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THE NEW BOOTS.

Come, mother, and look at these beautiful boots,
Just hear what an elegant creak!
I declare there's no word so sweet in the world,
As that which a new boot can speak.
Take care, sister Anna, don't come in my way,
Run further, you troublesome chit,—
You would look at my boots? Oh very well, dear,
Come and see how completely they fit.
Why, really the child has a share of good taste
Just see her admiring gaze!
Come, come, sister Nanny, and sit in my lap.
Little children have such pretty ways.

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Pray mamma, don't look anxiously down at my toes,
I assure you they don't hurt at all;
They only look tight, as is often the case,
I would not have bought them too small.
Young Loring and I chose our boots at one store,—
His foot is the size of my own;
But really, mamma, he bought his so large,
That he looks like a clown overgrown.
Hark! Toney is coming,—now don't say a word,
Just see how his white eyes will shine.
Hear, Toney, my boy, what an elegant creak
Proceeds from these new boots of mine!
Did you ever behold a fit more complete?
Why turn your big eyes to the wall?
“He new, and he bright, Massa Johnny, for true,
And pride neber feel pain at all.”