The Baldwin Library
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MRS. SALE. BARKER
AUTHOR OF LITTLE WIDEAWAKE"
WITH ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY PICTURES
LONDON AND NEW YORK
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
Youth and Age
Mother Hubbard .
Guardian Angels .
A Curious Housemaid
Dancing a Minuet
A Morning Visitor
An Awkward Position
The Trapper Trapped
The Magic Looking-Glass.
His Welcome Home
A Hapless Queen
A Nice Family.
Our House .
A Gentleman of Importance
A Good Gallop
Topaz being Washed
Portraits of Cats
Going to a Fancy Ball
Long, Long Ago .
A Ship on Fire
Clinging for Life
A Peaceful Scene
The Lark's Nest
Health and Sickness
The Hares and Frogs
The Good Girl
Waiting upon Mamma
A Chimney Sweep
The Sweep Again
The Hunter Hunted.
Mamma and Boy .
A Careless Nurse
A Hairbreadth Escape
The Young Sportsman
Run Away with
A Pet Mouse
The Prisoner .
The Old Fiddler
A Long Swim .
John Gilpin 74
A Little Owl 75
Blue Titmouse 76
A Funny Couple 77
An Old Friend 78
Dolly's Doctor 79
Little Chickens 8r
Bright Intellect 82
A Handsome Profile 83
Jenny Wren 84
Ruby-Headed Humming-Bird 85
Fairy Stories 87
Running a Race 89
Friendly Toads. 9
Showing the Way 91
A Dunce 92
Follow my Leader 93
In Trouble 94
Reapers at Dinner 95
Ida and her Crow 96
Feeding the Dickies 97
Hair Dressing 100
Out in the Snow lot
A Thief 102
Poor Pulcinello io6
Mr. Froggie 108
A False Alarm og
Stopping a Duel 110
Sweet Music III
Teasing Tommy 12
Tommy's Turn .. 113
An Upset 14
Mother and Child 115
A Cheerful Picture . .. 116
A Sad Picture 17
A Lion and Stag .. 18
A Head without Brains 19
Borrowed Plumes . 120
Dignity .. 121
A Volcano 22
Shipwreck ... 123
Capital Fun .. 124
A Summer Morning 125
A Poor Musician .. 126
The Artist 127
English Scenery .2
Now, my children, here's something for, you
to do; something that will amuse you, too, I
think. I am going to give you this old drawing-
room screen to put into the nursery ; and here's
a basket full of pictures and engravings to paste
upon it. Some are very pretty; some very
funny. There are figures, landscapes, animals.
We must cover the screen entirely-all over
with pictures. It was a very grand one in its
day, I can tell you, when it was fresh and new;
but was never half so amusing to look at as it is
going to be now. Nurse, go and tell Cook to
make some paste, and then we'll set to work.
You shall, each in turn, my darlings, take out a
picture from the basket, and then I'll tell you
what it means while you paste it on.
10 Youth and Age.
Now, is the paste ready ? Let us set to work,
then. What's this that my Lily has taken out
of the basket ? A picture of an old man and a
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dear good little girl: grandpapa and grandchild,
I should think. This picture will do nicely to
begin with. I know nothing prettier than to see
the very old and the very young kind and loving
to each other.
Mother Hubbard. I
Who is this, I wonder? You have found a
funny one, Cissy. Did you ever see such a high-
crowned hat ? She must be some old witch from
a fairy tale; though she looks too good-natured.
I can scarcely fancy her riding upon a broom-
stick. I shouldn't wonder if she were old Mother
Hubbard, who was so fond of her doggie.
12 Evening Prayer.
Here, now, is a very pretty little picture: a
child at her mother's knee, saying her prayers.
Dear, good little child Sweet baby-lips breath-
ing the purest of all earthly sounds-a little
child's first prayer! I wonder, now, if you can
guess whom this picture reminds me of? Ah,
I see the dimples coming in your cheeks, my
Cissy and Lily; and you smile as you think-
Mamma means us. Yes, dears, it reminds me
of all my children, for does not my little Johnny
also say his prayers at his mother's knee ?
But let us try now if we can find pictures that
will come well next to each other, so that we
may make a little story sometimes out of two
Guardian Angels. 13
or three together. And here's the very thing.
A child asleep, with angels watching over her.
This must follow the little girl praying. Paste
them side by side upon the screen. We will
suppose that this is the same little girl who is
saying her prayers. Now, you see, after having
finished her prayer, she goes to bed : the little
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head, with its curls, rests upon the pillow; the
pretty eyes are shut, and the long lashes droop
upon the soft round cheek. She sleeps, and
angels come to guard her. The picture is very
nicely done. We can see how peacefully she
rests; and we may be sure the angels keep bad
dreams away, and bring her healthy and refresh-
ing sleep. May good angels so guard you all,
14 A Curious Housemaid.
Well, this is a contrast to the last, certainly.
She looks like a housemaid ; but what a funny
one! How would you like her to take the
place of Mary ? I think, Cissy, you would not
want to play with her when she was at work, or
help her to sweep, as you want to help Mary
sometimes. She might do her work without
being disturbed, I fancy. And what a cap!
Can it be her night-cap ?
Dancing a Minuet. 15
These ladies and gentlemen are dancing a
minuet. It is a slow, graceful dance, which was
fashionable nearly a hundred years ago, when
people dressed as you see them in the picture.
In those days fine ladies and gentlemen used to
wear powder on their hair, as you sometimes
see footmen do, even now. Indeed, the gentle-
men generally wore powdered wigs: and both
ladies and gentlemen were accustomed to put
little round patches of black sticking-plaster
here and there upon their faces to make their
complexions appear fairer. Was it not a curious
way of trying to look more beautiful ?
What, Johnny, you say you've got four
pictures of bears! Let me see. Don't crumple
them up in your little chubby hand, dear. This
must come first. Here is a family of settlers
in the backwoods of North America. They
16 A Morning Visitor.
have built themselves a log-hut; and one morn-
ing, when the master of the hut opens the door,
he finds a bear outside, anxious to pay them a
morning visit. I suppose the bear walked off on
An Awkward Position. 17
this occasion, for, in the next picture, we find
him climbing up a tree after one of the children,
who has climbed up it to escape, not knowing
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that the bear could climb too. But there come
the papa and brother with their rifles, and
they'll soon bring the bear down.
This is another bear altogether. You see a
hunter has just fired at him, but only wounded
him and made him furious. The poor man, in
running away, falls into a pit-trap; that is, a
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hole which has been dug, and covered over with
branches and earth, in the hope that the bear
might tumble in instead. How frightened he
looks! But see! the other hunters are coming.
I trust they will shoot the bear in time.
20 The Magic Looking-Glass.
Well, Cissy, this certainly is a curious picture
you have given me. How should we like such
a magic looking-glass as this, which makes
people look so much uglier than they really
are ? How disgusted that young couple appear
at seeing themselves such frights! Generally,
people think themselves better-looking and
better than they are ; but they cannot be set
right by being made to think too ill of them-
selves. See how those mischievous little goblins
behind the glass are chuckling at the dismay of
the young couple.
Old Times. 21
This represents a country parson, as country
parsons were in former days. Should we not be
surprised now to see a clergyman riding about
his parish with his good lady on a pillion behind
22 Little Piggie.
Now my Lily gives me two pictures-one in
each little hand : both pictures of little dressed-
up pigs. Yes, darling, they will do nicely to go
together. They are pictures of a good, useful,
obedient, little piggie, who was a great comfort
to his mother. You see he has been to market
to buy things for the house, while mamma pig
stays at home to look after the children, for he is
the oldest of a very large family. He is now
returning home, dragging his cart behind him.
He brings a fine supply of fresh fruit and vege-
tables; and he is enjoying his pipe, too, on his
His Welcome Home. 23
The next picture shows how delighted
mamma pig is with her good, clever, industrious
son. See how the old lady clasps him to her
heart! I have no doubt she is grunting loving
words in pig language. She thinks to herself
what credit he does to her bringing-up,' and
what a comfort he is to her old age. She has
but one anxiety about him. So fascinating and
accomplished as he is, she fears lest he should
be induced to marry; and then his poor old
mother would no longer be the first object of
24 Naugzty Piggie.
Here are Johnny's little hands held up now.
What, Johnny, have you found three more pic-
tures of little pigs ? Oh, these will do famously.
These are pictures of a younger brother of the
last piggie, and one who was as naughty and
mischievous as the first was good and useful.
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One day he was at home while his mamma and
brothers and sisters were out, and how do you
think he amused himself? Why, he smashed
all the toys in the nursery-dolls, kite, drum,
every toy that was there. Presently he heard
his mother come home, and after a little while
he stole quietly down stairs, and found her
His Impudence. 25
asleep in her chair, for she had come home tired.
Then this impudent little pig tied his old mother
into her chair while she slept. Afterthishelooked
about for more mischief to do, and saw the red-
hot poker in the fire. This naughty little piggie
took out the poker, and began burning a hole in
the floor with it. Now the smell of the burning
wood woke up Mrs. Pig; but at first she could
not catch her naughty child, because she ran
after him with the chair upon her back. Mrs.
Pig, however, was not a mother to be trifled
with. She soon unfastened the chair, and then
took a birch-rod from out the closet. In vain
little Master Piggie tried to escape; in vain he
squeaked for mercy. I can tell you he smarted
well for the mischief he had done that day.
A Hapless Queen. 27
Oh, dear, dear, what a savage dog He is a
bulldog, which is the most savage kind there is.
How lucky that he has not got hold of a child
there instead of a doll. These dolls are marion-
nettes, and we may fancy that the dog belongs
to one of the spectators who has just been see-
ing them perform. The dog might well think
they were live creatures, for they are made to
move, dance, or act in a very clever way, by
having thin threads attached to them, the ends
of which pass to the top of the show, where they
are held and moved about by the man who ex-
hibits. The show-box rather resembles that of
Punch. See! The poor doll whose bones are
being crunched has a crown of gold upon her
head. Sad destiny for a queen !
Let us call this little girl Rosa. She is pick-
ing the dead leaves off the rose-tree, but does
not cut the flowers to put in water. She loves
them too well, she says, for that; and thinks
they are happier blooming on the tree.
Rosa's Brother. 29
I think this must be Rosa's brother, for you
see he is fond of flowers, too. He is taking up
some sweet wild violets by the roots, that grow
upon that bank, and intends to carry them home
to his sister to be planted in her garden. He is
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on his return from school, and has to carry his
books and slate, but he will manage to take care
of the violet roots for all that. Brother and
sister love each other dearly; and he thinks
what a bright look will come upon little Rosa's
face when she sees the violets.
30 A Nice Family.
Well, this is droll! Ha! ha ha! That old
gentleman you see keeps a number of pet ani-
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mals, and spoils them just as some people spoil
children. See the consequence!
Our House. 3
Here are some children who have made them-
selves a little house in the garden. They have
trained the jessamine and other creepers over-
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head so as to make quite a thick roof; thick
enough to keep out the heat of the sun, and
even rain. They have placed a wooden seat in
the house to sit down upon ; and that there may
32 A Gentleman of Imporlance.
be no mistake about its being a house, they
have written up Our House" upon a piece of
pasteboard overhead. Many a happy, merry
hour did the three children and their pussy pass
together there in the summer months. There
they used to tell stories to each other; and
sometimes they would bring out cake, or bread
and butter, to eat in their own little house ; and
it was always much nicer there than when eaten
Frank, who was the eldest of the three chil-
dren, was the first to leave off taking delight in
the house in the garden. He began to wear
jackets and little trousers with pockets in them,
Little Mammas. 33
as you see him in the picture; and this change
in his dress gave him such an idea of his own
importance and manliness, that he hardly con-
descends any longer to play with his sisters at
all. He struts about all day with his hands in
The picture above shows us the two, sisters
playing with their dolls, after their brother no
longer joined in their games. They are playing,
you see, at being two mammas. Each has her
child, and each is telling the other of the won-
derful beauty and talent of her own child, as
they have heard fond real mothers often do.
34 A Good Gallop.
This is Miss Mary Masterly having a gallop
upon Lightfoot over the soft turf. It is a pic-
ture after my Cissy's own heart, I know. How
delightful to go so fast through the air, to feel
the wind blowing on your cheeks, and see the
dear doggie running by your side !
But here, Cissy dear, look on this picture after
that; you would not find this so delightful. I
fear our friend, Miss Mary Masterly, has been
trying to be too masterful with poor Lightfoot,
and he resents it. He deserves his name, for
certainly his heels seem too light to be com-
fortable for his rider. You would not like to be
in her place now, I think.
Yes, my Lily, this is very pretty ; Mrs. Puss
is carrying little kitty in her mouth. Good,
kind mother! You may be sure she is very
careful not to hurt her kitten. Try, dear, to
find another picture or two of cats, and we will
see if we can make a story. Let us suppose
that pussy is a great pet of her mistress, whom
we will call Lady Lovepet, and who has given
pussy the name of Topaz, because of her large
yellow eyes, which shine like precious gems.
Lady Lovepet treats Topaz very much as if she
were a baby, and makes her have a bath occa-
Topaz being Washed. 37
sionally. This picture will do to represent Topaz
being washed by the housekeeper and footman;
only we must suppose it all happened about a
century ago, when footmen sometimes wore
cocked hats. The footman has to help, you
see, because Mrs. Topaz does not like being
washed, and scratches if she is not held tight.
After her bath, she makes a rule, as soon as she
is let loose, of getting into the coal-scuttle, thus
undoing the effect of the washing, and changing
herself into a black cat. After that she gene-
rally takes a run upstairs, jumps upon her mis-
tress's bed, and rubs herself upon the counter-
pane till she recovers her natural colour again.
38 Portraits of Cats.
Lady Lovepet has portraits, drawn in her
scrap-book, of all the cats she ever had among
her pets ; and she and her old housekeeper are
never tired of looking at them. Let us admire
But, however fond Lady Lovepet might be of
Topaz, she once had another pet, whom she
loved quite as well, but who came to an untimely
end. This was her parrot, Bijou. He was a
wonderful bird, there is no doubt about it. He
could talk and sing in two or three different
languages, and was so tame, that instead of
being kept shut up in his cage all day, he used
to be let out in a conservatory among the plants,
as you see him in the picture. He was fond of
asking, Who's the King of England ?" Then
would answer himself in another voice, "King
George, of course." He often screamed out,
" Three cheers for the king ; hip, hip, hurrah "
and kept up his "hurrah" till the most loyal
subjects rejoiced when he left off. When he
was covered up for the night you would hear a
soft, sweet voice wishing you "good-night"
from beneath the green baize covering which
was put over the cage. Unfortunately; Bijou
40 Bijou's Death.
had one bad habit, which eventually cost him
his life. He was fond of teasing Topaz. If
ever he saw the poor cat settling comfortably
to sleep, he always screamed out Puss, puss "
And Topaz started up, thinking her mistress
called. The parrot did this once when he was
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alone in the conservatory with Topaz. Puss,
sprang at the unlucky bird and brought him to
the ground. When Lady Lovepet returned to
the room where she had left her two pets, one
had scampered off, knowing she had done wrong,
the other lay upon the ground, a blood-stained
and lifeless heap of feathers.
Here we see a nice, good little lad leading a
poor tired old traveller into a cottage, that he
may rest. The little lad's mother is out, but he
knows she would be glad to let the poor old man
sit down, and perhaps, when she comes in, will
give him a meal besides.
42 Windy Weather.
Oh, I am sure this man will tumble on his
nose. Poor fellow! I am sorry for him, yet
we cannot help laughing. What a rare dance
he is having after his hat! Perhaps he has been
running after it a long time, now and then almost
touching it, when a sudden gust has come, and
off it has gone, whirling away again. I daresay
it is all happening at the sea-side, for there y6u
get wind enough to blow hats about, and to do
a deal more mischief than that. Let us hope
some kind person will meet the hat and stop it,
for it looks rather battered now, and in a little
time it will scarcely be worth picking up, I
think. As for the poor man, I am sure before
he takes many steps more he will come down
with his face in the mud.
Going to a Fancy Ball. 43-
These are curious people. They must be
going to a fancy ball where everybody is to
represent some vegetable. One has a melon on
his head, the other has onions all about him. I
hope they are not real onions.
44 Long, Long Ago.
Yes, dears, this will do nicely to fit in here,
though it is rather a sad picture. Poor old
woman She sits there all alone, watching the
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little flower on her window-sill. She is thinking
of past times, when perhaps she had children
about her to brighten her life.
Now you have taken a very pretty one from
the basket ; a fine goat standing on a wall, and
helping himself to some grapes-or, more likely,
to the tendrils and young leaves of the vine !
Is he not a handsome goat ? You say you
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would like to be in his place, my Lily ? I dare-
say you would, but it's very lucky you are not;
for you would certainly eat too many grapes,
and make yourself ill; and, what is worse, you
might fall off the wall, and perhaps break one
of those little arms or legs.
46 Captain Carbuncle.
Why are you laughing, little ones? Well, I
am not surprised. Johnny always picks out
funny pictures. What a fat, ferocious-looking
man, with his shaggy hair and beard,
nose! He is evidently an old sailor
name shall be Captain Carbuncle.
; and his
He is as-
The Waterspout. 47
tonishing those two lads with some marvellous
stories of his adventures. He tells them that
once, when he was a young middy, a mere boy
like them, his ship was sailing along, one
moonlight night, when suddenly they found
themselves running into a terrific waterspout.
Cloud and sea rushed together, meeting in a
48 A Ship on Fire.
giant mass of water. They had just time to
change their course, and barely escaped being
sunk. Then Captain Carbuncle goes on to tell
them how, on another voyage, his ship took
fire, and, although the sea was calm, they had
to take to the boats and leave her. He relates
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how half the crew died of starvation and cold
before they reached the land. Another time,
the ship he sailed in struck on sunken rocks,
during a dreadful tempest, and was lost. He
was captain then, and would not leave the vessel
50 Clinging for Lje.
till the last. He saw the crew take to the boats,
and leave him. When the vessel was at
length broken in pieces by the fury of the
Traves, he clung to a spar, and so kept himself
afloat in the surging water. At first he had
some hope that one of the boats might yet be
near enough to see him, and might return on
purpose to take him in; but, as hour after hour
went by, this hope departed. Still, although he
despaired of saving his life, he clung to the
spar from an instinct of self-preservation. For
a day and night he floated there, when, by great
good luck, a French merchant vessel passed and
picked him up.
A Peaceful Scene. 51
Well, my darling Cissy, what is this picture ?
Certainly a very pretty and peaceful scene, and,
indeed, pleasant to look at, after our friend
Captain Carbuncle's stormy adventures and
perilous escapes. I think you are quite right,
Lily, in saying that it is nice to fancy that
gentleman, walking under the trees, to be
Captain Carbuncle himself, after his return in
safety to his native land. What a delight it
must be to him to find himself in such a lovely
peaceful spot, with the soft grass under his feet !
Johnny now hands me a picture of what ought
to be a quiet, peaceful scene too: an English
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farm-yard. But, I am sorry to say, it seems to
be nothing of the kind. Turkey, chickens,
ducks, and cat seem all at discord.
The Carrier. 53
What have we here? A funny little couple
playing at being grown-up people. This carrier
is only a little boy, as you see. His name is
Freddy, and that is his little sister Lucy, who
has borrowed the housemaid's cap for the occa-
sion. She comes out on to the door-step to
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receive the box which they pretend has just
arrived by the carrier. The box, in fact, is only
an empty one, which Master Fred took out of
the nursery a few minutes ago. The cart stand-
ing at the door, though, is the real carrier's cart,
and has brought a real parcel for the children's
mamma. The real carrier, too, is in the house,
having a glass of beer.
54 The Gardener.
This is a gardener. He has his hammer in
his hand, nailing the creepers against the wall,
to make it look tidy. We will call him Mr.
Tidyman; and, do you know, that was really
little girl. But what is he looking at, I won-
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der? Why, he spies a nice, soft, warm little bird's
nest in that ivy on the wall. He would not dis-
turb it for the world ; and leaves off hammering,
that he may not frighten the tiny nestlings.
The Lark's Nest. 55
No, Johnny dear, this is not the nest that
Tidyman found in the ivy; but it will do very
well to paste upon the screen, for all that. This
is a lark's nest, and is built upon the ground
amid the young green corn. Larks' nests are
often found in cornfields; and, when you see a
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lark mounting up into the air, higher and higher,
and singing away so merrily and sweetly, I
daresay he often has his little eye upon the
cornfield down below, watching to see if any
one goes near his nest. I hope these little birds
will be old enough to fly away before the
56 Health and Sickness.
This is a sad picture, and yet a pleasant one.
It is sad to see the poor, sick, deformed child,
sitting in her little chair, wrapped up, even in
summer, to keep her warm. It is pleasant to
see the strong, healthy sister trying to amuse her,
and bringing sweet flowers to give her pleasure.
The Hares and Frogs. 57
This picture of hares and frogs must be in-
tended to illustrate one of ,Esop's fables. Hares
are considered remarkably timid creatures ; and
the fable tells us that some hares once, being
weary of their lives, on account of the constant
state of alarm they lived in, determined to go
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together to the river and drown themselves. On
the bank of the river sat a number of frogs, who,
being frightened at the approach of the hares,
and the sight of their long ears, leaped into the
water and swam away. Then the hares took
comfort, seeing there were creatures in the world
afraid also of them.
58 The Good Girl.
Here we have a nice little girl, playing and
singing to her brother and sister. She is sing-
ing some nursery song set to music. Look how
quiet they are, and how attentively they listen !
I wish certain little people I know, who are
sometimes inclined to be too uproarious, could
always be charmed into quietness like that with
a little music.
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Waiting upon Mamma. 59
Dear me, how delightful it is to have pictures
of such very good children! Here is a nice,
useful, handy little girl. I think she must be
the same as we had in the last. There she was
amusing her brother and sister: here, she is
taking a cup of tea to her poor sick mamma,
who is in bed. How carefully she carries it! and
how it must gladden mamma's heart to see her
child's little smiling face coming into the room !
60 A Clhimney Szeep.
This picture is not only pretty, but it teaches
a good lesson too. You see those nice little clean
children are not afraid of the poor black sweep-
boy, and are willing to shake hands with him.
Nowadays, sweeps are men who clean the chim-
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neys by poking long jointed brooms into them;
but I daresay you have heard that chimneys
used to be swept by little boys, who climbed up
them, sweeping as they climbed; and almost
every village had its sweep-boy. This boy in
the picture was known to be a kind and merry
little fellow, and was liked by all the other
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village children before he became a sweep; and
now they do not shun him, because he earns his
living honestly in that way. In the second
picture he looks a comical figure, does he not ?
Standing with bare feet on the snowy roof, and
looking down a chimney, while a couple of birds
are staring at him in return without being afraid
of him in the least. The children, the dogs, and
even, you see, the birds of the village appear to
know what a good-natured fellow he is; and
none of them fear him, in spite of his blackness.
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62 Stalking Bufaloes.
Paste these two pictures of buffalo-hunting in
North America side by side. In this one they
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are stalking the buffaloes; and one hunter has
covered himself with a bear-skin, to crawl up
close to a fine buffalo before he fires. But no!
The Hunter Hunted. 63
that clever trick is quite a failure. In the second
picture we see the buffalo hunting the hunter,
who has cast off his disguise to run away. The
other hunter there, with his rifle levelled, had
better fire quickly.
64 Mamn2a and Boy.
This is quite a change of subject: a mamma
with her little boy! What, my little Johnny,
do you think there is any likeness between you
and the little man standing on a chair to kiss
his mother ? What is he holding, I wonder,
behind his back? A sword, I do believe; and
he is asking mamma to guess what he has there.
The sword has just been given him by papa,
and he thinks to show it to his mother as a
great surprise; but the fact is, she knows all
about it, and has prepared a present for him
too. In a cupboard, close by, she has hidden a
fine cocked hat, with coloured paper plume ; so
she has her secret too. As soon as her little
boy brings out his sword from behind him,
mamma will take out the cocked hat. With
cocked hat and sword he will be a brave soldier
A Careless Nurse. 65
This is a pretty picture for our screen, and
shows us a pretty little girl, and a pretty baby
leg and foot sticking up out of the cot. Still, I
must say, I should not like my little child to be
rocked as carelessly as that little girl is rocking
her baby brother. Why, she turns her back to
him, and goes on rock, rock, rocking away, with
her foot on the rockers, without looking at him
at all. She might rock the baby out of the cot
without being any the wiser. Generally, I think,
little girls take great care of their baby brothers
and sisters. I have seen poor little girls in the
street staggering along under the weight of a
baby almost as big as themselves; and all the
time as careful of it as the mother could be.
66 A Hairbreadth Escape.
Dear! dear What exciting pictures Johnny
brings out of the basket! Another hunting
scene but no longer in North America. This
must be in India. The poor man is just going
to drink at the stream, when a leopard springs
out of the jungle. What a moment of agony
and terror! He thinks his death certain, when
-ping!-he hears his friend's rifle, and down
drops the leopard.
The Young Sportsman. 67
Here's some shooting of a tamer kind. This
gallant young sportsman has just shot his first
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hare; and only see with what an air of import-
ance he comes into the room, to show his prize
to his father, brother, and sisters.
68 A Puzzle.
This is a curious picture, I must say. Can
anything be funnier than three people sitting in
bed under umbrellas ? Let us think what can
be the reason of this behaviour. I fear their
roof cannot be water-tight: This is a kind little
girl, who knows that these people are very poor,
and she has come to see them; perhaps to
bring them something to eat from her mother,
who lives near. Just fancy her surprise, when
she finds the whole family sitting in bed under
umbrellas. They were obliged to go to bed, I
should tell you, because they had been out in
the rain, and got their clothes wet. You ask me,
Cissy dear, how it happens, if they are so poor,
that they have three good umbrellas. I confess
that puzzles me. I am afraid my story will not
suit, after all. I cannot guess at the meaning of
the picture; so let us leave it to the imagina-
tion of each person who sees it.
Run Away With. 69
Another hairbreadth escape! but not from wild
animals this time. Flora Munro is driving her
mamma in the pony carriage, when, in holding
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up the pony as they go down a steep hill, the
rein suddenly snaps. Flora bravely jumps out,
and in a moment catches the pony just as it
breaks into a gallop.
70 A Pet Mouse.
What's this that Johnny has in his hand ? A
little girl watching a pet mouse. Poor little
prisoner! how he turns round and round in his
cage, trying to get out. The child has no in-
tention of being cruel, but she does not consider
how much the whole enjoyment of life, to a little
wild creature like that, must depend upon its
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liberty. The little mouse longs for freedom
almost as much as this poor human prisoner
whom we see in the other picture. What a sad
picture it is! Poor fellow! How the chained
hands, so tightly clasped together, and the
whole attitude of the man, tell of the despair he
feels. I hardly know whether he is most to be
pitied, if he be innocent, or if he be guilty. In
either case, it must be terrible to be shut up
between narrow walls, almost, or quite com-
panionless. How happy he must think the
poorest or most wretched creature that has but
the power of going about as he pleases!
72 The Old Fiddler.
This is an old fiddler: one whose occupation
and delight it is chiefly, I should say, to amuse
children with his music. He receives many a
penny at cottage doors; sonmetmes a meal be-
sides; and, I can tell you, he plays away with
a will, for his heart is in it.
A Long Swim. 73
This poor Donkey was thrown overboard from
a sinking ship, on the chance of its being able
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to swim to shore. You will be glad to hear
that it managed to do so, swimming eight or
nine miles in a tempestuous sea.
74 7ohn Gilpin.
Why, here is our old friend, John Gilpin, I
declare! Paste him on by all means; he is
always amusing. Poor fellow How he clings
to his horse's neck, and what a fright he is in !
The picture represents him as he dashes past
the hotel at Edmonton, where his wife and chil-
dren are standing in the balcony watching for
"Stop, stop, John Gilpin, here's the house!"
They all aloud did cry;
"The dinner waits, and we are tired,"
Said Gilpin, So am I."
A Little Owl. 75
You have found some pictures of birds, you
say, Cissy ? Let me look at them, and I'll try
if I can tell you what they are. Here we have
an Owl. It is a curious and very handsome kind
of little Owl, sometimes found in England, but
more common in North America. The head,
back, and wings are of a rich chocolate-brown,
dotted with white spots, and the under parts of
the body are a greyish white. Like most Owls,
it remains quietly at home during the daylight;
but in the stillness of night, and in quiet country
places, its melancholy cry is often heard.
76 Blue Tilmouse.
This is a picture of a little blue Titmouse,
one of r most familiar birds. It is a voracious
little feature, and of great :service to all gar-
deners y destroying the insects which get upon
their f uit trees. In the course of one day two
Titmice have been observed to visit their nest,
between them, about four hundred times, each
time bringing in their beaks a caterpillar or
insect. Fancy how many they must destroy !
Next to the Titmouse you must place this
picture of two odd-looking little birds with black
crests; for they are Titmice also, but of a kind
found chiefly in Asia. They are called yellow-
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cheeked Titmice. The cheeks and under part
of the body are yellow; the back and wings a
greyish green, while the parts
the picture are jet black.
you see dark in
you see dark in
78 An Old Friend.
This is a picture of a very well-known bird-
the House-Martin. In habits, size, and shape it
resembles the common swallow, but may be dis-
tinguished by the white patch upon the lower
part of the back. In the dusk of evening, martins
may often be seen flying about at so late an
hour that they are only visible, as they dart past
you, by the white patches on their backs. They
are called house-martins because their nests,
which are of clay, are generally built in some
sheltered nook about the outside of a house;
often under the eaves of the roof, and sometimes
-so trustful and fearless are they of human
beings-in the corner of a window
Dolly's Doctor. 79
This is a picture that will amuse Johnny.
That little urchin with papa's hat upon his head
is playing at being the doctor, and has come to
prescribe for sister's dolly, who is supposed to
be ill. He asks what baby has had to eat.
"Some cake ? Just let me taste. Oh, this is
most unwholesome!" he exclaims. Then he eats
all the cake himself, and says he will send a
draught, blue pill, some salts, a powder, and a
few more things for baby; whose mamma also,
he thinks, would be better for a little physic.
Make way for the cavalry, if you please. See
how bravely they come dashing along, and how
the horses prance and rear! Freddy, and
Frank, and Arthur are having a gallop on their
hobby-horses. They are making a rare noise,
and a fine dust ; yet their mamma appears to be
dozing in the corner there in spite of all. I am
sure that is more than I could do with such a
noise. I should sound the retreat for the cavalry
if they were my boys, I think; and bid them
enjoy themselves as riotously as they please
in the garden or the nursery.
Little Chickens. 81
Well, this is a contrast to the last. Our pic-
tures change from childhood to old age. This
old woman seems to have the care of the poultry
at some large farm, or perhaps at a gentleman's
country house, for there are some ladies looking
in at the door. But doesn't she seem fond of
her chickens, and geese, and ducklings! How
they gather about her! And she has some little
ducklings too in her lap. She sits in the midst
as if they were her family ; and I think you will
like her, children, because she seems fond of the
little creatures she has charge of.
82 Broht Intellect.
This is a sketch I made from recollection
of a countryman I once met, when I was stay-
ing in the west of England, in a rather out-
of-the-way part of the world. It was a long
time ago, children; before I married, in fact. I
was walking out alone, and contrived to lose
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myself in a little wood, which was quite near to
the house I was staying at. There were so
many paths in the wood that, once in, I could
not find my way out again. Meeting this
countryman, I asked him the way. He scratched
his head for five minutes, then replied: "One
way be as gude as t'other;" and walked off.
A Handsome Profile. 83
Well, I wandered on, and soon met another
labourer; and there ought to be a sketch of
him also there. Oh, here it is! Well, I asked
this handsome person the same question, when
he appeared astonished beyond expression, and
opened his mouth, just as you see. At last, he
pointed with his stick the way I was already
going. I took this for my answer; and, indeed,
the path proved to be right. On relating my
adventure to my friends whom I was staying
with, I made these sketches to help my descrip-
tion, and they declared they recognized two
men living in the village close by.
84 7enny Wren.
My Johnny brings me two more pictures of
birds. Why, here is little Jenny Wren, who
hops about so merrily in the hedges, wagging
her saucy little tail. She sings a merry song,
too; and, even in winter, there needs but a.
gleam of sunshine to set her twittering.
But the other picture represents a much
smaller bird-the tiny, beautiful humming-bird.
It is only found in certain hot countries, and
feeds upon the honey from flowers. Its nest is
attached, you see, to a large leaf, and you can
Ruby-headed Humming-Bird. 85
judge of its size by comparison with the butterfly
in the picture. This is called the ruby-headed
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throat, purple wings; the back is a velvety
brown, and the tail dark red, edged with black.
Well, Cissy, you have discovered a funny old
man, certainly. Ha, ha, ha! I don't know
which is the ugliest, the old man or his dog.
How the master wants shaving, and how the
poor dog wants feeding I suspect they are a
pair of beggars, and try to appear worse off
than they really are. No doubt, they are both
very thin; that cannot be sham; but they may
keep themselves so on purpose, for I observe a
certain air of jollity about them, and a merry
twinkle in their eyes. They have retired to a
quiet nook to eat a good dinner. Look the
man has a quantity of food in a jar on his knees,
and some in a wallet at his back. However, let
them get their living as they may, it is pleasant
to see how fond the old man evidently is of
his dog, and how the dog seems to return his
Fairy Stories. 87
What a good, kind elder sister this is She
takes the little girl on her knee, and tells her
some pretty story before she goes to bed. I
fancy it is about Golden Hair and the Three
Bears, or perhaps the story of Cinderella. How
interested the child seems I think she will
dream she has a Fairy Godmother.
This is a picture of some deer. See, how
graceful and noble-looking the stag is! This
herd of deer is in a forest, and, I think, must be
intended for red deer, which are larger and
stronger, though not more graceful, than fallow-
deer. Those we see in parks in England are
generally of the latter kind; and you know how
pretty they are, and how tame sometimes. Red
deer are not common in England now, but in
the Highlands of Scotland they still lead a
natural and wild existence. There, deer-stalk-
ing is considered excellent sport. The red deer
distrusts man; and great care and skill are
needed-either -by crawling on the ground, or
hiding behind projecting stones-to approach
near enough for a shot.
Running a Race. 89
But, besides deer-stalking,the Highlanders are
fond of all kinds of manly sports and exercises,
as you may see by this picture. I am not sur-
prised, little ones, that it makes you laugh. You
have seen Highlanders before now, I daresay,
and you know that, instead of trousers, they
wear a short petticoat, called a kilt. That lady
and gentleman are English tourists, who have
come to Scotland to see the beautiful scenery.
Fancy their astonishment, in some quiet place
among the mountains, to meet half a dozen
bony, half-naked giants amusing themselves by
running a race.
90 Friendly Toads.
This picture must belong to some pretty fairy
story. There is a dear tiny little girl talking
to a couple of great toads. I think she has
lost herself, as I did that day in the wood, and
she is asking her way of the toads. They seem
amiable, although so ugly; indeed, I think that
one nearest to us, with his head all on one side,
is looking quite kindly at her out of his bright
staring eyes. But here's another picture of a
toad, that has a little elf, or fairy, riding on his
back. Let us take the two pictures together,
and suppose that this is the same toad ; let us
suppose, too, that this little elf has just hopped
out from among the flowers and grass, and,
jumping on the toad's back, has said: Pretty
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lady, follow me: I will show you the way."
And there he rides like a fine gentleman, trying
to be very graceful, smiling with all his might,
and pointing with his riding-whip-which is a
blade of grass-in the direction the little girl
should go. Then, as she walks along, she
observes that what she thought was a wood of
trees is nothing but grass and flowers; and she
wonders how it happens that she should have
become so small; actually, not so tall as the
grass, not bigger than the elf, and not so big as
the toad. And she wonders, and wonders, till
at last she wonders so hard that she wakes her-
self up, and finds it was all a dream
92 A Dunce.
Why, here's a naughty boy He is made to
stand against the wall with the dunce's cap on
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his head. I hope, when my Johnny goes to
school, he'll never have to do that. This boy
does not look like a dunce either, does he ?
Follow my Leader. 93
Here are some schoolboys amusing them-
selves out in the fields. They are playing at
leaping over the railing, to see which can clear it
best; or perhaps they are having a game at
" Follow my Leader," when whatever the leader
does has to be done by all the others; whether
he jumps, or climbs, or runs, or wherever he
goes, all the rest must follow, and do the same.
One boy you see in the picture has come to
grief; another clears the railing in style. Happy
boys enjoying themselves in the fresh spring
94 In Trouble.
This is a sad picture. What can we make of
it ? I fear the poor woman who is crying must
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have lost her purse in tne market; and there is
a dear good little girl saying all she can think
of to comfort and console.
Readers at Dinner. 95
This is a quiet, peaceful scene, in autumn,
when the harvest is going on. It is midday, and
the reapers are resting while they have their
dinners. A few sheaves of corn, piled up, afford
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a little shade and a rest for the back besides.
The wives or children of the poor reapers bring
out their dinners to them; and how they must
enjoy their short rest, and their bread and bacon,
and above all, their draught of beer, after their
96 Ida and her Crow.
Cissy has found a picture of a little girl, who
was so fond of birds that she made a pet of a
crow. Ida-that was the little girl's name-had
the crow given to her when it was hardly fledged,
and she fed it, and took care of it, until it was
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quite big and strong. Then she did not shut it
up in a cage, but let it fly where it liked. Soon
it went away to live up in the tall trees, but
whenever Ida calls, Tommy, Tommy !" if the
crow is within hearing, it answers with a croak,
and flies down to its little mistress.
Feeding the Dickies. 97
This is another picture of the same little girl.
Here you see Ida and her brother standing at
the dining-room window after breakfast, throw-
ing out crumbs to the dear little dickies. Ida's
brother is as fond of them as she is ; and the
birds seem to know this, for they come quite
close to the window. Perhaps they say to one
another, in bird language: "We have nothing to
fear, for these are good, kind children, that love
little birds." And they hop, and chirp, and
peck about, and make a good breakfast.