# THE PRINCESS'S TOMB.

## A DIALOGUE FOR THE NURSERY.

O! look, my Sister, yonder does our PRINCESS lay;
How fragrant is her Tomb, her very clay !
'Tis like the Lily or the Bloom of May.

But 'tis her Virtues these sweet Odours bring;
'Tis like the Violet on the verge of Spring :
O! hear the Birds how sweet they sing!

But tell me, love, about the PRINCESS in the Tomb :—
Has every one this beautiful perfume ?
Will little Birds sing over me, and Violets peep at noon ?

'Tis God, my dear, that makes the Flowers bloom.
If we are good he'll make them blow o'er our Tomb,
And you and I shall have this odourous fume.

I do, like you, my Prayers say, both night and morn,
And beg of God to keep our little souls from harm ;
But like the PRINCESS could I be, my doll I'd burn and learn the A, B, C.

Maria.

Published for the Authoress, and sold by T. Gardiner and Son, 20, Princes-street, Cavendish-square; N. Hailes, London Museum, Piccadilly; and T. Sizuer, Juvenile Library, 259, Oxford-street, and 209, Piccadilly.