A HISTORY OF NURSERY RHYMES BY PERCY B. GREEN LONDON GREENING & CO. , LTD. 20, CECIL COURT CHARING CROSS ROAD 1899 Now Reissued by Singing Tree Press 1249 Washington Blvd. , Detroit, Michigan. 1968 Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 68-31082 Transcriber's Note: Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note, whilst significant amendments are noted at the end of the text. Archaic and dialect spellings remain as printed. Greek text appears as originally printed. CONTENTS PAGE INTRODUCTION xiii PART I. CHAP. I. Prehistoric man--His language one of signs and sounds--The story of Psammetichus and the Two Babies--Idiom of language a survival of primitive peoples 1 II. Modern types of early man--Sign-language of people living on the globe to-day--The custom of the UVINZA grandees--The "good-morning" of the Walunga tribe--Signs of hospitality in the sign vocabulary of the North American Indian--The "attingere extremis digitis" of the Romans--Clap-hands one of the first lessons of the Nursery--The modern survival of hand-clapping--"Is it rude to shake hands, Nurse?"--A hypercritical mother--Plato's rebuke--Agesilaus and his children--Nursery classics and critical babies--"Lalla, lalla, lalla" of the Roman child--The well-known baby dance of "Crow and caper, caper and crow" 8 III. Writers on comparative religions show that entire religious observances come down to modern peoples from heathen sources--The Bohemian Peasant and his Apple Tree--A myth of long descent found in the rhyme of "A Woman, a Spaniel, and Walnut Tree"; our modern "Pippin, pippin, fly away, " indicates the same sentiment--The fairy tale of Ashputtel and the Golden Slipper, the legend from which came our story of Cinderella--Tylor on Children's Sports--The mystery of Northern Europe at Christ's coming--The Baby's Rattle--Ancestral worship follows sun and moon worship, and gives us the tales of fairies, goblins, and elves--Boyd Dawkins' story of the Isle of Man farmer--A Scandinavian Manxman--Modernised lullaby of a Polish mother--"Shine, Stars"--"Rain, rain, go away"--Wind making--LULLABIES--Bulgarian, German, "Sleep, Baby, Sleep"--The lullaby of the Black Guitar--"Baby, go to Sleep"--English version, "Hush thee, my Babby"--Danish lullaby of "Sweetly sleep, my little Child"--"Bye, baby bunting" 17 IV. Elf-land--Old-time superstitions--A custom of providing a feast for the dead known in Yorkshire, North-west Ireland, and in Armenia--The Erl King of Goethe--Ballet of the Leaf-dressed Girl--The Spirit of the Waters--An Irish legend of Fior Usga--Scotch superstition--Jenny Greenteeth of Lancashire--The Merrow of the West of Ireland--Soul Cages--The German rhyme of "O Man of the Sea, come list unto Me"--Mysticism among uncivilised races--The Corn Spirit--The Rye-wolf--"The Cow's in the Corn"--"Ring a ring a rosies"--"Cuckoo Cherry Tree"--Our earliest song, "Summer is a-coming in"--"Hot Cockles" at Yorkshire funerals--"Over the Cuckoo Hill, I oh!"--Indian Lore 34 PART II. I. GAMES--Whipping-tops, Marbles, etc. --"I am good at Scourging of my Toppe, " date 15--(?)--Dice and Pitch-and-Toss--"Dab a Prin in my Lottery Book"--"A' the Birds of the Air"--Hop Scotch--"Zickety, dickety, dock"--"All good Children go to Heaven"--"Mary at the Cottage Door. " MARRIAGE GAMES--"If ever I Marry I'll Marry a Maid, " 1557 A. D. --London Street Games--A Wedding--"Choose one, choose two, choose the nearest one to you"--"Rosy Apple, Lemon, and Pear"--The King of the Barbarines--"I've got Gold and I've got Silver"--A Lancashire Round Game--"Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, I do"--Round Game of the Mulberry Bush--"Pray, Mr. Fox, what time is it?"--"Mother, buy me a Milking Can"--"Here comes a Poor Sailor from Botany Bay"--"Can I get there by Candle-light?" 58 II. NURSERY GAMES--A Game for a Wet Day--"Cows and Horses walk on four legs"--A Game nearly 300 years old--"There were two birds sitting on a stone"--A B C Game--"Hi diddle diddle"--"I Apprentice my Son"--An Armenian Child's Game, "Jack's Alive"--Russian Superstition 80 III. JEWISH RHYMES--"A kid, a kid my father bought for two pieces of money--a kid! a kid!"--"The house that Jack built"--The Scotch version, "There was an old woman swept her house and found a silver penny"--The Chad Gadyâ--"Who knoweth One" 89 IV. An ancient English Rhyme--"A Frog who would a-wooing go, " the version of same sung in Henry VIII. 's reign--Songs of London Boys in Tudor times--"Quoth John to Joan"--"Good parents in good manners do instruct their child"--"Tom a Lin"--"Bryan O'Lynn"--Four songs sung by children in Elizabeth's reign--"We'll have a Wedding at our House" 100 V. CAT RHYMES--"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat"--"Ten little mice sat down to spin"--"The rose is red, the grass is green"--"I Love little Pussy"--"Three Cats sat by the Fireside"--"There was a Crooked Man"--"Ding dong bell"--Cat tale of Dick Whittington 112 VI. A Cradle Song of the first century, "Sleep, O son, sleep" 117 VII. JACK RHYMES 123 VIII. RIDDLE MAKING--German riddle of "Seven White and Seven Black Horses"--Greek riddle of the Two Sisters; another of "The year, months, and days"--"Old Mother Needle"--"Purple, yellow, red, and green"--"As round as an Apple"--"Humpty Dumpty"--The Phœnix fable--"Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home" 127 IX. NURSERY CHARMS--"When a twister twisting twists him a twist"--An Essex Charm for a Churn--"Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John" Charms. MONEY RHYMES--"How a lass gave her lover three slips for a tester"--"Little Mary Esther"--"Sing a Song of Sixpence"--"There was an old man in a velvet coat"--"See-saw"--"One a penny"--"There's never a maiden in all the town"--"Pinky, pinky, bow-bell"--Numerical Nursery Rhyme--Baker's Man 134 X. SCRAPS--"Oh, slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight"--"Bye, baby bumpkin"--"Nose, nose, jolly red nose"--"I saw a man in the moon"--A Henry VIII. Rhyme--"Peg-Peg"--"Round about"--"Father Long-legs"--"Two-penny rice"--"Come when you're called"--A Game--"Nanny Natty Coat"--"As I was going down Sandy Lane"--"There was an old woman"--"Robert Rowley"--"Little General Monk"--"Dr. Tom Tit"--"Tommy Trot"--"Goosey Gander"--"The White Dove sat on the Castell Wall"--"This Little Pig"--"Little Bo Peep"--"See-saw, Margery Daw"--"Four-and-twenty Tailors"--"Little Moppet"--"Hub-a-dub, dub"--"Diddle Dumpling"--"Jack and Jyll"--"The Cat and the Fiddle"--"Baa! baa! black sheep"--"Here comes a poor Duke out of Spain"--"Ride to the market"--"Cross-patch"--"The Man of the South"--A Lancashire Fragment--"Dickery dock"--"There was an old woman toss'd up in a blanket"--"We're all in the dumps"--A Proverb--A Compliment--The Reverse 141 XI. SONGS--"Will the love that you're so rich in?"--"Cock-a-doodle doo"--"King Cole"--"Rowsty dowt"--"There was a Little Man"--The Creole's Song--"Dapple Grey"--"Blue Betty"--"Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son"--"Oh dear, what can the matter be?"--"Simple Simon"--"I saw a Ship a-sailing"--"David the Welshman"--"My Father he Died" 152 XII. SCOTCH RHYMES--"As I went up the Brandy Hill"--Scotch version of Bryan O'Lynn--"Cripple Dick"--"Pan, Pan, Play"--"Gi'e a thing"--A Gruesome Riddle--"King and Queen of Cantelon"--Hidee--"Wha's your Daddie?"--"The Moon is a Lady" 162 XIII. A favourite Nursery Hymn--The Latin version of the Virgin's Lullaby 169 XIV. "There was a maid came out of Kent"--"Martin Smart"--"Great A, little B"--A Nursery Tale--"A duck, a drake"--"Hark! Hark!"--A B C Jingles--A Catch Rhyme 173 XV. BELL RHYMES--"Banbury Cross"--"Gay go up, and gay go down"--"Mary, Mary, quite contrary"--The Provençal "Ding-dong" 178 XVI. Political Significations of Nursery Rhymes--"Come, Jack"--"A man of words"--Pastorini, Lord Grey, Lyttleton, Dan O'Connell, and Lord Brougham caricatured 185 INTRODUCTION Without advancing any theory touching the progression of the mother'ssong to her babe, other than declaring lullabies to be about as old asbabies, a statement which recalls to mind an old story, entitled "TheOwl's Advice to an Inquisitive Cat. " "O cat, " said the sage owl of the legend, "to pass life agreeably mostof all you need a philosophy; you and I indeed enjoy many things incommon, especially night air and mice, yet you sadly need a philosophyto search after, and think about matters most difficult to discover. "After saying this the owl ruffled his feathers and pretended to think. But the cat observed that it was foolish to search after such things. "Indeed, " she purringly said, "I only trouble about easy matters. " "Ah! I will give you an example of my philosophy, and how inquiry oughtto be made. You at least know, I presume, " scoffingly exclaimed the owl, "that the chicken arises from the egg, and the egg comes from the hen. Now the object of true philosophy is to examine this statement in allits bearings, and consider which was first, the egg or the bird. " The cat was quite struck with the proposition. "It is quite clear, " went on the owl, "to all but the ignorant, one orother appeared first, since neither is immortal. " The cat inquired, "Do you find out this thing by philosophy?" "Really! how absurd of you to ask, " concluded the feathered one. "And Ithank the gods for it, were it as you suggest, O cat, philosophy wouldgive no delight to inquirers, for knowing all things would mean the endand destruction of philosophy. " With this owl's apology nursery-lore is presented to my readers withoutthe legion of verified references of that character demanded ascorroborative evidence in the schools of criticism to-day. A few leading thoughts culled from such men as Tylor, Lubbock, Wilson, McLennan, Frazer, and Boyd Dawkins, etc. , the experiences of our moderntravellers among primitive races, Indian and European folk-lore, theworld's credulities past and present, have helped me to fix the ideathat amongst the true historians of mankind the children of our streetsfind a place. A HISTORY OF NURSERY RHYMES PART I. CHAPTER I. "The scene was savage, but the scene was new. " Scientists tell us many marvellous tales, none the less true becausemarvellous, about the prehistoric past. Like the owl in the preface, they are not discouraged because the starting-point is beyond reach; andwe, like the cat, should try to awaken our interest when evidences arepresented to us that on first hearing sound like the wonderful tales ofthe Orient. Thousands of years ago in our own land dwelt two races of people, theRiver Drift-men and the Cave-dwellers. The River Drift-man was a hunterof a very low order, possessing only the limited intelligence of themodern Australian native. This man supported life much in the same waywe should expect a man to do, surrounded by similar conditions; but, onthe other hand, the Cave-dweller showed a singular talent forrepresenting the animals he hunted, and his sketches reveal to us thecapacity he had for seeing the beauty and grace of natural objects. Werea visit to be paid to the British Museum, his handicraft, rude whencompared to modern art, could be seen in the fragments beyond all cavilrecording his primitive culture. Without, then, any very great stretch of imagination we can picture toourselves this man as belonging to one of the most primitive types ofour race, having little occasion to use a vocabulary--save of a mostmeagre order; and indeed his language would embody only a supply ofwords just expressive of his few simple wants. Without daring to compareprimitive culture with modern advancement, this prototype's appetiteswould have been possibly served for the greater part by sign-language, and the use of a few easy protophones. To-day, after the lapse of agessince this Second Stone Age, man went up and possessed the land; we withour new inventions, wants, and newly-acquired tastes have added a legionof scientifically constructed sounds, built up on the foundation he laidwith his first utterances, for language is not the outcome of race, butof social contact. As an interpolation the tale of the EgyptianPsammetichus is worth telling at this stage. Desirous of finding--as the ancients then thought existed--the originallanguage of mankind, Psammetichus isolated two babies from birth inseparate apartments, and for two years they were not allowed to hear thesound of a human voice. At the end of that time they were broughttogether and kept for a few hours without food. Psammetichus thenentered the room, and both children uttered the same strange cry, "Becos, Becos. " "Ah!" said Psammetichus, "'Becos, Becos, ' why! that isPhrygian for bread, " and Phrygian was said to have been the ancientuniversal language of man. Still, however one feels disposed to imaginewhat took place in the Baby Kingdom of these remote ages, briefallusions only will be made to the veiled past, when eithersign-language, or relics, or myths of long descent are presented to usin the form of nursery-lore. How many thousands of years have gone by since the period known toscientists as the Pleistocene was here--a time when the whole of Britainand North-West Europe wore a glistening mantle of ice, and when mancould scarce exist, save on the fringe of the south-east littoral ofEngland--none can say. At all events it may be safely assumed that nottill the end of the Pleistocene Era was Britain or Scandinavia the abodeof man, when the fauna and flora assumed approximately their presentcondition, and the state of things called Recent by geologists set in. Whether the Aryans be accepted as the first people to inhabit ourice-bound shores in the remote past matters little, and from whence theysprang (according to Max Müller "somewhere in Asia, " or Dr. Schrader"European Russia, " or Herr Penka "from the east to the far west of theScandinavian Peninsula") matters still less, "for, " says ProfessorHuxley, "the speakers of primitive Aryan may have been (themselves) amixture of two or more races, just as are the speakers of English or ofFrench at the present time"; and archæology takes us no further backthan into the Neolithic or Second Stone Age, when the poetry of thehuman voice gave a dramatic value to the hitherto primitivesign-language limitation of the Old Drift-men. At this age, theNeolithic, arithmetical questions arising in the course of life wouldnecessarily assume a vocal value instead of a digital one. No longerwould fifteen be counted by holding out ten fingers and five toes, butan idiomatic phrase, descriptive of the former sign-language, "_of twohands and one foot's worth_" would be used, just as to-day an Africanwould express the same problem in a number of cows, and as thecomparatively modern Roman used such pictorial phrases as "_to condemna person of his head_. " From this era, centuries before the Celttraversed our shores, "the progress of civilisation" has gone on in oneunbroken continuity from the Second Stone Age man to the present time. CHAPTER II. "O dea, si prima repetens ab origine pergam et vacet annales nostrorum audire laborum. Ante diem clauso componat Vesper Olympo. "--VERGIL, _Æneid_, Book I. 372. "O goddess, if I were to proceed retracing them from their first origin, and thou hadst leisure to hear the records of our labours before (the end), the Evening Star would lull the day to rest, Olympus being closed. " However, granting the scientific imagination to assume a starting-pointwhen the vast Ice Period was vanishing and language was not the test ofrace, but of social contact, it must be allowed that the River Drift-manwas the first of his species that touched our shores, followed by theCave-dwellers some thousands of years later; the latter man having hisabode fixed to a locality, and his wanderings within prescribed limits. He may have, this prehistoric man, this Cave-dweller, chattered like amonkey in a patois understood only by his own family; but what is morereasonable to suppose than that the Drift-men of the marshes andcoastlines had only a restricted use for vocal sounds, sign-languagebeing expressive enough to meet their few wants? Meagre socialconditions, peculiar isolation, savagery, strife for life, call for nocomplex language, but sign-language has the authority of people livingon the globe to-day, not only amongst uncivilised races, but traces areseen in our very midst. The few examples of custom and signs given below will better illustratethe force of the statement. "Amongst the Uvinza, when two grandees meet, the junior leans forward, bends his knees, and places the palms of his hands on the ground, one oneither side his feet, while the senior claps hands over him six orseven times. " In the morning among the Walunga all the villagers turn out, and acontinuous clapping is kept up to the vocalisation of a shrill"Kwi-tata?" or "How do you do?" Two special signs for "good" are in the sign-vocabulary of the NorthAmerican Indians, and are worth recording. The person greeting holds theright hand, back up, in front of and close to the heart, with thefingers extended and pointing to the left. Another habit is that ofpassing the open right hand, palm downwards, from the heart, towards theperson greeted. A stranger making his appearance on the frontier line ofan Indian camp seldom fails to recognise the true sentiment of thechief's salutation, the extended fingers on the left side meaning-- "You are near my heart--expect no treachery, " a most solemn surety;while the hand sent from the heart towards the visitor seems to say-- "I extend hospitality to you. " The "attingere extremis digitis" of the Romans expressed the sametemperate conduct. But greeting by gesture and hand-clapping still live, and are discoveredin the first lessons given by a mother to her babe. "Clap hands, papa comes, " and "Pat a cake, pat a cake, my little man, Yes, I will, mother, as fast as I can" have a universal significance in Child Land. Unfortunately this survivalof hand-clapping, a vestige of a habit belonging to primitive people, does not begin and end in our modern nursery. "When I was a child I spake as a child, but when I became a man I putaway childish things, " is a resolve daily forgotten. In the theatre, when our sentiment is awakened by the craft of the stageplayer, we show approbation by a round of hand-clapping not one whitless savage than the habit of the Uvinza grandee or the good-morningamong the Walunga tribe. "O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us!" This demonstration of feeling may have more _corps d'esprit_ than thefeeble "hear, hear" of the educated or self-restrained man, butsign-language, especially among the Anglo-Saxon race, is on the wane. Its exodus is slowly going on, lingering anon in the ritual ofreligions, yet in social life ever being expelled. "It is rude to point, " says the nursemaid to her little charge. "Is it rude to shake hands, nurse?" once exclaimed a child cynic. Thenurse was nonplussed. The middle-class mother answers the child'squestion-- "Yes, dear--with anyone in a lower position. " "That's a case, " said an Irishman on hearing it, "of twopence-halfpennylooking down on twopence, " or by another comparison, it is a case of oneEnglish grandee clapping his hands over another grandee's head. Still, though educational influences and nine-tenths of the coterie of societywage war against sign-language, ill-mannered men and badly-behavedchildren must always be with us. "'Tis rude to laugh" is another precept of the hypercritical mother. Why? Goodness only knows!--for none but a pompous blockhead or a solemnprig will pretend that he never relaxes. But let ancient Plato, brimfulas he was of philosophy, answer the question "When not to laugh?" Indulging one day in idle waggery, Plato, on seeing a staid discipleapproach, suddenly exclaimed to his fellows, "Let's be wise now, for Isee a fool coming, " and under hypocrisy's mask all merriment ceased. Agesilaus in mere sport romped with his children, and delighted them byriding on a stick round the nursery, possibly singing, after the mannerof many a modern rollicking nursery-loving father-- "Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross. " With men, however, kingly proclamations, laws, empires pass away and areforgotten, time obliterates their memories, but in Child Land all theinhabitants, from the tiniest crower to the ten-year-old boy, show aneager appreciation in the conservation of the pleasing lore contained inthe lullabies, the jingles, the tales, the riddles, the proverbs, andthe games of the nursery classics. And what terrible critics these babies are! What a perverse preferencethey have for the soft jingle of nonsensical melody; blank verse withits five accents and want of rhythm does not soothe: they must havethe-- "Lalla, lalla, lalla, Aut dormi, aut lacta" of their prototype of Roman days. How they revel and delight in the mother's measured song of-- "Dance, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is nigh; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go. Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; So dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With a high cockolorum and tingle, ting ting. " Or-- "With a merry, gay coral, and tingle, ting ting. "[A] FOOTNOTES: [A] First printed in a selection of nursery rhymes by Taylor, 1828. Amodern well-known baby dance. CHAPTER III. "The moon is up; by Heaven, a lovely eve! Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand. " The Norwegian explorer, Dr. Nansen, in his address to the RoyalGeographical Society on February 9th, 1897, stated:-- "The long Arctic day was beautiful in itself, though one soon got tiredof it. But when that day vanished and the long Polar night began, thenbegan the kingdom of beauty, then they had the moon sailing through thepeculiar silence of night and day. The light of the moon shining whenall was marble had a most singular effect. "[B] Writers on Comparative Religions for the most part assert that moonworship amongst the almost utterly savage tribes in Africa and America, the hunting, nomad races of to-day, is a noteworthy feature. "It is notthe sun that first attracted the attention of the savage. "[C] "In orderof birth the worship of the night sky, inclusive of that of the moon, precedes that of the day sky and the sun. It was observed long ago thatwherever sun worship existed moon worship was to be found, being aresiduum of an earlier state of religion. "[D] What the early primal melody of thousands of years ago may have been onecan hardly suggest, but that the subject-matter of the song was mythicalthere can be very little doubt, and, like folk-lore tales, built uponand around nature worship; for as the capacity for creating languagedoes not exhaust all its force at once, but still continues to form newmodes of speech whenever an alteration of circumstances demands them, soit is with myths. The moon during a long Polar night reigning in akingdom of crystalline beauty, when all around is silence and grandeur, would suggest to the dweller on the fringe of the ice fields--his deity. The sun, in like manner shedding forth its genial warmth, theagriculturist would learn to welcome, and to ascribe to its power theincrease of his crop, and just as the limitation of reason holds theuntutored man in bondage, so the myth, the outcome of his ignorance, becomes his god. Even though social advancement has made rapid strides amongcomparatively modern peoples and nations, not only traces ofmythological, but entire religious observances, reclothed in Christiancostumes, are still kept up. Praying to an apple tree to yield anabundant crop was the habit of the Bohemian peasant, until Christianteaching influenced him for the better; yet such a hold had thetradition of his ancestors over him that the custom still survives, andyearly on Good Friday before sunrise he enters his garden, and there onhis knees says-- "I pray, O green tree, that God may make thee good. " The old form ran thus-- "I pray thee, O green tree, that thou yield abundantly. " In some districts the lash of the Bohemian peasant's whip is wellapplied to the bark of the tree, reminding one of the terse verse-- "A woman, a spaniel, and walnut tree, The more you beat them the better they be. " There is also something akin, in this Bohemian's former sentiment, tothe wish our nursery children make while eating apples. Coming to thecores they take out the pippins and throw them over the left shoulder, exclaiming-- "Pippin, pippin, fly away; Bring me an apple another day. " Surely a tree hidden within its fruit. In the German fairy tale of Ashputtel, also known as the goldenslipper--a similar legend is extant amongst the Welsh people--and fromwhich our modern tale of Cinderella and her glass slipper came, a treefigured as the mysterious power. After suffering many disappointmentsAshputtel, so the legend relates, goes to a hazel tree and complainsthat she has no clothes in which to go to the great feast of the king. "Shake, shake, hazel tree, Gold and silver over me, " she exclaims, and her friends the birds weave garments for her while thetree makes her resplendent with jewels of gold and silver. "Children's sport, popular sayings, absurd customs, may be practicallyunimportant, but they are not philosophically insignificant, bearing asthey do on primitive culture. "[E] Trans-Alpine Europe was a greatermystery to the nations on the littoral of the Mediterranean at the timeof Christ's appearance in Syria than any spot in Central Africa is to usto-day. Across the Northern mountain chains were regions unaffected by Greek orRoman culture, and the only light shed on the memorials of NorthernEurope's early youth comes from the contributory and dimly illuminativerays of folk-lore. THE BABY'S RATTLE at this juncture is worth according a passing notice, though degeneratedinto the bauble it now is. Among the Siberian, Brazilian, and Redskin tribes it was held as asacred and mysterious weapon. This sceptre of power of the modernnursery--the token primitive man used, and on which the Congo negrotakes his oath--has lost its significance. The Red Indian of North America had his Rattle man, who, as physician, used it as a universal prescription in the cure of all disease, believing, no doubt, that its jargon would allay pain, in like manner asit attracts and soothes a cross child; and this modern type of primitiveman, the Red Indian, although fast dying out, has no obscured visions ofthe records of childhood; they have remained since his _anno mundi_ ranback to zero. To him the great sources of religious and moral suasionwhich gave birth to mediæval and modern Europe, and so largelycontributed to the polity of Asia and the upraising of Africa, have beena dead letter, which spell his extinction. He lived up to his racialtraditions, and is fast dying with them. His language, his arts, hisreligious rites are of an unfamiliar past. Leaving the Red Indian moon worshipper with his death rattle awhile andharking back to Europe, Norway stands out as the richest country inlegendary lore, for old-time superstitions have lingered among thesimple and credulous people, living pent up on the horrid crags, wheretorrents leap from cliff to valley. Their tales of goblins and spirits, tales of trolls, gnomes, and a legendary host of other uncannycreatures, point to the former nature and ancestral worship of a peoplecut off from the advancing civilisation of their time. Luckily for thearchæologist, superstitious beliefs and folk-lore tales have preservedthe graves of the Stone Age inhabitants of the country from desecration. As in Norway so in the Isle of Man, and in the western districts ofIreland. In Man until the fifties many of the inhabitants believed in the Spiritof the Mountains; indeed, even in County Donegal and the West Riding ofYorkshire, up to the last twenty years, fairy superstition was rife. Boyd Dawkins gives in his chapter, "Superstition of the Stone Age: EarlyMan in Britain, " an account of an Isle of Man farmer who, having allowedinvestigation to be made in the interests of science on portions of hislands, becoming so awed at the thought of having sanctioned thedisturbing of the dead, that he actually offered up a heifer as a burntsacrifice to avert the wrath of the Manes. After lunar and solarworships this ancestral worship of the Isle of Man farmer ranks next inpoint of age, a survival of which is seen in the respect paid by countrypeople to the fairies, the goblins, and the elves. Equally so has thespirit of former beliefs been handed down to us in the song of thenurse, and in the practices of rural people. A modernised lullaby of a Polish mother bears traces in the last stanzaof a quasi-native worship-- "Shine, stars, God's sentinels on high, Proclaimers of His power and might, May all things evil from us fly; O stars, good-night, good-night!" Other instances of nature worshippers are amusing as well as beinginstructive. The Ojebway Indians believe in the mortality of the sun, for when an eclipse takes place the whole tribe, in the hope ofrekindling the obscured light, keep up a continual discharge offire-tipped arrows from their bows until they perceive again his majestyof light. Amongst the New Caledonians the wizard, if the season continueto be wet and cloudy, ascends the highest accessible peak on amountain-range and fires a peculiar sacrifice, invoking his ancestors, and exclaiming-- "Sun, this I do that you may be burning hot, And eat up all the black clouds of the sky, " reminding one of the puerile cry of the weather-bound nursery child-- "Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day. " Wind-making among primitive people was universally adopted; even at alate period the cultured Greeks and Romans believed in a mythical windgod. It was the custom of the wind clan of the Omahas to flap their overallsto start a breeze, while a sorcerer of New Britain desirous of appeasingthe wind god throws burnt lime into the air, and towards the point ofthe compass he wishes to make a prosperous journey, chanting meanwhile asong. Finnish wizards made a pretence of selling wind to land-boundsailors. A Norwegian witch once boasted of sinking a vessel by opening awind-bag she possessed. Homer speaks of Ulysses receiving the winds as apresent from Æolus, the King of Winds, in a leather bag. In the highlands of Ethiopia no storm-driven wind ever sweeps downwithout being stabbed at by a native to wound the evil spirit riding onthe blast. In some parts of Austria a heavy gale is propitiated by theact and speech of a peasant who, as the demon wings his flight in theraging storm, opens the window and casts a handful of meal or chaff tothe enraged sprite as a peace offering, at the same time shouting-- "There, that's for you; stop, stop!" A pretty romance is known in Bulgarian folk-lore. The wife of a peasantwho had been mysteriously enticed away by the fairies was appealed to byher husband's mother to return. "Who is to feed the babe, and rock its cradle?" sang the grandmother, and the wind wafted back the reply-- "If it cry for food, I will feed it with copious dews; If it wish to sleep, I will rock its cradle with a gentle breeze. " How devoid of all sentiment our Englished version of the same talereads. "Hush-a-bye, baby, on a tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down comes the baby and cradle and all. " No wonder this purposeless lullaby is satirised in the orthodox librettoof Punch's Opera or the Dominion of Fancy, for Punch, having sung it, throws the child out of the window. The poetic instinct of the German mother is rich in expression, hervoice soothing and magnetic as she sways her babe to and fro to themelody of-- "Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father tends the sheep, Thy mother shakes the branches small, Whence happy dreams in showers fall. Sleep, baby, sleep! "Sleep, baby, sleep! The sky is full of sheep, The stars the lambs of heaven are, For whom the shepherd moon doth care. Sleep, baby, sleep!"[F] The lullaby of the Black Guitar, told by the Grimm brothers in theirGerman fairy tales, gives us the same thought. "Thou art sleeping, my son, and at ease, Lulled by the whisperings of the trees. " Another German nurse song of a playful yet commanding tone translates-- "Baby, go to sleep! Mother has two little sheep, One is black and one is white; If you do not sleep to-night, First the black and then the white Shall give your little toe a bite. " A North Holland version has degenerated into the flabby Dutch of-- "Sleep, baby, sleep! Outside there stands a sheep With four white feet, That drinks its milk so sweet. Sleep, baby, sleep!" The old English cradle rhyme, evidently written to comfort fathers morethan babies, is given by way of contrast, and, as is usual with our owncountrymen, the versification is thoroughly British, slurred over andslovenly-- "Hush thee, my babby, Lie still with thy daddy, Thy mammy has gone to the mill To grind thee some wheat To make thee some meat, Oh, my dear babby, do lie still!" The Danish lullaby of "Sweetly sleep, my little child, Lie quiet and still. The bird nests in the wood, The flower rests in the meadow grass; Sweetly sleep, my little child. " This last recalls the esteem our Teuton ancestors had for their scalds, or polishers of language, when poetry and music were linked together bythe voice and harp of minstrelsy, and when the divine right to fill theoffice of bard meant the divine faculty to invent a few heroic stanzasto meet a dramatic occasion. One more well-known British lullaby-- "Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting To get a little _hare skin_ To wrap the baby bunting in. " The more modern version gives "_rabbit skin_. " FOOTNOTES: [B] _Times'_ report, February 10th, 1897. [C] F. SPIEGEL. [D] WELCKER, _Griechische Götterlehre_, i. 551. [E] TYLOR. [F] Wagner introduced the music to which it is sung in his _Siegfried_idyll. CHAPTER IV. "One very dark night, when the goblins' light Was as long and as white as a feather, A fairy spirit bade me stray Amongst the gorse and heather. The pixies' glee enamoured me, They were as merry as merry could be. "They held in each hand a gold rope of sand, To every blue-bell that grew in the dell They tied a strand, Then the fairies and pixies and goblins and elves Danced to the music of the bells By themselves, merry, merry little selves. " To the kingdom of elf-land few English nursery poems have any reference. Our continental neighbours have preserved a few, but the major numberare found in versions of the folk-lore tales belonging to the peopledwelling in the hilly districts of remote parts of Europe. Norway, Switzerland, Italy, and even Poland present weird romances, and our owncountry folk in the "merrie north country, " and in the lowlands of"bonnie Scotland, " add to the collection. The age to which most of themmay be traced is uncertain; at all events, they bear evidences ofbelonging to a period when nature worship was universal, and theveneration of the mysterious in life common to our ancestors. The SecondStone Age men, it is said, cremated their dead who were worthy ofreverence, and worshipped their shades, and the nursery tales of pixiesand goblins and elves are but the mythical remains of their onceprevailing religion--universal the world over. The inception of thisancestral worship probably took place during that period known as theNeolithic Age, when the moon, stars, and sun no longer remained themysterious in life to be feared and worshipped. In the dreary process ofevolution a gradual development took place, and nature worship andancestral veneration evolved into the more comprehensive systems ofBuddha, Confucius, and the later polytheism of Greece, Ancient Tuscany, and Rome, leaving high and dry, stranded, as it were, in NorthernEurope, Ireland, and North Britain, an undisturbed residuum ofante-chronological man's superstitions. Evidences of primitive man'sreligion are seen in the customs and practices of our rural folk to-day. In vast forest districts, or in hilly regions far away from the refininginfluences of social contact, the old-time superstitions lingered, changing little in the theme, and inspiring the succeeding generations, as they unfolded in the long roll-call of life, with the same fears ofthe mystery of death and of a future life. One of the customs of recentpractice is fitly described as follows:-- In Yorkshire and in north-west Irish homesteads, and even far away inthe East amongst the Armenian peasantry, a custom was, until late years, in vogue, of providing a feast for the departed relatives on certainfixed dates. All Hallows' Eve being one of the occasions a meal wasprepared, and the feast spread as though ordinary living visitants weregoing to sit round the "gay and festive board. " The chain hanging downfrom the centre of the chimney to the fireplace was removed--a boundaryline of the domestic home--but at these times especial care was taken toremove it so that the "pixies and goblins and elves" could have alicence to enter the house. In spite of Christian teaching and otherwidening influences the belief remained fixed in the minds of the ruralclasses that elves, goblins, sprites, pixies, and the manes were sternrealities. The Erl King of Goethe, a sprite endowed with more than human passions, elegantly portrays the modern idea of an old theme. How he haunted theregions of the Black Forest in Thuringia, snatching up children ramblingin the shades of the leafed wood, to kill them in his terrible shambles. The King of the Wood and the Spirit of the Waters were both early amongthe terrors of old-time European peasantry's superstitions. Another surviving custom, carried out with much picturesque ceremony, iscommon to the peoples of the Balkan States. In time of water-famine, more particularly in Servia, the girls go through the neighbouringvillages singing a Dodolo song of-- "We go through the village, The clouds go in the sky; We go faster, Faster go the clouds; They have overtaken us, And wetted the corn and wine. " Precisely as the hawthorn bushes were stripped of their blossoms byMaying parties in England in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, soin Servia the ballet of the leaf-dressed girl, encircled by a party ofholiday-makers, proceeds through the hamlets invoking not the FairFlora, but the Spirit of the Waters; the central figure, the girl ingreen, being besprinkled by each cottager. The Greeks, Bulgarians, and Roumanians observe a similar ceremony, buton the confines of Russia so intense is the belief in the superstitionof the water goblin that in times of long drought a travellerjourneying along the road has often been seized by the ruthless hands ofthe villagers and ceremoniously flung into a rivulet--a sacrifice toappease the spirit that lay in the waters. In Ireland the fairy-tale ofFior Usga--Princess Spring-water--has a kindred meaning; she, so thelegend relates, sank down in a well with her golden pitcher, and theflood-gates opened and swamped the parched and barren countryside nearKinsale. In Germany, when a person is drowned, people recollect the fancies ofchildhood, and exclaim, "The River Spirit claims its yearly sacrifice. "Even the hard-reasoning Scotch, years ago, clung to the samesuperstitious fancy which oftentimes prevented some of the most selfishof their race from saving their drowning fellows. "He will do you aninjury if you save him from the water" was one of their fears. InEngland, too, the north-country people speak of the River Sprite asJenny Greenteeth, and children dread the green, slimy-covered rocks on astream's bank or on the brink of a black pool. "Jenny Greenteeth willhave thee if thee goest on't river banks" is the warning of a Lancashiremother to her child. The Irish fisherman's belief in the Souls' Cages and the Merrow, or Manof the Sea, was once held in general esteem by the men who earned alivelihood on the shores of the Atlantic. This Merrow, or Spirit of theWaters, sometimes took upon himself a half-human form, and many a sailoron the rocky coast of Western Ireland has told the tale of how he sawthe Merrow basking in the sun, watching a storm-driven ship. His form isdescribed as that of half man, half fish, a thing with green hair, long_green teeth_, legs with scales on them, short arms like fins, a fish'stail, and a huge red nose. He wore no clothes, and had a cocked hatlike a sugar-loaf, which was carried under the arm--never to be put onthe head unless for the purpose of diving into the sea. At such times hecaught all the souls of those drowned at sea and put them in cages madelike lobster pots. The child's tale of the German fisherman and his wife tells the samestory-- "O Man of the Sea, come list unto me, For Alice, my wife, the plague of my life, Hath sent me to beg a boon of thee. " Unless such past credulities as these be considered it would be mostdifficult to account for many of the sayings of child-days, and thearchaic ideas that have drifted into our folk-lore tales. On all handsit is admitted that it is no unusual thing to find a game or practiceoutliving the serious performance of which it is an imitation. Thecondition of a people who originally held such mystic and crude ideas isseen to-day in types of aborigines and uncivilised races. In Halmahero, a large island to the west of New Guinea, a wizard goesthrough a ceremony somewhat similar to the Servian village maid's. Cutting down branches, he dips them into the water and sprinkles theparched ground. In Ceram the outer barks of certain trees are cast on the surface ofrunning streams and rivulets and dedicated to the spirits that lie inthe waters, that after this offering they may arise from the depths ofthe deep and clothe the earth with a cloud of mist. THE CORN SPIRIT. Another spirit, dreaded by all European peoples, was the Spirit of theCorn. In Russia especially children of the rural class sing songs of avery distant age, mother handing down to child themes unexposed toforeign influence. It is true the Church has altered the application ofmany by dressing up afresh pagan observances in Christian costumes. There are several, but one of the songs of the Russian serf to hisprattling offspring illustrates this statement. Before reading it, itshould be borne in mind that Ovsen is the Teutonic _Sun God_ whopossessed a boar, and that the antiquity of the song belongs to a timewhen the Russian peasant's forefathers worshipped the glories of theheavens, deifying the Sun for his fire and lustre. The translation of this poem of the fire worshippers is taken fromRalston's _Songs of the Russian People_, and runs as follows. Imaginethe crooning voice of the old Slav woman singing it to her nurse child. "In the forest, in the pine forest, There stood a pine tree, Green and shaggy. Oh Ovsen! Oh Ovsen! "The Boyars came, Cut down the pine, Sawed it into planks, Built a bridge, Fastened it with nails. Oh Ovsen! Oh Ovsen! "Who will go Over the bridge? Ovsen will go there, And the New Year. Oh Ovsen! Oh Ovsen!" Another song asks-- "On what will he come? On a dusky swine. What will he chase? A brisk little pig. " The present singers of songs about Ovsen receive presents in lieu of theold contributions towards a sacrifice to the gods. The habit is to askin some such words as these-- "Give us a pig for Vasily's Eve. " Pigs' trotters used to be offered as a sacrifice at the beginning of theNew Year, and the custom still prevails in Russia of proffering suchdishes at this time. The compliments of the season are commemorated bygiving away the feet of the "brisk little pig. " The first day of the NewYear was Ovsen's day, but now consecrated to the memory of St. Basil theGreat. The previous evening was called St. Basil's Eve, or Vasily'sEve. In one of the little Russian songs it is said-- "Ilya comes on Vasily's Day, " meaning on St. Basil's, or New Year's Day, comes the Sun-god, orthunder-bearer, originally Pevan, who, under Christian influences, becomes Elijah, or Ilya. "Ilya comes on Vasily's Day; He holds a whip of iron wire, And another of tin. Hither he comes, Thither he waves, Corn grows. " This supports the inference that the agriculturist was a natureworshipper. But quite apart from sun worshippers, and their songs aboutcorn-growing, the children of the rural classes in many other parts ofEurope have fixed ideas, or beliefs, in the "Spirit of the Cornfield";their sayings are represented by different figures, "a mad dog in thecorn, " "a wolf in the corn, " are found amongst the many shibboleths ofthe youngsters playing in the fields prior to harvest-time. That theydread the wavy movement of the grain-laden stalks is certain, and thered poppy, the blue cornflower, the yellow dandelion, and the margueritedaisy, although plucked by tiny hands on the fringe of the fields, it isnot often tiny feet trample down the golden stalks. At nightfall, inGermany, an old peasant, observing the gentle undulating motion of theripe crop while seated before his cottage, will exclaim-- "There goes the rye-wolf. The wolf is passing through the corn. " In some parts the "corn spirit" was said to be a cow. "The cow's in the corn. " In one of our home counties--Hertfordshire--it is a "mare, " and thecustom of "crying the mare" has allusion to the corn spirit, and isspoken of in some villages to-day. There are several rhymes that carry anotice of cornfield games. "Ring a ring a rosies, A pocket full of posies. Hush!--The Cry?--Hush!--The Cry? All fall down. " * * * * * "Little boy blue come blow me thy horn, The sheep in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. Where is the boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack fast asleep. " The "Little Boy Blue" rhyme, it has been urged, had only reference tothe butcher's boy. The rhyme is very much older than the blue-smockedbutcher's boy, and in truth it may be said the butcher boy of a centuryago wore white overalls. The former rhyme, "Ring a Ring a Rosies, " is known in Italy and Germany. In the northern counties of England the children use the words, "Hushu!Hushu!" in the third line. The Spirit of the Cornfield is dreaded by children of all Europeancountries. In Saxon Transylvania the children gather maize leaves andcompletely cover one of their playmates with them. This game is intendedto prefigure death. "CUCKOOS!" "Cuckoo cherrytree, catch a bird And give it to me. "[G] The people of the Oral and Tula Governments, especially the maidens, christen the cuckoo "gossip darlings!" In one of the Lithuanian districts the girls sing-- "Sister, dear, Mottled cuckoo! Thou who feedest The horses of thy brother, Thou who spinnest silken threads, Sing, O cuckoo, Shall I soon be married?" In _Love's Labour's Lost_ a passage occurs where the two seasons, Springand Winter, vie with each other in extolling the cuckoo and the owl. _Spring. _ "When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he-- Cuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo! O word of fear, Unpleasing to the married ear!" Thus is cuckoo gossip perpetuated in rhyme and song; but an old beliefin the mysteriously disappearing bird gave an opportunity to children toawait its return in the early summer, and then address to it all kindsof ridiculous questions. "How many years have I to live?" is a favourite query. The other likethat of the Lithuanian maid, "Shall I soon be married?" meets withfavour amongst single girls. A German song, entitled "The Shepherd Maiden, " indicates this custom. The words being-- "A shepherd maiden, one fine day, Two lambs to pasture led, To verdant fields where daisies grew, And bloomed the clover red; There spied she in a hedge close by A cuckoo, call with merry cry, Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!" After chasing the immortal bird from tree to tree to have her question, "Shall I soon be married?" answered, the song concludes with thistaunting refrain-- "Two hundred then she counted o'er, The cuckoo still cried as before, Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!" In our earliest published song, words and music composed by John ofForsete, monk of Reading Abbey, date 1225, and entitled "Sumer is icumenin, " the cuckoo is also extolled-- "Summer is a-coming in, loudly sing, cuckoo; Groweth the seed, bloweth the mead, and springeth wood anew. Sing, cuckoo! Merry sing, cuckoo, Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!" The peasantry of Russia, India, and Germany contribute to the collectionof cuckoo-lore. Grimm mentions a Cuckoo Hill in Gauchsberg. The cuckooand not the hill may have had the mystic sense. Identical with this Cuckoo Hill, in its solemn significance, thereoccurs a passage in the game of Hot Cockles, played formerly atYorkshire funerals. "Where is the poor man to go?" the friends whine, and the mutes who are in readiness to follow thecoffin beat their knees with open hands and reply-- "Over the Cuckoo Hill, I oh!" The association of ideas about the prophetic notes of the cuckoo'smocking voice--in matters of marriage and death--are pretty general, andthere are still further many points of identity in the tales told bythe children of India and Southern Russia. Like the Phœnix idea amongstthe people of Egypt, Persia, and India, these traditions allegorise thesoul's immortality. A WORD ON INDIAN LORE. The old prose editions of the sacred books of India--the law codes ofthe Aryans--were suitably arranged in verse to enable the contents to becommitted to memory by the students. In these rules the ritual of thesimplest rites is set forth. New and full moon offerings are given, andregulations minutely describing as to the way salutation shall be made. Much after the fashion of the grandees or the Red Indian moon worshipperof North America, it is told how a Brâhmana must salute stretching forthhis right hand level with his ear, a Kshalriza holding it level withthe breast, a Sûdra holding it low--all caste observances and relics ofa sign-language. "A householder shall worship gods, manes, men, goblins, and rishis, "remains of ancestral worship. "Adoration must be given to him who wearsthe moon on his forehead, " the oldest known form of worship, possibly, of the Drift-man's period, "and he shall offer libations of water, oblations of clarified butter, and worship the moon. " The butteroblation was practised by the Celts! They have a lunar penance, "heshall fast on the day of the new moon. " These observances belonged to a people who, without doubt, migrated fromthe West to the East. The manes and goblins are pre-Celtic, and havelikewise been preserved by those who travelled, as the journey becamepossible, towards Asia. Some of our nursery tales, children's games, are likewise known to them. The same legends are extant in the East andWest, all of which have a common origin, and that a religious one. FOOTNOTES: [G] An old English child rhyme mentioned in BARNES' _ShropshireFolk-lore_. PART II. CHAPTER I. "Oh, Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band, Let sage or cynic prattle as he will, These hours, and only these, redeemed Life's years of ill!" GAMES. The annual calendar of dates when certain of the pastimes and songs ofour street children become fashionable is an uncertain one, yet gameshave their seasons most wonderfully and faithfully marked. Yearly allboys seem to know the actual time for the revivification of a custom, whether it be of whipping tops, flirting marbles, spinning peg-tops, orplaying tip-cat or piggy. This survival of custom speaks eloquently ofthe child influence on civilisation, for the conservation of the humanfamily may be found literally portrayed in the pastimes, games, andsongs of the children of our streets. Curious relics of past cruelties are shadowed forth in many of thepresent games--some of which are not uninteresting. The barbarous customof whipping martyrs at the stake is perpetuated by the game of whip-top. In a black-letter book in the British Museum, date 15--(?) occurs thispassage-- "I am good at scourging of my toppe, You would laugh to see me morsel the pegge, Upon one foot I can hoppe, And dance trimly round an egge. " The apprentices of the London craftsmen followed the popular diversionof cock-throwing on Shrove Tuesday and tossing pancakes in thefrying-pan--the latter custom is still kept up at Westminster School. Both bear allusion to the sufferings and torments of men who died forconscience sake. Dice and pitch-and-toss, also modern games of the present gutterchildren, in primitive times were the ways and means adopted by thelearned to consult the oracles. Much in the same way the Scotch laddieand wee lassie play-- "Dab a prin in my lottery-book; Dab ane, dab two, dab a' your prins awa', " by sticking at random pins in their school-books, between the leaves ofwhich little pictures are placed. This is the lottery-box, the picturesthe prizes, and the pins the forfeits. Another favourite Scotch game is-- "A' the birds of the air, and the days of the week. " Girls' pleasures are by no means so diversified as those of boys. Itwould be considered a trifle too effeminate were the little men to amusethemselves with their sisters' game of Chucks--an enchanting amusement, played with a large-sized marble and four octagonal pieces of chalk. Beds, another girlish game, is also played on the pavement--a piece ofbroken pot, china or earthenware, being kicked from one of the beds ordivisions marked out on the flags to another, the girls hopping on oneleg while doing so. It is a pastime better known as Hop Scotch, and isplayed in every village and town of the British Isles, varying slightlyin detail. The rhymes used by street children to decide who is to beginthe game are numerous. The Scotch version of a well-known one is given below-- "Zickety, dickety, dock, the mouse ran up the nock, The nock struck one, down the mouse ran, Zickety, dickety, dock. " "Anery, twaery, tickery, seven, Aliby, crackeby, ten or eleven; Pin pan, muskidan, Tweedlum, twodlum, twenty-one. " Amongst the notable men in the world's history who have depictedchildren's games, St. Luke the Evangelist tells in a pleasant passage ofhow Jesus likened the men of His day to children sitting in themarket-place and calling to their playmates-- "We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; We have mourned unto you, and ye have not wept. " A vivid picture, illustrating puerile peevishness. In the thousands of years that street plays have been enacted by theyoungsters, no poet's, philosopher's, nor teacher's words have been moreto the point. Every child wants to take the most prominent part in agame, but all cannot be chief mourners, else there will be nosympathising weepers. "Who'll be chief mourner? I, said the dove, I'll mourn for my love. " To-day things are better arranged, a counting-out rhyme settles thequestion of appointment to the coveted post. Like the "Zickety, dickety, dock, the mouse ran up the clock" of the north-country children. "Whoever I touch must be he" ends and begins the counting-out verse of the Southern youngsters, which runs as follows-- "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, All good children go to heaven. My mother says the last one I touch must be he. " Of the numerous variations of this rhyme the one at present in demand byLondon children is-- "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, All good children go to heaven. A penny on the water, twopence on the sea, Threepence on the railway, and out goes she. " Another and more generally known rhyme of-- "1, 2, 3, 4, Mary at the cottage door Eating cherries off a plate, 5, 6, 7, 8, " is also used for the same purpose. But are there no peevish children to-day? None sulking in nursery orplayground over games just as the little Israelites did 1900 years agoin the market-place at Nain? Remember the lesson of old-- "We have piped, and ye have not danced; We have mourned to you, and ye have not wept. " MARRIAGE GAMES. In India and Japan marriage ceremonies bear a feature of youthful play. Amongst the Moslems in the former country--where the doll isforbidden--the day previous to a real wedding the young friends of thebridegroom are summoned to join in a wedding game. On the eve of the daythey all meet and surround the bridegroom-elect, then they make for thehouse of the bride's parents. On arrival at the gates the bride'srelatives shut the doors and mount guard. "Who are you, " exclaims the bridegroom, "to dare obstruct the king'scavalcade? Behold the bridegroom cometh! Go ye not out to meet him?" Theanswer comes from within the abode. "It is a ruse--so many thieves roamabout, more than probable you and your band are of them. " * * * * * In England in 1557 the boys of London town sang a rhyme at their mockwedding feasts of-- "If ever I marry I'll marry a maid, To marry a widow I'm sore afraid, For maids are simple and never will grudge, But widows full oft as they say know too much. " This song was entered at the Stationers' Hall, 1557 A. D. LONDON STREET GAMES. A WEDDING. After the preliminary rhyme of-- "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, All good children go to heaven. A penny on the water, twopence on the sea, Threepence on the railway, and out goes she, " has been said, the lot falls on one of the girls to be the bride. A ringis formed and a merry dance begins, all the children singing thisinvitation-- "Choose one, choose two, choose the nearest one to you. " The girl bride then selects a groom from the rest of the other children. He steps into the centre of the ring, joins hands and kisses her, afterwhich, collecting a posy from each of the others, he decorates her withflowers and green leaves. A fresh ring is now formed--figuratively thewedding ring; the whole of the children caper round singing-- "Rosy apple, lemon and pear, Bunch of roses she shall wear, Gold and silver by her side, I know who shall be my bride. " "Choose one, choose two, choose the nearest one to you. " "Take her by her lily-white hand, Lead her across the water, Give her kisses one, two, three, Mrs. ---- daughter. " THE KING OF THE BARBARINES. In this street game an entire regal court is appointed, the childrentaking the characters of king, queen, princes, and courtiers. When thesepreliminaries are settled two children join hands and whispersomething--supposed to be a great state secret--to each other. This atonce causes a rivalry amongst certain of the mock courtiers, and thedissatisfaction spreads, culminating in an open rebellion. The childrentake sides. Things now look serious; the prime minister tells the kinghe fears rebellion, and for safety his little majesty, attired in royalrobes, and wearing a paper crown, retires to his palace--one of thoseplaces "built without walls. " The soldiers, the king's bodyguard, aresummoned, and orders are given to them to suppress the insurrection andcapture the little rebels. As each one is taken prisoner the soldiersask-- "Will you surrender? Oh, will you surrender To the King of the Barbarines?" During the struggle reinforcements come up from the rebel camp and tryto beat off the king's soldiers, exclaiming-- "We won't surrender, we won't surrender To the King of the Barbarines. " "We'll make you surrender, we'll make you surrender To the King of the Barbarines. " "You can't make us surrender, you can't make us surrender To the King of the Barbarines. " "We'll go to the King, we'll go to the King, To the King of the Barbarines. " "You can go to the King, you can go to the King, To the King of the Barbarines. " The rebels now build an imaginary castle by joining hands. The king'ssoldiers surround the place, and after a skirmish break it down. "We'll break down your castle, we'll break down your castle For the King of the Barbarines. " A LANCASHIRE ROUND GAME. Two rows of lassies and lads face each other; the boys, hand in hand, move backwards and forwards towards the girls, saying-- "I've got gold, and I've got silver, I've got copper, and I've got brass, I've got all the world can give me, All I want is a nice young lass. " "Fly to the east, fly to the west, Fly to the one you love the best. " In the scramble which takes place the young lass of each one's choice isseized. A ring is formed, and a rollicking dance takes places to thecharacteristic chorus of-- "Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, I do; Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, dey. " ROUND GAME OF THE MULBERRY BUSH. "Here we go round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush; Here we go round the mulberry bush On a cold and frosty morning. "This is the way we wash our hands, We wash our hands, we wash our hands; This is the way we wash our hands On a cold and frosty morning. "This is the way we do our hair, " etc. "This is the way we mend our shoes, " etc. "This is the way we scrub our clothes, " etc. "This is the way we dust our room, " etc. "PRAY, MR. FOX, WHAT TIME IS IT?" A child stands on a hillock, or slightly elevated ground. A party ofchildren, hand in hand, approach him whom they denominate Mr. Fox withthe question-- "Pray, Mr. Fox, what time is it?" "One o'clock, " answers Mr. Fox. They are safe and fall back to their den. Making another venture they repeat the question. "Twelve o'clock, " shouts Mr. Fox, at the same time bounding towards themand scattering them in all directions. Those he can catch before theyget back to their den are his prisoners, and the game is played untilone remains, who of course becomes the fox. "Twelve o'clock, " it is to be observed, is the sly, foxy answer to thequestion, "Pray, Mr. Fox, what time is it?" "One, " "two, " "three, " "four, " etc. , are but evasive replies. "MOTHER, BUY ME A MILKING CAN. " A boisterous game, played by girls, especially favoured in Paddingtonand Marylebone. "Mother, buy me a milking can, A, I, O. Where's the money to come from, A, I, O? Sell my father's feather bed. Where must your father sleep? Sleep in the boys' bed. Where will the boys sleep? Sleep in the cradle. Where will the baby sleep? Sleep in the thimble. What shall I sew with? Sew with the poker. Suppose I burn myself? Serve you right. " At the time of saying "serve you right" all the children scamper awayfrom the girl who acts the part of mother. It is little more than amild reproof on the over-indulgent mother who would sell or giveanything to satisfy the fancies of her children, and the "serve youright" is a girl's idea of what a foolish mother deserves--less impudentthan corrective. * * * * * The town and country boys' game of "Bell horses, bell horses, what time of day, One o'clock, two o'clock, three and away, " comes into fashion with all the reckless frivolity of early years, whenthe old English festivities of Maying take place, reminding one of theold custom of bringing the May-pole from the neighbouring woods, wheneach of the eighty oxen yoked to the May-pole waggon had a nosegay ofwild-flowers tied to the horns. "HERE COMES A POOR SAILOR FROM BOTANY BAY. " "Here comes a poor sailor from Botany Bay; Pray, what are you going to give him to-day?" is played as a preliminary game to decide who shall join sides in thecoming tug-of-war. The chief delight of the youngsters playing "Here comes a poor sailor, "is in putting and answering questions. All are warned before replying. "You must say neither 'Yes, ' 'No, ' 'Nay, ' 'Black, ' 'White, ' or 'Grey. '-- Now what are you going to give him to-day?" "A pair of boots. " "What colour are they?" "Brown. " "Have you anything else to give him?" "I think so; I'll go and see. " "What colour is it?" "Red. " "What is this made of?" pointing to a coat or other article. "Cloth. " "And the colour?" "Brown. " "Have you anything else to give him?" "I don't think so. " "Would you like a sweet?" "Yes. " The examination is finished, for one of the fatal replies has beengiven. The child who exclaimed "Yes" goes to a den. After taking all thechildren through the same form of questioning the youngsters are founddivided into two classes, those who avoided answering in the prohibitedterms, "Yes, " "No, " "Nay, " "Black, " "White, " "Grey, " and the littleculprits in the den or prison who have failed in the examination. Thetug-of-war now begins, either class being pitted against the other. Norope is used; arms are entwined round waists, skirts pulled, orcoat-tails taken hold of. "CAN I GET THERE BY CANDLE-LIGHT?" This is one of the most universally played chain games in the BritishIsles. It belongs as much to the child with a rich Dublin brogue as tothe Cockney boy, one thing being altered in the verse--the place, "Howmany miles to Wexford or Dublin" being substituted for Wimbledon. Coventry and Burslem take the child fancy in the North of England. It probably dates from Tudor times. The expression, "Can I get there bycandle-light?" and "He went out of town as far as a farthing candlewould light him, " were amongst the common sayings of the people ofElizabeth's time. "How many miles to Wimbledon? Three score and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes! and back again. Then open the gates and let me go. Not without a beck and a bow. Here's a beck and there's a bow; Now open the gates and we'll all pass thro'. " The chain of children first formed to play this game is re-formed intotwo smaller ones. Hands are then uplifted by one of the sides to form anarchway; the other children, marching in single file, approach thesentinel near the gateway of arched hands and ask-- "How many miles to Wimbledon?" The answer is given-- "Three score and ten, " etc. When the gates are opened those who are alert enough pass through, butothers are caught and made prisoners. CHAPTER II. NURSERY GAMES. A GAME FOR A WET DAY. "Cows and horses walk on four legs, Little children walk on two legs; Fishes swim in water clear, Birds fly up into the air. One, two, three, four, five, Catching fishes all alive. Why did you let them go? Because they bit my finger so. Which finger did they bite? This little finger on the right. " The enthusiasm with which children of all ages play this somewhat noisygame can hardly be imagined. Try it, you fun-loving parents, and berewarded by the tears of joy their mirth and laughter will cause. It is played after this fashion. However, it will not be amiss to removethe tea-things before anything is attempted. All seated, the parent ornurse then places the first and second fingers of each hand on thecoverlet, the youngsters imitating her. Everybody's fingers are nowmoved up and down in a perpendicular way, like the needle of a sewingmachine. All singing-- "Cows and horses walk on four legs. " The next line requires a change, only one finger on each hand beingused, and-- "Little children walk on two legs" (_sung_). * * * "Fishes swim in water clear" demands the waving of arms horizontally, to imitate the action ofswimming in water. "Birds fly up into the air. " When this line is sung the hands are held up, and moved from the wristslike the wings of birds flapping in the air. "One, two, three, four, five" is said to the clapping of hands. "Catching fishes all alive" is sung to the action of grabbing at supposed fishes with the fingers. "Why did you let them go?" Everybody shakes their head and replies-- "Because they bit my finger so!" "Which finger did they bite?" Holding up the little finger, you answer-- "This little finger on the right!" "ANOTHER NURSERY TABLE GAME, BUT NEARLY 300 YEARS OLD. " Some of the thousands of the nursery tales in vogue come to us without atrace as to their origin. In James I. 's time the ending of ballads ranwith a tuneful "Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. " A collection of ballads in book-form by John Hilton, and called"Garlands, " are also described as the "Ayres and Fa las" in thetitle-page. Halliwell gives "The tale of two birds sitting on a stone" the samedate. It is scarcely a tale, but a game still played by all classes ofchildren-- "There were two birds sitting on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. One flew away, and then there was one, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. The other flew after, and then there was none, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. And so the poor stone was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!" The way boys play it may be briefly told as follows:--Pieces of paperare wetted and fixed on the fingers, the first finger of each hand. Being thus ornamented, they are placed on the table or knee, and therhyme repeated-- "There were two birds sitting on a stone. " Then by a sudden upward movement, throwing the paper on one finger, asit were, over the shoulder, the next finger--the second--is substitutedfor it, and the hand is again brought down and placed beside theremaining paper bird-- "Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. " "One flew away, and then there was one. " The same sleight-of-hand is gone through with the other finger-- "The other flew away, and then there was none, And so the poor stone was left all alone. " Another but more modern game, embodying the same idea, is told in-- "There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, One named Jack and the other named Jyll. Fly away, Jack, fly away, Jyll. Come again, Jack, come again, Jyll"-- to the wonderment of the child watching the quick change of fingers. It is the earliest sleight-of-hand trick taught to the nursery child. A B C GAME. A spirited game may be played after this fashion. All seated round thetable or fireplace. One child sings a solo--a verse of some nurseryrhyme. For instance-- "Hi diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such fine sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. " A chorus of voices takes up the tune and the solo is repeated, afterwhich the alphabet is sung through, and the last letter, Z, sustainedand repeated again and again, to bother the next child whose turn it nowis to sing the next solo. The new solo must be a nursery rhyme nothitherto sung by any of the company. If unable to supply a fresh rhymethe child stands out of the game and pays forfeit. "I APPRENTICE MY SON. " In another parlour game of a rather interesting kind the youngest in theroom begins by saying-- "I apprentice my son to a butcher; the first thing he sold was a pound of M. " Each has a turn to guess what M may stand for--some kind of meat thebutcher usually sells. Should the first person in the circle guess thecorrect meaning, it becomes his or her turn to ask the next question. Baker or grocer, chemist or draper, in fact any trade may be selected bythe person whose turn it is to put the question. AN ARMENIAN CHILD'S GAME of a thousand years ago is still played by the Christian children ofAsia. Like our Western street games of tops and tip-cats it perpetuatesthe cruelties of the persecutions which their ancestors suffered, a mostterrible instance of the child's game outliving the serious performanceof that which it represented. The frontier of the Armenian kingdom hadbeen destroyed by one of the Christian Byzantine emperors, thus enablingthe Seljouck Turks to pass through the Armenian kingdom, and deal out tothe unoffending Asiatic Christians the terrors of pillage by firingtheir peaceful homesteads. England, France, and Germany have amodification of the game. In France the youngsters hand round a burningfaggot, exclaiming-- "Petit bonhomme vit encore. " German children play a similar game with a stick instead of a firebrand, and Halliwell gives the rhyme describing the English game as-- "Jack's alive and in very good health, If he die in your hand you must look to yourself. " RUSSIAN SUPERSTITION. An old custom of the Russian maiden--identical with the English girl'shabit on St. Valentine's Day--is still in vogue. Going into the streetshe asks the first man she meets his Christian name, believing that herfuture husband will be sure to bear the same. CHAPTER III. JEWISH RHYMES. Sports, games, and amusements were unknown until a late day in Jewishhistory. Within the walls of Jerusalem, or indeed throughout the wholelength of Palestine, no theatre, circus, hippodrome, nor even gallerywas to be found, until Jason, the Greek-Jew of the Maccabees dynasty, became ruler, and built a place of exercise under the very tower of theTemple itself. (2 Macc. Iv. 10-14. ) Herod subsequently completed whatJason had begun, and erected a hippodrome within the Holy City to thedelight of the younger Hebrews, later building another at Cæsarea. Even the festivals were not of Mosaic appointment, and it is notdifficult to understand how certain gloomy censors and theologianscondemn merriment. To serve the Lord with gladness was quite anafter-thought of the Israelitish leaders and teachers. But when thegreat fairs or wakes of the whole nation were held, pastimes anddiversions crept in similar to the merry meetings of our own times, andreligion, commerce, and amusement became the cardinal features of thegreat Jewish fairs. The Guy Fawkes Festival of Judaism, the Purim Feast, appointed by Estherand Mordecai, commemorating deliverance from massacre which Hamar haddetermined by lot against them, gave occasion for relaxation. Even themost austere and gloomy rejoiced, while the younger people abandonedthemselves to dissolute mirth, opposite sexes dressing up in theclothes of each other; a habit at present in favour amongst the costerfraternity of East London on Bank Holidays. The Jews were a peculiarpeople. No old-time imagery of the older nations enchanted them; theywere carefully taught to live for themselves and by themselves, but tomake their profit out of others whenever possible to do so. The spoilingof the Egyptians took place more than once in their history. Whatevernation they colonised amongst had to enforce strict laws and rigidpunishments in defence of their own less shrewd people. Even their nursery rhymes are distinctive, full of religious andnational sentiment, and may be counted on the fingers of one hand. Theynecessarily know the ones in common use belonging to the country oftheir adoption, but so important are the two Hebrew rhymes considered tobe that every pious Jew teaches his child their significance. Atranslation of the principal one, found in the Sepher Haggadah, a Hebrewhymn in the Chaldee language, runs thus:-- _Recitative. _ "A kid, a kid, my father bought For two pieces of money--A kid! a kid! * * * Then came the cat and ate the kid That my father bought for two pieces of money. Then came the dog and bit the cat that ate the kid that my father bought for two pieces of money. Then came the staff and beat the dog that bit the cat, etc. Then came the fire that burned the staff, that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the kid, etc. Then came the water and quenched the fire, that burned the staff, that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the kid, etc. Then came the ox and drank the water, etc. Then came the butcher and slew the ox, that drank the water, etc. Then came the Angel of Death and killed the butcher, etc. Then came the Holy One, Blessed be He! and slew the Angel of Death, that killed the butcher, that slew the ox, that drank the water, that quenched the fire, that burned the staff, that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the kid, that my father bought for two pieces of money--A kid! a kid!" Now for the interpretation--for it is a historical and a propheticnursery rhyme. The kid which Jehovah the father purchased denotes theselect Hebrew race; the two pieces of money represent Moses and Aaron;the cat signifies the Assyrians, by whom the ten tribes were taken intocaptivity; the dog is representative of the Babylonians; the stafftypifies the Persians; the fire is Alexander the Great at the head ofthe Grecian Empire; the water the Roman domination over the Jews; the oxthe Saracens who subdued the Holy Land and brought it under the Caliph;the butcher is a symbol of the Crusaders' slaughter; the Angel of Deaththe Turkish power; the last stanza is to show that God will takevengeance on the Turks when Israel will again become a fixed nation andoccupy Palestine. The Edomites (the Europeans) will combine and driveout the Turks. Everyone, big and little, will recognise the source of the nursery fableof "The house that Jack built. " "This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house, etc. This is the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt, etc. This is the dog that worried the cat that killed the rat, etc. This is the cow with a crumpled horn that tossed the little dog over the barn, that worried the cat that killed the rat, etc. This is the maiden all forlorn that milked the cow with a crumpled horn, that tossed the little dog over the barn, etc. This is the man all tatters and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with a crumpled horn, etc. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man all tatters and torn to the maiden all forlorn, etc. This is the cock that crowed in the morn, that wakened the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man, etc. This is the farmer sowing his corn, that fed the cock that crowed in the morn, that wakened the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man all tatters and torn unto the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with a crumpled horn, that tossed the little dog over the barn, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built. " A Scotch and North of England nursery tale, two centuries old, is castin the same mould, or rather built on the hymn of the Hebrews found inthe Sepher Haggadah. It is given below. "There was an old woman swept her house and found a silver penny, And she went to market and bought a kid; But when she came to drive it home kid would not go. She went a little further and met a stick, and said to it, 'Stick, stick, beat kid, kid won't go, 'tis a'most midnight, and hame I must go. ' But the stick would not. She went a little further and met a fire. 'Fire, fire, burn stick, stick won't beat kid, kid won't go, 'tis a'most midnight, and hame I must go. ' But the fire would not. She went a little further and met with water. 'Water, water, quench fire, fire won't burn stick, ' etc. But the water would not. She went a little further and met an ox. 'Ox, ox, drink water, ' etc. She went a little further and met a butcher, etc. She went a little further and met a rope, etc. She went a little further and met some grease, etc. 'Grease, grease, grease rope. ' She went a little further and met a rat. 'Rat, rat, eat grease, ' etc. She went a little further and met a cat. 'Cat, cat, kill rat, ' etc. The cat began to bite the rat, the rat began to eat the grease, the grease began to grease the rope, the rope to hang the butcher, the butcher to kill the ox, the ox to drink the water, the water to quench the fire, the fire to burn the stick, the stick to beat the kid, and so the kid went home. " In other accounts of the same tale the kid is a pig, the silver penny acrooked sixpence; the pig would not go over the stile, and the old womancould not get her old man's supper ready. The several prefigurations are not difficult to make out. Very many ofthe babblings put into the mouths of English children are of foreignorigin; the story of "The Kid" was known in Leipsic and sung by Germanchildren in 1731, very possibly coming in this way from the Jewishcolony. In Denmark it is also a favourite with the school children. The other Jewish rhyme, kept in remembrance by modern Jews, is printedat the end of their Passover Service in English and in Hebrew. ONE is known as the Chad Gadyâ. It is an arithmetical poem, and begins-- "Who knoweth One?" "I know One, One is God, who is over heaven and earth!" "Who knoweth two?" "I know two, two tables of the Covenant, but One is God, who reigneth over heaven and earth!" When the Latin of our churches was on the lips of everyone in the MiddleAges, an adaptation of this childish creed was taught to littleChristians, beginning-- "Unus est Deus, " but with a Christian theme. CHAPTER IV. AN ANCIENT ENGLISH RHYME From which came the well-known nursery tale of-- "A frog, who would a-wooing go. Hey, oh! says Rowly. Whether his mother would let him or no, With a Rowly Powly Gammon and Spinach, Hey, oh! says Anthony Rowly. " In 1549 the Scottish shepherds sang a song, entitled "The frog that cameto the myl dur. " In 1580 a later ballad, called "A most strange weddingof a frog and a mouse, " was licensed by the Stationers' Company. Thereis a second version extant in _Pills to Purge Melancholy_. The following was commonly sung in the early years of Henry VIII. 'sreign:-- "It was a frog in the well, Humbledum, humbledum, And the merry mouse in the mill, Tweedle, tweedle, twino. The frog he would a-wooing ride, Humbledum, humbledum, Sword and buckler by his side, Tweedle, tweedle, twino. When upon his high horse set, Humbledum, humbledum, His boots they shone as black as jet, Tweedle, tweedle, twino. "Then he came to the merry mill-pin, Saying, 'Lady mouse, be you within?' Then out came the dusty mouse, Saying, 'I'm the lady of this house. ' "'Hast thou any mind of me?' asked the gallant Sir Froggy. 'I have e'en great mind of thee, ' her ladyship replied. 'Who shall make our marriage?' suggested the frog. 'Our lord, the rat!' exclaimed the mouse. 'What shall we have for supper?' the thoughtful frog exclaimed. 'Barley, beans, and bread and butter!' generously replied Miss Mouse. But when the supper they were at, The frog, the mouse, and the rat, In came Gib, our cat, And caught the mouse by the back; Then did they separate. The frog leapt on the floor so flat, In came Dick, our drake, And drew the frog into the lake. The rat ran up the wall, And so the company parted all. " The rhyming tale of "The frog who would a-wooing go" is similar in everyway to the above. In Japan one of the most notable fairy-tales relates a story of amouse's wedding. SONGS OF LONDON BOYS IN TUDOR TIMES. In the next two reigns, Edward VI. And Philip and Mary's, the musicalabilities of the London boy were carefully looked after and cultivated. The ballads he sang recommended him to employers wanting apprentices. Christ's Blue Coat School and Bridewell Seminary offered unusualfacilities for voice training. One happy illustration of the customs ofthe sixteenth century was the habit of the barber-surgeon's boy, whoamused the customers, waiting for "next turn" to be shaved or bled, withhis ballad or rhyming verse; and a boy with a good voice proved a raredraw to the "bloods" about town, and those who frequented the tavernsand ordinaries within the City. In the next reign the condition of the poor was much improved; theeffect of the land sales in Henry VII. 's reign, when the moneyedclasses purchased two-thirds of the estates of the nobility, and spenttheir amassed wealth in cultivating and improving the neglected lands. This factor--as well as the cessation of the Wars of the Roses--wasbeginning to work a lasting benefit to the poor, as the street cries of1557 show, for, according to the register of the Stationers' Companythat year, a licence was granted to John Wallye and Mrs. Toye to print aballad, entitled-- "Who lyve so mery and make such sporte As they that be of the poorest sort?" "Who liveth so merry in all the land As doth the poor widow who selleth the sand? And ever she singeth, as I can guess, 'Will you buy my sand--any sand--mistress?' _Chorus. _ "Who would desire a pleasanter thing Than all the day long to do nothing but sing? Who liveth so merry and maketh such sport As those who be of the poorer sort?" Even Daniel De Foe, writing one hundred and twenty years after, paid apassing tribute to Queen Elizabeth, and said "that the faint-heartedeconomists of 1689 would show something worthy of themselves if theyemployed the poor to the same glorious advantage as did QueenElizabeth. " Going back to the centuries prior to the Tudor period, one is remindedthat all the best efforts at minstrelsy--song, glee, or romance--camefrom the northern counties, or from just on either side the borders. The prevalence of a northern dialect in the compositions show thissuggestion to be in a great degree real. The poems of minstrelsy, however, claim something more than dialect--the martial spirit, everfever-heat on the borders of the kingdoms of England and Scotland; theage of chivalry furnishing the minstrel with the subject of his poem. But with the strife of war ended, on Henry VII. 's accession, balladstook the place of war-songs in the heart affections of the people, andthey sang songs of peace and contentment. Bard, scald, minstrel, gleeman, with their heroic rhymes and long metrical romances, gave wayin the evolution of song and harmony to the ballad-monger with hislicence. However, in turn they became an intolerable nuisance, and a wagwrote of them in 1740-- "Of all sorts of wit he's most fond of a ballad, But asses choose thistles instead of a salad. " Another of the wayside songs of Henry VIII. 's time, sung by man, woman, and child, ran-- "Quoth John to Joan, Wilt thou have me? I prithee, now wilt? and I'se marry with thee My cow, my calf, my house, my rents, And all my land and tenements-- Oh, say, my Joan, will that not do? I cannot come each day to woo. I've corn and hay in the barn hard by, And three fat hogs pent up in a sty; I have a mare, and she's coal black; I ride on her tail to save her back. I have cheese upon the shelf, And I cannot eat it all myself. I've three good marks that lie in a rag In the nook of the chimney instead of a bag. " The London surgeon-barber's boy pleased his master's patrons with awhole host of similar extravagances, but he was not alone in the habit, for so usual was it for the poorest of the poor to indulge in mirth, that literary men of the day wrote against the practice. In a black-letter book--a copy of which is in the British Museum, date1560--and entitled, "The longer thou livest more fool thou art, " W. Wager, the author, says in the prologue-- "Good parents in good manners do instruct their child, Correcting him when he beginneth to grow wild. " The subject matter of this book also gives a fair view of the customsand habits of the boys of that age. In the character of Moros, a youthenters the stage, "counterfeiting a vain gesture and foolishcountenance, singing the 'foote' or burden of many songs, as fools arewont. " Amongst the many rhymes enumerated by Moros, which he claims were taughtto him by his mother, occur: "Broome on the hill, " "Robin lend me thybow, " "There was a maid came out of Kent, " "Dainty love, dainty love, ""Come o'er the bourne, Bessie, " and "Tom a Lin, and his wife and his wife's mother, They all went over the bridge together; The bridge was broken and they fell in, 'The devil go with all, ' quoth Tom a Lin. " Another version, more particularly the Irish one, runs-- "Bryan O'Lynn, and his wife and wife's mother, All went over the bridge together; The bridge was loose, they all fell in, 'What a precious concern, ' cried Bryan O'Lynn. "Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear, So he got a sheep's skin to make him a pair. " This rhyme is evidently much older than the Tudor age, and one isreminded of the time when cloth and woollen goods were not much used bythe lower classes. The Tzigane of Hungary to-day wears his sheep-skinbreeches, and hands them down to posterity, with a plentiful supply ofquick-silver and grease to keep them soft and clean. "Bye baby bunting"and the little "hare skin" is the other nursery rhyme having areference to skins of animals being used for clothing. But "Babybunting" has no purpose to point to, unless indeed the habits of theEsquimaux are taken in account. In the list of nursery songs sung bychildren in Elizabeth's reign, the following extract from "The longerthou livest the more foole thou art" gives four:-- "I have twentie mo songs yet, A fond woman to my mother; As I war wont in her lappe to sit, She taught me these and many other. "I can sing a song of 'Robin Redbreast, ' And 'My litle pretie Nightingale, ' 'There dwelleth a Jolly Fisher here by the west, ' Also, 'I com to drink som of you Christmas ale. ' "Whan I walke by myselfe alone, It doth me good my songs to render; Such pretie thinges would soone be gon If I should not sometime them remembre. " To get back again to the true nursery lyrics, one more marriage game ofthis period is given, entitled-- "WE'LL HAVE A WEDDING AT OUR HOUSE. " "A cat came fiddling out of a barn With a pair of bagpipes under her arm; She could pipe nothing but fiddle-cum-fee, The mouse hath married the bumble-bee. Pipe, cat; dance, mouse; We'll have a wedding at our house. " CHAPTER V. CAT RHYMES. The old saying of "A cat may look at the queen" is thus expressed in adialogue between a ward nurse of Elizabeth's time and a truant tom onits return to the nursery. "_Ward Nurse_: Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? "_Cat_: I've been to London to see the queen. "_Ward Nurse_: Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? "_Cat_: I frightened a little mouse from under her chair. " No doubt the incident giving rise to this verse had to do with theterrible fright Queen Bess is supposed to have had on discovering amouse in the folds of her dress--for it was she of virgin fame to whompussy-cat paid the visit. It has been asked again and again, "Why areold maids so fond of cats?" and "Why are their lives so linkedtogether?" Maybe it is to scare, as did the cat in the rhyme, "a littlemouse from under her chair. " * * * * * "Ten little mice sat down to spin, Pussy looked down, and she looked in. What are you doing, my little men? We're making some clothes for gentlemen. Shall I come in to cut your threads? No, kind sir, you'll bite off our heads. " * * * * * One more rhyme of Queen Elizabeth's time begins-- "The rose is red, the grass is green, Serve Queen Bess, our noble queen. " * * * * * "Kitty, the spinner, Will sit down to dinner, And eat the leg of a frog. All the good people Will look o'er the steeple And see a cat play with a dog. " * * * * * "I love little pussy, her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm; I won't pull her tail, nor drive her away, But pussy and I together will play. " * * * * * "Three cats sat by the fireside, In a basket full of coal-dust; One cat said to the other, 'Su pu, pell mell--Queen Anne's dead!' 'Is she?' quoth Grimalkin, 'then I'll reign in her stead. ' Then up, up, up, they flew, up the chimney. " * * * * * "Great A, little b, The cat's in the cupboard And she can't C. " * * * * * "There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile; He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat, she caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house. " * * * * * "Ding dong bell, pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Thin. Who pulled her out? Little Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy cat!" Or-- "What a naughty trick was that to drown my granny's pussy cat, Who never did any harm, but caught the mice in father's barn. " CAT TALE OF DICK WHITTINGTON. This legend of Dick Whittington is of Eastern origin. The story of thepoor boy whose ill-fortune was so strangely reversed by the performancesof his cat and its kittens finds a parallel in a cat tale found in"Arlott's Italian Novels, " published 1485. The Lord Mayor of Londonbearing the name of Richard Whittington was a knight's son, a citizen ofLondon, and never poor. The possible explanation of the cat in thecareer of Whittington of London had reference to a coal-boat known as a"cat, " and far more likely to make a fortune for the future Lord Mayorthan a good mouser would be. CHAPTER VI. A CRADLE SONG OF THE FIRST CENTURY. Many authorities pronounce this lullaby to be of the earliest Christianera. Some believe that in times of yore the Virgin herself sang it tothe infant Jesus. "Sleep, O son, sleep, Thy mother sings to her firstborn; Sleep, O boy, sleep, Thy father cries out to his little child. Thousands of praises we sing to thee, A thousand thousand thousands. "Sleep, my heart and my throne, Sleep, thou joy of thy mother; Let a soothing, hushed lullaby Come murmuring to thy heavenly ears. Thousands of praises we sing to thee, A thousand thousand thousands. "May nothing be wanting to thee, With roses I will cover thee, With violet garlands I will entwine thee. Thy bed shall be among the hyacinthus, Thy cradle built up with the petals of white lilies. Thousands of praises we sing to thee, A thousand thousand thousands. "If thou wishest for music I will instantly call together the shepherds. None are before them, No mortal sings more holy songs. Thousands of praises we sing to thee, A thousand thousand thousands. " If aught be distinct in this early Christian lullaby, it is thatold-time ideas of "stars on high, " "the sky is full of sleep, " andother similar figures of mythical word-pictures are wanting. A mother'ssympathy and affection alone bind together the words of her song inillimitable praises--a thousand thousand thousands. Milton says-- "But see the Virgin blest Hath laid her babe to rest. " What a bright sanctified glory the child King brought to his babythrone. "Thee in all children, the eternal child. Thee to whom the wise men gave adoration, and the shepherds praise. " What countless hosts of child-bands are ever singing some dreamy lullabyof praise to their child King. In the pastoral district of Vallauria, in the heart of the LigurianAlps, within a day's journey from the orange groves of Mentone, ayearly festival takes place, when the children of the mountains sing astanza recalling the Virgin's song-- "If thou wishest for music I will instantly call together the shepherds. None are before them. " "Lo! the shepherd band draws nigh, Horns they play, Thee, their King, to glorify, Rest thee, my soul's delight. " No lyrics of the nursery have come down to us fashioned after thefirst-century song of the Virgin. The older types have survived, and insuch an unvarying mould have they been cast that there is in eachEuropean country's song the same old pagan imagery obstinately repeatingitself in spite of Christianity, so that the songs of the ChristianChurch became exclusively the hymns of her faithful people, the carolsof her festivals, and in the Middle Ages the libretto of her Churchmystery plays, setting forth her history and doctrines to the lowerorders. If one were to remove the obstacles of idiom and grammar in thepoetry of France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Switzerland, or even Russia, and expose the subject of the theme, a mere skeleton of past delusionswould remain. Long before modern European nations received this imagery of pastcredulities the poets of Greece and Rome had versified the same old-timebeliefs. Before Rome was founded the Etruscan race, who flourished inwhat is now modern Tuscany, had the Books of the Tages fashioned inrhythmical mould, from which their traditions, ordinances, and religiousteachings were drawn. They believed in genii as fervently as a Persian. Here is one Etruscan legend of the nursery, recalling "How the wondrous boy-Tages sprang out of the soil just previously turned over by the plough in the fields of Tarquinii, and communicated to Lucamones the doctrines of divination, by sacrifice, by flight of birds, and by observation of the lightning, a son of genius and grandson of Jupiter. "--_Cic. De Divin. _ ii. 23. It was the ancient tale of "Jack and the Beanstalk. " CHAPTER VII. JACK RHYMES. In the preceding chapter it was noted how the wondrous boy-Tages wasbelieved in by the ancients. "Jack and the Beanstalk, " our modern tale, though adapted to the present age, is the same legend, and known andtold in their own way by the Zulus in South Africa and by the Redskin ofNorth America, as well as to other isolated peoples. In these tales ofprimitive peoples the same wonderful miracle of the soil's fertilitytakes place, in the one case by the birth of the boy-Tages, in the otherby the marvellous growth of the twisting beanstalks which in one nightreach up--up--up to the land of the gods and giants. "Jack the GiantKiller, " a similar legend but from a Celtic source, was known in Francein the twelfth century, and at that period translated into Latin byGeoffrey of Monmouth. Both "Jack and the Beanstalk" and "Jack the GiantKiller" are found in the folk-lore tales of Scandinavia. ANOTHER JACK OF THE NURSERY CLASSICS sprang up into being after the wars of Parliament, when thepleasure-hating Puritan gained an ascendency in the land, and when thepastimes of all classes, but more especially those of the lower orderswho had been so happy and contented under the Tudor sovereigns, suffereda miserable suspension. They who were in authority longed to change therobe of revel for the shroud. Not only were theatres and public gardensclosed, but a war of bigotry was waged against May-poles, wakes, fairs, church music, fiddles, dancing, puppet shows, Whitsun ales--in short, everything wearing the attire of popular amusement and diversion. Therhyme recording Jack Horner's gloomy conduct was, in fact, a satire onPuritanical aversion to Christmas festivities. "Jack Horner was a pretty lad, near London he did dwell, His father's heart he made full glad, his mother loved him well. A pretty boy of curious wit, all people spoke his praise, And in a corner he would sit on Christmas Holy-days. When friends they did together meet to pass away the time, Why, little Jack, he sure would eat his Christmas pie in rhyme, And say, 'Jack Horner, in the corner, eats good Christmas pie, And with his thumb pulls out a plum, Saying, What a good boy am I. '" The copy of the history of Jack Horner, containing his witty pranks andthe tricks he played upon people from his youth to old age, is preservedin the Bodleian Library. There are a number of men and women who recall a time when the rhymes of"Jack Horner" and "Jack the Giant Killer" appeared finer than anythingin Shakespeare; but this much may be said for "Jack Horner, " thecavalier's song of derision at the straight-laced Puritan, that it soonlost its political signification, gradually becoming used as a mark ofrespect. "Thus few were like him far and nigh, When he to age was come, As being only fourteen inches high, A giant to Tom Thumb. " CHAPTER VIII. RIDDLE-MAKING. Riddle-making is not left alone by the purveyors of nursery yarns, though belonging to the mythologic state of thought. The Hindu calls thesun seven-horsed; so the German riddle asks-- "What is the chariot drawn by?" "Seven white and seven black horses. " The Greek riddle of the two sisters--Day and Night. Another one given by_Diog. Lært. _ i. 91, _Athenagoras_ x. 451, runs-- "One is father, twelve the children, and born to each other Maidens thirty, whose twain form is parted asunder, White to behold on the one side, black to behold on the other, All immortal in being, all doomed to dwindle and perish. "[H] "The year, months, and days. " * * * * * An interesting English rhyme says-- "Old mother needle had but one eye, A very long tail which she let fly, Every time she went through a gap She left a bit of her tail in the trap. " "Needle and sewing cotton. " * * * * * "Purple, yellow, red, and green, The king cannot reach, nor yet the queen, Nor can Old Noll, whose power's so great, Tell me this riddle while I count eight. " "A rainbow. " This nursery rhyme's date is fixed by the reference to Old Noll, theLord Protector. * * * * * "As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, And all the king's horses can't pull it up. " "A well. " * * * * * "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; Three score men, and three score more, Cannot make Humpty Dumpty as before again. " "An egg. " Or-- "And all the king's horses, and all the king's men, Couldn't put Humpty together again. " Plutarch says of Homer that he died of chagrin, being unable to solve ariddle. The Phœnix myth, once believed in by the Egyptian priests, is now, andhad even so long ago as in Herodotus' time, degenerated into a merechild-story of a bird, who lived, and died, and rose again from its ownashes. As a relic of a mysterious faith, this fabulous bird has comedown to us with diminished glory each century. Old Herodotus, the fatherof history, tells us that he saw it once--not the bird itself, but apainting of it--at Heliopolis, the City of the Sun, in Egypt. Even thisold Greek historian could not quite believe the current story in his dayconcerning this bird; that it was supposed to revisit the earth after afive-hundred-year sojourn in the land of gods was to him, at least, alittle strange. Pliny, the Roman, likewise gives a description of it. "Ihave been told, " he writes, "it was as big as an eagle, yellow incolour, glittering as gold about the neck, with a body-plumage of deepred-purple. Its tail is sky-blue, with some of the pennæ of a lightrose colour. The head is adorned with a crest and pinnacle beautiful tothe sight. " Another ancient retells the story somewhat different to both the Greekand Roman historians. Thus runs the Indian version. Bear in mind, however, before reading it, that, like the Second Stone Age people, itwas the habit of many races in India to cremate their dead:-- "A high funeral pyre is erected of dry wood, on which the body of thedead is laid, and in course of time after igniting the faggots thecorpse is consumed. While this cineration is going on vultures andcarrion fowl not infrequently pounce down upon the body, and tear awaypieces of flesh from the ghastly, smoking corpse. These charred parts ofthe body they carry away to their nests to feast upon at leisure. Butoftentimes dire results follow; the home of sun-dried sticks and litterignites, and the bird is seen by some of the superstitious peasantry torise up out of fire and smoke and disappear. " Then the Phœnix fable comes to mind, "It is the sun-god; he has thrownfire and consumed the nest, and the old bird, " and they hastily concludethat the bird they just now beheld flying away is a new one, and has, infact, arisen out of the ashes they witnessed falling from the branchesof the tall tree. The Phœnix in truth! The German child's rhyme, given by Grimm brothers, of "Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home, " is not out of place here. It evidences a state of mythologic thought. "Ladybird! ladybird! pretty one, stay! Come, sit on my finger, so happy and gay. Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home, Thy house is a-fire, thy children will roam. Then ladybird! ladybird! fly away home. Hark! hark! to thy children bewailing. " Yearly, as these harvest bugs, with their crimson or golden-colouredshields, appear in our country lanes, the village youngsters delight incapturing them, and play a game similar to the German child's. Theysing-- "Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children will roam, Excepting the youngest, and her name is Ann, And she has crept under the dripping-pan. " FOOTNOTES: [H] "εἱς ὁ πατήρ, παῖδες δὲ δυώδεκα· τῶν δέ γ' ἑκάστῳ παῖδες ἔασι τριήκοντ' ἄνδιχα εἶδος ἔχουσαι· Ἡι μὲν λευκαὶ ἔασιν ἰδειν· ἧ δ' αὖτε μέλαιναι Ἀθάνατοι δέ τ' ἐοῦσαι αποφθίνουσιν ἅπασαι. " CHAPTER IX. NURSERY CHARMS. To charm away the hiccup one must repeat these four lines thrice in onebreath, and a cure will be certain-- "When a twister twisting twists him a twist, For twisting a twist three twists he must twist; But if one of the twists untwists from the twist, The twist untwisting untwists all the twist. " AN ESSEX CHARM FOR A CHURN, 1650 A. D. "Come, butter, come; come, butter, come, Peter stands at the gate Waiting for his buttered cake; Come, butter, come. " * * * * * The late Sir Humphry Davy is said to have learnt this cure for crampwhen a boy-- "Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, ease us, I beg! The devil has tied a knot in my leg; Crosses three † † † we make to ease us, Two for the robbers and one for Jesus. " A CHARM AGAINST GHOSTS. "There are four corners at my bed, There are four angels there. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, God bless the bed that I lay on. " The Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John rhymes were well known in Essex inElizabeth's time. Ady, in his "Candle after dark, " 1655, mentions an oldwoman he knew, who had lived from Queen Mary's time, and who had beentaught by the priests in those days many Popish charms. The old woman, amongst other rhymes, repeated-- "Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, The bed be blest that I lay on. " This was to be repeated yearly, thrice on Twelfth Night, and it wouldact as a charm until the following year against evil spirits. In 1601 a charm in general esteem against lightning was a laurel leaf. "Reach the bays" (or laurel leaves), "and wear one. " "I'll tie a garland here about his head, 'Twill keep my boy from lightning. " Even Tiberius Cæsar wore a chaplet of laurel leaves about his neck. Pliny reported that "laurel leaves were never blasted by lightning. " MONEY RHYMES. "How a lass gave her lover three slips for a tester, And married another a week before Easter. " * * * * * "Little Mary Esther sat upon a tester, Eating curds and whey; There came a big spider, and sat down beside her, And frightened little Mary Esther away!" * * * * * "Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds, Baked in a pie. "When the pie was opened The birds began to sing, Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king? "The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money, The queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey. "The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes, Then came a little blackbird And snapped off her nose. " In Shakespeare's _Twelfth Night_ Sir Toby alludes to the "Sing a Song aSixpence, " Act II. , Sc. 3:-- "Come on, there is a sixpence for you; let's have a song. " In Beaumont and Fletcher's _Bonduca_ it is also quoted. * * * * * "There was an old man in a velvet coat, He kiss'd a maid and gave her a groat; The groat was cracked and would not go, Ah, old man, d'ye serve me so?" * * * * * "See-saw a penny a day, Tommy must have a new master. Why must he have but a penny a day? Because he can work no faster. " * * * * * "One a penny, two a penny, hot-cross buns, If your daughters do not like them give them to your sons; But if you should have none of these pretty little elves You cannot do much better if you eat them all yourselves. " Written about 1608:-- "There's never a maiden in the town but she knows that malt's come down; Malt's come down, malt's come down from an old angel to a French crown. The greatest drunkards in the town are very, very glad that malt's come down. " In New York the children have a common saying when making a swop orchange of one toy for another, and no bargain is supposed to beconcluded between boys and girls unless they interlock fingers--thelittle finger on the right hand--and repeat the following doggerel:-- "Pinky, pinky bow-bell, Whoever tells a lie Will sink down to the bad place, And never rise up again. " NUMERICAL NURSERY RHYME. "One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, shut the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, who will delve? Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, my stomach's empty. " BAKER'S MAN. "Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man. Yes, I will, master, as fast as I can. Prick it and prick it, and mark it with B, And toss it in the oven for baby and me. " CHAPTER X. SCRAPS. "Oh, slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight; Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright. The hills and the dales and the towers which you see, They all shall belong, my dear baby, to thee. " * * * * * "Bye, baby bumpkin, where's Tony Lumpkin? My lady's on her death-bed, with eating half a pumpkin. " * * * * * "Nose, nose, jolly red nose. And who gave thee this jolly red nose? Cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red nose. " * * * * * Story-telling in the Reformation period was so prevalent that thewonderful tales were satirised in the following rhyme, dated 1588:-- "I saw a man in the moon. Fie, man, fie. I saw a hare chase a hound. Fie, man, fie. Twenty miles above the ground. Fie, man, fie. Who's the fool now?" "I saw a goose ring a hog, And a snail bite a dog! I saw a mouse catch a cat, And a cheese eat a rat. Fie, man, fie. Who's the fool now?" * * * * * A Henry VIII. Rhyme:-- "My pretty little one, my pretty honey one, She is a jolly one, and as gentle as can be; With a beck she comes anon, With a wink and she is gone. " * * * * * "Peg, Peg, with a wooden leg, Her father was a miller; He tossed a dumpling at her head, And swore that he would kill her. " * * * * * "Round about, round about Maggotty pie (magpie), My father loves good ale, And so do I. " * * * * * "Old father long-legs will not say his prayers, Take him by the left leg and throw him downstairs. " * * * * * "Half a pound of twopenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, Stir it up and make it nice, Pop goes the weasel. " * * * * * In 1754 mothers used to say to their children-- "Come when you're called, Do what you're bid, Shut the door after you, Never be chid. " A GAME. "A great big wide-mouth waddling frog, Two pudding ends would choke a dog. " * * * * * "Little Nanny Natty Coat Has a white petticoat, The longer she lives The shorter she grows. " _Answer_--A candle. * * * * * "As I was going down Sandy Lane I met a man who had seven wives; eachwife had a bag, each bag held a cat, each cat a kit. Now riddle-me-ree, how many were going down Sandy Lane?" _Answer_--One going down; the others were going up. * * * * * "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed. " * * * * * "Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round, A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round; Round rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round. " * * * * * "Little General Monk Sat upon a trunk Eating a crust of bread; There fell a hot coal And burnt into his clothes a hole, Now little General Monk is dead. Keep always from the fire, If it catch your attire You too, like General Monk, will be dead. " MORE FRAGMENTS. "With hartshorn in his hand Came Doctor Tom-tit, Saying, 'Really, good sirs, It's only a fit. '" * * * * * "Cowardly, cowardly custard, Eats his mother's mustard. " * * * * * "Tommy Trot, a man of law, Sold his bed and lay on straw, Sold the straw and slept on grass To buy his wife a looking-glass. " * * * * * "Goosey, goosey, gander, Whither shall I wander, Upstairs, downstairs, In my lady's chamber?" * * * * * "Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, Come here and be killed. " A nursery-tale rhyme of Henry VIII. 's time:-- "The white dove sat on the castell wall, I bend my bow and shoote her I shall; I put hir in my cloue, both fethers and all; I layd my bridle on the shelfe. If you will any more sing it yourself. " * * * * * "This little pig went to market, This one stayed at home, This one had a sugar-stick, This one had none, And this one cried out wee, wee, wee, I'll tell my mother when I get home. " * * * * * "Little Bo Peep she lost her sheep, And could not tell where to find them; Let them alone and they'll come home, Carrying their tails behind them. " * * * * * "See-saw, Margery Daw, sold her bed and lay in the straw; Was not she a dirty slut to sell her bed and lie in the dirt?" * * * * * "Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them dare not touch her tail; She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now. " * * * * * "I had a little moppet, I put it in my pocket, And fed it on corn and hay, There came a proud beggar And swore he would wed her, and stole my little moppet away. " * * * * * "Hub-a-dub dub, Three men in a tub, The butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker, They all jumped out of a rotten potato. " * * * * * "Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his stockings on; One shoe off, one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John. " * * * * * "Jack and Jyll went up the hill To fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jyll came tumbling after. " * * * * * "Hi diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon, The little dog laughed to see such fine sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. " * * * * * "Baa! baa! black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full, One for the master, another for the maid, And one for the little child that cried in the lane. " * * * * * "Here comes a poor duke out of Spain, He comes to court your daughter Jane. " * * * * * "Ride to the market to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggerty-jig. Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggerty-jog. " * * * * * "Cross-patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup and drink it up, And call your neighbours in. " * * * * * "The man of the _South_[I] he burnt his mouth By eating cold plum porridge, The man in the moon came down too soon To ask the way to Norwich. " A LANCASHIRE FRAGMENT. "Dance a babby diddy, What'll th' mammy do wi' thee? Come sit on her lap, theart rosy and fat, Dance a babby diddy. " * * * * * "Dickery, dickery, dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Dickery, dickery, dock. The clock struck three, The mouse ran away, Dickery, dickery, dock. The clock struck ten, The mouse came again, Dickery, dickery, dock. " * * * * * "There was an old woman toss'd up in a blanket Ninety-nine times as high as the moon, But where she was going no mortal could tell, For under her arm she carried a broom. 'Old woman, old woman, old woman, ' said I, 'Whither, ah! whither, whither so high?' 'Oh, I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky, And I'll be with you by-and-by!'" The wildest idea is suggested by the rhyme of-- "We're all in the dumps, for diamonds are trumps, And the kittens are gone to St. Paul's; All the babies are bit, and the moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls. " The economy of the little boy who lived all alone is seen in-- "When I was a little boy I lived by myself, All the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf. " * * * * * "Draw a pail of water For my lady's daughter, My father's a king and my mother's a queen, My two little sisters are dressed up in green. " The baby game of tickling the palm of the hand will be remembered in-- "Round about, round about, runs the little hare, First it runs that way, then it runs up there. " A PROVERB. "Needles and pins, needles and pins, When you get married your trouble begins; Trouble begins, trouble begins, When you get married your trouble begins. " A COMPLIMENT. "The rose is red, the violet's blue, Pinks are sweet, and so are you. " THE REVERSE. "The rose is red, the violet's blue, The grass is green, and so are you. " * * * * * "Little Tommy Tupper, waiting for his supper, What must he have? Some brown bread and butter. " FOOTNOTES: [I] _South Devon. _ CHAPTER XI. SONGS. "WILL THE LOVE THAT YOU'RE SO RICH IN. " "There was a little man and he woo'd a little maid, And he said, 'Little maid, will you wed--wed--wed? I have little more to say than will you--Yea or Nay? For the least said is soonest mended--ded--ded--ded. ' "The little maid replied, some say a little sighed, 'But what shall we have for to eat--eat--eat? Will the love that you're so rich in Make a fire in the kitchen, Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?'" * * * * * "Cock-a-doodle doo, my dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling stick and doesn't know what to do. Cock-a-doodle doo, what is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling stick she'll dance without her shoe. "Cock-a-doodle doo, my dame has found her shoe, and master's found his fiddling stick. Sing doodle, doodle doo--Cock-a-doodle doo, My dame will dance with you, While master fiddles his fiddling stick For dame and doodle doo. " The third-century monarch, King Cole, is seriously libelled in thenursery jingle of-- "Old King Cole was a merry old soul, A merry old soul was he, He called for his glass, he called for his pipe, He called for his fiddlers three. " * * * * * "Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out, My little Dame Trot is not at home! Oh my! But I'll saddle my cock and bridle my hen, And fetch my little dame home again! Home again! Home she came, tritty-ti-trot, She asked for some dinner she left in the pot; Some she ate and some she shod, And the rest she gave to the truckler's dog. She took up the ladle and knocked its head, And now poor dapsy dog is dead!" * * * * * "There was a little man and he had a little gun, And his bullets they were made of lead, He went to the brook and shot a little duck Right through its head, head, head. "He took it home to his wife Joan And bade her a good fire to make, While he went to the brook where he shot the little duck To see if he could shoot the little drake. "The drake was a-swimming With its curly tail, The little man made it his mark, He let off his gun But fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack. " The Creole's slave-song to her infant is built on the same lines, andruns-- "If you were a little bird And myself a gun, I would shoot you. Bum! Bum! Bum! "Oh! my precious little jewel Of mahogany, I love you As a hog loves mud. " * * * * * "Some say the devil's dead, And buried in cold harbour; Some say he's alive again, And 'prenticed to a barber. " * * * * * "I had a little pony, his name was Dapple Grey; I lent him to a lady, to ride a mile away. She whipped him and she lashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all that lady's hire. " * * * * * "Little Blue Betty, she lived in a den, She sold good ale to gentlemen. Gentlemen came every day, And little Blue Betty she skipped away. She hopped upstairs to make her bed, But tumbled down and broke her head. " TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON. "Tom, he was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young; But the only tune that he could play Was 'Over the hills and far away. ' Over the hills and a great way off, And the wind will blow my top-knot off. "Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise That he pleased both the girls and boys, And they stopped to hear him play 'Over the hills and far away. ' "Tom on his pipe did play with such skill That those who heard him could never keep still; Whenever they heard him they began to dance, Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance. "As Dolly was milking the cows one day Tom took out his pipe and began to play; So Doll and the cows danced the Cheshire cheese round, Till the pail was broke and the milk spilt on the ground. "He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs, He used his pipe, she used her legs. She danced, he piped, the eggs were all broke; Dame Trot began to fret, Tom laughed at his joke. "He saw a cross fellow beating an ass Laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass; Tom took out his pipe and played a tune, And the jackass's load was lightened full soon. " "OH DEAR, WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?" "Oh dear, what can the matter be? Oh dear, what can the matter be? Oh dear, what can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. " SIMPLE SIMON. "Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale, All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail. "Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle, He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle. "Simple Simon went to town To buy a piece of meat, He tied it to his horse's tail To keep it clean and sweet. " "I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING. " "I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And it was filled with pretty things For baby and for me. There were raisins in the cabin, Sugar kisses in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold. Gold--gold--gold! The masts were made of gold. "There were four-and-twenty sailors A-sitting on the deck, And these were little white mice, With rings around their neck. The captain was a duck, With a jacket on his back, And when the ship began to sail The captain cried 'Quack! quack!' Quack!--quack!--quack! The captain cried 'Quack! quack!'" DAVID THE WELSHMAN. "Taffy was a wicked Welshman, Taffy was a wicked thief, Taffy came to my house And stole a piece of beef. I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I got the poker And hit him on the head. " Sung in derision along the Welsh borders on St. David's Day. Formerly itwas the custom of the London mob on this day to dress up a guy andcarry him round the principal thoroughfares. The ragged urchinsfollowing sang the rhyme of "Taffy was a wicked Welshman. " "MY FATHER HE DIED. " The historical value of nursery rhymes is incapable of being betterillustrated than in the following old English doggerel:-- "My father he died, I cannot tell how, He left me six horses to drive out my plough, With a wimmy lo! wommy lo! Jack Straw, blazey boys. Wimmy lo! wimmy lo! wob, wob, wob. " Mr. Halliwell dates it as of Richard II. 's time, and this much may besaid for this opinion, that there is no greater authority than he on thesubject of early English rhymes and carols. Mr. Halliwell also believesthat of British nursery rhymes it is the earliest extant. There arethose, however, who dissent from this view, holding that many of thechild's songs sung to-day were known to our Saxon forefathers. In 1835Mr. Gowler, who wrote extensively on the archæology of English phrasesand nursery rhymes, ingeniously attempted to claim whole songs andtales, giving side by side the Saxon and the English versions. Therecertainly was a phonetic similarity between them, but the local value ofthe Saxon, when translated, reads in a strange way, being little morethan a protest against the Church's teaching and influence. "Who killed Cock Robin?" is given at length by Mr. Gowler, as well asmany scraps of other nursery rhymes. Mr. Gowler seemed to claim thatthough the lettered language of each succeeding age fashions afresh, theBaby Kingdom knows no such vocal revolutions. CHAPTER XII. SCOTCH RHYMES. The great and alluring exercise of "Through the needle-e'e, boys" hasthis immemorial rhyme:-- "As I went up the Brandy Hill I met my father wi' gude will; He had jewels, he had rings, He had many braw things, He'd a cat-and-nine-tails, He'd a hammer wantin' nails. Up Jock, down Tam, Blaw the bellows, auld man, Through the needle-e'e, boys! Brother Jock, if ye were mine, I would give you claret wine; Claret wine's gude and fine, Through the needle-e'e, boys!" THE SCOTCH VERSION OF BRYAN O'LYNN. "Tam o' the Lin and a' his bairns Fell n' i' the fire in other's arms! Oh, quo' the bunemost, I ha'e a het skin!! It's hetter below, quo' Tam o' the Lin. " * * * * * "Cripple Dick upon a stick, Sand your soo, ride away To Galloway To buy a pound o' woo. " * * * * * "Pan, pan, play, Pan, pan, play, And gi'e the bairn meal, It's gotten nane the day. " * * * * * "The robin and the wren Are God's cock and hen. " * * * * * "Gi'e a thing, tak' a thing, Auld man's deid ring; Lie butt, lie ben, Lie amang the dead men. " The above is said by Scotch children as a reproach to one who takesback what he gave. A GRUESOME RIDDLE. "I sat wi' my love and I drank wi' my love, And my love she gave me licht; I'll gi'e any mon a pint o' wine That'll read my riddle right. " A person sitting in a chair made of the bones of a relation, drinkingout of the skull, and reading by the light of a candle made from themarrow-bones. * * * * * Street game rhyme, something like the well-known "How many miles toWimbledon?":-- "King and Queen of Cantelon, How many miles to Babylon? It's eight and eight and other eight, Try to win these wi' 'candle licht. '" To discover a particular person in the company wearing a ring, Scotchchildren of last century used to say-- "Two before 1, and 3 before 5, Now 2, and then 2, and 4 come _belive_. Now 1, and then 1, and 3 at a cast, Now 1, and _twise_ 2, and Jack up at last. " In the game of Hidee the laddies and lassies cry-- "Keep in, keep in, where'ver ye be, The greedy gled's seekin' ye. " "WHA'S YOUR DADDIE?" "Little wee laddie, Wha's your daddie? I cam out o' a buskit, lady, A buskit, lady's owre fine; I cam out o' a bottle o' wine, A bottle o' wine's owre dear; I cam out o' a bottle o' beer, A bottle o' beer's owre thick; I cam out o' a gauger's stick, A gauger's stick's butt and ben; I cam out o' a peacock hen. " In Lancashire, where this rhyme is a popular one, the reading differs, "candlestick" being used for "gauger's stick. " "A candlestick is over-fat, I came out of a gentleman's hat; A gentleman's hat is over-tall, I came over the garden wall; The garden wall is over-high, An angel dropped me from the sky. " The Scotch "Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe" is a sad jumble of "OldMother Hubbard" and "Little Blue Betty. " "There was a wee bit wifie Who lived in a shoe, She had so many bairns She kenn'd na what to do. "She gaed to the market To buy a sheep's head, When she came back They were a' lying dead. "She went to the wright To get them a coffin, When she came back They were a' lying laughin'. "She gaed up the stair To ring the bell, The bell-rope broke, And down she fell. " "THE MOON IS A LADY. " "The moon is a lady who reigns in the sky As queen of the kingdom of night; The stars are her army she leads forth on high As bright little soldiers of light. "Her captains are Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars, Three glittering warriors bold; And the Milky Way's studded with forces of stars In numbers that cannot be told. "When Aurora comes up through the Orient gate, And chanticleer crows to the sun, The moon will retire, and the stars in her wake Will follow their queen every one. " R. A. FOSTER. [J] FOOTNOTES: [J] When I asked my friend, Robert Adams Foster, whose _Boy Ballads_ arebeing read with unusual interest in Scotland, to write a Scotch lullaby, he sent me the above verses. CHAPTER XIII. A FAVOURITE NURSERY HYMN. Known to the rustics of England, France, and Italy since the days of thegreat Charlemagne, has a peculiar history. Like many other rhymes ofyore it is fast dying out of memory. The educational influences of theNational Schools in the former part of this century, and the BoardSchools at a later date, have killed this little suppliant's prayer, aswell as most of the other rural rhymes and folk-lore tales handed downby mother to child. The hymn, though still used in some parts of Northern England, andespecially amongst the Nonconformists, as a child's evening ode ofpraise, runs-- "Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon this little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to Thee. " The next verse, a more modern addition, is-- "Fain I would to Thee be brought, Lamb of God, forbid it not; In the kingdom of Thy grace Give this little child a place. " Leo III. Is the supposed author of the book in which it is found, viz. , _Enchiridion Leonis Papae_. However, the _Enchiridion_ was a book ofmagic, and not authorised by the Church of Rome, but used by spuriousmonks and charlatans, wizards and quacks, in their exploits amongst thecredulous rural folk. It was full of charms, prayers, and rhymes to wardoff evil spirits. The Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John verses are part ofthe same "Gentle Jesus, meek and mild. " The _Enchiridion_ was firstpublished in 1532. This hymn was, in the main, derived from the WhitePaternoster, and handed down to posterity and preserved by the rustics. THE LATIN VERSION OF THE VIRGIN'S LULLABY. "Dormi fili, dormi! mater Cantat unigenito, Dormi, puer, dormi! pater Nato clamat parvulo: Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. "Dormi cor, et meus thronus, Dormi matris jubilum; Aurium cœlestis sonus. Et suave sibilum! Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. "Ne quid desit, sternam rosis Sternam fœnum violis, Pavimentum hyacinthis Et praesepe liliis Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. "Si vis musicam, pastores Convocabo protinus Illis nulli sunt priores; Nemo canit castius Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. " CHAPTER XIV. "THERE WAS A MAID CAME OUT OF KENT. " "There was a maid came out of Kent, Dangerous be, dangerous be; There was a maid came out of Kent, Fayre, propre, small, and gent As ever upon the ground went, For so should it be. " Of authentic currency in Mary's time. * * * * * "Martin Smart and his man, fodledum, fodledum; Martin Smart and his man, fodledum, bell. " Same date. * * * * * "I see the moon, and the moon sees me; God bless the moon, and God bless me. " Child's saying. * * * * * "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, I let her go again. " Counting-out rhyme. * * * * * "Great | A was a | larm'd at | B's bad be | haviour, Be | cause C | D, E, F de | nied G a | favour; H had a | husband with | I, J, | K and L; M married | Mary, and | taught | her scholars | how to spell A B C, D E F G, H I J K L M, N O P Q, R S T U, V W X Y Z, Z, Z. " * * * * * "Hush-a-by, baby, on a green bock (Saxon for bough); When the wind blows the cradle will rock. " A NURSERY TALE. "I saddled my sow with a sieve of butter-milk, put my foot into thestirrup, and leaped up nine miles beyond the moon into the land oftemperance, where there was nothing but hammers and hatchets andcandlesticks, and there lay bleeding Old Noll. I let him lie and sentfor Old Hipper Noll, and asked him if he could grind green steel fivetimes finer than wheat flour. He said he could not. Gregory's wife wasup a pear tree gathering nine corns of buttered beans to pay St. James'srent. St. James was in a meadow mowing oat cakes; he heard a noise, hunghis scythe to his heels, stumbled at the battledore, tumbled over thebarn door ridge, and broke his shins against a bag of moonshine thatstood behind the stairs-foot door; and if that isn't true, you know aswell as I all about it. " * * * * * "A duck, a drake, a barley cake, A penny to pay the baker; A hop, a scotch, another notch-- Slitherum, slitherum, take her. " A verse repeated when playing at skimming shells or stones on the waterof a pond or lake. * * * * * "Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town. There are some in rags, There are some in tags, And one in a velvet gown. " * * * * * "Bow-wow-wow, Whose dog art thou? I'm Tommy Tucker's dog, Bow-wow-wow!" Pope wrote an epigram which he had engraved on the collar of a dog, andgave it to H. R. H. :-- "I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?" A B C JINGLES. "A was an Archer that shot at a frog, B was a Butcher--he had a big dog, C was a Captain all covered with lace, D was a Dunce with a very long face. " "A was an apple pie; B bit it, C cut it, D danced for it, E eat it, F fought for it, G got it, H hid it, " etc. Etc. A CATCH RHYME. "Tottle 'em, bottle 'em, bother aboo, Who can count from one to two?" "I can, I can!" "Do, do. " "One and two----" "See, calf, see, That's not two, but three, three. " "Three or two's all one to me. " CHAPTER XV. BELL RHYMES. The jingle of the bells in nursery poetry is certainly the prettiest ofall the features in the poetical fictions of Baby-land. The oft-repeated rhyme of-- "Ride a cock-horse to _Banbury Cross_, [K] To see a _fair_[L] lady upon a white horse; _Bells_[M] on her fingers and bells on her toes, She will have music wherever she goes, " has a charm with every child. The ride of my Lady of Godiva is fancifully suggested by the Coventryversion. * * * * * "Bell horses, bell horses, what time of day? One o'clock, two o'clock, three and away. " * * * * * "_Gay go up and gay go down_ To ring the bells of London town. "Bull's-eyes and targets, say the bells of St. Marg'-ret's; Brick-bats and tiles, chime the bells of St. Giles'; Halfpence and farthings, ring the bells of St. Martin's; Oranges and lemons, toll the bells of St. Clement's; Pancakes and fritters, say the bells of St. Peter's; Two sticks and an apple, say the bells of Whitechapel; Old Father Baldpate, toll the slow bells of Aldgate; You owe me ten shillings, say the bells of St. Helen's; When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey; When I grow rich, chime the bells of Shoreditch; Pray when will that be? ask the bells of Stepney; I'm sure I don't know, tolled the big bell at _Bow_. "Gay go up and gay go down To ring the bells of London town. " This almost forgotten nursery song and game of "The Bells of LondonTown" has a descriptive burden or ending to each line, giving animitation of the sounds of the bell-peals of the principal churches ineach locality of the City and the old London suburbs. The game is playedby girls and boys holding hands and racing round sideways, as they do in"Ring a Ring a Rosies, " after each line has been sung as a solo by thechildren in turns. The "Gay go up and gay go down To ring the bells of London town" is chorussed by all the company, and then the rollicking dance begins;the feet stamping out a noisy but enjoyable accompaniment to the words, "Gay go up, gay go down. " The intonation of the little vocal bell-ringers alters with each line, "Pancakes and fritters, say the bells of St. Peter's, " being sung to a quick tune and in a high key; "Old Father Baldpate, toll the slow bells of Aldgate, " suggesting a very slow movement and a deep, low tone. The round singing of the ancients, of which this game is a fittingillustration, is probably a relic of Celtic festivity. The burden of asong, chorussed by the entire company, followed the stanza sung by thevocalist, and this soloist, having finished, had licence to appoint thenext singer, "canere ad myrtum, " by handing him the myrtle branch. Atall events round singing was anciently so performed by the Druids, theBardic custom of the men of the wand. * * * * * In Lancashire-- "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With cockle shells and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row, " is one of the songs the cottage mother sings to her child. The Provençal-- "Ding dong, ding dong, Ring the bells of St. John's. Now they are saying prayers. Why ring so high? 'Tis the little children in the sky!" * * * * * "Maids in white aprons, say the bells of St. Catherine's. " * * * * * Every locality furnishes examples of bell rhymes. Selling the churchbells of Hutton, in Lincolnshire, gave rise to this satire of thechildren-- "The poor Hutton people Sold their bells to mend the steeple. Ah! wicked people, To sell their bells To build the steeple. " In 1793 Newington Church, London, was pulled down, the bells sold, andthe sacred edifice rebuilt without a belfry. The children of theneighbouring parishes soon afterwards jeered at the Newingtonians. "Pious parson" (they sang), "pious people, Sold their bells to build a steeple. A very fine trick of the Newington people To sell their bells and build no steeple. " In Derbyshire a large number of the churches have bells with peculiarpeals-- "Crich has two roller-boulders, Wingfield ting-tangs, Alfreton kettles, And Pentrich pans. Kirk-Hallan candlesticks, Corsall cow-bells, Denby cracked puncheons, And Horsley merry bells. " The bells of Bow Church ringing out the invitation to Dick Whittingtonto return to his master's house should not be forgotten-- "Turn again, Whit-ting-ton, Lord-Mayor-of London. " In New York, U. S. A. , the little school urchins sing a bell rhyme of-- "Hark, the merry bells from Trinity Charm the ear with their musical din, Telling all throughout the vicinity Holy-day gambols are now to begin. " FOOTNOTES: [K] Or Coventry Cross. [L] Fine. [M] Rings. CHAPTER XVI. POLITICAL SIGNIFICATIONS OF NURSERY RHYMES. In 1660, when the Restoration of Charles II. Took place, the greatprocession of State to St. Paul's Cathedral called forth this rhyme:-- "Come, Jack, let's drink a pot of ale, And I shall tell thee such a tale Will make thine ears to ring. My coin is spent, my time is lost, And I this only fruit can boast, That once I saw my king!" A Roundhead sneer at the man in the street, after the Royalistrejoicings were over. In a copy of rhyming proverbs in the British Museum, written about theyear 1680, occurs the following Puritan satire on Charles II. 'schangeability:-- "A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It's like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at your door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You're dead, you're dead, and dead indeed. " Among Marvel's works (vol. I. Pp. 434-5) a witty representation of theking's style of speech is given with the _jeu d'esprit_ sodistinctively peculiar to Marvel:-- "My proclamation is the true picture of my mind. Some may perhaps be startled and cry, 'How comes this sudden change?' To which I answer, 'I am a changeling, and that's sufficient, I think. But, to convince men further that I mean what I say, these are the arguments. First, I tell you so, and you know I never break my word; secondly, my Lord Treasurer says so, and he never told a lie in his life; thirdly, my Lord Lauderdale will undertake it for me. I should be loath by any act of mine he should forfeit the credit he has with you. '" In England Charles gave his Royal Indulgence to Dissenters, and grantedthem full liberty of conscience. They who had been horribly plunderedand ill-treated now built meeting-houses, and thronged to them inpublic. Shaftesbury, who afterwards became a Papist, exclaimed, "Let usbless God and the king that our religion is safe, that parliaments aresafe, that our properties and liberties are safe. What more hath a goodEnglishman to ask, but that the king may long reign, and that thistriple alliance of king, parliament, and the people may never bedissolved?" But Charles had a standing army in Scotland, with the Dukeof Lauderdale as Lord High Commissioner, and all classes of people inthat country were obliged to depose on oath their knowledge of personsworshipping as Dissenters, on penalty of fine, imprisonment, banishment, transportation, and of being sold as slaves. Persecutions of formertimes were surpassed, the thumbscrew and the boot were used as mildpunishments, the rack dislocated the limbs of those who respectedconscience, and the stake consumed their bodies to ashes. Villagers weredriven to the mountains, and eighteen thousand Dissenters perished, notcounting those who were accused of rebellion. He was "a man of words, "and the rhyme of this period depicts his whole character. * * * * * Two of the courtezans of Charles II. 's time were Lucy Locket and KittyFisher. The following rhyme suggests that Kitty Fisher supplanted LucyLocket in Charles' fickle esteem-- "Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; Nothing in it, nothing in it, But the binding round it. " On his death-bed the monarch commended the Duchesses of Cleveland andPortsmouth to his successor, and said to James, "Do not let poor Nelly(Nell Gwynne) starve!" Even their pockets were as badly lined as LucyLocket's. The hatred of the Roman Catholic religion "had become, " said Macaulay, "one of the ruling passions of the community, and was as strong in theignorant and profane as in those who were Protestants from conviction. "Charles II. Was suspected by many of leaning towards the Roman Catholicreligion. His brother, and heir presumptive, was discovered to be abigoted Catholic, and in defiance to the remonstrances of the House ofCommons had married another papist--Mary of Modena. The common people apprehended a return of the times of her whom theyunreasonably called Bloody Mary. Sons of this marriage, they feared, meant a long succession of princes and kings hostile to the Protestantfaith and government by the people. In 1689, when William of Orangebecame king in James II. 's place, a political squib went off in thestyle of a nursery lullaby, entitled "Father Peter's policy discovered;or, the Prince of Wales proved a Popish Perkin"-- "In Rome there is a fearful rout, And what do you think it's all about? Because the birth of the Babe's come out! Sing, Lalla by babee, by, by, by. " The Douce MS. Contains-- "See-saw, sack a day, Monmouth is a pretie boy, Richmond is another; Grafton is my onely joy, and why should I these three destroy To please a pious brother?" At the beginning of this present century the renowned Pastorinicontributed his share to simple rhyming. A writer in the _MorningChronicle_ of that period points out Pastorini as being no less apersonage than the Right Rev. Charles Walmesley, D. D. , a Roman Catholicprelate, whose false prophecies under the name of Pastorini wereintended to bring about the events they pretended to foretell--thedestruction of the Irish Protestants in 1825. Just previous to this yearevery bush and bramble in Ireland had this remarkable couplet affixed toit-- "In the year eighteen hundred and twenty-five There shall not be a Protestant left alive. " In 1835, when the efforts of the Whig Ministry to despoil the IrishChurch proved so strong, a writer in the Press caricatured Lord Grey, Lyttleton, Dan O'Connell, and Lord Brougham in the following nurseryrhymes. The attempt was ingenious, but only of small value as showingthe rhymes to be the popular ones of that day. "There was an old woman, as I've heard tell, She went to the market her eggs to sell. " And-- "Robbin, a bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, He ate more meat than threescore men; He eat a cow, he eat a calf, He eat a butcher and a half; He eat a church, he eat a steeple, He eat the priest and all the people. " The other rhymes were-- "There was an old woman went up in a basket Ninety-nine times as high as the moon, Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a Brougham! Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I, Why are you going up so high? To sweep the cobwebs off the sky, But I'll be with you by-and-by. " * * * * * "Old Mother Bunch, shall we visit the moon? Come, mount on your broom, I'll stride on the spoon; Then hey to go, we shall be there soon!" This rhyme was sung at the time in derision to Earl Grey's and LordBrougham's aerial, vapoury projects of setting the Church's house inorder. "Lord Grey, " said the satire-monger, "provided the cupboards and lardersfor himself and relatives. He was a paradoxical 'old woman' who couldnever keep quiet. " "There was an old woman, and what do you think, She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old woman could never keep quiet. " As a prototype of reform this old woman was further caricatured asMadame Reform. The going "up in a basket ninety-nine times as high as the moon"referred to Lord Grey's command to the English bishops to speedily settheir house in order. The ascent was flighty enough, "ninety-nine timesas high as the moon, to sweep the cobwebs off the sky"--in other words, to set the Church, our cathedrals and bishops' palaces in order--andaugured well; but this old woman journeyed not alone, in her hand shecarried a broom (Brougham). It may have been a case of ultra-lunacy thisjourney of ninety-nine times as high as the moon, and "one cannot helpthinking, " said a writer of that period, "of the song, 'Long life to theMoon'; but this saying became common, 'If that time goes the coach, praywhat time goes the basket?'" The "Robbin, a bobbin, the big-bellied Ben" parody alluded to DanO'Connell; the butcher and a half to the Northamptonshire man and hisdriver; eating "church" and "steeple" meant Church cess. O'Connell certainly did cut the Church measure about. In his curtailmenthe would not leave a room or a church for Irish Protestants to pray in. "Little dog" refers to Lyttleton in the nursery rhyme, for when theunder-trafficing came to light, Lord Grey, it is said, was so bewilderedat his position that he doubted his own identity, and exclaimed-- "If I be I, as I suppose I be, Well, I've a 'Little dog, ' and he'll know me!" FINIS Transcriber's Endnote: The following amendments have been made to the original text: P. 96. _But the stick would not. _ has been added as line 6 of the poem beginning "There was an old woman swept her house . .. "