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A,, APPLE PIE NURSER Y DITTIES
PUNCH AND JUDY THE.RAILROAD ABC

WITH

THIRTY-SIX PAGES OF COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS

By Kronheim & Co.

LONDON & NEW YORK

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS

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* OUR PETS.

This is Pol-ly’s own cat, Topsy. She looks ve-ry

prim and quiet ; but if you play with her, you will
find she is a ve-ry mer-ry litJe cat. She will jump
up-on the ta-ble at break-fast, and run off with
Pol-ly s toast; and if mam-ma be wri-ting a let-ter,
Top-sy will steal soft-ly a-long the arm of the so-fa,
and rub her paw o-ver the last word mam-ma has
writ-ten, and make a great blot in the let-ter.
Some-times she will sit as still as a mouse on Un¬
cle Tom’s shoul-der while he is read-ing, and look
so grave-ly on the book that you might think she
was read-ing too: but she is not quite wise e-nough
for that.

Car-lo is Har-ry’s dog, and a ve-ry good dog he

is. If you were to throw a stone twen-ty times
in-to the foam-ing sea, Car-lo would plunge in, with¬
out a-ny fear, and bring the ve-ry same stone out
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to you. And if Har-ry loses his ball a-mong the

long grass, Car-lo brings it in a mi-nute. And he
can do bet-ter things than these, for one day in
win-ter, when the ri-ver was fro-zen, and Har-ry
was ska-ting on it ve-ry nice-ly, he came to a place
where the ice was thin, for a hole had been bro-ken
the day before, and there had not been time for it
to get hard a-gain. Poor Har-ry broke through
the ice and sank down in-to the wa-ter; he would
have been drown-ed, but Car-lo di-ved down, and
brought him out safe. No won-der Car-lo is a pet.

These pi-geons be-long to little Pol-ly. They

have a ve-ry pret-ty house to live in, and Pol-ly feeds
them e-ve-ry morn-ing with bar-ley or peas. When
they see her come with her lit-tle bas-ket, they all
fly down from the roof of the dove-cot, and will
hop round her, perch on her should-er, and eat
from her hand. But if they see Top-sy steal-ing
un-der the Trees, or Car-lo run-ning over the grass-
plot, a-wray they all fly. -The Pi-geons trust Pol-ly,
but they will not trust sly puss, nor rough Car-lo.
Pret-ty, shy pets, are Pol-ly’s pi-geons.
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Rab-bits are pret-ty mild crea-tures. Some¬

times they live on moors, where they hide in bur¬
rows, which are holes in the ground, then they run
about the fields and eat the green corn, and tur-nip
tops, and some-times in win-ter are ve-ry hun-gry.
But Har-ry’s tame rab-bits have a warm house, and
plen-ty of clean straw, and fresh food e-ve-ry day,
and are as well off as rab-bits can be that are in
pri-son. Har-ry goes in-to the fields to pick clo-ver
and rib grass for them, the gar-den-er gives him
let-tuce and cab-bage leaves; and he some-times
gives them dry corn, for he likes them to have a
change of food. The large, fine old rab-bit is call-ed
Bun-ny. She is a great pet.

You see here Pol-ly and her Pet lamb. The

mo-ther died in the cold wet wea-ther in spring,
and the poor lit-tle lamb would have died too, but
it was brought in-to the house and gi-ven to Pol-ly,
who fed it with warm milk through the spout of
her doll’s tea-pot e-ve-ry day, till it grew so big
that she used to bring it grass to eat. Pol-ly called
her pet lamb Nan, and there nev-er was such a pet
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lamb. It fol-low-ed Pol-ly up stairs to the nur-se-

ry, and down to the school-room, and round the
fields when she walk-ed out; and Pol-ly said, “ If
Nan did grow to be a great sheep, she should never
be kill-ed for mut-ton.”

Lit-tle Pol-ly went e-ve-ry morn-mg to the

Poul-try yard to see the Poul-try wo-man feed the
fowls. Her mam-ma had given her a Cock and a
Hen, and a fine brood of chickens, to be her own.
She fed them her-self, and they were al-ways rea-dy
to come round her when they heard her say, Chuck!
chuck! Pol-ly was nev-er a-fraid of the fine, bold
Cock, even when he crow-ed so loud-ly that you
might have heard him a mile off! He was ve-ry
fierce if a-ny o-ther cock came near his fa-mi-ly,
but he was .quite tame with Pol-ly, and bow-ed like
a gen-tle-man when she gave him his bar-ley.

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Ah ! here is our friend Punch and his wife Ju-dy. Punch

had just been sing-ing his fa-vour-ite song of “ Root-to-to-
to-too-it! ” walk-ing a-bout and knock-ing his stick, when
at last he call-ed out, “ Ju-dy! Ju-dy ! ” sev-e-ral times,
thump-ing on the win-dow sill. Pre-sent-ly Ju-dy pop-ped
in. “ Bring the ba-by,” said Punch, in a tone which sa-tis-
fi-ed Ju-dy that he was in high good hu-mour. She pop¬
ped out a-gain, and soon re-turn-ed with the pre-ci-ous
ba-by. “ Oh, is-n’t it a dar-ling! ” said Punch ca-ress-
ing-ly. “ It was a dar-ling and a duck-o’-di-a-monds! ”
said Ju-dy, ad-dress-ing her-self to the ba-by. “1 do de¬
clare, it is just like its mo-ther,” said Punch, 44 only it is’nt
quite so hand-some.” “ Oh ! you are a flat - ter-er,” said
Ju-dy; “you know that e-ve-ry-bo-dy says that it’s the
ve-ry i-mage of it’s fa-ther.” “ Give it to me,” said Punch,
“ I’ll nurse the lit-tle dear while you get the din-ner rea-dy.
There ! go now; I know how to man-age. Do you think
I can’t nurse a ba-by ? Hah, hah ! ”
Ju-dy did not half like giv-ing up the ba-by. Men are
so clum-sy,” she said. But Punch looked so coax-ing, and
she was so pleas-ed with his com-pli-ment, that she could
not re-sist. “ Now mind and don’t hurt it, Punch,” said
she; “ and, for your life, don’t let it fall!” “ Hah! hah !”
said Punch; “ I hurt a ba-by indeed! Root-to-to-to-too-it! ”
and on he went march-ing a-bout, danc-ing and hug-ging
his ba-by in a style that would have fright-en-ed Ju-dy,
had she been pre-sent. At last he gave it an un-luc-ky
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toss, and threw it out of the win-dow. “ Oh, dear! oh,

dear !” said Punch; “ oh, dear ! oh, dear ! Ju-dy ! Ju-dy !
Doc-tor ! Doc-tor!” he cri-ed, at the top of his voice. In
came Ju-dy, in great haste. “ I told you so,” she ex-
claim-ed, “ I knew you would.”
In she came, a mo-ment af-ter, with a stick, and laid it
a-bout Punch’s head. But Punch snatch-ed a-way the
stick, and gave poor Ju-dy such a blow that she fell down
dead. “ Oh, dear ! oh, dear P he said. “ Oh, dear ! oh,
dear! I feel very ill. Doc-tor! Doc-tor! Doc-tor, I
shall die and he laid him-self down flat up-on the floor.
In came the Doc-tor, with a slow step and so-lemn air:—
“ What’s the mat-ter, Mr. Punch! Sit up and let me feel
your pulse, sir. Yes, you are ve-ry ill, I see; I must
send you a pill, sir.” “ I shan’t take it,” says Punch.
“ Oh, but you must, sir ! if you do not, you’ll dieP “I
don’t care for that,” said Punch, “ I shan’t take it.” “ But
I in-sist up-on it, sir; you must take it, Mr. Punch.”
' “ But I wont take it, Mr. Doctor ; you may take it your¬
self,” And, jump-ing up, he seiz-ed his stick, and be-la-
bour-ed the poor Doc-tor at such a rate that he was ve-ry
glad to run a-way.
“ Root-to-to-to-too-it!” cried Punch, as he march-ed off
af-ter set-tling the Doc-tor. Pre-sent-ly, a great knock¬
ing at the door wras heard. “ Who’s there ?” said Punch.
“ It’s me,” said a gruff voice. “ And who are you ?” said
Punch. “ O-pen the door, I tell you.” “ I shan’t, I tell
you,” said Punch. “ Then I’ll break it o-pen.” And in-
stan-ly the door flew o-pen, and in walk-ed the Bea-dle of
the Pa-rish. “ Hol-loa! old fel-low,” said Punch; “ who
are you ? ” “I am the Bea-dle of the Pa-rish.” “ And
what do you want here?” said Punch. “ I come to take
you to pri-son.” “ AYhat for ? ” “ For kill-ing your wife,
sir!” “ I shan’t go.” “ But you must.” “ I tell you, I
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wont.” “ But you shall,” said the con-sta-ble, giv-ing him

a blow with his stick a-cross the head. “ But I shan’t,”
said Punch, re-turn-ing the com-pli-ment. “ You shall.”
“ I shan’t.” “ You shall.” “ I shan’t.” And so they went
on, blow fol-low-ing blow in quick suc-ces-sion, till down
went the poor con-sta-ble at last, and Punch march-ed
a-bout in tri-umph with his “ Root-to-to-to-too-it! ”
Then Jo-ey, the clown, came in to see Punch, and hear
the news; and Punch told him with great glee, how he
had set-tied the Bea-dle and the Doc-tor: but he was not
quite so gay when he came to poor Ju-dy and the ba-by.
“ I say, friend Punch,” says Jo-ey, “ you’ll swing for this,
I’m think-ing.” “ No I shan’t,” said Punch. “ You will
though, old fellow, take my word for it.” “ And you take
that,” said Punch, aim-ing a blow at Jo-ey’s head. But
Jo-ey bob-bed down and let the blow pass; then look-ed
up grin-ning at Punch, with his hands still stuck in his
pock-ets, as much as to say, “ It’s no use, old boy, you
can’t hit me, cle-ver as you are.” Punch tried a-gain and
a-gain, but all in vain; Jo-ey bob-bed and bob-bed so dex-
te-rous-ly, that Punch could not come near him. Then he
po-ked at him with his stick, but still to no pur-pose; Jo-ey
jump-ed a-side so nim-bly that Punch on-ly knock-ed him¬
self and his stick a-gainst the wall.
Punch then call-ed his dog To-by. “ To-by! To-by! ”
he cried. To-by came trot-ting in. “ Oh! what a pret-ty
dog!” said Punch; “that’s my dog.” “No it is-n’t,”
said Jo-ey. “ it’s my dog.” “ I tell you it’s my dog,” said
Punch. “What non-sense, Punch,” says Jo-ey; “see
how he’ll come to me :—To-by! To-by! ” in-stant-ly Toby
went to his old mas-ter. “ That’s a good dog,” says Jo-ey,
patting him. “ And see how he’ll come to me, now,” said
Punch. “ Toby ! Toby! come along Toby! ” he said, put¬
ting out his hand. “ Bow-wow ! ” said To-by, snap-ping at
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him. Punch drew back, fright-en-ed, while Jo-ey stood

shak-ing his sides with laugh-ter; “ Poor To-by ! ” said
Punch, go-ing o-ver to the dog, and try-ing to coax him.
To-by jump-ed up and caught him by the nose. Punch
roar-ed out “ Mur-der! mnr-der ! ” while Jo-ey, snatch-ing
his stick, thump-ed a-way at his head, grin-ning all the
while.
Punch was not to be let off as ea-si-ly as he thought, for
kill-ing his poor wife. One day a dread-ful look-ing man
came in. “ Hol-loa!” said Punch, “ who are you?” “ I’m
Jack Ketch, come to hang you for the mur-der of your
wife.” “ Then, take that,” said Punch, po-king at him
with his stick. But it was no use; Jack Ketch brought
out the gal-lows. “ Put your head in here,” said Jack
Ketch, get-ting his rope in or-der. “ Where ? ” said Punch.
“ Here,” said Jack Ketch. Punch stoop ed his head, but
took care to a-void the noose. “That wront do,” said Jack
Ketch; “ more to the right.” Punch went just as far on
the o-ther side. Then he went too high, then too low, al¬
ways ma-na-ging to es-cape the noose. “ You stu-pid fel¬
low !” said Jack Ketch. “ Well, you show me how,” said
Punch, “ I don’t know how to do it, I nev-er was hang-ed
be-fore!” “Well, there’s some-thing in that, to be sure,”
said the hang-man, “put your head in here, this way.”
When Punch saw Jack’s head fair-ly in the noose, he
nim-bly pul-led the rope tight a-bout his neck, and swung
him off, shout-ing, “ Hur-rah! hur-rali! Jack Ketch is
dead; no more hang-ing! Hur-rah! hur-rah! Root-to-to-
to-too-it! Root-to-to-to-too-it!”

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Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped oyer the moon;
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran after the spoon.
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Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king’s horses, and all the king’s
men,
Couldn’t set Humpty-Dumpty up again.

Young lambs to sell, young lambs to

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If I had as much money as I could tell,
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Old King Cole

Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
And he called for his pipe
And he called for his glass,
And he called for his fiddlers three!

Little Boy Blue, come blow me your

horn;
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow's
in the corn.
Where’s the little boy that looks after
the sheep ?
He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.
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A carrion crow sat on an oak,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
Watching a tailor shape his coat;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
Wife, bring me my old bent how,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
And shot the miller’s sow right through
the heart;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon;
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
For the old miller’s sow is in a swoon;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
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Sing a Song of Sixpence, a pocket fall

of rye,
Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a
pie;
When the pie was opened, the birds be¬
gan to sing:
Was not that a dainty dish to set before
a King ?

The King was in the counting-house,

counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlour, eating
bread and honey;
The Maid was in the garden, hanging
out the clothes,
By came a blackbird, and snapped off
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Hark, hark,
The dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town;
Some in jags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gown.

The Queen of Hearts

She made some tarts
All on a summer’s day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Call’d for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vow’d he’d steal no more.
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Ride a cock-horse
To Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady
Upon a white horse.
Rings on her fingers,
Bells on her toes,
She shall have music
Wherever she goes.

See-saw, Margery Daw,

Jenny shall have a new master;
She shall have but a penny a day,
Because she can’t work any faster.
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Little Tom Tucker

Sings for liis supper:
What shall he eat ?
White bread and butter.

How shall he cut it

Without e’er a knife?
How can he marry
Without e’er a wife?
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