What trouble he's had--
Medicine and blisters!
His cough was _so_ bad!

Now he is better:
He soon will be well,
And go back to Mother,
With stories to tell,

Of softly reclining
On pillows of down,--
Of Mary his nurse
In her pretty blue gown,

Of the doctor so gentle,
The other sick boys,
And oh! a whole shopful
Of beautiful toys!

The Happy Family

Here's my Happy Family,
Little folks, as you may see:
Cats who fight, but just in fun,
Mice who up the flag-staff run,
Paroquet, canaries too,--

Now, my dears, 'twixt me and you,
Girls and boys who scold and tease,
Might a lesson learn from these
Birds and beasts who all agree
In my Happy Family.

The Crossing Sweeper

He is weak and old, and he feels the cold,
But a nice clean path he keeps,
For passengers all, both great and small,
As the mud to each side he sweeps.
The people stare, in London Town,
At his turban rare, and his face so brown,
But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,
So long as a coin for him they find.
And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,
As if to the passer-by he'd say,--
"Think of your shining boots and shoes,
And a copper to me you can't refuse.
For each penny I get I sweep the faster--
Ah! thank you,
Thank you,
Kind young master!"

PUNCH AND JUDY

Have you a penny? well then, stay!
Haven't you any? don't go away!
Punch holds receptions all through the day,
Squeaking aloud to gather a crowd,
Scolding at Toby, beating his Wife,
Frightening the Constable out of his life,
And making jokes in a terrible passion,
As is Mr. Punch's peculiar fashion;
For this is his old, delightful plan
Of getting as many pence as he can.
Then away he'll jog,
With his Wife and his Dog,
New folks to meet
In the very next street.

The Lowther Arcade

Tell me, rosy little boy,
Listen, little maiden, too,
Do you love a fine new toy?
Yes, you say, of course you do.
Then your thought to Mother tell,
And she'll take her little maid,
And her little boy as well,
To this wonderful Arcade.

Active apes that climb up sticks,
Swords and guns and trumpets bright,
Wooden horses,