• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Mabel's story
 The snow fort
 Over the fence
 Tom and his cousins
 Father is coming
 Story of a dog
 The white horse
 So high!
 Willie
 The stray lamb
 The swallow
 Robert
 The robin
 The eagle and the fox
 The prairie on fire
 A good-night song
 The travellers and the bear
 The wolf and the lamb
 The true secret
 Our darling
 The horse
 Being useful
 The loaf of bread
 Usefulness
 Against quarrelling and fighti...
 A summer call
 The cows
 Piggy's mission
 Flossie's birds
 Feeding the birds
 Little pussy
 The roadside inn
 The snow ball
 The sketch book
 "Shine your boots, sir?"
 The old mill
 A cripple for life
 "I didn't think"
 The drummer boy
 Jennie
 The esquimaux
 Mr. Nobody
 "Only going down to Tate's"
 Anna's stay at the seaside
 Little things
 Robin and Rose
 Making sunshine
 Goosey, goosey, gander!
 The little artist
 Papa's long story
 The cock and the fox
 Power of kindness
 The wolf
 A kiss, not a blow
 The stray chicks
 My sister
 The sailor and the lion
 See, the stars are coming
 Amy
 Song for the little ones
 The young robins
 On the sand-bar
 Don't lag
 Prayer
 Old kitten-cat
 Hymn for a little child
 The eider duck
 The fox and the tiger
 Anna's resolution
 The fox without a tail
 The ants
 The sick kitten
 The cow
 A child's fancy
 Pride
 The dead robin
 A kind word sometimes
 The spider-web
 Evening prayer
 Who feeds the birds?
 Cora Alden's new-year's party
 The pond
 My pussy cat
 A hawk among the birds
 Sing, birdie, sing!
 The dogs of St. Bernard
 The old man of the mountain
 The little Flynns
 Dolly
 Sisters
 Two little kittens
 The farm
 Only a baby small
 Don't kill the birds
 A cradle-song
 The bear
 Father's boots
 Charlie
 "Speak gently"
 You can't catch the fishes
 The little child's wish
 One thing at a time
 Blowing soap bubbles
 The bell bird
 The lion, the bear, and the...
 The jackdaw
 Grandpa and his darling
 Back Cover






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Title: My own book
Physical Description: 144 p. : ill. ; 21 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Louderbach, James W ( Engraver )
Dalziel, Edward, 1817-1905 ( Engraver )
Dalziel, George, 1815-1902 ( Engraver )
Arthur, T. S ( Timothy Shay ), 1809-1885 ( ed )
J.B. Lippincott & Co ( Publisher )
Butterworth and Heath ( Engraver )
Publisher: J.B. Lippincott & Co.
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: c1877
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Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1877
Bldn -- 1877
Genre: Children's poetry
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
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Statement of Responsibility: edited by Uncle Herbert.
General Note: Includes illustrations engraved by Butterworth and Heath, Lauderbach, and the Dalziel Brothers.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Frontispiece
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Mabel's story
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The snow fort
        Page 9
    Over the fence
        Page 10
    Tom and his cousins
        Page 11
    Father is coming
        Page 12
    Story of a dog
        Page 13
    The white horse
        Page 14
    So high!
        Page 15
    Willie
        Page 16
    The stray lamb
        Page 17
        Page 18
    The swallow
        Page 19
    Robert
        Page 20
        Page 21
    The robin
        Page 22
    The eagle and the fox
        Page 23
    The prairie on fire
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A good-night song
        Page 26
    The travellers and the bear
        Page 27
    The wolf and the lamb
        Page 28
    The true secret
        Page 29
    Our darling
        Page 30
    The horse
        Page 31
    Being useful
        Page 32
        Page 33
    The loaf of bread
        Page 34
    Usefulness
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Against quarrelling and fighting
        Page 38
    A summer call
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The cows
        Page 41
    Piggy's mission
        Page 42
    Flossie's birds
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Feeding the birds
        Page 45
    Little pussy
        Page 46
    The roadside inn
        Page 47
    The snow ball
        Page 48
    The sketch book
        Page 49
    "Shine your boots, sir?"
        Page 50
        Page 51
    The old mill
        Page 52
    A cripple for life
        Page 53
    "I didn't think"
        Page 54
        Page 55
    The drummer boy
        Page 56
    Jennie
        Page 57
    The esquimaux
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Mr. Nobody
        Page 60
    "Only going down to Tate's"
        Page 61
    Anna's stay at the seaside
        Page 62
    Little things
        Page 63
    Robin and Rose
        Page 64
    Making sunshine
        Page 65
    Goosey, goosey, gander!
        Page 66
        Page 67
    The little artist
        Page 68
    Papa's long story
        Page 69
        Page 70
    The cock and the fox
        Page 71
    Power of kindness
        Page 72
    The wolf
        Page 73
        Page 74
    A kiss, not a blow
        Page 75
    The stray chicks
        Page 76
        Page 77
    My sister
        Page 78
        Page 79
    The sailor and the lion
        Page 80
    See, the stars are coming
        Page 81
    Amy
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Song for the little ones
        Page 84
    The young robins
        Page 85
    On the sand-bar
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Don't lag
        Page 88
    Prayer
        Page 89
    Old kitten-cat
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Hymn for a little child
        Page 92
    The eider duck
        Page 93
        Page 94
    The fox and the tiger
        Page 95
    Anna's resolution
        Page 96
    The fox without a tail
        Page 97
    The ants
        Page 98
    The sick kitten
        Page 99
        Page 100
    The cow
        Page 101
    A child's fancy
        Page 102
    Pride
        Page 103
    The dead robin
        Page 104
        Page 105
    A kind word sometimes
        Page 106
    The spider-web
        Page 107
    Evening prayer
        Page 108
    Who feeds the birds?
        Page 109
        Page 110
    Cora Alden's new-year's party
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
    The pond
        Page 115
        Page 116
    My pussy cat
        Page 117
        Page 118
    A hawk among the birds
        Page 119
    Sing, birdie, sing!
        Page 120
    The dogs of St. Bernard
        Page 121
        Page 122
    The old man of the mountain
        Page 123
    The little Flynns
        Page 124
    Dolly
        Page 125
    Sisters
        Page 126
    Two little kittens
        Page 127
    The farm
        Page 128
    Only a baby small
        Page 129
    Don't kill the birds
        Page 130
    A cradle-song
        Page 131
    The bear
        Page 132
    Father's boots
        Page 133
    Charlie
        Page 134
    "Speak gently"
        Page 135
    You can't catch the fishes
        Page 136
    The little child's wish
        Page 137
    One thing at a time
        Page 138
    Blowing soap bubbles
        Page 139
    The bell bird
        Page 140
    The lion, the bear, and the fox
        Page 141
    The jackdaw
        Page 142
    Grandpa and his darling
        Page 143
        Page 144
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text

Y OWN
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The Baldwin library












MY OWN BOOE.


EDITED BY
TTITCLE H ERBEEIT,
EDITOR OF
"THE PRATTLER," "THE BUDGET," ETC., ETC.




PHILADELPHIA:
J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO.
































Copyright, 1877, by J. B. LIPPINCOTT & Co.

















CONTENTS.


PAGE
MABEL'S STORY .. ... 7
THE SNOW FORT .. . 9
OVER THE FENCE . 10
TOM AND His COUSINS 11
FATHER IS COMING . 12
STORY OF A DOG . 13
THE WHITE ROSE . 14
So HIGH . . 15
W I.LLI . . 16
THE STRAY LAMB 17
TIHE SWALLOW . 19
ROBERT . . 20
THE ROBIN . . 22
THE EAGLE AND THE FOX 23
THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE. 24
A GOOD-NIGHT SoNG .. 26
THE TRAVEl LERS AND THE BEAR 27
THIE WOLF AND THE LAMB 28
THE TRUE SECRET . 29
OUR DARLING . 30
THE HORSE . . 31
BEING USEFUL . 32
THE LOAF OF BREAD . 34
USEFULNESS . 5
AGAINST QUARRELLING AND
FIGHTING. . . 38
A SUMMER CALL . 39
THE Cows . . 41
PIGGY'S MISSION . 42
FLOSSIE'S BIRDS . 43
FEEDING THE BIRDS . 45
LITTLE PUSSY . .46
THE ROADSIDE INN . 47


THE SNOW BALL .. ...
THE SKETCH BOOK .. ..
SHINE YOUR BOOTS, SIR?
TIHE OLD MILL .. ...
A CRIPPLE FOR LIFE ..
I DIDN'T THINK . .
THE DRUMMER BOY .
JENNIE .
THE ESQUIMAUX .. ...
MR. NOBODY . .
ONLY GOING DOWN TO TATE'S .
ANNA'S STAY AT THE SEASIDE.
LITTLE THINGS ...
ROBIN AND ROSE .. ...
MAKING SUNSHINE .. ..
GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER .
THE LITTLE ARTIST ..
PAPA'S LONG STORY ..
THE COCK AND TIE FOX.
POWER OF KINDNESS .
THE WOLF . .
A KIss, NOT A BLOW ..
THE STRAY CHICKS .. ..
MY SISTER .. ......
THE SAILOR AND THE LION .
SEE, THE STARS ARE COMING
AMY
SONG FOR THE LITTLE ONES.
THE YOUNG ROBINS .. ..
ON THE SAND-BAR .. ..
DON'T LAG . .
PRAYER . . .
OLD KITTEN-CAT .. ...







CONTENTS.


HYMN FOR A LITTLE CHILD .
THE EIDER DUCK . .
THE FOX AND THE TIGER .
ANNA'S RESOLUTION .
THE Fox WITHOUT A TAIL .
THE ANTS . .
THE SICK KITTEN . .
THE COW . .
A CHILD'S FANCY . .
PRIDE . . .
THE DEAD ROBIN . .
A KIND WORD SOMETIMES .
THE SPIDER-WEB . .
EVENING PRAYER . .
WHO FEEDS THE BIRDS ? .
CORA ALDEN'S NEW-YEAR'S
PARTY . .
THE POND . .
MY PUSSY CAT . .
A HAWK AMONG THE BIRDS.
SING, BIRDIE, SING . .
THE DOGS OF ST. BERNARD .


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117
119
120
121


THE OLD MAN OF THE MOUN-
TAIN . . .
THE LITTLE FLYNNS .
DOLLY . . .
THE SISTERS ...
Two LITTLE KITTENS .
THE FARM . .
ONLY A BABY SMALL ..
DON'T KILL THE BIRDS
A CRADLE SONG .. ...
THE BEAR . .
FATHER'S BOOTS . .
CHARLIE . . .
SPEAK GENTLY ..
You CAN'T CATCH THE FISHES
THE LITTLE CHILD'S WISH.
ONE THING AT A TIME .
BLOWING SOAP BUBBLES .
THE BELL BIRD .... .
THE LION, BEAR, AND FOX .
THE JACKDAW .. ...
GRANDPA AND HIS DARLING.

















MY OWN BOOK.


MABEL'S STORY.
'M a big girl, not five years old, an' I'm goin' to tell my
own story. Aunty writes it down an' I tells it.
To go way back to the beginning. Six years ago
Mabel-that's me-was a baby. I don't exactly merember
how she looked or what she was mostly thinking of, though
I've heard a great deal 'bout that time, for I was so little then,
you see, an' babies are so ignorant.
First I'll tell you my name-Mabel Weston, though grumpa
calls me "Dolly," an' Uncle Will calls me "Blossom," an' some-
times I'm "Queeny," "Mother Budget," "Birdie," an' lots of
other names. Once they called me "Babel," 'cause I called
myself so when I couldn't say "Baby Bell;" and they all
thought my name was a good one.
I've lived a good while, an' done a good deal, an' seen a great
many things. I know ever so much, too. I've heard 'em say
so when they thought I was playing with my dollies.
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MABEL'S STORY


"It's really s'prisin'," says grumpa, "how much Mabel knows,
sayin' off her little verses so pretty, an' reading' like a-like a
magpie."
"She's an uncommon child," says grumma.
"No," says aunty, "only a grunchild."
"'Tisn't that," says grumpa, real quick. "Mabel can jump
rope, read, recite, knit, sew, or run better than any little girl
ever I knew, child, grunchild, or stranger." An' of course
grumpa knows best.
I'm good, too. I sit still in meeting' always, unless I want
a drink, or to reach a fan, or Bible, or hymn-book, or my boots
hurt, or I want to see something better than I can in my own
seat in the pew. I don't never kick my heels againstt the pew
nor swing the door nowadays.
I love my darling Uncle Will, an' he 'most always has some
candy for me when he comes home from town. I like to go an'
meet him.
I've got a dear little calf with a white nose as cold as can be,
an' a blue ribbon round its neck.
We have eighteen chickens. I know it's eighteen, 'cause
three times nine an' twice six are both eighteen; or is it twice
nine and three times six? I've learned it once, any way, an' I
merember that it was when aunty was eighteen she first took
care of buying her own clothes.
Once when mamma was away I wrote her a letter. That's
me in the picture, writing the letter.
I haven't told you half I could, but aunty thinks I've said
enough. I haven't told you how pretty mamma is, how good
grumpa an' papa are, an' all the rest of 'em. 'Bout what a
pretty chamber I have for my own, an' my playthings an' story-
books, an' what nice times Susy Walker an' me have 'most
every day, but if aunty thinks best, I'll say good-by.





THE SNOW FORT.


THE SNOW FORT.
UR snow fort, our snow fort,
SI We've built it up in haste;
SWe knew not when the frost might break,
We had no time to waste;
So first we gathered up the snow,
And piled it in a heap;
For melons, ice, and snow forts,
Are things that will not keep.
Our snow fort, our snow fort,
We'll gather balls of snow,
And pelt it and bombard it,
As fast as we can throw.





0 VER THE FENCE.


So gather up the balls, my boys,
And try to scale the walls;
But take care the foe inside the fort
Don't kill us with their balls.



OVER THE FENCE.

OYS are often tempted to get over a fence.
S "What for?" "What kind of a fence?" two or
three voices ask.
There are a good many kinds of fences. Fences that
you can see, fences that you can't see. Fences of wood, and
stone, and iron; and fences invisible to human eyes.
If we can't see them, what good are they, I'd like to know?"
That question does look a little puzzling at first. But when
we come to think about it, the matter will grow plainer. Right,
truth, justice, are all fences. We can't see them with our bodily
eyes, and yet they exist, and cross our ways in life as really as
any material fence; and if we jump over them, we shall be doing
just as wrong as if we leaped the fence our neighbor has put
around his garden and spoiled his fruit and flower-beds.


SOLOMON'S WARNING TO THE SLUGGARD.-Go to the ant,
thou sluggard; consider her ways and be wise; which having
no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer,
and gathereth her food in the harvest. How long wilt thou
sleep, 0 sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands
to sleep; so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and
thy want as an armed man.





TOM AND HIS COUSINS.


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TOM AND HIS COUSINS.
T was a great day for Tom when he obtained permission
from mamma to go into the country for a holiday with
his little cousins. And it was quite as great a day for
the little cousins when they heard the good news. What
a happy day they made of it, scampering through the meadows,
swinging on the gate, and thinking of nothing but happiness!
How delightful it must have been to have sat under the shadows
of the big trees, pulling the pretty cowslips and twisting them
into long chains!
Don't you wish, my little readers, you had been there ?


A LITTLE fellow was eating some bread and milk, when
he turned around to his mother and said, "Oh, mother, I
am full of glory. There was a sunbeam on my spoon and I
swallowed it."





FA THEIR IS COMING.


FATHER IS COMING.
S,-' ARK! hark! I hear his footsteps now;
|- I He's through the garden-gate.
Sun, little Bess, and ope the door,
And do not let him wait.
Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands,
For father on the threshold stands.


THE SHEEP-SHEARING.-A young mother led forth her little
daughter Ida to see the sheep-shearing. But the little maiden
wept at the sight, and said, "Oh, how cruel it is of men to treat
the poor creatures thus !"
Not so," answered her mother; "for thus has it been ordered
by the good God, so that man may be clothed with their wool.
For man comes into the world without covering."
But how the poor sheep will shiver now !" exclaimed Ida.
"Ah, no !" replied her mother; "God gives to man the warm
clothing, and to the shorn lamb He sends the soft summer air."
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STORY OF A DOG.


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STORY OF A DOG.
." HESE dogs in the picture are King Charles spaniels.
={ IThey are very beautiful, their colors being black, tan,
and white. They sell for a very high price.
I heard a sorrowful story the other day about a dog.
A hound which had served her master faithfully as a hunting dog
for many years at last became old and useless. As she could
hunt no longer, her owner begrudged her food and shelter. So
she was made to lie out on the cold, hard ground all through
the winter, and was fed barely enough to keep her alive. She
became so thin that she was like a skeleton covered with skin.
Finally this poor old dog, nearly blind and deaf, and so
feeble she could not stand, seemed about to die. So her master
took her in his arms, and, carrying her out into the wood, laid
her down and left her to die.
When I heard this story, it made me feel badly, and I won-
dered how any one could be so hard-hearted as thus to abuse
and forsake one who had been so faithful a servant.
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THE WHITE ROSE.


THE WHITE ROSE.
WHITE rose that grew far up on a trellis felt very
lonely, and sighed to be down in the garden where the
children were at play.
I am of no use away up here," she said. Nobody
sees me, and when I breathe out my sweet odors, the wind bears
them off among the tree-tops and they are lost."
But even as she sighed her complaints a soft hand reached
down from a window and took her gently from the stem that
bore her, and she heard a voice say,-
"How pure and sweet!-pure as my patient Lily."
Then the hand that held her tenderly bore her to an inner
chamber, where a sick child lay upon a bed.
This beautiful white rose," said the voice which had sounded
so sweetly, came up from the garden and grew close by the
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SO HIGH!


window. It has breathed the purest air and drank the warmest
sunshine. Its heart is full of sweetness."
And the hand held her close to the sick child, who was re-
freshed by her beauty and fragrance.
Then the rose quivered with delight, and, breathing out her
very heart upon the air, filled the chamber with a rich perfume.
I am content," she said a little while afterward, as she lay
on the pillow beside the sick child, her soft white leaves touch-
ing the cheek as soft and white as themselves.


SO HIGH!

HAT a little thing am I!
Hardly higher than the table:
S I can eat and play and cry,
But to work I am not able.





WILLIE.


WILLIE.
ILLIAM, or Willie, as his father loves to call him, is
a funny little fellow. His great delight is in looking
S at the sea; he will sit for hours with his boat in his
lap trying to understand the meaning of the white
caps that flash in the sunlight. He will leave his horse and
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ball, or any other toy, to go and sit alone on the rocks. On his
birthday his sister Mary brought him a nice new boat, all
painted bright red. I should not wonder if Willie would some-
time be a sailor.





THE STRAY LAMB.


THE STRAY LAMB.
OME, children, leave your play and let the poor little
moth fly around unharmed, and I will tell you a story.
Eagerly the little ones gathered around mamma, who
told the following story.
There was once a shepherd who had a great many sheep and
lambs. He took care of them, and gave them sweet, fresh grass
to eat, and clear water to drink; if they were sick he was very
good to them, and when they climbed up a steep hill and their
lambs were tired he used to carry them in his arms.
But every night when it grew dark and cold the shepherd
called all his flock, sheep and lambs together, and drove them
into the fold, where they lay as snug and warm and comfortable
as could be, and the dogs lay round on the outside to guard
them; and in the morning the shepherd unpenned the fold and
let them out again.
Now, they were all very happy, and loved the shepherd
dearly, all except one foolish little lamb. And this lamb did
2 17





THE STRAY LAMB.


not like to be shut up every night in the fold, and she came to her
mother, who was a wise old sheep, and said to her, "I wonder
why we are all shut up every night; the dogs are not shut up
and why should we be shut up? I think it is very hard, and I
will get away if I can, I am resolved; for I like to run about
where I please, and I think it very pleasant in the woods by
moonlight." Then the old sheep said to her, "You are very
silly, little lamb; you had better stay in the fold. The shepherd
is so good to us, that we should always do as he bids; and if you
wander away, I dare say you will come to some harm."
"I dare say not," said the little lamb. And so, when the
evening came, and the shepherd called them all to come into the
fold, she would not come, but crept slyly under a hedge and hid
herself; and when the rest of the lambs were all in the fold fast
asleep, she came out and jumped and frisked and danced about;
and she got out of the field and went into a forest full of trees,
and 'a very fierce wolf came rushing out of a cave, and howled
very loud. Then the silly lamb wished she had been shut up
in the fold; but the fold was a great way off, and the wolf saw
her and seized her, and carried her away to a dark den, all
covered with bones and blood. There the wolf had two cubs,
and the wolf said to them, "Here, I have brought you a young
fat lamb." And so the cubs took her and growled/ over her a
little while, and then tore her to pieces and ate her up.
Now, all girls and boys who do not mind what is said to them,
and will have their own way, may be, like this lamb, in danger
of being hurt, and they may have cause sorely to repent not
having minded what their parents said to them.


A LITTLE boy disputing with his sister about something
said, "It's true, for ma said so; and if ma says it's so, it is so,
if it isn't so."





THE SWALLOW.














THE SWALLOW.
itN the warm summer it is pleasant to watch the restless
swallows, ever on the wing, wheeling round and round
with their wide-spread wings and forked tails, catching
the insects which form their food. If the air be moist,
these insects cannot fly high, and the swallow must skim along
very near the ground to seek its prey; then we judge that rain
will soon fall, for the swallow flies low. But when the autumn
comes, and the wind blows cold, the swallows gather in crowds
at some unknown signal, and take their flight across the seas to
some warmer climate; they will sometimes rest on the masts of
a ship in their long flight. The next summer the swallows
return to their old nests, as if they had reason like man. We
know that God has given reason to man alone; but his bounty
has given the swallow the instinct which guides it to the spot
best fitted for its wants.
SOME men are proud that they are strong; but not all the
strong men in the world could drive back the sea, or stay the
wind, or hold the clouds so that the rain should not fall. God
can hold the sea, and still the wind, and stay the rain.
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ROBERT.
OBERT was a clever boy at school; his teachers were
very fond of him, and took great delight in getting
him on with his lessons. His mamma had no trouble
with him, for he would go into his room with his
favorite, Rover, and learn his lessons without a murmur. He
was very anxious to know about everything, and often puzzled
his mamma by asking more questions than she could answer.
Sometimes, when it was dark, he would slip into his room to
have a peep at the moon and stars. Once he looked through
a telescope at the moon, and saw the dark spots upon it they
call mountains. Robert was a good boy, and made up his
mind to learn his lessons well, and know everything.

THE Two FACES.-One was old and wrinkled, the other
young and smooth, and soft as a rose-leaf; and yet, looking at
the two faces, you would call the old one the most beautiful.
Why? A beautiful soul gave sweetness to that face, while a
mean and selfish soul shadowed tile other. Discontent, envy,
anger, peevishness, love of self, will, if suffered to rule in the
heart, gradually change the most lovely face until it becomes
repulsive; while contentment, and the love of others which seeks
to do them good, will, in time, give to plain and unlovely features
a touch of beauty. It is no light saying, that the good are
beautiful." They have beautiful souls, and, sooner or later, the
soul stamps its image on the face.
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THE ROBIN.


THE ROBIN.


OME, here little robin, and don't be afraid,
I would not hurt even a feather;
Come here, little robin, and pick up some bread,
To feed you this very cold weather.

I don't mean to hurt you, you poor little thing,
And pussy-cat is not behind me;
So hop about pretty and put down your wing,
And pick up the crumbs and don't mind me.

Cold winter is come, but it will not last long,
And summer we soon shall be greeting;
Then remember, sweet robin, to sing me a song,
In return for the breakfast you're eating.


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THE EAGLE AND THE FOX.


THE EAGLE AND THE FOX.
[ N eagle that had young ones, looking out for something
to feed them with, happened to spy a fox's cub that lay
basking itself abroad in the sun. She made a stoop and
trussed it immediately; but before she had carried it
quite off, the old fox, coming home, implored her, with tears in
her eyes, to spare her cub, and pity the distress of a poor fond
mother who should think no affliction so great as that of losing
her child. The eagle, whose nest was up in a very high tree,
thought herself secure enough from all projects of revenge, and
so bore away the cub to her young ones, without showing any
regard to the supplications of the fox. But that subtle crea-
ture, highly incensed at this outrageous barbarity, ran to an
altar, where some country people had been sacrificing a kid in
the open fields, and, catching up a firebrand in her mouth, made
towards the tree where the eagle's nest was, with a resolution
of revenge. She had scarce ascended the first branches, when
the eagle, terrified with the approaching ruin of herself and
family, begged of the fox to desist, and, with much submission,
returned her the cub again safe and sound.
If you intentionally injure your neighbor, you put iyw.i r lf
in his power.




THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE.


THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE.

tBHE long grass, burned brown
S In the summer's fierce heat,
Snaps brittle and dry
'Neath the traveller's feet,
As over the prairie,
Through all the long day,
His white, tent-like wagon
Miv-., slow on its way.

But hark in the distance
The dull, trampling tread;
And see how the sky
Has grown suddenly red!
What has lighted the west
At the hour of noon?
It is not the sunset,
It is not the moon !
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THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE.


The horses are rearing
And snorting with fear,
And over the prairie
Come flying the deer,
With hot, smoking haunches,
And eyes rolling back,
As if the fierce hunter
Were hard on their track.
The mother clasps closer
The babe on her arm,
While the children cling to her
In wildest alarm;
And the father speaks low,
As the red light mounts higher,
"We are lost! we are lost !
'Tis the prairie on fire !"
The boys, terror-stricken,
Stand still, all but one;
He has seen in a moment
The thing to be done;
He has lighted the grass,
The quick flames leap in air;
And the pathway before them
Lies smoking and bare !
Now the fire-fiend behind
Rushes on in his power,
But nothing is left
For his wrath to devour;
On the scarred, smoking earth
They stand safe, every one,
While the flames in the distance
Sweep harmlessly on.
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A GOOD-NIGHT SONG.


Then reverently under
The wide sky they kneel,
With spirits too thankful
To speak what they feel;
But the father in silence
Is blessing his boy,
While the mother and children
Are weeping for joy.

A GOOD-NIGHT SONG.

-- 0 bed, to bed, my curly head,
To bed, and sleep so sweetly;
SMerry and bright, with the morning light,
Be up and dressed so neatly.

Then for a walk, and a pleasant talk
About the birds and flowers;
And all the day, in work and play,
We'll pass the happy hours.
And then to bed, to rest the head,
And sleep until the morrow:
May every day thus glide away,
Without a shade of sorrow.

THE dew-drops on the summer morn
Sparkle upon the grass;
The village children brush them off
As through the fields they pass.
There are no gems in monarch's crown
More beautiful than they,
And yet we scarcely notice them,
But tread them off in play.
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THE TRAVELLERS AND THE BEAR.


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THE TRAVELLERS AND THE BEAR.
- WO men being to travel through a forest together, mutu-
alI ally promised to stand by each other in any danger they
-) should meet upon the way. They had not gone far
before a bear came rushing towards them out of a thicket;
upon which one, being a light, nimble fellow, got up into a tree;
the other, falling flat upon his face and holding his breath, lay
still while the bear came up and smelled at him; but that crea-
ture, supposing him to be a dead carcass, went back again into
the wood, without doing him the least harm. When all was
over, the spark who had climbed the tree came down to his
companion, and, with a pleasant smile, asked him what the bear
said to him; "For," says he, "I took notice that he clapped his
mouth very close to your ear." Why," replied the other, he
charged me to take care, for the future, not to put any confi-
dence in such cowardly rascals as you."
Professions of friendship are of little avail till they have
been tried.

AN indolent boy rarely, if ever, becomes a good business man.





THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.


THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.

SNE hot, sultry day, a wolf and a lamb happened to
come, just at the same time, to quench their thirst in
the stream of a clear silver brook that ran tumbling
down the side of a rocky mountain. The wolf stood
upon the higher ground, and the lamb at some distance from
him down the current. However, the wolf having a mind to
pick a quarrel with him, asked him what he meant by disturbing
the water, and making it so muddy that he could not drink?
and at the same time demanded satisfaction. The lamb, fright-
ened at this threatening charge, told him in a tone as mild as
possible that, with humble submission, he could not conceive
how that could be, since the water which he drank ran down
from the wolf to him, and therefore it could not be disturbed so
far up the stream. Be that as it will," replies the wolf, you
are a rascal, and I have been told that you treated me with ill
language, behind my back, about half a year ago." Upon my
word," says the lamb, "the time you mention was before I was
born." The wolf, finding it to no purpose to argue any longer
against truth, fell into a great passion, snarling and foaming at
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THE TRUE SECRET.


the mouth as if he had been mad; and drawing nearer to the
lamb, Sirrah," says he, "if it was not you, it was your father,
and that is all one." So he seized the poor innocent helpless
thing, tore it to pieces, and made a meal of it.
A person bent on injuring one more innocent than himself,
will never lack excuses.



THE TRUE SECRET.

T the house where I was staying, there were two little
sisters whom nobody could see without loving, for they
were always so happy together. They had the same
books and the same playthings, but never a quarrel
sprang up between them-no cross words, no pouts, no slaps,
no running away in a pet. On the green before the door, trund-
ling hoop, playing with Rover the dog or helping mother, they
were always the same sweet-tempered little girls.
"You never seem to quarrel," I said to them one day: "how
is it you are always so happy together?"
They looked up, and the eldest answered, "I s'pose 'tis 'cause
Addie lets me and I let Addie."



LITTLE THINGs.-Springs are little things, but they are
sources of large streams; a helm is a little thing, but it governs
the course of a ship; a bridle-bit is a little thing, but see its
use and powers; nails and pegs are little things, but they hold
the parts of a large building together; a word, a look, a smile,
a frown, are all little things, but powerful for good or evil.
Think of this and mind the little things.
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OUR DARLING.

) OUNDING like a football,
S Kicking at the door;
.. Falling from the table-top,
Sprawling on the floor;
Smashing cups and saucers,
Splitting dolly's head;
Putting little d. ._..i':
Into baby's bed.

Building shops and houses,
Spoiling father's hat,
Hiding mother's precious keys
Underneath the mat;
Jumping on the fender,
Poking at the fire,
Dancing on his little legs-
Legs that never tire.

Making mother's heart leap
Fifty times a day;
Aping everything we do,
Every word we say.
Shouting, laughing, tumbling,
Roaring with a will,
Anywhere and everywhere,
Never, never still.

Present-bringing sunshine;
Absent--leaving night;
That's our precious darling,
That's our hearts' delight.





THE HORSE.


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THE HORSE.
O"' 00K at this horse, what a fine, strong beast he is! and
| 1- I will tell you of what great use he is to man. He can
: draw great loads for miles, to towns far off, or we could
not sell our corn and hay. We can ride on his back
half the day, or we can put him in a gig and he will trot fast,
and soon take us where we wish to go; and if we give him some
hay and oats at night, he is quite glad. Poor, good horse! we
ought not to whip or spur him, but be kind to him, for he is a
good friend to us. He knows a great deal more than you would
think; for, if he has gone once to a place, he can find his own
way to it the next time he goes.
We will give him some clean straw for his bed, and some oats
and hay to eat.
A dray horse can draw great loads. A gig horse can trot
fast. A horse which men use when they hunt can jump high
and far; and a race horse can run so fast that no dog can pass it.

WHEREVER you are and whatever you do,
Oh never, no, never, forget to be true!





BEING USEFUL.


-C.


BEING USEFUL.


'M only quite a little girl,
But once was smaller still;
I used to cobble up my work,
And do it-oh, so ill!

And yet I always took such pains,
And thought I worked so well;
Perhaps you don't admire it yet,
Only you will not tell.

I can't quite thread my needle yet,
They make the hole so small;
Mother's the only one that can,
For granny can't at all.

And father says he can't see how
We women ever can;
The needles have such little eyes,-
But then he is a man.
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BEING USEFUL.


I am but quite a little girl,
But I am useful too,
For mother says so; I know how
Quite many things to do.

The cradle I can rock, and sing,
And carry baby out
A little way, and then I let
Him creep and trot about.

The dinner I can help to set,
And put away the tea;
And many things there are to do,
Just fit for Tom and me.

Sometimes we play at sweeping up,
And making all things neat;
We'd like to set the world to rights,
And have it clean and sweet.

But people laugh when we say so,
And say, "It can't be d6ne;"
But granny sighs, and says it might,
If "each one mended one."


A KINDLY word, a soothing look,
Have ready aye for all;
We are our Maker's handiwork;
He made us, great and small.
We're all the children of his care;
Oh, then, for His dear sake,
Be sure such usage still to give
As you would like to take.
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THE LOAF OF BREAD.


THE LOAF OF BREAD.


OME, children, if you will all sit down and keep quiet, I
will tell you a story father read to me last night.
The little ones all agreed to Tom's proposition, and
were soon seated around him.
So Tom began, as follows:-
In a time of famine a rich man allowed twenty of the
poorest children in the town to come to his house, and said to
them, "In this basket there is a loaf of bread for each of you;
take it, and come again at the same hour every day till God
sends better times."
The children pounced upon the basket, struggled and fought
over the bread, because each wished to have the largest and best
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USEFULNESS.


loaf, and then they went away without a word of thanks to
their friend.
But Francesca, a little girl meanly though neatly dressed,
stood at a distance, and gratefully took the loaf that was left in
the basket, which was the smallest, then she kissed the good
man's hand and went quietly home.
The next day the children were just as naughty and ill-be-
haved, and this time there was left for poor Francesca a loaf
that was hardly half as large as the others. But when she
reached home and her mother cut the bread, there fell out a
number of new pieces of silver. The mother was frightened,
and said, Take back the money this moment, for it is certainly
in the bread by mistake."
Francesca took it back.
But the kind man said, It is no mistake, my good child: I
had the money baked in the smallest loaf in order to reward
you. Be always as contented and yielding as you now are.
He who is contented with the smallest loaf, rather than quarrel
for the largest, will receive abundant blessings."



USEFULNESS.

OTHER," said little Annie Ray,
Why must I sit and sew ?
e [% Why must I dust the room each day ?
I'm sure I do not know.

"You say that 'tis less trouble
For you these things to do,
Than spend your time in teaching me;
And that I'm sure is true."
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USEFULNESS.


"But none, my Annie, ever live
In the bright world above,
But those who here on earth have striven
Others to help and love."

" 0, then," said Annie, I'll try each day
A useful child to be,
And gladly do the little tasks
That you appoint for me.
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USEFULNESS.


"Then, mother, let me run and play;
The little birds are singing,
The lark is on his upward way,
The bee his honey bringing.

"The butterfly from flower to flower
Roams o'er the smiling meadow,
The little brook sings on among
Sunshine and silent shadow."

"And he who would be glad as they,
Must be as useful too,"
The mother said, as to her side
Her child she fondly drew.

"Not for himself the light-winged lark
Sings as he upward soars,
But for his mate and nestlings dear
His song of love outpours.

"Not for himself the laden bee
Flies home on weary wings;
My Annie knows what honey sweet
From fields and woods he brings."





AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING.


AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING.

SET dogs delight to bark and bite,
SFor God hath made them so:
SLet bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature, too.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise:
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.


WHEN little ones worry
Their parents feel sorry,
And all who are near them are sad;
But when they are good,
And smile as they should,
Their friends are contented and glad.




A SUMMER CALL.


A SUMMER CALL.

IRLS and boys, come out to play,
STrees are green and fields are gay,
While little birds carol on every spray-
Girls and boys, come out to play.

Leave your slates, and close your books,
Come explore my pleasant nooks,
And see your shadows in mirroring brooks-
Girls and boys, come out to play.





A SUMMER CALL.


Tread the springy sward again,
Gather hawthorn down the lane,
And link the delicate daisy chain-
Girls and boys, come out to play.

Come in quest of violets rare,
Twine the primrose in your hair,
And seek for the hyacinth fresh and fair-
Girls and boys, come out to play.

Heed-oh, heed my loving call!
Fly the city's frowning wall,
I've a kiss for the cheek of one and all-
Shall bring the roses into play.

Be ye rich or be ye poor,
Child of gentle, or child of poor,
Alike to you do I open my store,
"So gather your May buds while you may."




THE COWS.


THE COWS.
SUN down the lane as fast as you can, and you will be in
time to see the cows. The gate is wide open, and they
will all walk into the yard. One of them has a calf,
of which she is very fond; you will find that she will
go up to the cowshed to see it, for she can hear it low. Cows
give us milk; and there is no part of a cow that is not of some
use, when it is killed. You have a cup and a shoe-horn made
of the cow's horn; and you have a box made of its bone; and
part of your shoe is made of its skin; and you often dine on
beef and eat suet dumplings.
At one time cattle lived in a wild state, and men used to go out
and hunt them; a few of this sort are yet kept in the parks.
Last year your aunt took me to see some wild cattle that were
kept in a park not very far from her home. I did not see them
very well, for they were a long way off, near a dark wood, and
we did not wish to go very near them. The man at the gate
told us that when he goes into the park, the herd will come up
to him, but not very near: then one bull will come out from the
herd to look at him, and paw the turf with his hoof, and toss his
head, and lash his tail, and then dash off; but by and by he
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PIGGY'S MISSION.


will come back, and stop, not far from the man this time; and
so he will go on till the man gets out of his way, for fear of
being tossed.
When a calf is born, the cow will hide it in the fern, till it
can run; but if any one goes up to it, it will butt with its head
and paw the turf, just like an old bull.

PIGGY'S MISSION.
'-'RED'S father had committed to him the care of the pigs
[ and the hens. The hens were all right. They stayed
Sin their pens till they were let out, and went to bed in
good time.
But the pigs Fred didn't love, particularly one that always
would be getting out, and then away he would go.
One morning Fred sat down in his mother's neat kitchen,
with a look of desperation on his face.
"Well, Fred, and what now ?"
I just want to know what that pig's good for. She's out
again, and when I went to drive her in, away she went, like mad."
I really can think of but one thing," said his mother, quietly.
"What's that?"
"I hardly think you will agree with me."
"I will. She's of no use now but to try my patience, and I
should like her put to some other purpose."
"I am glad to find you agree with me, after all," said his
mother, smiling. I really can see no use for poor piggy just
at present, but to try my boy's patience. And if patience shall
have its perfect work, I think that even piggy's mission will
not be an unworthy one."
Fred wisely concluded that if that really was all that piggy
was good for, he would try and bear it cheerfully. And so
piggy's mission was accomplished.
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FLOSSIE'S BIRDS.


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BIRDS.


HIRP-chirp!
Flossie loved birds, but for some reason she was not
ready to feed them that morning, though she was in the
habit of doing so, and had made them so tame that they
came every day expecting it, and would hop so near as almost
to be touched, looking up in her face with their bright, fearless
eyes.
It was a splendid summer morning. Flossie's home wore an
inviting aspect, nestled in among elms and lindens; a grassy
lawn in front sweeping down to the road, flower-garden and
orchard on one side, and on the other a broad, beautiful river,
glistening in the sunlight and reflecting the blue sky, sprinkled
with fleecy clouds. At a little distance stood an old mill, its
water-wheel plashing musically, and beyond were other homes,
wooded hills, and waving grain-fields.
But all this beauty seemed lost upon the little girl, who sat
moodily in the side of the porch.
"What is the matter, Flossie ?" asked her aunt, coming up
the walk.





FLOSSIE'S BIRDS.


Oh, auntie, I wanted so much to go to South Shore to-day-
we expected to-and father won't! It's too bad !"
"No doubt he has some good reason, dear; you know he
very seldom refuses you a pleasure. You can go some other
day; we shall have warm weather some weeks yet."
Auntie tried to change the current of the little girl's thoughts
or rouse her to some unselfish act; but Flossie persisted in
making herself uncomfortable, and her aunt went into the house.
A robin flew down close to his little friend, and two or three
sparrows hopped about, asking as plainly as they could for their
wonted meal; but she was too much wrapped up in herself to
heed them.
She arose and walked slowly along the garden path. Here
and there were chairs, and Flossie sat down in the grape-arbor.
The day was very warm, and she fell asleep.
The little birds she had neglected seemed to come to her, and
(for you know all sorts of queer things happen in dreams) she
began to understand their notes and chirpings. What did they
say to her?
Well, first they sang together a pretty song about the beau-
tiful morning, the green woods and flowing river, the sunny
sky and grand old hills; their own cozy nests, where baby-
birds were waiting for them to bring home breakfast.
Oh, birdies," said Flossie-for she began to feel for them-
"I haven't helped you any this morning; I will give you some
crumbs."
There were some quick little chirpings which meant,-
"Thank you! We're very glad; we were afraid you had
forgotten us and wouldn't care for us any more."
Then a robin hopped up to her and chirped,-
"What is the matter? You don't look as if you felt well
and happy, as we do. Are you sick ?"
Flossie by this time felt quite ashamed that she must tell her
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FEEDING THE BIRDS.


feathered friends the lovely morning was lost to her because she
could not have her own way !
"Well, I would not sit and think about it," warbled the
robin; "we don't when we cannot find what we want, or have
things as we like best. We go right about our work. If we're
building nests, we keep building as nicely as we can. If we've
eggs, mainma robin sits patiently, not letting a breath of cold
air touch them, while I do the providing. If we've young birds,
we fly round and hunt up food, feed them, brood them tenderly,
teach them to fly and sing. We all have our work to do, and
for others besides ourselves; we do it cheerfully, constantly, not
for reward or from fear, but out of love."
"Yes, that's it," piped Bobolink; and we don't stop to fret.
If it rains to-day, we say, sunshine to-morrow."
If anything goes wrong," chimed in yellow-bird, we sing,
more days coming! Even if we lose our nests-and we do
grieve sorely over that-we take courage and build others. We
get our sunshine, make the most of it, and the rain don't last."
A swallow flew down to the river's edge to drink and bathe;
and as Flossie watched him merrily splashing the water over
himself with feet, wings, and head, she thought she would never
let her mother need tell her to be tidy. The bad feelings were
melting away, the sunshine coming back to her heart.





FEEDING THE BIRDS.

OME, little birdies,
Come and be fed,
I've brought you a lapful
Of nice crumbled bread.





LITTLE PUSSY.


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LITTLE PUSSY.

LOVE little pussy, her coat is so warm;
And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.
She'll sit by my side, and I'll give her some food,
And pussy will love me, because I am good.

My kitty is gentle, she loves me right well;
How funny her play is I'm sure I can't tell.
Now under the sofa, now under the table,
She runs and plays bo-peep as well is she's able.
Oh, dearly I love her You never did see
Two happier playmates than kitty and me.
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THE ROADSIDE INN.
CHIS is a very old inn by the roadside, called "The Jolly
Fishers," though why it should be called by that name
I can't say; but inns have very funny names sometimes.
I wonder if they will give that poor man something to
eat, who looks so tired as he leans up against the fence. He
has been walking along the dusty road, and is no doubt glad to
rest awhile before going farther on. What a funny-looking
little man on horseback away at the other end of the picture.
See if your sharp eyes can find him.

GoOD boys and girls should never say,
I will," and, Give me these:"
O no; that never is the way,
But, Mother, if you please."
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THE SNOW BALL.


THE SNOW BALL.
THE SNOW BALL.


SiURRAH! hurrah! for the snow. What a big ball we
.1 have made! Little Ned has his wheelbarrow to help
r carry the snow. Kitty and Bess have not got their
hats; they'will catch cold, I fear. Nurse does not know
they are out; but they are good little girls, and will go in when
she calls them.

LIFE is a see-saw game at best,
And whether you're up or down,
Do your duty, and don't forget
'Tis better to laugh than frown.
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THE SKETCH BOOK.


THE SKETCH BOOK.


OGETHER sat the sisters, looking over their book, hardly
2, knowing how to express their delight at the many beau-
Stiful pictures which met their eyes.
There were old castles, standing like grim sentinels
upon the brinks of frowning precipices ; lovely lakes, in which
were mirrored the graceful trees and sloping hills that encircled
them; and there were many rural scenes, where were simple
cottages with their pleasant surroundings; flocks feeding on the
river-banks, and "quiet cattle standing knee-deep in the gliding
waters."
"See!" said Gertrude, as in turning a leaf she caught a
glimpse of a lovely group of children. "This must be a picture
of the German family brother Herbert has mentioned in his
letters. 'Good-night to the sun' he has written under it. See,
Laura! There is little Gottleib away out on the edge of the





"SHINE YOUR BOOTS, SIR?"


cliff, with his staff in one hand and his hat in the other, stretch-
ing out his arms and looking as if he were singing."
And that sweet young girl," said Laura, who stands there,
shading her eyes with her hand, must be the good Annette he
wrote to us about, who is so like a mother to the other little
ones."
I remember about her," said Gertrude. "She was only
ten years old when her mother died, leaving her the care of
both her baby sister and her little brother, who was hardly
more than a baby. Brother Herbert stayed all night there once,
in their little cottage among the mountains."



"SHINE YOUR BOOTS, SIR?"

IHE voice was childish and sweet-toned, but a little un-
steady. The man glanced down. From under the brim
Sof an old felt hat that had once been white, a pair of
soft, large eyes looked up into his.
"Shine your boots, sir ?"
The man shook his head, as he uttered a brief "No," and
passed on.
But the tender face and soft, asking eyes haunted him. After
walking on for half a block, trying to forget the face of the boy,
he stopped, turned around, and went back, he hardly knew why.
Shine your boots, sir ?" It was the same innocent voice, but
a little firmer in tone. He looked down at the bare feet and
worn old clothes, and a, feeling of pity touched his heart.
Not this morning, my lad," answered the man, "but here's
the price of a shine;" and reached him ten cents.
Haven't come to that yet." And the lad drew himself up
a little proudly. I'm not a beggar, but a bootblack. Just let
me shine 'em, sir. Won't keep you a minute."
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" SHINE YOUR BOOTS, SIR?"


There was no resisting this appeal. So the man placed his
boot on the boy's foot-rest, and in a little while its surface was
like polished ebony.
Thank you!" said the little fellow, as, on finishing the second
boot, he received his fee.


"THAT'S How."-After a great snow-storm, a little fellow
began to shovel a path through a large bank before his mother's
door. He had nothing but a small shovel to work with.
How do you expect to get through that drift?" asked a man
passing by.
By k* piij at it," said the boy, cheerfully; that's how."
_,-~--_ _-- -,






















MOTHER," said a little girl, I gave a beggar-child a drink
of water, and she said 'Thank you!' so beautifully that it made
me glad. I shall never forget it."
Now, if any one feels fretful or discontented, or unhappy in
any way, here is the medicine. Let him do a "thank you's"
worth of kindness every hour, and he will be cured.
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THE OLD MILL.
: HEN I was a little girl I was very fond of wandering
I off by myself through the fields and woods.
The most beautiful spot to me in all my rambles was
where a mill stood with a great pond beside it. The
pond was surrounded by great trees, the branches of which bent
down almost to the water; while away up at its upper end
willows grew in a dense thicket, and with their light cool green
made a delightful contrast with the sombre hues of the other
trees. Here too, up among the willows, the rushes grew tall and









thick, and the "spatter-docks" spread their broad leaves over
the surface of the water. But farther down the pond was deep
and clear.
I remember how happy I was once, when a boy in a crazy old
boat took me out to the centre of the pond. It was my very first
ride on the water. And to float around on its glassy surface
and up under the green boughs of the trees was like an adven-
ture in fairy-land. The mere sight of the pond always filled me
with a kind of fear; but when I was upon it, I never thought
of feeling afraid.


A LITTLE girl of eight or ten summers being asked what dust
was, replied that it was mud with the juice squeezed out."





A CRIPPLE FOR LIFE.


A CRIPPLE FOR LIFE.

AVE you noticed that poor little fellow on crutches, at
41H) the white house round the corner ?" said one of three
'JJ ladies who were spending an afternoon together.
"Yes, and it was just in my thought to speak of
him," was answered. "I noticed the child yesterday in our
garden playing with my Mary. She was just putting a little
doll of her's into a cart, and the boy had tied a string to his
crutch and in that way was going to draw it. He has such a
sweet, patient face. He can't be more than ten years old."
"And a cripple for life !" said the third lady.
How sad it is, and how kind all the children should be to the
poor and suffering, and thank God that they are sound in all
their limbs!

THE more you draw from the well of truth the clearer the
water becomes.















"I DIDN'T THINK."
ARRY was a bright, warm-hearted boy. He wished to
'I make every one happy, but somehow he seemed not
Only to be often in trouble himself, but to make trouble
for those around him.
One morning mother said, "Try and be quiet, children, for
Aunt Fanny has a headache." Harry was the first to promise
that he would be still.
Not ten minutes after he was romping with Nero, shouting
at him and making him bark. Mother sent Nellie to tell him
to be quiet. "I am sorry," he said; I didn't think."
In a few minutes he was showing as near as he could the way
lions roar and bears growl. Oh, I didn't think," said Harry.
Shall I tell you how by just this one great fault of not think-
ing, Harry very nearly lost his life? One summer his father
took a cottage at the sea-shore, and great was the delight of the
children to stand on a rock overhanging the sea, and watch the
great ships skimming the water like giant swans. But it was
quite a dangerous point, and their mother had often cautioned
the children against going to the edge of the rock. One morn-
ing they had been playing near this spot; Harry had taken off
his shoes and stockings, and Nellie was gathering berries. She
had wandered far out of sight among the thick bushes: but
after picking all she could, she returned to where she had left
Harry a few moments before. What was her horror to find
















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THE DRUMMER BOY


him standing close to the edge of the rock. She was afraid to
speak, knowing that a sudden start would send him headlong
on the rocks below. Hardly daring to breathe, she stole up
noiselessly behind him, with outstretched arm, until she was near
enough to catch firm hold on his clothes, when with a sudden
jerk she saved him from what might have been a horrible
death.
"Oh, Harry!" said Nellie, "how could you have been so
careless?"
"I am dreadfully sorry, Nellie, but I didn't think."
So you see, dear children, how terrible might have been the
consequences of not thinking.


THE DRUMMER BOY.
CN a certain regiment there was a drummer boy only thir-
teen years old, who was also a Sunday-school scholar. One
day, while marching through the streets, the captain saw a
very beautiful flag flying over a gin-palace, and ordered his
men to halt and give it a salute. The boy had always obeyed
orders, but this time he thought the salute was meant for the
place as well as for the flag, and he stood still, and not a single
beat was heard from his drum. The captain sternly asked him
the reason of this.
Sir," said the brave lad, I would not go into such a place
as that, and I cannot salute it."
My good boy," replied the captain, patting him on the
shoulder, "you are right and I am wrong."





JENNIE.


JENNIE.
ENNIE is a crippled lass,
S Pale, and sad, and wan;
- Won't you go and cheer her up,
Gladly, if you can?
In her chair she sadly sits
All the summer day,
Listening, while the other girls
Laugh, and shout, and play.

There she sits so dull and sad;
Don't you long to try
If you cannot make her smile,
When you pass her by?
Haven't you a picture-book
You could bring and show?
Tales of wild and sunny lands
Jennie likes to know.
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THE ESQ UIMA UX.


F


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THE ESQUIMAUX.

ND now for the Esquimaux boy and his dinner!" ex-
claimed John, as he bounded into the house on coming
home from school. His mother took down a book from
the shelf, and showed him a picture, which we have
copied for our little readers.
What a queer-looking boy !" said John. "What a funny
dress! What is he doing, mother ?"
Getting his dinner," she replied.
Catching birds ?"
"Yes. You see an Esquimaux lad, who lives away off in
the icy north. He is dressed in furs to keep him warm. It is
night for half the year where he lives, and he is always sur-
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THE ESQUIMA UX.


rounded with ice and snow. During the greater part of this
long night, he lives in a room away down under the snow, to
get into which the people have to crawl through a long low
passage-way, sometimes twenty or thirty feet long. In this
room, not larger than our kitchen, six or seven persons often
live. They have no wood nor coal in their snow and ice-covered
country. To get light, and fire to cook with, they burn grease
in lamps and pans. Their food is walrus, and seal, and bear's
meat; and in the short summer they catch birds that flock there
in millions to lay their eggs and rear their young. They have no
flour, nor beans, nor rice, nor sugar. No ripe fruits, nor garden
vegetables such as we have."
Oh, what a dreadful place to live in !" said John.
"But they don't think so; and the boy you see with his
bird's net of seal-skin tied to the end of a narwhal's tusk, and
standing on an ice-covered ledge of rock jutting out over the
water, doesn't think it any more of a hardship to get his dinner
in this way, than you did to run over to the store this morning
for yours and mine."
What kind of birds is he catching, mother ?" asked John.
"They are called little auks, and are something like ducks,
but with shorter wings. The great auk is as large as a goose,
and can swim under water faster than a man can row a boat;
indeed, it is said that six men in a boat once pursued a great
auk, swimming under water, but couldn't overtake it."







MR. NOBODY.

S ID you ever hear of Mr. Nobody, little reader? I'm sure
I. you must have heard of him, for he's about 'most all the
While and seems to be doing a great deal of mischief.
Here is something about him which we take from a
magazine published in England:

"I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody's house.
There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

"'Tis he who always tears our books-
Who leaves our doors ajar;
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar.
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For, prithee, don't you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody?

"The finger-marks upon the doors
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see
Are not our boots-they all belong
To Mr. Nobody."
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"ONLY COING DOWN TO TATE'S."

I MUST tell you a little story about my parrot, which I
have often told to my nieces and nephews.
My father was an old gentleman who was very regular
in his habits, and every evening it was his custom to take
a stroll after tea to visit some very old friends of the name of
Tate, who lived close by in the next street; and before leaving
the house he would open the door of the dining-room, where we
used to sit, and would say aloud, Only going down to Tate's,"
and then we knew he would be absent for an hour or two, chat-
ting with his old friend Mr. Tate.
Now it happened one evening that Polly's cage-door was left
open. We sometimes let him walk about the room when he
was very good, as a great treat. And this evening, of which I
speak, we suddenly missed him from the room, and could not
think where he had gone; and as we were very fond of him, we
all set to work and searched the house high and low, looking
into every corner and cranny, and calling, "Polly, Polly,"
everywhere. But no Polly answered our repeated cries, and no
Polly could we find. So at last my father left, as usual, to pay
his visit to our neighbors, leaving us still looking for our pet.
But what was his surprise upon turning the corner of the street
to see Polly quietly waddling down the middle of the road.
"Why, Polly,". said he, where are you going ?"
Upon which Master Poll cocked his impudent little head on
one side, and looked up and said, Only '",,';, down to Tate's."
How my father laughed when he brought him home perched
on his hand, for the curious thing was that Poll was actually
going in the direction of the Tates' house, which made it all the
more amusing.
After that we took better care to shut his cage-door.
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ANNA'S STAY AT THE SEASIDE.


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ANNA'S STAY AT THE SEASIDE.

NNA GRAY'S health was so poor one summer, that the
doctor said nothing but a few weeks at the seaside would
do her any good. So her father, Mr. Gray, found a
quiet place down by the sea, where he engaged board for
Anna and her mother. Anna was at first much pleased with
the excitement of travelling, but she was tired before she reached
her journey's end, and her head ached from the jar and noise
of the cars. She was very glad to go to bed as soon as she had
eaten her supper, without taking even a look at the ocean.
But the next morning she went out with her mamma on the
sand. When she first caught sight of the immense stretch of
water, she felt very frightened. It seemed as if the great waves
would roll right upon her and crush her. But she soon found
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LITTLE THINGS.


that after they had broken in a long white line of surf near the
shore, they came creeping harmlessly in until they at last gently
lapped the sand at her feet. Then she took off her shoes and
stockings and stood in the sand, and let the water come up around
her feet. Sometimes, when a bigger wave than usual came in,
she would have to scamper to get out of its way.
She saw presently that the water was gaining on her, and that
she had constantly to go backward to keep out of its reach.
She did not understand this, and asked her mother what it
meant. Her mother explained to her that it was the tide coming
in. She told her that for six hours the water would steadily
advance, until it would almost cover the sand where they were
standing. Then for six hours it would steadily go out until it
left it all bare. Then the water would again return and again
recede; and so it continued to do day after day and year after
year.
Then Anna made little holes in the sand, and watched to see
how long it would take the waves to creep up to them. She
enjoyed her morning on the sands very much, and as soon as
she began to feel tired she went in-doors.



LITTLE THINGS.

PRINGS are little things, but they are sources of large
streams; a helm is a little thing, but it governs the
course of a ship; a bridle-bit is a little thing, but see its
use and powers; nails and pegs are little things, but they
hold the parts of a large building together; a word, a look, a
smile, a frown, are all little things, but powerful for good or
evil. Think of this and mind the little things.





ROBIN AND ROSE.

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ROBIN AND ROSE.
OWN on the grass, where tall meadow-sweet grows,
Waved by the winds of the West,
Brave little Robin and dear little Rose,
Happy as birds in a nest,
Gather bright blossoms, and prattle away
Merrily one to another;
No pair of linnets chirp brighter than they-
Loving sweet sister and brother!
Rosie's straw hat is all garlanded round
With a, delicious festoon;
Chainwork of daisy-blooms, fresh from the ground;
Ox-eyes as fair as the moon.
Wind-music seems to be floating along
Over the sister and brother,
Like this refrain of a beautiful song-
"Little ones, love one another!"
64







MAKING SUNSHINE.


DEAR, it always does rain when I want to go anywhere!"
cried little Jennie Moore. "It's too bad! Now I've
got to stay in-doors, and I know I shall have a
wretched day."
"Perhaps so," said Uncle Jack; "but you need not have a
wretched day unless you choose."
How can I help it ? I wanted to go to the park, and play
on the grass, and pull wild flowers; and now there is not going
to be any sunshine at all, and I shall have to stand here and
see it rain all day long."
"Well, let's make a little sunshine," said Uncle Jack. This
made Jennie smile through her tears, showing that Uncle Jack
had manufactured a few rays already. So Jennie agreed to be
his partner in this new business, and went to work according to
these three rules:
First, Don't think of what might have been if the day had
been better,
Second, See how many things there are left to enjoy.
And lastly, Do all you can to make other people happy.
Jennie began by amusing her little brother, who was crying.
By the time she had him riding a chair and laughing she was
laughing too. After that she found many a pleasant amuse-
ment, and when bed-time came she kissed her uncle good-night,
and was even far more happy than if she had spent the day in
playing on the grass and gathering wild flowers. But that was
not all. She dreamed that night that Uncle Jack had built a
great house, and put a sign over the door which read-
SUNSHINE FACTORY.
She made uncle laugh when she told her dream; but she never
forgot what you must remember: A cheerful heart makes its own
sunshine.





GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER.


GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER!
ILLIE, if you will sit right quietly here on this book,
I will tell you the story that mamma read me last
night."
The little boy promised to remain quiet, and Edith
commenced her story.
Once there was a little girl named Ellen. One day she
was playing in the garden, and a large gray goose walked up to
her.
"Where do you come from ?" said Ellen.
But the goose did not speak. It only stood still and looked
up in her face.
"Perhaps it is a fairy goose, and will lay golden eggs for
me," thought Ellen. Then she spoke to the goose again, and
said,-





GOOSEY GOOSEY, GANDER.


"Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither do you wander-
Up-stairs and down-stairs,
And in my lady's chamber?
Goosey, goosey, nice wouldd be,
If you'd stay, and gold eggs lay
Every day for me."

But the goose was silent, only it came and rubbed its head
against Ellen's dress.
"What a tame goose you are!" said Ellen, stroking it. It
was, indeed, very tame, and it followed Ellen round the garden
and down to the river.
But when it saw the water, it stretched out its wings, and
said, Quack, quack !"
Then it plunged in and swam away. Goosey, Goosey, come
back!" shouted Ellen, as loud as she could.
But the goose did not turn its head; it went on swimming
away, till at last it was out of sight.
"It is going home," said Ellen, sitting down; "perhaps to
fairyland."
For she was still thinking about the wonderful goose she had
read about in "Jack and the Beanstalk."




THE LITTLE ARTIST


THE LITTLE ARTIST.

SUST see, papa! Archie has made a man."
Mr. Loring looked up from his newspaper, and out
, through the window at which he was sitting to the fence
on which Archie had drawn a rude figure with a piece
of chalk.
Why, so he has! Are you going to be an artist, my boy ?"
"Yes, papa; I mean to be an artist like Mr. Rowe, and
paint pictures.'"
It is not such an easy thing to be an artist as you think, my
boy," said papa, but takes years of study and hard work."
Little Flora looked at her brother and then at his drawing
on the fence in a proud way, and said, But still, papa, even
then 'tisn't every one can be an artist."
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PAPA'S LONG STORY


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PAPA'S LONG STORY.
R. CHARLTON was sitting alone in the study, when







the door opened, and two little voices cried at once,
Papa, my dear papa! do tell us a story, and let it




be a good long story."
You want a long story, my little ones ?" said Mr. Charlton,
with a smile: well, listen, and I will give you one that will
PAPA'S LONG STORY.




occupy a long time in telling."the hen
Oh, that willdoor opened, and twoexclaimed little voices cried at once,



Gertrude seemed decidedly of the same opinion.
"Well, sPapa, my dear papa! do tell us along story, and let it
be a good long story."begin."
You we must a long story, my dear little ones?" said Mr. Charlton,
with a smile: "well, listory;en, and I will give not told you one that will
occupy arlton had come home later than usual that evening, handling "
that it was very near taouhe children's bexclaimed-time, a fact which the
little rogues knew pecidedly of thwell. Now, their mamma wasnion.
always anxious that Andrew and Gertrude should go tory is goin
to begin."
But we must wait a moment, my dear little readers, before
we begin this famous story; for I have not told you that Mr.
Charlton had come home later than usual that evening, and
that it was very near the children's bed-time, a fact which the
little rogues knew perfectly well. Now, their mamma was
always anxious that Andrew and Gertrude should go to bed in





PAPA'S LONG STORY


proper time; for late hours are not healthy for little children,
who should remember the old proverb, Early to bed and early
to rise;" so that the children were highly delighted, and
mamma was a little alarmed, when Mr. Charlton prepared to
begin his long story so late in the evening. Having given you
this piece of explanation, we will let papa tell his story for him-
self. He said,-
Once upon a time there was a good careful shepherd. He
had begun with a very few sheep of his own; but now the flock
had increased, through his care and watchfulness, so that he
had nearly two hundred lambs, besides the old sheep. But be-
sides these sheep he had a pretty little daughter, of whom he
was exceedingly fond; and the little girl took greatly to the
lambs, especially to those that were weak and required care;
and the lambs, on their part, would follow her about every-
where, and seemed to thank her for the care and kindness she
showed to them.
"Now, one day the shepherd, who had driven all the sheep
and lambs out into the meadow, determined to take them into a
new meadow where there was some fine fresh grass. But to
get to this meadow it was requisite to cross a swift and rapid
streamlet, and the only way across this streamlet was by a very
weak and narrow bridge, formed of a single plank. Now, the
shepherd feared that if he let his sheep and lambs crowd all
together on this bridge, it might break beneath their weight, or
that some of them, in their hurry to get across, might push
others over into the water. Therefore he called his little
daughter, and told her to cross the streamlet, and to coax one
lamb over after her; and when that was safe on the other side,
to return and call another, and so on, until all should have
crossed; but to be careful that only one lamb followed her
each time.
Now you can fancy how often the little maid would have to





THE COCK AND THE FOX.


recross the bridge before all the sheep followed her one by one
and were in safety in the opposite meadow; and, indeed, it will
take such a long time that we must wait till to-morrow before
they have crossed-and you see what a long story this will make.
Therefore I propose that in the mean time you both go to bed."
Here their papa paused, and Gertrude and Andrew both
looked a little foolish. But, as they went up-stairs, they de-
cided it would perhaps be better to wait for an evening when
papa came home early, before they asked him for a long
story again.

















THE COCK AND THE FOX.
^* HE fox, passing early one summer's morning near a farm-
| yard, was caught in a spring, which the farmer had
planted there for that end. The cock, at a distance, saw
what had happened; and, hardly yet daring to trust him-
self too near so dangerous a foe, approached him cautiously, and
peeped at him, not without some horror and dread of mind.
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POWER OF KINDNESS.


Reynard no sooner perceived it, but he addressed himself to him
with all the designing artifice imaginable. Dear cousin," says
he, you see what an unfortunate accident has befallen me here,
and all upon your account; for, as I was creeping through yon-
der hedge in my way homeward, I heard you crow, and was
resolved to ask you how you did before I went any farther; but
by the way I met with this disaster; and therefore now I must
become a humble suitor to you for a knife to cut this plaguy
string, or, at least, that you would conceal my misfortune till I
have gnawed it asunder with my teeth." The cock seeing how
the case stood, made no reply, but posted away as fast as he
could, and gave the farmer an account of the whole matter; who,
taking a good weapon along with him, came and did the fox's
business before he could have time to contrive his escape.
T/i' r/' is no greater error than to bestow sympathy and aid
on undeserving subjects.





POWER OF KINDNESS.

POOR woman used to give an elephant, who often passed
her stall in the market, a handful of greens, of which
he was very fond. One day he was in a great fury, and
broke away from his keeper, and came raging down the
market-place. Every one.fled, and in her haste the market-
woman forgot her little child. But the furious elephant, instead
of trampling it to death, picked it up tenderly and laid it on
one side in a place of safety. Do you think she was sorry she
gave him his handful of greens as he went by? No. We
never lose by a kind action, no matter to whom it is done.





THE WOLF.


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THE WOLF.
C-HERE once lived, in a small log cabin among the west-
2 1 e ern wilds, two little children named Eddie and Nelly
Grey. They were very pretty children. Nelly was ten
years old, and had beautiful golden curls and blue eyes;
and Eddie was eight, and the color of his eyes and hair was
brown. They were very good children, too, and always obeyed
their parents; and in so doing, as you will see by my story,
their lives were one day saved.
Mr. Grey and his wife were one day compelled to ride over to
the nearest settlement, a little town about ten miles away, to
attend to some law business, about a claim to their land. They
had never left the children alone before; but it was necessary
that they should do so on that day; and so, after many repeated
charges to Nelly and Eddie to keep the door fast, and on no
account to leave the house, they rode away on their great black
horse.





THE WOLF.


After Nelly and Eddie had watched their father and mother
out of sight, and seen that the cabin windows and doors were all
fast, they went to their play.
But Eddie soon tired of his blocks and top, and came
running to his sister.
"Nelly," he said, "I'm tired of building block-houses in
here, and want to run out-doors and play. Do you think
mamma would care much if I went out a little while ?"
Nelly replied, "Oh, Eddie, you mustn't go! You know we
promised mamma and papa not to leave the house, and it would
be wrong."
Oh, sister, the sun is shining so bright, and the flowers look
so pretty."
But his sister had not time to reply again, for Eddie's eyes,
turned toward the window, had caught sight of other objects
than flowers; and with a pale, terrified face, and eyes dilating
with horror, his voice sank away to a faint whisper, as he
gasped out,-
"Oh, Nelly! look! look!"
The girl did look toward the window, and saw there a pair
of large, fierce eyes pressed close against the pane, and a long
sharp nose and pointed ears, that told who was the visitor.
"A wolf!" cried Eddie, shuddering and drawing close to his
sister, who was as pale as he, but had more presence of mind;
for in an instant she sprang up and ran and drew the thick
oaken shutters over the window and fastened them; then she
ran to the door to see if that was barred; and then went to the
one other room of the cabin, and made the window fast in the
same way; Eddie keeping close to her all the time.
After Nelly had closed the shutters, the room was quite dark;
so she lighted a candle and put it upon a stand in the centre of
the room, and then sat down by it, with Eddie in her arms.
But they did not sit there long in silence, for soon they heard
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A KISS, NOT A BLOW.


the wolf leap against the window; and then they heard fierce
howls beyond, at first in the distance, and then coming nearer,
till many feet tramped about the house.
Nelly got up and pushed a table against the outer door,
which was of strong oak and fastened with a heavy bar; then
she said to her brother, encouragingly,-
"Don't be afraid, Eddie; the wolves can't get in, and father
and mother will be here soon."
But the feet seemed to be multiplied; the howls and fierce
yells came louder and faster; and the whole woods seemed alive
with the horrid pack. The two children cowered down in
the centre of the room in mute terror. For nearly an hour
this dreadful concert lasted; and then, just as Nelly and Eddie
thought they couldn't bear it any longer, they heard the tramp-
ing of horses' feet on the prairie ground, and the sound of rifle-
shots, and then the yells of the wolves grew fainter and died
away.
In a few moments more, their parents' voices fell upon their
ears, and the children sprang to the door and drew back the
bolt, to be clasped in their arms.


A KISS, NOT A BLOW.
SSTRIKE 'oo," cried a little boy in a sharp tone to his
sister.
I kiss 'oo," said his sister, stretching out her arms and
putting up her rosy lips in a sweet kiss.
Tommy looked a look of wonder. Did his little ears hear
right ? They did, for there was a kiss on Susy's lips. A smile
broke over his angry face, like sunshine on a dark cloud.
I kiss 'oo," he said; and the little brother and sister hugged
and kissed each other right heartily. A kiss for a blow is better
than tit for tat, isn't it ?





THE STRAY CHICKS.


THE STRAY CHICKS.
OOD morning, pretty hen!
How many chickens have you got,
Madam? I've got ten;
Three of them are yellow,
And three of them are brown,
And four of them are black and white,
The nicest in the town."

That is what the old hen might have sung on other mornings
when Mary came out to feed her and her brood, but this morn-
ing four chicks had gone astray: two of the speckles and one
of the browns, and Tiny, the little yellow chick, had travelled
off into the clover. They were rather small to hunt insects for
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THE STRAY CHICKS.


themselves, and their mother had called and called to them to
come back. But they were like some children. They kept
right on, and pretended they never heard. Of course their poor
mother could not get out to attend to them, so she was in a great
worry when Mary came. When Mary sprinkled the corn for
the rest, she clucked the loudest, as if to inform her of her
loss.
What shall we do about them, mother ?" asked Mary, much
disturbed. The hawks will surely get them; or they will get
lost in the tall clover, and never get back."
It is as bad to them as a great wood would be to me," said
Mary.
"They will come trotting back after a while," said mother.
"They will hear the hen's call, and will follow the sound, and
he glad enough to snuggle down under her wing."
That day the hawk went swooping down over the fields, flying
very low; and such a commotion as it made in the poultry-yard!
The little lost chicks knew by some means that it was an enemy,
and cried piteously and fought blindly about in the tall clover-
tufts in their frantic efforts to get out. But it is much easier
getting into mischief than getting out. They made such a noise,
it is a dozen chances to one but the hawk would have had
chicken-pie for his dinner, if faithful Mary had not gone in
search of and brought them safe back.



LITTLE SUNSHINE.-Who is Little Sunshine? The child
who does not pout, or frown, or say cross words, but who goes
about the house laughing, smiling, singing, saying kind words
and doing kind deeds-that child is Little Sunshine. Does
anybody know Little Sunshine? Where does Little Sunshine
live ?





MY SISTER.


MY SISTER.

SHAD a little sister once,
And she was wondrous fair;
Like twined links of yellow gold
Was the waving of her hair.

Her face was like a day in June,
When all is sweet and still,
And the shadows of the summer clouds
Crept softly o'er the hill.

O my sister's voice-I hear it yet;
It comes upon mine ear
Like the singing of a joyous bird,
When the summer months are near.

Sometimes the notes would rise at eve
So fairy-like and wild,
My mother thought a spirit sang,
And not the gentle child.
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MY SISTER.


And oh! like them, as they come in the spring
And with summer's fate decay,
She passed with the sun's last parting smile
From life's rough path away.

And when she died-'neath an old oak-tree
My sister's grave was made;
For, when on earth, she used to love
Its dark and pensive shade.

And, every spring, in that old tree
The song-birds build their nests,
And wild flowers bloom on the soft green turf
Where my dear sister rests:

And the children of our village say,
That on my sister's tomb
The wild flowers are the last that fade,
And the first that ever bloom.

She was too pure for earthly love-
Strength to our hearts was given,
And we yielded her, in her childhood's light,
To a brighter home in heaven.




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THE SAILOR AND THE LION.


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THE SAILOR AND THE LION.
K HE lion is strong and cruel, yet he will become attached
I to those who treat him kindly. A story is told of one
who was brought from India, and who on the passage
grew very fond of a sailor who had charge of him. His
name was Nero." On being shut up in a cage in London, he
grew sulky and was very fierce when any one came near him,
so that it was dangerous even for his keeper to approach him.
One day, a few weeks after Nero had been shut up in his
new prison, a party of sailors visited the menagerie, and were
warned by the keeper not to go too near the lion, who every
now and then turned and growled savagely at those who were
looking at him. All at once one of these sailors ran up to the
cage, and, thrusting his hand in, cried out,-
What old shipmate don't you know me? What cheer,
old Nero, my lad ?"





SEE, THE STARS ARE COMING.


The lion instantly left off feeding and growling, sprang up on
the bars of the cage and put out his nose between them. Jack
patted him on the head, and the lion rubbed his hand with his
whiskers like a cat, showing evident signs of pleasure.
Ah !" said Jack, turning to the keeper and spectators, who
stood frightened and in astonishment, "Nero and I were once
shipmates, and you see he isn't like some folks: he don't forget
old friends."




SEE, THE STARS ARE COMING.

EE, the stars are coming
In the fair blue skies !
S Mother, look they brighten:
Are they angels' eyes ?"

"No, my child, the splendor
Of those stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers,
By the Lord of heaven."

"Mother, if I study,
Sure he'll let me know
Why those stars are lighted
O'er our earth to glow ?"

"Child, what God has finished
Hath a glorious aim;
Thine it is to worship,
Thine to love his name."






AMY.


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AMY.
SMY sits by the open window watching the little stars peep
out of the summer sky. She has finished her task, and
now waits to hear mamma's cheerful voice calling her
to her tea. Amy is a good child, and has put her hat
and book on the table, instead of leaving them on the floor as
some children do.
"Amy," said her mother, coming into the room.
She started, and then said, "Oh, mother! Come and see!
Isn't it lovely ?"
"What are you looking at, dear ?" asked Mrs. Grove, as she
sat down by her side and drew an arm around her.
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AMY


At the moon and stars, and the lake, away off by the hill.
See what a great road of light lies across the water. Isn't it
beautiful, mother? And it makes me feel so quiet and happy.
I wonder why it is ?"
"Shall I tell you the reason?"
"Oh, yes, mother dear! What is the reason?"
God made everything that is good and beautiful."
Oh, yes, I know that."
Good and beautiful for the sake of man; because man is
the highest thing of creation and nearest to God. All things
below him were created for his good. That is, God made them
for him to use in sustaining the life of his body or the life of
his soul."
"I don't see what use I can make of the moon and stars,"
said Amy.
"And yet," answered her mother, "you said only a minute
ago that the beauty of this moonlight evening made you feel
so quiet and happy."
"Oh, yes. That is so; I see now how it is."
"Besides," said the mother, let me remind you that the moon
and stars give us light by night, and that, if you happened to
be away at a neighbor's after the sun went down, they would be
of great use in showing you the path homeward."


'Tis religion that can give
Sweetest pleasures while we live;
'Tis religion can supply
Solid comforts when we die.









SONG FOR THE LITTLE ONES.


( HE little birds fill all the air with their glee,
Yet they've not half as much to be glad of as we:
So with thrushes and blackbirds we'll joyfully sing
All thanks to our Father, all praise to our King.

The grasshopper chirps in the long summer grass,
The frisking lambs bleat in the fields as we pass:
So with wee things and young things we'll joyfully sing
All thanks to our Father, all praise to our King.

The river shouts glad as it dances along;
The little stream murmurs a sweet quiet song:
So with rivers and streamlets we'll joyfully sing
All thanks to our Father, all praise to our King.

The breezes sing soft 'mid the green leaves of June,
E'en the hoarse wintry wind tries to whistle a tune:
So with soft winds and strong winds we'll joyfully sing
All thanks to our Father, all praise to our King.

Pleasant songs at his work hums the blithe, busy bee,
And we'll not be less blithe or less busy than he:
So with all busy creatures we'll joyfully sing
All thanks to our Father, all praise to our King.

Thus God gives a measure of gladness to all,
And a share of his praises to great and to small:
So we who owe most will most thankfully sing,
And our voices, though weak, to his footstool shall ring.
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THE YOUNG ROBINS.


THE YOUNG ROBINS.


NE day the sun was warm and bright,
And shining in the sky;
A robin said, "My little dears,
'Tis time you learn to fly;"
And all the little young ones said,
"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."

I know a child, and who she is
I'll tell you by and by,
When mamma says, Do this," or that,"
She says, "What for ?" and Why ?'"
She'd be a better child by far,
If she would say, I'll try."




MY bairnies dear, when you go out
With other bairns to play,
Take heed of everything you do,
Of every word you say;
From tricky, wee, mischievous loons
Keep back, my bairns, keep back;
And aye to all such usage give
As you would like to take.





ON THE SAND-BAR.


ON THE SAND-BAR.
H, dear! But we're having real splendid times!"
The person who said this was a very little girl, and
her name was Kitty Fisher. When she said it she was
sitting on a heap of fine white sand which she had
scraped together with her hands, and her lap was full of sand,
and she had sprinkled some on her hat and it had fallen down
into the soft flaxen hair which nurse had crimped with great
care that very morning, and she had pushed her tiny slippers
into it until they were now packed pretty full with the plump
little feet and the sand which had sifted in all around them;
for she said she was playing she was an ant, and that was the
way ants made their sand-houses and lived in them.
She said to herself that she believed they ate sand too, and
so she put a little into her own red-lipped, rosy mouth, but it
tasted dry and hot, so that she soon spit it out again. You see
she was not a very wise little Kitty ; but then she wasn't very
old yet, scarcely five in fact, and didn't know much about ants


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ON THE SAND-BAR.


except as she had seen them in the early summer mornings
running about with bits of gravel in their mouths, building their
dirt-houses on the stone walks around her father's house.
"Oh, Mattie! Fred come see me. I'm an ant, and I live
in a sand-house on a little bit of island. Oh, ain't we having
real splendid times!"
By this time Mattie's house was completed, and she started
to come toward her little sister. What was her surprise to find
she could not reach her, for while they had all been so busy at
their play, the water had been flowing in over the beach, and
though not very deep, still it had come all around the place
where Kitty was sitting, so that she was indeed, as she had said,
"on a little bit of island."
What to do Mattie didn't know, so she called to Fred as
loudly as she could,-
"Oh, Fred! Fred! I can't reach Kitty. Come and help me
over!" Her frightened tones attracted the boy's attention, and
he came running at once to the spot.
The tide's coming in, and we must go home right away," he
said. Then he waded over to Kitty's island and brought her
away, and began to look about to see what he should do next.
Taking a good look around, he saw they were in great danger.
They had been playing on a bar or ridge of sand, which was
higher than the rest of the beach, and while they had been so
busy at their sports, the water had flowed in and around and
behind them, cutting them off entirely from the shore.
I think Fred would have liked very much to cry when he
found this out. His under lip did quiver a little, but he was a
brave boy at heart, and a very sensible boy he proved himself
on this occasion also.
At the end of the bar was a ledge of rocks, and since they
could not reach the land, Fred knew they would be safer on
this than in the place where they now were, for the water was
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DON'T LAG.


coming nearer and nearer, and getting deeper every moment.
They had to wade some in order to gain the rocks, and Mattie's
polished boots got a good soaking up as high as her ankles.
Fred carried Kitty in his arms and placed her where she would
not be in danger.

DON'T LAC.
ON'T lag, Johnnie," said a little boy's mother; "but go
straight to school."
"Yes, mother; I will," said Johnnie; and off he'
trudged.
When he passed Mr. Wheeler's barn, a robin redbreast flew
out of the woods, perched on the nearest bough, and began to
sing, just as if he were singing to Johnnie, and to nobody else.
Was it singing, Stop, Johnnie, stop," or Go, Johnnie, go ?"
The little boy loved birds, and redbreast was so near.
"It is singing 'go' or 'stay,' just according to my think,"
said Johnnie. I think it says Go,' and I shall go."
So Johnnie, in spite of all the pleasant things which tempt a
little boy to lag behind school-time on a sweet summer morning,
went straight to school, and was in his seat when the mistress
rang the opening bell.
Johnnie was right. A great many things have a meaning to
us according as we think. To the little boy who said it was too
pleasant to go to school, and so played truant, redbreast's notes
would have been "Stay, stay;" "Stop, stop;" for he did not
love his books, and wanted an excuse for neglecting them.
All along the way, children, there are pleasant voices which
will lead you astray, or forward you in the path of duty, accord-
ing to the chord which they find in you. The key-note is in
your own bosom. Pitch it right-pitch it for the right, and
then your life will be a pleasant tune, sweet to father and
mother.




PRAYER.


PRAYER.


RANDPAPA is
prayer:


teaching Freddy to say this sweet little


I thank Thee, Lord, for quiet rest,
And for Thy care of me;
Oh, let me through this day be blest,
And kept from harm by Thee!

Oh, let me love Thee! kind Thou art
To children such as I;
Give me a gentle, holy heart,
Be Thou my friend on high.





OLD KITTEN-CA T


OLD KITTEN-CAT.

SI ITTLE readers, if you will allow me, I wish to introduce
"j| 1 to you old Kitten-Cat. I would like to have you all
S come to my house and see her, but as that is impossible,
I will show you her picture.
If the artist does her justice, I am sure you will pronounce
her to be the handsomest cat to be found anywhere, except at
your house. And that is all I expect, for children who own
pussies have the same right to think them prettier than all
others, that each mother has to think her own baby the smartest,
and every crow to believe its own young ones the blackest.
You must imagine that part of the spots on her back are bright
yellow, though they all look black in the picture.
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OLD KITTEN-CAT.


I don't just know how it was she got the name of Kitten-Cat,
but I have sometimes thought it might have been in this way.
Although she is a very large cat, and as much as five years
old,-which is quite middle-aged for cats, you know, though
not very old for some other kitties,-she sometimes romps and
plays and shows no more dignity than the wildest mad-cap of a
three months old kitten, if you push your finger at her or roll
a ball across the room. I may be mistaken, but I think this is
something very unusual for a cat of mature years, and that her
former mistress noticing it, called her Kitten-Cat.
For old Kitten-Cat hasn't always been our cat, but was left
at our house by the last people who lived here before us. For
a long time we didn't want her to stay. In fact, neither Uncle
John nor I ever did like cats, and we told her so, plainly, dozens
of times, when she jumped into our laps, and rubbed her head
against our shoulders. But it was of no use. She would look
straight into our faces with her round, innocent eyes full of a
sort of grieved and astonished expression, and say, just as plainly
as ever a cat said anything,-
Yes, I know I am a cat. If I had my choice I don't know
that I would be one. But as it is, I always mean to be an ex-
cellent cat, and do my best to please folks. I think I would
rather be a dog, or a horse, or a nice little girl. Please to love
me, and let me have as good a life as a cat can have !"
And she really is just as good as she can be and be a cat, and
could only be improved by promoting her to a higher sphere.
We are not at all sure that as much could be said of us, so we
concluded not to be cross to her, and she soon understood that
we had adopted her.
She can do some things which we think quite wonderful.
She opens all the doors that have only a latch to fasten them,
and has two or three times been seen up in a chair, pawing at
and carefully studying the construction of the knobs and spring-





HYMN FOR A LITTLE CHILD.


locks of the other doors. If she gets shut into the parlor, and
the piano is open, she walks back and forth on it till somebody
hears the music and comes to let her out. She never gets on
the piano at any other time. And when she is thirsty, she tries
to turn the water-faucets in the kitchen sink.
A little while ago she had three beautiful kittens. Two of
them were just alike, with black ears, tails, and backs, and
white breasts, paws, and noses. The other one was yellow, with
white neckerchief and mittens on.



HYMN FOR A LITTLE CHILD.

OD, make my life a little light,
Within the world to glow;
A little flame that burneth bright
Wherever I may go.

God, make my life a little flower,
That giveth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower,
Although its place be small.

God, make my life a little song,
That comforteth the sad;
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.

God, make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise;
Of faith-that never waxeth dim
In all His wondrous ways.





THE EIDER DUCK.


THE EIDER DUCK.
AR away in the icy north-in Labrador and Greenland,
in Iceland and Norway, and other cold countries-lives
this bird, so noted for the soft down it gives us; and
there it lays its eggs and hatches out its young. You
see, in the picture, a mother-bird, taking her ducklings into the
chilly waters, from which the brief northern summer has melted
off the ice. She is going to feed them on the shell-fish and sea
urchins that she can pick up from the edges of the rocks and in
shallow places.
You think they must be very cold.
The eider ducks build their nests of fine weeds and mosses
on the ground or among rocks, wherever they can find a little
hollow; and these nests are often so close together, that a man
can hardly walk among them without stepping on the eggs.
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TEE EIDER DUCK.


The breasts of these birds are covered thickly with the softest
down, and as soon as they have laid their eggs, they pluck
enough of this down to cover them warmly, fbr there is not
sufficient heat in their bodies to hatch the eggs without help
from the down; and besides they have to leave their nests some-
times to get food, and then if it was not for the covering of down,
the eggs would be frozen.
The people who live away in the far northern countries,
where these ducks make their nests and hatch their young,
know about these down-covered eggs, and, as soon as they find
them well wrapped up, take away both the eggs and the down.
Then the mother-bird lays another nestful of eggs, and a
second time strips the down from her breast to cover them and
keep them warm. A second time the eggs and down are taken
away. Poor bird! Still she is not discouraged, and lays a
third nestful of eggs; but she has no more down with which
to protect them from the cold. What is to be done? Will the
eggs be frozen ? Not so; for now the male bird comes and
plucks the downy treasures from his breast and lays them over
the eggs! This time the down-gatherers leave the nest un-
harmed, so that a brood of ducks may be hatched that will lay
eggs and supply down another year.



BEWARE of evil thoughts. They have done great harm in
the world. Bad thoughts come first, bad words follow, and bad
deeds finish the progress. Watch against them, strive against
them, pray against them.
"Bad Thought's a thief: he acts his part:
Creeps through the windows of the heart;
And if he once his way can win,
He'll let a hundred robbers in."'
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THE FOX AND THE TIGER.


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THE FOX AND THE TIGER.
SKILFUL archer, coming into the woods, directed his
arrows so successfully that he slew many wild beasts,
and pursued several others. This put the whole savage
kind into a fearful consternation, and made them fly to
the most retired thickets for refuge. At last the tiger regained
courage, and bidding them not be afraid, said that he alone
would engage the enemy; telling them they might depend upon
his valor and strength to revenge their wrongs. In the midst
of these threats, while he was lashing himself with his tail and
tearing up the ground for anger, an arrow pierced his ribs, and
hung by its barbed point in his side. He set up a hideous and
loud roar, occasioned by the anguish which he felt, and endeav-
ored to draw out the painful dart with his teeth; when the fox
approaching him, inquired, with an air of surprise, who it was
that could have strength and courage enough to wound so mighty
and valorous a beast. "Ah!" says the tiger, "I was mistaken
in my reckoning: it was that invincible man yonder."
Strength and courage, when through want of wisdom they are
misdirected, are less powerful than prudent forethought.
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ANNA'S RESOLUTION.


ANNA'S RESOLUTION.

ELL, now I'll sit down, and I'll work very fast,
And try if I can't be a good girl at last;
'Tis better than being so sulky and haughty,
I'm really quite tired of being so naughty.

For, as mamma says, when my business is done,
There's plenty of time left to play and to run;
But when 'tis my work-time, I ought to sit still;
And I know that I ought, so I certainly will.



A PERSON good at making excuses is seldom good for any-
thing else.





THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL.


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THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL.

FOX being caught in a steel-trap by his tail, was glad
to compound for his escape with the loss of it; but, upon
coming abroad into the world, began to be so sensible of
the disgrace such a defect would bring upon him, that
he almost wished he had died rather than left it behind him.
However, to make the best of a bad matter, he formed a project
in his head to call an assembly of the rest of the foxes, and pro-
pose it for their imitation as a fashion which would be very
agreeable and becoming. He did so, and made a long harangue
upon the unprofitableness of tails in general, and endeavored
chiefly to show the awkwardness and inconvenience of a fox's
tail in particular; adding, that it would both be more graceful
and more expeditious to be altogether without them; and that,
for his part, what he had only imagined and conjectured before,
he now found by experience, for that he never enjoyed himself
so well, and found himself so easy, as he had done since he cut
off his tail. He said no more, but looked about with a brisk
air to see what proselytes he had gained; when a sly old thief
in the company, who understood traps, answered him with a
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THE ANTS.


leer, "I believe you may have found it convenient to part with
your tail, and when we are in the same circumstances, perhaps
we may do so too."
Evil-doers will always try to lessen their disgrace, by making
others like themselves.



THE ANTS.
LITTLE black ant found a large grain of wheat,
Too heavy to lift or to roll;
So he begged of a neighbor he happened to meet,
To help it down into his hole.

"I've got my own work to look after," said he;
You must shift for yourself, if you please;"
So he crawled off as selfish and cross as could be,
And lay dcwn to sleep at his ease.

Just then a black brother was passing the road,
And, seeing his brother in want,
Came up and assisted him in with his load,
For he was a good-natured ant.

Let all who this story may happen to hear
Endeavor to profit by it;
For often it happens that children appear
As cross as the ant, every bit.

And the good-natured ant who assisted his brother
May teach those who choose to be taught,
That if little insects are kind to each other,
Then children most certainly ought.
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