Part 10
But that you may not think I leave you too abruptly, I here present you with the picture of dame Dumpling, who made the Apple pie you have been reading about; she has several more in her basket, and she promised that if you are good children you shall never go to bed supperless while she has one left. But as good people always ask a blessing, as a token that you are good and deserve a pie, you must learn the two following Graces, that one be said before your meals, and the other after.
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_Grace before Meat._
Good Lord, bless us, and these thy creatures, to our use, which we are about to receive, of thy bounteous liberality, through Jesus Christ our Lord. _Amen._
_Grace after Meat._
We thank thee, O Lord, for all the benefits of this time, and of our whole lives. Make us thankful for all thy mercies now, and for evermore. _Amen._
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS PUT INTO SHORT RHYME.
1. Thou shalt have no other God but me. 2. Before no idol bow thy knee. 3. Take not the name of God it vain. 4. Nor dare the Sabbath-day profane. 5. Give both thy parents honour due. 6. Take heed that thou no murder do. 7. Abstain from words and deeds unclean. 8. Steal not, tho' thou art poor and mean. 9. Tell not a wilful lie, nor love it. 10. What is thy neighbour's, dare not covet.
J. Paul & Co., Printers.
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER WONDERFUL DOG.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To get the poor dog a bone; But when she came there the cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
LONDON: Printed by J. CATNACH, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, 7 Dials.
She went to the baker's to buy him some bread, When she came back the dog was dead. Ah! my poor dog, she cried, oh, what shall I do? You were always my pride--none equal to you.
She went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin, When she came back, the dog was laughing. Now how this can be quite puzzles my brain, I am much pleased to see you alive once again.
She went to the barber's to buy him a wig, When she came back he was dancing a jig. O, you dear merry grig, how nicely you're prancing; Then she held up the wig, and he began dancing.
She went to the sempstress to buy him some linen, When she came back the dog was spinning. The reel, when 'twas done, was wove into a shirt, Which served to protect him from weather and dirt.
To market she went, to buy him some tripe, When she came back he was smoking his pipe. Why, sure, cried the dame, you'd beat the great Jocko. Who before ever saw a dog smoking tobacco?
She went to the alehouse to buy him some beer, When she came back he sat on a chair. Drink hearty, said Dame, there's nothing to pay, 'Twill banish your sorrow and moisten your clay.
She went to the fruiterer's to buy him some fruit, When she came back he was playing the flute. Oh, you musical dog, you surely can speak: Come, sing me a song, then he set up a squeak.
She went to the tavern for white wine and red, When she came back he stood on his head. This is odd, said the dame, for fun you seem bred, One would almost believe you'd wine in your head.
The dog he cut capers, and turned out his toes, 'Twill soon cure the vapours, he such attitude shows. The dame made a curtsey, the dog made a bow, The dame said, Your servant, the dog said Bow wow.
THE Royal Book.
OF Nursery Rhymes.
A present for little Masters and Misses. A Good Book to Instruct and Amuse.
Pussy-Cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been up to London to look at the queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.
London: Published by RYLE and PAUL, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Seven Dials.
NURSERY RHYMES.
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.
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.
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.
Cock a doodle do, The dame has lost her shoe, And master's lost his fiddle stick And don't know what to do.
Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair! Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman unto Simon First give me a penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, I have not got any.
Once Simon made a great snow ball And brought it in to roast, He laid it down before the fire, And soon the ball was lost.
He went to ride a spotted cow, That had a little calf, She threw him down upon the ground And made all the people laugh.
Now Simple Simon went a fishing, For to catch a whale, But all the water he had got Was in his mother's pail.
He went to catch a dickey bird And thought he could not fail Because he had a bit of salt, To put upon his tail.
He went to see if cherries ripe, Did grow upon a thistle, He pricked his finger very much, Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went to take a bird's nest, 'Twas built upon a bough, A branch gave way, down Simon fell Into a dirty slough.
Simon was sent to market, To buy a joint of meat, He tied it to his horse's tail, To keep it clean and sweet.
He went to slide upon the ice, Before the ice would bear, Then he plunged in above his knees, Which made poor Simon stare.
He went to shoot a wild duck, But the duck flew away, Says Simon I can't hit him, Because he would not stay.
Then Simple Simon went a hunting, For to catch a hare, He rode an ass about the street, But could not find one there.
He went for water in a seive, But soon it all run through, And went all o'er his clothes, Which made poor Simon rue.
He washed himself with blacking ball, Because he had no soap, And then said to his mother I'm a beauty now I hope.
He went to eat some honey, Out of the mustard pot, It bit his tongue until he cried, That was all the good he got.
Simple Simon cutting his mother's bellows open to see where the wind lay.
JACK JINGLE.
Little Jack Jingle, Played truant at school, They made his bum tingle For being a fool; He promised no more Like a fool he would look But be a good boy and attend to his book.
See little Jack Jingle Learning his task, He's a very good boy, If the neighbours should ask, To school he does run, And no truant does play, But when school is done, He can laugh and be gay.
Here sulky Sue, What shall we do. Turn her face to the wall, Till she comes to; If that should fail, A touch with the cane Will do her good, When she feels the pain.
Now Suky never pouts, Never frowns, never flouts, But reads her book with glee, Then dances merrily, No girl so good as she, In all the country; Cheerfully doth all things do, She lost the name of sulky Sue.
Jack Jingle went 'prentice, To make a horse-shoe, He wasted the iron, Till it would not do, His master came in, And began for to rail; Says Jack, the shoe's spoil'd, But 'twill still make a nail.
Little Jack Jingle, Went to court Suky Shingle, Says he, shall we mingle Our toes in the bed; Fye! Jacky Jingle, Says little Suke Shingle, We must try to mingle, Our pence for some bread.
Suke Shingle when young, Did what others have done, She could dirty two clouts, While her mother wash'd one. But now grown a stout wench, With her pail and her mop, If she don't clean the board, She can make a great slop.
Suky you shall be my wife, And I'll tell you why; I have got a little pig, And you have got a sty; I have got a dun cow, And you can make good cheese, Suky will you have me? Say yes, if you please.
DEATH & BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN.
Who kill'd Cock Robin? I said the sparrow, With my bow and arrow. I kill'd Cock Robin.
Who caught his blood? I, said the fish, With my little dish-- I caught his blood.
This is the fish That held the dish.
Who saw him die? I, said the fly With my little eye-- I saw him die.
This is the fly That saw him die.
Who made his shroud? I, said the beetle, With my little needle-- I made his shroud.
This is the beetle, With his little needle.
Who'll be the Parson? I, said the rook, With my little book-- I will be the Parson.
Here is Parson Rook, Reading his book.
Who'll carry the coffin? I, said the Kite, If it's not in the night-- I'll carry the coffin.
Behold the Kite, How he takes his flight.
Who'll be the clerk? I, said the Lark, If its not in the dark-- I will be the clerk.
Behold how the Lark, Says Amen like a clerk.
Who will carry the link? I, said the linnet: I'll fetch it in a minute-- I will carry the link.
The Linnet with a light, Altho' it is not night.
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.
And now her riding hood is on, How pretty she does look; _Mamma_ made it to keep her warm Because she learn'd her book; So be good girls all who hear this And boys be good also, And your _Mammas_ will give you all Great coats and hoods, I know.
You see this pot of butter nice, And likewise this plum-cake, Which little _Biddy's_ dear _mamma_ For _grandmamma_ did make: Who lived in a little house, A mile or two away, And _Red Riding Hood_ must take them, To _Grandmamma_ next day
The morning come--the hood put on, The pot and cake she took, _Biddy_, good bye--good bye, _mamma_ And then her hand she shook: And so set off for _grandmamma's_ _Mamma_ stood at the door, And watched her little _Biddy_ till She could see her no more.
Now in the road to _grandma's_ house, A lonesome wood there lay, And _Goffip Wolf_ popp'd from a bush, And stopp'd her in the way He was a fierce and cruel beast, And would have eat her there, But turning of his head about, He found he did not dare.
I'm going to my _grandmamma's_, She is not very well, With cake and pot of butter; Says _Wolf_ where does she dwell? In yonder house, by yonder mill Good bye--I cannot stay-- And with her pretty finger, she Pointed out the way.
The _Wolf_ got first to grandma's door, And knocked toc, toc, toc; Who is that, said _grandmamma_, That at the door doth knock; 'Tis your _grandaughter_, said the _Wolf_ And mimic'd Biddy's voice, _Mamma_ has sent you a plumb cake, And pot of butter nice.
Now _grandmamma_ being very ill, She on the bed did lie, And called out, the bobbin pull, And up the latch will fly; The bobbin pull'd, up flew the latch, The _Wolf_ popp'd in his head And soon he eat up _grandmamma_ And then got into bed.
Toc, toc, toc, at _grandma's_ door Knocked _Little Red Riding Hood_, Who's there, says _Wolf_, and with a voice, Like _grandma's_ as he could; 'Tis your _grandaughter_, little _Bid_ With cake and pot of butter; The bobbin pull, the latch will fly, The wicked _Wolf_ did mutter.
CINDERELLA.
Here Cinderella you may see A beauty bright and fair, Her real name was Helena, Few with her could compare Besides she was so very good, So affable and mild, She learned to pray and read her book, Like a very good child.
Her mother-in-law you see, One of the worst of hags, Who made her do all drudgery work. And clothed her in rags; And after she had done her work, Her mother-in-law would tell her The cinders she might sit among, Then call'd her Cinderella.
These are her two sisters-in-law, Both deformed & ordinary, Altho' they dress as fine as queens, Which you may think extraordinary; But neither of them scarce can read, Nor pray to God to bless'em They only know to patch and paint, And gaudily to dress'em,
This is the king's fine gallant son, Young, handsome, straight and tall He invited all the ladies round For to dance at his ball; Which when the ugly sisters heard They dress'd themselves so fine, And off they set, being resolv'd At this grand ball to shine.
Her god-mother came to lend her aid, And her power is not small To help her god-daughter to go To this fine prince's ball. This coach was once a pumpkin, By the fairy changed from that, The footmen once were lizards green, The coachman once a rat.
Now having danced with the prince, He led her to her place, While all the ladies at the ball Envied her handsome face; Behold the clock now striking twelve, Out Cinderella run, And happily got out of door Just as the clock had done.
But in her haste to get away, One of her slippers fell, Which the young prince himself pick'd up, And it pleased him so well, That straight he offer'd a reward, It was ten thousand pound, To any person that could tell Where the owner could be found.
And now the sisters tried in vain The slipper to get on; Said Cinderella, let me try, Dear sisters, when you've done; She tried, and on it went with ease To the foot of Cinderella, Said She, I think the slipper's mine, See here I've got the fellow.
THE CHILD'S NEW YEAR'S GIFT.
_A pair of Spectacles._
Without a bridle or a saddle, Across a thing I ride and straddle. And those I ride by help of me, Tho' almost blind are made to see.
_A pair of Stays._
My legs I can venture, To say within bound, Are twelve, if not more, Tho' they ne'er touch the ground; If you search for my eyes, More than thirty you'll find And strange to be told They are always behind.
_A Pin._
And tho' I'm a brazen-fac'd sharper at best, No lady without my aid can be drest, When I'm wanted, I'm dragg'd by the head to my duty And am doomed to be slave to the dress of a beauty.
_A letter M._
I'm found in most countries, Yet not in earth or sea, I am in all timber, Yet not in any tree, I am in all metals, Yet, as I am told, I am not in iron, lead, Brass, silver, nor gold.
_A Pair of Snuffers._
A mouth I have got, that's not whiter than ink. And all I devour doth most nauseously stink; So much valued am I, that by none I'm refused, And the light shines the brighter whenever I'm used.
_A Watch._
My form is beauteous to allure the sight My habit gay, of colour gold & white, When ladies take the air, it is my pride, To walk with equal paces by their side, I near their persons constantly remain, A favourite slave, bound in a golden chain.
_A Wheelbarrow._
No mouth, no eyes, nor yet a nose, Two arms, two feet, and as it goes, The feet don't touch the ground, But all the way the head runs round.
And tho' I can both speak and go alone, Yet are my motions to myself unknown.
_A Salamander._
What all consumes best pleases me, I covet that which others flee, Strange thing to tell, unhurt I lie And live, where all the world would die.
Printed by A. Ryle & Paul.
THE GOOD CHILD'S ILLUSTRATED ALPHABET OR FIRST BOOK.
LONDON: Published by RYLE & PAUL, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Seven Dials.
Was an Archer, Who shot at a frog.
Was a Butcher, And kept a great dog.
Was a Captain, All covered with lace.
Was a Drunkard And had a red face.
Was an Esquire, With insolent brow.
Was a Farmer, And Followed the plough.
Was a Gamester, Who had but ill-luck.
Was a Huntsman, And hunted a buck.
Was an Inn-keeper, Who loved to bouse.
Was a Joiner, And built up a house.
Was King William, Once governed this land.
Was a Lady, who Had a white hand.
Was a Miser, And hoarded up gold.
Was a Nobleman, Gallant and bold.
Was an Oyster-wench, And went about town.
Was a Parson, and Wore a black gown.
Was a Queen, Who was fond of flip.
Was a Robber, And wanted a whip.
Was a Sailor, Who spent all he got.
Was a Tinker, And mended a pot.
Was a Usurer, A miserly elf.
Was a Vinter, who Drank all himself.
Was a Watchman, And guarded the door.
Was Expensive, And so became poor.
Was a Youth, Who did not love school.
Was a Zany, A silly old fool.
THE ALPHABET.
The Letters promiscuously arranged.
D B C F G E H A X U Y M V W N K P J O Z Q I S L T R
z w x o c l y b b f p s m q n v h k r t g e j a u i
Double and Triple Letters.
fi fl ff ffi ffl fi fl fff ffi fl
Diphthongs, &c.
AE OE æ oe & &c. Æ OE ae oe and _et cætera_
Arabic Numerals.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0
Roman Numerals.
I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV.
THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF DICK TURPIN.
London: W. S. FORTEY, PRINTER & PUBLISHER, MONMOUTH COURT, BLOOMSBURY, W.C.
THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF DICK TURPIN.
RICHARD TURPIN was born at Hempstead, in Essex, where his father kept the sign of the Bell; and after being the usual time at school, he was bound apprentice to a butcher in Whitechapel, but did not serve out his time, for his master discharged him for impropriety of conduct, which was not in the least diminished by his parents' indulgence in supplying him with money, which enabled him to cut a figure round the town, among the blades of the road and the turf, whose company he usually kept.
His friends, thinking that marriage would reclaim him, persuaded him to marry, which he did with one Hester Palmer, of East Ham in Essex, but he had not long been married before he became acquainted with a gang of thieves, whose depredations terrified the whole county of Essex, and the neighbourhood of London. He joined sheep stealing to foot-pad robbery; and was at last obliged to fly from his place of residence for stealing a young heifer, which he killed and cut up for sale.
Soon after, he stole two oxen from one Farmer Giles, of Plaistow, and drove them to a Butcher's slaughtering house, near Waltham Abbey.
He was followed there, but made his escape out of the window of the house where he was, just as they were entering the door.
He now retreated into the Hundreds of Essex, where he found more security: he adopted a new scheme; and that was to rob the smugglers, but he took care not to attack a gang, only solitary travellers, this he did with a colour of justice, for he pretended to have a deputation from the Customs, and demanded their property in the king's name.
He again joined the gang with whom he had before connected himself, the principal part of those depredations were committed upon Epping Forest, &c.
But this soon becoming an object of magisterial enquiry, he again returned to the solitude of the country, with some more of the gang, and they became notorious deer-stealers, and Turpin being a good shot, sent many a buck up to his connections in London.
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They next determined to commence house-breakers; and in this they were much encouraged by joining with Gregory's gang, as it was then called, a company of desparadoes that made the Essex and adjacent roads very dangerous to travel.
Somehow or other, Turpin became acquainted with the circumstances of an old woman, that lived at Laughton, that kept a great quantity of cash by her; whereupon they agreed to rob her; and when they came to the door, Wheeler knocked and Turpin and the rest forcing their way into the house, blindfolded the eyes of the old woman and her maid, and tied the legs of her son to the bedstead, but not finding the wished-for booty, they held a consultation, as they were certain she must have a considerable sum concealed. Turpin told her he knew she had money, and it was in vain to deny it, for have it they would. The old lady persisted that she had none, but Turpin insisting she had money, he swore he would put her on the fire. She continued obstinate and endured for some time, when they took her off the grate, and robbed her of all they could find, upwards of four hundred pounds.
They next proceeded into Surrey, where Turpin and his company robbed Mr. Sheldon's house, near Croydon Church, where they arrived about seven o'clock in the evening. They secured the coachman in the stable. His master hearing some strange voices in the yard, was proceeding to know the cause, when he was met by Turpin, who seizing hold of him compelled him to show them the way into the house, when he secured the door, and confined the rest of the family in one room, here they found but little plate and no cash. From Mr. Sheldon's person they took eleven guineas, two of which Turpin returned him, begged pardon for what they had done, and wished him a good night.
These robberies hitherto had been carried on entirely on foot, with only the occasional assistance of a hackney coach but now they aspired to appear on horse-back, for which purpose they hired horses at the Old Leaping Bar in Holborn, from whence they set out about two o'clock in the afternoon, and arrived at the Queen's Head, Stanmore, where they staid to regale themselves. It was by this means that Wood, the master of the horse, had so good an opportunity of observing the horses, as to remember the same again when he saw them afterwards in Bloomsbury, where they were taken. About five they went from Mr. Wood's to Stanmore and staid from six until seven and then went together for Mr. Lawrence's, about a mile from thence, where they got about half-past seven. On their arrival at Mr. Lawrence's they alighted from their horses at the gate; whereupon Fielder knocked at the door, and calling out Mr. Lawrence. The man servant thinking it to be some of the neighbours, opened the door, upon which they all rushed in with pistols, and seizing Mr.
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