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"OH, such an -accident," cried Kate,
"Has happened to my doll;
Its darling nose is melted off,
Its eyes won't work at all.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! what shall I do ?
Its face is almost gone!"
Said Maggie, looking very grave,
Why, put another on."
The thing was done, and Katie's doll
Looked quite as good as new.
I think we might do just the same
In picture books-don't you?
We do not always want new friends;
" We love the old ones best;
So here are four with faces new--
Look at them, while I rest.
ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.
ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.
COME, gather round me, little ones,
And hearken unto me,
And you shall hear a tale about
A lad that went to sea-
About a lad that ran away,
Oh, many years ago,
And left his home an'd parents dear-
Young Robinson Crusoe!
Now when this lad grew up a man,
It came about one day, ;
That he was cast upon a rock-
An island far away.
And there to shield him from the storm,
Xnd keep him safe and sound,
He built a house, and thatch'd it o'er,
And fenced it round and round.
.Far off upon a sandy bank
His ship lay all a wreck;
And oft-times when the sea was low
He got upon the deck,
For many things he there had found
That he could bring ashore,
Upon the raft that he had made,
And carry to his store.
Two kittens and a faithful dog,
With powder, guns, and shot,
Three cheeses and a chest oftools
'Mong other things he got.
And now he bravely went to work,
Made tables, chairs, and stools,
:And shelves around:his little home,
On which to'lay his tools.
He set a cross upon the beach,
Lest time should go astray,
And with his kilife he cut a notch,
To mark each passing day.
He caught and tamed a little kid,
That trotted at his heels;
And with his dog and cats at home,
It shared his daily meals.
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Yet sometimes he grew very sad,
And then he sat him down
Upon the shore, and thought his God
Looked on him with a frown.
And he would gaze upon the sea,
Across the billows wild;
And wring his hands and cry aloud,
And weep like any child.
He thought upon his father's words-
His mother's prayers and tears;
How they would grieve for him, their son,
:Away so many years!
Then he would fall upon his knees,
And clasp his hands in prayer,
And ask his God with many tears,
His wicked life to spare.
At times with gun upon his back,
He roamed the island round,
Where melons, grapes, and sugar-canes,
All growing wild he found.
A parrot, that some years before
He artfully had caught,
Would hop upon his thumb, and shriek
The lessons it was taught.
And so to keep it snug, he made
A cage to put it in:
He made a big umbrella too,
And'all his clothes of skin. .*
I wot he was the strangest sight
That ever you might see;
In jacket, breeches, cap, and shoes,
A hairy man looked he.
With big umbrella o'er his head,
His sword hung at his side,
His gun and axe upon his back,
He rambled far and wide.
Now on the island herds of goats
Were running wild and free;
But when he tried to 'catch the things,
Away they all would flee.
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And so, to get them in his power,
He dug pits in the ground;
And there one morn at break of day,
A goat and kids he found.
The goat he let away again,
For it was fierce and strong;
The little kids he tied with strings,
And took with him along.
And then from running wild again,
His little flock to keep,
A piece -of ground he fenced around,
Whert they might feed and sleep.
His crops of barley and of rice,
Now rich and ripe had grown;
For seeds he found upon the wreck,
He long ago had sown.
The corn he pounded into meal,
And made it into bread;
The rice he baked in little cakes,
At times to eat instead.
At length he longed when days were fine,
Upon the waves to float;
So with his tools he went to work,
And made a little boat.
He set a mast and sail before,
A rudder, too, behind;
And with his dog and gun on board,
He sped before the wind.
One summer morning as he walked -
Abroad, with gun in hand,
He stood aghast as he beheld
A footprint in the sand!
Though many years had passed away,
Since to that lonely place
He came, yet he had never caught
A sight of human face.
He thought of dreadful savages,
All naked, wild, and black;
And paused at every step he took,
To look in terror back.
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He dreamt about them in the night,
And thought of them by day;
And scarce would stir, lest they by chance
Should come across his way.
At last one day he climbed a hill,
Where oft he used to lie,
And took with him his telescope,
To see what he could spy.
And looking off towards the shore,
A sight he did behold,
That set his very hair on end,
And made his blood run cold.
A band of painted savages,
He saw to his dismay,
All dancing round a fire, on which
A human body lay.
* He saw them kill a helpless man,
And one was standing by,
All in an agony of fear,
For he, too, was to die.
But ere his enemies had time
A hand on him to lay,
He turned and bounded like a roe,
Across a stream he swam with speed,
Close followed by his foes;
But he was saved by our good friend-
The man in hairy clothes !
A young and comely man he was,
So timid and so shy,
With tawny skin and hair of jet,
And mild and beaming eye.
And oft he paused and looked around,
And knelt as if in fear;
But Crusoe made him signs to come,
And softly he drew near.
SThen Crusoe named him Friday there,
And ever called him so,
Because upon that very day
He saved him from the foe.
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And Friday quickly learned to work,
For ready hand had he;
And helped, in time, to build a boat
And launch it in the sea.
His master taught him many things,
Of GoIie told him too,
Who made the sun and moon and stars,
And watches all we do.
A touching sight it was to see,
Poor Friday kneel to pray--
Tahear him cry to God for help,
In his poor broken way.
Where'er he was, in house or field,
He ever was the same;
Obeyed his master with a smile,
', And feared his Maker's name.
One morning Friday came in haste,
In trembling and in awe,
And told his master three canoes
SUpon the beach he saw.
Then Crusoe bade him bring the guns,
And prime without delay;
And soon they beat the savages,
,And drove them all away.
In one canoe upon the sands,
Half dead and strongly bound,
All ready for to kill and eat,
A poor old man they found.
When Friday saw his face he paused,
Another look to take, [wept,
Then laughed and cried, and sobbed and
As if his heart would break.
He clasped the old man round the neck,
And kissed him o'er and o'er;
And leapt and danced with very joy,
To see that face once more.
He gave him food, he brought him drink,
He cut his bonds in twain;
The dear old father that he loved,
Nor thought to see again.
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Poor Friday, though his skin was black,
His heart was warm and kind.
My little ones, a lesson this,
For all to bear in mind.
Now eight and twenty weary years,
Had Crusoe been ashore,
Upon his island night and day,
Nor thought to leave it more.
Then oh, what joy was his to see
One morn a spreading sail
Come dancing o'er the waters blue,
Before the swelling gale.
He watched with Friday from a hill,
Though distant many a mile,
Until he saw a boat put off
And row towards the isle.
And now at last his trials o'er,
With grateful heart he trod
Once more on board an English ship,
And bowed in thanks to God.
His faithful Friday went with him;
His Friday true and kind,
Who loved him more than all on earth,
He could not leave behind.
His big umbrella, too, he took,
His hairy cap as well; ;
And parrot with its noisy tongue,
Of other days to tell.
And then with heavy heart he turned,
To bid his home adieu;
And soon, as onward sped the ship,
It faded from his view.
And when old England's shore he saw,
Oh, he shed many tears;
For he had been away in all
Full five and thirty years.
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DOBBIN THE BLACKSMITH.
THE village forge old Dobbin kept,
And earned his bread from day to day;
For up he rose when others slept,
And worked while others were at play.
The gossips of the town would pay
A morning visit to his shop;
And while old Dobbin worked away,
They talked as if they'd never stop.
Thus Farmer Dogberry, you see,
Lays down the law to Beadle Dio;
While Ploughman Ox appears to be
The wisest of the idle trio.
But Dobbin only blinks his eyes,
For he has honest work .to do,
And thinks that talk, however wise,
Will never mend a horse's shoe.
Like Dobbin, let us learn to keep
A watchful eye and silent tongue;
And never let -our conscience sleep
When idle gossips we're among.
TABBY THE PIPER.
As Tabby lay basking one day in the sun,
A-longing for something to eat,
He thought to himself wouldd be capital fun
To play on a pipe for his meat.
So Tabby, who was an ingenious cat,
Ran off to his home in the mews,
Where he put on a coat and a wide-awake hat,
And breeches and stockings and shoes.
And then in the road, with his pipe in his mouth,
He played such a comical air,
That he startled the folk in the north and the south,
And the east and the west of the square.
From Piggy the porter he got but a laugh,
From Ducky the housemaid a quack,
And Carlo the groom gave him nothing but chaff,
So Tabby went dinnerless back.
So people who sometimes, led on by conceit,
Attempt what they cannot well do,
A warning should take from poor. Tabby's defeat,
Or they may get ridiculed too.
DOCTOR DONKEY'S ACADEMY.
DOCTOR DONKEY kept a school
For all the brute creation;
But many thought him more a fool,
Than beast of education.
'Tis true he never much professed
Of learning taught at College;
But then the patience he possessed
Went further than his knowledge.
The worthy doctor here you see,
His scholars catechising;
That they should all so quiet be
Is really most surprising.
There's pert Miss Poll, and Pussy Cat,
Fox, Elephant, and Monkey,
And Piggy, with a dunce's hat,
All listening to a donkey.
If .thus a brute the beasts can tame,
By patience exercising;
There's scarce a virtue we can name
More worthy our advising.
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TtE ARTFUL "FOX.
HERE'S a sly, old, cunning Fox,
Trying to appear devout;
Do you think those well-fed Cocks
Kpow what Reynard is about?
"Let us shut our eyes," quoth he,
"Say our grace before our meat;.
SSurely we should thankful be
That we've barley here to eat."
But barley's not the food he seeks,
Nor any other kind of grain;
For Reynard to the farm-yard sneaks
A better supper to obtain.
"No, no," replies the eldest bird,
"You look as if you'd like to sup;
And I remember to have heard
That Cocks are sometimes eaten up."
Thus wickedness too often tries,
To make itself a friend appear;
So mind you never shut your eyes ,
When danger may be lurking near.
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THERE are some dogs that much prefer
Their neighbour's dinner to their own;
So Tofvser, like a selfish cur,
Robbed honest Toby of his bone.
Old Toby raised a hue and cry,
And all the village dogs gave: chase;
Till Watchman Trusty's practised eye,
Discovered Towser's hiding-place.
Then to the barn, where Caesar sat,
Arrayed in solemn wig and gown,
They took the wicked Towser, that
Before had braved the judge's frown.
The cunning counsel, Carlo, tried
To plead a melancholy tale;
But Guilty" all the jury cried,
And so the thief was sent to jail.
As Towser lost his liberty,
Some silly persons lose their name;
And those who have not honesty,
Will taste his pain and share his shame.
THE MISCHIEVOUS MONKEYS.
OLD Jacky the carpenter's very well known
To all in the village around;
He lives in a neat little house of his own,
Where mischievous monkeys abound.
Each day after dinner he sits in his chair,
The youngsters all being away;
And tries to get forty winks quietly there,
While they in the fields are at play.
But sometimes it happens that, ere he awakes,
These mischievous monkeys come back;
And each some impertinent liberty takes
With the tools of old Carpenter Jack.
They play with his whiskers and tickle his chin,
While Jacky sleeps sound as a church;
But if they awake him he'll surely begin
To give them a taste of the birch.
The young should remember to honour the old,
And never be rude in their play;
For they will wish children to do what they're told,
When they become aged and grey.
E SOP'S FABLES.
THE MAN AND
THERE lived a man, in olden time,
Beneath a sunny, Eastern clime,
Who, with one consort not content,
The marriage yoke twice under-
One of his wives was passing fair,
With light blue eye, and golden
The other, more advanced in age,
Had entered on life's second stage.
The husband, too, had now begun
Into the vale of years to run-
His hair no longer dark remained,
But black with white alternate
HIS TWO WIVES.
The young wife from her husband's
All the white hairs would extricate;
The elder, in more sombre mood,
Would all the darker locks exclude.
So each, according to her pride,
Alternately her care supplied,
Her husband's locks to comb and
Seeking her own peculiar end.
Unconscious of his wives' intent,
Thepoor man sat in calm content,
As from his head, from day to day,
Hairs disappeared, both black and
Until at last, no longer blind,
The unhappy man awoke, to find
That, twixtt the hands of this fond pair,
He had not left a single hair!
THE LION IN LOVE.
A LION once met a Forester's
daughter, and fell so deeply in
love with her that he determined
to ask her father for her hand
in marriage. The wily Forester,
fearing to arouse the beast's
anger by a refusal, consented on
these conditions: that he would
allow him to draw out all his
teeth, and cut off all his claws.
The Lion, in the blindness of his
passion, agreed to this; but he
had no sooner lost his teeth and
claws, than the Forester slew him
with his club.
THE BROTHER AND SISTER.
A CERTAIN man had a son who
was extremely beautiful, and a
daughter who was somewhat
plain. As they were playing near
a looking-glass, the Boy, seeing
his fape, remarked how handsome
he was. The Girl, taking offence
at this self- glorification, ran to
her father, and complained of
her brother's vanity. But their
father told them both to look in
the glass every day-the Boy to
preserve his face from the effects
of vice, and the Girl to make up
for her defects by virtue.
THE MAN AND THE LION.
As a Man and a Lion were travel-
ling together on a long journey,
they began to dispute with one
another as to which was the.
braver and stronger of the two,
Just at the time they happened
to pass by the statue of a man
strangling a lion. "See there!"
said the Man, "what further proof
can you need of my superior
power ?" "If this," said the Lion,
"is all that you have to show for
your cause, let us be the sculp-
tors, and we will soon show you
a lion strangling a man."
THE GOOSE AND THE GOLDEN EGGS,.
A CERTAIN Man had a Goose-:
which laid him a golden egg
every day. The Man's avarice
was so stirred by the sight of
this rich income, that, fearing
it was too good to last long,
he determined to secure his
valuable property once and for
ever, without waiting to receive
it from day to day. So he
decided to kill the Goose on
the spot, and make sure of his
treasure; but on cutting her
open, he found that he had not
only gained nothing, but lost all.
THE MAN AND HIS WOODEN GOD.
A CERTAIN Man had a Wooden
God, to which he prayed day by
day for wealth and riches; but
finding that his supplications
were vain, he suddenly seized the
image by the legs and broke it
to fragments, when a great hoard
of gold and silver flew about the
room. At this he exclaimed to
the idol, "Oh, thou perverse
deity! who, when I worshipped
thee, wouldst take no heed of my
prayers, but now that thou art
destroyed, pourest forth more
good things than I could desire."
THE BUNDLE OF STICKS.
A FATHER, who had failed to
reconcile his quarrelsome family
by words, thought that he might
succeed by an illustration. So
he called his sons together, and
directed them to lay before him
a bundle of sticks. "Now try to
break the faggot," said he. But
they all failed. Then he gave
them the sticks to break one
by one, and when they did this
easily, he said, So will you, my
sons, while united, be invincible;
but separate, and you will as
certainly be undone."
MERCURY AND THE WOODMAN.
A WOODMAN let his axe fall into
a river, when Mercury appeared
to him, and brought up a golden
hatchet. But the man said that
was not his; and the same with a
silver one. Mercury then brought
up the lost hatchet, which the
man took with joy; and the god
gave him the gold and the silver
ones too. Another man, hear-
ing of this, threw his axe into
the stream; and, when Mercury
brought up a golden one, he said
it was his. But the god would
not give him even his own.
THE ASS AND THE LAP-DOG,
AN Ass and a Lap-Dog belonged
to the same master; but the one
lived in the stable, and the other
in the house. Jealous of the
Dog's life, the Ass thought to
out-do his rival in fondness to
his master. So, rushing one day
into the hall, he began to dance
and caper about, and finally tried
to caress his master and sit upon
his knee. The servants seeing
this, came in with sticks and
cudgels, with which they thrashed
the stupid beast so unmercifully,
that he never got up again.
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THE MOUNTAIN IN LABOUR.
A RUMOUR was spread abroad
that a neighboring Mountain
was in labour, inasmuch as it had
been heard to send forth pro-
digious groans and mutterings.
Great curiosity was felt among the
people as to what the wonderful
birth would be-perhaps a giant,
or some extraordinary monster of
the earth. Crowds flocked from
far and near, filled with impa-
tience to witness the result,
when, after a long and anxious
watching, to the dismay of all,
behold, out crept a mouse!
THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN,
AN Ass, having found a Lion's
skin, clothed himself with it, and
went forth to roam through the
forest ini royal attire. All the
animals that encountered him
fled in consternation, mistaking
him for their real monarch. At
length he met a Fox; but Rey-
nard, whose superior cunning
detected the fraud, addressed him.
thus: "You are, indeed, a merry
Ass to wander abroad in this
borrowed majesty; and I, too,
might have been deluded, had I
not heard your silly bray!"
THE TREES AND THE AXE,
A WOODMAN went into a forest
to ask the different trees to give
him a handle for his axe. After
some consultation, it was decided
by the more powerful trees that
the homely ash would be the
most suitable for the purpose.
Having obtained his request, the
Woodman proceeded to fell all
the finest trees in the forest.
Thus they found to their cost
the evil of sacrificing even one
of the poorest of their brethren
to the wily demands of the
most plausible foe.
THE TOWN AND COUNTRY MICE.
A Town Mouse was on a visit to
his Country Cousin, and while at
their frugal meal, he asked him,
"How can you waste your time
in this lonely place ? Come with
me, and I will show you how to
live." So the Country Mouse
went to town. But while they
were feasting luxuriously at mid-
night, the doors were burst open
by servants and barking dogs, so
that the Mice could hardly escape.
" If this is life," said the Country
Mouse, "give me my barley at
the bottom of my old oak."
THE FOX AND THE APE,
THE beasts being in council to
elect a king, the Ape, from his
talents and entertaining manners,
recommended himself to them as
a fitting monarch. But the Fox
determined to prove to his fellow-
beasts what a miserable choice
they had made. So, seeing a
trap nicely baited with flesh, he
conveyed the news of it to his
royal master. The Ape inno-
cently put his feet into it and-
was caught, and the Fox ex-
claimed, "What! a king, and
*not know a trap!"
THE OWL AND THE GRASSHOPPER.
AN Owl sat blinking in a tree,
but a Grasshopper, who was sing-
ing all day below, gave her no
rest, and often abused her. The
Owl, failing to persuade him to
silence, determined to try a stra-
tagem, and said, "How sweetly
you sing! it is quite a pleasure
to be kept awake all day by so
cheerful a voice. I pray you,
come and taste some nectar, as
you must be thirsty." The Grass-
hopper, flattered by this civility,
,went brisldy to drink, when the
Owl made a meal of him.
HERCULES AND THE WAGONER.
A WAGONER was driving his
cart down a narrow, muddy lane,
when the wheels stuck so fast in
the mire that the horses could
not stir them backwards or for-
wards; so, without making any
effort of his own, he went down
on his knees and prayed loud to
Hercules for aid. But Hercules,
looking down from a cloud, told
the idle fellow to flog his horses
lustily, and put his shoulder to
the wheel, reminding him at the
same time that Heaven only helps
those who help themselves
THE WOMAN AND THE WINE-CASK.
AN Old Woman, who was wan-
dering about in search of food,
found a Wine-Cask lying by the
road-side. The Cask was quite
empty, as all the choice sherry
sack with which it had been
filled had just been drawn off.
But the Old Woman put her nose
to the hole, and after snuffing
heartily for some time, exclaimed,
"Sweet creature! how delicious
must you have been when you
were full of sack, since your
very lees and dregs send forth
so refreshing a savour."
A RICH man once bought a
Blackamoor, and was foolish
enough to suppose that the colour
of his skin arose from the neglect
of his former master. So he
placed the unfortunate slave in a
large tub, and, with his servants,
proceeded to wash and scrub him
with brush, soap, and mop. But
all their efforts were in vain, for
the1 poor man's skin did not
change a shade of its colour, and
the only result was, that after
many washings the wretched
Blackamoor died of the cold.
THE HERDSMAN AND THE LOST BULL,
A HERDSMAN, who had lost a
beautiful and favourite Bull, went
searching for it in all directions,
. through wood and glade. Being
unable tb find it, he vowed to
all the nymphs and deities of
the forest that he would offer
to them a lamb as a reward for
its discovery. Just then he.saw
a huge lion standing over the
carcase of his Bull, which the
unhappy wight would now fain
offer to the gods as well, to
escape himself from the clutches
of the noble captor.
THE TRUMPETER TAKEN PRISONER.
A TRUMPETER, who had been
taken prisoner in war, begged
earnestly of his enemies for
quarter. "Spare me! I pray,"
said he; "for I have taken no
man's life in the battle, nor have
I any other arms than this poor
trumpet." "Nay," replied his
captors, "that is the very fault
we find with thee, and therefore
shalt thou die; for though thou
couldst take no part in the fray
thyself, yet to have stirred up
strife with thy wicked blast is
the greatest crime of all."
THE DOG INVITED TO SUPPER.
A MAN who had prepared a great
feast invited a Friend to supper,
and his Dog asked the Friend's
Dog to join them. The latter
accepted the invitation with glee,
and promised himself a splendid
repast. But while wagging his
tail, he happened to catch the
eye of the cook, who forthwith
threw him out of the window.
As he went yelping down the
street, he told his friends that
he had drunk so much that he
could hardly remember which
way he got out of the house.
HOW COCK SPARROW KEPT HIS CHRISTMAS.
ISAAC HARLEY was a shepherd. He lived in a pretty little cottage on his
master's farm, and he had a wife and one little daughter, named Kitty, and
a large dog nailed Bob. Isaac's house was not a very large one, but, if it
wasn't very big, it was very comfortable; and outside, it was so covered with
green ivy, and sweet-smelling woodbine, and roses, that it looked in the summer-
time more like a bower than a house, for the ivy trailed right up the great
chimney, and so on to the roof of the house, where it spread itself in all directions,
so that little Kitty, when she looked out of her bedroom window, had a garland
of ivy all around h*r pretty little face.
Mrs. Harley was a good, kind woman, and very clever. She could wash, and
brew, and bake, all in a superior manner, and she could make such lovely cheese-
cakes, that they were talked about five miles off and more. Many a farmer's
wife sent for Mrs. Harley, if she was going to have a feast, and the fame of Mrs.
Harley's pastry grew greater and greater every day. But she could do more
things than these; she could spin, and she could sew, and she could make lace.
This last accomplishment was the triumph of triumphs in Mrs. .Harley's eyes.
AH other things that she could do, she thought of as mere nothings by the side
of this great power. Her husband boasted of her cheesecakes, Mrs. Harley only
boasted of her lace.
If you had ever seen Isaac, you might be sure. you would have loved him.
He was such a good fellow. He had lived a country life all his days, and he
knew all the secrets the country hides fronmthose who don't wholly belong to it.
He knew where the owl's nest was, and whereabouts il'the wood you might find
a squirrel. He knew the fish parishes in the river, and could point out all the
big holes where the pirate pikes lay in waiting for their prey. He knew all about
the weather-not as to whether it had or had not been raining, which you' and I
know well enough, but wlbther it was likely to rain, or to be fine, to be hot or
c*)ld, or betwixt and between. He could run and ride, jump and swim; in fact,
all that it became a man to do in the country, that he could do, and could do it
And little Kitty ? Well, there is no use in attempting to deny it, little Kitty
was a duck. No other word can at all describe her. She had blue eyes, and
How Cock Sparrow kept his Christmas.
golden hair, and rosy cheeks, and such a tiny little neck, that her head looked
like a bud set on a slender stalk. Of course Mr. and Mrs. Harley loved Kitty
very much, and Kitty loved them too, and so they all loved one another, which
was as it should be, and very delightful. Now I must tell you that their house
had a garden. One part of it, nearest the house, was full of flowers; crocuses
and snowdrops in the spring-time, then tulips and pansies, roses when the days
were at their longest, lilies as the autumn drew near, and Michaelmas daisies, in
their half-mourning clothes, when the nights were getting long, and dark, and
cold again. In the other part of the garden were herbs and vegetables, and in
the furthest corner of all was a sumptuous mansion. This sumptuous mansion
was four feet high, and was built of wood and thatch. In front of it was a
commodious yard, at least six feet square. In one corner of the yard was a
lovely trough, and in these highly desirable premises lived Madam Pig and her
graceful family. Now you know all about the Harleys, who they were and how
they lived, I must tell you something about Cock Sparrow.
Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow had built themselves a sweet little nest, in a snug
corner of the ivy-covered thatch of Isaac Harley's house. In the nest there were
five little eggs, and Mrs. Sparrow sat warming them day by day. Very early
one morning, Mrs. Sparrow said to her husband, "Dick," said she, I do believe
our darling little chicks are breaking their shells." And so, indeed, they were;
and presently, instead of five little eggs, there was one little egg and four funny
little sparrows, with squabby little bodies all nalled, and soft yellow little beaks
and shrill little tongues, and very fierce appetites. Peet, peet," said all the spar-
rows at once, and away flew the father to fetch them a meal; then, when he came
with it, away flew their mother to fetch them another, until they left off saying
"peet, peet," and nestled themselves down warmly under their mother's wings.
Another day came, and still there were four little sparrows and one little egg.
And another day and another, and still this egg did not get hatched; so that the
poor dear mother began to grow sorrowful about it, and the poor dear father
began to ,hint that it was perhaps just as well as it was, and that four were easier
to feed than five would be. But while they were in all this doubt and perplexity,
the egg settled the matter itself, by cracking right in two one afternoon, and
letting out little sparrow number five. Peet, peet," he cried, and away flew his
parents to get him his dinner. Now just because he had given by far the most
trouble, his mother was far fonder of him than of his little brothers and sisters ;
not that she did not love them all very much indeed, but then she loved this
last little one the most.
So the days went on, and, as the sweet summer came, they seemed all to be
strong enough tp fly. "You had best wait," said the mother. You had best
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wait a bit, my dears, until your wing feathers are a little more grown; I am so
afraid you should tumble." And the father said, Nonsense about waiting; they
don't know what. they can do until they try, and I am quite sure they are big
enough to get their living." But the mother said," My dear, I would rather they
should wait:" and so for three days longer they waited. On the fourth day,
however, they all ventured out on the thatch, and their father and mother showed
them how to flutter their wings and spread out their tails; and so, one after the
other, they all got safely into the great apple-tree, which you must know stood
by the side of the cottage. Then they all hopped along its branches until they
got down to the lowest, which was not very far from the ground. "And now,"
said Mr. Sparrow, "let us fly to the garden palings," and away he went; but no,
the little ones were quite too frightened, and not one of them stirred. So then
the mother flew across, to show them how, and then both coming back flew
across again, together, and sat on the palings calling to their little ones. So at
last the biggest of the five flapped out his wings, and away he went, and got to
the palings safely enough, and so away the other four started after him. Three
of them were, as you know, large and strong, and they flew away famously; but
the other, the poor little fellow who was hatched last, felt his wings trembling
beneath him, and though he tried,his best he was not strong enough to fly so far,
Sand down he came, fluttering and tumbling, right upon the garden walk. "Oh,
dear; oh, dear," his mother cried; "he is killed ;" and away she flew to see, and
S away flew the father also, and all the other four little brothers and sisters fell
backwards off the top rail of the palings, overcome with emotion. But they
were quite too strong for such a little fall to hurt them. But not si their little
When Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow got to him they found him fluttering on the
ground, and though he was not dead, yet he was very much hurt, and his wing
seemed broken. What to do they didn't know; they couldn't carry him, nor get
him back to the nest; and his poor little wing hung down to the ground, and they
were all very sorrowful. Just at that moment the door opened, and out came
little Kitty and Bob the dog. The two old. >arrows flew round the little one,
and the mother opened her wings, and spread them out along the path, and
chattered and twittered, all in the hope of frightening away the fierce monster of
a dog, and protecting her darling. But Bob cared nothing for Mrs. Sparrow,
and walked slowly towards ler, whereupon she and her husband flew up into a
bush, and chattered and twittered so amazingly, that Kitty came along the path
to see what was the matter.
Soon she saw the little fellow on the ground, and lifting him up, she ran to
her mother, calling, Look, mother! look, mother I've caught a little sparrow."
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How Cock Sparrow kept his Christmas.
Now Isaac was sitting in his cottage, and he got up to see. Why, poor thing,"
he said, "it's but just fledged, and I think it's broke its wing trying to fly." So
he took it i4 his great big hand, and the poor little sparrow was, very much
frightened at first, but Isaac handled it so gently and tenderly that it soon began
to think he did not mean to hurt it.
So they thought it was best to get a little basket, too deep for the little
fellow easily to get out of; and they put a little bit of hay in it to make it warm
and soft, and a tiny little saucer full of bread soaked in milk; and then they put
the basket, with little C6ck Sparrow in it, on the window-sill. Presently the
two old birds left off twittering and chattering in the tree, and came near to
the house, in the hope of seeing what had become of their poor little fellow.
So they came nearer and nearer, and at last they ventured on to a rose-tree
overhanging the window, and by degrees they dared to perch on the outside sill
of the window within which the basket was. Now Isaac, and Mrs. Harley, and
Kitty, were standing in the room watching them, and Isaac said, when he saw
the old bird on the window-sill, that he thought if they hung the little basket
on the tree outside, the" o(l ones would perhaps come and feed the little one,
and take care of him. So they hung it up. on a low branch of the tree, and sure
enough, as soon a,;the little sparrow began to chirp and cry, its mother flew up
into the tree, and perched on :the basket-side, and fluttered her wings in delight
and called to the father, who came too, and so they flew off, and soon came back
with the little sparrow's dinner; and, considering all things, were very happy
indeed. Then they found their four other darlings, and took them back to their
nest, and then they flew back again to the little one in the basket. So, as night
came on, they didn't know what to do. They could hear the little ones in the
nest calling to them, and yet how could they go to them, and leave the poor
little fellow in the basket ? But while they werethinking what to do, out of the
house came Isaac and Kitty, and reaching down the basket, carried it into the
house. At this the two old birds felt very unhappy, as they couldn't know what
Isaac would do with him, and they flew back to their nest, and cried themselves
But they need not have been so very sorrowful, for the very first thrinfg in
the morning Isaac brought out the basket again, and hung it up as before; and
again the old birds came and fed their little one. So when on this night Kitty
carried the basket in once more, the old birds were not at all frightened, anr flew
away to their nest quite merrily. Thiidthey went on for several days, and each
day little Cock Sparrow grew stronger anc"'stronger, and at last he was quite well
and brave, and he could ierch on the edge of the basket; and at last, one day, he
followed his mother's example, and flew after her towards the old nest. But
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How Cock Sparrow kept his Christmas.
though he flew away, he had grown quite tame, and so fond of little Kitty, that
he would take food out of her hand, and sit upon her shoulder; and he had
grown quite fond of Bob also, and Bob had grown fond of him; and Kitty had
coaxed them' both, until little Sparrow .had learned to sit upon Bob's head, and
was as tame with Bob as he was with Kitty.
As for his four little brothers and sisters, they had grown so strong and big,
that they had all gone out into the wide world to make their fortunes, and only
this little Cock Sparrow stayed with his father and mother at home. Well, the
summer was ended, and the dark nights kept growing longer, and the days kept
getting shorter and colder, until at last, a little before Christmas, there came a
great frost and a deep snow. It was so cold that all the poor birds didn't know
what to do, and the snow was so thick on the ground that they didn't know
where to find' anything to eat; but every morning Kitty used to bring out
plentiful crumbs of bread for her Sparrow, and little Sparrow used to fly down to
eat-them, and carry back some of them to his father and mother; and so, though
the frost was so bitter and so keen, they were all very comfortable in the nest
in the ivy, and, indeed, grew quite fat on Kitty's crumbs.
Now Kitty had a grandmother, who lived in a very tiny little cottage, two
or three fields off her father's house, and there was a path leading from the one
cottage to the other, and Kitty used always to be running backwards and forwards
to see how grandmother was, as the old lady was rather feeble, and a little short
in her breath. And it had been settled that on Christmas-day Kitty should go
to her grandmother's to dinner, and that her father and mother should come
to fetch her in the evening; so Christmas-day having come, little Kitty set off on
her walk, wrapped up warmly in her pretty red cloak, and with a basket in
her hand, full of mince pies, for the poor dear old .grandmother. Away she
went she would soon be there, they thought, she was so used to the road, and
although the snow was deep, she was well used to that also. Although it was
Christmas-day, Isaac had to go to look after his sheep, and had of course taken
Bob with him; so Mrs. Harley set to work to boil the pudding and roast the
meat for their Christmas dinner, and to bake a large and lovely cake for Kitty's
tea. She was so very busy, that though she heard a tapping at the window she
took no notice of it for some time ; but at last she looked up, and there was little
Sparrow, sitting on the window-sill, flapping his wings, and tapping at the window
with his beak. Poor little bird!" thought Mrs. Harley; Kitty's forgotten to
give him his crumbs," and out she went to see; but no, he had not been for-
gotten, the crumbs had been put on the ground as usual, and, strange to say,
many of them remained uneaten. Perhaps he is cold," thought Mrs. Harley
and she left the door open to see if he would come into the kitchen; but no, he
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stayed outside, and kept first tapping at the window, and then, when Mrs.
Harley went towards it, off he flew down towards the garden gate, and then pre-
sently came back again. But she could make nothing. of it; so directly her
Husband came home, she told him what the bird had been doing, and while she
was tallying, back little Sparrow came a.g'ain, and began to tap at the window as
before. So Isaac went out, and again the bird flew towards the garden gate,
*. .and when Isaac stopped the bird stopped too, and fluttered his little wings,
'and flew a little way, and stopped again fluttering, until at last Isaac 'said,
"Something must be the matter; I'll go and see," and he whistled to Bob, and
away they went. Little Sparrow saw them coming, and flew this time right
down to the garden gate, and perched at the top, and as they came near it flew
a.little way into the field, and so by degrees tempted them along, always flying
Before them till he "got to the second stile, where, as Isaac knew, there was a
very deep ditch. All of a sudden a thought struck Isaac; he called to the dog,
Hie, Bob good dog hie on !" and away went Bob, at full speed, up to the
seco-nd stile. He looked down into the ditch, and then, with a loud bark, tore
..back again to Isaac; and he, well guessing what was the matter, ran as fast as
he could to -the stile. There, peeping out from a great drift of snow, was little
Kitty's red. cloak, and'deep down in the snow was poor Kitty herself. Isaac
jumped down into the ditch, and lifted out his poor little girl, all blue and cold,
and ran back with her to the cottage. There they put her to bed, and chafed
her little limbs with theip hands, until the warmth came back to her body, and
presently she opened her clear blue eyes. Now how glad they were, I leave you
to guess. So she told them by and by how she had slipped off the plank, and
ihad fallen into the snow, and how she had hurt her ankle so in falling, that she
Should not get up again, but that at each trial she made the snow had ,slipped
%more over her; and so, how she had called on them all till she could call no
minre; and the last thing she could remember was that the little Sparrow had
come and perched upon her as she lay in the snow, and had then flown away
again. Then she grew colder and colder, and remembered no more-until she
awoke in her own little bed.
So poor little Kitty was saved, and they were all so.happy together that I
couldn't tell you one-half of their happiness if I tried all day; and you may be
sure little Sparrow was happy too, and that he thpiught, as he tucked his little
head under his wing, how glad he was that he had heard poor Kitty calling as
she lay inl tihe drifted snow. And this is the tale of
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