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قراءة كتاب Think Before You Speak; Or, The Three Wishes

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Think Before You Speak; Or, The Three Wishes

Think Before You Speak; Or, The Three Wishes

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THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK:
OR, THE
THREE WISHES.

A TALE.

BY THE AUTHOR OF THE
PEACOCK AT HOME.

THIRD EDITION.

LONDON:
PRINTED FOR M. J. GODWIN,
AT THE JUVENILE LIBRARY, NO. 41, SKINNER STREET;
AND TO BE HAD OF ALL BOOKSELLERS.

1810.

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London: Printed by B. McMillan,
Bow Street, Covent Garden.

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PREFACE.

THE following Tale is principally taken from the admirable Work of Madame de Beaumont (Le Magazin des Enfans), which formed almost the whole library and the delight of the children of the last generation, and has hardly been surpassed by the many excellent productions which supply the nurseries and school-rooms of the present.

The story is there told with the simplicity and sprightliness of which the French language is so peculiarly capable, but which a literal translation would render not only insipid but vulgar.

In a poetical dress it may possibly give to the young reader a part of that amusement, which it once afforded the infancy of the author.

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THE
THREE WISHES.

THE sun withdrew his last pale ray,
And clos’d the short and chearless day;
Loud blew the wind, and rain and sleet
Against the cottage casement beat.

The busy housewife trimm’d her fire,
And drew the oaken settle nigher,
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And welcom’d home her own good man
To his clean hearth, his pipe, and can;
For Homespun and his bustling wife
Were honest folks in humble life,
Who liv’d contented with their lot,
And lov’d the comforts of their cot.
With willing hand and chearful heart,
Each of life’s burden bore their part,
With patience all its ills withstood,
And thankfully receiv’d the good.

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Yet, they were not without their failings:
They lov’d the harvest-home regalings;
On summer evenings on the green
At cricket oft was Homespun seen;
And sometimes, where the sign ensnares
The wearied swain to drown his cares,
He lov’d to quaff the foaming ale,
And listen to a merry tale.
Was there within ten miles a fair—
He and his dame were surely there:
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For she too lov’d, in trim array,
And scarlet cloak,

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