SWEETS

FOR

LEISURE HOURS.

EMBELLISHED WITH

SIXTEEN NEATLY COLOURED ENGRAVINGS.

LONDON:

PRINTED AND SOLD BY

DEAN AND MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET.

Price Six-pence.

THE FROZEN BIRD.

See, see, what a sweet little prize I have found!
A Robin that lay half-benumbed on the ground:
Well hous’d and well fed, in your cage you will sing,
And make our dull winter as gay as the spring.
But stay,—sure ’tis cruel, with wings made to soar,
To be shut up in prison, and never fly more—
And I, who so often have long’d for a flight,
Shall I keep you prisoner?—mamma, is that right?
No, come, pretty Robin, I must set you free—
For your whistle, though sweet, would sound sadly to me.

MAMMA AND THE BABY.

What a little thing am I!
Hardly higher than the table;
I can eat, and play, and cry,
But to work I am not able.

Nothing in the world I know,
But mamma will try and show me;
Sweet mamma, I love her so,
She’s so very kind unto me.

And she sets me on her knee
Very often for some kisses:
O! how good I’ll try to be,
To such a dear mamma as this is!

THE DUTIFUL SON.

Poor Susan was old and too feeble to spin,
Her forehead was wrinkled, her hands they were thin;
And she must have starv’d, as so many have done,
If she had not been bless’d with