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Title: Lily's scrap-book
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Title: Lily's scrap-book
Alternate Title: Lily's scrapbook
Physical Description: 128, 31 p. : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Barker, Sale, 1841-
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Dalziel, Edward, 1817-1905 ( Engraver )
Dalziel, George, 1815-1902 ( Engraver )
George Routledge and Sons ( Publisher )
J. Ogden and Co ( Printer )
Publisher: George Routledge and Sons
Place of Publication: London
New York
Manufacturer: J. Odgen and Co.
Publication Date: 1877
Copyright Date: 1877
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1877   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1877   ( rbgenr )
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United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Includes publisher's catalog.
General Note: Some illustrations signed H.W. (Harrison Weir); some engraved by Dalziel.
General Note: "With 120 pictures."
Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. Sale Barker.
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Lily's Scrap-book 9
The Gipsy Io
The Fireman. .
A Grebe .13
A Tourist 14
A Mischance 15
The Music Lesson 16
Bedfellows. 17
Breakfast 18
Ostriches i9
The Village Fiddler 20
Kiss-in-the-Ring . 2
Returning Home 22
Boy and Raven . 23
Calves 24
Oxen 25
What Can it Be? .26
"A Lion27
"A Tumble 28
Oh, My Nose! .29
The Engine-Driver 30
A Fairy 31
Welcome Home .3
On Guard 3
Dog in the Manger 34
The Hermit 3
Mule and Muleteer 36
A Fall 37
A Winter's Day 38
A Lx;plander 39

Riding a Reindeer . 40
Out with the Hounds 41
" Good Morning" 42
Interested Advice . . 43
Baby's Bath 44
Dressing .45
Sparrowhawk .46
Return of Swallows 47
The Parting 48
A Handsome Family . 49
Will He Escape ? .
The Wild Boar . 51
Peter Perkins 52
A Puzzling Question 53
Man in Armour 54
Soldier of the Last Century 55
Kites 56
Young Lambs to Sell 57
Tommy Touchall. 58
An Explosion 59
A Baboon 60
Another Baboon 61
Meddling Children 62
Strange Figures 63
Paul Pickle 64
Paul Pickle Punished. .. 65
Mount St. Bernard 66
Lace Maker 67
The Little Musician 68
The Conversation 69
Running for the Doctor 70
Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe 71
Father and Children 72
Happiness . 73
The Ass in the Lion's Skin .74
Hospitality 75
Dear Grandmamma 76
Dressing Up 77
Long-Legged Plover 78

Great Bustard .. 79
Brother Tom ... So
Plenty of Imagination 81
"A Village School 82
"A Genius for Art 83
Ride a Cock-Horse . 84
Saved from the Snow 85
Happy Days 86
Woodcutters 87
A Nice Little Girl 88
Playing Cricket 89
Telling a Falsehood 90
Love One Another. 91
A Racecourse 92
Hunting .. 93
Good Night .. .94
Over the Stepping-Stones 95
A Handsome Young Couple 96
Long and Lean .. 97
Patient Elfie 98
Musical Shepherds 99
A Graceful Croquet Player I.00
She Loses Her Temper I01
A Contrast .02
Getting the Hounds Together 103
Full of Mischief 104
Saying Good-by 05
Harkaway and Columbine o6
Past Work 07
Little Mary .08
Washing Up 09
Three Little Sparrows .
Pretty Poll III
After a Storm 12
At the Pump . 113
A Sociable Tea-party 1 I14
Mrs. Tabbyskin 115
Cruel Cat 1 16
Good-bye, Mrs. Tabbyslin 117

Baby in the Basket. 18
Jolly Tars . .. 119
A Queer-looking Thief .. .120
Grandmamma Napping ..121
A New Ball-dress . .. 122
Visiting the Sick 123
The Hare and the Hound 124
Playing in the Fields . .. 125
A Brave, Good Dog 126
Busy Little People 127
Our Last Picture . . 128



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Now, then, Lily darling, let us begin to paste the
pictures into your Scrap-Book; we have plenty left
from the Nursery Screen. What shall we begin
with ? Look here! let us take this pretty picture
of a dear little girl. She is something like my

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Lily, I declare. She has been gathering wild
flowers, you see, and is carrying them home in her
little apron.
Now, dear children, you must all help. Make
haste and find more pictures; there are plenty in
the drawer. What does Lily hand me next? Oh!

this is a poor gipsy woman carrying her tiny baby
on her back. She is just like that one who came
to the garden gate the other day, and wanted to
tell us all our fortunes. I daresay she has wandered
many a weary mile with her precious little bundle
on her back. Her husband and some more chil-
dren are there, sitting round the fire, watching the
boiling of the pot. And, I declare, I see a nice
old donkey, too, in the distance.

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This is a magpie, who has been hung up in his
cage, outside some house; and you see a hawk

has been stealing his food. The magpie has caught
him by the claw, and seems to hold him tight too.
I think it serves him right.

12 The Firema7zn.


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Look at this fireman in the flame and smoke!
That is his son holding up the hose for him, and
learning to be brave like his father.

A Grebe. 13

Yes, Johnny dear, this is, as you say, a very
curious looking bird. It is called a Grebe. What
odd little black tufts it has sticking up on its head,
and how strange that black ring looks round its
neck Its breast is silvery white, with a little tint

of cinnamon colour here and there; and this part of
the bird is often used for trimming ladies' mantles,
in the place of fur. You see by its feet that it is
a species of duck; and it builds its nest among
reeds in shallow water, twisting the reeds into the
nest to support it

14 A Tourist.
Now, Johnny, see if you can find something
funny to come next: we've not had anything to
make us laugh yet. Yes, these two pictures are
funny, certainly. There is the same man and boy
in each. Paste them next to each other in the
book. And I suppose I must try to make up a
little story for them. I think that gentleman

dressed in a plaid suit looks like an English
tourist; and, judging by the wooden shoes of the
boy, I should say the scene must be in France.
The gentleman has had that suit of clothes made
on purpose to wear during his summer holiday
abroad ; and the hat matches the clothes, which is
a very neat idea. By way of practising his French,
he is talking to that little peasant boy, who has
the care of the ducks and geese for some farmer.
The man and boy are sitting side by side, and

A Mischance. 15

staring as if each thought the other rather a
ridiculous figure. There is a stream close by, and
the boy shows the English gentleman a little
wooden bridge, close to a mill. When.he is on
the bridge, the Englishman stops, and leans upon
the railing, while he watches some ducks in the
water. The railing gives way, and down he comes,

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nearly to death, besides causing great alarm to a
man who is standing by, and to the little boy who
is watching him from the bank of the stream.
Indeed, the boy is so astonished and alarmed that
he jumps up, as you see, right out of his wooden
shoes. The water is shallow, and the Englishman
is not drowned. He soon scrambles out, and the
good people of the mill let him warm himself at
their fire; but we may suppose he caught a bad cold.

16 The Mlusic Lesson.
How attentive these two little girls are to their
music lesson And I can see that they play well,

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too. I am as sure of it as if I could hear them.
That must be either their mamma or the gover-
ness who stands behind them, and she seems well
satisfied with her pupils.
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satisfied with her pupils.

Bed-fellows. 17

Dear little boy! how nicely he has gone to sleep
with his new toy-horse cuddled up to him so close.
Now, I wonder whom that little boy reminds me
of! Can you guess, Johnny? I think I know
some one who is very fond of taking his toys into

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bed with him, even when they are hard, and have
awkward corners, like the horse in the picture I
fancy such toys may be uncomfortable bedfellows,
if you happen to roll over them in the night;
"but, no doubt, it is a pleasure, on opening your
eyes the first thing in the morning, to find the
pretty new toy there, close to you, that you have
just been dreaming about.

18 Breakfast.

Dear me! this is dreadful. A tiny duckling
gobbled up by that great ostrich And see the


mother duck, in her despair, attacks the monster.
But let us turn to something more cheerful.

Ostriches. 19

Look this is another picture of ostriches ; but
here they are in their natural wild state, and in
their native country, where there are no poor little
ducklings for them to gobble up. I like them
better here. Those pyramids you see in the dis-
cance show that the country in the picture is in-

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tended for Egypt. In that part of the world are
great plains of sand where the ostriches run about;
for you must know that their wings are too small
to raise them from the ground; but, to make
amends, they can run as fast as a horse with their
long legs. You may see some ostriches at the
Zoological Gardens.

20 T/he Village Fiddler.

Here we have a fiddler playing away merrily.
He is sitting on a table with his jug and glass
beside him, and enters so thoroughly into the
spirit of his music, that you see his own feet are
dancing a jig while his hands hold the fiddle and
bow. These fiddlers used to be thought a great
deal of in country villages, years ago. They were


welcome everywhere; and were present at all
the harvest-homes, and weddings, and out-of-door
dances, and merry-makings, that, in the good old
times, were held in country places. Things have
much changed in England of late years, but in
Ireland the strolling fiddler is still in great request.
He carries about the latest gossip from place to
place, and is often as famous for his fun and wit as
for his fiddling.

Kiss-inl-the-Ring. 21

The summer merry-makings in country villages
at the present day, do not often amount to any-
thing more important than a feast given to the
children of the village school; and that is just
what is represented in this picture. The children

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have had a treat of tea and plum-cake, and now
are having games upon the village green. The
game they are playing is called "Kiss-in-the-
Ring." They form a ring by taking hold of hands,
while two of them run in and out, one trying to
catch the other, under the uplifted arms, the pur-
suer following in the exact footsteps of the other.
game they are play~~in scle"Ks--t-

22 Returning Home.
This young man has been away from home,
seeking his fortune in the world. He is now re-

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turning to his native village, which he just catches
the first glimpse of, down in the valley, as he comes
across the mountains. How his face lightens up,
while he waves his hat with joy !

Boy and Raven. 23

Here is a picture which will just fit in to fill up
this page. A good little boy has come to feed his
pet raven. Mr. Raven has been let out of his cage,
and has perched himself just opposite his little
master, with his beak wide open, ready for his

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breakfast. Does he not look eager and greedy
for his food ? I can fancy him croaking in an
angry voice. The little boy holds up his finger
to the raven, and is giving him a lecture upon
good manners at his meals; saying: "Now
just have a little patience, and don't appear so

24 Calves.
Yes, Cissy, my darling, I tnink this pretty picture
of two dear little calves will do nicely here. They
are very like our own two pretty little Alderney
calves out in the field there, Ruby and Diamond.
Dear little gentle things You would hardly sup-
pose that they will one day grow into such sedate,
serious-looking creatures as their mothers are. Do

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you know, dears, when I was a little girl, I once"
had a pet calf, that, knew me quite well, and
followed me about, and liked being stroked and
patted, just as a dog or a horse does. Primrose
was the name I gave her, I remember, because the
first day I saw the little creature I also found the
first primrose of the year.
Here is the picture which must come next: you
see it is a picture of a yoke of oxen. Fancy the

Oxen. 25

two happy, careless little calves, we have just been
looking at, ever turning into these hard-working,
steady oxen, with that great yoke upon their necks,
and those rings in their noses. In England we do
not use oxen much in this way now, though they
may still be seen in some parts drawing the
plough; but, in many countries on the Continent,

they are not only used in farm labour, but for
drawing carts, when much speed is not required.,
In India, bullocks are used very generally, and
particularly for drawing a kind of carriage in which
you can lie down, called a gharry or bandy. But
the bullocks of India are rather different from
those of Europe: they have a hump between the
shoulders, and, besides, they are much more

26 Whata can it be?

Ha! ha! ha! This hunter has hit upon an
original plan for attracting those antelopes. A man

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the wrong end upwards, no longer looks like one;
and those silly creatures are evidently curious to
know what it is they see. Once within gunshot,
they will find out the truth to their cost.

A Lion. 27

Johnny brings me a picture of a great lion. I
sincerely hope he is not roaming about anywhere
near our friend in the last picture, who has turned
himself upside down in order to have a shot at the
poor antelopes. If the lion once caught sight of the
gentleman, no matter which end might be upper-
most, it would be the worse for him. The hunter
would be hunted pretty soon. You remember the

lions, my children, in the Zoological Gardens, do
you not ? Well, you saw what strong, grand, noble
creatures they are; but also how terrible! I
should not like to live in a country where you
could ever meet a lion face to face; yet this may
happen in many parts of Africa. Fancy a poor
settler in some of our African colonies hearing a
lion roaring outside at night, and knowing that the
creature is prowling about, seeking what he may

28 A Tumble.
Now, this is a sad picture. It shows us a little
boy having a bad tumble. You see he has been
running much too fast down that steep hill. His
name is Johnny Fleetfoot, but his feet did not get
on as fast as his body this time, for it has left them

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quite behind. Indeed, his nose seems to have been
anxious to get on before anything else, and has
suffered in consequence: he has come down right
upon it, I fear. Luckily he has a kind brother and
sister, who were out with him, and they are help-
ing him up. Boys soon get over such accidents,
and so, I hope, will Johnny Fleetfoot.

Oh, My Nose! 29

Well, here's something very curious. Can this
be the old woman in the nursery song who sang,
"Dilly, dilly, duckling, come and be killed ?" She

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catch a duck for her dinner, and the duck, instead,
is thinking about having some dinner himself.
The duck certainly seems to be having the best of
it as yet.

30 The Engine-Driver.
The engine-drivers on our railways are rough
and weather-beaten figures, like that in the picture.
The life is a hard one: on, on they go at the rate
of forty or fifty miles an hour in all weather,
through cutting wind, or rain, or driving snow.
But whatever his appearance, the engine-driver is
a fine fellow. He has-that is, at least, if he is fit

for his post-some great qualities. His own safety,
and that of all who travel in the train, depend
upon his care, his watchfulness, and presence of
mind. It is for him to slacken speed, or hasten
on, as he thinks best: it is for him to watch the
signals as the train advances, to read the signs of
safety or of danger. And we may imagine how
anxious he must sometimes be when he can see
nothing on account of fog or driving snow.

A Fairy. 31

Oh, what have we here, Lily dear ? A beautiful
rairy, I declare; or, at least, a beautiful girl dressed



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up as one. I think she is acting in a drawing-
room, and coming from behind a curtain to dance.
It is a charming little picture.

32 Welcome Home.
This shows us the father of the family just come
home from his day's work, or perhaps from a long

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to see papa again. And not less glad than the
children is the good old doggie.
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children is the good old doggie.

On Guard. 33

Here is another nice doggie, making himself use-
ful, and showing his affection for his master and
mistress by taking care of the baby. Mamma is
working somewhere in the field. (!She cannot leave
baby at home, because she has no one to take

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to sleep under a tree, and bids Tip guard him.
There sits Tippy, the curly-tailed doggie, so
quiet that the little birds in their nest above
are not at all frightened, but chirp away quite

34 Dog in the Manger.
This picture reminds us that doggies are not all
nice. It represents the old fable of the dog in the
manger. A dog once jumped into a manger which
had been filled with hay for some oxen, and he
barked at them whenever they came near him



to eat. He could not eat the hay himself,
yet he prevented those from enjoying it who
could have done so. Was he not spiteful and bad ?
People are often compared to the dog in the
manger when they are selfish and unkind as he

The Hermit. 35

This is a picture of an old hermit in his cell.
You see he is reading his Bible, and has a skull
beside him. There, too, is his rosary, with a cruci-
fix attached, hanging near; and he has an hour-
glass also close at hand to remind him continually
how short this life is in comparison with eternity.
These hetnits were men who retired from the

world, and shut themselves up in some hut or cave.
There, living in solitude, they spent their days in
praying, and fasting, and sometimes in scourging
themselves, all under the idea that by such suffer-
ing here they would merit heaven hereafter. There
are no hermits nowadays, even in Roman Catholic
countries, which is lucky, in my opinion ; for, while
the poor men made their own lives miserable, they
certainly did not promote the happiness of any-

36 Mule and Muleteer.'
Here, Lily, you have brought me a picture of a
mule and muleteer. You see how carefully they
are picking their way down that hill: the poor
mule is heavily laden, and can scarcely steady
himself. In Spain, and some other mountainous
countries, mules are more used than horses or
donkeys. The fact is, they are more sure-footed

than either. Among the Pyrenees, and in other
mountainous parts of Spain, where many of the
roads are unfit for any kind of carriage, mules con-
vey merchandise and packages of all kinds upon
their backs. Sometimes a whole string of them
may be seen, one after another, carrying mer-
chandise across the mountain passes. The mule-
teer in the picture is a Spaniard, as we may see
by his dress, and by the cigarette he is smoking.

A Fall. 37

But even mules, sure-footed as they are, cannot
always be relied upon, as you see, my children, in


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this terrible picture. Here it appears, though, as
if part of the rock itself had given way, and mule-
leader and mule-rider are both falling down the
cruel mountain side.
cruel, mountain side.

38 A Winter's Day.

Why, what a merry party this is, out in the
snow! These children are May, and Etta, and
Tommy. May, you see, is pushing little Etta


along in a sort of sledge. Etta has mamma's muff;
she is wrapped up warm and cosy, and is enjoying

cold weather, and think nothing would be nicer
cold weather, and think nothing would be nicer

A Laplanlder. 39
than to live far away up somewhere in the north.
But they do not know what real cold weather is,
and would not like it so much if they always had
it, I can tell them. Here Cissy has just found me
a picture of a Laplander, who lives in a country
where it is terribly cold, and where, during nearly
half the year, they never see the sun. You ask if

the Laplanders are happy. Well, I daresay they
are happy in their way ; but I should think their
ideas of happiness do not extend to much beyond
keeping themselves warm, and getting enough to
eat. Still, our friend in the picture looks very com-
fortable, wrapped up in his warm coat of fur, and
with that cap drawn down over his ears, sliding
along on his snow-shoes.

40 Riding a Rcmideer.
Why, Johnny brings me another wintry-looking
picture; and the scene must I think be laid in
Lapland too, for here we have a little girl riding
on a reindeer. In Lapland, I must tell you, they
use reindeer to draw their sledges about, just as

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we use horses to draw our carriages. This kind
of deer is as strong, and almost as big, as a horse;
but I never heard or read of one being used to
ride upon, even by a man, much more a little girl.
I fancy the picture must be meant to illustrate a
story, not to show anything that really happened.

Out witl tIe Hounds. 41

This monkey was fond of jumping on to horses'
backs, so one day his master dressed him up, and
strapping him on to an old hunter, sent him after


the hounds. Poor monkey! Away he went, and
people wondered who the tiny gentleman could be
that rode so fast.

42 Good Morning."
Little merry Mabel is going in to say Good
morning" to dear mamma, who has a headache,

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and is breakfasting in bed. Mabel carries her doll
with her, and intends dolly to have a kiss from
mamma too. after she has had one herself.

Interested Advice. 43

This is a picture of the Fox who had lost his
tail. According to the fable, his tail had been cut
off in a trap; and finding himself conspicuous
and rather ridiculous without one, he assembled
a good many foxes together, and made them an

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eloquent speech. He described the immense
advantage and comfort he derived from being with-
out a great heavy bush to drag about behind him,
and advised them to cut off all their tails. But a
"cunning old fox replied, You only give us this
advice because you have lost your own."

44 Baby's Bal'.
Nurse is washing baby-Loy, and he doesn't seem
quite to like it. He has half a mind to cry, but
nurse keeps chattering away all the time, and con-
trives to amuse him. As she dabs his face with the
sponge, she says: "Tell me, Mr. Sponge, is the

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little rosy cheek quite clean ? Then she pretends
the sponge is speaking, and says in another voice
"Yes, nurse, the cheeks are clean now, but the
pretty ears want me to wash them little more.':
Upon which she sets to work at the ears, and so
on. When it comes to the drying, she holds a con-
versation with the towels, which at last declare:

Dressing. 45

Now we've done our work well; baby-boy is nice
and dry, and ready to have his pretty clothes put
on." Then on goes, first of all, the little flannel
jersey, and that makes a few remarks. If it does
not seem to come on easily, it expresses an opinion
that baby-boy has grown fatter during the night.

The little socks and the shoes have a word to say
also, and as for the dress it makes quite a long
speech. Comb and brush smooth out the tangled
curls, and say how pretty they are all the time,
At last the dressing is all got through, and there
has been no crying at all. Do you remember
the time, Johnny, not very long ago, when nurse
used to manage you in that way while you were
dressed ?

46 Sparrow-hawk.

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Here we have a Sparrow-hawk; not an uncom-
mon bird in England. It may often be seen high
in the air, remaining poised for several minutes in
in the air, remaining poised for several minutes in

Return of Swallows. 47

one spot; then it suddenly darts down to seize
some bird or little field-mouse.
This is a very pretty picture. It is early summer
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swallows coming back, after their long winter's
absence, to the nest they built last year. Mamma
and the children are all equally glad, I think, to
see the pretty birds again; they welcome them
like old friends, and would not hurt or disturb them
for the world.

48 The Parting.
See how fond this soldier is of his little girl!
Perhaps he is going away, and is wishing her good-
bye. He may even be going to fight, and may be
thinking, as he tosses her up in the air, that per-
haps it is the last time he will ever see her dear


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little face, or hear her sweet merry laugh. She
has no thought of the future, at all events : even
if papa tells her that he may be away a long
time, she hardly understands the difference be-
tween that and his coming back to-morrow'
Happy childhood !

A Handsome Family. 49
This picture represents the Duck family: Mr.
and Mrs. Duck, two daughters and two sons; a
charming family, and well to do in the world, I
assure you. See how upright they hold them-
selves, and how elegantly they are dressed Though

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you and I may not think a duck face pretty, they
are perfectly satisfied with their own looks. The
children playing about on the village green feel
quite abashed at the thought of their raggedness,
and their own merriment, as they watch the Duck
family pompously and solemnly walking past.

50 Will He Escape.

Here is a picture which shows what dangers
hunters meet with, who go out in great forests,

"deer, and when the boy, who serves as guide, runs
"I hoe the hunters are in time to save his life.

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shooting wild animals. They have just shot a
deer, and when the boy, who serves as guide, runs
up to see if it is dead, he is attacked by a wolf.
I hope the hunters are in time to save his life,

The Wild Boar. 51

This is another picture of hunting wild beasts.
The scene must be, I think, in some mountainous

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part of Italy or Spain, where wild boars are still to
be found. They are strong and very savage beasts.
If that hunter misses, or only wounds the boar, it
will attack him furiously.
will attack him furiously.

52 Peter Perkins.
This is little Peter Perkins come out to feed the
chickens. They are his particular charge, and every
morning-tiny boy as he is-he remembers to trot
off to cooky to get the grain for the fowls before
he has his own breakfast. Then how the chickens
know his little footsteps and how they come with

hops, skips, jumps, and flutters, to his feet 1 They
are not a bit afraid of him, as you can see in the
picture. The little bantam cock Redcap, is indeed
too fearless sometimes ; for, as the little boy holds
the grain in his hand, master Redcap bobs his head
forward, and actually pecks the grain out of the
little hand, now and then taking a bit of the soft
pink flesh besides.

A P.,::b.';, Quesfion. 53

"Granomamma dear, how are clocks made ?"
says the little boy in the picture. Grandmamma
opens the clock, and shows the pendulum wagging

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from side to side. Then she tries to explain all
about it, but finds it difficult ; and ends by telling
him he is too little and too young to understand
it yet.

54 Man in Armour.
Ah, Johnny dear, so you bring me a picture of
a man in armour. I daresay you know-for you
have seen the armour in the tower-that in old
times men covered themselves up in steel to go to


battle. As soon as fire-arms were used, the armour
had to be made so thick to resist bullets, that men
could no longer bear the weight of an entire suit,
and wore only so much as you see in the picture.
He is a soldier of about the time of Queen Eliza-
beth, and carries an arquebus-the earliest kind of

Soldier of the Last Century. 55

This is a soldier too, though a very different sort
of figure. You see the coats of mail have been
cast aside altogether now; this gentleman wears
merely a fine coat, coloured red, a long waistcoat,

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oreeches and stockings, and a belt to which
is attached a sword. His hair is curled and
powdered, and instead of a helmet, like our
friend that we have just pasted into the book, he
has a jaunty three-cornered cocked hat, set rather
on one side. This is a soldier of the time of
George the Second.

56 Kites.

This looks like a fine breezy hill with the wind-
mill on it, and I should say a famous place for
flying kites. The picture is by a German artist,
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and I daresay kites in Germany arc made like
these, for they are not quite like English kites. I
suppose that is a German cap too that the boy on
the left-hand side has on.

Yoztun Lambs to Sell. 57

Poor old man he is holding up one of his toy
lambs to that little girl, and hopes she will ask her
mamma to buy it. They are a very simple poor sort
of toy, made by himself; only cut out of fire-wood,
with some wool gummed over them. He makes


wanders out into the suburbs, where little villas
them in his miserable London lodging; then
wanders out into the suburbs, where little villas
with gardens are dotted about, and persuades the
children to buy. Thus he earns a few pennies ;
while he likes to see the children's faces, and breathe
the fresh air.

58 Tommy Touchall.
I think my young friend in the picture will hesi-
tate another time before he meddles with carpen-
ters' tools. This is Tommy Touchall. He is the
plague of his relations; always doing mischief, and
meddling with everything. Sometimes he amuses

way. One day some carpenters were in the house,

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himself by turning his mother's work-basket upside
down, and spoiling or losing the contents; some-
times he scatters his father's papers in the same
way. One day some carpenters were in the house,
when he got hold of their tools, and cut his hand,
as you see.

An Explosion. 59

This, as you may suppose, is Tommy Touchall
again. You would think the pain he felt when he
cut his fingers would have cured him of touching
things he did not know how to use. But he soon
forgot the lesson, and here he is, as you see in the

picture, blowing out the gas without turning it off.
The consequence was that the room became filled
with gas, and some one going in with a light, there
was a terrible explosion, which did a great deal
of damage, though by good luck no one was
seriously hurt.

60 A Baboon.

You may well laugh, children: this is a queer
fellow. It is a baboon, called a Gelada; a native

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yet how sad-looking!

Anolher Baboon. 6

Well, Johnny, you have really)found a still uglier
monkey. See how he shows his teeth. It is a fero-

cious baboon, called a Mandrill, and is remarkable
for a blue patch on each cheek, and a red muzzle.

62 Meddling ChIildren.

Lily has managed to find a picture which shows
us two little people very like herself and my
Johnny. You see these little people are inclined
to meddle with things that they have no business

to touch. There comes the nurse, and just look at
her face isn't she angry ? I must say, my own

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her face! isn't she angry? I must say, my own
opinion is that such little children should not have
been left alone in the room at all, for fear they
should hurt themselves, as wel as s do mischief.
should hurt themselves, as well as do mischief.

Stralcge Fiures. 63

This is certainly a funny picture, and as
puzzling as it is droll. Of all the queer figures,
queer faces, and queer hats I ever saw, these

are about the most curious. The fishing-rods in
the men's hands do not help us to understand
them. I think, my darlings, you must fancy any
meaning you can for the picture: I can make
nothing of it.

64 Paul Pickle.
Dear me, dear me here's poor little Paul Pickle
having a good scolding from his grandpapa!
What do you think he has been about? Why, I
am sorry to say, he put a tiny frog into grandpapa's

inkstand. When grandpapa went to his writing-
table, and settled himself, with all his papers before
him, to go on with his learned treatise on the
human mind, he had no sooner lifted the lid off
the ink than out jumped the little frog. It was
sopping with ink, and leapt first on to the midst of

Paul Pickle Punished. 65
the papers; then into grandpapa's lap. Now
grandpapa is a learned professor, and has a favour-
ite theory that no well-regulated mind ever feels
surprise. Nevertheless, he was surprised and
startled. Recovering himself, he suspects the

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culprit, whom he finds in the next room, and gives
him a good scolding. Returning to his seat, he is
trying to persuade himself that he had not been
surprised at all, when he is startled by a terrible
noise just outside his door, and jumps up from his
chair. It is Master Paul, occupied as we see him
in the picture. Grandpapa comes out this time
with uplifted cane instead of finger.

66 fMontzl St. Bezrnard.

This is one of the fine Mount St. Bernard dogs,
which are kept at a monastery among the Alps.

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They go out during snow-storms to look for
travellers that may be lost. He has found a boy
"in the snow, and is carrying him to the monastery.

Lace Make-r. 67

This is a picture, my darlings, of a poor hard-
working creature; yet this woman has something
to make her happy. Her fingers move quicker and


quicker to make her pretty lace at the thought that
she is earning food for her little child. He is all
the world to her: her greatest care and greatest

68 The Little Musician.
This little boy, who in after life became a great
"musician, was very poor when young; so to earn


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money, he sometimes played his violin in the
gardens of the Tuileries at Paris, where a crowd
would collect to hear him.

[he Conversa/ion. 69
Here is a curious company of friends holding a
conversation: a donkey, a hare, a snail, and a
swallow. The donkey says: "Mine is a harder
life than any of yours; I get hard blows, and have
to work and toil.". The hare rejoins : I would

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change with you to-morrow; I often have to run
for my life, though I do no harm to anyone."
"Says the snail: "Life would be jolly enough,
if you were only safe from being trodden upon."
And the swallow chirps out: Make the best
of everything, and enjoy summer while it

70 Running for ite Doctor.
This is a picture, dear children, of a poor little
girl, whose baby-brother is taken ill with croup in

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the night. She has no father, and mother cannot
leave baby; so little Mary runs off through the
dark night and snow for the doctor, and she soon
brings him back with her.

Old Womanz who Lived ini a Shoe. 7:

Now, Lily, darling, I certainly think this will
be one of the best and funniest pictures in your
scrap-book. I have not laughed so much at
any as I have at this one. Poor old woman!
she must have had enough to do, I'm sure.
Look at the poor little creatures fighting and

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scrambling about in the shoe. Large as it is, it
does not look as if it would hold them all. I
am quite sure the old woman's arm must ache
with all the whipping it has to give. Now, chil-
dren, I have quite made up my mind that if
ever I go to another fancy ball, I will go as the
"Old Woman who lived in a Shoe." And you may
be sure I shall carry a birch.

72 Father and C/zila'ren.
Here is a picture of a labouring man taking
a walk on Sunday accompanied by all his chil-


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dren. His is a humble simple life, not free from
cares; and yet a happy one, for there is love
in it.

"Happiness. 73

Here is another picture of a poor cottager, who
finds happiness in loving his children and being
loved by them. He has just returned from his

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work, and see how glad they are Father jumps
baby up in his arms, and the little girl asks for
a kiss, while the boy carries off his father's
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74 The Ass in the Lion's Skin.
You have read AEsop's fables, Cissy dear, and I
daresay you remember the "Ass in the Lion's
skin." This must be a picture of that silly donkey ;
and I will tell Lily and Johnny what the fable is.
There was an ass once who was very vain and
ambitious : he got the skin of a lion, and putting


it on himself, was delighted to find how he
frightened all the animals he met with in the
forest. At last seeing a fox, he tried to frighten
him also; and thinking to make himself yet more
terrible, began to bray. The fox, who had turned
to run, stopped directly, and said: "You stupid
donkey if you want to pass for a lion, you should
not bray."

Hospitality. 75

Oh! what a miserably bitter night it is; with
snow falling fast That young man is a shepherd :
He has just brought in his sheep for the night

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and lighted his fire, when a poor old man
makes his way to the door, half dead with
cold. The shepherd brings him to the fire,
gives him food and a night's lodging. In the
morning the old man goes upon his way blessing
his kind host.

76 Dear Grandnammnza.
These children have come to spend the day with
grandmamma at her pretty cottage in the country.
Such visits are a treat for them and her. The

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children are pleased because she takes pains to
amuse them, while she delights to hear their laugh-
ter, and to see their bright young faces.

Dressing Up. 77

Grandmamma always has some new toys ready
for the children, and she is so good-natured that
she lets them take her clothes out of her drawers
to dress up in. Look how the baby is dressed
up in the picture : he means himself to be a king,
or perhaps a beadle, or a general, or somebody
very grand. Upon his head he has a hood

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lined with fur, which grandmamma puts over
her own head in winter, if she goes out in the
evening. Then he has a large spoon stuck in
his belt for a sword, and grandmamma's stick
in his hand for a sceptre. The other children
are all bowing to him, you see. I think he must
be meant for a King, or a Prince of Wales, at

78 Long-legged Plover.
What a funny long-legged bird you have brought
me, Lily darling I Does it not look like a bird
walking upon stilts ? Indeed, it is sometimes
called ihe Stilt, but the proper name of it is the
Long-legged Plover. It is a very handsome bird,

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being beautifully marked with white and glossy
black. Although more rare than the common
plover, it is met with in the same places-in
marshes and on the banks of rivers. As you may
imagine from the length of its legs, it can run at
a famous pace.

Great Bustard. 79

Here we have another picture of a bird. The
Great Bustard is not often met with now, though it
Used to be common. It is the largest of British
birds. The plumage is brown and black, but the

peculiarity of the bird consists in its having a
pouch in the forepart of the neck, which will con-
tain several pints of water. The nest is always
built on dry sandy downs, where water is scarce *
hence the use of the pouch.

8o Brother Tom.
It is summer, and the weather is very hot, so
these good little girls have gone out into the garden
to sit there and learn their lessons. They have
placed themselves, as they think, in a nice quiet
corner, against the paling in the shade of the trees,
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and they little fancy that their brother Tomr-that
riotous boy, who is home for the holidays-is
looking over the paling, watching them. He thinks
how lucky he is that he has no lessons to do this
hot weather, and he does not leave his sisters long
in peace, I can tell you.
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and they little fancy that their brother Tom,-that
riotous boy, who is home for the holidays--is
looking over the paling, watching them. He thinks
how lucky he is that he has no lessons to do this
hot weather, and he does not leave his sisters long
in peace, I can tell you.

Plenty of Imagination. 81

This is a picture of a little boy and girl playing
up in mamma's bedroom. The little girl has put on
mamma's bonnet hind part before, she has papa's
bootjack on one arm for a baby, and a basket on


the other. She is pretending to be a poor woman
just going out to market. The boy is playing at
being a coachman : papa's boots are the horses,
and they seem to want a deal of whipping, for he
is laying on unmercifully with papa's riding whip.

82 A Village School.

Here we have a village school. See how the old
schoolmaster stoops over his desk, with spectacles
on his nose, and skull-cap on his head. Some o
the boys are very sharp at their lessons, while some
weary the poor old man by their stupidity till, as
he said one day, they almost made him stupid in
trying to teach them. The genius of the school,

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however, is a boy who has a talent for drawing
He always carries about a piece of charcoal in his
pocket; and many a time has he been punished
for drawing on the walls of the schoolroom. In
fact he cannot resist a whitewashed wall. One da
this boy had the impudence to draw a caricature
of an old man, a bell-ringer of the village church,
in the belfry of the church itself. There you see
him in the picture drawing away, and evidently

A Genius for Art. 83

pleased with his own work. The old man went to
the rector to complain, who was very angry; but

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84 Ride a Cock Horse.
Little Milly and her papa are having a game be-
fore nurse fetches her to go to bed. Every evening
down comes Milly before papa's late dinner, and
after he has told her two or three stories, she has a
ride upon his knee. He gets quite out of breath,
and his little girl too, before the ride is over; but

together. She sings :
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old lady get on a white horse.
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes;
She shall have music wherever she goes.
Milly's hair flies out as she rides, and her little
face is all rosy and dimpled. At last comes aknock
at the door; and nurse appears for Miss Milly to
go to Bedfordshire,

Savccd from the Snowz. 85

We had a picture before of one of these St.Bernard
dogs saving a little boy from the snow. Here we


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have two of them, out in a terrible storm, scraping
away the snow from a poor traveller, who has been
buried in it.

86 Happy Days.

Look at these cottage children playing bya pond!
How happy they appear That little bit of wood
with a paper sail seems an excellent toy-boat to

them who have never had a better, and the boys
find it fun to wade into the water. Meanwhile the
girls take care of baby, and Pincher, the steady
old doggie, looks after them all.

Tooa'c/ttcrs. 87

This is also a scene of country life. Here are
some woodcutters resting from their work, while
some of the trees they have felled are being drawn
away by a team of fine strong horses. The
beautiful trees that have so often given shade in


summer, are going to be useful in other ways.
Some will be cut into logs to make bright fires.
Some will go to build ships, some houses, but never
to make anything more beautiful than the grand
trees themselves were, as they stood waving in the

88 A Nice Little Girl.
How cleverly this dear little girl is doing up
her hair in nice neat plaits! She is kind and
good too, I am sure, because she is very fond

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little dicky is, perched there upon her looking-

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of flowers and birds. Look how tame the dear
little dicky is, perched there upon her looking-
glass, singing his morning song to her while she
dresses !

Playing Crickct. 89

Yes, Johnny, this is cricket, as you say; and
these boys seem to be having a famous game.
The ground is nice and smooth, the weather
fine, they have their tent pitched, and the players
are all in proper cricketing dress. It is a merry
scene. The batsmen stand ready to send the


"ball flying through the air; and then how they
will start off running backwards and forwards,
and count ever so many runs! A fine old
English game, children, is this same game of
Cricket. I trust my little Johnny will some day
be a good cricketer. Indeed, I hope he will be
good at all sorts of exercises, and grow up a fine
strong man.
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90 Telling a False/ood.
I am afraid this boy his been very naughty, for
look how angry his mamma is with him I think
I can tell what has happened. You see that
broken vase upon the ground ? Well, I suspect he
has knocked it off the table with his ball, and


then has denied it, and said the dog had knocked
it down. But his mamma sees through it all;
she would have forgiven him easily for break-
ing the vase, but now she is seriously angry, and
grieved too, to find that he has told her a false-

Love One Another. 91

Here we have another mamma who is displeased
with her children, but not so seriously, I think, as
the poor mother in the last picture. I fancy that
this little boy and girl have been quarrelling, and
mamma calls them to her, and gives them both a


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lecture, telling them that such discord in a family
destroys all happiness, and that it arises from
selfishness in each of them. Gently and kindly
she speaks ; but I am sure she feels very sad to
think that her little ones, who might be so happy,
make their own misery by quarrelling.

92 A Race-Co-rsc.

What is this you bring me, Johnny dear ? Oh,
I see; this is a race-course. The course is being
cleared, for the horses are going to start; and this
man rides along to give notice. There is a stupid

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old cow just running across the ground: some
dogs, too, have to be whipped out of the way.
But though all is noise and confusion now, in
another minute the course will be cleared for the

Hunting. 93

How fond you are of horses, Johnny! This is
a hunting scene you bring me now. The hounds
and hunters have evidently lost their fox, and this
gentleman is asking a countryman if he has seen

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it. While he speaks, Mr. Foxy himself comes
stealing out from the brushwood close to them.
But the hounds are not near, nor on the scent,
so I think poor Foxy will probably manage to

94 Good Nraght.
This is little Tommy Titmouse coming in to say
"Good night" to papa and mamma. It is almost
his first attempt at walking; and partly by sup-


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porting himself on dear old Carlo's nose, and
partly by the help of nurse, he gets on very well,
you see.
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Over the Stef ing-Stones. 95
Look at Willie Danvers bounding along over
the stepping-stones! To think that once he could
walk no better than little Tommy Titmouse He

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has stopped on his way from school to pick some
sweet wild flowers for his mother, who is ill: now
he is running home as fast as he can.

96 A Handlsome Yc '. Couple.

Cissy dear, this is a very pretty picture you
have chosen. Here is a handsome young couple,
dressed as people used to dress a hundred years
ago, walking arm-in-arm upon a terrace. What
shall we suppose them to be ? Shall they be

people of the present day dressed up in fancy
dresses? That will hardly do; for they are evi-
dently not at a fancy ball. Let us suppose them
to be two nice little people, who lived long ago,
and walked and talked together in those days as
they might now. We will suppose, too, if you like,
that they were going to be married ; and let us
hope that they were happy.

Long and Lcan'. 97

Here's a queer-looking figure: how very long
and thin I wonder if he ever eats any dinner!
But we ought not to laugh at a poor man who

looks as if he were starving. Is he a poet who
can't sell his rhymes; or a schoolmaster who
has no pupils, I wonder ? I cannot make him
out for certain, but paste him into the book all
the same.

98 Patient El/Je.

Oh, I have something funny to tell you about
this sketch. It is a portrait of Elfie, our old Skye
terrier, which papa made a long time ago. Elfie
was ordered to sit up arnd beg, as you see him
doing in the sketch, and was scolded once or twice

for moving. When papa had finished, we all went
to luncheon, forgetting poor dear old Elfie. An
hour afterwards we came back into the drawing-
room, and there was Elfie, in exactly the same
position, looking very miserable, but still waiting
for permission to get down. Dear old doggie !

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