fast asleep
Under the haystack as of old!
You journey far to every star,
You play with little Silver Hair!
For you have playmates near and far

And you are welcome everywhere.

And then your eyes come dancing back
And, with a happy, wistful look,
You tell me how they live and act

And I sketch pictures in this book.

Trying with mortal pen to draw
Each fairy playmate full of glee

And witch and giant that you saw
For other happy hearts to see.



THANE M. Jonzs.

wea

SES
a Woodstock, N. B., Canada.




LB
B
DD
R
B



MoGd0COG000 Coes. CoRn2OcAn cOnUCgeKx





GOOFE’s |

TEA-PARTY. |

ELELOONCIO OSEAN ECE LIS O90 2 O08 COCO COO NOSE OOORD9000009300 2290009 COR ALSOP ICARDA CORED OSL NSOOCOBOOY









A fees and Retures by
“Thane M Jones

AD
Ne OTHER GOOSE calls to mind all her friends,

great and small,




9
“eg m
A te une?

The lean ones, the fat ones, the short ones and tall

And plans to make ready a tea for them all!
O the gentle old dame

Who is well-known to fame





And who lives as you know in a wood far away.
All alone with her son

And the bride he had won

Who is ‘‘ fair as the lily and sweet as the May,”’
Said,—‘‘This very day

We shall fly far away

And ask all our neighbors to come spend the day.”’

De,

Se
Thane Jour


In those songs of myself which the
children all know,

Not a feast or a ball

Has been held for us all

So I think it is time that abroad we

should go.”’




eee #

Fi

OR since the grand ball

Held in the Grand Hall

Of jolly old Santa Claus long,
long ago

Where we all danced and dined

Whose names you may find


‘Well said,’’ said her son,

‘What you wish shall be done”’

And he hastened to harness the fowl for their flight;
So that very day

They flew far away

And stopped at the dwellings the guests to invite,
And, when they had flown

All around, they flew home

And felt that their friends had been filled with delight !


UITE early next morn

Fair Jack blew his horn

To summon three jolly young lads that
he knew,

Pretty soon Tommy Stout

Came in sight with a shout



And after him quickly came Little
Boy Blue,

And then Johnny Green

In the distance was seen

All willing to help him—a jolly young

crew !




wr hammer and tacks

With shovel and axe

Did they work, toil and hew till the horn
blew at noon;

Mother Goose and Jack’s wife

Baked and boiled for dear life

And cooked heaps of victuals as big
as the moon!

Then they all took a rest

And soon afterwards dressed

In their best for the guests were expected

quite soon.














Ah! There came a crew!

In a basket they flew,

A dozen gay neighbors all in a balloon;

For the old woman guest

As she flew would request

Those walking along to jump in,—there was room,—
Saying, ‘‘Friends, ’tis quite late,

So pile in, small and great,

And Old King Cole’s fiddlers will play us a tune!”’



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sone

eee




At about three o’clock

Came along a great flock

Of the guests who were greeted with hand-shake or kiss:—
All was hurry and hustle

And worry and bustle

For ne’er was a coming so noisy as this,

To make welcome each one

Of the guests who had come

To make royally welcome to share all the bliss, —
To make room for the rigs

Brooms, baskets and gigs

And the sheep that had come with the Shepherdess Miss !





O see Willie Long

A-flying along

On a flying broom lent by a fairy,—

By the fairy who came

To Cinderella thro’ flame

And who helped her the gay prince to marry,—
O, see how he flies

So swift thro’ the skies !

Who could wish for a journey more airy ?


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|
|





‘There were many a guest

All dressed in their best

And they listened while Jack told his plans for the fun,—
‘‘Rvery neighbor and friend

Who has come here to spend

This jolly half-day that has now but begun

Is thrice welcome here

You may rove far and near

Or bask in the beams of the jolly old sun!”’


Te HRO?’ the grove fresh in bloom

: You’ll find plenty of room

‘To hide and to seek, roam, rove and explore
And beyond that you’ll meet

With a lake, still and sweet

With many a tiny craft tied by the shore,
There are these sports and more

‘Twould take long to name o’er

And I hope you’ll be merry as never before !”’








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ce Bee 5 fe Sioa Bio: ty

} Bins, Fgt G eee 4 ibe 2
fe se






Ee long a gay crew

Round the little lake flew
All seated so snug in a birch-bark canoe;
Jack Sprat and a few
Of his friends came in view
Round a bend in the bank in a boat
painted blue,—
‘Hurrah! How are you ?
If you’ve nothing to do
Pray come and lets visit the famous

old Shoe!”


HE two crews set out
With many a shout
Down the still lake to see what Jack wished them to view

Jack soon cried,—‘‘Let’s land’’



And they ran up the sand

To the edge of the forest where stood the great Shoe,—
Perhaps a giant with wings

Used to wear such huge things

And this one had slipped from his foot as he flew !






BRB" that as it may
For many a day
An ugly old dame and her children dwelt there,—
Twenty-five girls she had 2 2
And as many a lad
Who at sight of our friends with their shouts filled the air!

While the children did stare

While the old dame did glare

Peter White took a sketch of the dwelling so rare!








UT when the old dame

Snatched her switch and her cane

And hobbled as fast as she could from the |
Shoe,

Our jolly friends thought

They had best leave the spot; |
{



And hastened away to their boat and canoe,— |
But they stopped with a stare
For the boats weren’t there

But were far, far away o’er the still lake so

blue!




ees Will took his broom

On which there was room

For three sturdy lads and flew high thro’ the air,—
With swiftness they flew

The Shoe-brood to shoo,—

And the imps of the wood from the two boats did scare !
‘“The rascals can swim

But they won’t steal again

For they got such a fright’’ lean Jack Sprat did declare.
















half-dozen or so
Decided to go
And have a fine swing underneath the green
leaves
Jack-be-Nimble and Mary
Who is called quite contrary

Had a journey quite airy thro’ the soft-

blowing breeze,

Santa Claus and Boy Blue
Thro’ the air fairly flew
And sang as they sailed past the sturdy

old trees!




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4
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NOTHER gay play

Upon that Mayday

Was a very fine game of old Hide-and-go-seek
Tom Piper was ‘‘it’”’

And so had to sit

Until all hid away from where’er he might peep.
Tom faithfully spied

Where a playmate might hide

Till at last he found some one who’d fallen asleep!


Br he saw the round face

And he cried ‘‘Tommy Grace!
I have caught you a-napping so ‘it’ you must be!”’
Then he shouted out ‘‘caught!”’
And soon all reached the spot
And were ready again to go out, full of glee;
And so, on they played
And filled every glade

With their laughter and shouts till the horn blew for tea !
OW welcome the horn
On that gentle breeze born
That told each gay guest that
the feast was at hand!

To the cottage they flocked



Ran, skipped, flew or walked
Till all of the merry, mirth-making young band
Had come back from their play

At the close of the day

To share in the banquet so gorgeous and grand !
O SEE Peter White

d A-smiling so bright
As he stands by the pictures he drew,
Agi is his nose
Likewise -his long toes
And I cannot help laughing—can you ?—
For he looks as droll
As merry King Cole

And the rest of the fairyland crew.
ee famous cow with the crumpled
horn

Was milked by Jack that very morn

And yielded twenty creamy quarts or
more!

The cow that jumped clear over the
moon

Was milked by Jack that very noon

And added many a gallon to their
store:—

And when he sent an order out



To all the country ’round about
For good fat fowls there flocked in

many a score !


Yi

HERE was “‘peas porridge hot

And peas porridge cold

And peas porridge in the pot
nine days old.’’

There were hot-cross buns

‘‘For daughters and for sons’’

And they roasted a pig that
Tom Piper had stole!

There were very sweet tarts

From the good Queen of Hearts

And many a Humpty’s heart

of pure gold !


EE little Jack Horner
Over there at the corner,
How he laughs as he tastes his well-liked Christmas pie:
He thrusts in his thumb
And pulls out a plum
And cries out with pride, —‘‘What a good boy
am [!”’
And little Tom Tucker

Eats white bread and butter



And smilingly winks at Bo-Peep on the sly !
(ky HEN mirth was high

In every eye

There came a roar at the door,—
‘Twas the Bogie-Man

And Cormoran |

Blue Beard and Blunderbore !

‘‘Kind friends’’ one cried



‘“‘Let’s come inside
And we’ll never harm you

more.”




RAVE Jack spoke up,—
“You cannot sup
With us for you are bad,
You hurt or kill
Whoe’er you will
Whenever you get mad.”

So from the door
Went Blunderbore

And his comrades, very sad !


ISS Muffit was there
‘So bright and so fair
A-sharing her curds and her whey
with Young White,
Her Spider soon spied her
And dropped down beside her

And sent timid Peter away ina



fright !
O, wasn’t it fun
To see Peter run,

And even the spider laughed loud at the sight.


vs
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= \
or aa
fs

!
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wil
i:
fie

HEN good Old King Cole






Had quite finished his bowl

wy
ae

Mother Goose placed before him a very
large pie,

Lo, under its lid

Many blackbirds were hid

And when the king cut it straight out

did they fly !

The King was so shocked
As from out it they flocked
That he sprang from his seat with a loud

startled cry.






: q HE three wise men of Gotham
Have filled with wine their bow] !

And no one need to show them



How to drink like Old King
Cole,—
If the wine had been stronger

Their mirth had been longer !






a} eC F! IMPLE Simon

Wished the pieman

To pass a piece of pie,

He got his wish

Likewise a dish

With a piece six inches high !
“Ab ! Ha!’ he cries,—
‘I’m fond of pies

And this I’ll eat full soon! ’’

But when he turned to take a bite, |

The dish ran away with the spoon!






And seized the bags of gold,
And snatched with eager heart the harp

from which the music rolled,



Sat eating sweet grapes with Silver Hair
Who had eaten the soup of the Little Bear

And had broken the seat from his little chair !

soos






Ar now every one

Of the gay guests were done
And not a single eater could be seen,—
Except lean Jack Sprat
Who could never eat fat

And his wife would never eat lean

And Greedy-gut
Who loves to sup

For surely of all gluttons she is queen.




SS). Santa Claus arose

And straightway did propose
A toast to their hosts for their merry, merry day.—
‘“Three cheers for Jack’’ he cried,—
‘Three cheers for Jack’s fair bride
And for Mother Goose beside,”’
And all the party cried ‘‘Hip Hurray’?
And they drank full many a glass

And not a few—alas,

Grew—musical, and very, very gay !




eS jolly old sun has gone to rest

In his purple palace in the West
And the Sand Man’s coming with noiseless tread
To scatter his sleepiness over each head
And the lingering guests must say ‘‘good night’’
And fly to their homes in the stars so bright
Or to far-off nooks in this good old world
Soon, soon to be dreaining, in slumber curled,
Of Old King Cole and of Santa Claus

And the jolliest, happiest day ever was!

Lait bbe

a



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