CCCXLII.

1. This pig went to the barn. 2. This eat all the corn. 3. This said he would tell. 4. This said he wasn't well. 5. This went week, week, week, over the door sill.

CCCXLIII.

[The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my way.]

Here comes a poor woman from baby-land, With three small children in her hand: One can brew, the other can bake, The other can make a pretty round cake. One can sit in the garden and spin, Another can make a fine bed for the king; Pray ma'am will you take one in?

I can make diet bread, Thick and thin; I can make diet bread, Fit for the king.