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ONE SHILLING OR ON CLOTH EIGHTEEN PENCE
THE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO
BY CHARLES BENNETT
LONDON: ROUTLEDGE, WARNE, AND ROUTLEDGE.
THE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO
CHARLES BENNETT]
A Frog he would a-wooing go, Whether his mother would let him or no.
Off he set with his opera-hat. On the road he met with a Rat.
"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me, Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"
They soon arrived at Mousey's hall. They gave a loud tap, and they gave a loud call.
"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?" "Yes, kind sirs, and sitting to spin."
"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, now give us some beer, That Froggy and I may have good cheer."
"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song? Let the subject be something that's not very long."
"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog, "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said, "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."
As they were in glee and merrymaking, A Cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown, The kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.
This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, He took up his hat, and he wished them good night.
As Froggy was crossing it over a brook, A lilywhite Duck came and gobbled him up.
So here is an end of one, two, three-- The Rat, the Mouse, and little Froggy.
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THE FROG WHO WOULD A-WOOING GO.
BY CHARLES BENNETT.
On the quiet sedgy bank of a stagnant pool, and under the shadow of rankreeds and bulrushes, sat two frogs. They had retired from the shoal, whowere disporting themselves in the water, and were earnestly talking. Theelder of the two, an old matron, addressing the younger, who, by-the-by,was her son, said,--
"My dear Froggy, you had better stop quietly with me; you do not knowwhat dangers you may encounter, if you leave your secluded home."
"Croak, croak!" said Froggy.
"Ah, my son!" continued the old lady, "I see that, like most youngfrogs, you are very obstinate, and will not listen to reason. But why onearth you should wish to go gadding after a poor, hungry little mouse,is more than I can tell--you with your beautiful legs and speckled coat,born to a splendid estate of reeds and water, the heir of nine bulrushesand a water-lily. I thought you were more of a frog."
"Croak, croak!" said Froggy again.
"Have you thought of the boys who throw stones?"
"Croak!"
"Or the birds with long beaks?"
"Croak!"
"Or the ducks?"
"Croak!"
"If you want to go a-wooing, there are frogs in your own station inlife; indeed, with your personal appearance, you might even aspire to aneft or a lizard."
"Croak!" persisted the sulky little Frog.
"You are no better than a tadpole!" said his mother, getting very angryat last; and no sooner were the words out of her lips, than up jumpedMaster Froggy in a passion, and taking his opera-hat under his arm, offhe went at a rapid pace, singing at the top of his voice, so as to hidehis rage,--
"Rowley, powley, gammon and spinach. 'Heigh O!' says Anthony Rowley."
Froggy had not walked very far before he saw, jogging on before him, abrown little fellow in a long-tail coat and Blucher boots, who carriedan old cotton umbrella. "Dear me," thought the Frog, "that looks like myfriend Mr. Rat;" and sure enough so it was.
"How do you do?" asked Master Froggy, when he had overtaken him.
"Pretty well!--How's your self?--Where are you going?--Fineday!--Squeak!" replied Mr. Rat, in a succession of short, shrillsentences.
"I'm going," said Froggy, "to see the pretty little Widow Mousey, wholives in that snug cottage yonder. Pray come with me, for I feel ratherbashful at going by myself."
"With all my heart," replied Mr. Rat; and off they went together.
They soon arrived at the cottage; and the Rat having given a loud knock,while the Frog gave a loud "Croak," Mrs. Mousey put away herspinning-wheel in a great hurry, and admitted her guests.
"Good morning, Mrs. Mouse," said the Frog; "we were out walking, andthought we would give you a call."
"You are very kind, I am sure," replied Mrs. Mousey. "Pray sit down andrest yourselves; I dare say you are tired."
"And here--I say--squeak!--Mrs. Mousey--some beer!--We're thirsty," saidMr. Rat.
"Croak--let's enjoy ourselves while we can," observed the Frog.
"Certainly," said Mousey. "I'll draw you some of the last brew."
So Mousey drew some beer, and they sat down very cosily; and soon werechatting so comfortably, that Master Froggy thought he should soon getrid of his bashfulness, and then should be able to ask pretty Mrs.Mousey to marry him. Presently their little hostess proposed a song, andcalled upon Froggy to oblige; but, "Really," he replied, "I must beexcused, for the fog last night gave me such a cold that I'm as hoarseas a hog." He didn't forget that he had been singing "Rowley, powley,"as he came along, but he was afraid that his voice was not good enoughfor his company.
"Well," said Mousey, laughing, "I am sorry for that; but if you won'tsing, I will."
So she sang a pretty little song she had just composed, and a verycharming ditty it was--rather shrill, perhaps, but very well sungindeed. After this, I need hardly tell you that they enjoyed themselvesamazingly. Perhaps Mr. Rat drank rather too much beer; but altogether itwas a very pleasant little party, and Froggy had so far got over hisbashfulness as to squeeze Mrs. Mousey's paw once or twice rathertenderly.
But while they were thus happily employed, a terrible old cat who livedin the neighbourhood, and went by the name of "Browzer," was tying onher shawl--calling to her kittens, and saying,
"Come, my children, it is a fine day--let us go for a walk. Make haste,for something tells me we shall find some dinner on our way."
And sure enough they did; for after looking after little birds, andtrying the windows of all the pantries they knew,--
"B-row!" said the Cat, snuffing the air; "do you know--I'm not quitecertain--but--yes, really--I smell mouse."
"Mew!" said the kittens; "we're so glad."
"And I think, also, rat."
"Oh, come along!" said the kittens.
"Don't make a noise," whispered the Cat.
Slowly and cautiously they crept on towards Mrs. Mousey's cottage, tillat an unexpected moment, and just as Mrs. Mouse was going to get a freshmug of beer, in tumbled the Cat and her kittens. Down went the Rat underthe Cat's paw--up in a corner the two kittens got the Mouse.
"M-row-ow, fit-z-z!" and Rat and Mouse were killed.
"Holla!" says the Frog; "this won't do! Perhaps they'll be after me in aminute. I must be off home to my mother." And sure enough off he went(trembling like a leaf), but as rapidly as he could. "Oh, why did I everleave home?" said this foolish Frog: "I should have been safe enoughwith my mother. I'll never leave home again. Never! never! never!"
"Quack, quack!" observed a Duck who had been watching him.
"Oh, my goodness gracious!" said the Frog
; "what shall I do now? There'sthe very Duck that ate up my uncle who went abroad! Now, if I can'tcross over this brook in a single jump, I shall never get home alive.Here goes!"
But, alas! since it must be told, he could not cross the brook in onejump.
In he fell--splash! Up came the Duck.
"Quack, quack! gobble, gobble, gobble!" and the poor Frog never got homeat all.
We are all sorry for his untimely end, and wish that the Duck had notgobbled him up: but we must not forget that if he had been lessself-willed and obstinate, if he had only paid attention to what hismother told him, he might have been safe at home--perhaps, in duecourse, married to an amiable Frog, and the father of a large family ofinnocent little tadpoles.
EDM EVANS.
ENGRAVER & PRINTER.
RAQUET COURT. FLEET ST.]
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Transcriber's Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
There was some variation between the hyphenation of the text itself andof the text of the illustrations. These variations were retained.