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LONDON FREDERICK WARNE AND CO-AND NEW YORK MDCCCXCVII

PARVARD COLLEGE

OCT 19 1917

LIBRARY

Sufseritte afeced

Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & Co.

At the Ballantyne Press

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TO

10 read the old Nursery Rhymes brings

back queer lost memories of a man's own

childhood. One seems to see the loose floppy picture-books of long ago, with their boldly coloured pictures. The books were tattered and worn, and my first library consisted of a wooden box full of these volumes. And I can remember being imprisoned for some crime in the closet where the box was, and how my gaolers found me, happy and impenitent, sitting on the box, with its contents all round me, reading.

There was

“Who Killed Cock Robin?” which I knew by heart before I could read, and I learned to read (entirely “without tears ”) by picking out the letters in the familiar words. I remember the Lark dressed as a clerk, but what a clerk might be I did not ask. Other children, who are little now, will read this book, and remember it well when they have forgotten a great deal of history and geography. We do not know what poets wrote the old Nursery Rhymes, but certainly some of them were written down, or even printed, three hundred years ago. Grandmothers have sung them to their grandchildren, and they again to theirs, for many centuries. In Scotland an old fellow will take a child on his knee for a ride, and sing

“ This is the way the ladies ride,

Jimp and sma', -"

a smooth ride, then a rough trot,

“ This is the way the cadgers ride,

Creels and a'!”

Such songs are sometimes not printed, but they are never forgotten.

About the people mentioned in this book :-We do not exactly know who Old King Cole was, but King Arthur must have reigned some time about 500 to 600 A.D. As a child grows up, he will, if he is fond of poetry, read thousands of lines about this Prince, and the Table Round where his Knights dined, and how four weeping Queens carried him from his last fight to Avalon, a country where the apple-trees are always in bloom. But the reader will never forget the bag-pudding, which "the Queen next morning fried."

Her name Guinevere, and the historian says that she “was a true lover, and therefore made she a good end." But she had a great deal of unhappiness in her life.

I cannot tell what King of France went up the hill with twenty thousand men, and did nothing when he got there. But I do know who Charley was that “loved good ale and wine," and also “ loved good brandy," and was fond of a pretty

was

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