Ye butcher, ye baker, ye candlestick-maker : $b Being sundry amusing and instructive verses for both old and young, adorned with numerous woodcuts

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  By Robert Seaver

  YE BUTCHER, YE BAKER, YE CANDLESTICK-MAKER. By Robert Seaver. With
    wood-cut illustrations. 16mo, 50 cents, _net_. Postage 5 cents.

  FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. By Thomas Hood. Illustrated with old-fashioned
    cuts. Square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_. Postage 5 cents.

  THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN. By William Cowper. With
    wood-cut illustrations. Square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_. Postage 5
    cents.

  HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
  Boston and New York




  Ye Butcher, Ye Baker,
  Ye Candlestick-Maker




  Ye Butcher, Ye Baker,
  Ye Candlestick-Maker

  Being Sundry Amusing and Instructive
  VERSES for both Old and Young.
  Adorned with Numerous Woodcuts

  By ROBERT SEAVER

  [Illustration]

  BOSTON AND NEW YORK
  HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
  The Riverside Press Cambridge
  1908




  COPYRIGHT 1908 BY ROBERT SEAVER

  All Rights Reserved




  TO
  Roberta




Ye Contents


  YE HOUSEWIFE       12

  YE BAKER           14

  YE DOCTOR          16

  YE TOWN CRIER      18

  YE TYTHINGMAN      20

  YE PIRATE          22

  YE PEDAGOGUE       24

  YE CHEMIST         26

  YE MERCHANT        28

  YE PRINTER         30

  YE BREWER          32

  YE ROBBER          34

  YE TAILOR          36

  YE CHANDLER        38

  YE STUDENT         40

  YE HUSBANDMAN      42

  YE JESTER          44




Ye Butcher, Ye Baker, Ye Candlestick-Maker




Ye Housewife


[Illustration]

  Ye Housewife in her kitchen white,
  She scours ye pots and pans;
  She kneads ye bread, and bakes it too,
  With ever busy hands.
  Ye children she sends off to school,
  And then doth sew and darn,
  And knits ye goodman mitts and hose
  Of honest homespun yarn.
  Yet though she toileth all ye day,
  She hath no cause to fret:
  Ye Adversary hath not made
  Ye Modern Servant yet.

[Illustration]




Ye Baker


[Illustration]

  Ye school-boy on his way to school
  Ye bake-shop doth espy,
  Where men of gingerbread in state
  With eyes of currants lie.
  Ye good-wife takes her Sunday roast
  Where his great ovens yawn,
  And fragrant odors fill ye air
  At noon, and night, and morn.
  All this was many years ago,
  Before Ye Canner came,
  With Fifty-nine Varieties
  To advertise his name.

[Illustration]




Ye Doctor


[Illustration]

  Ye Doctor, on his faithful nag,
  Rides all ye country round,
  And in his saddlebags great store
  Of physic may be found.
  He cups and bleeds with right good will,
  With pill and drench doth ply,
  Until his patient must get well,
  Unless he first doth die.
  Ye ancient steed is seen no more,
  Ye doctor telephones
  An absent treatment, or, perchance,
  Manipulates ye bones.

[Illustration]




Ye Town Crier


[Illustration]

  Ye Crier walks all over town
  And loudly rings his bell,
  And to ye gaping villagers
  His messages doth tell.
  Ye child that’s strayed, ye auction sale,
  Ye good news and ye ill,
  He cries it forth upon ye street,
  And all may hear who will.
  Ye Crier he hath gone his way,
  And for him oft we grieve
  When papers print so many things
  Nobody can believe.

[Illustration]




Ye Tythingman


[Illustration]

  Ye Tythingman, that watchful one,
  He doth ye order keep,
  In church he walketh up ye aisle
  To see who goes to sleep.
  And when he spyeth one who nods,
  He riseth in his might,
  And with his rod right lustily
  Doth rap ye luckless wight.
  But now ye tythingman hath found
  His duties few and small,
  For those who go keep wide awake,
  Ye rest go not at all.

[Illustration]




Ye Pirate


[Illustration]

  Ye Pirate sails ye briny deep:
  Ye Jolly Roger flies
  In search of some rich galleon
  To make a goodly prize.
  His motley crew of murderous mien
  Are rovers bold and free,
  And sailors tremble at his name
  When they put forth to sea.
  Ye pirate now stays safe ashore,
  And authors rate him when
  He robs ye good ship “Copyright”
  Of thoughts of brighter men.

[Illustration]




Ye Pedagogue


[Illustration]

  Ye Pedagogue, that learned man,
  He rules ye district school,
  And every day he doth instil
  Ye youth with learning full.
  Ye Rule of Three he doth explain
  Unto his listening class,
  And ye three R’s he doth expound
  Unto each youth and lass.
  Each day he doth discharge full well
  Ye duties of his station,
  And never has a Theory
  On Higher Education.

[Illustration]




Ye Chemist


[Illustration]

  Ye Chemist fills his little shop
  With drugs of fearsome smell,
  He weigheth out ye ipecac
  And eke ye calomel.
  Ye herbs he gathered in ye fall
  Hang on his beams to dry,
  And they are nauseous to ye taste
  And dusty to ye eye.
  Ye old-time druggist, musty soul,
  Was honored in his age,
  Man had not reached ye College Ice
  And Picture Postal stage.

[Illustration]




Ye Merchant


[Illustration]

  Ye Merchant in his counting-room
  In broadcloth fine arrayed,
  He sendeth his great ships away
  All in ye China trade.
  And while his warehouse fills with goods
  Ye merchant laughs with glee,
  For in ye town who can be found
  One half so rich as he?
  Ye merchant of ye olden days,
  No wonder that he laughed,
  He nothing knew of Railway Rates,
  Or High Finance, or Graft.

[Illustration]




Ye Printer


[Illustration]

  Ye Printer doth right merrily
  His occupation ply;
  Ye type he sets and proof he reads
  With microscopic eye.
  And when ye chap-book all is done
  He sallies forth with speed
  To cry his wares upon ye street
  For all who care to read.
  Ye Printer wrought with right good will,
  Nor ever was afraid
  Of ye Typographic Union
  Or ye Printers’ Board of Trade.

[Illustration]




Ye Brewer


[Illustration]

  Ye Brewer is a merry man,
  Beloved by all ye town,
  And he’s renowned both far and wide,
  All for his ale so brown.
  And all ye thirsty villagers
  Do loudly praise his name,
  An honored village father he,
  Who well deserves his fame.
  Ye brewer of ye modern day
  Doth make great moan because
  Of ye Pure Food Regulations
  And ye Local Option Laws.

[Illustration]




Ye Robber


[Illustration]

  Ye Robber of ye olden day,
  A jovial blade was he;
  A short life and a merry one,
  And then ye gallows-tree.
  On rich and poor alike he preyed,
  Nor ever did endow
  A Learned University
  As Robber Chiefs do now.
  Ye modern robber is not known
  By such an ugly name:
  He does it more politely.
  But he does it, just ye same.

[Illustration]




Ye Tailor


[Illustration]

  Ye Tailor on his lowly bench
  He stitcheth all ye day.
  From morn till night his needle plies
  On clothes both grave and gay.
  Ye greatcoat for ye village squire,
  Ye judge’s smallclothes fine,
  Ye trainband captain’s uniform
  That doth with splendor shine.
  Ye tailor works in great content,
  He is a happy man,
  No clothes are yet constructed
  On ye Ready-fitted Plan.

[Illustration]




Ye Chandler


[Illustration]

  Ye tallow chandler in his shop,
  He makes ye tallow dip,
  And cuts ye wicks and fills ye moulds,
  Ye while he drinks his flip.
  Full many a studious gentleman
  Doth hie him forth to buy:
  Ye lamp of knowledge at his shop,
  Is here for all to try.
  So works ye tallow chandler,
  Nor wotteth that he must,
  In modern days, give up his ways
  To Midnight Oil, their Trust.

[Illustration]




Ye Student


[Illustration]

  Ye Student burns ye midnight oil,
  And ponderous tomes doth pore,
  His mind he fills at Wisdom’s fount
  With classic volumes’ lore.
  His thesis is a wondrous thing,
  Of solid breadth and weight.
  Ye higher things of human life
  His brow do corrugate.
  Alas! for now it is not so,
  For all ye Student’s dream
  Is how to satisfy ye Coach,
  And make ye Football Team.

[Illustration]




Ye Husbandman


[Illustration]

  Anon ye jocund Husbandman,
  He tills ye fertile mead;
  He plows ye land and rakes it well,
  And eke he sows ye seed.
  From early morn till candle light
  He toils with might and main,
  Nor ever stops, but busy keeps
  Through wind and snow and rain.
  Yet though he toils full lustily,
  He’s free from modern ills:
  He has no Motor Car, and so
  He pays no Chauffeur’s bills.

[Illustration]




Ye Jester


[Illustration]

  Ye Jester, dressed in cap and bells,
  With jokes adorned his chat,
  And every joke was all his own,
  And all his jokes were pat.
  No jokes were old in days of yore,
  No stories had been told,
  And so ye wit had ample scope
  His humor to unfold.
  Ye modern wit’s in sorry plight,
  Re-writing o’er and o’er
  Ye jokes that ancient jesters told
  Five hundred years before.

[Illustration]




  FAITHLESS
  NELLY GRAY

  _BY THOMAS HOOD_

  With _seventeen humorous cuts drawn by_ ROBERT SEAVER and _appropriate
    setting_. Square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_.

  [Illustration]

  The classic and pathetic ballad of the fortunes of Ben Battle is
    perhaps the most famous of Hood’s humorous poems. The seeming
    crudity of the laughable pictures heightens the humor of Hood’s
    punning verses, and the result is a holiday booklet which cannot
    fail to amuse.

  HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
  _BOSTON AND NEW YORK_




  THE DIVERTING
  HISTORY OF
  John Gilpin

  _BY WILLIAM COWPER_

  Together with some _thirty-two original wood-cut engravings_ by
    ROBERT SEAVER and a decorative binding in half calf, with paper
    sides, square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_.

  [Illustration]

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