Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1827 Excerpt: ..., MM his own head too; and you know, Bess, he says, and I think it is very true, that head is a great deal better than hands: without papa's head, Mr. Kite, you would have been a very different kite from what you are., ."-.jAl..;.;.-.u Vv u, -)&&. Without papa's head--what do you mean, Caesar?, ', .. ., v., . Ccesar. My dear little boy, I mean the inside of papa's head; but you cannadt understand, you are not old enough yet to understand about the insides of heads.: .; Casar hums a tune. orn Jos. Stoop down to me, Caesar, I want to whisper---it is a secret that Bess must not hear (whispers). Does Bess know about the song that you are making? -n; ..-. ( -' Bess. I hear you, Jos. take care ' ' aesffr-', (stopping his mouth. Can never hold your tongue, Josceline? High! high! my kite, high! Now the measure changfes. '= JBaw. Well, we shall find that oot only sing, don't say. no o Transparent gauze paper, As light as thin vapour, Speeds your elegant form, To contend with the storm. My pretty kite, fly, High! high! my kite, high! r. These two last lines are the chorus, Josceline. Jos. Chorus! very well--simg on, Caesar. Ccesar (pointing to the kite as he sings). Proud arches your outline, Nice tackle your fine twine; Full four yards and a nail, Your magnificent tail; Oh! my pretty kite fly, High! high! my kite, high! Ccesar. Now, you are to imagine the kite going up into the air. Bess. Well, well, we will imagine whatever you please, if you will only go on. Yes, yes, fancy sees thee, Hard striving to please me; Now rising, now falling, Perplex'd by my bawling; It flutters, it flickers, It rallies, it bickers. Ah! poor thing t see it dies--No! it mounts to the skies. My pretty kite, fly, High! high! my kite, high! Loose the string, Give it wing; H..."
