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Inscribed in graphite, upper center: "8"

Lettered inside image: "Little Girl | Sweet and small, | Cock does crow | So do you. | Merry voice | Infant noise | Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year. | Little Lamb | Here I am, | Come and lick | My white neck. | Let me pull | Your soft Wool. | Let me kiss | Your soft face. | Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year"; Lettered on verso, inside image: The School Boy | I love to rise in a summer morn, | When the birds sing on every tree; | The distant huntsman winds his horn, | And the sky-lark sings with me. | O! what sweet company. | But to go to school in a summer morn, | O! it drives all joy away; | Under a cruel eye outworn. | The little ones spend the day. | In sighing and dismay. | Ah! then at times I drooping sit, | And spend many an anxious hour, | Nor in my book can I take delight, | Nor sit in learnings bower, | Worn thro' with the dreary shower. | How can the bird that is born for joy, | Sit in a cage and sing. | How can a child when fears annoy. | But droop his tender wing. | And forget his youthful spring. | O! father & mother, if buds are nip'd, | And blossoms blown away. | And if the tender plants are strip'd | Of their joy in the springing day, | By sorrow and cares dismay. | How shall the summer arise in joy, | Or the summer fruits appear. | Or how shall we gather what griefs des- (troy | Or bless the mellowing year. | When the blasts of winter appear."