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To hear them complain；
Nor his own dirty clothes to survey；
His indolent mind
No pleasure could find
In tidy and wholesome array。
The idle and bad；
Like this little lad；
May love dirty ways； to be sure；
But good boys are seen；
To be decent and clean；
Although they are ever so poor。
Jane Taylor ＇1783…1824＇
THE PIN
〃Dear me！ what signifies a pin；
Wedged in a rotten board？
I'm certain that I won't begin；
At ten years old； to hoard；
I never will be called a miser；
That I'm determined；〃 said Eliza。
So onward tripped the little maid；
And left the pin behind；
Which very snug and quiet lay；
To its hard fate resigned；
Nor did she think （a careless chit）
'Twas worth her while to stoop for it。
Next day a party was to ride；
To see an air balloon；
And all the company beside
Were dressed and ready soon；
But she a woeful case was in；
For want of just a single pin。
In vain her eager eyes she brings；
To every darksome crack；
There was not one； and yet her things
Were dropping off her back。
She cut her pincushion in two；
But no； not one had fallen through。
At last； as hunting on the floor；
Over a crack she lay；
The carriage rattled to the door；
Then rattled fast away；
But poor Eliza was not in；
For want of just … a single pin！
There's hardly anything so small；
So trifling or so mean；
That we may never want at all；
For service unforeseen；
And wilful waste； depend upon't；
Brings； almost always； woeful want！
Ann Taylor ＇1782…1866＇
JANE AND ELIZA
There were two little girls； neither handsome nor plain；
One's name was Eliza； the other's was Jane；
They were both of one height； as I've heard people say；
And both of one age； I believe； to a day。
'Twas fancied by some； who but slightly had seen them；
There was not a pin to be chosen between them；
But no one for long in this notion persisted；
So great a distinction there really existed。
Eliza knew well that she could not be pleasing；
While fretting and fuming； while sulking or teasing；
And therefore in company artfully tried；
Not to break her bad habits； but only to hide。
So； when she was out； with much labor and pain；
She contrived to look almost as pleasant as Jane；
But then you might see that； in forcing a smile；
Her mouth was uneasy； and ached all the while。
And in spite of her care it would sometimes befall
That some cross event happened to ruin it all；
And because it might chance that her share was the worst；
Her temper broke loose； and her dimples dispersed。
But Jane； who had nothing she wanted to hide；
And therefore these troublesome arts never tried；
Had none of the care and fatigue of concealing；
But her face always showed what her bosom was feeling。
At home or abroad there was peace in her smile；
A cheerful good nature that needed no guile。
And Eliza worked hard； but could never obtain
The affection that freely was given to Jane。
Ann Taylor ＇1782…1866＇
MEDDLESOME MATTY
One ugly trick has often spoiled
The sweetest and the best；
Matilda； though a pleasant child；
One ugly trick possessed；
Which； like a cloud before the skies；
Hid all her better qualities。
Sometimes she'd lift the tea…pot lid；
To peep at what was in it；
Or tilt the kettle； if you did
But turn your back a minute。
In vain you told her not to touch；
Her trick of meddling grew so much。
Her grandmamma went out one day；
And by mistake she laid
Her spectacles and snuff…box gay
Too near the little maid；
〃Ah！ well；〃 thought she； 〃I'll try them on；
As soon as grandmamma is gone。〃
Forthwith she placed upon her nose
The glasses large and wide；
And looking round； as I suppose；
The snuff…box too she spied：
〃Oh！ what a pretty box is that；
I'll open it；〃 said little Matt。
〃I know that grandmamma would say；
'Don't meddle with it； dear'；
But then； she's far enough away；
And no one else is near：
Besides； what can there be amiss
In opening such a box as this？〃
So thumb and finger went to work
To move the stubborn lid；
And presently a mighty jerk
The mighty mischief did；
For all at once； ah！ woeful case；
The snuff came puffing in her face。
Poor eyes； and nose； and mouth； beside；
A dismal sight presented；
In vain； as bitterly she cried；
Her folly she repented。
In vain she ran about for ease；
She could do nothing now but sneeze。
She dashed the spectacles away；
To wipe her tingling eyes；
And as in twenty bits they lay；
Her grandmamma she spies。
〃Heydey！ and what's the matter now？〃
Cried grandmamma； with lifted brow。
Matilda； smarting with the pain；
And tingling still； and sore；
Made many a promise to refrain
From meddling evermore。
And 'tis a fact； as I have heard；
She ever since has kept her word。
Ann Taylor ＇1782…1866＇
CONTENTED JOHN
One honest John Tomkins； a hedger and ditcher；
Although he was poor； did not want to be richer；
For all such vain wishes in him were prevented
By a fortunate habit of being contented。
Though cold were the weather； or dear were the food；
John never was found in a murmuring mood；
For this he was constantly heard to declare； …
What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear。
〃For why should I grumble and murmur？〃 he said；
〃If I cannot get meat； I'll be thankful for bread；
And； though fretting may make my calamities deeper；
It can never cause bread and cheese to be cheaper。〃
If John was afflicted with sickness or pain；
He wished himself better； but did not complain；
Nor lie down to fret in despondence and sorrow；
But said that he hoped to be better to…morrow。
If any one wronged him or treated him ill；
Why； John was good…natured and sociable still；
For he said that revenging the injury done
Would be making two rogues when there need be but one。
And thus honest John； though his station was humble；
Passed through this sad world without even a grumble；
And I wish that some folks； who are greater and richer；
Would copy John Tomkins； the hedger and ditcher。
Jane Taylor ＇1783…1824＇
FRIENDS
How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree！
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me。
The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head；
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother； before bed。
The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things；
And though I cannot see him pass；
I feel his careful wings。
So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see；
A child should never feel a fear；
Wherever he may be。
Abbie Farwell Brown ＇1875…1927＇
ANGER
Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace。
It must have some reason in it；
And not last beyond a minute。
If to further lengths it go；
It does into malice grow。
'Tis the differen