SUGAR AND SPICE.

Our dear children gave a party,
  Not one grown person there;
And the laughter, it was hearty,
  Without a servant’s care.

“One must,” said they, “a servant be,”
  And quick they cried, “one should.” 
So they cast lots, did that par—­ty: 
  The lot fell on T. Good.

They rang the bell, he never came;
  They called, he would not hear;
They stamped, but it was all the same,
  T. Good would not appear.

They coaxed him in with marmalade,
  To take a letter out. 
He said that he was scarcely made
  “To post and run about!”

Said he, “I’ve seen rich people do
  Kind acts for servants’ good;
But seldom have I known, its true,
  Them act as e’er they should!

“That is, you know, quite to a T,
  And sure as eggs are eggs,
Men-servants in a family,
  Care mostly for their legs!”

Oh!  Tommy was quite rated high
  By all the children fair. 
He pardon begged, and quick did fly
  To run both here and there.

* * * * *

Now mind and do as you are bid,
  Or you’ll come in for blame;
And never let your joy be hid
  Beneath some passing shame.

[Illustration:  The Little Bootmaker]

Knock, knock, knock! paste, paste, paste!  Use wax, and thread, and awl each day While there’s light to work we’ll haste, For health and time soon pass away.

THE LITTLE BOOTMAKER.

Young Franky’s boots were sent to be mended.  The girl came back and said they would not be done for a week; the cobbler was so busy.

Annie, of the same family, who knew nothing of this, sent hers, and said they must be done by the next day.

The cobbler said if they brought him two pairs again to do at once, he’d knock their heads together with his lasts, and then give them a good “welting.”  He was the only cobbler in the village, or he would not have been so independent.

Franky had often watched the boot-maker at his work; so he coaxed his father to let him have some money to buy tools and leather, in order that he and his sisters might play at making boots and shoes.

He set to work, and they had such fun!

Annie came and asked young master cobbler what time it was; and Franky pretended to hit her on the head with a last, and said it had “just struck one.”  Then he measured her, and cut out his vamps, sides, linings, welts, soles, and heels.  Next he made a soft-like sock of leather.  This he turned inside out, and did his best to sew on a welt.

The boot was turned out right again, and then he sewed on a thin sole, and over this nailed another.  The heel he formed by fastening little bits of leather one upon the other.