Nursery Rhyme. LXXXVI. Proverbs.

    Go to bed first, a golden purse;
    Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;
    Go to bed third, a golden bird!

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Nursery Rhyme. II. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCVI. Natural History. [A provincial version of CCCCXCV.]

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXX. Relics.

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