Rhymes for Harry and His Nurse-Maid. Arthington Maria

      "Child's cordial" will soothe it to sleep, it is said;

      And ignorant people, who know not its harm,

      Think this dangerous stuff has a powerful charm.

      But one drop of such poison I never will give,

      Because I would rather my darling should live;

      And I know very well, if this cordial I try,

      That baby will want more and more, till it die.

      Tho' made with such art as to lull and give ease,

      It lays the foundation for lasting disease;

      No mother deserves a sweet babe for her prize,

      Who would poison her infant, to silence its cries.

      And a nurse who loves baby, or values her place,

      Will ne'er use this drug; 'tis a sin and disgrace;

      Well then, I will try with much patience and care,

      To soothe my dear babe, or some food to prepare;