I’d not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,
Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;
Nay, I’ll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares,
She’d crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,
And that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take
Herself to [...]
When I have baked white cakes
And grated green almonds to spread
When I have picked the green crowns
from the strawberries
And piled them, cone-pointed, in a
blue and yellow platter;
When I have smoothed the seam of
the linen I have been working;
Tomorrow it will be the same,
Cakes and strawberries,
Sing a song of Sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened.
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the King!
The King was in the parlour
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the kitchen
Eating bread and honey;
The Maid [...]
FROM TOM TO NED
Dear Ned, no doubt you’ll be surprised,
When you receive and read this letter.
I’ve railed against the marriage state;
But then, you see, l knew no better.
I’ve met a lovely girl out here;
Her manner is — well — very winning:
We ‘re soon to be — well, Ned, my dear,
l’ll tell you [...]
A Little boy named Thomas ate
Hot buckwheat cakes for tea—
A very rash proceeding, as
We presently shall see.
He went to bed at eight o’clock,
As all good children do,
But scarce had closed his little eyes,
When he most restless grew.
He flopped on this side, then on that,
Then keeled upon his head,
And covered all at [...]
His hair lit up the tea-shop like a fire,
The naked flame of youth made manifest —
Young hunger’s unappeasable desire
Devouring cakes and cream with eager zest:
While cheek by jowl, an old man, bald and blind
And peaked and withered as a waning moon,
With toothless, mumbling gums, and wandering mind
Supped barley-water [...]
Her day out from the workhouse-ward, she stands,
A grey-haired woman, decent and precise,
With prim black bonnet and neat paisley shawl,
Among the other children by the stall;
And with grave relish eats a penny ice.
To wizened toothless gums, with quaking hands
She holds it, shuddering with delicious cold;
Nor heeds the jeering [...]
Taking a turn after tea
Through orchards of Mirabelea
Where clusters of yellow and red
Dangled and glowed overhead,
Who should I see
But old Timothy,
Hale and hearty as hearty could be —
Timothy under a crab-apple tree.
His blue eyes twinkling at me,
Munching and crunching with glee
And wagging his wicked old [...]
I know a little cupboard,
With a teeny tiny key,
And there’s a jar of Lollypops
For me, me, me.
It has a little shelf, my dear,
As dark as dark can be,
And there’s a dish of Banbury Cakes
For me, me, me.
I have a small fat grandmamma,
With a very slippery knee,
And she’s Keeper of the Cupboard,
A Little boy whose name was Tim
Once ate some jelly-cake for tea—
Which cake did not agree with him,
As by the sequel you shall see.
“My darling child,” his mother said,
”Pray do not eat that jelly-cake,
For, after you have gone to bed,
I fear ‘t will make your stomach ache!”
But foolish little Tim demurred [...]
O BAKER, you have n’t, in all your shop,
A cookie fit to be tried,
For the art of making them came to a stop
When my Aunt Lucinda died.
I can see her yet, with her sleeves uprolled,
As I watch her mix and knead
The flour and eggs, with their yolks of gold,
The butter and [...]
“Sweets to the sweet—farewell.”— Hamlet
Time was I liked a cheesecake well enough—
All human children have a sweetish taste ;
I used to revel in a pie, or puff,
Or tart—we all were Tartars in our youth;
To meet with jam or jelly was good luck,
All candies most complacently I crumped,
A stick of liquorice [...]
Full many a sinful notion
Conceived of foreign powers
Has come across the ocean
To harm this land of ours;
And heresies called fashions
Have modesty effaced,
And baleful, morbid passions
Corrupt our native taste.
0 tempora! O mores!
What profanations these
That seek to dim the glories
Of apple-pie and cheese!
I’m glad my education
Enables me to stand [...]
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow
And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch
Oh, the Lord has set our table with a stock o’
things to eat
An’ there’s just enough o’ bitter in the blend
to cut the sweet,
But I run the whole list over, an’ it [...]