Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCVII. Natural History.

    I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
    I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
    I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
    He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
    I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
    He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
    I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
    He came up again and said there was none there.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLIV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. LX. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCIII. Games.

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