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AUNT JO'S SCRAP-BAG.
Every gift had a poem attached, and as the presents were of every description, the verses possessed an agreeable variety. Here are a few as a sample. A small tea-kettle was one gift, and this pleasing verse seemed to be bubbling out of its spout:—
"A little kettle, fat and fair,
To sit on grandma's stove,
To simmer softly, and to sing
A song of Freddie's love."
To sit on grandma's stove,
To simmer softly, and to sing
A song of Freddie's love."
Another was this brief warning tucked into a match-box:—
"On this you scratch
Your little match.
When the spark flies
Look out for your eyes!
When the lucifer goes
Look out for your nose!
Little Jack gives you this
With a birthday kiss."
Your little match.
When the spark flies
Look out for your eyes!
When the lucifer goes
Look out for your nose!
Little Jack gives you this
With a birthday kiss."
A third was rather sentimental, from Mrs. Coobiddy:—
"Within doth lie
A silken tie,
Your dress to deck;
Soft and warm
As daughter's arm
Round mother's neck."
A silken tie,
Your dress to deck;
Soft and warm
As daughter's arm
Round mother's neck."
