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 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 On the way to Florida
 Our humming-bird
 The dog that did not like guns
 Somebody's coming!
 The Rocky Mountains
 Horatio's vacation
 When Santa Claus comes
 What ailed Oliver
 The blackboard
 Harry's dog
 Robert at the gymnasium
 Playing at horses
 Johnny's drum
 Sea-bird catching
 How Harry tried the ice
 Harry's thoughts
 Susan to Johnny
 Uncle John's dog Skye
 What the kid said to the dog
 The poor woman's comfort
 Lily's sleigh-ride
 Hector the boaster
 A story of a pet lamb
 Our dog winner
 The use of an umbrella
 An invitation
 Heedless Harry
 The hens and the sparrows...
 The bumped head
 The yellow cloud
 General pug
 Daisy's true story
 Pinky
 Don't care, and I'll try
 Lucy and Nelly in the country
 My baby-brother
 Apthorp and the kitten
 Why?
 My father's story
 How the fox got away
 The little tyrant
 Ellen's cow
 Life in Texas
 What does the cock say?
 Back Cover






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Title: Golden rays
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 21 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Charlie ( Editor )
Brown, Samuel E., d. ca. 1860 ( Engraver )
Hall and Whiting ( Publisher )
Deland & Barta ( Printer )
John Andrew & Son ( Engraver )
Publisher: Hall and Whiting
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Deland & Barta
Publication Date: 1882
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Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1882   ( lcsh )
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Statement of Responsibility: edited by Uncle Charlie.
General Note: Contains poetry and prose.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Half Title
        Page i
    Frontispiece
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    On the way to Florida
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Our humming-bird
        Page 3
    The dog that did not like guns
        Page 4
    Somebody's coming!
        Page 5
        Page 6
    The Rocky Mountains
        Page 7
    Horatio's vacation
        Page 8
        Page 9
    When Santa Claus comes
        Page 10
    What ailed Oliver
        Page 11
        Page 12
    The blackboard
        Page 13
    Harry's dog
        Page 14
    Robert at the gymnasium
        Page 15
    Playing at horses
        Page 16
    Johnny's drum
        Page 17
        Page 18
    Sea-bird catching
        Page 19
        Page 20
    How Harry tried the ice
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Harry's thoughts
        Page 23
    Susan to Johnny
        Page 24
    Uncle John's dog Skye
        Page 25
        Page 26
    What the kid said to the dog
        Page 27
    The poor woman's comfort
        Page 28
    Lily's sleigh-ride
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Hector the boaster
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    A story of a pet lamb
        Page 34
    Our dog winner
        Page 35
        Page 36
    The use of an umbrella
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    An invitation
        Page 45
    Heedless Harry
        Page 46
        Page 47
    The hens and the sparrows in winter
        Page 48
    The bumped head
        Page 49
        Page 50
    The yellow cloud
        Page 51
    General pug
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Daisy's true story
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Pinky
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Don't care, and I'll try
        Page 58
    Lucy and Nelly in the country
        Page 59
        Page 60
    My baby-brother
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Apthorp and the kitten
        Page 63
        Page 64
    Why?
        Page 65
    My father's story
        Page 66
        Page 67
    How the fox got away
        Page 68
        Page 69
    The little tyrant
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Ellen's cow
        Page 72
    Life in Texas
        Page 73
        Page 74
    What does the cock say?
        Page 75
    Back Cover
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ON THE WAY TO FLORIDA.

MILY has gone with her par-
ents to Florida for the winter.
They went on board a fine large
steamship at New York. In it
they will go to Savannah in about
three days, and thence to Flori-
S da by railroad.
If you will look at a map of
the United States, you may see
how they will journey. They are going South to be out of






ON THE WAY TO FLORIDA.

the way of the snow and the cold weather of our North'ern
winters; for Emily's mother is in poor health.
Emily will amuse herself on the voyage in many ways.
She has a set of building-blocks; and with these she can form
the letter E, and some others.
She has a box of twelve blocks; and on the six sides of
each block there are letters painted, one on each side.
But there are only twenty-six letters in the alphabet; and,
if there are six sides on each of twelve blocks, there is room
for seventy-two letters ; for six times twelve is seventy-two.
Are some of the sides blank ?
I will tell you how it is: some of the letters are repeated
two, and some three times, so that you can make words out
of them, in which the same letter is seen twice, as in ALL,
SEE, DID, ODD, BOOK, WILL.
Emily forms little sentences with her blocks. Here are
some that she formed while on her way from New York to
Florida: "THE WIND BLOWS." "WE SAIL ON THE SEA." "I SAW A
BIRD." "WE HOPE TO BE IN FLORIDA." "WE MAY SOON SEE LAND."
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WATCHING THE BIRDS.

WATCHING THE BIRDS.










OUR HUMMING-BIRD.

ONE day last October, our pussy brought
a little stranger into the house. It was a
wee bit of a humming-bird. It was so cold
that it was almost frozen; and so pussy
caught it easily. It was a beautiful little bird. The feathers
on its back were green and gold; and those on its breast
were gray, and its neck was speckled.
It was taken away from the cat very soon, I can tell you,
and was put into a nice warm nest made of cotton. It soon
began to be so warm, that it did not like to stay in its box
of cotton, and we had to think what we could get for a cage.
We first tried a large cage in which we once kept a
canary-bird,
This we found was too large, as the bird could get through
the bars of the cage: so we had to use a wire-cover, such as
is used to cover dishes on the table.
We made a perch in this cage for the bird to stand and
sleep on. As soon as it got warm, it began to be hungry,
and we had to feed it: so we took a quill-pen, cut off the
point, and then dipped the pen in some sugar and water,
and fed our birdie.
After a while, we would let it fly about the room all day;
and at evening we would catch it, and put it on its perch
for the night.
We also taught it to feed itself; and it would hover over
a doll's sugar-bowl, darting out its tongue, and sipping up its
sugar and water.
We called it Hum, the son of Buz," after a humming-bird
that Mrs. H. B. Stowe caught; and it seemed to know its
name ; for, when we spoke to it, it would turn its little head






THE DOG THAT DID NOT LIKE GUNS.

on one side, and look towards the person who spoke. It
liked to be petted, and told that it was a pretty bird.
It got to be so tame at last, that it would light on our
heads; and, while we were eating our meals, it would fly down
and peck at the food on the table, and sometimes on our
plates.
But in about five weeks it began to droop, and we knew
that it was pining for the fresh air: so we opened the win-
dow one day, and let it go. Since then, nothing has been
seen of our humming-bird.
HADLEY, MASS. BROTHIE NED.
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THE DOG THAT DID NOT LIKE GUNS.

A FRIEND of mine had a dog of which lie was so fond, that,
when he went to sea, he took the dog with him. The dog
liked to be with his master, but could not bear the sound of
a gun; and, when a gun was fired, he would howl, and run
away, and hide himself in some dark place.
So when his master saw what great pain it gave his dog
to hear the sound of a gun, he thought, "If I wrap Pompey
up in a rug when the guns are going to fire, I do not think
he will hear the sound, and then he will not be in so much
pain."
So, the next time the guns were going to fire, he spread
the rug on the deck, and said to the d,'. Come here,
Pompey. Come here at once."
The dog came as he was bid; but, when he saw the rug,
he did not much like the look of it; and he gave a bark, as
much as to say, What are you going to do with that rug ?
I hope you are not going to hurt me."






SOMEBODY'S COMING!

"No, no; I am not going to hurt you," said his master:
"but the guns are going to fire; and, if I wrap you up in
this rug, you will not hear the sound."
Now, it may seem strange that the dog should know what
his master meant by these words; but he must have done
so, for he went at once on the rug, and lay down quite still:
and then his master put the rug quite round him, and took
him to a part of the ship far from the guns.
There Pompey lay quite still till the firing was at an end;
and then he came out of his rug, and ran and jumped and
frisked, and was as gay as could be.
And from that day, when Pompey saw the sailors go to
the guns of the ship, he would run to his master, and look
in his face, and wag his tail, and bark, as much as to say,
"Put me in the rug, please put me in the rug; and then I
shall not hear the guns."
And he would lie in the rug for hours, so still!- quite still,
and not bark once. He knew the rug was the best place for
him, and that, as soon as the guns had left off firing, his
master would come and take him out of the rug; and then
Pompey could run and frisk and jump up and down the
deck of the ship once more. Now, was not Pompey a
shrewd old dog. TROTTIE's AusT.




SOMEBODY'S COMING!

SOMEBODY'S coming! Who is it, I wonder?
'Tis some one we're wanting to see ;
For shy little Benny and bright little Jenny
Look happy as happy can be.






SOMEBODY'S COMING!

Somebody's coming! Pray tell us who is it ?
Even pussy is anxious to know:
Is it father or mother, or sister or brother?
Is it Mary, or Willie, or Joe ?


























Somebody's coming I see him, I know him,-
The postman! and what does he bring ?
A paper, or letter? No, something much better,-
"The Nursery," that's just the thing! L.
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THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS.

Tiis picture is a view of the Rocky Mountains, which
M I-.-i sees from her home. The foot-hills, or low hills, of
the mountains are thirty miles away ; and beyond them,
about sixty miles, is the snowy range. The highest point is
Long's Peak: the lower ones are the foot-hills. These high
mountains are always white with snow, even in the hottest
days of summer. Some of the snow melts, and flows down
in rills and brooks, which form rivers. One of these rivers
runs through the town where Maggie lives.
In some years there is no rain the whole summer long:
so the farmers have dug large ditches from the river, and
then smaller ones from these, to water their land. Thus
Maggie's garden is watered. In the picture you see the
fence along which one of the large ditches runs.
The house in the left of the picture is made of bricks
dried in the sun.
GREELEY, COLORADO. MRS. OLIVER HOWARD.















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HORATIO'S VACATION.

As soon as school was out, we came over to Mt. Pleasant.
It is not a mountain at all, only a very low hill; but it is
pleasant. I like it better than the city. Here we have a
cool breeze, and 1 can see the steamers.
They sail down the harbor from Charleston, past Fort
Sumter and the Light-Ship, and then they go North. Some-
times I wish I were on board going to my grandma's. I
went last year; and she wanted me to stay with her all the
time, and be her Yankee boy.
Just before we left there, snow came. I put a snowball in
my pocket to carry home to Charleston; but, when I felt for
it, I found only a wet pocket. Alfred laughed at me; but
how could I know that snow would melt ?






HORATIO'S VACATION.

Here Sister Jenny and I play on the beach. We wade
in the warm salt water, and dig wells in the sand. We try
to catch fiddlers; but they al-
most always run too fast for us.
Some of the boys make a team
by tying one end of a thread
to a live-oak leaf, and the other
to a fiddler's claw. I wonder
how the fiddlers like it.
Last week I went to ride, and
saw cotton-fields. In some of _
them were built log-houses with
mud-chimneys on the outside.
The cotton has handsome, large
yellow blossoms, which turn red when they wither. I think
-I. .--- I will send a ripe cotton-ball to Alfred,
and tell him that he can keep that snow-
ball all winter, and have it spun into
i thread in the spring.
To-day I am six years old. Under
my plate at breakfast, I found a present.
It was "The Nursery" for 1872. I had
a bound volume of the same for my present last year.
When we get back to the city, I shall recite
to mamma every day. I am in "The Second
Reader;" but most of my lessons are not in _
books. I study about plants, and draw maps
of the rooms in our house, and count the
clothes-pins when I am building a railroad 'i
with them. I write on my slate. Mamma
has to write my letters to grandma; but I tell her what to
say in them. When I get older, I mean to draw pictures
and write stories for The Nursery." HoRATIo.













i" i WHEN SA1MTACLAUS COMES --
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A GOOD time is coming: I wish it were here !-
The very best time in the whole of the year:
I'm counting each clay, on my fingers and thumbs,
The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.

Good-by for a while, then, to lessons and school ;
We can laugh, talk, and sing, without "breaking the rule;"
No troublesome spelling, nor writing, nor sums:
There's nothing but play-time when Santa Claus comes.

I suppose I shall have a new dolly, of course, -
My last one was killed by a fall from her horse;
And for Harry and Jack there'll be trumpets and drums,
To deafen us all with, when Santa Claus comes.

I'll hang up my stocking to hold what he brings;
I hope he will fill it with lots of nice things:
He must know how dearly I love sugar-plums;
I'd like a big box full when Santa Claus comes.

Then when the first snow-flakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp, and the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs ;
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.
ELIZABETH SILL.



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or I shall throw this pillow at you."
That is what Sister Charlotte said to Oliver Reed, one
frosty morning in November. He was a good little fellow;
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"but e had one fault,-tle e was too ond of ly ying in bed in
the morning.
Don't throw the pillow at me !" cried Oliver: "I'll
promise to get up in five minutes."






WHAT AILED OLIVER

"If you would be 'healthy, wealthy, and wise,' you must
rise early, little boy," said Charlotte.
When Oliver came down to the breakfast-table, his father
said, How is this, Oliver ? You are late again."
Oliver hung his head; and Charlotte said, "I woke him in
good season, sir; but he went off to sleep again the minute I
left the room, though he promised to be up in five minutes."
"I went to sleep, and forgot all about it," said Oliver.
Come here, my boy, and let me feel of your pulse," said
his father. I should not wonder if poor Oliver were suffer-
ing from a disease which is very common at this time."
Oliver gave his hand to his father, who, after feeling of
his pulse, said, Yes, it is as I thought. Poor Oliver has
Slack's disease. Take him up to bed again, Charlotte. Dark-
en the room, and let him go to sleep again. Put his break-
fast by the side of the bed; and, when he feels strong enough,
he can eat it. He may stay at home from school to-day."
The little boy wondered what Slack's disease could be;
but he went up stairs with his sister, and was put to bed.
He could not sleep, however. He heard children playing
out of doors: he heard Ponto barking, and Tommy, the
canary-bird, singing a sweet song.
Then Oliver called his sister, and said, Charlotte, what
is Slack's disease ? Is it dangerous ?"
"I rather think not," said Charlotte. "You dear little
simpleton, don't you know what father meant ? He meant
you were troubled with laziness: that's all."
Oliver saw that a trick had been played on him. He
jumped out of bed, dressed, and ate his breakfast, and ran
off to school, where he arrived just in season.
Since that day Oliver has been the first up in the house.
He is no longer troubled with Slack's disease.
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THE BLACKBOARD.

IN the children's play-room at Mr. Brown's, there is ab!r.
board on the wall; for the children often ask tbeir father
what a thing means: and then lie takes a piece of cha,l1k,
and tries to make the thing clear to them.
When Johnny asked him the other day what tha printed






HARRY'S DOG.

notes of music meant, Mr. Brown took his piece of chalk,
and showed him how a certain sound in music has a certain
written or printed sign by which it may be known.
A blackboard is a very good tlin_., not only in a school-
room but in a play-room; for though the song which says,
" Work while you work, and play while you play," gives
good ad-vice, yet I do not ob-ject to learning all I can from
play. EMILY CARrTER.



HARRY'S DOG.

HARRY has a little dog,-
Such a cunning fellow!
With a very shaggy coat,
Streaked with white and yellow.

Harry's dog has shining eyes,
And a nose so funny!
Harry wouldn't sell his dog
For a mint of money.

Harry's dog will never bark,
Never bite a stranger:
So he'd be of no account
Where there's any danger.

Harry has a little dog, -
Such a cunning fellow !
But his dog is made of wood,
Painted white and yellow. JOSEPrINE POLLARD.




























well, she would take him to the gymnasium.
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He did learn his lesson vell, and she kept her promise.
In the gymnasium, she let him monnt the ladder; and then
she let him climb a short way up a pole.
Boys should take great care not to hurt or strain them-
selves at the gymnasium or in their sports. I have known
boys to be so eager in playing at foot-ball or cricket as to
hurt themselves badly.
Robert took great care, and was not hurt. His mother







PLAYING AT HORSES.

was with him to see that he did not run a risk by trying to
do too much.
It is well to add to the strength of one's limbs by use, and
to gain skill and ease in climbing and jumping; but it is
not well to run risks, or to overtask one's strength.
IOUERT'S MOTHER.

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PLAYING AT HORSES.

ToM and Harry were playing at horses. Tom was the
horse, and was very frisky. Just as they were turning the
corner of the garden, frisky Tom knocked over a flower-pot
with a very pretty plant in it.
His mother came to the window just as Harry was call-
ing to Tom to stop, that he might pick up the pieces.
The plant was broken. The boys were very sorry, and
so was their mother; but sorrow could not mend the plant.
When children are allowed to play in gardens, they should
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JOHNNY'S DRUM.

SOMEBODY gave Johnny a drum one Christmas. After that
there was no more peace to be found in the house. It was
rub-a-dub-dub before you were up in the morning, and the
last thing at night, -rub-a-dub-dub in the parlor, in the


k kitchen, in the nursery. The baby could not get a wink of




sleep; and visitors could hardly hear theUM.selves talk.
SOMEBODY gave Johnny a drum one Christmas. After that
there was no more peace to be found in the house. It was
rub-a-dub-dub before you were up in the morning, and the
last thing at night,--rub-a-dub-dub in the parlor, in the
kitchen, in the nursery. The baby could not get a wink of
sleep; and visitors could hardly hear themselves talk.






JOHNNY'S DR UM.

But by and by Johnny's small bump of curiosity became
excited. What's inside of the drum ?" he asked one day.
"An awful noise !" said Ellen the maid.
What does a noise look like ?"
"Bless me! I never saw one; and, if it looks as bad as it
sounds, I don't want to either."
"I want to see it," said Johnny; and I mean to."
Then he took his drum into a closet, and closed the door
after him till the light could only creep through a crack.
"I'm just going to see where the noise comes from,'cause
it wakes up the baby," said he.
So he went to work. Presently somebody called, Johnny,
Johnny!" It was his mother, who had begun to wonder
what he was about; for, when Johnny was quiet so long, it
was a sure sign of mischief.
"I'm too busy to come," shouted Johnny. "I'm engaged."
"In the closet, Johnny !" cried his mother, coming upon
him suddenly, with a fear for her jars of preserves and sweet
pickles. What are you doing there, child ?"
"I'm only seeing what's inside of my drum," said Johnny.
"I've made a big hole through it; and there isn't any thing
in it at all!" And, sure enough, he had put his foot through
the drum-head, and rub-a-dub-dub was at an end.
Johnny was heart-broken when nothing further could be
coaxed out of the drum. The music's all done," said he,
trying to hide the tears.
"But you know now where it came from," said his mother.
"Never mind," said Uncle Jack: "you shall have another
drum the first of April."
Oh, don't!" cried the household.
"Oh, do !" shouted Johnny.
And when April Fool Day came, Uncle Jack brought him
home, a drum of figs M. P.






















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SEA-BIRD CATCHING.

THE Faroe Isles, a group of islands belonging to Denmark,
are situated in the Atlantic Ocean, about three hundred and
fifty miles south-east from Iceland. The people of these
islands support themselves chiefly by catching sea-birds,
which flock in great numbers upon the steep rocks of the
coast.







SIX-IN-HAND.

It is a very dangerous pursuit. Every year many of the
Faroese lose their lives in it.
The fowlers provide themselves with a long cable two
inches thick, on which is fastened a kind of seat. A beam
is placed at the edge of the rock to prevent the rope being
cut by the rough stone.
The bird-taker, seated on the end of the cable, is let down
by six men. He holds a small cord in his hand, by means
of which he can make certain signs agreed upon with his
comrades.
On reaching a ledge, the bird-taker ties the rope to any
convenient point, and then kills as many birds as he can,
catching them in his net, or seizing them with his hands.
If he sees a hollow or a niche beyond his reach, where
many birds are perched, he sits down again on his little
plank, and, by jerking the rope, swings himself to the spot
he wishes to explore.
The birds when killed are thrown to the men below, who
are ready for them in a boat under the cliff UNCLE CIHARLE
















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HARRY had been told not to go on the pond. The ice was
not thick, though the water beneath was not deep; for it
was on a meadow.
Harry said to himself, "I am quite sure it will bear my

left the brink, and stood on the pond.
Then he walked some way round the edge: the ice felt






HO W HARRY TRIED THE ICE.

quite firm. He did this three times, till he was used to it;
and then he all at once forgot that his mother had told him
not to go on the pond, and walked into the middle of it.
How pleasant it was, as he ran on and slid to the end
with his arms in the air "This is fun," thought Harry to
himself. "Mother was not right in saying the ice is not
strong."
He now left off keeping near the edge, which at first he
had made up his mind to do, and ran backwards and forwards
all over the pond.
Once he heard a cracking noise as he ran; but, when he
came to the end of his slide, he looked back, but could see
nothing: so he went on with-out even caring if the ice
cracked or not.
Where the sun shone on the pond, the ice looked much
more bright than anywhere else; and Harry kept running
to the bright spot. It gave a cracking sound every time
he passed over it.
He now thought he would go over it just once more; but
the ice gave way under his feet, and he stopped, not know-
ing which side to go. Had he gone on, he might have been
safe; but he felt frightened, and rest'ed his whole weight
on the breaking ice.
The water oozed and bub'bled up round his ankles: the
ice on which he stood moved about. Harry tried in vain to
leave the spot. Each time he moved, the ice broke more,
until both his feet went down into the water, then his.
ankles, then his knees.
Harry began to cry. The pond was quite shallow: had
it been deeper, he might have been drowned. Harry called
loudly for help. He shiv'ered with the cold. He tried to
wade, but the edges of the ice cut his feet at every step.
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HARRY'S THOUGHTS.

Harry cry, and came and took him out of the pond, and led
him home.
Harry's mother put him at once into bed, and gave him
some-thing warm to drink; for she feared he might take a
bad cold. But the next day he was quite well. I hope he
will mind his mother the next time she tells him not to do
a thing Dop, BunsrIDE.
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HARRY'S THOUGHTS.

SAID Harry, "When I'm old enough, I'll sail upon the sea,
Amid blue waves and coral-caves: how charming that will be!
I'll catch the flying-fishes rare, and see the dolphins play;
I'll bring home shawls from India too, and make my sisters gay
With gold and pearls and pretty things that in the East are
made;
And I'll bring bright-winged parrots home for Jane and Ade-
laide.
" Oh, yes! said Harry, that is what I'll do when I'm a man."
But then, you see, he didn't know what a very long way he'd
have to go. AMY BROWX.












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SUSAN TO JOHNNY.
LET me sponge you nicely, little brother,
For I'm playing I'm your little mother:
I must wash and rub you; I must dress you.
Now be quiet: I'll not harm you, bless you!

There, now! Johnny's face is fresh and rosy;
He is clean and bright as any posy:
Now I'll brush your hair it will not hurt you.
Mother says that neatness is a virtue.
EMILY CARTER.










UNCLE JOHN'S DOG SKYE.

WMiE: first I knew Skye, he
was a young dog, and full of
^ .ta ~fun. lHe would run and julup
anl.- fiisk, and look like a ball
.,.:, ..... of wool at play; and no walk
.i':" was too long for Skye then.
.Skye was a good dog, and
would do just as he was bid.
Sometimes Uncle John would say to him, "Sit down, Skye,
and I will give you a bit of cake."
Down Skye would sit. Beg, Skye." Up Skye would sit
on his hind-legs. Then Uncle John would put a bit of cake
on this little dog's nose.
And Uncle John would say to him, Now, Skye, you must
not eat that cake till I count six. Now: one, two "-
Skye would sit as grave as you please, his fore-paws in
the air, and the cake on his nose. Then Uncle John would
say, Three, four, five -
Skye would look hard at Uncle John, as much as to say,
"One more, and the cake is mine." But he would not bark
nor move; no, not if Uncle John made him wait a long,
long time.
But when Uncle John said Six," the dog would throw the
cake up in the air, and catch it in his mouth, and eat it up;
oh, so fast, so fast! It was rare fun to see Skye catch his
cake.
Now, years went by, and Skye grew old, and he could not
run and jump and frisk, and catch cake, as in times past; but
he was a good dog and a great pet, for all that.
When Uncle John went for a walk, Skye went with h:n;






UNCLE JOHN'S DOG SKta.

till one day Uncle John took a walk which was too long for
Skye, and, when Skye got home, he was quite tired out.
Some time went by; and then Uncle John and his girls
went for the same long walk which had tired Skye so much.
"Stay at home, Skye," said Uncle John ; but Skye did not
want to stay at home, and, of course, he did not know that
they were going to take so long a walk. So Skye set off to
go with them.
By and by they turned into a lane. Ho, ho! thought
Skye, that is where you are going; is it ? You may go by
yourself then. I shall not go with you."
But Skye did not want to show that the walk was too
long for him. He thought to himself, I can plan a trick
by which they will not know I do not want to take so long
a walk." He was a proud d,(1_. you see.
So Skye ran to a part of the lane by himself; and then he
stood still, and looked in the hedge; and then lie gave the
earth a scratch; and then lie put down his head to smell.
He acted as if he would like to say to the folks, "I have
got a rat here: I must catch this rat. You can go on for
your walk, and I must stay and catch the rat."
And, all the time, there was no more a rat in that hole
than there is a rat in the room here. It was just a sly trick
to hide the truth that Skye had found out that the walk
would be too far for him.
For, so soon as he thought that his master had got out of
sight, Skye set off to walk home by himself. But his mas-
ter saw him for all that; and Skye was found out in his want
of truth.
Was he not a sly dog ? Yes; and he did his trick in such
a sly way, too, that you could not but laugh to see him hunt
Cor the rat. when he knew that there was no rat there at all.
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"BARK away, doggie! Mother is close
by, and we don't care for you much.
1'Do you see those two things with sharp
curved points on the top of her head ?
"Well, suppose you go up and ask her to let you look at
them a little closer; or suppose, instead of barking, you try
to bite one of us.
"What! you prefer barking, do you? Well, bark away.
I could dance all day to that music; that is, if my mother
were close by, as now, with those horns of hers all ready.
You are a funny dog. You don't like to see goats dance
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THE POOR WOMAN'S COMFORT.

stand on my hind-legs, I frisk and turn round, I do my best
to make you gay, and still you bark.
"Now, take my advice, and, if you don't want to be tossed
higher than that ladder you see yonder, run away as fast as
your short legs can carry you. I see by her eye that my
mother means mischief. So, if you don't want to be brought
to grief, just put a little more space between me and you."







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One dear little child but one;
And but for that one, poor lonely Ann
Would be in the world alone.

Poor Ann has no lands or houses,
Poor Ann has no store of wealth
But she has one little baby,
And with it contentment and health.
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LILY'S SLEIGH-RIDE.

'' .-- HERE I am, good folks!
How do you all do this
'-" "" bright winter morning ? I
am pretty well, I thank
you. My u.nue iR Lily;
and I have a story t, tell
Syou about a sleigh-ride.
-ou must know that
: yesterday afternoon Uncle
John came in his sleigh to
give us all a ride. He
put me into the sleigh, and
turned to put in my moth-
er and the baby.
But before he could do
--- this the old horse started
and ran. Perhaps you
think I cried; but I did not do any such thing. I took the
reins as I had seen Uncle John do; and I pulled them tight,
S oh, so tight! i- and said, "Whoa !"
The old horse did not mind me. On he went, faster and
faster. There were big snow-drifts by the way; and I thought
he would spill me out of the sleigh, it tipped so to one side.
I passed some folks on the road, who seemed to think it
odd to see a little girl like me driving a gay horse in a,
sleigh.
Soon I heard another sleigh behind me, coming very fast.
But my horse did not like to have another horse go faster
than he: so he began to gallop, and he galloped so that the
folks in the sleigh behind me could not catch up with me
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LILY'S SLEIGH-RIDE.

At last they came up by my side; and whom should I see
but Uncle John ? Hold on, Lily! That's a brave little
girl!" said Uncle John. But how to stop my horse he did
not know.
At last we came to a big snow-drift on the right side of
the road; and then Uncle John cried out to me, "Pull on
the right rein, Lily, on the right rein."
So I pulled on the right rein ; and what do you suppose
the old horse did ? He turned and ran right into a snow-
drift, and spilled me out into the snow.
Uncle John jumped out of his sleigh, and picked me up;
and another man who was with him stopped the horse.
Then we all went back; and mother and I, and the baby,
and my brother Charles, all got into the sleigh, and had a
good long ride. On our way home we saw a great snow-
man. He had a stick in his hand, and a pipe in his mouth;
and the boys were pelting him with snow-balls.
E.MILY CARTER.








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HECTOR THE BOASTER.
FROM THE FRENCH.
WITH EIGHT DESIGNS BY FROLICII.
HECTOR is a boaster. See
him telling of his great deeds. L -.
Does he not look like a boast-
er, with his head raised, one
foot advanced, and his hand i, -\
stretched out ?
"This morning," says flec-
tor, I rose before everybody ;
else, and went forth. I had
made up my mind to climb,:'
straight up to the top of the L
mountain to satisfy myself as
to what was going on there.
"Well, after an hour's hard cllI'ia-io. I got near the top;
when all at once, just as I was mounting the last rock be-
tween me and the top, I saw --
what do you think I saw?
"I saw before me an army
of terrible monsters, who .,;
barred my way. Every one -' '- ..'
of them had horns more than -.-.
ten feet high, and sharp as a i-- --"-
lance at the point. "'
"Any one else would have
run away; but I marched .
straight up to the danger, and
attacking the chief of the
band, who surpassed all the _
rest in height, with one hand I pulled out one of his huge
horns, and with the other hand I twitched off the beard of






HECTOR THE BOASTER.

which he was so proud. At the same time, with a single
kick well aimed, I sent off to a distance of some twenty
paces one of the monsters who
had run to the aid of his chief.
S "As soon as the whole troop
"PO' I'/ '. saw their general conquered,
and five or six of his bravest
"" '.--'- soldiers flying from the field,
they ran off as fast as their
,: legs could carry them. In
the twinkling of an eye, the
.' field of battle was cleared; and
-- I trod it, holding in my hands
S' the horn and the beard of the
--' chief as proofs of my victory."
Such was the story of the boasting Hector. But there is
a beautiful little fairy, named Truth, whom children are too
apt to forget, but who is ever hovering near them, and is
sad when they offend her.
S This little fairy had heard
the braggart's story. With
"one wave of her swift wings,
;she flew to the field where
I.I the animals whom Hector had
called monsters were peace-
1 \,, fully grazing. Going to the
','1. chief of the famous troop, the
', fairy made him eat of a cer-
S t tain herb, which, we will make
believe, gives to beasts the fac-
... ulty of comprehending and of
speaking. Then, having told him of Master Hector's boast-
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HECTOR THE BOASTER.

you can, correct the foolish little fellow, so that he may be
cured of his habit of boasting of things that he never did
do and never can do."
Surrounded by his friends, :
who were stunned by the re- ..
cital of his great deeds, Master ...
Hector was enjoying his tri- '*"
umph; when the sight of Mr.
Goat, appearing all at once in
the midst of them, stopped
him short in his boasting. I
But his astonishment be- 'i ..y
came terror, when, beginning '
to speak, and looking the --
boaster straight in the eye, .
the goat, with a terrible voice, said, "Master Hector is a
rogue! Master Hector does not tell the truth!
Here is the truth. I was on the hill there with my kids,
when this bad boy came up
to me with a smile on his lips.
I am fond of children; and I L'
let him come near me : I even
permitted him to pass his fin- ."" "% I
gers through my beard. But, '' ':
made bold by my kindness, 'A i ."_-
what do you think he did ?
"IHe pulled me roughly by
the beard. It was not a friend- '" W' .-
ly caress: it was a rude insult. '*-
Justly made angry by his con- .'
duct, I rose on my hind-feet .''--- J
to give him the correction he deserved; but the coward ran
off, and spared me the pain of chastising him.






HECTOR THE BOASTER.

"Master Hector has told you that he pulled off one of my
horns. I have a very simple way of proving to you and to
him that he did nothing of the
'i .- .' sort, and that my two horns
are in good condition. The
S,'way by which I mean to prove
This is by giving him the pun-
Sishment he deserves."
'' At the word punishment,"
S- Master Hector turned quickly
to put space between him and
., ,, ., his foe; but the general in
...- i chief of the army of goats was
not one of those who are taken
--- -- ---- --- by surprise twice by the same
enemy. Quick as thought, he went at poor Hector; and in
an instant the vanquisher of all the monsters lay at full
length on the ground, his face against the earth. His friends
looked on, and saw his inglori-
S ols defeat, -saw that he was
S.. a vain and timid boaster.
But the good goat did not
.- -" wish to do any serious harm to
Shis foe. His honor once satis-
S'' i .. 'fled, he felt like the generous
"" soldier who relieves a wound-
ed enemy. "Mount on my
back," said he to the van-
L quished boaster; "mount, and
will carry you to your fa-
-- other's house. A good night's
sleep will restore you; but do not let the service I would do
cause you to forget the lesson you have obliged me to give."













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A STORY OF A PET LAMB.

THERE once lived in Vermont a little girl of the name
of Dora; and a neighbor made her a present of a pet lamb.
Dora named it Snowdrift. The old ewe, its mother, came
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to take leave of it; and Dora held the little one up in her
arms, and let the old one lick its fine soft wool.
All the folks treated Snowdrift well. Even the old cat,
though somewhat jealous at first, would let it lie down on
the hearth by her side.
Dora's little brother Tony was very fond of Snowdrift,
and bought a strip of blue ribbon to tie round its neck. The
little lamb had a fine time of it. Never was lamb so petted
before.
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OUR D G WI-NNER.

Winter went by; spring, summer, and autumn followed
fast; and at last it was winter again, and Snowdrift was no
longer a lamb, but a large sheep.
But Dora took care of it still; and the next summer Snow-
drift was the mother of a little lamb: and Dora sheared
from Snowdrift's back a bag full of wool.
At length, when Dora grew to be a woman, she was the
owner of more than fifty sheep; and her little Snowdrift had
been the first of the flock.
She now sells the wool from the backs of her sheep, and
gets a good living by it; but she does not forget the day
when she held up little Snowdrift for its mother to take
leave of: nor does Tony, though he is now a young man,
forget that day. CAROLINE D. BARTON.
CINCINNATI, 0. --- ---


OUR DOG WINNER.

I AM going to tell you only what is true about our dog
Winner. He loves to play with children, and he lets them
do pretty much all they want to with him.
He will let them dress him up, or put a hat on his head;
and then he will give his fore-paw to be shaken; and he
will bark as if he would like to say, How do you do ?"
If we give Winner a basket with a letter for the market-
man or the grocer, he will go and get what we want to
buy.
But how does he know when we want him to go to the
grocer's, and when to the market-man's? I will tell you: if
we give him the round basket, he will go to the grocer's;
but, if we give him the square basket. he will go to the
market-man's.
Winner keeps guard in the stable, and sees that the horses






OUR DOG WINNER.

do not do any mischief. Once a man caught a rat, and held
it to Winner's mouth, and tried to make him eat it. The
rat bit the dog on the lip; but Winner would not touch it.
He growled at the man, however, and made him quit the
stable; and never again would he let him enter it.
Once Winner saw a frightened horse running off with a
wagon. In the wagon was a little girl. Winner sprang at
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Winner is kind to the hens and the rooster; but, if a
strange rooster comes into our barn-yard to fight, this wise
dog wili drive him off, and bark, as much as to say, No
fighting here !"
But Winner loves to frolic and play, though he is so wise
and watchful. He knows how to take care of the baby.
One day, baby crept to the end of the piazza, and would
have fallen off, if Winner had not seized her by the dress,
and pulled her back to a place where she was safe. We are
all very fond of Winner.
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THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.
ILLUSTRA TED BY FROMENT.

JULIA'S doll is a sweet little creature. Her name is Juliet
You may see by the picture what a charming face she has.
It is no wonder that Julia loves her dearly.




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Julia takes great pains with Juliet's education. She
means to bring her up with great care. She thinks it very
important that children should be taught while they are
young to know the difference between an umbrella and a
cane.
She means that Juliet shall not be deficient in this branch
of useful knowledge. There is no time like the present.
She will begin with her at once.







THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.

Julia points out a large cane and a huge umbrella, both
of which she says belong to her grandfather. She explains
in few words the purpose of a cane, and the proper mode of
using it.
"Now, my child," says Julia, seating Juliet on the um-
brella-stand, "sit still and look at me while I teach you how
to use an umbrella. In the first place, you must open it in
this way."






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Julia takes the largest umbrella, and tries to open it; but
her arms are so short, that she cannot manage it very well.
She gets it part way open, and there it sticks. Something
seems to be in the way. The silk catches in the'whalebone.
The spring will not catch at all. But Julia does not give
up. She tries again and again.







THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.

The umbrella is wide open at last. Julia takes Juliet in
her arms.
"Now, my child," she says, "we will make believe that
we are taking a walk in a pouring rain."
Julia walks across the room, holding the umbrella over her
head. She picks her way carefully over the spots in the
floor, trying to make believe that they are puddles.














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"But what a pity it is that there is no real rain in the
house! Juliet would learn the use of an umbrella so much
better if we could have real rain.
"It is raining out of doors. How nice it would be to
take Juliet out! Under this great umbrella, there would not
be the least fear of getting wet."
This is what Julia thinks.
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Her thoughts run on thus:-
"Yes, it rains quite hard in the street. Nurse has left the
front-door open. Now, if my mamma had not forbidden me
to go out alone, what a chance this would be I must
take Juliet out a little way. I shall only go a few steps. I
will leave the door open, so that I can come in without being
heard. It will be fine fun."

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under the umbrella, through the real rain; and when she
makes up her mind to do a thing, she is apt to carry it out.
She puts on her hood, and, with Juliet in her arms, gets
ready to start. In order to pass through the door, she has
to half shut the umbrella. She finds this not an easy thing
to do while she has a child in her arms.






THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.

When Julia is out in the street, she has to open the um-
brella again. It rains now in real earnest.
To open the wet umbrella without letting sweet little Ju-
liet fall on to the pavement is no easy task. The poor help-
less infant is in no little danger. You can see by her pale
face and her outstretched arms that she is in great fear.
She is getting wet, too, while her mother is trying to open
the umbrella.






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But Julia gets it open. She has now a chance to give
her first lesson to Juliet in the use of an umbrella. The
use of an umbrella is to keep off the rain. With a good
umbrella over your head, you may walk in the rain without
getting wet. This is what Julia wishes to prove. She
marches off boldly enough at first.






THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.

But somehow Julia finds that she is getting wet all the
time. The rain comes down in torrents.
It does not come in straight lines. The wind slants it, and
turns it right under the umbrella. Then it spatters up fear-
fully from the pavement. It comes both ways, -up and
down. It pours over the umbrella. It seems to beat right
through the silk. It grows worse and worse every minute.





















Julia, like a good mother, does all that she can to protect
her child. She folds her in her arms. But she feels that
they are both getting wet through in spite of all that she
can do.
She crouches down under the umbrella, and thinks only
of getting back into the house as fast as her legs will carry
her. She likes the make-believe rain of the house much
better than the real rain.






THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.

She cannot get along very fast in such a furious storm.
She can hardly see which is the right way to go. The wind
blows in fierce gusts, and sweeps every thing before it.
Dear me! it shuts the front-door with a bang. How is
poor Julia to get into the house ? She cries out for help, but
nobody hears. There are few people in the streets. Almost
everybody, except Julia, seems to have kept snug at home.

























The wind drives the umbrella before it; and Julia, all
drenched and battered by the rain, is dragged along
with it.
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Juliet, flat on her face on the pavement, is blown along at
the same time.






THE USE OF AN UMBRELLA.

The umbrella pulls the hardest. Julia can hold it no
longer. She lets go her hold, tries to face the storm, and is
thrown headlong to the ground.
There she lies in a wretched plight, at the mercy of the
wind and the rain. She screams so loud that a policeman
hears her, and comes to pick her up.



















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I wonder what her mamma will say when the police-
man takes her home with her broken umbrella and her poor
half-drowned doll. I wonder what she will say to a little
girl who has been so disobedient.
And I wonder what Julia will have to say for herself. It
is to be hoped that the lesson she has had will make her
repent of her fault, and that, in future, she will heed her
mother's commands.









AN INVITATION.

BOLD winter, take wing and away!
, Sweet spring-time, no longer delay!
S Let the crocus prepare the year's surprise,
" "I And the wind-flower open its wondering eyes;
S Let the grasses hear in the voice of the rain
S That it's time to be growing green again.

Let the violets, stirring in their sleep,
SFeel the sunbeams about them creep;
While the bashful May-flower fain would hide
Till the wind spreads her secret far and wide.

Hasten to meet us over the hills,
With trill of birds, and bubble of rills,
With breezes astir in the forest-trees,
And the drowsy hum of the honey-bees!
Gather your choir of thrush and jay,
And turn life into a roundelay!
iMRY N. IPRESCOTT



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HEEDLESS HARRY.

HARRY was the name of a little boy who did not mind his
mother. One day he asked her if he might get on the back
of a donkey. His mother said, No ;" for she knew that
donkeys are often quite stub'born, and hard to manage.
But when Harry went out where the donkey stood, sad-
dled and bridled, he thought to himself, What does my
mothere know about donkeys ? I doubt if she ever rode a
donkey in her life."
Two boys were standing near by, and they urged Harry






HEEDLESS HARRY

to mount and ride. He did not need urging. One of the
boys, Sam Ray, helped him into the saddle, and then twitched
the reins so that they broke; and Sam had a bad fall.
Then Tom Scamper, a boy who loved mischief much bet-
ter than work, came up, and tried to push the donkey.
But the donkey saw, or thought he saw, something to eat
on the ground, and did not like to be pushed by Tom. So
he lifted one of his hind-legs, and gave Tom a kick that sent
him back till he tripped and fell.
Harry held on to the broken rein, and tried, by whipping,
to make the donkey go. But this did not please the don-
key. First he ran, then he stopped all at once, and threw
up his hind-legs; thus trying to throw off his rider.
Harry held on like a good fellow, though he had but one
rein in his hand; but the donkey was a very cunning brute.
Seeing a mud-puddle near by, he ran into it, and then lay
down in it to roll.
Poor Harry now had to let go, and get out of the way in
the best way he could. His nice new clothes were all wet
and soiled: His cap and feather, and his clean boots, were
spotted with mud, as were his face and shirt.
He made his way home, sad and crying. His mother met
him at the gate, and said, Heedless Harry, what a plight
you are in This comes, sir, of not minding your mother."
Harry made up his mind that mothers do know something;
and that it is best to mind them, especially when they give
advice about donkeys. IDA FAY.

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THE HENS AND THE SPARROWS IN WINTER.

IT was a cold winter day. There was snow on the ground.
In the f. iniy:.ii, the hens tried to find something to eat.
The little sparrows, made bold by hunger, flew down among
the hens, and the hens did not drive them off.
But, if larger birds came, the hens would fly at them. I
went out and threw crumbs for these larger birds, and then
drove away the hens.
For a whole week in the month of March, it was very
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THE BUMPED HEAD

would go and breathe on people's window-panes, covering
them with his ferny frost-work; lie would hang icicles round
the eaves of the houses; and make the roads so hard, that
they would sound hollow, and rattle as the wheels passed
over.
Some of the branches of the trees became so loaded with
the white clinging snow, that they would snap off, and fall
to the ground.
At last, as spring drew nigh, Jack Frost took himself off;
and then down came a soft, warm rain, that washed away
the snow, and melt'ed the ice, and softened the ground, so
that the worms came crawling out, and the birds found
plenty to feed on. UNCLE SAI.



THE BUMPED HEAD.

JANE and Ellen, and their
little brother Tom, were hav-
.., ', ing a game of tag. Tom was
.i' '. i'l running as fast as his little
Slegs would carry him ; but
S".. "Jane was close upon him.
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What could he do ? Why,
S. he could dodge, of course.
"--_ Well, that is just what he
tried to do. But you see, in
S --,trying to make a quick dodge
Through the wood-house, he
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THE BUMPED HEAD.

It did not hurt the door a bit. The door stood stock still,
just as firm as ever; but Tom fell back, and put his hands to
his head. He felt as though night had come on, and the
stars had come out all at once.
Jane and Ellen were by Tom's side, and had their arms
round him, in a moment. Then Ellen ran and brought a
basin of warm water and a sponge. Then she bathed Tom's
forehead so nicely, that it was not long before he began to
feel as well as ever.
He did not have a very bad bump after all, but there was
quite a bruise; and Jane, who is a motherly little thing,
thought that something more ought to be done about it: so
she got her mother's scissors, and cut out a large piece of
court-plaster.
Ellen stood by like a consulting surgeon while Tom was
ornamented with a black patch just above his right eye. It
worked a cure very soon, for Tom was playing tag again
the next day; but I think he took good care not to try the
hardness of his head against a door another time.
Tom, though a small boy, does not mind a bump now and
then; but I know a boy twice Tom's age, who will cry and
boo-hoo over the most trifling hurt. He has screwed his
knuckles into his eyes until it is a wonder that he has any
eyes left. If this boy would like to know how a cry-baby
,looks, he can see one in the picture below. UNCLE SAM.


















THE YELLOW CLOUD.

"LOOK up! There's just one cloud in sight,-
A yellow cloud as sunshine bright,
That, like a little golden boat,
Across the clear blue seems to float.
Oh! how I wish that cloud were ours,
The color of the cowslip-flowers,
And, sitting on it, you and I
Were gayly sailing round the sky!
Oh! wouldn't it be pleasant ?
Oh! shouldn't we be proud
If we could only own it, -
That little yellow cloud ?

"As free as birds we then could go
Whatever way the wind might blow, -
Above the rivers gleaming bright,
Above the hills with snowdrifts white,
Upon the tree-tops looking down,
Upon the steeples of the town.
We should hear far below us
The great bells ringing loud.
Oh don't you wish we owned it, -
That little yellow cloud ?"






GENERAL PUG.

"Why wish for what will never be ?
That little cloud is not for me;
But if it were, and you and I
Were on it sailing round the sky,
Who knows? we might be wishing then,
Oh, if we could get down again!'
'Tis better to be humble,
By far, than to be proud;
And on the ground we're safer
Than sailing on a cloud." MARIAN DOUGLAS.



GENERAL PUG.
GENERAL PUG has a hat with a plume in it, and wears a red
coat with gold epaulets. When he stops before a house,
the children all come out to see him.
Jane rushes out with baby in her arms; Tom stops his
hoop, and runs up to take a look; Johnny forgets his little
cart, though he still holds it by a string; Edwin, Charles, and
Robert all shout, and join the crowd; and even mother
comes out on the door-step to see what is going on.
General Pug is a great character, or he would not be so
much noticed as he is. The music plays when he stops in
the street. A man with a hand-organ follows him about.
Soon the general takes off his hat, and holds it out for cop-
pers; but he gives all the money he gets to the man who
plays the organ.
The general, you see, is not stingy. If he asks for money,
it is not for himself. He does not hoard it up. He is no
miser. No prince could give away his money more freely.
General Pug has never been in battle. He does not like
to fight. But he can jump well, and can climb up a tree






GENERAL PUG.

better than any general I ever saw, especially when he sees
you are coming after him with a stick.
The man with the organ is kind to the general; and well
he may be, for does not the general give him all the cents
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The general does not like cold weather; and I always pity
him when I see him shivering in the street on a frosty day,
in his red coat.
I hope you will be kind to General Pug, should you ever
meet him. I do not esteem his military genius highly; and
yet, in a retreat, I think I should follow his lead with much
confidence. UNCLE CHARLES.








DAISY'S TRUE STORY.

I WAS born in Texas, and have never lived where I could
go to school and have playmates, like other little girls. So
my mother teaches me; and, when my lessons are over, I
amuse myself with my pets.
Would you like to hear about some of my pets ? My fa-
vorite is a beautiful little fawn named Hilda. She is so tame,
that she eats from my hand, comes at my call, and follows
me like a dog.
I have a hen, too, which I call "Pip." I found her one day
in an old tent in San Antonio, when she was a little mother-
less chicken that could scarcely walk. I brought her up by
hand ;" and she is now quite old, and has a large family.
I have a kid (which I feed fi-om a bottle), dogs, pigeons, a
pair of doves, a cat, a tame squirrel, a donkey (which has
travelled many journeys with me), and an Indian pony.
My papa is in the army, and I have no settled home. We
never stay long in one place; and every time we move I
have to part with something that I dearly love. It is a very
sad trial to me; but I would rather lose all my pets than have
my dear father go away without me.
We were living very pleasantly in San Antonio, when an
order came sending my papa to Fort Richardson. I well
knew that I could not bring all my pets with me; and the
best I could do was to choose my favorites. These were my
chicken Pip, my pigeons, my squirrel Nancy, and my dogs
Dixie and Marquise. My dear Rover, and a good many other
pets, I had to leave behind, much to my sorrow.
All my pets stood the journey very well; and.every even-
ing, while the tents were being pitched, I visited their differ-
ent cages, with Dixie and Marquise.
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DAISY'S TRUE STORY.

one of the officers gave me the pretty fawn Hilda, which 1
told you of before.
My sister Alice was very fond of the fawn. She would
throw her little arms around its neck, and say, Nice little
Hilda!" and somehow I think more of Hilda, because Alice
loved her, and has left us.
I have a little brother Sam, who is only five years old.
His favorite pet is the donkey. He takes a ride every day,
while Allan, the black boy, leads the donkey by the bridle.
Sam is very fond of Allan; and Allan is so good and kind,
that I know all the little boys and girls who read this would
be as fond of him as Sam is.
I send you a picture of Sam, Allan, and the donkey.
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PINKY.

I KNOW two little girls named Annie and Josie Reid.
They live in the country, on a farm. Pinky is their kitten.
Shall I tell you how she looks? She is so round and soft,
that when she is curled up in bed, asleep, you might think
it was nothing but a ball of downy fur.
She is as white as snow, all but her ears and tail, and
those are very black.
I do not suppose she ever sees her ears; but sometimes I
have seen her look down at her tail, in a surprised way, as
much as to say, -
"Does that queer little black thing belong to me ?"
Pinky knows a great deal for a kitten. She knows Josie
from Annie, and she seems to love Josie best.
She will climb upon the bed in the morning, and creep
softly up, and touch Josie's cheek with her paw, as if to see.
whether she is really asleep, or only making believe.
One day the little girls were at school, and Mrs. Reid was
gone away. Mr. Reid was in the yard, making some white-
wash in a pail. When it was done, he went away and left it
there.
Pretty soon Pinky jumped out of her basket, in which she
had been asleep, and went out into the yard to watch for
the little girls coming home from school.
It was very lonesome there. Pinky could not find any
thing to amuse herself with. She was afraid to chase the
chickens, because they had grown so big. She played with
a dead leaf a minute or two; but there was not much fun
in it.
By and by she saw the pail of whitewash.
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A RIDE IN A DOG-CART.

she climbed up on the edge of the pail to see what was in
in it; and, as soon as she saw it, she was very much pleased,
and began to purr.
Oh, what a lot of nice milk !" thought she. "It must
have been put here on purpose for my supper."
e So she tried to reach it; but she could not, because the
pail was only half full. But Pinky would not give it up.
She kept trying, till at last her paws slipped off the edge of
the pail, and down she went into the whitewash.
The girls were just coning into the yard, and they ran
and took her out. Such a sight as Pinky was! They gave
her a good washing, and then wrapped her up in warm flan-
nels, and put her in her bed near the fire.
Josie thinks Pinky would have drowried if they had not
come home just as they did. ANNA L. JoHnson.








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DON'T CARE, AND I'LL TRY.

Two children were playing together. Their merry laugh-
ter seemed to make the sunshine brighter. They were
brother and sister. Childlike, the brother caught hold of
his sister's necklace of beads.
In her struggle to hold them, the string was broken; and
down fell the beads, cand were scattered far and wide. Her
eyes filled with tears; and, as she stooped to pick up the
beads, she asked him to help her, or they would be lost.
"I don't care," said he, jeering at her, as she tried to hide
her tears with her hand; and instantly on his shoulders set-
tled the evil spirit he had called up, and he felt cross and
bitter and disagreeable; and a frown came over his pretty
face; and his little mouth drew down at the corners; and
you would have hardly thought it was the same boy that
had been playing so sweetly a moment before.
Meanwhile his sister, still crying, was hunting for the
beads; but her tears blinded her so she could not find the
half of them.
Just then, a bright spirit, named I'll try, passed by, and
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LUCY AND NELLY IN THE COUNTRY.

his sister; but Don't care was still settled on his shoulders,
and prevented him from helping her.
The bright spirit, seeing signs of repentance in mm,
touched the dark spirit, and it fell from his shoulders; and,
to another appeal from his sister for help, he suddenly said,
"I'll try."
And, lo! with the bright spirit's assistance, the beads were
soon found; and the tear-drops rapidly dried in the sister's
eyes as she and her brother once more strung the beads.
Boys and girls, always try and avoid summoning this evil
spirit of Don't care. It would be much pleasanter to call to
your aid I'll try. She comes with such a sweet smile, that,
if you only think, you will always call upon her in your
difficulties, in place of dark, gloomy Don't care.
CousIN Tom.
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LUCY AND NELLY IN THE COUNTRY.

Lucy and Nelly are sisters. They live in a large town,
where the air seems always smoky and dusty; but this sum-
mer they are staying with their Uncle Charles on a farm,
among the mountains, where the air is pure and sweet, and
the birds sing, and even the little brooks seem to be singing
down the mountain-sides.
Lucy is eight, and Nelly is nearly six, years old. They
have five cousins for playmates, besides two little kittens,
Watch the good old dog, and three calves, or bossies," as
Nelly calls them.
There are some fine sheep and lambs on the farm; for
Uncle Charles is very proud of his sheep, and takes care
to get the best breeds. The picture shows one of his favor-
ite sheep, with two little lambs, which are great pets of
Lucy and Nelly.






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The two little girls have learned all about making hay by
watching their Uncle Charles and Cousin Daniel. They
can tell you just how it is done.
First," says Lucy, you must cut the grass with sharp
scythes; then spread it so that the sun and wind may dry it
well; then, when it is dry, rake it; and, lastly, load it on the.
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hay-cart, to be drawn to the barn, and stowed away for the'
cattle to eat next winter."
The two little girls have fine times playing on the making hay. Their
watching their Uncle Charles and Cousin Daniel. They-
can tell you just how it is done.
"First," says Lucy, "you must cut the grass with sharp,
scythes; then spread it so that the sun and wind mnay dry it
well; then, when it is dry, rake it; and, lastly, load it on the.
hay-cart, to be drawn to the barn, and stowed away for the,
cattle to eat next winter."
The children hsve fine times playing on the hay. Their
cheeks grow rosy, and they fill the air with their shouting
and laughing.
Then what fun to tread the hay on the cart, when it






MY BABY-BROTHER.

comes up fast, and covers the children nearly all over! How
they scream and laugh while scrambling out !
Lucy and Nelly never knew such pleasures before, and.
are happy all the day long. EVELYN.









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I WAS twenty years old when this prpeiotiq brother of
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I watched his little face grow beautiful, and his tiny finger
and toes grow larger.






MY BABY-BROTHER.

When he began to talk, the first sentence he made was,
"Inez's baby-brother." That was what he called himself;
and I wish you could have heard him lisp it oait.
He grew to be very roguish after h was t.')o years old,
and used to like to pull miy hair, and ran off wi\x miy spools
and thimble, when I left miy sewing for a moment. Then
he would get into rny lap, if I was busy re., 'iii. and hold
both little hands over tlh page.
But lie used to like best to teae grandfather when he
found him asleep in hii ('l:ir. Somn()etILis he would blow
his little trumpet in gr'anlihtther's car.
Then grandfather would laigih. an:d say, "Oh, you little
rogue!" but he never scollel limii, tlioighi I am sure he
would not have liked to bj waked up in such a way by any
one else.
Grandfather used to teach Mother Goose's Rhymes to
Charley ; and we had great sport one (lay when grandfather
had been teaching him Little Jack Horner."
Soon afterwards, Charley came running into the parlor
where I was sitting. 0 Inez! said he, I can say Little
Jack Horner.' "-" Can you, darling ?" said I; "then let me
hear you." The little hands went behind him in true
schoolboy fashion; and, standing up to his full height, he
began,-

"Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas-pie:
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
And said, What a good boy was ... ', r/ "

That was the way he pronounced grandfather. Such a
shout as went up! The little rogue! Because grandfather
taught it to him, he thought, of course, he was to say, What
a good boy was grandfather !" INEZ.








APTHORP AND THE KITTEN.

BACK of the house where Apthorp lived was a long and
narrow yard, just like the yard of any city house. Here
Apthorp used to play. In the next yard, there lived a little
kitten. She used to play too. When she heard Apthorp
at play in his yard, she would creep under the fence, and run
after him, thinking to have a frolic.
But Apthorp was afraid of the kitten at first; and, when
he saw her coming toward him, he would throw down his
hoe, and start for the house as fast as he could run. Not
till Mary came out, and drove the kitty back under the
fence, would Apthorp go back to his play.










By and by, Apthorp got over his fear of the little kitten.
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By and by, Apthorp got over his fear of the little kitten.
His papa told him she would do him no harm. "If you run
away from her, my little boy," said his papa, "'she thinks
you want to play with her, and runs too. If you turn
bravely round, and march right at her, she will turn round,
and scamper away as fast as she can go."






APTHORP AND THE KITTEN.

So Apthorp made up his mind that he would not be afraid
of the kitten any more. He would chase her, he said, in-
stead of letting her chase him. And the next time the
kitty crept under the fence, all ready for a frolic, Apthorp
seized his hoe more tightly than ever, turned square about,
and ran right at her. He was only in play; but kitty
thought he meant to hurt her.
Quick as a flash, kitty whisked about too, and disappeared
through the hole under the fence. When she was safe on
the other side, and as soon as she had got her breath, and
persuaded herself that Apthorp had not crept through the
hole after her, she said to herself, "What a terrible boy that
is! How he frightened me "


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After this, however, Apthorp and the kitten became very
good -friends. She lost all fear of him, and he was very
gentle with her; and many a nice play they had together.
How much better it was not to be afraid of the kitten, and
for the kitten not to be afraid of him!
CAMBRIDGE, MASS. EDWARD ABBOTT.









WHY ?

"RAIN, rain, why are you falling
Just when one wants to go out ?"
"Simply because the corn is calling:
Will you have me, or a drought ?"

"Brook, brook, why do you bubble,
When frosts will be here anon ?"
" Why, my dear child, should I borrow trouble ?
By and by, frosts will be gone."

" Snowflakes, snowflakes, why will you drift,
And whiten the fields of green ?"
" Because, dear child, but for my gift,
No green fields would be seen.

"All the grasses would die at the root,
Killed by the winter's cold;
Daisy nor violet thrust up a shoot
From their bed in the frozen mould."
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MY FATHER'S STORY.
FATHER had come in early fro his ay's work. We were
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all gathered round the fire, father, myself our cat Toby,
and mother with baby in her lap,-for it was a very cold
day.
Through the window we could look out on white fields,
on the roofs of cottages and barns all spread with snow,
and on a traveller or two bending before the sharp, frosty
wind.
"I have a story to tell you," said my father, as he held






MY FATHER'S STORY.

out his hands to the fire, while I knelt on the floor by his
side. Then he said,-
"As I was driving through the woods in my sleigh to-day,
I heard a dog barking, as if in trouble. I got out and went
to a footpath near by; and there, asleep under some bushes,
was a little girl.
Yes! a little girl asleep in the open air this cold day.
If I had not taken her in my arms, wrapped her in my
buffalo-robe, and then driven with her in my sleigh to the
nearest house, I think she must have frozen to death.
I found she was little Jenny Martin, who goes out to
day's work, -two miles from her home every day,--and
who comes back at night because her poor mother is ill,
and needs her help.
"Jenny had been so hard to work to-day, that she sat
down to rest on her way home; and the cold made her sleepy.
We had to rub her with snow to make her warm again.
"At last we woke her, and gave her some warm tea, and
wrapped her up well; and then I took her and her dog Fido
in my sleigh, and drove to her mother's house.
"Her mother had hoped she would not try to come home
such a cold night; but Jenny was anxious, and could not
keep away. She is too young and sickly a child to go out
to day's work this cold winter weather.
"I gave her mother some money, and told her to keep
Jenny at home, and to send to me if they were at any
time in need of food or fuel."
"You did right," said my mother; "and I will go and see
Mrs. Martin to-morrow. There may be something that I
can do to help her.
Perhaps our Ida will go with you," said my father.
I said nothing; but I rose from my knees, and put my
arms round my dear father's neck, and kissed him. i, FAY.














suit of a fox. It was a cruel sport; for the men did not







want the fox: all they wanted was the fun of running him

Two or three times, the hounds cae very near to the fox,'
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An old man stood at the door of his little but at the corr'
ner of one of the roads. He (id not see the fox as it ran









by, for his eyesight was not good; but he fad heard the sound
mof the horns and the bark'in of the dogs, and he hoped



the poor fox would make his es-cape.
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HOW THE FOX GOT AWAY.

SoMEn hunts'men were out with a pack of hounds in pur'-
:suit of a fox. It was a cruel sport; for the men did not
want the fox: all they want'ed was the fun of running him
dovwn.
Two or three times, the hounds came very near to the fox,
but he got away; and at last, at a place where three roads
met, the hounds lost scent of him, and the hunts'men came
to a stand.
An old man stood at the door of his little hut at the cor'-
net of one of thle roads. He did not see the fox as it ran
by, for his eyesight was not good ; but he had heard the sound
of the horns and the bark'ing of the dogs, and he hoped
the poor fox would make his es-cape.
Old man," cried one of the hunts'men, tell us which
way the fox went."






HOTW THE FOX GOT AWAY.

"Was he a dark-colored fox, with a light spot in the mid',
die ?" asked the old man.
"Yes, yes! have you seen him ?" said one of the men.
"Did he put his cars back flat as he ran ? "
"I'll put your ears back flat, and then cut them off, if you
don't answer me at once," said the hunts'man.
Well, I don't answer you at once," said the old man.
"Now, what are you going to do ?"
All that the hunts'man could do was to put himself into
a great rage ; for he saw that the old man was not to be
scared by his foolish threat. And so, after a little more
scold'ii._ the huntsmen all rode off after the fox.
They had not been gone a long while, when the old man
went into his cel'lar to get some tur'nips; and there, what
should he see, in a corner, but the poor little hunted fox !
So here you are, my little fox! cried the old man, laugh'-
ing. Well, I'm very glad to see you. Do not be afraid.
I shall not harm you. You shall have food, drink, and
lodging without charge."
The little fox seemed to know that he had found a friend;.
and the old man said, I can't help laughing to think how
those foolish young fellows are scour'ing the fields and the
woods to find you, my little fox. I wish they had brains.
enough to seek sport in something less cru'el than fox-
huntin." JANE OLIVER.




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THE LITTLE TYRANT.
WHOM have we here, with a scowl on his face and a whip
in his hand ? The hens and the little birds fly away at his
approach. Carlo, the dog, gives one look at him, and then
scampers off. Even little girls press their dolls to their
hearts, and get out of his way as fast as they can.
This is a picture of Henry the little tyrant, as hlie once
was. Hle liked to scare or harm all who came near him,
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whether beasts of the field, or birds of the air, or little girls
of the household, or little boys of the playground.
But the time came at last when Henry had to go to
school; and there he met with a '. i' and stronger tyrant
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than he was himself, and one who kept him in fear, or made
him cry with rage and grief every day. This bigger tyrant
was a boy of the name of Ralph.
Henry went to the teacher, and complained of Ralph;
but the teacher said, You are the boy, who, before Ralph
came, was a terror to all the little boys and girls in the school.
You knocked off their hats or bonnets, you pushed them
about, you took away their playthings. I hope you will
now learn that we ought to do as we would be done by."
"Do unto others as you would have others do unto you:"
that is the golden rule; and Henry has at last found it out.
He is no longer the little tyrant, but the little gentleman.
He is kind to his sister, and to all the little girls he meets.
If they ask him not to blow his trumpet, or not to make a
noise, he stops at once. He is kind even to the lower ani-
mals,-the birds and the beasts.
Dear child, if, like Henry, you have a fault, learn to cor-
rect it while you are young; for it will be very hard to get
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ELLEN'S COW.

THis is the good cow Norma; and all the folks call her
Ellen's cow, because Ellen takes such good care of her.
See her now brushing off the flies from Norma's back!
She does it with the leafy branch of a tree.
Almost all animals will be good to us if we are good to
them. I have heard of a large bull that was so fierce he
would let no one touch him.
But one day this bull was much scared by a storm, with
lightning and thunder.
A man who saw how scared the poor bull was went up to
him, and pat'ted him on the neck.






LIFE IN TEXAS.

Then the man led him from tie cow-yard into a stall,
where he could not see the lightning. Here the bull soon
grew quiet, and began to eat.
Ever after that storm, the bull would let that man do
with him as he pleased. The man could go up to him, and
lead him by the horns, and the bull would never move to
hurt him.
But, if any other man than he who was his friend in the
storm came up to touch him, it was at the risk of the man's
life.
Ellen's cow Norma is good and mild, and would not harm
any one; but she loves Ellen better than any one else,
because Ellen rules her by love.
Soon Ellen will learn to milk Norma, and make butter
from the cream that rises on the milk. EMILY CARTER.




LIFE IN TEXAS.
A LETTER FROM DAISY.
I SUPPOSE some of the boys and girls who read "The
Nursery" feel sorry for me because I have only pets for
playmates, and live on the frontier of Texas, instead of in
a great city; but the truth is, I lead a very happy life.
It is true I do not see the sights they do. I do not see
the circus, the menagerie, the museum, the processions, or
the fire-works; I cannot go to dancing-school, to riding-
school, to singing-school, or Sunday school; I cannot go to
May-parties, or to picnics in summer, or hear the merry
sleigh-bells in winter: but as I know very little about these
things, except from books, I do not miss them; and I see
a great deal that city-children never dream of.






SETTING OUT TREES.

Day after day, I see vast prairies, covered for miles and
miles with flowers. I gather grasses and bright berries to
decorate my room, and find pretty shells and mosses to
make into baskets.
From my window, I can hear the partridge call, "Bob-
white," and the plaintive cooing of the dove. The mocking-
bird sings for me all night long; the mule-rabbit, the civet-
cat, and the prairie-dog are all around us; and a few miles
away the buffalo roams at large.
I have Indians, too, to look at. They are of the Tonkaway
tribe. They are very quiet and harmless, but have some
very funny ways. I can't help laughing at their painted
faces, their heads filled with feathers, and their great silver
ear-rings, all of which they think so beautiful.
They are encamped a short distance below our quarters,
and, when we visit them, are pleased to see us. They are
making moccasins for my brother Sam and me.
They seem to think a great deal of Sam, and have made
him a bow, and a quiver fill of arrows. D ISY.
FORT RIClIAUDSON, TEX.












FRANK IS ARD AT WORK SETTING OUT TREES.

FRANK IS HARD AT WORK SET'rING OUT TREbS.

















WHAT DOES THE COCK SAY?

WHAT does the cock say every morn,
Crowing so loud and shrill ?
You may hear the sound of his lusty horn 5_
Far over the distant hill.

" Get up, get up, get up!" he cries;
"Awake, awake, awake!
The sun is gilding the eastern skies;
And the day begins to break.

"Get up, and the daisies will kiss thy feet,
The lark sing over thy head:
Far better be out with the flowers so sweet
Than wasting the hours in bed !"
IATTTIIIa s BARR. I








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