Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Happy days of childhood
 Good boys
 The farm yard
 Our dumb favorites
 Back Cover

Title: Happy days of childhood, or, Stories of country life for good children
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Title: Happy days of childhood, or, Stories of country life for good children including: Happy days of childhood, Good boys, The farm-yard, Our dumb favourites ; with thirty-two coloured illustrations
Alternate Title: Stories of country life for good children
Happy days of childhood
Good boys
Our dumb favourites
Physical Description: 1 v. (various pagings) : col. ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Leighton, John, 1822-1912 ( Binding designer )
Bolton, Thomas, fl. 1851-1893 ( Engraver )
Dalziel, Edward, 1817-1905 ( Engraver )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Evans, Edmund, 1826-1905 ( Printer )
Routledge, Warne, & Routledge ( Publisher )
Publisher: Routledge, Warnes, & Routledge
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Edmund Evans
Publication Date: 1863
Copyright Date: 1863
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1863   ( lcsh )
Pictorial cloth bindings (Binding) -- 1863   ( rbbin )
Leighton -- Signed bindings (Binding) -- 1863   ( rbbin )
Bldn -- 1863
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Pictorial cloth bindings (Binding)   ( rbbin )
Signed bindings (Binding)   ( rbbin )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
General Note: Binding design signed: "JL" <i.e. John Leighton.>
General Note: Ill. mostly engraved and signed by T. Bolton; some signed by E. Dalziel or H. W. (i.e. Harrison Weir.)
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    Happy days of childhood
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Good boys
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page A 1
        Page A 2
        Page A 3
        Page A 4
        Page A 4a
        Page A 4b
        Page A 5
        Page A 6
        Page A 6a
        Page A 6b
        Page A 7
        Page A 8
        Page A 8a
        Page A 8b
        Page A 9
        Page A 10
        Page A 10a
        Page A 10b
        Page A 11
        Page A 12
        Page A 12a
        Page A 12b
        Page A 13
        Page A 14
        Page A 14a
        Page A 14b
        Page A 15
        Page A 16
    The farm yard
        Page B 1
        Page B 2
        Page B 3
        Page B 4
        Page B 5
        Page B 6
        Page B 7
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        Page B 23
        Page B 24
        Page B 25
        Page B 26
    Our dumb favorites
        Page C 1
        Page C 2
        Page C 2a
        Page C 2b
        Page C 3
        Page C 4
        Page C 4a
        Page C 4b
        Page C 5
        Page C 6
        Page C 6a
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        Page C 10a
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
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WALTER and Hugh Fermor, with their little brother
Frank, and their sisters Julia and Maude, lived in a
large house in a busy town. The house was in a
dark street, where there always was a great noise of
carriages and drays rattling along, and where the
smell of tar, and gas, and damp straw, was very
unpleasant. There was a large garden behind the
house, where the children used to play, but where
nothing ever would grow well. The soil was black
and clammy; the leaves on the shrubs were grey
and withered; and the pale flowers half opened, and
then died away: they did not like the smoke, and
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And the children began to look pale and puny, like
the flowers; so their Papa and Mamma put them
into the carriage one morning, with their good Nurse
to take care of them, for they were to go and make
a long visit to their aunt in the country. How
pleased they all were, when they drove far from
the smoky town, through pleasant lanes with green
hedges, and through a park, where they saw a little
boy feeding the young deer, which eat from his hand,
and seemed quite as tame as Julia's little dog Dot;
and how much Nurse had to tell them about the
trees, and flowers, and animals they drove past!
In the afternoon they came to Ash Bank, and
found their cousins, Mark and Susan Wilton, waiting
at the hall door to welcome them, and help them to
take off their things; and then they sat down to
dinner in a cool dining-room, with the windows open,
and such a sweet smell of roses, and jasmine, and
carnations coming in, that Julia said, Oh! dear
Aunt Wilton, how happy I am! I think this place
must be like Heaven !"
I am sure you will like the new pleasures of the
country, my dear," said Mrs. Wilton; but, to be
truly happy, you must know and love God, and then
you will see that real Heaven, which is far more
beautiful than even his good gifts in this world."
"Come along, Cousin Julia!" said Mark, "and
pull some of the flowers in the garden, and then I
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Your cousins have never been in a swing,
Mark," said Mrs. Wilton, "and you must move it
very gently at first, or they will be afraid. Susan
will show them how to keep their seat."
The swing was fixed to a large tree, in a field
behind the garden; and when Mark swung Susan so
high that she seemed to be flying, Julia and Maude
thought they never should be bold enough to learn
to swing; but Mark only laughed, for he knew they
would soon like the swing as much as Susan did.
How pleasant it was to be waked, next morning,
by the bright sun, which shone through the broad
green leaves of the vine that hung over the windows,
with large bunches of grapes, which looked very
tempting, though they were not yet ripe. Nurse
dressed little Frank first, and let him go with the
dairy-maid, to see the cows milked. He carried a
china cup, that he might drink some fresh new milk
in the field; and his brothers and sisters were to
follow, when they were dressed. Frank liked the
dairy-maid very much; but he was rather afraid of
the cows, till she took his hand, and led him up
close, to show him that the legs of the cow were
tied, that she might not kick over the pail of milk.
Then he stood still, and drank his cup of sweet,
good milk, and was so pleased that he stroked the
cow, and said the whole of "Thank you, pretty
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milk, Frank was very proud to show them how bold
he was, and what good friends he and the cows were;
and the town children looked quite rosy with the
morning walk, when they went in.
Now then," said Mr. Wilton, this is the last
day of the hay-making, and if you boys wish to see
a hay-field, you must lose no time. So take up
your caps, and come away: leave the little fellow
to come with the girls, for we must not delay; we
are working men.
What a strange sight was that hay-field to Wal-
ter and Hugh, and how they plunged and stumbled,
in trying to walk among the thick, dry hay! Mark
laughed at his cousins, and said they must learn
to walk in rough places, if they lived in the
country. Then he showed them how they might
be useful, by raking the loose hay together, and
heaping it into hay-cocks. But Walter soon be-
gan to say this was very hard work, and Hugh
lay down on the hay, and said it was so hot, he
could not rake; and Mr. Wilton told them they
should have no wages, they were such useless work-
But they soon got up, to have a good game
of throwing the hay at each other, which they
did not think was hard work; and Hugh said it
was ten times better than snow-balling, for it was
much pleasanter to handle the dry hay, than the
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Next day, the girls had their share of work, for
their Aunt sent them to help to gather the apples.
One of the garden-women brought a ladder, to place
against the trees in the orchard, and she climbed
the ladder, to pull the sweet, rosy apples, and to
throw them down to be caught by the girls below,
who were very proud to be of use, and only laughed
when they got a bump on the head from some apple
that fell before it was expected.
The garden-woman said, the store apples, the
Ribston pippins, and the Yorkshire codlins, were
not yet ripe enough to pull. The apples they were
gathering now would not keep till winter, they
must be used soon. Julia and Maude were glad
to hear this, for they thought apple-tart, with rich
cream from the dairy, very nice indeed. When
they carried the baskets of apples to the house,
Mrs. Wilton told the cook to bake some apples for
the children's supper; and they all said the sweet
baked apples and new milk were very good, and
they had never had such a nice supper.
The town children grew more active and healthy
every day. The girls fed the poultry, and helped
the gardener; and Mr. Wilton got two safe and
gentle poneys, that Walter and Hugh might learn
to ride, which their Papa wished very much; and
in two or three weeks they learned to manage their
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the lanes, and could even, at last, open the gates
without dismounting, though it was a long time
before they learned to do it. Julia and Maude often
stood at the bottom of the garden to see them ride
past, and said, how pleased Papa would be, to know
that they could ride like men.
One day, Mrs. Wilton said, "I know there will
be nuts ripe in Hazel Wood. I think, my dear
children, you must have a nutting day. Mark can
drive the car, which will hold Nurse and Frank and
you three girls; and Walter and Hugh can now ride
very well on their poneys."
This was glad news; and, for the next three days,
the children thought of the nutting, and talked of it,
and watched the clouds, for fear rain should come
to stop them. But the morning was bright and
clear; and, not long after breakfast, Mark drove
the car to the door, and his cousins mounted their
poneys: then the little girls came out, in very plain,
strong dresses, for Nurse knew that the nut-woods
were close and thick, and that muslin dresses would
have been soon torn to pieces. Before they got into
the car, two large baskets were put under the seats;
then they sat down, and Mark drove off.
As they drove along, Nurse told Frank he must
keep near his sisters or brothers, or lie might be lost
in that wide, thick wood, like the children in the
tale. When they got out of the car at the wood, all
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over them. What clusters of nuts there were, that
everybody could reach; and what clusters there were
that nobody could reach, even with a hooked stick!
And how tired and hot they all were; and how
heavy the bags and baskets were with nuts, when
Nurse called them all into a shady glade in the wood,
where she had spread out the dinner on the ground.
Chickens and ham, tarts and cheesecakes, strawberries
and cream: such a nice dinner! And they were so
merry when the ants ran over their plates, and the
bold little sparrows hopped up to pick the crumbs.
"I will have those nuts yet," said Hugh, "(that
grow above yon high rock."
You will break your neck," said Mark.
"Oh! I know better, said Hugh; "I can climb
better than anybody I know."
"Do not boast, Master Hugh," said Nurse; "I
will tell you the fate of a boaster I knew long ago.
It was at a great sheep-washing, in a river which
was full of deep holes; but the shepherds knew of
these holes, and kept the sheep near the bank, where
the water was shallow. This did not please the
boasting young man; he would wash his sheep lower
down the river, where there were many deep holes;
he said, 'What do I care for holes? I can swim
better than anybody I know.'
The men called out to him to come back, but
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got entangled in the long, matted wool on its sides,
and when they were in the middle of the river, he
could not get free to swim; the sheep and man
struggled, till both went down. The last words of
the drowning man were, 'Lord, have mercy on me!'
He was never seen more."
I will not climb the rock, Nurse," said Hugh;
" I was wrong to boast. I shall always think of the
young shepherd, when I wish to boast again. Did
you really know him, Nurse ?"
He was my brother, Master Hugh," said she;
and little Frank put up his face to kiss Nurse, for he
saw she was crying.




THE Papa and Mamma of James and Harry Mildmay
lived at a pretty house, about a mile from town, and
every day the boys walked to the school in the town,
except it was rainy, and then Papa took them in the
carriage; for they never missed school, unless they
were ill. Dr. Bennet said, that James and Harry
were the best behaved boys in his school; they were
always in their seats before school began; they did
their lessons as well as ever they could; they were
always quite silent when they were at work, and they
left the school-room quietly and politely, like little
Both James and Harry liked school very much;
they said, "We will work hard, and do all that our
master orders, when we are in school; we shall have
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And when school was over, and tasks done, they were
always ready for cricket, or foot-ball; were the best
and merriest players on the play-ground, and very
happy fellows, for they had done their duty.
One day, Harry said to little Willy, who was too
young to go to school, Willy, we shall have such
good fun to-morrow! We shall break up for the
Midsummer holidays."
"What is breaking up ?" said little Willy.
"Well, we shall shout, and make as much noise
as ever we like, and throw up our caps, and run out
of the school," said Harry.
"Is that fun, brother Harry ?" asked Willy.
Harry talks nonsense, Willy," said James, who
was older and wiser. "We are not glad because we
can be rude and noisy, but because we shall have a
short rest from tasks and hard work, and long play-
hours. And perhaps we may go to Uncle John's
country-house, where we shall see many new things.
Oh, Willy! so many cows, and sheep, and deer, and
ducks, and hens !"
"Will there be any pretty flowers ?" said Willy.
"To be sure, Willy," said Harry; Uncle John
has all the flowers in the world."
No, no, Harry," said James; "there are more
flowers in the world than any man living has ever
seen: God only sees them. But Uncle John has
hundreds of sweet flowers in his garden, and the fields
are white, and yellow, and purple, with flowers."


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When the school broke up, both the boys brought
home prizes, and a letter from Dr. Bennet, to say
that they were well-behaved and obedient. Mr.
Mildmay was so much pleased, that Mamma and he
took James, and Harry, and Willy, to visit Mr. John
Mildmay, who was very glad to see them, and so
was their little cousin Lucy; for she had no Mamma,
and though Miss Clayton, her governess, was very
kind, Lucy was very happy when Aunt Mildmay
came; for, she said, "Aunt was almost like a real
Mamma." So Lucy danced about with joy, and
showed James and Harry all her new books, and let
Willy have her large doll to play with.
After dinner, Lucy and Harry went with Miss
Clayton to the hall door, to take some soup and
some meat to old David, the pedlar, and his daughter,
who carried the basket of pins, and thread, and
needles, and tape, that they sold among the poor
people who were far from a shop.
Old David was very poor, and very hungry, and
always thankful for the good soup and meat he called
to get every week; and Lucy and Harry were happy
to see him eat, for God has said, we must feed the
hungry. Then Lucy came back, to tell Aunt Mild-
may how many poor people she had to visit, and
what a good Papa she had, who allowed her to help
them all.
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Harry a fine large kite, and James a broad, painted
hoop, and Willy a cart and horses, and sent them all
out into the park to enjoy themselves. They played
with their new toys merrily for a long time; and
when James was tired of chasing his hoop over the
wide park, and Willy's arm ached with dragging his
cart, which was often turned over among the grass,
they stood still, to watch Harry fly his kite. This
kite had a large face painted upon it, with great
round eyes, and a wide mouth; and when it was
sailing about, high in the air, Harry said it looked
like a giant's head flying, Then little Willy laughed,
and jumped for joy, to see how funny the giant's face
looked down upon them.
When it was time to go in, James had to help
Harry to draw down the kite; for the wind was
high, and drew the kite one way, and the boys
pulled another way, till they could hardly keep on
their feet; and Willy cried out, that the giant's head
would fly away with Harry and James. But they
got the kite down at last, and wound up the string;
and then they went home, very much pleased with
their day's sport.
When they came into the house, Nurse said,
"Come, Willy; you are to go to the pond, to see
the swans; and Cook has given me some bread, that
we may feed them."
"Then we will go with you, too, Nurse," said
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So they went to the side of the pond, and stood
under a large tree; and James called out to the
swans, which were sailing proudly over the smooth
water, and he threw some pieces of bread to them.
Then the swans knew they were to be fed, and they
came plunging and gliding, in great haste, to the
side. But Willy was a very little fellow, and when
he saw the large, strange birds so near to him, he
was quite afraid, and began to cry; so Nurse took
him in her arms, and then he was pleased to look
at them. James was very brave; he held out the
bread, and the swans stretched their long necks, and
took it out of his hands, and eat it very greedily.
Harry was not so bold as his brother; he thought
the swans looked very fierce, and when they flapped
their strong wings, he hid himself behind Nurse, and
peeped at the birds, till James laughed at him, and
made him come forward like a man.
After dinner, when the children went into the
dining-room, to have some cherries and strawberries,
Uncle John talked to the boys about the grass,
which, when it is ripe, is cut down, and dried into
hay, and built up into stacks, to feed the horses and
cows in winter. And then he spoke of the fields of
corn, which are sown in the Spring, and grow like
tall grass till Autumn, when this grass, with its full
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carried away to the barn, where the grains are
thrashed from the straw, to be ground into flour,
to make bread to feed both rich and poor.
When they are cutting and carrying away the
corn, a few ears fall out over the field. These scat-
tered ears belong to the poor, who come to glean
them, as it is called, and are very glad to carry away
a bundle, to make into bread in winter, when they
have no work and no money.
And Uncle John told them, he knew a good boy,
who was not poor himself, but who used to glean in
his play-hours, till he got a good sheaf of corn, to
give to some poor old woman, who could not glean
for herself.
James and Harry asked their Papa and Uncle if
they might go to glean, some day, like that good
boy, and give it to some poor, tired gleaner, who
had not much corn.
The boys had many happy days in that fine sum-
mer season. They played in the park, and fed the
deer, and, when it was very hot, walked in the wood,
and picked wild strawberries, to bring home on a
large leaf, for Mamma and Cousin Lucy, who thought
they were nicer than the strawberries in the garden.
A pretty brook ran through the wood; it mur-
mured over the white pebbles, and was so cool, the
boys liked to drink from it, and so clear, that they
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a noise, the shy little fishes hid themselves beneath a
large stone.
The brook was not deep, so James and Harry had
leave to go and fish in it. Their Uncle lent them
each a fishing-rod, and some artificial flies, and a
pannier to hold the fish they caught, and in which
they carried some buns for lunch; and they set out
very happy. How pleasant it was to sit under the
shady trees, and throw in their flies, and watch the
fish! The old trout looked at the flies very slily,
and then swam away: Harry thought they shook
their heads. Two silly young fish jumped at the
flies at once, and were caught, and one put in each
pannier. After this, they lunched, and threw in
more flies, and then watched the kingfisher plunge
its long beak into the water, and fly off with a
minnow; and James thought the kingfisher knew
how to catch fish better than they did, for they had
to walk home with one small fish in each large
The next day was Sunday, and they all walked
through the pleasant, quiet fields to church. It was
the first time Willy had ever been to church, and he
was very proud to walk with Papa and Mamma, and
to carry his own new Prayer-book, with the purple
ribbons to mark all the places for him.
When they got into the church, Willy was rather
afraid at first; all was so still, and, though there were
many people there, no one spoke or looked round.


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they were in the house of God, and that God himself,
though unseen, was in the midst of them. And
the little boy was glad to kneel down with everybody
there, and to say, "Our Father," and to feel happy
that God was truly his Father, so long as he did not
forget that he was the child of God.
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MONDAY.-AL. little boys and girls love the month of July, when school-
days are over, and the sun shines bright, and the air is sweet with the smell of
What joy there was in the house in Gordon Square, on that fine morning
of July, when Rose and Ada, Will and Fred, were all dressed to go with
mamma to Fair-field, Uncle Mark's farm! How glad they were to jump into
the carriage! and when the streets were left behind and they came into the
green lanes, bright with flowers, the birds were singing so loud, that Ada said
she thought they must have holiday too.
It was a very long way to Fair-field, and they were tired and hungry when
the carriage stopped at a low gate, where Uncle Mark was standing. He lifted
them out and kissed them, and went before them through a garden that was
full of red daisies, and thrift, and sweet stocks, till they came to a large house
which had a porch over the door, grown over with roses; and there stood dear
Aunt Jane.
Aunt Jane took them into the cool parlour, where the table was spread
with cakes, and strawberries, and cherries, and the tea was so good, and the
cream was so rich, that the little girls said they should like to have tea every
night at a farmhouse. After tea, Aunt Jane took them to the green field, where
some large cows were feeding. They all clung to Aunt; but Aunt said the
cows were very quiet, and very good to give us rich cream and butter, and she
stroked the cows. Then Will was quite bold and came up; but Fred hid his
face and cried, for he was quite a baby.
Now," said Aunt, "it is time to go to bed to-night, but if you are good,
you shall see something new every day you are here-all the wonders of the


TUESDAY.--Very soon in the morning tha children were waked by such a
noise as they had never heard before: mamma said it was the music of the
farmyard. The cows were lowing to be milked, the hungry pigs were
grunting, the cocks were crowing, and the ducks were quacking; all wanted
their breakfast.
Then they all went down to Aunt Jane, who took them into the large,
clean, noisy farmyard, where there were so many birds and beasts that Ada
thought it was like a wild-beast show; only they were not in cages.
"Are you sure, Aunt Jane," said she, "that the cow with the large horns
does not want to kill me ?"
"I am quite sure of it, Ada," said Aunt; "and perhaps, before you go
back to town, Rose may learn to milk poor old Buttercup, who only comes up
to us to say good-morning in her way."
"I like the cows," said Rose; "but, Aunt, I do not like those ugly things
that push their long noses through the straw and make such a noise."
You are a silly girl, Rose," said Will: "these are pigs, I know, and I
have read in books that their flesh is bacon."
We call it pork, master," said John at the stable-door. "It is not bacon
till we put salt on it."
Then Aunt took them to the pond to see the ducks. "How pretty they
are!" said Ada, "and how nicely they swim about! But, Aunt, they are not
at all like roast ducks."
"No more than the pigs are like bacon," said Will.
"But are those big fellows ducks, too, Aunt?"
"No, my boy," said his Aunt; they are geese."
See, Aunt," said Fred, "what nice, clean, little ducks! I like these ducks
"They are nice birds, Fred," said Aunt Jane, "but they are not ducks.
They are doves. See, their house is over the stables, and has a great many
small doors. Look how they pass in and out, and fly down to pick up grains
from the straw. Their house is called a dovecote."
Then Aunt Jane gave Rose a basket full of barley to throw about for the
cocks and hens to feed on.
Just then, Uncle Mark called to them, "Come in, come in; we want to be
fed too. It is breakfast time."
And after breakfast they went to play in the garden and in the farmyard,
till they were hot and tired, and Uncle Mark said they had better go in and
rest, and be dressed for dinner.

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Then you shall tell me," said Uncle, "if you like the chickens best in
their feather dresses, or on the table dressed in parsley and butter."

WEDNESDAY.-When breakfast was over the next morning, Ada said,
" Two days are gone, Aunt Jane; now what shall we see new to-day ?"
"Will is going with me," said Uncle Mark, "to the stable-yard, to see my
best friends. Who will go with us?"
"Oh, Uncle Mark !" said Ada, "we should all like very much to see your
best friends; but why do you let your friends stay in the stable-yard?"
"Because they like to spend their holidays there," said Uncle. They
have a good feast there, and plenty of play."
You girls know nothing," said Will, who had a good deal of conceit.
"The best friends of the farmer are his horses; we, men, know that very
"How proud you are, Will!" said Ada; "but you are only a boy yet.
And girls know a great deal. I can hem and knit, and Rose can play on the
piano, which you cannot."
God gives us all the right sort of work to do," said Uncle Mark; and we
must do his will, and not be proud because we do it. rLook at my poor
Captain, the best of my horses; he does more work than any one here, and yet
you see Captain is not proud."
"Does Captain do anything else but eat hay all day?" said Fred, who was
rather afraid of that long tail which Captain was always whisking about to
drive the flies from his back.
He does a great deal more," said Uncle. "In the spring he draws the
heavy plough; in summer he works in the hay-field; and in autumn he leads
the ripe corn from the field to the barn. Then he carries me safely to fair or
market. Captain is a true friend; do you not think so, Fred?"
Yes, Uncle," said Fred; but for all that I am rather afraid of Cantain:
he is so big, and has such a great tail, and such thick hard feet. I like the
pretty little horse that Will calls a pony best. It looks very good. May I
pat it?"
Yes, my little boy," said Uncle Mark, "you may pat it; and ride on it,
too, if you like. It is called Jessy, and Jessy is a great pet, and will eat a
piece of bread from your hand."
"I dare not ride," said Fred, and Ada ran away for fear she should be put
upon Jessy. Rose said she thought she should like to try, and Will said, Of
course, Uncle, I shall be glad to ride: all men ride I will show you how to
ride, girls."


So when the pony was saddled, John helped Will to mount; but as soon
as Jessy began to move he caught hold of the mane, and then fell over her
head. He was not hurt, and they all laughed at him; but he tried again,
and before the day was over had learnt to ride.

THURSDAY.-When Thursday came, Rose said, How fast the days
do go by, mamma! and how sorry we shall be when Monday comes again,
and we have to go home How much nicer it is to go with Dolly to see her
milk Buttercup, and to pull flowers in the wide fields 1"
Is there anything new for us to see to-day, mamma ?" Ada asked.
"Yes, my dear," said mamma: "you shall see something quite new.
When you have eat your good breakfast you shall go to see the pigs eat their
good breakfast; but I do not wish you to learn to eat from the pigs."
So mamma and Aunt Jane went with the little girls to see the pigs, which
were kept in a low house in the farmyard. Before their house they had a
large square yard, where a great deal of clean straw was spread for them. In
this yard they could walk about or lie down; and there were stone troughs,
which were filled with such food as pigs only love. There were cabbage-
leaves, turnips, carrots, and the pods of peas and beans, mixed with milk,
and many scraps of meat that did not look very nice; and Ada said,-
"What a mess! Aunt Jane, will the pigs eat all that ?"
"Watch them, Ada," said the Aunt.
Rose and Ada then saw the greedy pigs put their noses into the trough,
and pull out large cabbage-leaves and turnips, and drag them about on the
straw, and push each other to get to the trough, and eat such a great deal,
that the little girls would look no more, for they said, "the pigs were so greedy,
iL made them feel quite sick to see them eat, and their food looked so nasty."
Perhaps, Ada," said mamma, you would like better to see them eat
plum-cake ?"
"Well, mamma, plum-cake is so very good, you know !" said the little girl.
But still, Ada, it would be all the same if they were so greedy," said
To be sure it would, my dear girls," said mamma; and when little
boys and girls eat more plum-cake than they ought-more than is good for
them-they are much worse than pigs, for they have been taught good
things, and know when they do wrong. Now the pig is greedy because it
is only a beast, and cannot tell right from wrong."
I will only take one piece of plum-cake next time," Ada said to mamma
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the pigs."
But we must not think too much about the pigs now," said Aunt Jane,
"or we shall not enjoy our own dinner, which will soon be ready."
Then the little girls were dressed in their neat white frocks, and mamma
said they must not run out alone into the farmyard, as they had done in their
morning dresses.
But Ada forgot what mamma had said, and thought she should like to
have one peep at the pretty ducks on the pond; for she did not mind the
quacking now, and knew that ducks did not eat little girls.
So she went on, but could not walk very well over the loose straw. Her
neat slippers were stuck over with bits of straw and hay; she fell down very
often, but she was not much hurt, the ground was so soft; only her frock got
stains and spots all over it, and looked as if it had been worn a month.
Then she heard a very loud noise, and when she looked round she saw a
large bird, with wings spread out, and such an ugly redhead: it cried out,
"Gobble! gobble!" and poor Ada was quite sure it was coming to gobble
her up.
How fast she ran and kept her head turned round to see if the ugly bird
was behind her, and never once looked for the pond till she fell into it. The
ducks all quacked very loud, as if they were saying, "What do you want in
our pond?"
When Ada got her head out of the mud, she called out, "Mamma!
mamma!" and John heard her cry, and came to her, and pulled her out of the
pond, and took her to the Louse. But her clothes were quite wet; and her
frock was green and brown with the weeds and mud of the pond.
So Ada had to have all her clothes taken off, and then she was put to bed;
very sorry, for you may be sure there were no strawberries and cream for her
that night.

FRIDAY.-" Who is ready for a long wnlk?" said Uncle Mark. Who
will come with me to see the sheep washed in the river? I must have no
children that will not do as they are bid, for if they should fall into the river
there might be no time to pull them out."
We will be good! we will do as we are bid !" said Will, and Rose and
little Fred.
But Ada put her hands before her face, and only said, I will try to be a
good girl, Uncle Mark. I will try not to forget what you say. Will you
please to let me go?"


I will let you go, my little girl," said Uncle Mark; for all the people in
the world, men and women, as well as boys and girls, can do no more than try
to be good, and pray for God's help to make them so. Get your large hats;
but we will have no white frocks, if you please."
They walked on through many fields, where Uncle showed them the grass,
md the corn, and the turnips growing, till they came to the side of the river
where the sheep were to be washed.
The sheep had been brought from their fields, and were shut up in a small
piece of ground with rails all round it; and they were all crying Baa! baa!"
at once, for they did not like to be brought from their sweet quiet fields to this
strange place.
Then the farmer's men all went to the rails, which Will called the prison,
and each man took hold of a sheep, and dragged it out to the river and threw
it in, where it swam about crying very loud, and trying to get out. But the
man went into the water too, and held it down, and rubbed the wool well for
a long time to make it quite clean. You may be sure the poor sheep did not
want to have clean wool; it would have liked much better to have been left at
home, and worn its coat dry and dirty.
When the sheep were quite clean the men let them come out of the water,
and they shook themselves and made great showers of the drops of water from
their wool; and they trembled very much indeed, for sheep are great cowards;
then they began to eat the grass, and the hot sun made their wool dry very
Now, Will," said Uncle Mark, "what shall we do with the sheep when
their fleeces are quite dry?"
Let them go home to their pastures with their clean coats," said Will.
Not yet," said Uncle. We have not done with them yet. They must
be taken to the shearers, who, with their large, sharp scissars, will cut all this
thick, warm wool from their backs, as we want it to be spun and woven, and
made into warm blankets and coats for winter."
But, Uncle," said little Fred, the poor, dear sheep will be very cold if
you take away their warm wool."
For a day or two they will feel cold, perhaps," said Uncle; but the
wool will grow again before the cold days come. It is now summer, and they
can move about better without all that heavy wool. You would not like to
wear your warm winter coat now, Fred?"
No, indeed, Uncle," said Fred. And now I know you are very kind to
the poor sheep when you cut off their wool."
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washed the sheep, and all the men who are to shear them, are to have supper
at Uncle Mark's. You will sec what large pieces of beef, what legs of mutton,
and what great round plum-puddings these men will eat. But you must not
think they are pigs; they are men who are very hungry with hard work, and
they must have more to eat than such lazy people as we are."

SATURDAY.-Next morning, after breakfast, Uncle Mark called out,-
Come, girls and boys, I call on you for help. This is Saturday, the last
day of the week, and I want to make a field of hay safe. See how the sun
shines, and seems to say to us, Work to-day, for to-morrow is God's day, when
you may not work. Then come along, little and great, to the hay-field. No
one must be idle to-day."
Uncle rode on Captain and took little Fred before him, and Ada rode
behind Will on Dobbin, who drew the cart, and Rose rode on Jessy, and
mamma and Trusty walked beside them till they came to the busy field, where
many people were working amongst the sweet hay.
Oh, mamma said Rose, no one who lives in town can think how nice
it is to be in a hay-field. How sweet the hay smells and how merry all the
people are, as they toss about the hay! Uncle, may I have a rake, and will
you show me how to work?"
How silly you are, Rose !" said Will. "It is a very easy thing to work
at hay. I shall not soon tire, I can tell you, Uncle."
I am glad to hear it, Will," said his Uncle. We should not get our
work well done, if our people began so soon to say they were tired. Pray
work away, my clever man."
Will always boasted too much, and when he had worked half an hour he
looked very red, and threw down the rake, and said,-
I did not think it was such hard work; but it is such a hot day, and my
arms ache so much I cannot lift them. Oh, dear!"
Then Will sat down on the hay, and his Uncle laughed at him.
Will was very sorry he had been so silly, and he sat down by mamma,
with his brother and sisters, on the heaps of hay which were called hay-cocks,
and they watched the strong horses draw large loads of hay to one place.
Then the men reached the hay up and made a large heap, which they called a
Sometimes Uncle Mark made all the men and women sit down to rest;
then the baskets that came in the cart were brought, and they had bread and
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When the stack was made they all went home, and the people that had
worked so hard had their wages paid, and Aunt Jane gave them tea and rich
cakes, and they went home very happy.
Then Will said, Uncle, I should like to be a farmer; I would give work
to all poor people, that they might earn money, and never be beggars."

SUNDAY.-How still and how happy the farm looked, as the children
looked from the parlour window when breakfast was over on the bright Sunday
morning !
The servants had milked the cows, and fed the pigs and the fowls, and they
were now in their neat Sunday dresses, ready to go to the church, which was
over the fields.
How quiet it is, Aunt Jane !" said Ada. "Do you think that the horses,
and the cows, and the fowls know that it is Sunday?"
I think they will know," said Fred, for they will hear the church-bells
No one but God knows what animals think," said Aunt Jane, if they do
think, indeed; for you know they cannot speak as we do. But Trusty knows
very well when it is Sunday. On other days he always starts up from his
sleep, to follow his master to look after work, but on Sunday he knows very
well he must not follow him to church; so he just lifts up his head and wags
his tail, as much as to say, I know what is right, and then he lies down again
to sleep."
They walked quietly over the sweet green fields, and Uncle Mark showed
them that all he did would be in vain if God did not bless his work; and for
this blessing he must pray. Then they all said their prayers in the house of
God, and asked God to bless themselves and all those they loved.
How happy they all felt as they walked home! The pretty flowers were
looking up as if they praised God who made them; and the lark was singing
a hymn in the sky. All things in the world seemed to be at peace.
Then Rose said to mamma, in a very low voice,-
I will tell you now, mamma, what my thoughts were. I was praying to
God to teach me always to do his will while I live, that I may live with him
after I die. For if all be so sweet here on the Sabbath day, how far more
peaceful and happy it must be in the Sabbath of Heaven !"
The children went home next day to the busy life of town; but they never
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"On, Cousin Charles!" said Emma Campbell, do
go out and tell that naughty boy he must be punished,
if hlie is so cruel as to beat the poor donkey, who canr.
not draw that heavy cart."
"A very unlikely thing, Emma," said Charles, that
I should run after all the boys in the streets of Lon-
don, who choose to beat their ugly, stupid donkeys."
"You are quite wrong, Charles," said the good
girl. "God meant us to be kind to animals; we owe
much to them: and it is unjust to beat the donkey,
for it is not formed, like the horse, to draw heavy
I do not care for such dull, slow animals," said
Charles; "nobody ever liked a donkey."
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see how gently and carefully he carries me. He
does not start in the least, when Frisk comes barking
at his heels, and he looks so sleek and smooth, you
could never call dear old Dogberry ugly."
"Why do you call your donkey Dogberry ?" said
Charles, laughing.
Papa gave him the name," said Emma, after a
foolish man in one of Shakspeare's plays."
The name has some fun in it," said Charles, so
perhaps I may bear with Dogberry. What other
dumb favourites have you, Emma?"
"You will surely like my pretty tame pigeons,
Charles," said Emma. Some have tails spread like
a fan; some little strutting birds, with puffed-out
breasts, look as proud as princes. Pigeons are never
ugly; their plumage is pretty, and they differ so much
in colour or form, that I know all my own birds.
They are never at rest, flying in circles round their
house, and playing so prettily: sometimes the very
young ones, before they can fly, do get, a tumble from
their house upon the turf below."
Do they break their necks ?" asked Charles.
They are seldom hurt," said Emma, for they
spread their wings as they fall, and so save them-
selves from the shock. The day before I left home,
I found a tiny bird lying on the ground, and the two
old ones flying round it in great distress. So I called
little Will, who got a ladder from the stables, to place








against the pigeon-house. Then he took the little
thing very gently, and put it through one of the holes
into the nest; and you may be sure the poor father
and mother were not long after it."
"I think I should rather like the pigeons," said
Charles, "because I should always be thinking of
pigeon-pie, when I saw them."
Then I suppose," said Emma, "you would like
my Turkeys, because they would remind you of
Christmas dinners."
Well, Emma," said he, I am quite sure you
cannot make me like a Turkey, except on the table,
with oyster-sauce. I once saw one hanging in the
larder, which had been sent to Mamma from Norfolk.
It was' not alive, but the feathers were on, aiid:-the
most frightful head I ever saw,: it looked like one of
the Harpies in the Fairy Tales ."
It is, to be sure, more curious than pretty,"
said Emma; "but I like my Tfrkeys. The tender
Turkey-hen is a kind mother to' her chicks. The
proud Turkey-cock is somewhat noisy; he cries out,
in his strange language, 'Gobble! gobble!' and if
he saw you near, would run after you as fiercely as
if he meant to eat you up but you need only face
him boldly, and clap your hands, and the coward
will run away. He is only afraid you should hurt
hIs mate or his chicks. With the Turkeys I keep
my Guinea-fowls, which are also foreign birds, but
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think their curious cry, 'Come back! come back!' is
very mournful."
The Guinea-fowls are not so ugly as the Turkey,"
said Charles, "so I may like them; they are not
common fowls."
"But I must not have you to despise common
fowls," said Emma. You must see my ducks and
geese, hens and chickens, all common, and very
"Useful when they are dead," said Charles; "but
who cares for them alive ? Roast duck or boiled fowl
is very well; but what pleasure is there in seeing a
flock of noisy animals, which, I dare say, are always
eating and drinking?"
Do you think we feed our fowls on beef and ale,
Charley ?" said his cousin. They have nothing but
a few handfuls of corn every day; and I wish you
saw the old hen teaching her tottering little chicks to
peck! Oh, Charles! you, who love custard so well,
should like the useful hen."
What do you mean, Emma? Custards are not
made of hens, are they?" said Charles.
What a great many things there are you do
not know, Charley!" said Emma. Custards, and
puddings, and many other nice things, are made with
the eggs of the hens, and ducks, and Turkeys that
you scorn so much, and which I love to feed and take
care of. The Cock you would think a very hand-
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If he is a brave fellow," said Charles, I shall
like him; and I suppose I must like the hens, on
account of the puddings and custards. Plain animals
may be useful. Have you any rabbits at Merton,
Emma? Bob Scott was very much laughed at in the
school, for he was always talking about his rabbits."
Willy has a great many tame rabbits, black, and
white, and grey, and striped, and spotted, and marked
so curiously, that we know every rabbit, and have a
name for each. There is Nigel, a large black fellow,
with erect ears; and Lop, with his drooping lop-ears;
and Magpie, and Snowball, and Grannyd Grey, and
many odd names, which we are sometimes puzzled
to invent."
I shall like the rabbits, Emma," said he: do
you feed them? or do they run about in the fields ?"
"Oh, no; poor creatures!" said Emma: "they
would soon be eat up by the fox, or the weasel, or
some hungry dog. They cannot scamper off, like the
wild rabbits; their limbs are stiff, and they are lazy,
with their easy well-fed life. The gardener gives us
every day a basket of cabbage-leaves, lettuces, and
carrots, and the cook gives us pods of peas and beans.
In winter, they have sometimes a little corn or meal;
and they have warm hutches, and a large house,
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If all your dumb favourites were funny ani-
mals, like Magpie and Granny Grey, I dare say
I should like them well enough, Emma," said
"Sheep are not funny animals, Charles," said
Emma; but I am very fond of the quiet, clean,
useful sheep, though certainly they are not brave,
but would run away from a baby. They are cowards,
because they have no means of defending themselves;
they have no strong claws, like the tiger, nor sharp
teeth, like the lion, nor horns, like the bull. But
God has kindly ordered that the timid, feeble sheep
I as but few foes. Of these, only man is dangerous;
md the poor animals have an er.sy life, nibbling away
at the short grass, till they are fat enough to be sold
to the butcher."
"I should not like to lead that sort of easy life,"
said Charles; "just to eat, and sleep, and when you
least expect it, to have a butcher's knife plunged
into you."
"That is because we greedy creatures must have
mutton," said Emma. "But we take care of the
sheep while it lives; the shepherd watches it by
day, and at night it is shut into a fold, where no sly
fox can enter, to snap up a young lamb. In the
winter, the thick wool keeps it warm, and in sum-
mer we clip it away, that the sheep may be cool,
and that we may have the wool to spin and weave
into blankets, and coats, and cloaks. And so you

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