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The Snatl.

AZY old snail, come out of your shell ;

To slumber at night is all very well:
But now the sun shines, and your face I would see,—
Come, your shutters unclose, or a slug-gard you'll be!

 

 

[ce-sick-all.

HREE children sliding on the ice,
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out they all fell in—
The rest they ran away.
Now, had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drowned!
These three little children, as since I’ve been told,
From their duck in the river all caught a sad cold ;
But their toes in hot water, and gruel at night,
And a nice little whipping, soon cured them outright !