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SI', : 1 I ,SIGNING THE "PLEDGE OF MERCY."We hereby pledge ourselves never to torment anyanimal, large or small, and to do all we can to preventothers doing so.
"|tp the firies ring the bellsOf the lilies white and fair,Then all the flowers awake,And with fragrance fill the air.And they drink the drops of dew,And smile up to the sun,And all together sing -" Good morning! day's begun!"o
A is trying to stand on his 00head.SBen and Bobby are makinga B."/C is holding a funny lamp.1D is calling the folks to[ tea.E E is eating a juicy pear.F has found a Chinesespoon._' G has a hoop and plays bo- Zpeep, withHarry and Hugh from morntill noon.0? I is tossing a rubber ball.K is an archer with arrowand bow.
L is tired and has gone Fto sleep.M is ill-natured and fretsand cries.i c N is always ready forplay.quite wise.i P is the boy across the way.Q is a fisher with hook and -lime.R has a horn that is heardafar.S is a comical friend ofSmine.IT is lifting a heavySbar.U is an idler, so I amtold.f jlj -/ -' --*- ^ r
V is blowing^ "with mightand main.Will and WalterShare soldiers ibold.X has borrowed his father'scane.Y, of all, is the wisest one.Z is glad the alphabet's done,and as school is out, away+'ki )out can rUn.k mnop rs tuv wx yz
fROTTY sits in a shady nook,Trotty is reading a story book.Two little birds look down to seeWhat the pretty story can be."" AMMA'S boy is eat-ing his supper;l sweet milk with whitebread broken into it. Themoon looks in at the win-Vm dow. What does the moonsay to mamma's boy? TheSoon cannot speak. If itSI could it would say that| i mamma's boy ought to bein bed and asleep.4
T BERTHA and Fredwere out walking.t Trip, their dog, was withtha them. It was warm, andSFred did not like to wearShis hat, so he put it onSTrip's head. As they- walked along throughS-- the woods they foundmany things to look at:flowers, leaves, butterflies, birds, and insects.At last they came to a curious little creature,that was sunning himself on a large flat rock.Here is the picture of the curious little creat-ure. Do you know his name?niHAT wise looking rabbitsthese are! Dou you sup-pose they are reading and writ-ing ? Rabbits cannot read; rab-bits cannot write; rabbits cannotspeak. They can hop about andnibble grass, but it would befoolish to send them to school.Little boys and girls can learnto read and write and spell.
D AY has come. Hear the oldclock on the stairs. -It strikes -fone, two, three, four, five.I'The sun is up, and the baby must ilbe up, too. Come, Baby.The hen and her chicks are outin the garden. \ ilHear the birds sing. They havebeen up a long time.Here is the little frock and apron, and hereare the stockings and shoes.Bring a bowl of fresh water, and the comband brush.Now we will wash the sleep out of the blueeyes, and curl the soft hair.Then we will go down stairs.Oh, what a clean, sweet Baby!I Here is my baby,Up with the sun,Laughing and crowing,. Brimming with fun.Here is my baby,IReady for play;'' i Give me a hug,EE-__ Then scamper away.4
HE hens and the chicks have had their break-fast, and the kitty has had hers, and thecow has had hers, and the horse has had his, andthe birds have had theirs. Now, Baby musthave breakfast, too. Bring the new milk andwhite bread; break! the bread into the milk. IDonot spill it on the table-cloth; Baby must learnto be neat. The bib is tied around his neck.t~o be neath. The biI is tied arou.n1d Is neck.
"JABY is lying on the sofa asleep. Snip isthe dog. He loves the baby. When thebaby takes a nap, Snip jumps upon the sofa andwatches. Snip is a good nurse. He will notlet any one come near while baby is asleep.By-and-by Baby will open her blue eyes andlaugh; then she and Snip will be all ready fora frolic.\ ERE is a fat spider in hisweb. He is on the watch_ yfor a fly. When one comes in"sight he will wait until it is"KI, near enough, and then dartu-upon it and bring it into hishouse. Poor fly! when once itsbright wings are caught in the spider's curiousweb, it can never, never get away again.4.
I"'"~ '" -- -- -'-SUPPER AND SLEEP.S IPPITY sup, sippity sup,Bread and milk in a china cup,Bread and milk from a silver spoon,Made of a piece of the silver moon!Sippity sup, sippity sup.Dippity dash, dippity dash,Wash his face with a merry splash!Polish it well with a towel fine,Dippity dash, dippity dash.Made of a c the 1silver mo"onIDippity dash, dippit; dash,eash his face wkith a merrr splash!Polish it well with a towel fine,0 how his eyes and his cheeks will shine!Dippity dash, dippitv dash,i
S uper and Slee .Rippity rip, rippity rip,Untie his strings with a pull and a slip,Down go his petticoats on the ground!And away he dances 'round and 'round!Rippity rip, rippity rip.Trittery trot, trittery trot,Off he goes to his pretty cot,Where he falls asleep with a little song,-Where the angels watch over him all nightlong!7"Trittery trot, trittery trot.
.I.. ii- -. " ""-OW, Miss Puss, I am sure you are out herefor no good. You are looking for a bird,but no bird shall you have. You are a bad cat-you are a very lazy cat, or you would stay athome in the cellar and catch mice." "Mew!mew! mew!" answered Miss Puss, and shelooked up into Mary's face as if there were agreat deal more she might say if Mary couldonly understand cat-talk. "I want you to goaway from these trees," said Mary, "and runhome and catch a mouse for your dinner. Thatis the way all good cats do. Scat! scat!" andaway ran Miss Puss with her tail in the air.
" O, I never came from a thing like that!"said the chicken. "I couldn't begin tostand up in it, and of course I couldn't sit downin it, and it isn't half big enough to hold me!"What do you think about it, little one?- -4
7HAT a very silly little fellow to be afraidBut Arthur is only a baby, and the cow looksto sister Bessie to be taken care of and cries soloud that I ,am sure the poor cow must be fright-'r,:, " -- /,' .- "'" Silly boy! says Bessie', "it is Buttercup, thatwouldn't hurt a fly. Come, let us pat her !HAT a very silly little fellow to be afraidof the good cow.But Arthur is only a baby, and the cow looksat him, andseems eso very large, that he runsto sister Bessie to be taken care of, and cries soloud that I am sure the poor cow must be fright-ened too."Silly boy!" says Bessie, "it is Buttercup, thatgives us milk for breakfast and supper, and shewouldn't hurt a fly. Come, let us pat her!"But Arthur will not. I hope he is not goingto be a coward.Buttercup soon began to eat the tender grassagain, and Arthur stopped crying.
(OOD morning, bright boy. You are up"with the birds, and look as fresh as theflowers. Run out into the fresh air. By-and-by breakfast will be ready, and after breakfastcomes the reading and spelling lesson. A pleasant day, to you, bright boy!4
SI-" NF"OOR Dick cut his finger, and drops of bloodfell from the wound. The pain and thesight of the blood frightened Dick, and he rancrying to his sister Alice. See how motherlyshe looks. She has bound a bit of soft cleanlinen on the cut finger, which was just theright thing to do. A nice little nurse is Alice.
Illy 4BABY FINGERS."T EN fat little fingers, so taper and neat!Ten fat little fingers, so rosy and sweet!Eagerly reaching for all that comes near,Now poking your eyes out, now pulling yourhair,Smoothing and patting with velvet-like touch,Then digging your cheeks with a mischievousclutch;Gently waving good-by with infantine grace,Then dragging your bonnet down over yourface.Beating pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, slow and sedate,Then tearing your book at a furious rate;Gravely holding them out, like a king, to bekissed,Then thumping the window with tightly closedfist;Now lying asleep, all dimpled and warm,On the white cradle pillow, secure from all harm.-4
Baby Fingers.0, dear baby hands! how much love you infoldIn the weak, careless clasp of those fingers' softhold!Keep spotless, as now, through the world's evilways,And bless with fond care our last weariful days.". v l .\ " " N Na"" KK N- \ N: :~~/
"TZOW happy these little children are! Theylove each other. They do not quarrel ordispute, but play together from morning untilnight. John says he is making a city. Tommyknows that he is only piling one house on top ofanother, but he does not laugh, or tell John thathe does not know how to build a city; if he didJohn would cry.I want my babies to be like John andTommy.
-- HERESA is the name of anice little friend of mine.Her brother's name is George.Somebody has given Georgea bird-cage, but he has no" bird in it:As soon as they are dressedin the morning, Theresa and"> George run out of doors andShould the cage under a tree,for they hope a bird will fly into it.One day their big sister Ellen came out andsung a little song to them. This was it:"No bird will youcatch,If you wait all day;They don't like a 4cage,They'll all flyaway.!There's Robin Red- .i .breast, nUp in the tree,tle says, 'Master77r/Georgie -Won't catch me!'"
'All--- -----"pOOR -Richy! he cannot make the sum comeright, and he is so sleepy his eyes will notstay open. The candle is fast burning out, and it islate in the evening. Go to bed, Richy, and aftera good night's rest, you will feel more like work.
-'------- I-MISTRESS MOUSE.MISTRESSS MouseBuilt a houseIn mamma's best bonnet;All the catsWere catching rats,And didn't light upon it.;1! .'?~i l l~il\~nlli~ l t 7 -l~l~~~;;ITi~llllllIIAep~
Mistress JMouse.At last they found it,And around itSat watching for the sinner;When, strange to say,She got away,And so they lost their dinner.4 ..
---fii (-_ _<\ \h~~~i___ __ __ .-- .-K--. ----- ^-----------------= -== -= '. ~ ^ 1 ___ _L--4ALICE and her brother Harry have been toschool. On their way home they thinkit will be fine fun to stop and wade in thebrook. So they leave the bag in which theycarry their books on the bank, close by theirshoes and stockings. " O, look!" cried Harry;"here are some fishes. I mean to catch them."But the fishes were too quick for Harry, andhe could not catch them. Just then a turtledove into the water with a loud splash. Hecould not swim so fast as the fishes. So Harrycaught him, and went home feeling very grand.When Harry is a little older he will learn howto catch fishes with a hook and line, and bringthem home to eat.
SE I-----TlHIS funny-looking man, dressed all in fur,lives in a very cold country. He is goingto travel a long way on the snow, and so hehas put on his snow shoes. They will carryhim safely over the broad ice-fields. Thefunny-looking man has a funny-looking wife.Her dress is like his only a little larger, andshe wears a larger hood. It needs to be larger,for she carries her babies in it! What do youthink of that for a baby wagon! The funny-looking man loves his country, cold as it is. Hethinks it the best country to live in in all theworld.4
H ERE is a picture of the kind of a housethat the funny-looking man, dressed allin fur, lives in. Do you see it is being made ofblocks of snow; and when the house is finished,the seats and the table and the sleeping-placeswill all be made of snow, too, and then coveredwith skins. How cold it must be! You think so,but the funny man and his wife and his babiesmake themselves as comfortable as they can,and I suppose they have many good times intheir snow hut, and think it as nice a house asyours and mine.
THHESE children thought it would be finesport to take a sail like the three wise menof Gotham; but, instead of a bowl, they gotinto a tub that was standing on the edge ofthe pond. Now they are out on the water, andI think they look frightened. If the tub,should upset they would fall into the pondand get very wet. Perhaps they would drown.Perhaps the dog will help them to the shore,and I think they will never be so foolish as totake a sail in a wash tub again.4.
. I d.fitTHE BEE'S HONEY.BEE, bee,Come hither to me,And show me your bag of honey;Bee, bee,Fly over the sea,And sell it for golden money.Fly out of the countryFar into the town,And buy my new dollyA fine silken gown,And a hat and feathers so bonny.
The Bee's Ioney.Bee, bee,Come hither to me,And show me your bag of honey;Bee, bee,Fly over the sea,And sell it for golden money.Fly over the steeple,And into the street,And buy some sugar-plumsPretty and sweet,And hie with them home to Johnny.4 vj
Ji_T HE good papa and the dear mamma of thesethree girls came across the ocean two yearsago, to make a new home in the United States.Now the new home is made, and the three happygirls are on board a ship and sailing fast overthe blue waters. Soon they hope to see theirdear papa and mamma again.
.-_-- _-"" Ilk4/'o., -- -.fit '.tliz'ITT --May is out in the field. She has her hat;~and her hand full of flowers. Now the birds,are singing .a sweet-,,clong, and she stops t~o listen.Little -May is her mamma's Birdie and Daisy. ,\\\9 J: -s-'I -;1 c'2~ / " ',-' ii',ITTLE MaIy is out inl the field. She has her hatand her hand full of flowers. Now the birdsare singing a swe&P~ong, and she stops to listen.TLittle May is her mamma's Birdie aind Daisy. L,
THE CAT'S BATH.AS pussy sat washing her face by the gate,A nice little dog came to have a goodchat,And, after some talk about matters of state,Said, with a low bow, " My dear Mrs. Cat,I really do hope you'll not think I am rude;I am curious, I know, and that you maysay,Perhaps you'll be angry,-but no, you're toogood;-Pray why do you wash in that very oddway ?Now I, every day, rush away to the lake,And in the clear water I dive and I swim;I dry my wet fur with a run and a shake,And am fresh as a rose, and neat as a pin.But you any day in the sun may be seenJust rubbing yourself with your little redtongue, -i " '4
The Cat's Bath.I admire the grace with which it is done,-But really, now, are you sure you get your-self clean ?"The cat who sat swelling with rage and sur-prise,At this, could no longer her fury contain;For she had always supposed herself ratherprecise,And of her sleek neatness had been some-what vain,So she flew at poor doggie and boxed bothhis ears.Scratched his nose and his eyes, and spitin his face,And sent him off yelping: from which it ap-pearsThose who ask prying questions may meetwith disgrace.4.
-HIS is the way that Eva sits, and it is theway that other lazy and careless little girlssit. See, she has thrown her hat down upon thefloor, instead of hanging it on the peg that hasbeen given her in the closet. She is too lazy andcareless to take care of her clothes. Eva'sTHIS is the way that Eva sits, and it is themamma is very much lay and of careless little girlsand tries to think how she may be cured of hersibad habits. The cat is washier hat down upon helooks as instead of hanging t on think peg too, habut hasbeen given her in the closet. She is too lazy andcareless to take care of her clothes. Eva'smamma is very much ashamed of her little girl,and tries to think how she may be cured of herbad habits. The cat is washing her face, andlooks as if she were trying to think, too, but sheis not. She does not care how Eva sits in herchair, if she will only bring her a saucer of milk,and that, Eva will do, for she is fond of the cat.
I 1 ..... ,.. .'Ii 1- I f-' --^ 1on the steamer from Paris. 'T was sent asa present to golden-haired Poll, from her de.aiabsent aunty, Miss Alice.
ERE is Daisy Mills, the farmer's little girl.She lives in one of the cottages yonder,and she is so sweet and good that I am sure youwould love her dearly.She often comes out in the field to keepRobby company. Robby is her brother, andhe watches the sheep. Daisy picks flowersand sings songs, and talks to the birds andRobby.She loves play as well as any child, butwhen her moher mer rings the bell at the cot-tage door, then Daisy knows there is work forher to do, and away she runs, just as willingto work as she is glad to play.
,# IWHISKY, FRISKY.7W HISKY, frisky,Hippity hop!Up he goesTo the tree top!Whirly, twirly,Round and round,Down he comesTo the ground.Furly, curly,What a tail!Tall as a feather,Broad as a sail!Where's his supper?In the shell;4
Whisky, Frisky.Snappy, cracky !Out it fell!Stir the fire,Put on the pot,Here's his supperHissing hot!
,IS41DEARl little tailor-bird! He has sewed aleaf together and lined it with soft whitedown, and it is his home. What a pretty home!4
CHICKEN CHASING.THE old hen was clucking and scratchingthe ground,While her downy young chickens ran chirpingaround,When she bristled and squawked with an angrysound,For she saw a boy -coming that way, -A very small boy in an apron white,Running after the chickens with all his might:What hen could endure to see such a sightAnd not have a word to say?Away went the chicks, and the young varlettoo,And after them'fast the frightened hen flew,Pecking his fat legs all black and blueWith her sharp and angry beak.
Chicken Chasing.He stopped, for his heart began to swell,And he trotted off to his nurse to tell, -"The big bird did peck me!" he said, as wellAs his sobs would let him speak."Poor boy!" said his nurse. " But you mustnot runAfter the chicks, they don't know it is fun;And the old hen thought you meant to takeoneWhere she never would see it again."The young mischief thought he never wouldtryTo catch little chicks when the old hen was by.Then nurse dried his blue eyes and he triednot to cry,And soon forgot fright and pain.
TnHIS was the time that Carl went too nearthe bee-hive. Bees are harmless enoughif they are left alone; but if a boy with a stickcomes near the hive, and tries to stir up thebusy little fellows, they will soon show himthat they are not to be trifled with. Carl gotsome sharp stings that made him dance upand down, and howl with pain. He will notbe in a hurry to visit the bee-hive again.
I Mstands in front of the mirror, and smilesat the picture of himself that he sees in it."Now I am a fine lady, Bessie," he says to hislittle sister. "'See the roses. When I am richI will buy a bonnet with roses on it for mymother." "You are not a fine lady," said Bes-sie; "you are a. big, naughty boy to put onAunty's bonnet. I want it on my head, Robby,and I will be a fine lady." "Oh!." said Robby,with a laugh; "you want to be a big, naughtygirl!" Just then the door. opened, and Auntywalled into the room. Then Robby and Bessiehung their heads, and looked very red in the*face.s '''
THE GREEDY ROBIN.ROBIN he,On a tree,Saw ripe cherries one, two, three,"Tweet, tweet," said .he," Those for me,Are just the very things, you see!"Now he knew,As he flew,That his wife would like some too.But, I've heard,The greedy birdNever said to her a word.Devoured them quite,Nor left a mite,And went home very late at night!
S ."- " "I /--.. T-T1--MONEY.N/ONEY is silver, money is gold,.What shall I do when my money is told?Money is copper, money is tin,Open my pocket and put it all in.Money. is paper, dirty and torn,"What shall I do when my money is gone?"How shall I eat, without any bread?How shall I sleep, without any bed?What shall I wear, without any clothes?Where find any shoes for my poor little toes ?If I had a_penny, I know what I'd do,* I'd set up a shop and be rich as a Jew!j/iay~ a* 2:",..-... .. ,- *'
77r7,--- -A7HILE Miss Sarah cuts an apple, Poll swingsin his hoop and coaxes and scolds andthreatens, all in a breath, " Polly wants some, too!Please give Polly some! Bad Sarah! Bad Sarah!I'll bite! I'll bite!" But Miss Sarah does not carewhat Poll says. Gyp sits up on his haunchesand legs, too. When the apple is cut, both Polland Gyp will have a taste. Then Poll will laughvery loud, and say, "Thank you, ma'am!"
--N ,)FRUITS IN SEASON.G OOSEBERRIES and strawberriesFirst are in season;Mulberries and raspberriesFollow in reason.* <-4
Fruits in Season,Currants and cherriesCome next in place;Blueberries and blackberriesKeep up the race.Peaches and plumsTo these now succeed;Melons and pears,Delicious indeed.Grapes of all kinds,In ripe clusters appear;And apples and cranberriesLast the rest of the year.
GRIZZLY GROWLEY.G RIZZLY Growley has come to the fair,To show off his tricks, and make us allstare.He'll walk about at the end of his chain,He'll shoulder a musket, and flourish a cane.He will ride the monkeys around the ring,Dance an Irish jig, and the Highland Fling.He'll climb up a pole and grin at the folk,And growl when the little boys give him a poke.He'll turn over and over, and stand on his head,And go begging for apples and gingerbread.He looks good-natured and stupid enough,-But he'd squeeze you as flat as a pinch of snuff.So keep. out of the way of his long sharp claws,Or he'll catch you up in his strong broad paws;And give the poor clumsy old beast a pennyTo buy him a cake, if the baker has any.
m ilfKtll("'Zl'BABY PIGS.COME here, you grigs,Here 's a show!Five baby pigsAll in a row!They came last night,Brown, pink, and white,With tails curled tight,And eyes so bright.It is a treatTo see them eat,And hear them squeak,A-week! A-week!
Baby Pzgs.And O! what funTo see them run!And then stop short,With grunt and snort,Poking aboutWith curious snout.No, Master Dick,Put down that stick!You must not digA baby pigUnder the rib,To make him squeal.How would you feelShould I do soTo you, you know?You must be kind,Or else you'll findYou won't come hereAgain, my dear!4
KATY DID.K ATY did, Katy did!Pray what did Katy do,That all her sisters should cry out,And scold and chatter it about?Katy did what was forbid:Katy did, Katy did.Katy did, Katy did!Maybe you do it too;Ah! then you'd take the other side,And make excuse, or try to hideThat Katy did what was forbid:Katy did, Katy did.Katy did, Katy did!Do you really think it true?And are you sure you are not glad ?You do not seem so very sadThat Katy did what was forbid:Katy did, Katy did.
Katy aid.Katy did, Katy did!O, do say something new!If of your clamor we were rid,We wouldn't care what Katy didIf she did what was forbid:Katy did, Katy did.
Wi r i .S....... ' : ;:.-., / -a- 'THE WRENS.WO little wrens have built their nestIn the old tree by the door,And there they've hatched a thriving brood,And on them set great store.The noisy, busy, saucy thingsAre scolding all the day.
The Vl re ns.And every one that passes by,They try to drive away.When the red-cheeked baker-boy comes in,With his basket full of bread,They rave as if they'd like to peckThe eyes out of his head.Ah, here he comes, and they begin:" Go 'way, you hateful boy;You know you've come to steal our nest;Our children you'll destroy." We do not like your looks at all;Your face is much too fat;You've got a ragged jacket on,And a dirty, torn old hat."The baker-boy looks up and laughs,For kind he is, and good:" I would not hurt your nest," he says," Or any of your brood."And whistling, off he goes. The wrensBluster with pride and glee;" Chip, chip," they chatter, " we're the birds;He 's afraid of us, you see."4
The WVrens.Then round they whisk, and back again,To feed their nestlings small,And teach them that of bravest birdsThe wren exceeds them all.
JIl I"" s, N _:i_, N ,I' I,,.APPY little girl, happy Rover, happy PusSi,see about it. They want a taste of the greenwant. Rover will have a bone, by and by, Puss-a.. H,, --. .. ... .'lzg-i- -y ..= -' ~-- -"/.- -- ,t"-- -- APPY little girl, happy -Rover, happy .-P--u--Lhappy birds and happy Buny. What afine time they are having in the parlor. Bunnyis going to have some fresh, green leaves to eat,and the birds are coming down from the table tosee about it. They wanit a taste of the greenleaves, too, and I know they will get what they,'want. Rover will have a bone, by and by, Pussa bit of meat, and the little girl a bowl of breadand milk. Theii they will all go to sleep.---- -: '!;'(: ,,,,I, .. ." " .!!, : -- = = -- ---
aVLELD Mrs. Blossom lives in this pretty cottage.Everybody in the town loves Mrs. Blossom,for she is a good woman, and she has takencare of sick people and little babies for manyyears.Now she is too old .to work any more, but sheis one of the happiest old ladies in the world.The old folks and the young folks alwaysremember Mrs. Blossom's birthday, and frommorning till night her cottage is full of people,who come with flowers and gifts to wish her ahappy day.Nx->~? '- :
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THE LITTLE MOON.AAT HE little MoonCame out too soon,And in her frightLooked thin and white.The Stars then shone,And every one
The Little Moon.Twinkled and winked,And laughed and blinked.A\ '-, I\ .. l--J.1 /The great Sun now rolled forth in mightAnd drove them all quite out of sight.
1.1, ( \Wi "- r I^ ,i il II Y'> /'I 13 : ^"- S T. -^ ^ ^',, *.' ^x : "--_"HERE is a roue, and his eyes are blue!-He is tired of play, and h, as nothing to do.Ah, yes! I see that's the very ing.A y I" it' e -i'' '",5 --__ a i / " n'T" 1 " " ., ".. " ,-! :--_-. ogu, a... ...eye !r h7ll'Ah, yes! I see that's the very thing.
Buittonzs.I'll thread him a needle,And make a big knot,Because he is such a tiny tot.One, two, three, four,White and black, half a score;Some of pearl, some of bone,Two are alike, and one alone.Some of china, some of steel,Down the thread they slip and reel;Some have eyes, and some have not,But when -they're all strung they'll be a grealot.4
THE FROG'S HOME."M AMMA, may we go to the pretty springDown under the willow-tree,Where that dear little frog sits on the big stone ?I don't think he likes living there all alone.May I bring him home with me ? "" 0 yes, my darling, if froggie will come;You mav yo ask him and see:
The Froo's Home.But he has a cool house beneath the old log,And he sits on the stone and watches for prog,And very contented is he."Little Dick trotted off with his nurse to thespring:"Hullo, Mister Frog," says he,"My mamma, she said I might carry youhome;I'm a very good boy, and I maint you tocome, -To come home and live with me."The frog was asleep on the soft damp moss,Under the roots of the tree;Little Dick stooped to get him, when up witha jump,And a yaup, in the midst of the spring hewent plump,And that was the last of froggie!
"JO RIGHT faced Jenny is a little sunbeam to oldPatty Brown. Every morning, before go-ing to school, Jenny taps at the door, and looks inwith a smile, and says "Good Morning," in such apleasant voice, that the poor old woman feelslike smiling too. Every evening, when she comesIXhome, Jenny taps again at the door, and looks inwith smile, and says, "Now I will sing a hymn... .. [I1il lltl: 'ltllii LW .SRIGHT faced Jenny is a little sunbeam to oldPatty Brown. Every morning, before go-in to you." Th, Jen she sits downhe door and sings so sweetlywth a smioor old Patty feels like morning, in such atoo.pleasant -oice, that *the poor old woman feels.like smiling too. Every evening, when she comeshome, Jenny taps again at the door, and looks in-with- a smile, and says, "Now I will sing a hymn-to you." Then she sits down and sings so sweetly,that poor old Patty feels like singing too.
S7?_- *...1. -fHE old mother cat aend her five good littlekittens are out for a walk. See thenaughty little kitten that would not go, peep-ing through the gate. He shall have no milk.
EE the cat.How sleepy( she looks with her- eyes half shut;"-Y -but she is not go-ing to take a nap-not she! You see-the oldboot? A mouse is in it. By and by thecat means to spring and catch the mouse. Donot be too sure, Puss. There she goes in at thetop of the old boot, but look! out runs Mouseyat the hole in the bottom of it, and away shegoes so fast that Puss does not even see her.Poor Puss!+ I- 655, =---jb~
<^</ i df i7 "" iHARUM SCARUM.H ARUM Scarum, Winkum Warum,A terrible fellow is Harum Scarum!Up the stairs and in at the door,Scattering things all over the floor.Through the window and out on the leads,Shaking the house about our heads.Down the chimney in clouds of smoke,To put out the fire he thinks a fine joke.While the house dame coughs, and chokes,and scolds,And sneezes her spectacles into the coals.'/i~i7~jK ~ ~
THE WINDS.THE wind blows high,The wind blows low,Hither and thither,To and fro.My cradle low hangingFrom the broad branching tree,The wild winds rock softlyFor baby and me.The wind blows east,The wind blows west,Hither and thither,--Knows no rest.See the fishermen castingTheir nets in the sea;They'll fill full of silverFor baby and me.The wind blows south,The wind blows north,Hither and thither,Back and forth.0 winds, send my fishermanSafe from the sea!Bring home my boy's fatherTo baby and me.
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MY BOY STANNIE.O HAVE ye seen my boy Stannie?SWee toddlin' mannie!His ee sae blue, his cheek sae red,An old straw hat aboon his head,All torn and tattered!O0 have ye seen my boy Stannie ?Wee busy mannie!Aye trottin' roun' the garden lot,
My Boy Stannie.Wi' wheelbarrow, spade, and watering-pot,All bent and battered!0, have ye seen my boy Stannie ?Wee winsome mannie!Beneath the ruins of his hat,His honest face sae dimplin' fat,Aye laughs wi' pleasure !0, gin I find my boy Stannie,Wee hungry mannie!I'll gi' him bread and milk the best.And sing him saftly to his rest,My precious treasure!/d,- -.,t,'1W h--
THE SPIDER.SPIDER, O spider, pray why do you spinYour pretty white net so fine and so thin?To catch fat flies,And make into pies,For they're much too silly to use their eyes.But spider, O spider, pray do you not seeHere comes a big, buzzing, blundering bee?He'll spoil your fine net,While you fume and you fret;But no mercy you grant, and no mercy you'llget.
C HARLIE has crossed the brook, and left hislittle sister May to follow him. But sheis too small to step to the next stone. Charliewill have to come back and carry her over.
I fVIOLETS.V IOLETS, violets,Open your leaves;The sparrows are chirpingUnder the eaves.The great sun shines warm.The sky is all blue,My sister and IAre waiting for you,-So, open your leaves like good flowers, do!Th prosaecipnUnertheevs
Violets,Violets, violets,Open your eyes,Do you not hearThe bustle and noiseOf the little nest-buildersAt work overhead ?While the cuckoo is calling, -Make me, too, a bed!Yet there you lie sleeping as if you were dead,b
|I W Ip ix\ N\ A x, N" M Y Annie's head is broken off;And Nellie's had some fits,And Polly's got the whooping-cough,And Sally's lost her wits.What lots of fusses babies make!What trouble mammas have to take!""I'm sure I'm sorry, Mrs. Buzz,But mine are just as bad;There's Rose, and Maud, and Fizz and Fuzz,Why, everything they've had.Yes! lots of fusses babies make!And lots of trouble mammas take!". ,L~~N~
Is learning to knit,HIS dear little irlBut I'm very sureShe don't like it a bit.The stitches will drop,And the worsted will knot,Her fingers are tired,And the day is so hot!For she's. thrown down the sock,The ball's on the floor,And I heard her say,"I won't knit any more!"4 ___ __ -_^ ._
**-THE hens want their dinner, and this littlemaid has brought it for them. Old Ro-ver, the dog, lies on the ground. The littlemaid is going to have some sport. She takesa handful of corn and tosses it on to Rover'sback. Then the hens jump up and pick it off.Rover's back is a droll dinner table, is it not ?
I 1 m ,TICK, TOCK.T ICK, Tock!What says the clock?One, two,There's work to do.Three, four,Increase your store.Five, six,Play Time no tricks.Seven, eight,Nor want, nor wait.Nine, ten,For sinful men,Eleven, twelve,Must dig and delve..--_-_ -_._-__---._- _-__ -__-
THE TERRIBLE DRUMMER."R UB a dub dub! Rub a dub dub!To drum is my delight;Rub a dub dub, Rub a dub dub.I am at it from morning till night!I drum on the windows,I drum on the doors,On the chairs and the tables,The stairs and the floors.With hair-combs and brushes,Glove-stretchers and fans,In the garret, on trunks,In the kitchen on pans,Till the folk stop their ears,And growing quite wild,Say with sniffing and sneersI'm a terrible child!Wait till I'm a man,And wear a tall hat!
The Terrible Drummer.I'll buy a big drumAnd thump upon that!I'll build me a house,Where I'll live at my ease,And I'll drum in the parlor.Or just where I please!........' '"Si IIiiiS, i' 'I ''"4"
j i' ------------ t--r -THE TOP.A S Dick's top was spinningAround on the floor,It bounced over the tableAnd out at the door.Danced out at the door,And into the hall,And made a great hole inHis grandmamma's wall.Away then it dashed,Jumped over the stairs,And fell in a platterOf apples and pears.Where it lay very quietTill, rosy and fair,Dickon, sat up to dessertIn his little' high chair,
The Tof.When his grandmamma gave him,With a very grave air,His top from the fruit-dishFor an excellent pear.But Dickon, the rogue,Like a cunning young snipe,Said, " I think, my dear grandma,This pear is not wzie." Please give me another,I'll put this awayVery safe in my focset,For some other day."
tHERE IS A TROLL.H ERE is a troll! here is a troll!With blue eyes that twinkle and wink;He has pulled off his shoes, and in the wash-bowlIs blowing them round, while they topple and roll,And soon to the bottom will sink.What shall be done with this rogue of a troll?In mischief from morning till night,Paddling in water like any tadpole,Poking the fire, and playing with coal,Till his apron and hands are a sight!
Here is a Troll.We must catch him and shake him, this tricksytroll,And send him off straight to the wood,Where, under the hill, the trolls live in a hole,Where he'll have to go digging about like a mole,Unless he will try to be good.But he laughs in my face, this scamp of a troll,And thinks that will never be done;And I strongly suspect he is right on the whole,That he 's really and truly a dear little soul,Only too fond of mischief and fun.
THE CAT AND THE FLY.A LITTLE fly satOn the edge of a cupOf milk, the gray catWas about to drink up.At the cat's great green eyes,Fierce whiskers and ears,The fly looked with surprise,Though without any fears.Said she, " Mrs. Puss,Pray, why do you makeSuch a very great fuss,As your breakfast you take? "For pussy's soft purrTo the fly, seemed a soundAs loud as the whirrWhen the mill-wheel goes round.
The Cat and tl/e Fly.Said the cat, " My friend Fly,For one of your sizeYou make more noise than I,And are not very wise."All the hot summer day, -Because through you can't passYou keep buzzing awaySAt the clear window glass."And if in a dozeMy old master should fall,You bizz buzz at his noseTill he can't sleep at all." My purring, you know,Is a sign of delight,While your buzzing's a showOf anger and spite."" Dear me !" said the Fly," Mrs. Puss, I think you(I cannot tell why,)Scarcely say what is true." To go buzzing aboutI'm sure is no sin,
The Cat and the Fly.If I want to go outAnd don't like to stay in!"When to go out you wish,You scratch at the doors,And meal after fishLike an owl on all fours!"Mrs. Pussy jumped up,At the fly made a stroke,And knocked down the cup, -All to pieces it broke!The fly, saved from her paws,Said, "What mischief rage brings,And though cats have sharp clawsYou see flies have fleet wings!"Just then came the maid, -Away the fly flew;Mrs. Puss was afraid,And scampered off too!
_ __""HAT shall we do?" said Mary Ann,"There's company coming to dine.I am washing as fast as ever I can,But you see it is after nine;And the dinner's to get,And the pudding to make,And the table to set,And the biscuit to bake!I feel like crying this very minute,But wouldd do no good, you see.I'll lock up the house, and all that's in it,And throw away the key!"4
GOBBLEL,ill teh -__-----___gobble, __ _ _gobble !" _, __ a"Qtackn_-_ t 11cluck, cluck !"''ual Uhis. ._, " .."Peep, peep, npeep !."Cock-a-doo-die-do!""What a dinthese creat-ures make!thought Puss, _putting hiswhiskers in at _-___the gate; "I ' :2-will teach __them better manners!" But no sooner wasPuss within the walls, than the turkey screamedlouder than before, and the cock crowed withall his might, and the hens cackled, and thechickens peeped, and the gander and goose ranat him with a "Siss! Siss! SISS! !", and Pusswas frightened half out of his wits. See him run!
RACE thinks she can make a picture of aman; so she has got a sheet of paper anda pencil, and is trying her -best. But Gracecannot draw. She makes a funny picture. By-and-by she will learn to draw too well.II l