Her merry songs she sings ;The tear-drops dim her pretty eyes, Her lily hands she wrings. ^ And art thou gone, sweet Benjamin ? Ah ! whither hast thou fled ?My spelling-book has charms no more; I would that I were dead! But soon her bitter moan she ceased; She viewed her doughty knight,Delayed not… … THE COW HARASSES BENJAMIN. Upon the summit of a wall He sits, and dares not flee;The awful beast its sprang^linc: horns Doth brandish frightfully. [The cow, made of pasteboai-d, should befastened to a broom-handle, and poked infrom one side. The smaller the cow thebetter. Oh, Mary Jane ! he cried,…
Drama · Amusements
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