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Cinderella.

NCE on a time three blooming
girls
Lived near the White Horse Cellar,

The elder names were Maud and Jane, |

The younger, Cinderella.

The first two thought themselves A 1,
Whom all men must admire ;

So Cindy did the dirty work,
And had to tend the fire.

 

One night there was a charity ball
Held somewhere in the parish,

And they had been invited all,
For they were passing fairish.

«Of course we'll go,’ Miss Maud replied,
‘But really now, oh, dear me!

To ask this sad untidy child!
They can’t know her, I fear me.’

| So Cindy decked her sisters out,
| In muslin white and flowers,

| And now must work, or wash and wait,
Through many weary hours.

The cab departing, down she went,
With tears into the kitchen,

Put all the pots and kettles straight,
And then took up her stitching.

The night was cold, and she was sad,
(That ball was her desire).

Now, wearied with her hard day’s toil,

| She nodded to the fire.

Hark! what is that ? I heard a noise!
| Oh! can it be a mouse?

No wonder they come back again,
Since Puss has fled the house!’

A little form, a tiny voice—

‘My dear, your sorrows smother,
And you shall also grace the ball,

For I’m your fairy mother.’

The visitor then shook her wand,
And in ran four fat mice,

| Who by a magic touch were turned

To horses in a trice.

A lemon tumbled from a shelf,

| And rolled upon the floor ;
The fairy changed it to a coach

Ere it had reached the door.