merry songs she sings;The tear-drops dim her pretty eyes, Her lily hands she wrings. V *— 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 sprangling horns Doth brandish frightfully. [The cow, made of pasteboard, should befastened to a broom-handle, and poked infrom one side. The smaller the cow thebetter. Oh, Mary Jane ! he cried, if…
Children's plays · Amusements
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