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It  began  at  the  point  where  his  eyes  met  his  nose,
                               And  ran  through  his  backbone  quite  dowr.  tc  his  toes.
                               Astonished,  he  stopped  for  an  instant his  wail,
                               And  when  to  renew  it lie tried— ah,  sad  tale!
                               Alas,  how  call  1  tell
                               Of  the fate  that  befell ?

                               This  poor  little  boy  found  he’d  cried  himself  dry.
                               Mot a  tear  could  he  squeeze from  liis  dear  little eye;
                               Though  he struggled  his  hardest,  ’tv,’as  useless  to  try.
                               Vain— all  vain !
                               And an  unsatisfactory  cry
                               Is  the one where you  haven’t  a tear  in  your eye!

                               Boys, he  warned  by  his fate.
                               Before  Jtis  too  late.
                               Don’t  cry  for  .small  matters,
                               Slight  bruises  and hatters;
                               Or,  indeed,  who  can  say,
                               It  might  happen  some  day,
                               When  some  weighty  occasion  for  crying should  rise,
                               Y ou ’d be  left  like  young Jones,  with  no tears in  your eyes'
                                                                       E va  L o v ett  C arsow.

                                                      o u r  noa.

                                            [Written  expressly lot tills volume.]
                                            a v e   you  a  dog— a  frisky  clog,
                                       H         A   dog  that  runs and  plays,

                                               With  laughter  in  his  roguish  eyes,
                                         And  lively,  cunning  ways ?
                                       Cross  dogs  have  never  any  friends,
                                         They  snap  and  growl  and  fight,
                                       They  frighten  people all  the  day,
                                         And  then  bar];  all  the  night.
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