CINDERELLA.

 

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Pe pretty little thing she
The sweetest-faced of girls,
With eyes as blue as larkspurs,

And a mass of tossing curls ;
eS But Ker step-mother had for her
‘V e Only blows and bitter words,

{While she thought her own two ugly crows,
The whitest of all birds.

She was the little household drudge,
And wore a cotton gown,

While the sisters, clad in silk and satin,
Flaunted through the town.

When her work was done, her only place
Was the chimney-corner bench,

For which one called her “ Cinderella,”

The other, ‘Cinder-wench.”

 

 
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
  
   
      
 
   
 
  

ut year.
Bloomed like a wild-wood rose,
wie In spite of all her kitchen-work,
And her common, dingy clothes ;
While the two step-sisters, year by year;
Grew scrawnier and plainer ; ee
Two peacocks, with their tails out
Were never any vainer.

Which was an invitation
To a ball, from the king’s son.

Oh, then poor Cinderella

Had to starch, and iron, and plait

nd run of errands, frill and crimp

#,And ruffle, early and late. :

    

  

  

      
 

And when the ball-n
She helped to paint their faces,
To lace their satin shoes, and deck
Them up with flowers and laces ;
Then watched their coach roll grandly
Out of sight; and, after that,
She sat down by the chimney,
In the cinders, with the cat,