Mother's Picture Alphabet, Page 53
Viaduct, too, the arched road, high and strong,
On which our good horses went trotting along.
Village, the cluster of houses we passed:
And so we arrived at the common at last.
Vesture – sometimes made of Velvet – a dress.
Vanity, pride in the things we possess.
Vine, whose ripe grapes we all think such a treat.
Vessel, that holds our spring-water, so sweet.
Violin, Vincent is learning to play, (He finds it not easy, I venture to say).
Volcano, a mountain that bursts into flame:
The picture contains one – Vesuvius, its name.
Violet, too, a most sweet-scented thing,
That often we meet with in woods, in the spring.
Vase, a large pot used for holding our flowers.
Verandah, that shelters from sunshine and showers.
Vagrant, who strays without home in the land.
Volume, a hook, such as this in your hand.