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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Daisy
 Florence's doll
 The pet dove
 In bed
 A happy family
 The farm
 By the wayside
 Carting the hay
 My dog Dan
 Grandpapa!
 Who comes here?
 The birds
 The carrier
 "Fancy" work
 The gardeners
 Rose
 The shepherd
 The gleaner
 The flower-gatherers
 The pool on the common
 Industrious Kitty
 The silkworm
 The peep-show
 Old age
 Grandmamma's darlings
 May-day
 The two anglers
 The unfortunate cat
 Mother's darling
 Seeing the doctor
 Homeward bound
 An evening in June
 Effie's ride
 The linnet's nest
 Little Dumpling
 My dog "Oscar"
 The shepherd-boy
 The toad
 Brother and sister
 The pet lamb
 At the fair
 Charming Alice
 The Hawthorn
 Emily's pet bird
 A song of summer
 Playing at soldiers
 Little Nellie
 The milk-maid
 The apple-tree
 The sea-shore
 Wee Miss Dollikins
 A new quest
 Lily's dream
 The archers
 Oscar the bold
 The two friends
 Looking for father
 A mother and her family
 Frolicsome Frisk
 Industrious Bessie
 Youth and old age
 Careless Tommy
 The village holiday
 Generous Annie
 Touch not, taste not!
 The flower of the village
 In the swing
 The butterfly
 The woodpecker
 The village green
 Back Cover






Group Title: Pictures for Daisy : with pleasing tales in prose and rhyme
Title: Pictures for Daisy
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 Material Information
Title: Pictures for Daisy with pleasing tales in prose and rhyme
Physical Description: 160 p. : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Gilbert, John, 1817-1897 ( Illustrator )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
Publisher: T. Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
Edinburgh ;
New York
Publication Date: [1877?]
 Subjects
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1877   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1877   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1877   ( local )
Bldn -- 1877
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
United States -- New York -- New York
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: one hundred and twenty illustrations.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Some illustrations engraved by Dalziel after John Gilbert.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy illustrations are hand-colored: probably by young owner.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00035156
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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oclc - 61328683

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page i
        Page ii
    Front Matter
        Page iii
        Page iv
        Page v
    Frontispiece
        Page vi
    Title Page
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Table of Contents
        Page ix
        Page x
    Daisy
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Florence's doll
        Page 13
        Page 14
    The pet dove
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    In bed
        Page 18
    A happy family
        Page 19
        Page 20
    The farm
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    By the wayside
        Page 24
    Carting the hay
        Page 25
        Page 26
    My dog Dan
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Grandpapa!
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Who comes here?
        Page 31
    The birds
        Page 32
        Page 33
    The carrier
        Page 34
    "Fancy" work
        Page 35
        Page 36
    The gardeners
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Rose
        Page 41
        Page 42
    The shepherd
        Page 43
        Page 44
    The gleaner
        Page 45
        Page 46
    The flower-gatherers
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    The pool on the common
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Industrious Kitty
        Page 53
        Page 54
    The silkworm
        Page 55
        Page 56
    The peep-show
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Old age
        Page 59
    Grandmamma's darlings
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    May-day
        Page 63
        Page 64
    The two anglers
        Page 65
        Page 66
    The unfortunate cat
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Mother's darling
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Seeing the doctor
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Homeward bound
        Page 73
        Page 74
    An evening in June
        Page 75
        Page 76
    Effie's ride
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
    The linnet's nest
        Page 80
    Little Dumpling
        Page 81
        Page 82
    My dog "Oscar"
        Page 83
        Page 84
    The shepherd-boy
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    The toad
        Page 88
    Brother and sister
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
    The pet lamb
        Page 93
        Page 94
    At the fair
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
    Charming Alice
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
    The Hawthorn
        Page 102
    Emily's pet bird
        Page 103
        Page 104
    A song of summer
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Playing at soldiers
        Page 108
    Little Nellie
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
    The milk-maid
        Page 112
    The apple-tree
        Page 113
        Page 114
    The sea-shore
        Page 115
        Page 116
    Wee Miss Dollikins
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
    A new quest
        Page 120
    Lily's dream
        Page 121
        Page 122
    The archers
        Page 123
        Page 124
    Oscar the bold
        Page 125
        Page 126
    The two friends
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    Looking for father
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
    A mother and her family
        Page 134
    Frolicsome Frisk
        Page 135
        Page 136
    Industrious Bessie
        Page 137
        Page 138
    Youth and old age
        Page 139
        Page 140
    Careless Tommy
        Page 141
    The village holiday
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
    Generous Annie
        Page 145
        Page 146
    Touch not, taste not!
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
    The flower of the village
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
    In the swing
        Page 154
    The butterfly
        Page 155
        Page 156
    The woodpecker
        Page 157
        Page 158
    The village green
        Page 159
        Page 160
    Back Cover
        Page 161
        Page 162
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DAISY, .... .. .... ... ... ... 11

FLORENCE'S DOLL, ... ... ... ... 13

THE PET DOVE, ... ... ... ... ... 15

IN BED, ... ... ... ... ... ... 18

A HAPPY FAMILY, ... ... ... ... 19

THE FARM, ... ... ... ... ... 21

BY THE WAYSIDE, ... ... ... ... 24

CARTING THE HAY, ... ... ... ... 25

MY DOG DAN, ... ... ... ... ... 27

GRANDPAPA .... ...... ... ... 29

WHO COMES HERE? ... ... ... ... 31

THE BIRDS, ... .. .... ... ... 32

THE CARRIER, ........... ... ... 34

"FANCY" WORK, ..... ..... ... 35

THE GARDENERS, ... ... ... ... 37

ROSE, ... .. ...... ... ... ... 41

THE SHEPHERD, ... ... ... ... 43

THE GLEANER, ... .. ... ... ... 45

THE FLOWER-GATHERERS, ... ... ... 47

THE POOL ON THE COMMON, ... ... ... 51

INDUSTRIOUS KITTY, ... ... ... ... 53

THE SILK-WORM, ... ... ... ... 55

THE PEEP-SHOW, ... ... ... ... 57

OLD AGE, ... ... ... ... ... ... 59

GRANDMAMMA'S DARLINGS, ... ... ... 60

MAY-DAY, ... ... ... ... ... .. 63

THE TWO ANGLERS, .... ..... ... 65


THE UNFORTUNATE CAT, ... ... ... 67

MOTHER'S DARLING, ... ... ... .. 69

SEEING THE DOCTOR, ... ... ... ... 71

HOMEWARD BOUND, ... ... ... ... 73

AN EVENING IN JUNE, ... ... .... ... 75

EFFIE'S RIDE, ... ... ... ... ... 77

THE LINNET'S NEST, ... ... ... ... 80

LITTLE DUMPLING, ... ........ ... 81

MY DOG "OSCAR," ... .. ... ... 83

THE SHEPHERD-BOY, ... ... ... ... 85

THE TOAD, ... ... ... ... ... 88

BROTHER AND SISTER, ... ......... ... 89

THE PET LAMB, ... ........... ... 93

AT THE FAIR, ... ... ... ... ... 95

CHARMING ALICE, ... ... ... ... 99

THE HAWTHORN, ... ... ... ... 102

EMILY'S PET BIRD, ... ... ... ... 103

A SONG OF SUMMER, ... ... ... ... 105

PLAYING AT SOLDIERS, ... ... ... 108

LITTLE NELLIE, ...... ... ... ... 109

THE MILK-MAID, ... ... ... ... 112

THE APPLE-TREE, ... ... ... ... 113

THE SEA-SHORE,... ... ... ... ... 115

WEE MISS DOLLIKINS, ... ... ... ... 117

A NEW GUEST, ... ... ... ... ... 120

LILY'S DREAM, ..... ... ... ... 121

THE ARCHERS, ... ........... ... 123














CONTENTS.


OSCAR THE BOLl), ...... ... ...125

THE TWO FRIENDS, ... ... .... ... 127

LOOKING FOR FATHER, ... ... ... 130

A MOTHER AND HER FAMILY, ... ... 134

FROLICSOME FRISK, ... ... ... ... 135

INDUSTRIOUS BESSIE, ... ... ... ... 137

YOUTH AND OLD AGE, ... ... ... ... 139

CARELESS TOMIMY, ... ... ... ... 1I


THE VILLAGE HOLIDAY, ... ... ... 142

GENEROUS ANNIE, ... ... ... ... 145

TOUCH NOT, TASTE NOT! ... ...... 147

THE FLOWER OF THE VILLAGE, ...... 150

IN THE SWING, ... ... .. ... ... 154

THE BUTTERFLY, ... ... ... ... 155

THE WOODPECKER, ............ 157

THE VILLAGE G1EEN ... ... ... ... 159












PICTURES FOR DAISY.

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DAISY.

DAISY, our Daisy, is rosy and sweet,
From the crown of her head to the sole of her feet!
With bonny brown eyes that are fair to behold,
And long curls that glitter like ribbons of gold.







12 DAISY.

Upstairs and downstairs, all frolic and fun,
Her two little feet will scamper and run;
While her two tiny hands are ready all day
For whatever is wanted, in work or in play.

They are restless whenever they've nothing to do;
And they'll thread mamma's needle or fasten her shoe;
Build a brick-house for Baby, and yet never tire,
But put papa's slippers in front of the fire.

Once on a time, when Baby was cross,
And nurse and mamma both felt at a loss,-
For Baby had fretted throughout the long day,
Our Daisy invented a new kind of play.

She stuck a fine cap on her dear little head,-
Grandmamma's cap, if the truth must be said,-
And then she looked wise, as you may suppose,
With grandmamma's "specs" on her bit of a nose.

And, taking a parasol in her right hand,
In front of the Baby she took up her stand;
And she sang and she laughed, and Baby laughed too
At this sweet little grandma, so nice and so new.

And such is our Daisy, so gentle and sweet;
A more lovable lassie you never will meet,-
Good-tempered, obliging, industrious, clever;
Come, Baby, we'll sing, Our Daisy for ever!







FLORENCE'S DOLL


FLORENCE'S DOLL.
SAY, did you e'er see such a Dolly as mine,
All dressed in her best, so neat, yet so fine ?
With a cap on her head,
Bright yellow and red,
And a collar of beads that sparkle and shine ?







4 FLORENCE'S DOLL.

Just please to observe that her ringlets of black
Don't fall in disorder half-way down her back,
But are gracefully tied
With a bow at the side;
Then hark to her tongue! how it goes click-a-clack !

And her eyes !-do you see how they open and close?
Was there ever before such a duck of a nose ?
And her hands are so white;
And her lips are so bright;
And as for her cheeks, they're as red as a rose!

So Maggy, and Kitty, and Jemmy, and Polly,
Come and look, if you please, at Florence's Dolly;
And old Neptune, too,
We'll indulge with a view,
Though I dare say he thinks it is all fun and folly.






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THE PET DOVE.
IT is astonishing how tame many animals will become if
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ful as kindness, whether you have to deal with dumb
animals or human beings.
Lilian has a pet dove, which is so tame that she can
carry it about with her perched on her finger; and it
will take a piece of sugar from her lips. Even if she
goes into the garden, it will follow her. Lilian does not
shut it up in a cage, but provides a pretty little house
for it, and allows it to fly about freely; for she knows
that birds love the sunshine, and the fresh air, and the
leafy woods.
She calls it Snowdrop, its under feathers are so white.
Well, Snowdrop has strong wings, and can take long
journeys, but it always returns to its home and its mis-
tress.
One day, when Lilian was walking through the park,
along by the side of the stream, she heard a fluttering
among the leaves, and looking up, she saw her Snow-
drop. She called it, and instantly it flew down to greet
her, and perched on her hand, cooing and cooing in evident
delight.
There are many kinds of doves or pigeons-such as the
ring-dove or wood-pigeon, the stock-dove, and the rock-
dove. There is also the turtle-dove; but this is only a
visitor in England, coming in the spring, and leaving
before the dark cold winter.
The dove is a mild and gentle bird, and is always taken
by poets and painters as a sign or a token of peace and
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innocence. Do you not remember that when Noah wished
to know if the great flood of waters had gone down, he
sent out a dove to see; and it came back to the ark with
a branch in its bill, thus showing that the trees were un-
covered ? And do you not remember that the Holy Spirit
is said to have descended upon earth in the shape of a
dove ?
The dove, I must tell you, is very affectionate to its
mate and its young. It has only two little birds in a
brood, and these it brings up
very carefully, feeding them with
acorns, and beech-nuts, and fir- --
cones. Its call is very soft and
tender, and has a sweet, low, -
musical sound about it, which --- .
we try to represent by the word
coo. We speak of the cooing of a i ---
dove, not of its singing. M i '-
I have told you that the turtle-
dove is a visitor, and comes with
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the spring. It is silent during RT-OE
the winter, even in its native lands, and hides among
the deep warm woods; but as soon as the green leaves
appear, it seems to feel a new life. "For, lo! the winter
is past, the rain is over and gone; the time of the sing-
ing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard
in our land."
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IN BED.


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OH dear oh dear Is Dollikins ill ?
Shall we give her a powder, draught, or pill ?
How pale she looks, how dark round the eyes !
And, oh dear me, how still she lies !
Dollikins,-Dollikins,-why don't you speak ?
I fear the poor creature must feel very weak.

No doubt it was taking her out to tea
That laid her up in the way you see !
Visits and gossips for her are wrong,
Since every one knows she is not very strong.
Well; tuck in her toes, and wrap up her head,-
For Dolly, when sick, there is no place like bed !


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A HAPPY FAMILY.
CLUCK, cluck, cluck,
cluck! What a noise
Dame Partlet-that is
the hen, you know- .
made when George and l,,1h
his sisters, finding the li
gate of the back garden i''
open, and the chickens
running about, drove
them in again! Cluck, -.-- -
cluck, cluck You
would have thought that
she and her chickens were being killed; while all that
George and his sisters wanted was to prevent them from
straying on the high-road, where they might have been
run over, or have lost their way, or have been stoned by
wicked boys.
A nice coop is provided for Dame Partlet and her
family, with a basin of water close at hand, and an abun-
dance of fresh seed and crumbs of bread. And very happy
Mrs. Hen and her youngsters seem to be, though, during
the day-time, she can't keep them in the coop-they will
run about. If they see a dog or a cat coming, they run
fast enough to take shelter under her wings; but they
are very fond of wandering all over the yard, seeing







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what they can pick up, while their mother calls after
them, Cluck, cluck, cluck! and runs to and fro in quite
a ridiculous fashion. However, when evening comes,
they all get together in the coop, forming a snug little
party, and there they are safe from every enemy. Mrs.
Hen has eight little ones to look after, and she takes
very great care of them-in fact, she brings them up
admirably; and they are, as I said before, a very happy
family.
They had better make the most of their time, you see,
for I fear cook will not allow them all to grow up into
gallant cocks and motherly hens! Chickens are very
nice to eat, and I dare say some of the little feathered
creatures now fluttering about the yard will help to
make chicken broth for George and his sisters. Well,
they know nothing about their future-any more than
we do; and they are quite happy now with Dame Part-
let to look after them.


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THE FARM.


THE FARM.
HERE is Peggy, the dairymaid, feeding the poultry. How
they all gather round her,-cocks, and hens, and chickens;
black, and gray, and speckled; Polish, Spanish, Hamburg,
Cochin China,- all
eager to get their
breakfast! They
know as well as --
Peggy herself what-
she has in her bas- :
ket, and that it is
time for them to
receive their morn-
ing meal. And here t
come the pigeons
to get their share
of the feast. Coo,
coo, coo cluck,
cluck, cluck! cock-
a-doodle-doo! Dear
me, what a noise .-
they make! How -
they flap their wings,
and scratch with their restless claws, and clean their
feathers And yet each one is quite ready to dart
forward as soon as Peggy throws the first handful of







THE FARM.


seed-pigeons, and hens, and cocks, and chickens. Coo,
coo, coo! cluck, cluck, cluck! cock-a-doodle-doo! The
scene is a noisy one, and yet it is pleasant to look at.
But there is always something to see at the farm.
After you have watched the poultry at their breakfast,
you can go and see the cows milked. How patiently they
stand the while, chewing the food they have just eaten,
and looking at you with their large tender eyes! Is there
not something mild and gentle in the expression of a
cow's face ?
Next, we may go off to the pig-sties. Here are three
fine fat porkers-" sows," as they are called-each with
its little family of young pigs. Just observe how they
thrust their noses into the half-empty troughs; and how,
in their eager greediness, they actually put their feet into
the troughs, each trying to eat more than the other. I
cannot say I am fond of pigs, except in the shape of ham
and pork.
Where shall we go next ? We may pay a visit to the
farmyard, and watch the geese and ducks swimming in
the pond. But do not go too near that big angry-looking
turkey; he seems out of temper, and is spreading his
feathers as if he intended to fly, which he cannot do. Per-
haps he is jealous of the peacock yonder, which, standing
on the top of the farmyard wall, has displayed his glori-
ous tail to the sun, and is as proud as possible of the
splendour of his plumage.






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And where shall we go next ? Oh, into the barn, and
see the bins where the corn is kept for the cattle; and
the harrows and ploughs,-which are used, you know,
for getting ready the fields to receive the seed; and the
grindstone on which the men sharpen their tools; and
the great waggons and carts which carry the hay and
straw to the places where the ricks are built up; and all
the various articles which the farmer and his workmen
make use of in their daily toil.
Yes; there is always something to see at the farm.
We might go round to the stables, and look at the tall
big horses, with their sleek skins and long flowing tails;
or out into the fields, where some of the men are plough-
ing; but as we are tired, I think we will turn into the
dairy, and refresh ourselves with a dish of milk.


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BY THE WAYSIDE.


BY THE WAYSIDE.
Miss SUMMERS is one of the teachers at the Sunday school,
and everybody loves her for her goodness and kindness of
heart. Little Madge is looking up at her with wondering
eyes, for, poor girl! she seldom hears any one speak so
softly and gently to her as Miss Summers is speaking.
Her parents are very poor, and fond of drink; and poor
Madge and her brother Tom
wander about the lanes
nearly all day long, with
little to wear, and little to
eat, except what is given to
'.. them by charitable neigh-
bours.
1% Madge has learned to read
IiS- short words, and so Miss
i \ Summers gives her a pretty
S_ story-book. Only she makes
her promise to come to the
Sunday school, that she may
improve in her reading, and learn about Jesus her Saviour,
who died that mankind might be happy. Madge fears
that her clothes are too ragged, but Miss Summers tells
her to think nothing of that; and if she is a good girl,
I have no doubt she will find friends to provide her with
something better.








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SHOUT, boys! about, boys! up with the hay, boys!
This is not the time for us to think of play, boys!
Fast sinks the sun,
And day is nearly done,-
Shout, boys! about, boys! up with the hay, boys!


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In among the mows the children are at play, boys!
While the labouring horses slowly come this way, boys!
Now with rake and hoe
Make a vig'rous show,-
Shout, boys! about, boys! up with the hay, boys!

See how high a rick we have built to-day, boys!
And soon the thatch upon it we will neatly lay, boys!
Oh, the fragrant smell
That comes from dale and dell!-
Shout, boys! about, boys! up with the hay, boys!

Shout, boys! about, boys! up with the hay, boys!
Men and women-all must do their best to-day, boys!
Fast sinks the sun,
Our work is nearly done,-
Shout, boys! about, boys! up with the hay, boys!








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MY DOG DAN.


His ears are long, and his tail is thick;
His claws are sharp, and his eyes are quick;
Large brown eyes are they, that seem
To glow with a kind of sunny beam.
Hurrah for the dog whose name is Dan,
With his coat all black, and white, and tan!
A wonderful fellow is this dog Dan-
Almost as clever as any man.
If John his finger lifts up, he begs,
Sitting erect on his hinder legs;
Or if John whistles, he knows the sound,
And throws himself full length on the ground,
Outstretches his tail, and tucks in his head,
And makes believe that Dan is dead.
Full many a trick this queer dog knows,
And is cleverer far than you'd suppose.
If baby pinches him, you'll see
That he neither barks nor bites-not he !
He gives a short cough, as if to say,
"This is not very nice, but it's baby's way."
Hurrah for the dog whose name is Dan,
With his coat of black, and white, and tan!







GRANDPAPA!


GRANDPAPA
GRANDPAPAI


OH, here is grandpapa! Who will kiss him first? Dick,
Tom, and Harry have mounted on the old oaken table,
and are clinging to his neck, and holding on by his coat;
while Charley has climbed on the chair, and is grasping







30 GRANDPAPA!

his right arm. As for Effie and Kate, they were not in
time to take possession of chair or table, but, along with
Arthur and Edgar, they have pressed in as close as
possible; for they all love their kind, generous, noble
grandpapa!
And no wonder I He is very fond of his grandchildren,
and is never so happy as when they are around him.
He takes them into his study, and shows them all the
pretty and wonderful things he has collected in the
course of his travels; or into his garden and greenhouses,
where he finds for them the prettiest flowers and ripest
grapes; and when their birthdays come round, a present
also comes from dear grandpapa! And so, the moment
he makes his appearance, Dick and Tom and Harry,
Charlie, Effie, and Kate, Edgar and Arthur,-all run to
embrace him; not on account of his presents, but because
they love him as he loves them.







WHO COMES HERE? 31


WHO COMES HERE?
THE Squire's wife and daughter are coming to call at Tim
Johnson's cottage. I am sorry to say that Tim and his
wife are idle, careless persons, who do not look after their
children, and give much
trouble in the village.
There is neither father
nor mother at home, i
and the children are
left to play in the street,
and go about bare-
footed, with dirty faces,
and untidy hair. It is
all very well for Madge
to tell Kitty that the
"Squire's lady is corn-
ing. But what can she i
do? She is holding the
baby, and cannot pre-
vent Tom and Jemmy .
from teazing the poor
little kitten. I hope
these neglected chil-
dren will be sent to school, that they may be brought up
in the right way, and taught to love truth and honesty,
and to do their duty.







32 THE BIRDS.

THE BIRDS.
ROUND about the old church tower
Flock the birds on ready wing;
They have come from meadow and bower,-
Hark to the merry songs they sing!
They have come from meadow and bower,
Far they have flown o'er hill and dale,-
Some from the depths of the greenwood still,
And some from the grove in the leafy vale.

Round about the old church tower
Flock the birds on ready wing;
They have come from meadow and bower,-
Hark to the merry songs they sing !
But why have they gathered here to-day,
And what is.the burden of their strain ?
Winter is coming !" they seem to say,-
"And winds of winter will blow again !

So we to summer climes must fly,
Where never falls the cold white snow;
We to the lands of the South must fly,
Where honied flowers will softly glow!
But when the winter is past and o'er,
And earth is glad in the sunny spring;
Round about the old church tower
We once more will merrily sing "



















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THE CARRIER.
EVERY morning the carrier goes from Bradbourne to the
market-town of Charford-for there is no railway in that
part of the country; and every evening he returns from
Charford to our village. Every day but Sunday old
Peter Thompson makes this journey, carrying or fetching
anything that any person wants He is so honest and
faithful that he can be trusted with the most important
messages; and he is so careful that no one remembers old
Peter Thompson to have made a mistake. Every day
but Sunday, all round the year! It is pleasant enough
in summer time; but in the storms of autumn, or in
winter, when the sky is black with clouds, and the snow
lies thickly on the ground, and the wind blows keenly
over the open common, old Peter Thompson's is very hard
work, I can tell you !







"FANCY" WORK. 35


"FANCY" WORK.
"COME here, Amy See what I have made for you !"
Amy lost no time in attending upon her sister, who
held in her hand a very pretty basket, crusted all over
with beautiful coloured shells, and filled with flowers of
wax so cleverly made
that you could hardly 'I. -
tell they were not real. ii
Of course, Amy was
very glad to receive such
a present on her birth-
day, and she prized it
all the more because the
basket was her sister
Ellen's own work. Ellen (
had bought the flowers,
but she made the basket
herself. The shells she
had gathered on the sea-
shore during her summer
holidays, and she had
mixed them among pretty bits of seaweed; so that every
time Amy looked at her basket, she thought she could
hear the murmur of the waves, and see them rolling and
flashing in the glory of the sun.
It is much nicer to give your friends a present of some-







"FANCY" WORK.


thing made by your own hands, than to buy a ready-made
article; is it not ? Therefore, it is well you should learn
to make baskets and model flowers; to draw and paint;
to knit lace, and all such things,-what is called fancy
work. And this is a delightful way of amusing your-
self when you have any leisure. It improves your taste,
and opens up many new sources of knowledge.
But, of course, useful work must not be neglected. I
should not feel inclined to admire the young lady who
could not sew or stitch, or write or spell, though she was
clever at modelling wax flowers or fruit, and making shell
baskets!
"Everything in its place, and a time for everything."
This should be your motto, my dear little reader.








THE GARDENERS.


THE GARDENERS.


MR. VERNON has a large house,
a large and beautiful garden.
fewer than three gardeners!


and all around it spreads
And you see he has no
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38 THE GARDENERS.

name of the eldest-who, I think, does the most work, and
knows most about it; and Alick is assisted by Master
Everard and Miss Edith Vernon.
Everard and Edith are very fond of flowers and plants,
and they are also very fond of attending to them; and,
young as they are, Alick says they are very helpful to
him, for they are patient and clever, will do what they
are told, and take a pleasure in their work. In fine
weather, when they have finished their lessons, they are
delighted to get their mamma's leave to "help Alick;"
and you would be quite amused to see the old gardener
marching along the paths, with his spade and pick-axe,
and a basket for the dead leaves, accompanied by Miss
Edith with her light little rake, and Master Everard with
the watering-pot.
What do they do ?
Oh, they tie up the flowers that have fallen down, and
pick off withered leaves and buds, and rake some of the
smaller beds, and water the choicest plants, and attend
to their own wee bits of garden. For both Everard and
Edith have a tiny plot of their own, which the gardener
never touches; and there they grow their favourite
flowers,-pinks and carnations, roses and geraniums,
stocks and wallflowers, pansies and marigolds,-accord-
ing to the season. And very proud and pleased they are
when they can pick a nosegay for mamma or papa out of
their gardens. And when a visitor admires the flowers,







THE GARDENERS.


and mamma says, "Yes, they are very fine; and they
were grown by my son and daughter," you cannot imagine
how happy they feel.
You must know that Everard and Edith find working
in the garden very healthy, for it keeps them in the fresh
air and warm sunshine; very agreeable, for it occupies
their leisure time; and very useful, for it teaches them a
number of wonderful things about plants and flowers,-
how they grow, what they live on, and their various uses
and qualities. They know that one plant grows best in
one kind of soil, and another plant in another kind; that
some need a good deal of water, and others very little;
that they cannot live, any more than we can, without
light and air; that they breathe just as we do, only
through the surface of the leaves and not by means of
lungs; and, in fact, that they have a life of their own, and
must be properly fed and taken care of, or they will fade
and die. Sometimes they watch the bees drawing sweets
from the flowers. Sometimes they find a caterpillar snugly
rolling itself ip in a rose-leaf. There is always something
to do, something to watch, something to learn; and
Everard and Edith find gardening a very entertaining
and instructive occupation.
So would you, children, if you would but try! And if
you live in town, and have no garden, you can always keep
a few plants at your window; and even these will afford
you much amusement.







40 THE GARDENERS.

I think it is a very good sign when boys and girls are
fond of flowers. And it is a good sign when you see a
nice plant or two blooming at a cottage window.
You may be sure that inside all will be neat and
clean; and I think, as a rule, you will find that the
cottager is sober and industrious, and the cottager's wife
a thrifty housekeeper! So it is pleasant to see a well-
kept garden in front of a cottage. It may be a very tiny
one,-but it always looks bright and cheerful, and it
always provides amusement for a leisure hour. I have
seen finer flowers sometimes in a cottage-garden than in
the superb gardens of wealthy gentlemen. Such stocks
and roses, such wallflowers and pansies, such pinks and
carnations, it was a treat to look at them! For flowers
are like children,-they must be watched, and trained,
and lovingly tended!










EACH useless branch the gardener cuts away,
That richer bloom may deck the tree in May.







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ROSE.
ROSES are most dainty sweet,
And in bloom and balm complete:
None of all the beauteous flowers
That adorn our garden-bowers,
That in dells and meadows shine-
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42 ROSE.

Half so fair or tender shows
As the Rose !

Roses are most dainty bright
With a soft and sunny light:
Oh, how delicate their blush
In the summer noontide's flush
Oh, how rich the fragrance rare
Which they breathe upon the air ,
Not a flower so softly glows
As the Rose!

Roses are most dainty fair;
Like sister Rose, beyond compare !
Oh, how good, how pure is she
In her sweet simplicity !
Mark her curls of golden hue,
And her eyes of sunny blue;
Sweetest of all maidens shows
Sister Rose !


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THE SHEPHERD.


THE SHEPHERD.

FAR away among the lonely hills the good shepherd
watches his flock, and is careful to see that in their
search after sweet wild thyme and fresh grass they do
not wander into places where he could not find them.
In sunshine or in rain, in storm or calm, in summer or
in winter, still he keeps guard over his sheep,-leading
them to fresh pastures when it is needful, and keeping
them safe from every danger.
I often think that it is a great thing to be a shepherd.
Do you not read in the Bible that the second man who
was born on earth became a keeper of sheep ? The first


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man who died, the good and gentle Abel, was a shepherd.
Moses, the lawgiver of Israel, was at one time a shepherd;
and he was watching his father-in-law's sheep when the
voice of the Lord came to him, and called him to do God's
work.
Then, again, the second king of Israel, David, the man
after God's own heart, was a shepherd in his youth, and
drove his flock into the flowery fields of Palestine. He
was but a shepherd boy when, with sling and stone, he
slew the cruel, boastful giant, Goliath.
It was to shepherds watching their flock by night that
the sweet songs of angels told of the birth of our Saviour,
and of the peace and good-will which He brought to all
mankind.
And pleasantest of all to remember, our Lord is often
described as the Good Shepherd, who laid down His life
for the sheep, who calls us the sheep of His pasture, and
speaks of little children as His lambs.







THE GLEANER. 45


THE GLEANER.
WHEN the reapers have done their work in the corn-field,
and the wheat has been gathered up into bundles, called
"sheaves," it is the custom in many parts of our country,
as it was in the.-
land of Boaz and -
Ruth, to let the
poor collect for -
their own use the
ears that have
been left lying on
the ground.
You will see
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women and chil- -
dren following in
the steps of the
sheaf-binder, and
picking up ear
after ear, until
their aprons are
full. Sometimes,
indeed, the load
is so great that no
child could carry it; and you will see strong women,
with bundles of ripe corn on their backs, trudging
slowly home.








46 THE GLEANER.

Then, by-and-by, they take it to the miller's; and he
grinds it into nice white flour.
But there is not much left for the gleaners now-a-days.
In most large farms a reaping machine is used: and the
corn is cut so close, and gathered up so carefully, that the
poor gleaners find little to repay them for their trouble.
But Mary Lee goes out into the field, and does her best,
for she knows that it will be a help to her father and
mother.









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WHEN the reapers' work is done,
And the harvest-treasure won;
When beneath the golden sun,
And the summer's glorious sky,
Beaming brightly blue on high,
Thick the bearded corn-sheaves lie,
Comes the gleaner to the field,
Hopeful it will something yield,-
Some few straggling ears of wheat,
Her mother's garner to complete.








THE FLOWER-GATHERERS.


THE FLOWER-GATHERERS.

IN the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,


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Come and gather ye the flowers,
On grassy fields, in leafy bowers,
Where the sunshine and the showers
Have cherished all their inner powers-
Lads and lasses!


In the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,
Come and gather ye the flowers!
Some are large, and some are small;
Some like dwarfs, some giants tall!
Blossoms bright of every hue,
Pink, and gold, and red, and blue--
Lads and lasses!


In the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,
Come and gather ye the flowers !
Stars of earth, they seem to shine
With a light that is divine.
Oh, how delicate their bloom!
Oh, how sweet is their perfume !
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THE FLOWER-GATHERERS. 49

In the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,
Come and gather ye the flowers !
See, like tiny lamps, they beam
'Mid the herbage by the stream;
Or in garlands twine about
The thick fresh hedges in and out-
Lads and lasses!


In the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,
Come and gather ye the flowers !
Make them into posies fair,
Weave them round your flowing hair;
Gather hats and aprons full,
Pull and pick, and pick and pull-
Lads and lasses!


In the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,
Come and gather ye the flowers !
Lads and lasses, see! our field
Will buttercups and daisies yield,
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50 THE FLOWER-GATHERERS.

Poppies tall and roses rare,
And blue-bells waving in the air-
Lads and lasses !

In the merry summer hours,
Lads and lasses,
Lads and lasses,
Come and gather ye the flowers !
Let us all, with cheerful voice,
In these fairy gifts rejoice;
These stars of earth that surely shine
With a glory most divine-
Lads and lasses !







THE POOL ON THE COMMON.


THE POOL ON THE COMMON.
THERE are some cottages on the common belonging to
a few poor people, who get work as hedgers and ditchers,
or are engaged in hawking about goods for sale among
people almost as poor as themselves. Such cottages!
Small, and dark, and low, with thatched roofs and clay
walls 4 But their inhabitants do not complain, for they







THE POOL ON THE COMMON.


are warm and dry, and the rent is very low. Besides,
they can keep a few hens, or a pig, or pony, for the
common is free to all.
The cottage children would hardly exchange their dull
little hovels on the common for the finest houses in the
crowded town. They know nothing of such comforts as
you and I delight in. All they care for is the fresh air,
and the liberty of wandering where they like; gathering
flowers in the hollows; picking rushes, with which their
mothers make baskets; blackberrying and nutting in the
proper season; or, on hot summer afternoons, wading in
the pond, and sailing their rude bits of boats. Or per-
haps they catch the unfortunate pony, and mount upon
his back,-two or three at once,-and scamper away over
the grassy lea.
They get but little schooling; few of them, I fear, can
read or write; and they are seldom seen inside a church.
Their clothes are tattered and much worn; they are fed
with the poorest food; and often they are employed on
very hard work. It is sad that they should be so
neglected, and that their parents should care so little
how they grow up.
Who can wonder that they find pleasure in roaming
over the breezy common, with its hills and dales, its noble
trees and clumps of furze ; or in playing by the side of the
pool, where the sun lights up its clear, bright waters!
They have no happy home, such as you and I hav !







INDUSTRIOUS KITTY.


INDUSTRIOUS KITTY.


WHAT a difference you will sometimes find between two
sisters or brothers of the same family! Now, here are
Kitty and Nelly Thornton: Kitty is such a quiet, grave,
industrious little fairy; while Nelly is as lively as possible,
full of fun, and never so happy as when she is at play.
When their lessons are done, Nelly flies off to get her







54 INDUSTRIOUS KITTY.

hoop or her skipping-rope, and, if the weather is fine,
down she hurries into the garden, and you may see her
skipping or running along the garden walks.
Now, grave little Kitty goes also into the garden; but
she chooses a nice sunny seat, and there she sits, stitching
away at something for her mamma or herself, or making
a garment, perhaps, for a poor woman's child. Nelly will
pay her a visit, and try to persuade her to join in a romp.
But Kitty goes on sewing until her work is done; after
which she generally waters her flowers, or watches the
bees flying to and fro.
Well, both little girls are very happy; but their
mamma wishes that Nelly had more of Kitty's industry,
and Kitty a little more of Nelly's playfulness.



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ALFRED and Eleanor are fond of keeping silkworms. They
put them in a nice dry box of cardboard, and feed them
on lettuce leaves or mulberry leaves; and then they find
it very interesting to watch them spinning their beautiful







56 THE SILKWORM.

soft yellow silk. The worms wrap themselves up in a
cocoon, or outer coat, of this silk; and Alfred and Eleanor
carefully unwind it, and roll it off on a reel. Then the
silkworms spin some more. And so they go on,-in-
dustrious little creatures! Always at work so long as
life remains to them; thus teaching a lesson of industry
which boys and girls should try to remember and
profit by.
These little creatures furnish us with the silk which
we use for clothing and various other purposes. Yes, the
silk frock which Eleanor wears is made from the fine soft
stuff produced by the silkworm. Is not this wonderful ?
Just think of it! A tiny worm, through the power and
wisdom of God, can be useful to man.



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COME, boys and girls! Come, come, I say! Here is

Travelling Tim, as he is called, with his peep-show In-

side it are beautiful pictures'of distant places, great snowy

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magnifying glass in the front of the box, and this makes
them look quite real, and very charming. And all the
while you are looking Tim shifts the pictures,-showing
first one, and then another,-and tells you what they
represent. Come, boys and girls! Come, come, I say!
Here is Travelling Tim, with his peep-show.
Did you ever see such a splendid sight ? Look in at
one little window, and there is the Duke of Wellington
on a white horse Look in at another, and you see the
Queen in her robes At another, and you are shown the
Falls of Niagara, with their immense floods of water.
At another, and you are shown a beautiful lake in Scot-
land. And here is London, the great city, with its
bridges across the Thames, and the dome of its fine
cathedral. Come, boys and girls! Come, come, I say!
Here is Travelling Tim, with his peep-show.






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IN the autumn of life men seek for rest and repose; and
old John Thomson, who can remember the birth of most
of the men and women now living in Bradbourne, delights
on a still summer evening to make his way to the Village
Oak, as it is called, and beneath its broad leaves he sits
and thinks and dreams. He knows that his course is
nearly run; but the knowledge does not make him sad,
for he trusts in his Father's mercy.







60 GRANDMAMMA'S DARLINGS.


GRANDMAMMA'S DARLINGS.
WIDow GREEN lives in one of the prettiest cottages in
Bradbourne. Outside, it is covered with roses and honey-
suckle; and it stands in a garden all. bright and sweet
with flowers. Inside, it is as neat and clean as cottage
can be; the walls are kept nicely coloured, the floor is
white as snow, and the pots and pans which are hung
about shine like silver.
Widow Green has neither husband, sons, nor daughters,
though she is an aged woman now, with wrinkles on her
forehead, and gray hair.
She had but one son, Frank Green; a fine, manly,
bold-hearted fellow, who married Susan Thomson, the
farmer's daughter. And a happy couple they were!
They had two children, Frank and Susan, and they
brought them up to love truth and honesty, and taught
them to fear God. But it happened that a great fire
broke out at the Squire's house, and Frank Green, of
course, was foremost among those who tried to put it
out. He rushed through the flames to rescue one of the
servants; a beam fell upon him, and injured him so
severely that the courageous, generous fellow died soon
afterwards.
Well, his loving wife took her loss so much to heart
that, as people say, she never again lifted up her head;
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leaving her two children to the care of their grandmother,
Widow Green.
The Squire could not help feeling very much for this
unfortunate family; and he respected the memory of
Frank Green, who had always done his duty like an
honest man and true. So he agreed to allow Widow
Green a few pounds every year towards the support of
Frank and Susan; and as she has always been a careful,
industrious woman, she has managed to get along very
nicely.
She is old now, and cannot work so hard as she did;
but the children are able to help her. Her chief amuse-
ment is, in the evening, to hear Frank read to her, while
Susan kindles a good light for him to see by. Poor
people cannot afford gas or lamps.
As for Frank, he is very fond of reading, and wants
to learn enough to become a teacher in the village school.
So every spare moment you will find him poring over his
book or slate: in the winter, he crouches down by the
blazing wood-fire; in the summer, he takes his seat in
the pretty garden, which owes much of its nice appearance
to his labours. And I can assure you he is getting on
so fast with his books, that I have no doubt he will in
time be successful, and rise to be the village school-
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MAY-DAY.
WHO shall be Queen of the May to-day,
Who shall be Queen of the May ?
Oh, bring me a crown for Edith Brown,
And merrily shout-Hurrah !

Strew at her feet your fairest flowers;
Let the drums and trumpets play:
And weave you a crown for Edith Brown,
Since she shall be Queen of the May!


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64 MAY-DAY.

In all the village there's none so good,
Or has so sweet a way;-
Since to all she is dear, why, come, let us cheer
Our bonny, bright Queen of the May !


Come old, and come young, come little and tall,
Come, lads and lasses, away;
With a flowery crown for sweet Edith Brown,
Our bonny, bright Queen of the May !


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THE TWO ANGLERS.
MosT boys, I think, are fond of fishing; and though some
people call it cruel sport, I must say I think it a pleasant
amusement on a bright summer afternoon.
There is Tom Hunt, now. He runs home from school
as if he had wings to his
feet; hurries through his
tea; learns his lessons for .:'
the next day; and then -
away he goes, with his .
dog Cowslip, to fish in
the squire's pond. The
fish are not very numerous.
nor very large; and Tom
does not catch very many. ". .. .
But he sits on the bank,
with Cowslip by his side, 0 i
and watches for a bite, as --
happy as a king! His --
rod is nothing more than
a blackthorn stick, and a bent pin sometimes serves for
a hook; but he handles it like a skilful angler, and
every now and then gives a look at his dog, as much as
to say, "Did you ever see such a clever fellow ?" And
Cowslip gives a short bark, which means, "I never did !"
Master Herbert Dale, the doctor's son, is as fond of
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THE TWO ANGLERS.


fishing as Tom Hunt; and when he gets a holiday, he
marches down to the river, with a fine new rod and
tackle, as spruce as possible. But I don't think he
catches so many fish as poor Tom, with his blackthorn
and bent pin. It is not the rod,--don't you see ?-but
the skill, that catches the fish.
This is just what boys are apt to forget. If they play
cricket, they must have a very expensive bat; or if they
are learning to draw, all kinds of pencils and paper; as
if success depended upon the newness and dearness of
their playthings or tools. It depends, however, upon in-
dustry, perseverance, carefulness, energy. Without these,
the young angler will catch no fish, and the cricketer
will make no runs, and the artist will never learn to
draw well, though their tackle, or bats, or pencils may be
the finest possible.








THE UNFORTUNATE CAT.


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THE UNFORTUNATE CAT.

PussY looks as sleek and happy as any cat could wish to
be, seated there on the soft hearth-rug, in front of a fine
blazing fire. She is Nelly's pet, and always has plenty
of nice food; and is allowed, as you see, to visit the draw-
ing-room, quite like a guest. At night, she generally
sleeps on the mat outside Nelly's bedroom door, and there








68 THE UNFORTUNATE CAT.

she is in the morning, all ready to welcome her mistress
with a mew the moment she makes her appearance. But
perhaps Pussy has her troubles; and she does not live
on very good terms with the dog Rover, of whom she is
rather afraid. I remember some pretty verses about a
dog and a cat, which would suit Pussy very well :

Rover ran out on the lawn so green,
And Pussy, climbing a bough,
Mewed, You're the worst dog that ever was seen;"'
And Rover replied, Bow-wow !"

Says Rover, O Pussy, so sleek and so bright,
With a coat of such capital fur,
What makes you run off in such terrible fright,
As if I were a low common cur ?"

Pussy said not a word, but, safe in the tree,
She curled her long tail round her toes;
So Rover shook his wise head-did he-
And coiled himself up for a doze.

Then Pussy came softly and timidly down,
As if she were after a mouse;
And Rover ne'er pricked up his ears so brown,
As she scampered away to the house.

That night she told, in the dark wood-shed,
To her kittens, all three in a row,
What a terribly anxious life she led,
Because Rover worried her so!








MOTHER'S DARLING. 69


MOTHER'S DARLING.


WHAT a pretty picture a mother and her baby make !
Here is Mrs. Seymour, with her fat, round, fair, blue-
eyed baby-boy; and oh, how happy she feels while she







70 MOTHER'S DARLING.

clasps him to her breast! Well may nurse call him
"Mother's darling;" for no doubt Mrs. Seymour loves
him dearly. How pretty his ways are! How he
chuckles and crows, and pats mamma's face with his
chubby hands! How he laughs, first at her, and then
at his nurse, and rolls to and fro, and puts up his rosy
lips to be kissed, and stretches out his little limbs, and
talks in his babyish way!
Well, by-and-by mamma will hand him over to nurse,
and then he will undergo a great ceremony of being
washed and dressed; after which he will be put to bed
in his beautiful snow-white cradle.
And then, when he is sleeping softly and sweetly, his
mamma will come and kneel down by his side, praying
God to bless and watch over her darling.







SEEING THE DOCTOR. 71


SEEING THE DOCTOR.
JOHNNY has been complaining of headache, and his
mother has sent for Dr. Bolus. But now the doctor has
come, he does not wish to see him, and his mother has


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72 SEEING THE DOCTOR.

to push him forward, while he hangs his head, and seems
afraid to speak. This is foolish; for Dr. Bolus is kind
and clever, and wishes to do him good. Does Johnny
think he will cut off his head ? Charley looks on in sur-
prise; for the doctor is so good-tempered and agreeable,
that he thinks everybody should like him.
However, Johnny takes the medicine which Dr. Bolus
sends him, though not without wry faces and a good deal
of fuss. It does him good, for there is not much the
matter with him; and his headache gone, Johnny is as
brisk as ever! Away he goes-into the fields to pick
flowers, or down to the stream to fish; away he goes, and
forgets all about his headache and Dr. Bolus!






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HOMEWARD BOUND.


HOMEWARD BOUND.

AFTER a delightful ramble in the green shades of the
woods, Clara and Maude are walking home. Clara's hat
is trimmed with fresh wild hyacinths, while Maude carries
in her hand a bough of flowering hawthorn; and between
them the two friends support a large basket, brimming
over with ferns and flowers.


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74 HOMEWARD BOUND.

As they take their homeward way, they find so much
to talk about:-the sweet songs of the birds, carolling in
the air like a chime of silver bells; the tall and stately
trees, which are just putting on their robe of greenness;
the ferns waving freely in each shady hollow; the tinkle
of the little stream as it leaps and bounds in the dark
leafy glen; the swift flight of the dazzling butterflies,
shining in the sun like winged jewels; the brown plump
squirrel, running from branch to branch; the hare,
timid and suspicious, quick darting across the turf to
reach its secluded burrow; the wild blossoms clustering
on every side, and the tall feathery grasses rippling in
every fresh waft of the wind;-these are the pleasant
things that Clara and Maude have to talk about, as they
slowly travel homeward after a day in the woods.
How happy they have been beneath the leafy boughs !
How they have roamed here and there; looking for the
blackbird's nest, and the rabbit's burrow,-for the grace-
ful lady fern, and the last of the spring violets; discover-
ing in some quiet nook a glorious bed of primroses; or
coming upon a point where the stream falls over a ledge
of rock in a tiny cascade, and looks so bright and clear
that they are tempted to drink of its waters.
Yes; they have been very happy in the wood, and to-
morrow will return to their lessons all the more eagerly
because they have had a pleasant holiday.








AN EVENING IN JUNE.


AN EVENING IN JUNE.
CARTING the hay, the sweet-smelling hay,
With a song and a shout, at the close of day,-







76 AN EVENING IN JUNE.

Hark to the haymakers' old-fashioned tune
Rising aloft in the skies of June !
The sun is sinking fast in the west,
And the birds are speeding home to their nest,
While softly and sweetly sighs the breeze
Through the branches of the grand old trees-
As we take home the hay, the sweet-smelling hay,
With a song and a shout, at the close of day.

Merry the children's voices sound,-
So sweet the blossoms they have found !-
Merry their laugh, as down by the lake
They sit, and their fragrant posies make.
But the sun is sinking fast in the west,
And the birds are speeding home to their nest;
The day is done, and our work is o'er,
And we have gathered the precious store,-
So home we'll carry the sweet-smelling hay,
W itll i -a o ;u aI a .-li- ut. ;4t tl. ,..lose f day.


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EFFIE'S RIDE. 77


SEFFIE'S RIDE.

SHOUT, boys, shout; blow, boys, blow;
Shoulder your arms, and away we go !


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78 EFFIE'S RIDE.

Here is a carriage of splendid make;-
Walter, you the lead shall take;
And Effie, of all our street the pride,
Shall be the queen, and enjoy a ride.
Poor Effie has long been very ill,
And she is pale and feeble still;
And this, you know, is her first day out,-
So, trumpets, blow; and shout, boys, shout !

Look at Ethel marching away,
While Harry waves his flag so gay;
And Tommy tosses his cap on high,
Laughing and singing merrily,-
While Charlie, the laughing frolicsome elf,
Carries a sword as big as himself;
And Willie's trumpet, shrill and loud,
Rings in the ears of the wondering crowd.

Shout, boys, shout; blow, boys, blow;
Shoulder your arms, and away we go!

So down the street we march away,
While Harry waves his flag so gay;
And Effie, of all our street the pride,
Feels quite strong as she takes her ride.
Boys and girls, we march along,
Singing aloud our merry song;







EFFIE'S RIDE. 79

Singing aloud our song of glee,
For Effie is our queen, you see !

Shout, girls, shout; blow, boys, blow;
Shoulder your arms, and away we go !

Children we in our childish play,
As down. the street we march away,
And merry our laugh and loud our song,
As, boys and girls, we tramp along!
It well may be, in after-years,
That we shall have our sorrows and tears;
But let us be happy while we may,-
So, boys and girls, march, march away!


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THE LINNET'S NEST.


THE LINNET'S NEST.

do you think I would
'''' "take the nest from
S.-: o the poor linnet? See,

Sin it; do put it back
in its place, or the
mother bird will be
Unhappy when she
Looks for it, and finds
it gone.
How would you
like some great
.i strong man, while
j -, your father and
mother were away,
to carry you off for
,. ---. _- sale, or deprive you
S- of your home ? You
would think it very cruel. And is it less cruel of you
to rob the poor linnets of their pretty nest, which they
have made with so much trouble; and of their little ones,
whom they are bringing up with so much care ?
I dare say they are flying about now, in search of
food for them.







LITTLE DUMPLING. 81


LITTLE DUMPLING.
DUMPLING was a strange name for a dog, was it not ?
And yet it was a very suitable name; for Fanny's dog
looked like a dumpling when he
lay asleep, with his head and his
legs all rolled up in a ball.
He was not much of a dump-
ling when Fanny first saw the ':'
poor creature. There was little
of him-nothing but skin and
bones; and he was too weak to
walk, and had not the spirit even -
to bark.
Fanny was gathering forget-me-nots by the side of the
stream when she saw something floating down the water.
What could it be ? She looked again, and then she dis-
covered it was a poor little drowning puppy, which some
cruel boy had flung into the brook. After watching for
a minute or two, she saw that he was not dead; and so
she lay down on the bank very cautiously, stretched out
her hands, and contrived to catch poor Dumpling. Then
she ran home with him, wrapped him in a rug, put him
before the fire, and gave him some warm bread and milk.
In a little while he recovered himself, and was able to
walk about. And Fanny ever since has made him quite
a pet, and taught him all kinds of tricks. He can fetch
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82 LITTLE DUMPLING.

and carry, open and shut the door, beg on his hind legs,
jump through a hoop, and swim like a fish.
You may be sure that Dumpling is very fond of Fanny.
He follows her wherever she goes, and seems miserable
when she is out of his sight. On Sundays, when she goes
to church, Dumpling walks as far as the gate, and there
he seats himself until the service is over. No sooner does
Fanny make her appearance than up jumps Dumpling,
and frisks and barks, and makes a terrible noise; though
Fanny says he ought to know it is Sunday, and behave
more quietly.
But, alas, many children -who know better than
Dumpling-do not behave any better, even on Sundays !







MY DOG "OSCAR."


MY DOG "OSCAR."
You never saw such a noble fellow as my dog Oscar. He
is as brave as he is clever, and as clever as he is good-
natured. Oh, what fine fun we have together You
should see us rolling over one another in the grass. And
then, while I lie still, he places his paws upon my chest,
as if to prevent me from getting up; and when I move,
he takes to his heels, and runs round and round me,
barking loudly, as much as to say, This is what I call
good sport!"
I said he was good-natured; and so he is. He will let
sister Kitty (she is a wee girl, you know-about four
years old) ride on his back all about the garden. And
he is very clever. We put the letters to be posted in a







84 MY DOG "OSCAR."

small basket, and then we say, "Post, Oscar !" Well-
would you believe it ?-he takes the basket in his mouth,
and trots away to the village post-office, where he waits
until the postmaster takes them from him.
You should see him swim If I throw my stick into
the pond, in he jumps, and away he goes; and he swims
about until he seizes the stick. Then he comes back to
me; and oh, what a shake he gives himself when he
stands upon the bank again !
He can dive as well as swim. See! I throw my top
into the water. Of course, it sinks. "Fetch it, Oscar !"
There he goes, you see. Now, watch him dive right down
to the bottom of the pond. Fetch it, Oscar !" Ah,
here he comes again! and he has got hold of my top, you
see, with his strong, white teeth.








THE SHEPHERD-BOY.


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THE SHEPHERD-BOY.


Now all day long, upon the hills,-
The hills so lone and grand,
Which fling a mighty shadow far
O'er all the silent land,-

All, all day long, upon the hills,
His watch did Robin keep;
And with his faithful collie led
To pastures green his sheep.

At times he roamed across the moor,
Or where the streamlet flows,
And up the shady glen whose. side
With purple heather glows.


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THE SHEPHERD-BOY.


And sometimes he would pause to rest
Upon a mossy stone,
Where waving ferns for many a year
Unchecked and free had grown.

And then he'd take his rustic pipe
And play a mournful song,
Which floated down the green hill-side,
The echoing vale along.

The wind caught up the simple strain,
Its notes so soft and sweet;
And every echo was well pleased
Such music to repeat.

His song was of the happy days
When he was yet a child,
And sat upon his mother's knee,
And watched her as she smiled.

But now in yonder churchyard still,
Beneath the turf, she sleeps;
And oft, as Robin thinks of her,
He checks his song, and weeps.

He sings, too, of the merry days
When he, a child, would stand







THE SHEPHERD-BOY. 87


Close by the waterfall, and clasp
His father's ready hand.

But now in yonder churchyard still,
Beside his wife, he sleeps;
And oft, as Robin thinks of him,
He checks his song, and weeps.

Then Robin gazes on the sky:
He marks the light above,
And knows that o'er him watches now
A Saviour's eyes of love.

And so he pipes a thankful strain-
A strain of faith and joy;
And humbly prays that God will bless
The orphan shepherd-boy.







88 THE' TOAD.

THE TOAD.
WHY should Patty throw
her arms- round her
brother's waist, because a
toad has crept out from
Sunder the seat in the
summer-house ? Perhaps
a toad is not a pleasing-
looking animal; but it is
harmless,-it is very use-
ful,-and there is no need
why Patty or any one
should show either fear
or disgust at its appearance.
It has no claws with which to scratch, no teeth with
which to bite. It is not poisonous, and it cannot sting.
It does more good than harm, for it feeds on worms and
insects, which do much injury to the plants; and gardeners
keep a toad in the conservatory to destroy the slugs and
snails.
If Patty thinks of these things, she will be wiser than
to show any fright the, next time she sees a toad. Nor
will she ask any one to kill it. She will remember that
it is useful and inoffensive, and that God's creatures are
not to be ill-treated or killed simply because we are silly
enough to dislike their appearance.









BROTHER AND SISTER.


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BROTHER AND SISTER.

SWEET Ethel stood by the open door,
And with her bright blue eyes


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90 BROTHER AND SISTER.

Eagerly watched her brother's work,
With a look of glad surprise.

And what are you doing, Harry ?" said she;
What do you seek to make ?"
Oh, with my knife I'm shaping a ship
To sail on yonder lake !"-

And are you making a ship," said she-
And smiled as she looked at him-
"And are you making a bonny ship
That o'er the waves will swim?"

"Yes, it will swim, I warrant you;
And you shall see it sail,
With its tall thin mast and canvas white,
Before the blowing gale."-

"Oh, Harry," then said his sister fair,
While a light shone in her eyes,
Like the pale dawn that softly spreads
Over the morning skies,-

Oh, Harry, I've often wished that I
Could call some swift ship mine,
That I might sail far, far away
Where we see the stars to shine;







BROTHER AND SISTER. 91

"Might sail away to some distant shore,
Across the waters green,
Where the glorious flowers that never fade,
And the gorgeous birds, are seen;

"Might sail away to some distant land
By love and mercy blest,
Where the wicked cease to trouble, and
The weary are at rest."

Then Harry looked in his sister's face,-
For he could not understand
Why she should wish for a ship to sail
To that mysterious land,-

And he saw a smile upon her lips,
And a light within her eyes
Like the silver dawn that softly spreads
Over the morning skies.

"My boat shall be yours, sweet heart," he cried-
I'll finish it for your sake;
And with mast and sail 'twill lightly skim
The waves of yonder lake."

But before the summer had come and gone
Sweet Ethel had passed away;







92 BROTHER AND SISTER

And Harry mourned for his sister dear
Through many a dreary day.

But he knew she had found her ship at last,
And had sailed.to that distant shore
Where the weary rest in their Saviour's arms,
And the wicked trouble no more.

And though lonely he felt when she was gone,
This thought brought joy to his heart,-
That hereafter they'd meet in the Land of Love,
Never again to part!







THE PET LAMB. 93


THE PET LAMB.
LILY has three pets,-her
doll, her cat, and her "
lamb,- and I think she
gives each a turn. You
see Miss Pussy does not
care about being petted
out of doors. She likes -
to run about, and climb -
the trees, and hunt about
after the mice and the
birds; so that she does V
not go near Lily in the
field or the garden. But in the parlour she likes a warm
snug seat, and is very willing to lie in her mistress's lap.
Then as for Miss Dollikins, you know she cannot often
be taken out for a walk. The sun is not good for her
pretty face; and on.hot summer afternoons Lily takes
her upstairs and puts her to bed, where she can sleep as
cool and comfortable as you please.
So that Lily then pays a visit to her pretty white lamb,
which is always delighted to see her.
Sometimes she carries it a nice little dish of bread and
milk, which she has taught it to eat. Sometimes she
amuses herself with stringing together the daisies and
buttercups, and hanging them round its neck.








THE PET LAMB.


Lily has had the lamb ever since it was a wee tiny
helpless creature, scarcely able to walk. Its dam had
died, and the farmer brought it to her for a present. She
is very fond of it, and the lamb is very fond of her; but
soon it will grow into a sheep, and Lily will be obliged to
be contented with her cat and her doll.
But Lily will grow too, and when she grows older she
will not care for lambs and kittens as pets. She will
have something else to think of; but I trust she will not
be less mindful of the wants and feelings of dumb animals.
It is sad to see how cruelly some persons treat them!
They are God's creatures, as we are; and can suffer pain,
as we do. Yet you will see them beaten, half-starved,
and over-worked, by many who call themselves Christians.
But true Christians will never find pleasure in the suffer-
ings of others.


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AT THE FAIR. 95


AT THE FAIR.


IT is fair-day at Bradbourne; and the village green is
covered with people dressed in their best clothes, laughing,







AT THE FAIR.


singing, and making holiday. It comes only once a year,
they say, and they must make the most of it!
All yesterday men and women came into the village
from distant towns, and began to build up large booths and
tents, in which to sell their various goods. To make them
look gay, they decked them with flags and streamers; and
they hung large pictures outside, to show what was sold
within, or what was being done.












In one tent you can buy cakes, and sweets, and ginger-
bread; in another, nuts, apples, and different kinds of
fruit. Go to a third, and on paying a penny you can see
the Queen, and the Prince and Princess of Wales, and
other great personages, made of wax, and looking like
life. In another, you are introduced to a giant and a
dwarf; in a fifth, to lions, tigers, and other wild beasts,
shut up in strong iron cages. Oh, there is plenty to see
at the fair, I can tell you !







AT THE FAIR. 97

Why, here is a great swing. "Pay a penny, and have a
ride !" No, thank you; we can swing at home; we want
to lay out our money to more advantage.
We don't want gingerbread or nuts; but we will take
a peep at this little bazaar-the Royal Victoria Bazaar
as its owner calls it. What a grand name for a tent
full of toys But I declare it is very pretty to look at!
The master is an old man, but he seems merry and hearty;
and, certainly, he has made the place look very gay.











And how full it is of toys See, the counter is crowded
with them; and they are hanging from the roof and sides;
and they are piled up in every corner; and chests and
baskets are brimming over with them. Toys of all kinds
and sizes,-quite a beautiful show. Oh, dear me how
can I choose among them ?
What have you here for sale, sir ?
Oh, I have Punch with his hunch; balls and hoops,
and red-coated troops; beads of glass and chains of brass;
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98 AT THE FAIR.

flutes, trumpets, and trays, vans, carts, gigs, and drays;
squirts, bows, and guns, wooden cakes and buns; dolls
that can speak and birds that can squeak; bright golden
rings and figures of kings; Jack in his box and a horse
that rocks; rabbits and goats, ships and boats, bats and
traps, and all kinds of caps; fish, beasts, and tops, with
arks, farms, and shops;-for girls and boys, I have all
kinds of toys !"
Well, I really do not know what to choose !
"Here are brads, nails, and tacks, saw, hammer, and
axe; watch, key, and chain, and a carpenter's plane; a
yacht that will float, and a new painted boat; hoe, spade,
and flail, cup, plate, and pail; frogs that will leap, and
cows, goats, and sheep;-for girls and boys, I have all
kinds of toys !"
Well, I will buy a kite for Charley, a ball for Tommy,
battledore and shuttlecock for Emmy, and a doll for my-
self.





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CHARMING ALICE. 99


CHARMING ALICE.
YES, I call her "Charming Alice," because she is charming.
It is delightful to know a girl so good as Alice Dale.


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CHARMING ALICE.


Of course, I do not mean to say that she is without
faults. Alas, that cannot be said of any one of us, young
or old But when her faults are pointed out to her, she
tries to correct them; and when she has done or said any-
thing wrong, she cannot rest until she has owned it, and
asked forgiveness. I have seen Alice out of temper; but
I have also seen her sorry for it afterwards, and have
heard her go up to her mamma or papa, and beg for par-
don. And at night, when she went to bed, I have heard
her pray for God's pardon also, which is more important
even than mamma's or papa's.
But why I call her "Charming" is, because she is so
unselfish, and, at the same time, so dutiful. She is
always willing to give up to her brothers and sisters; she
is always ready to do what she is told. And she does it
with a bright smile, as if she did it willingly. Now some
boys and girls, when their parents or teachers ask them
to do this or to do that, move about quite churlishly, and
you see their obedience is owing to fear and not to love,
to fear of punishment, and not to love of their teachers
and parents. Oh, how different it is with charming
Alice She runs to and fro so nimbly, and with such a
pleasant face, that you know she is dutiful because she is
affectionate.
Then you know how unwilling some boys and girls are
to get to their lessons. They lounge about, and make
excuses, and pretend their books are lost, and evidently




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