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Baby Chatterbox

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Baby Chatterbox stories and poems for our little ones
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STORIES AND POEMS FOR OUR LITTLE ONES.

PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.

NEW YORK:
Copyright, '883, by
R. WORTHINGTON, 770 BROADWAY.




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HE picture gives us a fine view of this
remarkable mountain in the Holy Land. It is in that part of Palestine which was called Galilee in the days of our Saviour, and was a region of picturesque and romantic beauty, comprising hills and plains, mountains and valleys. Travelers are agreed in regarding the view from the summit of Tabor as one of the finest in the Holy Land. At this mountain Barak collected his forces from Zebulon and Naphtali, with which he descended to the plain for his encounter with Sisera. Judges, chap. 4. Here also Zebah and Zalmunna slew the brethren of Gideon. Judges, viii. 18.
But the most interesting fact relating to it is,, that tradition has from the most ancient times located the Transfiguration of Jesus upon it.




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THE OLD WOMAN'S

"YES, children, right here a great battle
was fought;
It was Starke who commanded and won, He made the proud Britishers fly right
and left,
On the proud field of Bennington.
"Your great-grandpa was a captain that
day,
And I've heard my grandfather tell
Of the brave deeds he done, and, alas!
how at last
He was sorely wounded and fell.
"'God bless this bright land,' your greatgrandfather prayed,
But the very last words that he said
Were, 'Watch over my children, keep
them from harm,
Oh! bless each dear flaxen head.'"

STORY.







0 Onat), to, 018y wi
E 0 one to play with me, what shall I do?"
So says, half sobbing, our poor little Sue; "No one to play with me; very unkind Of my sisters to go out and leave me behind. "They said they were going a very long way, And I was too young at lawn-tennis to play; But it's all an excuse, I very well know, For if I am young, why shouldn't I go?
"I know I can play at bat, trap, and ball Much better than sisters, although I am small; And that being the case, I really don't see Why, if they were going, they couldn't take me. "No one to play with the whole afternoon! I wish that the evening would come very soon; For you don't know how dull it is under
this tree,
With no one to speak to and play games
with me."







OMETHING has startled them, as
they fed securely enough, one would t.iink, on the grass at the foot of the rocks; and if we could only get a little nearer, this is what we should hear the mother-deer saying to her baby: "My child, I am sure there is danger about; look out and tell me if you see the slightest movement on the hill yonder, or if I see it first, I will give you the signal, and you must follow me, and run for your very life." And the baby, with cocked ears and glistening eyes, promises to do as it is told. But after all it will probably prove a false alarm, for this is not the time of year for deerstalking; and I dare say the noise they heard was made by a party of people coming up the valley below to see the waterfall, which is famous in the neighborhood.







AROLD is made a great pet of at home, and is continually full of
mischief, and very fond of teasing every living thing that comes in his way. One day he was in the city, and his papa bought him one of the bird toys that you see in his hand, and it struck him that it would be a capital idea to get the two Kitties at home and have some rare fun with them. So he took the two Kitties under his arm, and
-walked along the lawn until he came to a beautiful rose-bush, -when he set his toy spinning round and round, and the Kitties thinking that it was a real bird, went jumping and tumbling over and over, Harold enjoying the scene as well as the Kitties. Harold thought it was a good way to learn them to catch mice when they got older, so they kept playing until both were tired, and left off only to commence again some other day.




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LD Farmer Jenkins sat drinking his
tea one summer's evening, when he suddenly heard such a noise outside, that he went off in a hurry to see what was the matter; and when he reached the stile. what did he see? Why, his own grandson, Harold, leaning up against an elm tree, too frightened to do anything but scream at poor harmless old "Punch," the sheep-dog, who never had been known to hurt anybody during his whole life. "Come, come, Harold, my boy," called out his grandfather, don't be a coward. Punch won't hurt you; he is quite surprised at the noise you are making, and cannot understand why you don't give him some of the cake in your hand." "Is that all, grandfather?" said Harold. And throwing it down, ran up to his grandfather, who laughed at him for being such a coward.







OME ye into the Summer Woods;
There entereth no annoyAll greenly wave the chestnut leaves, And the earth is full of joy!
I cannot tell you half the sights Of beauty you may seeThe bursts of golden sunshine, And many a shady tree.
There, lightly swung in bowery glades, The honey-suckles twine; There blooms the rose-red campion, And the dark-blue columbine.
The nodding plants they bowed their heads, As if in heartsome cheer. They spake unto these living things,
"'Tis merry living here!"




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03ag OF *08.
F we had to travel all over the world,
we should find that the people who live in China, India, Africa, or the South Seas, had different ways of "going out to sea." And if we were going out to sea 11 from New York, Boston, or Philadelphia, we might even come to the same sea, but "the going out" would not be the same. What the name of the sea is, or what kind of a sea it is that Godfrey, and Hilda are going to, is more than I can tell.
They are not on board ship, or in a boat, and they surely are not going to walk right across the sea from America to England. Besides, they do not seem to have got clothes enough for a long voyage; and if they are really going to sea, they had better go back to the town where the church is, and buy what things they want before they start. I expect that they are like some other boys and girls, and are only pretending after all. Godfrey does not mean to carry Hilda far out on that little sea.







NE of the brightest spots in the
memory of my youthful days is the time I spent in the little cottage with Grandmother Silverbuckle. "If you come into my room," the good old lady would say, 6you must be like a good little German girl, and learn to knit a stocking." Then she would smooth down my hair and pin a little pink and white handkerchief about my neck, and call me to come and sit by her side. In the picture you see me as I was when a little girl. Grandmother is teaching me how to narrow the stocking, so as to shape the foot. She holds the needles, while I hold the yarn and the leg of the stocking. Many years have passed since grandmother taught me to knit, but those happy days I never will forget.




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OLD thy little hands in prayer,
By thy listening mother's knee, Now while thy sunny face is fair, Sweet shining through thy auburn hair,
Thine eyes are frank and free;
And loving thoughts like garlands bind, To thy dear home thy trusting mind.
Now thy fond mother's arm is spread,
'Neath thy peaceful head at night, And pausing feet creep round thy bed, And o'er thy quiet face is shed,
The taper's darkened light.
But that loved arm will pass away, By thee no more those feet will stayThen pray, child, pray!







HE little boy and girl whom you see
in the picture are just such children as you would meet to-day if you were walking in the city where the Holy Child. Jesus was born. Perhaps that boy will be a shepherd like David. If so, he must, like David, be brave and hardy; for now, as in David's time, tending sheep is not the peaceful occupation it is with us. The shepherds have to watch their flocks night and day, lest some wild beast, or some equally wild Bedouin Arab, should seize the straying ones, or even enter the fold. When that little girl is a few years older, she will not be dressed quite as she is now. She will wear a long veil, very much like the one that Ruth wore, and which was large enough to hold the six measures of barley that Boaz gave her to take home to her mother.




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EHEN the task of the day has been I__our conquered, I turn [below,
Toward my snug nest in the valley Where, attuned by the fairies, a light-hearted
burn
Forever makes music, and rare blossoms blow.
But a cluster of blossoms more rare I behold, As the sound of my footfall awakens a shout, And with cheeks red as sunrise and locks
bright as gold,
A brave troop of youngsters comes hurrying out.
Every sense of fatigue is forgotten, or flies, The instant those dear ones are thronging around,
And full oft a warm tear or two steals to my
eyes,
The tear not of sorrow, but pleasure profound.







R.R EYNARD, the Fox, after a very
eventful life, full of excitement, and after having caused the death of many poor, harmless chickens, at last lies there dead! Vulcan, the house dog, has been on the watch for Mr. Reynard for some time, but he has always got away from him until to-day, when he met Reynard in full retreat from the hen-roost, and after an exciting chase, he came up to him, when a desperate struggle ,took place, and he rendered Mr. Reynard entirely helpless. Just then Carlo comes round the corner and discovers Vulcan and the fox, and thinks what a delightful time he will have helping Vulcan to eat up the fox; but Vulcan, who is very savage, growls, and showing his big sharp teeth, advises Carlo to keep away, or he may perhaps fare very badly. So Carlo thinks discretion the better part of .valor, and returns home, leaving Vulcan with the fox.







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HUMBLE home, whose comforts few Are of the simplest kind, Can yet contain some virtues true To teach the stubborn mind.

A woman in whose tender breast Pity and love are bound, Has saved the dove when sore distressed It fluttered to the ground.
With bleeding wing, where cruel shot Had pierced it through and through, She took it home to share her lot Until it better grew.
And when at length its wounds were healed, The cage was opened wide, But "Coo" -would never leave the friend Who saved it ere it died.







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THR. shadows gently glide across the shallow stream ; A darker purple decks the heather-covered hills ; The evening comes as softly as an infant's dream, And breathes its solenm hush upon the rippling rills.
The silence slowly deepens down, for night is near; The" tiny songsters chirp in drowsy undertone, But one sweet melody breaks on my listening earA sedge-bird warbling in the rustling reeds alone.
The spreading sunset glory o'er the western sky Has cast the kingly mantle of its red and gold; The cloudlets gleaming brightly as they linger by, Like islands in a jasper sea, all clear and cold.
A ruddy millmaid, singing with her balanced load,
____ --_ Follows the lowing cattle homeward through the grass,
__ And slowly o'er the chestnut-shaded, winding road
To home and rest the weary village toilers pass.
One glimmering evening-star shines yonder faint and dim, The herald of a mighty host advancing slow; And trembling in the shallows at the river's brim, Its pale reflection seems a glimpse of heaven below.
The day is dying, and the year, too, slowly dies; Yon in the harvest-fields are gathered autumn sheaves; There is a mournful note in every breeze that sighs, A hectic flush has tinted all the changing, leaves.
The winter soon will come with coverlet of snow, With moaning~winds through yonder woods, and icy showers;
But it will only hide the sleeping life below, The harbingers of spring, and yellow crocus flowers.
So, musing as I walk, my heart is full of rest, For 'tis of change, and not of death, these things do speak:
ThA peace that passeth understanding fills my breast, I dream of that glad time when endless day will breaIl Thus unto me this quiet spot is holy ground; For as to tired eyes God sends His gift-of sleep, Teangel of His presence doth encamp around His resting flock's abiding-place, a watch to keep.




The Folly of Foolish Fred.

*.. RED and his sister have
been playing that he was a knight and she a grand lady. She has dressed up in all the fine toggery she can find, and he has armed himself with an old pistol which his father keeps as a curiosity. They have been reading how the
knights of old went on crusades and fought with other knights, and they are, now on a grand crusade against the suits of armor standing by the wall and the figures of saints and heroes in the stained glass windows. Bang! goes the pistol, and the beautiful window is destroyed.
What a foolish boy! He will do more mischief in an hour than can be repaired in a year; and when his father returns and sees his valuable things ruined, Fred will get a lesson in knight-errantry that he will not soon forget. Florence begins to see the folly already, but she should have seen it at first and not have 4 been led away by foolish books.
FeedirIg the Robin.
Miss NELLIE is about to feed her robin. Her friend Maud has had a number df robins, but they have all pined away and died, while Nellie's robin is as well as a bird can be, and sings beautifully every day. Shall I tell you why one can have a nice robin, and the other cannot ? The robins are at first just alike, but the girls are not alike. Maud lies in bed every morning and lets her robin go without his breakfast; while Nellie wakes up as soon as the bird begins to chirp and gives him clean water and nice food.

Our Charlie.
WHO loves to pull the pussy's tail, Or decorate her with a pail, Delighted with her doleful wail ?
Our Charlie.
Who runs with patient little legs On errands. And when mamma begs "Softly tiptoes as though on eggs ?
Our Charlie.

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He kicks and screams like all possessed; Until a whipping we suggest
For Charlie.
Who s always singing Baby Mine," Or ," Buttercup," until we pine To give some soothing anodyne
To Charlie?
We're going out. Where's Charlie?
Far
A little voice rings, Here I are, Expressly waiting for the car!"
That's Charlie.




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Grace arjld Her Playmates.

** HERE are three of
them. Grace is not at *all afraid of the dog, and the dog is evidently very proud to be petted and taken care of, and to guard his mistress from any danger. If another dog were to come along-, Fido would warn him off, lest he. should frighten the little girl, and he would bark very angrily, and perhaps bite, if anybody should attempt to hurt her. All little girls are fond of dolls ; that is a part of a girl's nature, and it is very nice for them to have them. In a few years the child will grow into a woman, but where will Fido and the doll be then? Dogs do not live nearly so long as men and women, and dolls, alas!. often last but a few months.

,She's Always Good. SHE never sighs ; she never
grumbles ;
She never cries when down
she tumbles.
She never soils her pretty
dresses;
She never spoils her silken
tresses.
With cap on head, and wee
hands folded,
She's put to bed and never
scolded.

Oh she's a pearl, no mischief scheming;
There's such a girl-don't think I'm
dreaming.

But not to tell her name were fol 'ly; You know her well-she's your own
Dolly.____Th~e Locust.
THE locust is about three inches long, with a large head and projecting oval eyes. Its food consists of leaves and green stalks of plants, and when locusts alight on any vegetation that they fancy they consume it entirely.
The terrible ravages of locusts are owing to the vast numbers in which they appear, filling the air and darkening the sky so that objects cast no shadow, and advancing with a sound like the rushing of chariots. Locusts are found in almost all parts of the world except the coldest regions, and are equally destructive wherever they appear. In France, a reward is paid for the collection of locusts and their eggs. I~n our country, they seldom do
any damage in the Eastern States, but in the West they sometimes destroy thousands of acres of wheat and other grain in an hour or two, and then they fly away again. Locusts are eaten, in some countries, as food.




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,The City Cousin in the Couittry.

ASTER FREDERICK is an only son, pettd toe, anduc anttd teoe, snuc some, people think
That he is a spoiled boy. One beautiful spring morning his mamma takes him for a long ride out into the country. They. go by railroad, and when they reach a certain little station they alight from the train, and get into a buggy, and are driven to an old farm-house where Aunt Bertha and Grandpapa live. There are also five cousins, Johnny and little Dick, Emma, Grace, and Baby. The boys go about without shoes and stockings when they are round the house, not because they are poor, but because it is the I' custom in that part of the 'country for boys, and even sometimes girls and grown peo- ~ ple, to go barefoot, except when theyr walk or ride to the town or village or to church. These cousins of Master Frederick have plenty of toys and lots .of fun, and they looked forward with a great deal of excitement and pleasure to this promised visit. And there stands the little city cousin by his mother's knee, looking as shy and cross as possible. He will not speak to his grandpa who sits near with his pipe in his hand and his smoking cap on, trying to coax Master Frederick into a good humor. Little Dick comes forward with some nice apples which he has just picked out of the orchard, and mamma is -telling him to be a good boy and shake hands with his c ousins. Poor Aunty, who holds the baby/, looks

amused, and so do the other children, but I am afraid Cousin Frederick is not polite. If he does not behave better I do not think his grandpa or his cousins will want to see him again.,
The Squirrel.
STOP, little squirrel, stop, I pray,
Why do you work so hard all day ?
Stay a while with us to play,
Do not run so quick away.

But the squirrel cunningly
Shook his head,
And in squirrel language,
Thus he said:
"The winter is coming,
With stormy weather, And I must hurry
Some nuts to gather. The winter is coming,
.With frost and snow; The storm will howl,
And the winds will blow; And I must have nuts
In my nest, you know.
Good-by ; I must go 1"







Th1e Cunr~ing Little Chicks.

YOU pretty, sweet little dears," criez Bessie, as she takes one of the little baby chicks in her hands and kisses it. Bob and
PFred have just found the old hen in a nest in the lumber-room, with a brood of chickens she has hatched on the sly. They ran into the house shouting for joy, and sister Amy, who was not yet out of bed, jumped up at once and ran down stairs to see all about it. Of course Mother Hen would like to have a lady to call upon her under the circumstances. How cunning that chick looks standing on the edge of the nest, and how proud and yet anxious the old hen seems as she watches the struggles of the chick which Amy has captured! How funny it is that chickens should come out of the eggs as- they do. See the broken egg-shells by the nest. The hen has been patiently sitting over those eggs for about three weeks, keeping them very warm. I think somebody must have known where she was, for there is a broken dish with some food in it, which the hen has now and then picked at. Perhaps the children did, but they would not disturb her while she was "sitting." But now that the chicks are all "hatched," they are
glad. ____ _The Varr~pire Bat.
THE Vampire is the name given to a species of bat found in South America, which "suicks the blood of persons and beasts when asleep." It was at one time the popular idea that these bats would cQ enter the sleeping apartments of c human beings, in the warm climate of Brazil, and, making an incision

with their sharp teeth in the great toe of the sleeping victim, suck his blood until full to repletion, meanwhile fanning the sleeper with their wings to induce continued slumber. The idea has proved to be fallacious, at least as far as the soothing fanning is concerned and the particular fancy for the great toe only. They are not particular as to. where they make the incision, if they only get the blood.
In. some parts of South America vampires are very numerous, and domestic animals suffer greatly from their nocturnal attacks. They seem to take advantage of an existing wound, but they also can make one." In some parts of Brazil the rearing of calves is. impossible on account of these bats, and there are districts, chiefly those where limestone rocks abound with numerous caves, in which cattle cannot profitably be kept.
The vampire, according to an old superstition in various portions of, Europe, particularly in Hungary, was supposed to be a dead person, returned in body and, soul from the other world, and wandering about the earth doing every kind of mischief to the living.




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Tb~e Lar~d of the Papyrus.,

E do not see any papy- rus plants in this picture, but it represents a scene in a tropical or sub-tropical country, such as Egypt, Arabia, or Abyssinia, where the palm and cocoanut are indigenous. The party of natives in the foreground are resting beneath the welcome shade of a grove by the wells of water, and one of their number has climbed a tree to gather the fruit. He must be a good climber and his companions ought to thank him when they proceed to break open the juicy nuts and drink the milk from them. The papyrus plant or paper reed used to grow in great abundance along the banks of the River Nile, and in other parts of Africa, and also in some parts of Asia and Europe, but it /is not found in Egypt now, and is Much rarer than it used to be. The ancients made their paper from the stem.
The Mill.
WINDING and grinding,
Round goes the mill;
Winding and grinding,
Should never stand still.
Ask not if neighbor
Grind great or small
Spare not your labor,
Grind your wheat all.
Winding and grinding,
Work through the day;
Grief never minding,
Grind it away!
What through tears dropping
Rust as they fall ?
Have no wheel stoppingWork comforts all.

The Martdarin.
A MANDARIN is a man who holds an office in China. There are nine different grades or ranks of Mandarins, each being distinguished by a different colored ball or button on the top of his hat. The Chinese are a strange people and have strange customs concerning their Mandarins as well as everything else. No officer is allowed to hold office in his native province, nor is he allowed to marry where he holds office, nor to have a relative in office under him. He must report truthfully, every little while, how those under him are behaving themselves and, doing their work, and then they are promoted or put down a step like boys in a class. No one is allowed to remain in office in the same place longer than three years.







Birds of the Pkiver artd

N no instances has nature more thoroughly provided animals with the organs suited to their habits and necessities than in the birds which depend for food upon the sea. The waders have long legs and bills,

'while the swimmers have scarcely any legs at all, but are provided with large, webbed feet with which they propel themselves in the wa ter.
The most curious of the sea birds are the Penguins. They live in the Antarctic seas, and are the lowest form of birds now known. In fact they look 'more and act more like seals. Their wings are only a few inches long, and are only useful in the water, and the same may be said of their feet, although they do manage to scramble up on the rocks, where they sit upright on their stumpy tails. They are famous divers, swimming faster under water than on

the surface, and acting more like fishes than birds.
The Great Auk is now thought to be extinct, but there are stuffed specimens to be found in the museums. It inhabited the cold portions of the Northern Hemisphere, and is sometimes called the Northern Penguin. It resembled the Penguin, but was much larger, being three feet long. Its wing was but four inches long, and was used chiefly for swimming. The last one seen alive was on the coast of Iceland in 1844, and well-stuffed specimens are now worth a thousand dollars. A dead one was found on the coast of Labrador in 1870.
The Crying Bird, or Courlan, is a wader, as you can see by his long legs. He lives in hot, climates, and is often seen in Florida, where it is sometimes
*shot and used for food. It gets its name from the peculiar cry which it
-keeps up night and day.
The Spoonbill1 is also a wader. It belongs to the Heron family and resembles a stork, except that it has a flat bill, widening out at the end like a spoon. It is found chiefly in Holland, and on the coasts of Italy and Northern Africa.
Perhaps the most interesting bird in our group is the Frigate Bird, so called because he is found far out at sea. Though a small bird, it has Ilong wings, spreading ten or twelve -feet. These enable him to fly long distances, and to support himself in the air with no more motion than a boy's kite, for hours at a time. Although he lives upon fish, hie seldom swims, and it is said that he never dives. He catches the flying fish as they leap out of the water, and will sometimes rob another bird of its prey,

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HE bird in the oppoA site engraving with
the graceful crest is the California Quail, so-called because it is found only in- that State, and near the bordering Mexico. As it, inhabits only the valleys, it is

chicks when they are half grown, while the female. lays and hatches again. There are many kinds of Quails, and some species is found in almost every quarter of the globe. We read of them in the Bible, and they have been common in Egypt and Syria ever since the children of Israel ate them in the Wilderness. Hundreds of thousands are captured in Northern Africa every year and taken to France.
The Blue Jay is found in nearly every part of North America. He is very shy, and likes to flit about in the shadiest portion of the woods. But sometimes he flies about the orchards looking for grubs, and then his rich plumage shows to great advantage in the sunlight. He belongs to the Crow family, and, like all his relatives,, he is very cunning and tricky. When tamed, bird trainers say that he can be taught more easily than most birds. Like the mocking bird, he is fond of imitating other birds, but instead of learning to sing their songs, he imitates only the harsh sounds. When calling to his mate he can be as sweet as any of his companions of the woods ; but at other times he will scream so nearly like the hawk as to make an old hen scamper with her chicks, and scare all the little birds within hearing.
The cowbird, or cow blackbird, comes in summer to nearly all the Northern States. He can be seen following the cows about the pasture and catching the flies which they whisk off with their tails. The cowbird builds no nest of her own, but lays her eggs in the nests of other birds, where they are hatched and cared for without any trouble on he part.

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called there the Valley Quail, to distinguish it from the Mountain Quail. I't has beautiful plumage, and two jet black crests, though they appear as onei in the picture. It does not whistle like the Eastern Quail, and its cry is rather disagreeable than pleasant. Like all the Quails, it can be easily domesticated.
The bird to its right is the familiar little Bob White of New England and the Middle States. Before it was hunted so mercilessly, it must have been very common in all this portion of the country, but now it is quite rare in some portions. Though it breeds well, in cold winters, whole flocks often get frozen under the snow and perish. A pair of Bob Whites will raise two broods" of a dozen or more each summer, the male taking care of the first

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Johj Coleridge Patteson.

MONG the lives of
missionaries there is none more interesting than that of John Coleridge Patteson. He was the son of Judge
John Patteson, and his mother was a niece of the poet Coleridge. Though he was the eldest son and had brilliant prospects in England, he early formed

South Pacific. As the islands were inhabited by savages, he was often attacked, and was finally killed in 1871. In order to teach, he had to learn the many languages of the different islands, and often to attend the sick, wash and dress the children, and sometimes do his own cooking. Wherever he succeeded in talking to the people and staying among them, they learned to
love him; but kidnappers used to come sometimes and carry off the natives, and Patteson's life was probably taken as a consequence of the nefarious
practice.
The Three Answers.

BEAUTIFUL, indeed, was the lesson which a little Sabbathschool class had' been reciting, -all. about the Saviour's king_-____ dom. "Boys," said the lady,
---- looking seriously upon the
little boys, what will you do to help on the Saviour's kingdom ? / What will you do, James ?" / "I will give my half-pence
to the missionaries, and they / shall preach about it to the
7 heathen," answered James.
"And what will you do, George?"
George looked up and said, I will pray for it." JOHN COLERIDGE PATTESON. "And what will you do,
John ? said the teacher, addresa resolution to. give up all and become sing the youngest. a missionary. His chance did not come He cast down his eyes and softly till 1857, when he was thirty years old. said, I will give my heart to it." The In that year he sailed with Bishop teacher blessed the little boy, and Selwyn for New Zealand. His work breathed a silent prayer that Jesus was done here and on the islands of the might take the offering.




UNCLE HENRY'S VISIT.

NCLE HENRY had traveled
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his sister, who was now a widow, but had two little girls and a boy, who were very found of their uncle, and always looked forward with delight to his visit. After he had partaken of 3ome refreshment, he took Ben and I is little sister Nellie on his knee,.and sked lhenm many questions, which they answered to the best of their ability, and they also told him many strange and eventful stories

about marbles and bird's nests. And when they had finished eating their cake, Uncle Henry gave them a ride on his knee, and had them both laughing to such an extent, that their mother coming in, remarked that it was a treat to see them enjoying them. selves so 'much, which they hadn't done since their dear father died, and she hoped that Tncle Hen y would come often, as it was like a ray of sunshine whenever he made his appearance in her house.




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MOTHER HUBBARD.

OLDo Mother Hlubbard went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog bad nonie.




MOTHER HUBBARD.
She went to the baker's
To buy him some bread,
But when she came back
The poor dog looked dead.
She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin,
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe, ~ But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.
She went to the ale-house
To get him some beer,
But when she ctme back
The dog sat in a chair.
She went to the tavern
For white wine and red,
But when she came back
The dog stood on his head.




MOTHER HUBBARD.
She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat,
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber's To buy him a wig,
But when she came back He was dancing a jig.
She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat,
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes, But when she came back
He was reading the news.




MOTHER HUBBARD.
She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back
The dog was a-spinning.
She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back
-He was dress'd in his clothes.
The dame made a courtesy,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said "Your servant,"
The dog said "Bow wow."
This wonderful dog
Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
He could sing, he could dance,
He could read, he could write.
She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,
And erected a monument
When he was dead.




HOW TO CATCH A RHIIO)CEROS.

CONSIDER the Rhinoceros His horn will bore, and gore, and
toss
Of course, it hurts you very much
Indeed, if once you let it touch Of course-but that is a mistake. This is the way that beast to take: He runs, and you run merrily Before him to the nearest tree; Only take care you have with you A powerful double fixing-screw. You hide behind the tree, of
courseButt goes the brute with all his force I At you no doubt he takes his aim,
To gore you being his little game:
Therefore take care-that must not beSo mind he butts against the tree.
His horn, being to that tree applied, Goes through and on the other side
Comes out, as it is bound to do.
Now then, be ready with your screw !

Fasten it firmly round the horn, And lock it on that beast forlorn. What can he do, stuck fast like that Nothing at all, you have him pat! A fine rhinoceros in this plight W I1 prove a most amusing sight When once you get him in that groove
The brute is fixed-he cannot move. NOf course he goes into a pet,
And in his mind is much upset;
You chaff him then-at least you
can.
About the skill and craft of man; And chaff is what he cannot bear, He thinks it is not on the square; However, you can hold him tight, Day after day, night after night,
And keep him there till lie is tame
Such briefly is your little game
In catching the rhinoceros,
Whose horn will bore, and gore
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WE once had a very large, handsome dog whose name was IRover." He was a very clever dog as well as a handsome one, and would fetch papa's boots, open the door, ring the bell, and carry all manner of things. One stormy winter' s night papa was driving home from the city. It was very dark, and the wind blew off papa's hat, and carried it away behind. Before papa could stop the horses, Rover made a bound on to the wheel and scrambled into the seat with the hat in his mouth, not much the worse, and then jumping down resumed his position behind the carriage. He used to delight in accompanying me in my rambles round the house, when I would get a ribbon round his neck, and we used to have great fun. If he saw any one approaching the house, he used to make a bound;but when I said "Quiet, Rover," he would look up, as much as to say, IAll right, I will look after you," and resume his -usual playful manner. Papa hid the handle of an ax in a hedge, and pointed it out to Rover. The next day he was told to go and fetch it,.when he trotted off and returned with it, looking quite pleased at his feat. So you see "Rover" was not only handsome but clever also.
LOVABLE GIRLS. Girls without an undesirable love of liberty and craze for individualism, girls who will let themselves be guided, girls who have the filial sentiment well developed and who

feel the love of a daughter for the woman who acts as their mother, girls who know that every day and all day long cannot be devoted to holiday-making without the intervention of duties more or less irksome, girls who when they can gather them accept their roses with frank and girlish sincerity of pleasure, and when they are denied submit without repining to the inevitable hardship of circumstances-these are the girls whose companionship gladdens and does not oppress or distract the old, whose sweetness and ready submission to reasonable control of authority make life so pleasant and their charge so light to those whose care they are; these are the girls who become good wives in the future, and, in their turn, wise and understanding mothers, and who have to choose out of many where others are sought of none. The leaven of them keeps society sweet and pure; for, if all English girls were as recalcitrant as some are, men might bid adieu to the woman and the home according to the ideal hitherto cherished.
LET the members of households ever remember that at home there should be peace and -unity, though all the world be at war. Those bound by the ties of kindred should uphold each other, and bear with each other's foibles and hide them from strangers' eyes. Those who dwell under the same home-roof must fight under one flag or be defeated. Policy, if not good feeling, should bind together the members of every house. hold.
Deeds are fruits-words are but leaves.







THE DESERTER.

Tins fellow, he enlisted, And was properly assisted In shouldering arms and drilling, And seemed, like others, willing; But suddenly deserted, Because he said "it lurted" To carry a gun and a bayonet, And he did not want to play on -it; Nor yet upon the sabre, For he really disliked the labor !But even if he deserted, He need not have said "hurted;" Hurt being an irregular verb, Not conjugated like curb ;However, desert he did, And for several days was hid; But the troopers they did find him, And they tied his hands behind him, And drove him back to his dutyDoesn't he look a beauty? Let us hope he will now learn patience, And also his conjugations. For hurt, as is known to a peasant, Is the same in the past as in the present, And the same in the participleAs is known to all decent people.




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PIGS AND FROGS.
TiiE day was hot, but the water was cool, And this was the thought of a pig in a pool, When he saw two frogs a-courting:

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" IWasting their time, and playing the fool, When they might be jolly like me, and coolYou'll never catch me courting I"
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PIGS AND FROGS.

But the heart of Sir Pig one day was
smittenI
(Such things in the volume of fate are
written).
And Sir Pig he went a-courting: But two -merry frogs enjoying the cool That very same day, in the very samne
pool,
Said: Stupid old pig to be playing
the fool,

When he might be jolly like us, and
cool,
With plenty of time for sporting!I
So Pig and Frog, at best and worst, Agreed to differ, at last, and at first, And the part was the same that they
both rehearsed,
For they both did sporting and courting.




KISS BY THE WAYSIDE.

KISSEs in the morning
Make the day seem bright, Filling every corner
With a gleam of light;
And what happiness he misses,
Who, affection's impulse scorning, Departs and gives no kisses
To the children in the morning.
Many think it folly,
Many say it's bliss, Very much depending
On whose lips you kiss!
But the truth I am confessing,
An(] I'd have you all take warning If you covet any blessing,
Kiss the children in the morning!
Kisses in the evening
When the lights are low, Set two hearts aflaming
With affection's glow.
And the angels swarm in numbers
Round the pillow they are pressing, Who are woo'd to peaceful slumbers
By a dear one's fond caressing.




: :*.THE HEDGEHOG.
"WHERE are you going so fast away?
4 Where are you going?" th~e children said.
"To seek my dinner, this summer day,
To seek my dinner," the hedgehog said.
O' "You've got long prickles, so sharp and fine*
Such terrible prickles! the children said.
"Don't I tell you I'm going to dine?
Let me be trotting," the hedgehog said.
\N ~ "Nay, nay, now stay; don't hurry away!
Don't run away! the children said.
"What will you get for your dinner to-day."
0"\"A little fat snail," the hedgehog said.
"And do you gohble your snails quite raw?
Do you not cook them?" the children said.
OK "Such inquisitive children I never saw!
Of course I don't cook them I" the hedgehog said.




"SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER."

"MISTRESS NELLIE, fair good morning! To night I go to see the play;
We have a box,, will you go with us?
I beg you will not say me nay! "
"Oh, no I could not, pray excuse me,
Whatever would my sisters say ?
You know they are so stiff and mighty,
They will -not go to see the play."

"Dear Mistress Nellie you distress m a,
For long I've counted on'this play. And if-your sisters do not like it
Surely they can stay away!'"
"Dear Master Lacy, I will go then,
And I will join your party gay; I dearly, dearly love a frolic,
To night I'll go to see the play!"




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"GEORGE.."
OOR George makes a very sour face; and why? Because he just suffered punishment for running about the streets when he should have been at work. If he had been a good boy and learnt his lessons, it would not have happened; but now let us hope that this will be a warning to him, and will make
him in future an obedient child.
TEACHING DOLLY TO WALK.

*0 L L Y, walk, you little
goose,
Don't annoy me; what's
the use ?
You can walk as well as'Ijust as well if you would try. See how nicely you are dressed, Fitted with your very best. Were you but as proud as I, You could walk if you would try. Come, the grass is fresh and clear, Do not tumble, dolly dear. Step up lively ; if you try, You can walk as well as I. There you drop, you naughty doll; Be ashamed of such a fall. Home I mean to make you go, If you trouble Clara so.
How things are done the adverbs tell, As slowly, quickly, ill or well.
Conjunctions join the words together, As men aznd women, wind or weather.
The preposition stands before A noun, as in or through a door.
The interjection shows surprise, As oh how pretty; ah how wise.

THE CHILD'S MAY SONG.
A merry little maiden,
In the merry month of May, Came tripping o'er the meadow,
As she sang this merry lay:
"I'm a merry little maiden,
My heart is light and gay.; And I love the sunny weather
In the merry month of May. "I love the pretty lambkins That gayly sport and play, And make such frolic gambols
In the merry month of May. "I love the little birdies That sit upon the spray,
And sing me such a blithe song
In the merry month of May.
"I love the blooming flowers That grow on bank and brae,
And with them weave my garlands
In the merry month of May.
"I love my little sisters And my brothers every day, And I seem to love them better
In the merry month of May.
Instead of nouns the pronouns stand, Her head, his face,your arm, my hand.




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THE PUFFED-UP SMOKER.
OH, GORDON, how naughty!
Now, don't look so haughty,That's Uncle's pet pipe you've got in
your band.
If you go on smoking,
We'll soon have you choking, We'll then have to bury you under
the sand.
Said Gordon to Nellie,
"Go home and cook jelly,
And don't interfere so with me and
my pipe!
Or else go and garden,
First begging my pardon,
And see if the plums have begun to
get ripe."




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"THE MORE HASTE, THE LESS SPEED."
UR two friends were on their way home, and being in a great hurry, owing to their s'ayln out longer than they should have done, thought of making j =-i 0 .",, shul s ayinont ogehate
a short cut by crossing the pond that was just frozen over. In their great haste they over-looked the danger
- sign and stepped on the ice, but
,_____ before they were half-way over, the
ice broke and they fell into the water.
__-- I am glad to say they got home safe
- after all, but hereafter they should
better understand the proverb, "the more haste the less speed."
GOING TO THE CIRCUS.

One of the greatest pleasures of children is going to the circus. How they always enjoy seeing the wild animals, the beautiful trained horses, how they laugh over the funny sayings and jests of the clowns, and how they get excited about the races. Our young people in our illustration appear to be delighted and thoroughly pleased. It really does one good to see people enjoy themselves the way they do. And then when they go home after the circus is finished, they will talk themselves to sleep, telling how the clown tried to walk on his ear, and couldn't, and about the gentleman wlto rode on the horses bare back and jumped over bars, through hoops, and the wonderful way he rode on the horses tail without falling off.
Three little words you often see Are articles, a, an and the. A noun's the name of any thing, As school or garden, hoop or swing.

CHILD'S SONG IN SPRING.
Yes, little girl,
Out in the wheat, Daisies are springing
White as your feet; Growing for you
Out in the wheat, Only because
You are so sweet. Yes, little girl,
Down in the wood, Violets are blowing
Blue as your hood; Blooming for you,
Down in the wood, Only because
You are so good. Yes, little girl,
Under the mere, Lilies laugh up
Where the water is clear; Smile up at you
From under the mere, Only because
You are so dear.




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BATHING.

HE didn't like bathing, oh dear! oh dear! The sea was so cold and the waves came so near. But sister was gentle, oh, sister was kind, She whispered of beautiful shells they would find. She told him the waves sing a wonderful song, That only to wavelets and ripples belong. And will you not bathe, and make friends with the sea? And would you not like a merman to be? Then slowly the frown faded out of his face, And a smile like a ripple came back in its place.




"RIGHT OF WAY."
"BAA, baa, there's no road this way!" "Pretty sheep, do let me pass, I say, It's too late to go back again to-day; Nice little sheep, please do go away!
"Baa, baa, we won't let you by; It's no use for you to begin to cry. You can't come this road,-no, not if you try, And never mind asking the reason why."




INDIAN

CONVERTS.
HOSE three young lads sitting in their native woods,
where birds in the richest .of dress and nature in its
lovliest attire are to be seen, are Indians, having been recently con-verted to the Christian religion. They now attend the mission schools and are learning the English language, and also how to write it, which to them is the greatest puzzle. In the intervals of school hours they still delight to take a run into the woods and listen to the songs of the birds, and enjoy the fruit and beauty of nature.

FOR MERRY HARVEST.

Bring forth the harp, and let us sweep
its fullest, loudest string ;
The bee below, the bird above, are
teaching us to sing
A song for merry harvest; and the
one who will not bear
His grateful part, partakes a boon he
ill deserves to share.
The grasshopper is pouring forth his
quick and'trembling notes ;
The laughter of the gleaner's child,
the heart's own music, floats.
Up! up! I say, a roundelay from
every voice that lives
Should welcome merry Harvest, and
bless the hand that gives.
The buoyant soul that loves the bowl
may see the dark grapes shine; And gems of melting ruby deck the
ringlets of the vine;
Who prizes more the foaming ale,
may gaze upon the plain;
And feast his eye with yellow hops
and sheets of bearded grain.
The kindly one whose bosom aches
to see a dog unfed,

May bend the knees in thanks to see
the ample promised bread:
Awake, then, all!- 'tis Nature's call;
and every voice that lives
Shall welcome merry Harvest, and
bless the hand that gives.
THE FIRST POSTAGE STAMP.
The first postage stamp ever used in this country is believed to have been brought out in New Haven, Connecticut, in 1846, by E. A. Mitchell, who was then the postmaster there. In response to many complaints of inconvenience in paying postage at the delivery windows, as the office was sometimes closed, and it took time at best, Mr. Mitchell finally got a stamp engraved and printed. These stamps were sold at postage rates, and proved very convenient. An engraver of New Haven has found the original design, engraved -in -1846.-- The stamping tool was made for use as a canceling stamp, as used now, and the letters were engraved on brass.

A SONG







CHARITY CHILDREN PREPARING FOR TE
HARVEST HOME.
IN mob-cap and apron as white as the snow, What are they doing! Heigho heigho! Wreathing a pillar with garland of posies They are dressing'the church for the thanksgiving-day;
The old village church is not often so gay. So that's what the children are doing, heigho! In apron and mob-cap as white as the snow.
Soon will the church bells go pealing and ringing, Soon will the Charity Children go singing Into the church where the wreaths are all twining,, Where lilies and roses are blooming and shining; Where the rich autumn light through the windows is streaming,
Till old ad young faces light up with its beaming. In apron and mob-cap as white as the snow, There sit the Charity Children, heigho!




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LEARNING TO WRITE,
ILLUSTRATION BY MISS DICKENS. Our Mabel has her lessons to learn Her sister's her teacher, who fondly
and to write, guides her hand
Though the wind's in the west, and And makes her the very best writer
the sun's shining bright in the land.




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THE FOX AND DUCKS.

OH, you sly and cunning fellow, For mischief always mellow; Don't you wish now, the ducks were near, Swimming in the water clear? Then you would the branches drop, And upon them you would flop; Then such a scrimmage there would be, Which the ducks don't wish to see.




THE BEE.
OH I busy bee, Each seems to know
On wing so free, Both where to go,
Yet all in order true; And what it has to do.




THE SPELLING LESSON.
OW, pussy, you must be real good,
And learn to spell like me;
When I say, "Pussy, what is this ? You must say, "That is C." (C-a-t.)




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THE TWO PETS.
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Tins pretty dog was given to me And le told me I must'never forget By uncle, who is now on the sea; To feed and care for my handsome pet




PEDRO AND HIS GUINEA-PIG.

SFE this pretty lit .e boy with his three guinea-pigs. He is ever so far away from home : and when you speak to him, he only nods and smiles and says, "Si, Signor." Poor little fellow! his father died when he

was very young; and his mother being very poor, he left his beautiful Savoy to try and earn some money for his old mother, by showing off his pets, and playing on a little organ.




The sheep, all the while, were many a mile
From where the poor child was stopping; Afar on the hill, at their own sweet will,
The grass they were greedily cropping.
She thought she could hear, it seemed quite near,
The noise of the sheep in the meadow;
But when the sound stopped, on the grass she dropped,
And played in the sunshine and shadow.




FOLLOW THE LEADER.
FOLLOW the leader, now follow the lead So thiink the otners, as, with upwarr' glance, Such a very bold sheep is this indeed- They see the sheep to the ship advanoe.




PUPPIES AND TORTOISE.
- SIGHT most strange and wonderful Three little puppies sawA creature out of* shell of horn
Popped out a head and claw.




THE FIRST VALENTINE.

AT-TAT at the door!
Here 2re valentines There is one fbr Harry aiid And a big one for girlie,

Rat-tat at the door! one, two, three; one for Will, see!




WE will make hay now while We'll not waste a minute,
the sun shines- For the west wind is fair;
We'll not waste a golden
minute 0 the hay-day is rare I
The blue arch to-day no storm shadow The sky is without a brown cloud i1
lines, it.




SPRING.

- LITTLE pale flower, a little pale The children come with a bound %nd a
flower, shout,
All down in the meadow growing: For it is a gladsome meeting
Oh, children dear, the spring is
here, Not the fairest rose in summer that bon
And darksome winter is going. Will get so joyous a greeting




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PLAYING AT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
MAPRCiH, little people, on you go; Freddy and Johnny, and Robin and Put down your foot, and each point Nell,
your top, Nursev comes last witb Baby Bell




THE HOBBY HORSE.

HAD a little hobby horse, And it was dapple gray ; Its head was made of pea straw,
Its tail was made of hay.

I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat ; And I'll not sing my song again, Without a new coat.




MRS. BUNNY AND FAMILY.
SEEF the rabbits b)oth young and old, A merry family I've been told, Frolicking o'er the grass so green, The happiest family ever was seen. Something has just alarmed them here, And soon they'll scamper off with fear. I hope it's not -some ugly gun, To come and spoil their family fun.




HARRY'S SUM.

"Tis difficult sum won't come right!"
Cried poor little Harry one day; "I wish I might put it aside, And go out with Alfy to play."

"No, no! cried his master, who heard;
" That won't do at all, my dear boy; While Alfred was hard at his work, I saw you at play with a toy" )




OW, upon Syria's land of roses, Of the wild bees of Palestine,
Softly the light of eve reposes ; Banqueting through the flowery vales; And then the mingling sounds And, Jordan, those sweet banks of
that come thine,
Of shepherds' ancient reed, with bum And woods so full of nightingales.