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NOT the more exalted songs
of child life here---not "Willie Winkie," and "Cuddle Doon," and
"Castles in the Air," and all that widely esteemed band, which,
collectively, would themselves tax the limits of a large volume—but some
of the ruder ditties only which the children for many generations have
delighted to sing, and been no less charmed by hearing sting, and which
of late have not been so frequently seen in print. These rude old
favourites, too, with slight comment - little being required. And of
such, surely "Cock Robin" may well be awarded the place of honour— a
song which, together with the more elaborate tale of "The Babes in the
Wood," has done more to make its pert and dapper red-waistcoated subject
the general favourite he is with old and young, than any virtue that may
be claimed for the little tyrant himself. |
