• TABLE OF CONTENTS
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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Preface
 Dedication
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 At the fireside
 A Christmas song - May's New Year's...
 Beautiful snow
 Queer umbrellas
 The grebe - Singing fishes
 Dear little innocents
 Coasting in Russia
 Freddie's dog
 Miracles
 "Heart's content"
 Teaching Kitty A, B, C
 God's works and man's works
 Tale of a cat
 Winter scenes
 Thanksgiving
 Kindness to animals
 Afraid of spiders
 How the story grew
 Summer in the country
 The farmer's boy
 "Still waters"
 The sea and its wonders
 "The poor thing"
 Big trees of California
 A word to boys
 Where there's a will there's a...
 Be kind to the aged
 The road to school
 Grandma - The child's prayer
 June
 Baby's first kiss - The right...
 "That blessed boy!"
 Round the Christmas tree
 Where sugar comes from
 Little helpers
 Kitty-wink
 The osprey
 The best book
 Butterflies are pretty things
 Frozen out
 The dropped stitch
 The Laplander at home
 Our flowers
 "Jesus, lover of my soul" - God...
 Birds as masons
 The chicken's mistake
 Little puss
 The juvenile hunter
 The four T's
 The little carpenter
 The family
 Fishing by the brook
 Weavers
 My tame squirrel
 The village schoolmaster
 How big?
 The nautilus - My forest frien...
 Parrots
 The three kittens
 The blood horse
 Winter
 Advertising
 Back Cover






Group Title: Buds from every clime : containing choice selections of stories, sketches, and poems for children and youth
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Title: Buds from every clime containing choice selections of stories, sketches, and poems for children and youth
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 29 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sperry & Swedberg ( Publisher )
Publisher: Sperry & Swedberg
Place of Publication: Battle Creek Mich
Publication Date: 1887
 Subjects
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Michigan -- Battle Creek
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Statement of Responsibility: over one hundred illustrations.
General Note: Full page illustrations are tinted.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055378
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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oclc - 69242767

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Title 1
        Title 2
    Preface
        Unnumbered ( 7 )
    Dedication
        Dedication
    Table of Contents
        Contents
    List of Illustrations
        List, Illustrations
    At the fireside
        Page 1
    A Christmas song - May's New Year's wish
        Page 2
    Beautiful snow
        Page 3
    Queer umbrellas
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    The grebe - Singing fishes
        Page 7
    Dear little innocents
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Coasting in Russia
        Page 10
    Freddie's dog
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Miracles
        Page 13
        Page 14
    "Heart's content"
        Page 15
    Teaching Kitty A, B, C
        Page 16
        Page 17
    God's works and man's works
        Page 18
    Tale of a cat
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Winter scenes
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Thanksgiving
        Page 23
    Kindness to animals
        Page 24
    Afraid of spiders
        Page 25
    How the story grew
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Summer in the country
        Page 29
    The farmer's boy
        Page 30
    "Still waters"
        Page 31
    The sea and its wonders
        Page 32
    "The poor thing"
        Page 33
    Big trees of California
        Page 34
    A word to boys
        Page 35
    Where there's a will there's a way
        Page 36
    Be kind to the aged
        Page 37
    The road to school
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Grandma - The child's prayer
        Page 40
    June
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Baby's first kiss - The right road
        Page 43
    "That blessed boy!"
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    Round the Christmas tree
        Page 48
    Where sugar comes from
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Little helpers
        Page 53
        Page 54
    Kitty-wink
        Page 55
    The osprey
        Page 56
        Page 57
    The best book
        Page 58
    Butterflies are pretty things
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Frozen out
        Page 61
    The dropped stitch
        Page 62
        Page 63
    The Laplander at home
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Our flowers
        Page 67
        Page 68
    "Jesus, lover of my soul" - God on the ocean
        Page 69
    Birds as masons
        Page 70
        Page 71
    The chicken's mistake
        Page 72
    Little puss
        Page 73
    The juvenile hunter
        Page 74
    The four T's
        Page 75
    The little carpenter
        Page 76
        Page 77
    The family
        Page 78
    Fishing by the brook
        Page 79
        Page 80
    Weavers
        Page 81
    My tame squirrel
        Page 82
    The village schoolmaster
        Page 83
    How big?
        Page 84
    The nautilus - My forest friends
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Parrots
        Page 88
        Page 89
    The three kittens
        Page 90
    The blood horse
        Page 91
    Winter
        Page 92
    Advertising
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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When the rich are wealthy beyond their wealth,
And the poor are rich in spirits and health,
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OVER ONE HUNDRED ILLUSTRATIONS.




PUBLISHED BY
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UR daily habits carry in them the BUDS of our future life. All faithful
and true living tends to strengthen and confirm the character. As our
habits and efforts are, so will be our growth. And as what we read
has a powerful influence in the molding of our character, how important
that it should be of the purest kind, such as will develop in us love,
truth, gentleness, patience; in short, all those qualities which constitute the
true beauty and loveliness of an individual, young or old!
The thoughts and sentiments in the volume before you are designed, as its name
intimates, to be developing BUDS in the hearts of the children and youth who may read
them. To this end, such matter has been gleaned as will tend to awaken pure and
noble thoughts, and to inspire the youth to make the best possible use of their time
and God-given privileges. Many of the pieces contain also interesting information
about wonderful things that exist in nature.
The illustrations are designed, not only to interest the young, but also to excite
in them, and in others who may glance through this book, a love and taste for the
beautiful in art and nature. Many of the pictures are gems of art, and have not
before appeared in American print, being recently imported from Europe.
We trust the truths and sentiments that the youth will receive from a perusal
of this volume may become, in their hearts, developing BUDS which shall blossom into
a noble character, and finally yield fruit unto eternal life.
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BDEDICATION,


With cheerfulness we dedicate
This Buds from Every Clime"
To every child and every youth
Of this and future time.
We trust the BUDs that you may pluck
Will flourish in your heart,
And blossom into noble deeds,
To win "the better part."















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POETRY. The Little Carpenter.
A Christmas Song. The Family.
May's New Year's Wish. Fishing by the Brook.
Beautiful Snow. A Bird's Nest.
Dear Little Innocents. What the Minutes Say.
Miracles. My Tame Squirrel.
" Heart's Content." The Village Schoolmaster.
Teaching Kitty A, B, C. How Big?
Summer in the Country. Kitties.
The Farmer's Boy. Winter.
"Still Waters."
SKETCHES and STORIES.
"The Poor Thing."
Winter Scenes. Queer Umbrellas.
Thanksgiving. The Grebe.
Kindness to Animals. Singing Fishes.
Baby's First Kiss. Coasting in Russia.
The Right Road. Freddie's Dog.
The Log Horse. Council of Crows.
Round the Christmas Tree. How the Story Grew.
Little Helpers. The Sea and Its Wonders.
Kitty-Wink. God's Works and Man's Works.
The Best Book. Tale of a Cat.
Butterflies are Pretty Things. Afraid of Spiders.
The Road to School. "That Blessed Boy!"
Grandma. Where Sugar Comes From.
The Child's Prayer. After a Snow-Fall.
June. The Osprey.
Frozen Out. Big Trees of California.
The Dropped Stitch. A Word to Boys.
Our Flowers. Where There's a Will There's a Way,
"Jesus, Lover of My Soul." Be Kind to the Aged.
God on the Ocean. Who is Lovely?
The Chicken's Mistake. The Laplander at Home.
Little Puss. Weavers.
The Juvenile Hunter. The Nautilus.
The Four T's. Birds as Masons.




























FULL-PAGE COLORED PLATES.




Childhood Days,-Frontispiece. Bear River, Maine.
At the Fireside. Scene from Nature.
Mountain Scenery in Norway. Partridges.
In the Woods. How the Story Grew.
Niagara Falls. Winter Scene.
"A Shaded Nook." The Bridge of Planks.
The Old Mill. "Who Said Rats?"
Big Trees in California. Good Morning.




















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come Tangled curls from off her face,
With oceans of Noiselessly she found her way
goodies and toys. Where her mother sleeping lay.
Wake up wake Happy New Year, mother dear !"
up the chiming Breathed she in the loved one's ear;
bells "Happy New Year, pa, for you !
Proclaim our fes- Little baby brother, too
tive joys."
Quickly then her eyes of blue
From cellar to attic the riot begins; ery, very thoughtful grew;
Up and down, up aid down, their voices ring, Then she drew close to the bed,
Their bright eyes glance, their sweet lips meet, And in softest accents said,
And over and over the song they sing: "Mother, will not Jesus listen
If I send one up to heaven ?"
SAh jolly Old Santa, you've come once again
With gifts for your girls and your boys hen the mother gave assent,
We greet you, we love you, we speed you away n the low she bnt
For millions are waiting your joys !" And exclaimed with. joy absorbed-
Wish you Happy New Year, Lord "
Shout on, happy hearts, hearts pure as the snow; Then she said, with beaming brow,-
Shout on, for the years their measures will bring, "I'll be good the whole year now;
For the bright eyes tears, for the sweet lips sighs,
That I know's the only way
But now, oh, merrily, joyfully sing:
To make Him happy every day."
"Santa has come again, Santa has come Little children, would n't you
The silvery bells are ringing; Like to make Him happy too ?
We'll crown him with holly and mistletoe, Then you must, like little May,
And greet him with merry singing Be good children every day.
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T THE snow, the beautiful snow, 0 the snow, the beautiful snow !
- Filling the sky and the earth below! -low the flakes gather and laugh as they gP!
Over the house-tops, over the street, Whirling about in its maddening fun,
c Over the heads of the people you meet, It' plays in its glee with every one.
Dancing, Chasing,
Flirting, Laughing,
Skimming along, Hurrying by, .
Beautiful snow it can do nothing wrong. It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye;
Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek; And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,
Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak; Snap at the crystals that eddy around.
Beautiful snow from the heavens above, The town is alive, and its heart is aglow,
Pure as an angel and fickle as love To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.









OULER JUMBRELLA\S.

rI-E first umbrella was built in the night. before men used them. Even to-day, one of
SWhen and where, nobody knows; but it the prettiest is that worn by the umbrella
vwas years and years ago. Possibly you think bird of South America. The plume-like par-
it was of little use if only a toad's umbrella." asol of the gray squirrel, as he sits eating his































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little parasols for thousands of years. As for head twenty-four umbrellas, all on one central
plants, the palm, toad-stool, and umbrella handle.
tree are but a few of the many that follow It is only a little over a hundred years
the fashion. since the English people considered it a very
Nature's umbrellas are better made than silly thing for a man to carry an umbrella, no
man's. They are strong, pretty, and last matter how hard it rained. Ladies carried
during the owner's life- them, but for a man to do
time. They never are fs o ev e r y one thought
lost or stolen, and s i would be as ridiculous as
though a strong wind if he wore a lady's dress
may break them down, it or a bonnet.
rarely turns them inside One m a n, however,.
out. The umbrella birds, whose name was Jonas
trees, and fishes are never Hanway, did not like to
caught in a shower with- get wet, and cared little
out protection; and if one what people said, so one
of them possesses a dam- day he appeared in the
aged umbrella, he never street holding an umbrella:
leaves it in his neigh- over his head. And what
bor's hall and goes away a commotion it caused!:
with a better one. In- Boys ran, shouted, and
stead, he polishes it up jeered. Men laughed,.
as nicely as possible, and women and girls giggled.
is as proud as if it were But what cared Jonas Z
the best make in the for- He was dry. They were
est. In all the books we wet. Let them laugh.
have read, we have found Before long other men
no case of an absent-
minded umbrella bird, began to carry umbrel-
las. Then people
tree, or fish.
From pictures left on laughed at them..
the pillars and walls in But more and
Egypt, we know that the
ancient kings and nobles
possessed these most use-
ful articles. Then among
the Asiatic peoples, the
Chinese, Japanese, and
Burmese, came the stiff-
looking parasols of paper and feathers, orna- more it became the custom, till now for a gen-
mented with pictures of strange birds and tleman not to own an umbrella is as strange
beasts. In Burmah a man of rank is known as it was then.for Jonas Hanway to carry one.
by the number of umbrellas he may carry. If all the umbrellas that are made each year
The king is the "lord of twenty-four um- in, the United States were placed in a row,.
brellas," and in the pictures which represent allowing three feet of space for each, they
him sitting in state, there are held over his would make a procession 3,000 miles long.























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HE REBE.


T HE grebe is related to the duck. It has a most beautiful kind of grebe is found in
long bill, and its short legs are placed so Siberia.
far back that when it is on land, it has to The grebe builds its nest right on the sur-
stand almost erect, so as not to topple over. face of the water. When it sits on the nest it
can reach one foot out into
the water and use it as a
paddle, and row around from
place to place among the sea-
flags. Sometimes a great
many floating plants become
attached to the nest, so that
the whole together looks like
a-little floating island. The
grebe is very good- to its
young.

SINGINGG FISHES.
IT is generally supposed
that fishes cannot make any
aud iblenoise; but there are
exceptions to this rule. One
kind of fish utters a cry
when taken from the water,
and another kind wails like a
child. But what do you
think of a fish that can sing ?
A traveler was one day
reclining on the sea-shore,
when suddenly he heard
singing as if coming from a
distance. He looked all
around him to see if he could
find the singer, but saw no
one except a man in a boat.
He asked him if he heard
-anything. "Yes, sir," an-
swered the boatman, I hear
a fish singing." This fish is
called the siren."
Its wings are also so small that it cannot fly These musical fishes begin to sing at sun-
very well, and it can swim much better than set, and keep on singing during the night.
it can walk. The feathers of its breast are They are not very timid, and will continue
very fine, being hard and glossy like satin. their music, even if people are standing by
rThey are used for muffs and tippets. The to listen.






































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DEAR little innocents, God's blue spread over them,
Born in the wildwood; God's green beneath them,
Oh, that all little ones No sweeter heritage
Had such a childhood -Could we bequeath them.

















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6ASTING IN RUSSIA.

WANT to tell you about some of the week, business stops, and merchants and bus-
good times that the little boys and girls iness men join in the sport.
Sin St. Petersburg have-a merrier time In the door-yards of the rich, ice-hills are
than you have at Christmas, because it often built, where the children can slide down
lasts for a whole week. I was going to hill as much as they wish. Sometimes the
:say, for a whole long week, but it is all too slides are built inside the houses; and, then,
short to suit the instead of ice, they
little Russians. i u s e polished ma-
This good time -b__ hogany wood to
-comes in February, slide on.
and it is called the i The next morn-
" butte r week." ing after the feast
All around St. ends, the gay
Petersburg the _rs square looks
country is flat and gloomy e enough,
-often marshy. i and so do the peo-
There is not even ple-; for now they
a high mound, and -n, ll a are to have a seven
the little people weeks' fast. The
have no place for square is all cov-
-coasting. So just ered over with
before "butter boards and rubbish
week" comes, the strewn about in
fathers and broth- tearing down the
ers put up some buildings, and the
hills of stout beams workmen are qui-
.and planks. The etly clearing things
slide is covered -- up. All through
with cakes of ice, the seven weeks,
and the whole is the Russian mother
cemented together uses oil instead of
with water, that &butter in her cook-
freezes as fast as ing, and allows no
it falls on the ice. The hills are built facing meat, except a little fish, to be eaten in her
*each other. They are very steep at the start, house. You may be sure the children do not
.so that the sledges go a long way after they like the fast very well.
reach the level. On the first morning of the The Russians are very strict in their fasts.
week the fun begins. Rich and poor, nobles I suppose they hope in this way to make up
a-d peasants, old and young, all take part in for their sins. But no amount of good deeds
the sport together. Toward the close of the will atone for wrong long. w. '. L.










FREDDIE'S B0G.

HEN Freddie was six years old, his Freddie taught him a great many tricks..
Uncle gave him a little black and white Of course he could shake hands, roll over,.
puppy. It was so bright and playful, and stand up in the corner on his hind legs
and Freddie took such good care of it, that and beg. He would swim out into the water,
it soon became a great pet, and grew to be and bring back sticks that Freddie had thrown
..._..in, and he thought
0- it was rare sport;
but he could not
be coaxed to go af-
ter a stofie when.
that was thrown in..
He would shake his.
head, and wag his-
tail, as if to say, I
know better than
IN that, sir."
But the cutest.
trick, he taught.
himself. One very
rainy day, the door--
bell rang, and when
-..-- Freddie's mamma
went to the door,.
wondering who,
_could- be out in
such a storm, whom.
do you think she.
_. found?-Guess.
He had got tired of
staying all alone,.
for it was too wet
for his little master
to play out doors,.
and so he took this.
way to get in. He.
took in his mouth,
.... the knob attached
to the bell-wire, andI
a large, fine dog. It was a shepherd dog, pulled it just as he had seen others do: At
and was quite shaggy, and you can't guess first, mamma would hardly believe it, and
what Freddie called him, although I've told thought some one must be hiding around
his name already, as the old riddles say. the corner; but she shut him out again and:
Well, his name was Guess. Is n't that funny ? then watched, and so found out all about it.







FREDDIE]'S DOG.

She thought this was so cute that she let him fast as before. They reached the low stone
in; but after that he bothered her so much fence at the foot of the orchard safely at last;
by ringing it that he had to be punished to but alas, right under the first tree, in a shady
break him of it. nook, lay an old barrel and a board Now I
When he was very thirsty, he used to turn hear you say, "What of that ?" Why, do n't.
the faucet in the kitchen sink; but as he you know that a barrel and a board make the-
could never turn it back, the water sometimes best kind of a teeter?
ran all over the kitchen floor; so he was soon Let's stop and teeter just a minute, Guess.-
taught that this was very wrong, and that he We won't stay long, and- then we'll hurry
must ask when he wanted a drink. To do home all the faster," said Freddie.
this, he would put his fore paws on the edge Now he knew, just as well as you or I, that
of the sink and whine, he ought not to stop; but then-I think.
Freddie said he would rather play with him he was just like some other little boys whom
than with a boy, and that they never quar- I know. Do you know of any?
reled. I suppose He set the bas--
that was because ket on the ground,
Freddie could and put the board
always h a ve his o ver the barrel,
own way. .Guess Then Gues s
would draw his jumped on one
sled in the winter, end, and he got
and his cart in the on the other, and
summer. He what a nice time
could catch a ball they did have i
almost as good as Teeter, tawter,
Anybody, but he Bread and water,"
could no t throw sang Freddie: but
it. He could play just then a tiny
"teeter," too; and squirrel ran along
I must tell you the top of the
what happened one day when Freddie did not stone wall, and quick as a flash Guess sprang
mind his mother. after him, and sent Freddie sprawling on the-
It was baking day, and mamma was almost ground. The fall was quite hard; but the.
ready to make a nice cake, when she found worst of it all the basket tipped over, and all
out that she did n't have any eggs. So she but two of the eggs were cracked, while three
called Freddie, and giving him a little basket, of them were broken outright.
told him to go over to the store and get her a It was a very sorry little boy that went
dozen. "And do n't stop to play, for I am in home with the basket of broken eggs. How
a great hurry," she said. he wished he had minded his mother! But
Freddie and Guess hurried along, Guess he was a brave little boy, too; for he did n't
carrying the basket, and soon reached the tell any wrong stories about it.
store. The clerk counted out twelve large, And mamma forgave him, I'm sure, because-
white eggs, and back they started. The I know she would rather he would break a&
weather was warm, and Freddie was warm, dozen dozen eggs than to tell a lie. I think.
and I think Guess was warm, too. Perhaps Freddie felt better than if he had to!d a lie;.
this w;i t!he reason they did n't walk qlite as do n't you? s. I. M.







The softest of down and the brightest of eyes,
And so big-why, the shell wasn't half its size.

Tom gave a long whistle. "Mamma, now I-see
That an egg is a chicken-though the how beats me;
An egg is n't a chicken, that I know and declare,
Yet an egg is a chicken-see the proof of it there.
Nobody can tell
How it came in that shell;
Once out, all in vain
Would I pack it again.
I think'tis a miracle, mamma mine,
As much as that. of the water and wine."

MIRACLES. Mamma kissed her boy. It may be that we try
" AN egg a chicken Do n't tell me Too much reasoning about things, sometimes, you
SI For did n't I break an egg to see? and 1;
'There was nothing inside but a yellow ball- There are miracles wrought each day for our eyes,
With a bit of mucilage round it all- That we see without seeing and feeling surprise
Neither beak nor bill, And often we must
Nor toe nor quill, Even take on trust
Nor even a feather What we cannot explain
To hold it together; Very well again.
Not a sign of life could any one see. But from the flower to the seed, from the seed to the
_An egg a chicken You can't fol1 me flower,
'T is a world of miracles every hour."
"An egg a chicken! Did n't I pick
Up the very shell that had held the chick-
So they said; and did n't I work half a day
To pack him in where he could n't stay ?
Let me try as I please, @ UN IL F RO WS .
With squeeze after squeeze
There is scarce space to meet
His head and his feet IN the northern parts of Scotland and
No room for any of the rest of him- so in the Faroe Islands extraordinary meetings
That egg never held a chicken, I know." of crows are occasionally known to occur.
Mamma heard the logic of her little man, They collect in great numbers, as if they
Felt his trouble, and helped him as mothers can! had been all summoned for the occasion; a
'Took an egg from the nest-it was smooth and few of the flock sit with drooping heads, and
round ; othe f drp hes
"Now, my boy, can you tell me what makes this others seem as grave as judges, while others
sound ? again are exceedingly active and noisy; in the
Faint and low, tap, tap; course of about an hour, they disperse, and it
Soft and slow, rap, rap; i- not uncommon, after they have flown away,
Sharp and quick, to find one or two left dead on the spot.
"HLike a prisoner's pick." Dr. Edmonston, in his work on the Shetland
"Here it peep, inside there" cried Tom with a
shout'; Isles, says that these meetings will sometimes
-"How did it get in ? and how can it get out?" continue for a day or two before the object,
*Tom was eager to help-he could break the shell, whatever it may be, is completed. Crows
Mamma smiled, and said, "All's well that ends well; continue to arrive from. all quarters during the
Be patient awhile yet, my boy:" Click, click, session. As soon as they have all arrived, a
And out popped the bill of a dear little chick. very general noise ensues, and shortly after,
No room had it lacked,
ThNo room hadnug it was packed the whole fall upon one or two individuals and

There it was all complete put them to death; when this execution has
From its head to its feet. been performed, they quietly disperse.




















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"HEART'S ( NT IENT."

VER the frozen pond they glide, Two rollicking lads are her prancing span,
With cheeks and eyes. aglow; And Rover is her true footman ;
Carrie is taking her first sleigh-ride- A happier heart find me who can ;
The first since the fall of snow. The secret is soon told:
No flashing sleigh with its swan-like swells,
No prancing horse with its silvery bells, A little cottage queen is she,
No liveried footman homage tells, Her realm is poor and bare,
No courtiers praise bestow. But no proud queen across the sea
Possesses gems so fair ;
Her sleigh's an upturned kitchen chair, For Carrie has found a contented heart
Splint-bottomed, worn, and old, And it seems it has the magical art,
And for a robe of costly fur, Of finding, in even poverty's smart
An apron's scanty fold ; Some blessing rich and rare.-S M.















































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How you can say your A, B, C; H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Now pay attention well to me, Q, R, S, T, U, W, V,
And I will hear your E, F, G, X, Y, Z, & Oh, dear me,
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TALE OF A 6AT,

A LADY who was a great lover of pets, family carriage horse, Betsey. Perhaps this
once told the following "tale of a cat" :- accounts for the remarkable affection which ex-
Some of the most pleasant as well as amusing isted between the two, for they were ever the
recollections of my childhood, circle around most devoted friends. When one would call,



































the memory of a fine large tiger cat that must the other would answer, and often we children
have appeared upon the scene of action about would amuse ourselves imitating the one to
the same time as myself; at least I cannot re- deceive the other.
member the time when it did not exist. They In the morning, Tiger would greet Betsey
said it first saw lighting the manger of the old with a gentle rub of his soft coat against her







TALE OF A OAT.

head, and once was discovered
making her a morning offering of -: "
a poor little field mouse he had
caught. Though Betsey could "
not accept it, she showed her ap-
preciation of his good will, by al-
lowing him a warm resting-place on lir I.,lnk ,. hlLnl-
in cold weather.
Father was an old-time Methodist l.i'renii.-. ,1' v:. h e.i- _-
and though a very grave, austere nun. \vwas as l .il Tir'
fond of pets as the rest of us. He hId tou.t \ i nt. Eu -
Tiger many tricks, among which \v\i. tli-tt :ot re.'ajrllt the oithlier
jumping over his arm, even when hiM sItrnihlit ta ;- iiitii,:ler.
out from the shoulder. In those days .Ihurc:, t la st Ti.ZHeri
were few, and meetings used to b'e Iel] f1ro:nm i.: ,i -s
house to house. One quarterly meetin-i it ),. uite cr:i's tI: i
came our turn. Father was pre.,_hinii, ainl st ria er esl:'e-
exhorting to greater diligence, while Ti-.er r.' i ,tiall tl--se le di. .id. -
dined on a mat near.by. As fatl.r \\:irme'l n. t like. This
up to his subject, he began to gesti,:ult,-. an-.ii.l in, [ Ii e ike ot' fm-
Tiger sat up erect. Now was hi- tLime ,e l h: i :l h .i 111 -ler. w ho ."
thought, and when father threw out li- l; ,:ter, t h. rle t i Im:ke a *l
again, Tiger made a -spring and c:ile'iar-l li. i -, te te i us i:hill,.sn
arm at a single bound. The effe'.t ;was irri:- s l as suh a favor
S in a he was such a fLavoite / sistible, and I am afraid the sermon made but
little impression that day. Occasionally he with father, we entertained no
would mount on father's back during family fears. However, he carried his threat into
prayer, eyeing us all demurely, much to the execution on one of his trips to the steam-boat
detriment of our sobriety, landing on the river, three miles distant. He
One summer Tiger got in the notion of com- took Tiger in a bag, but thought he was so old
ing to school nearly every afternoon. The as not to warrant throwing the bag in with
little country school-house was a half-mile dis- him, so threw Tiger in the river as far as he
tant, and if we were watching, we could see could from the wharf, and came away.
him coming zigzag .on the top rails of the Many were our lamentations when he
fence, his tail waving above him. He needed reached home, and boasted to us what he had
no invitation, but if the door was open, he done. We all cried ourselves to sleep that
walked right in; if not, he set up such a howl- night, while father was so vexed that he dis-
ing that the teacher gladly opened it. Then missed the man at once. But in the morning,
he would walk to our seat, lie down on the when we opened the back door, there, sitting
desk, and doze till school let out, when he sedately on the well-curb opposite, was Tiger.
walked home with us. This came to be such Our joy was then as great as our sorrow had
a common occurrence that it excited no corn- been. Father said Tiger had earned a new
ment, and the children regularly saved him lease of life, and I think he was granted it;
some delicacy from their lunch-baskets. His for he outlived all his teeth, and nearly both
visits were more welcome than those of his eyes.-,s i.








WINTER. $ ENES,

H URRA -I! hurrah the children cry, No thought of winter's bitter cold,
The echoes linger long, Winds whistling in the trees,
The fire of youth in every eye, Could daunt a spirit half so bold,
Upon e:ch lip a song. Or check such hearts as these.

















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The frost is glistening on the snow, Let those who sigh for warmer days,
And ice in'every stream; And say that winter's drear,
On each dear face a ruddy glow, Their voices join with ours in praise,
1trigl as an artist's drenm. And welcome winter here.










































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KINDNESS TO ANIMALS.

-' OM silk-worms and from lambs and sheep He never gave them leave to tease
We get our wool and silk; A kitten or a dove;
The ducks and hens andcows we keep So cruel children will offend
To give us eggs and milk. The God who reigns above.








































But though God made the flocks and herds For we should kindly use them all,
In kindness for our use, And think of every plan
He never gave the beasts and birds To make each little animal
To children to abuse. As happy as we can.








S .spun the bag herself. When
: it burst open, ever so many
"" tiny baby, spiders tumbled
S. out, like birds from a nest,
.... and ran along with her.
Perhaps you did not know
.. "i. that the spider can spin and

n d she sews leaves together
for her summer house."
What a queer thing a
I.: spider is -" said Carrie, be-
i ginning to forget her dislike.
S"Yes ; and she has a queer
sister in England, who makes
C," FP'" ID- a'I i':i- t a iini tl,-ats on pools of water upon it in
l ,I- ai ,.hi ':' fli .- for the family, who live under
"F'I G V lEera i, :11 :living-bell which she weaves her-

o ("_ I'.f.:ia : j.iii"n l s ftom, th e ..IliH I would like to see her! "
i e.,h thrt Ri.. le you would rather see the one in
iei, Ii lo the \Veo t Indies who digs a hole in the earth.
th othre tdayr aehe slie grte. oTh,
lines it with silk of her own making, and
r,: 11 ,. h.,t t1u I ,.
!itj ii ,1,_:.r t, it, which opens and closes when
twle f:, j il) ,-. in and out."
ti- s 1 -u t N l,. e." :i.l Carrie, "how delightful!"
-TIi-- hiae ,ei.it hi A I, t; I would be afraid of the inmates."
SPe, lbis not, now that I know their family
i -]r I1. alt ayV bei i l i r0.

(.a C 'r,'i,:.

They are very fond of
music," added her mother.
"I shall never dare to sing again, for fear %
they'll be spinning down to listen."
"They can tell you if the weather is to be
fine or not. If it is going to storm, they spin
a short thread; if it will be clear, they spin a
long one." -
That's funny."
"They are an odd family," Aunt Nellie
went on. I saw one on the window pane
the other day. She carried a little gray bag L ,
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HOW THE STORY GREW.







Hew THE $TORY QR-EW


UCH a pleasant walk as Lottie and Eva and my mamma lets ime play with her, too."
had, going to the little red school- "Well," returned Eva, with a toss of her
house on the hill! The path ran
down the road past a rambling old white
.farm-house, :then across a meadow lot
and through a strip of woods. They
-liked best the -place where 'the meadow lot and
the woods :met, for -on, either side of the path
lay a large old stone that made a fine seat;
and here they stopped to rest one beautiful
.dayin.late October. ;Eva:threw her little dog-
eared spelling-book down on the grass, and
.leaning her elbows -on -her knees, said in an
earnest tone, "I shouldn't think, Lottie Brown,
you'd go with Lucy Miller any more. If you
knew all about -her that I know" -and -Eva




head," I do n't care if she does. I would n't
play with a thief! "
"With a thief! echoed Lottie, every rib-
bon on her straw sun-hat quivering avith hor-
ror at the idea.
"Yes; with a thief," said Eva boldly. She
stole the teacher's beautiful pearl penknife.
Now what do you think of that for anybody
that makes believe she's so good ?"
"I just do n't believe it at all," said Lottie;
"and I'd like to know how you knew it."
': Well, I was behind the entry door; and I
heard Miss Gray ask Jennie IHallern if she had
seen anything of her knife; and Jennie said,
'No '; and Miss Gray said she was very sorry
to lose it, for it was a birthday present; and
the last time she used it was at her desk
when Lucy came to sharpen her pencil. And
so of course she took it," concluded Eva.
"I do n't think that proves anything," said
paused to see what effect her words ,were Lottie; nobody saw her take it."
having. "Well," said Eva, stooping over to pick up
"Why, Eva:Stone,"-said Lottie-in surprise, her spelling-book, before going on her way to
Lucy is just-exactly as good a girl as you are, school, "you need n't believe it if you do n't
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H O T S T 0 RY G R E \V.

But this one didn't begin as they usually
did. She only told them of two old women
she knew, who lived in the same door-yard
for ten years, and never spoke a pleasant
w t word together in all that time, because one
want to. But of them had said some hard things about
I am not going the other one; and how this old woman who
S to play with a thief had such an unruly tongue had made so
or. anybody that much trouble between this neighbor and a
goes with one," and very dear friend that it had ended in a law-
Sshe walked on alone suit. And then Miss Gray dismissed them
toward the school- without saying any more.
house. As Eva passed her teacher to say "good
Now Lottie was night," she saw that she had her pretty pen-
much distressed at the knife in her hand. Then she guessed why
thought of having Eva Miss Gray had told them about the two
angry at her, for Eva old women. Miss Gray noticed Eva's flushed
was a favorite at school, face, and asked her to stay after the rest
and Lottie was anxious went home. Then she 'talked to her kindly,
to have her for a friend, and Eva told her all about the matter.
So, like s o m e older "I am very sorry," said Miss Gray, when
folks, she forsook Lucy, Eva had ceased sobbing, that you have
and ran to overtake been so hasty in judging Lucy; and if I were
Eva and make up. you, I would own my wrong to the others and
At recess she went ask Lucy's forgiveness."
off to play with some
of the other girls, and would
not notice Lucy at all. There
s. t was a great deal of whisper-
ing, with sly nods toward
Lucy, who could not for a
moment imagine what had
happened. Things went on
this way for nearly a week,
and she was left out of all
the games and merry-making.
The teacher noticed that something was
wrong, though she could not find out what Eva promised she would do it the next
it was. But one day she happened to over- morning; and Miss Gray said, as she rose to
hear Lottie and Eva talking under the win- go, There is one verse in the Bible it would
dow. "Ah! said Miss Gray, with a sigh of do us all good to remember, 'A whisperer sep-
relief, "this explains matters." So when arateth chief friends.' "-w. E. L.
school was done, and the books put away not a child so small and weak,
for the night, she said she would tell them But has his little cross to take,
a story. There was a little rustle of satis- His little work of praise and love
faction, for Miss Gray's stories were delightful. Which he may do for Jesus' sake.





















































'"UMMER N THE 88UNTRY.

QWEET.are the hours of summer, They float the dreamy hours away
v.5 Sweeter its many joys, And fish from the rippling brook.
And to none do they come complete
Than to farmers' girls and boys. TWhen the cows. come home in the twilight,
And the stars begin to peep,
They scatter the fresh-cut clover, They seek the low, gabled farm-house,
They ride on the loads of hay, And live o'er their joys in sleep.
And gather blue-bells and golden-rod
That border the dusty way. Oh, Time may steal our treasures,
But its theft of theirs is vain,
Or, tired of their woodland rambles, For the scent of fresh-cut clover
And moored in a shady nook, Will bring them back again._-s. I.









tE FARMER'S BOY.

I KNOW my hands and face arle brown, My pants are patched, my cap is torn,
But I am strong and spry; There's smut upon my nose;
You cannot find in all the town 3My muddy shoes are badly worn-
A happier boy than 1. They laugh at both the toes.
My mother makes a suit for
me
That I can soon destroy,
-_--_`- I But it is always fun to be
-..- A lively farmer's boy !


I love the mountains grand
and steep,
They make me think of
.God;
The hill-side pastures, where
the sheep
Browse on.the fresh green
sod;
The spreading beech an'd
maple trees,
The squirrels, cute and
coy;
T h e birds, the butterflies,
the bees-
I am a farmer's boy !

I can, with jack-knife, carve:
a, ship,
Or make a whistle shrill';
Can stones upon the river
skip,
Down by the old red, mill;
The tallest trees can nimbly
climb,
Can sing, can shout with.
joy,
Can have a splendid, jolly-
time,
And be a farmer's boy !


With health, with hearty appetite, IF ever you incline to do
With nothing to annoy, Aught false, unkind, or worthy hI:ne,
It is a sweet and true delight First find a spot where God is not,
To be a finmcr's boy. Wherein to do the same.


























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Slips from its carefulness, gives full control
To peace, and heart's-ease blesses all the mellow land.
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iHE EA AND ITS WONDERS.

U ONDERS abound in the ocean. It is small animal building a large island, on which
a world in itself where countless ani-. many thousand people can dwell!: The ocean
mals, insects,, fishes, and plants are is full of just such wonders as this.. We can
found. Many of these are even more beau- look around us anywhere, and find many things
tiful and wonderful than those found on land. that are interesting to study. Let us remem-
Here we find the two extremes in the animal ber Him who made all these things.
world, and are .led to admire the Creator's
power and wisdom in the infinitely great and
the infinitely small.
We have not space here to describe any
of the strange inhabitants of the great deep.
But. we would that we could, allure every
child and youth, as well as older persons, to ex-
plore and study the many charms and won-
ders found in the great book of nature.
There is no study that is so full of interest
as this; and the more we engage in it, the
greater conception we have of God, and the
more we learn to love and adore him.
What are the elephant and the ostrich as
compared with the whale,'the largest fish.in
the ocean ? The whale .is seventy or eighty
feet long when full grown, and can live- as long
as an pak. This is the largest animal found
in the kingdom of nature. When we go to
the opposite extreme, we find animals so very
small that many, many thousands
of them can live and move around
in a single drop of water. A very
powerful microscope is needed, in
order to see them.
You have heard of the great pyr-
amids,' of Egypt. These are one of
the greatest triumphs of man's skill
and power. But in the, ocean we
find a little animal so small that
you can hold it on the
tip of your little finger, .
and yet this animal,
called a polyp, has
built many of the
islands in the Pa-
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"qHE POOR qHINGI"

I WILL not c-tch the httle thing, If when I tried'to get away,
Lest 1 should chance to tear its wing; Would hold me tight and make me stay,
I must not even try. Although it did me harm.
Perhaps one single little touch
Might hurt the fly so very much .I'll watch it creeping down and up,
That the poor thing would die. May be it's looking for my cup
To get a'little treat;
I'm very sure I'd not be pleased I'll put some sugar on my hand,
If anybody rudely seized And then perhaps it thero will stand,
An'd held my arm; And let me see it eat.










































































BIG TREES IN CALIFORNIA.









BIG KREES OF GALIFORNIA,

CALIFORNIA is widely renowned for its If there is a dull one, help him to learn his
giant trees, the largest of which are found lesson.
in the beautiful Yosemite Valley. Some of If there is a bright one, be not envious of
the trees are thought to be over 2,000 years him; for if one boy is proud of his talents,
old. The largest of these trees measure one and another envious of them, there are two
hundred feet in circumference a few feet
above the ground, more than thirty-one
feet in diameter, and grow to a hight of
350 feet. It took five men twenty-five
days of hard labor to cut down one of
these giant trees. On the top of the stub
was erected a building in which the enter-
prising American prints a paper called
the Big Tree Bulletin.
Many of the trees bear marks of a fire
which must have raged over a thousand
years ago. One tree, which seems fresh
and beautiful, has a large open space in
its trunk burned out by fire. This space
is sixteen feet wide and twenty-one and
a half long. Here we have a room large
enough to live in right in the heart of a
living tree. In the hollow trunk of one
of these big trees the space is so large
that three rows of tables can find room
there. It is called the. picnic tree. An-
other tree has a passage-way right through
its center, through which carriages can
pass, as you see in the picture on this
page.

( WORD TO BOYS.
You were made to be kind, boys, gener-
ous, magnanimous.
If there is a boy in school who has a
club foot, don't .let him know you ever
saw it.
If there is a poor boy with ragged
clothes, do n't talk about rags in his hearing. great wrongs, and no more talents than before.
If there is a lame boy, assign him some part If a larger or stronger boy has injured you,
in the game that does n't require running. 4 and is sorry for it; forgive him. All the school
If there is a hungry one, give him part of. will, show by their countenances how much bet-
your dinner,.. ter it is than to have a great fuss.








WHERE iHIERE'S A WILL HERE'S A WAY.

T HERE are not a few young people in the or make a raft, or provide some other way
world, and older ones, too, who desire. an to get across, he just sat down on the bank,
education, but who are too poor to attend and-waited for the river to flow by.
school. On this account many get discour- This is exactly the case with those persons



































aged, and make no effort at all to acquire who long for an education, but make no effort
knowledge. They are like the traveler, who to gain it. They are all the time waiting for
wanted to cross a certain river. He saw no favorable circumstances. Instead of turning
bridge, neither was there any boat at hand; something up, they are waiting for something
and so, instead of going to work to find a boat, to turn up. Should the favorable circum-







WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY.

stances come without any effort on the part prove our minds. Let nothing turn you aside
of those so favored, ten chances to one they from the noble pursuit after knowledge; but
will not amount to anything, because they keep on climbing, climbing the hill of science
have not by constant effort and hard labor ac- until you gain the object of your pursuit.
quired those traits of character which are so ,.
indispensable to success in life; namely, will- T
power and perseverance.
When difficulties arise and the way seems 0 You in whose bounding veins young life
completely hedged up, we should remember yet lingers, and you in the full beauty and
that Where there's a will there's a way." If vigor of manhood, respect the aged. Speak
the youth who seeks an education is not afraid gently, hush the rude laugh, check the idle
to set his hand to any honest work, he may jest, listen to the wisdom which is the voice
find his prospects for success are all the of experience. Cheer him with kindly wqrds,
sprer. We should seek advice encircle him with your strong
from those who are older, but we arm, and lead him as he descends
must also learn to exercise our the western hill of life, the shad-
own judgment and fight our own ows deepening into the night, the
battles as best we can, so that we white hairs upon his temples al-
nay acquire a faculty for devising ready drifting in the cool breeze
ways and means to accomplish -which comes up from the valley
what we undertake. And with of death.
this we must couple unyielding ;
determination and unrelaxing ef- ad A
determination d unrelaxing e- WH is lovely ?-It is the little
fort to carry our plans into suc- girlwho drops gentle words, kind
cessful operation. Then, alone, remarks, and pleasant smiles as
can we expect to reach the goal she passes along; who has a kind
for which we are striving. All word of sympathy for every one
are doubtless familiar with the she meets who is in trouble, and a
story of Franklin, Lincoln, Grant, : kind hand to help her companions
and many others, who midst pov- out of difficulty; who never
erty and adversity rose to rights scolds, never contends, ne ver
of fame and usefulness in the teases her mother, nor seeks in
world. any way to diminish, but always
A great deal of knowledge can to increase, her happiness. Would
be acquired out of school by a not please you to pick up a
it not please you to pick up a
proper use of the golden mo-
er se of the. Magolden mo- Igl string of pearls, drops of gold,
ments of time. Many a great da s s
1 diamonds, or precious stones
man has mastered science after -
which can never be lost? Take
science in this way. We can which can never be lost? Take
spend our spare moments in read- the hand of the friendless. Smile
ing and studying good books, as on the sa and dejected. Sympa-
Franklin did when he was strug- '. '' thi ze with those in trouble.
gling midst poverty and hard, '. -,ri Strive everywhere to diffuse
daily toil to obtain an education. around you sunshine and joy.
Little by little we can thus add to If you do this, you will be sure
our store of knowledge, and im- to be beloved.



































WO little sisters, Maud and May,
Going to school on a bright spring day;

AM Two little sun-bonnets shading their eyes
Bright as the stars in the summer skies.


Over the fields where the daisies grow,
Lately covered with drifting snow;
Past the cot on the green hill-side,
Under the shade of the poplars wide;


Over the bridge, where the waters ran;
Past the hut of the naughty man,"-
Haste, little Maud, and run, little May;
You must be early at school to-day.


Ah! they are stopping to play, I see,
Under the shade of the forest tree.
Why, little Maud, you have lost your book,
Watching the fish in the dancing brook I


See how the minnows' shining eyes
w Gaze at the book in mute surprise.
"Poor little girls they seem to say,
"Why did you stop in the grove to play?

"Do you not know that the good Lord sees
Two naughty girls neathh the shady trees ?
Haste, little Maud, and run, little May,"
These are the words that the fishes say.
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YOUNG ARTISTS.





YOUNG ARTISTS.







.RANDMA. iHe 6HILD'S PRAYER.
NCE I was young like you, my dears, INTo her chamber went
But that was a long time ago, A little girl one day,
Ere the years grew into scores of years, And by a chair she knelt,
Ere the eye was dim, and the step was slow. And thus began to pray:-
Then I was bonny and blithe like you; "Jesus, my eyes I close,
My life-stream sang on a silver bar, Thy form I cannot see;
And growing old was a thing too far If thou art near me, Lord,
To look forward to. I pray thee speak to me."
A still small voice she heard within
her soul-
"What is it, child? I hear thee ; tell
1 the whole."
I pray thee, Lord," she said,
"That thou wilt condescend
To tarry in my heart,
SAnd ever be my friend.
The path of life is dark,
I would not go astray
Oh, let me have thy hand
To lead me in the way."
,"Fear not Iwill not leave thee, child,
alone."
She thought she felt a soft hand press
her own.
-K "They tell me, Lord, that all
The living pass away;
4J. The aged soon must die,
And even children may.
Oh, let my parents live
Till I a woman grow,
For, if they die, what can
A little orphan do?"
'Fear not, my child! Whatever ill
may come,
I'll not forsake thee till I bring
thee home."
Her little prayer was said,
And from her chamber now
Do I wish I- was young like you, my dears, She passed forth with the light
And back' again in the long ago, Of heaven upon her brow.
To empty my life of the fruit of years, "LMother, I've seen the Lord !
And lose the love that I have ? Ah, no! His hand in mine I've felt;
For all is over that might-undo; And oh, I heard him say,
The river is still on its silver bar, As by my chair I knelt,-
And there's sweeter" youth in the land afar F Pear not, my child I Whatever ill may come,
To look forward to. I'll not forsake thee till I bring thee home.' "

















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JUNE.
ITrH sunshine and blossoms and glorious cheer,
The happiest days of the long happy year,
The June days, are here.
0 beautiful month! with attendants so sweet,
With birds and with blossoms all kissing thy feet.
We hasten to greet.
May children as lovingly bow at thy shrine,
And be like the blossoms, as lovingly thine,
In the summer sunshine.


































































MORNING.






Or the lips that now press yours so fondly,
Still damp with the fresh, early dew,
So seemingly safe in their beauty,
/ '' May be giving a final adieu.
These may be freighted with sorrow,
But you may look backward with bliss,
:, And no memory will ever be sweeter
---. Than encircles the baby's first kiss.

'Then scorn not the pure little offerings,
S .-- But treasure each one as a gem
\ ./ That in the far future shall glisten
Like pearls in your bright diadem;
S, For no crown upon earth is more noble,
S ...-- No oil of coronation like this,
No incense in slow-swinging censers,
S" 'As fragrant as baby's first kiss.-s. i. x.


BABY'S I RST ISS1 HE, RIGHT ROAD.
T IS a source of an exquisite pleasure; H AVE lost the road to happiness;-
i'Tis a boon that an angel might crave; Does any one know it, pray ?
For a sweeter, more unsullied treasure, I was dwelling there when the morn was fair,
A wish-granting fairy ne'er gave. But somehow I wandered away.
You may talk of your lover's caresses, I saw rare treasures in scenes of pleasures,
And style them the acme of bliss; And ran to pursue them, when lo !
But none of such sweets of affection I had lost the path to happiness,
Can equal the baby's first kiss. And I know not whither to go.
I have lost the way to happiness;-
Like kings, and in right-royal manner, Oh, who will lead me back ?"
On just. whom they will they bestow; Turn off from the highway of selfishness
And few there are quaff the rich nectar, To the right-up duty's track !
While fresh in its innocent flow. Keep straight along, and you can't go wrong;
Tho' crowned heads may conquer all nations, For as sure as you live, I say,
There's one little victory they miss; The fair, lost fields of happiness
For they have to concede to the mothers Can only be found that way.
The privilege of baby's first kiss.

0 mothers! who knows but in sometime i liI
You may long for the sweetness that's past ?
Then gather the bloom ere it's faded,
And lay it aside with the last.
But the last kiss is always the saddest,"
Tho' it may be given with joy,
To-day you caress but a baby, _
To-morrow-be kissing a boy.
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HAT BLESSED @BY!"

OE sat down by the road-side to eat his last come to a little, unpainted cottage nestled
luncheon. It was early morning. The among the apple trees, and covered with morn-
sun had risen with never a cloud in which to ing-glories and wood bine. Youwould hardly






































wash his great yellow face, and was even now have thought it worth looking at the second
pouring down beams of heat. time; but to Joe it was the dearest spot in
If you were to follow this same sandy, the world-it was home.
dusty road for about four miles, you would at Indoors a patient little mother glided quietly








THATT BLESSED BOY!"

.about between the kitchen, with its clut- Joe was around the corner of the house,
ter of dishes and milk-pans, and the cool, weeding in his garden. The vines hid him
-shaded sitting-room, where, on a couch in one from sight, but he heard every word the doc-
-corner, lay a little girl about ten years old. tor said. Joe knew how empty his mother's
Poor little Beth! For many weary weeks purse was, and that the hospital was out of the
.she had not stepped across the room,-not question.
.since she and Joe had taken that last leap All day the thought troubled him, as he
from the haymow, and Beth had slipped down weeded in the garden or ran errands for his
through a hole in the floor, and was carried mother. Mrs. Mason was so perplexed her-
into the house, white and limp from the sharp self that she did not notice Joe. He was glad
pain of a broken ankle. when night came, and he could be by himself.
Just -yesterday morning the jolly old doctor IHe was up very early the next morning,
had stopped to see little Beth, and bandage and long before sunrise had started to town
the ankle again. He was a kind-hearted man, with two huge baskets carefully packed with
poor so far as vegetables and
money went, early garden
but rich in good -_ sauce. The
works. Many garden was
a poor man, if Joe's pride.
you had stopped H He had planted
to listen, would t and tended it
have told you all himself, and
what the doctor had marketed
had done for witha n i the stuff in the
him when want o town every day
.and sickness e that spring
had left him M The nickles,
little hope. e dimes, and half
The cases the ~ dollars were
good man took __- a slo w ly filling
pay for were his. strong little
fewer than the ones he visited for nothing. box; for Joe meant to go to the city school
There was a cloud on his face as he went out that winter, and may be, sometime-who
of the door this morning. Beth's mother saw knew ?-perhaps he could save enough to go
it, and followed him, with an anxious inquiry to college. Though Mrs. Mason could never
in her eyes. send Joe herself, she was perfectly willing he
"Ahem!" said the old doctor, clearing out should help himself to as good an education as
his throat, "I may as well tellyou, Mrs. Mason, he could get.
what I've been afraid of all along. You'll This morning Joe sat down in the grass to
have to take Beth to the hospital if she is ever eat his lunch before starting on the long walk
to be able to walk again. She needs some home. Old Dobbin, the donkey, was hungry
skillful treatment for awhile. Maybe I can too, and thoughtfully munched the grass while
help you about it," he added, as he saw the Joe ate.
clouds gather on Mrs. Mason's face; I'll call It's dreadful hard to be so poor, Dobbin,"
:again to-morrow." Then he sprang into his Joe began, and Dobbin inclined his long ears
gig and was gone. to hear what Joe had to say. "You don't







"THAT BLESSED BOY!"

mind it when you're well," continued Joe; HFE L G- H RSE.
" but it's pretty hard when your folks are sick
and can't have things. Come, old fellow," he RICKETY, rickety, rack!
said, patting Dobbin on the nose, "help me Whoa, till I mount your back;
think of a way out." Now get up on the good old track;
Dobbin blinked his wise, patient eyes. Joe That's the way, my honest Jack;
had finished his luncheon, and pulled his wal- ,
Rickety, rickety, rack!
let out to count his morning's sales. "Ninety-
five cents," he said, as he finished counting, kety rickety, r
Rickety, rickety, ro!
and put the money back in his pocket.
i Neither .lazy nor slow;
Suddenly he jumped up, giving old Dobbin
such a hard pat on his nose that he gave a No, no, little pony, no;
loud, surprised he-haw, and started down the How the fire flies when we go;
road. Why not," said Joe, his dark eycs Rickety, rickety, ro !
lighting up with the .thought-
"why not let her take my school
money? I guess I can learn a
little more in this district- if I
try;" and he hurried up the road m
towards home. ,
Rushing up stairs, he seized hi e '
precious money box, and tumbling
down two steps at a time, put it I, W* -\ 0
in his mother's lap as she sat 7u-e
shelling peas for dinner.
"Mother!" he exclaimed, "I
heard what the doctor said; and I i
want you to take this and send
Beth to the hospital."
"But, Joe-" IF
"Yes, I know," said, he, inter-
rupting her. "I thought it all over on the Rickety, rickety, ree!
way home, and I can wait about going to Wish my father could see
school if Beth can only walk again." Then How like the telegraph we
he rushed outdoors so that his mother should l oe la a
Fly over land and sea;
not see the tears in his eyes.
That blessed boy said Mrs. Mason, wip- Rickety, rickety, re
ing her own eyes with the corner of her apron. Rickety, rickety, run
Then she put the money away in the bureau.
When the doctor came, she told him what Wearily now the sun
Joe had done. "Bless him!" said the old Sinks to sleep, his journey done;
man, he's got the right stuff in him." We will also end our fun;
Mrs. Mason never regretted that she let Joe Rickety, rickety, run i
give away his money. For though he might --D.
never get through college and be learned, she The talent of success is doing what we can
was certain he would be a better man.-w. E.L. do well without a thought of fame.



























































































THE OLD MILL.
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ROUND THE 61HRISTMAS ,REE.

T HE Christmas bells in many a clime And while we strip these laden boughs
Their joyous peals are ringing, Of all their shining treasure,
And sweet in cot and palace chime He from above will look with love
The children's voices singing. Upon our harmless pleasure.
While here we see the Christmas tree ile gave us friends, our joys he sends,
Its gay fruit bending o'er us, He ever watches o'er us;
We, glad -of heart, will bear our part, IIe bends his ear our song to hear,
And sv-cll 1bc Christmas chorus. And loves our Christmas chorus.























We bless His birth, who came to earth, Still Peace on earth, good will to men,"
And in his cradle lowly The heavenly choirs are singing;
Received the earliest Christmas gifts,- And, Peace on earth, good will to men,"
"The Christ-child, pure and holy. Through earth to-night is ringing.
To him we raise our thanks and praise We catch the strain with sweet refrain
For all the love he bore us; That angels sung before us,
For his dear sake our hymn we make, And join the song with heart and tongue,
And swell the Christmas chorus. The holy Christmas chorus.











WHERE $UGAR 6MES PROM.

" r mamma, I wish I had a whole mount- pleaded Jack, who had forgotten the previous
Slain of sugar! said little Jack, as he cast conversation on the subject.
a wistful glance at the sugar bowl. By this time they had all finished supper,.
What would you do with it? asked his and so they rose from the table and went into
mother, and with a smile she handed him a the sitting-room. Uncle sat down in his big-
loaf of sugar. arm-chair, little Jack climbed up on his knee,.
I would eat sugar all the time," said Jack, while his sister pulled a chair up close to her
and smacked his lips, as if the very thought of uncle's, and sat down to listen to the story..
it gave him an idea Sugar-cane is a.
of how nice it plant that grows in
would be. countries where the
"But don't you weather is very-
know that eating \ warm all the year
so much sugar round. It is a
would make you 0 leading product of
sick? It would the islands of Cuba
make you feel very and Java, and of the
dull and drowsy, other islands that
and you would not compose the East
enjoy life nearly as and West Indies..
much as you do I Sometime M a r y
now." can show you in
"You ought to her geography
have been with me where these coun-
in Madeira last tries lie. In Amer--
year," said Uncle M ica a similar plant,
Ben, "and you called sorghum, is-
would have s e e n raised quite exten--
how sugar grows sively in the South-
out of the ground." ern States, and also,
"Does this sugar grow up out of the to some extent in the Northern: States. Next
ground ?" exclaimed Jack. with no little de- summer, when we-go out in the country to visit,
gree of astonishment. How can it grow into I will show you a field of sorghum, which will
uch nice square loaves ?" give you quite an idea of the sugar-cane in ,the
"Why, Jack," said his older sister, do n't Indies. By the way, here is a book that has.
you remember that Uncle Ben told us once a picture of a patch of sorghum. I presume-
that it grows in long stalks, called sugar-cane ? the boy you see here in the picture has been
Is it not so, Uncle ?" sent out into the field to hoe down the weeds-
"You are right, Mary," said Uncle Ben. among the stalks, but as. no one sees him, he-
"0 Uncle, tell us all about it again," thinks he can take it easy. He is probably








WHERE SUGAR CON ES FRONT I.

inclined to be a little lazy, and wants to get lead us to be very careful of our words and
out of all the work he can." actions, so we will not grieve the angels."
"But he ought to remember that God sees "Let us hear more about sugar-cane," said




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him, had he not, Uncle?" interrupted Jack. Jack, always eager to find out something new.
"Yes, we should always remember that the "Well, I was going to tell you about my
angels of God are near us, and see all.that we visit to Madeira. This island is mostly hilly
do, and hear all that we say. This should and so steep that the people make the slopes






WHERE SUGAR COMES FROM.

-g only oxen are used to draw
__ -loads. When the sugar-
into terracescane othas been unloaded, the
Sinto terraces, on which stalks are run through a
-'-:'- ; they plant the sugar- press, which has large,
S' cane just as thick as heavy rollers placed close to-
S- they can. It takes gether; and when these turn
about ten or twelve around, they pull the stalks in
S, ni inths before it is and squeeze out the juice, which
il.-:1idy to cut down, runs down into a trough, and this conveys it
'-S.- so that as soon as into a large pan. Under this pan a fire is
S one crop is har- built, and the juice is boiled down, and goes
S vested they must commence through several processes,. until at last it
to plant another. The comes out from the pan a crystallized mass,
stalks grow to a hight of which is the sugar in its crude state. In this
eight g or ten feet. In the condition it is sent to the,various countries to
Which it is exported. But before it comes to
month of February they are
our tables as granulated or loaf sugar, it is first
Scut down, and the .leaves .
d the leaves taken to large mills called sugar refineries,
are severed from the stalks .
S severed from t where it is again melted, and goes through
S and given to the cattle as several processes of refining, until it becomes
i fodder. The stalks iare the clean, white sugar which you see on the
then tied together in bun- table."
dies, and these are loaded -
onto a sledge, pulled by
oxen, and thus taken to the PTER A N W-PALL.
mill. On the way
it often happens ALL night long the snow lias been softly
that a crowd of falling, and this morning, as I open my win-
boys steal up be- dow and look out, it seems like another world,
hind the sledge everything is so changed. Mother Nature
and pull out has been busy at work, while we slept. All
stalks, in spite of the naked, leafless trees that have so long
all the driver can stood shivering in the cold winds, are now
do to keep them away. They love to break clothed in soft, fleecy garments. Over against
the stalks in pieces and suck the sweet juice that stone wall are some snow-drifts which
out of them. the wind has made during the night. Every
"That must be fun," exclaimed Jack, who line and curve is as perfect as if some artist's
showed a lively interest in the story. "If I hand had chiseled it.
had been there I would have pulled out a How pure, and spotless, and beautiful the
whole bundle." world looks this morning!
"Oh no, you would n't, for that would have As I close the window and turn away, I wish
been stealing," said Mary. that all the children of earth were as pure and
"Did you say they use sledges ?" inquired untainted; and then I remember His promise :
Jack. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be
"Yes, they do not use wagons there, and white as snow."































































WINTER SCENE.









hlTTLE HELPERS.


ki WILL be a little helper,"' 'I will be a little helper,"
I Lisps the brook ; .Sings the bird ,
On its silvery way it goes, And it carols forth its song,
Never stopping for repose, Though the cheerless day be long,
Till it turns the busy mill, Bringing to some helpless one
In some nook. Some sweet word.























































"I will be a little helper," You can be a little helper,
Smiles the flower; Child so fair!
By the wayside, in the field, And your kindly deeds can make,,
All its beauty is revealed For the heavenly Father's sake,
Unto sad and weary hearts, Sunshine, love, and happiness
Though skies lower. Everywhere!

























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THERE is a beauty more,
lovely than that of flowers
or precious stones, mount-
ain or lake, blue sky or sunset
clouds; it is the beauty of holiness.

He who is always seeking for
sunny spots, for green grass and
flowers, is sure to find them; and to
find also that the light and fragrance
will creep, by some subtle process,
into all the shadows of his heart, till by and by his whole
life comes out into the sunshine.

HIe who ascends to mourAtain-tops, shall find
The loftiest, peaks most wrapped in clouds and snow;
IIe who surpasses or subdues mankind,
S.-;-> Must look down on tie hate of lhon below.









I ITTY-W INK.

N a barrel full of hay And he stole the cream one day,
Kitties four were cuddled tight; Then he hid himself for fright.
One was yellow, one was gray, Where was kitty tucked away?
Two were spotted black and white. All his friends were growing quite
If you had your choice to-night, Grieved and anxious. Lo, a sight!
Which was prettiest, would you think? From a muff,-the muff was mink,-
Yellow kitty You are right: Two round eyes peeped clear and bright
That was little Kitty-wink, That was little Kitty-wink.






































'T is a serious thing to say- KIND hearts are the gardens,
But that kitten's great delight Kind thoughts are the roots,
Was to make, in every way, 'Kind words are the blossoms,
All the mischief that he might. Kind deeds are the fruits-;
Like a little tricksy sprite, Love, the sweet sunshine
At the mirror he would prink, That warms into life;
Then with reflection fight:. For only in darkness
That was little Kitty-wink. Grow hatred and strife.








(HE OSPREY.

ruined building or on the top of a large
rock. The nest is large, and almost
wholly composed of sticks. There the
osprey lays two or three whitish eggs,
largely blotched with reddish brown on
the large end of the egg. The bird is
very affectionate, and pays the great-
est attention to its home and mate.
When it wants to get its dinner, it
flies in wide, undulating circles over the
water. When it sees a fish, it shoots
through the air like a meteor, and
strikes,the water with such force that
a shower of spray is sent in every di-
rection. Soon it rises again, and flies
away to its nest with a fish in its
claws.
Most awful.is thy deep and heavy boom,
Gray watcher of the waters! Thou art king
Of the blue lake ; and all the winged kind
Do fear the echo of thine angry cry.
How bright thy savage eye Thou lookest
down,
And seest the shining fishes as they glide;
And, poising thy .gray wing, thy glossy
7 beak
Swift as an arrow strikes its roving prey,
Ofttimes I see thee, through the curling mist,
Dart like a spectre of the night,. and hear
Thy strange, bewitching call, like the wild
scream
Of one whose life is perishing in the sea."

WE cannot afford to leave unculti-
vated any part of our nature. We

T IE osprey is a fine bird. It used to be should consider ourselves as plants in God's
very common in England, but now it is garden;-and we should remember that useless
very seldom seen there. As it is a fish-eater, plants are not allowed to cumber the ground.
it is generally found on the sea-coast or on the It is no matter what the plants around think
bank of some river. Its body is only twenty- of you. Blossom for God, who planted you
two inches long, but it has very large and and gives you sun and dew, and looks lovingly
.strong wings, which, when spread for flight, for a return of fragrance and beauty.
measure five feet and a half from tip to tip.
Its flight is very easy and elegant. It gener- THE shoulder which is early used to bearing
ally builds its nest on the summit of an old small burdens, can later bear larger ones.

































































THE OSPREY.





















































5HE BEST BOK.

S"fOME and listen, little brother," How when throngs were round Him
Once I heard a sweet child say, pressing,
While I read the Bible mother Children gathered at his knee,
Gave to me the other day. IHe bestowed on them his blessing,-
Suffer them to come to me.'
"I have many keepsakes pleasant,
Willie, you may well believe ; There are many stories, brother,
But the Bible is a present In the book, for me and you,
Best of all I could receive. And the best of all is, mother
Says that every one is true.
C" For it shows the way to heaven, Let us love the sacred pages,
Where the shining angels dwell; Let us often read them o'er;
Tells us how to be forgiven And though ours are tender ages,
For the sins we love so well; God will teach us more and more."




































BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTY
THINGS.
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r,-r ,und a 1 ,hfls. form a fal hnr(. .-
iv chrily thy "ood ol- ri
]a brinhtjr dM s of brefr duration!
s.:. s,,n tlcy fled and Id". the pang
i nrppng fr:,tand ,Je 4t.ation.
\\., it 1 .:r th tnouU kept such Ju-ard -o
L*p.:.n t .' r,r trugh hol r: y, quiet -- "
AI -t.rd;h he ip sry heard t
To undrstnd-- e ,,ll not try it.-
Nor vo=tih.ll be thy dy'ng vk,. ' ...
No" .imleti qukedmn timpie dpag,
If,-oth but p!om pt -m..vme heart to d how
For all God.s crealures care and pty.
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LICK, clack, in and out, Ah, a stitch is dropped, and she
See the needles flash about, Eyes it rather doubtfully.
Nellie's nimble fingers flitting At first quite cheerfully she works;.
Over her first task of knitting ; At last, with quick, impatient jerks,
Stitch by stitch the stocking grow, And one by one the threads pull but,
Thread by thread in even rows. Until with many a tear and pout
But now she stops, and, puzzled, lingers. She throws her task upon the floor,
What troubles now those bVy fingers ? And thinks that she will knit no more.




THE DROPPED STITCH.

Grandma, fromnher quiet corner, And human wisdom or human strength
Watched the tearful little mourner, Cannot right the wrong. Discouraged at
Called her, Bring your work to me," length
Then gently drew her to her knee. With doubts and fears,
Deftly showed her how to trace We sit in tears
Each wayward stitch to its proper place.
As Nellie worked in quiet thought, i
Another lesson Grandma taught :-

"Life is a woven garment, dear,
We weave the threads in year by year,
A stitch of good or a stitch of sin, M
Day by day we knit them in.
Each thought, each deed, each word we say
Will show in the woof some future day,.
When time is gone,
And the garment done.













But God looks down. lie sees our grief,
r '5 And bids us in him seek relief.
And if we answer the gracious call,
He'll heal our sorrows, one and all;
f Smooth the rough threads; the stitches
set in
Right all the wrongs; till, cleansed from sin,
The garment's done,
And a 'white robe' won."
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So LIVE, SO act,. that every hour
' Some of our threads will tangled lie, May die as dies the natural flower;
And we cannot straighten, however we try; That every word and every deed
Or a stitch will drop, and we find undone May bear within itself the seed
Some beautiful thread we in gladness spun. Of future good in future need






IHE LbAPLANDER AT HOME.


A WAY to the far, far north, where the he spreads on another covering of skins.
nights are long and cold, live some very The floor is carpeted with reindeer skins, and
happy and contented people. You can see in the center is a stone hearth where he. builds.
one of them in the picture. I am afraid that his fire. The smoke goes out at the open
if you lived there you would find it hard to be place in the top of the tent; and there, too,
as contented as he is. the rain, wind, and snow come in. I wonder



































His house is nothing but a tent, and not a if he gets cross when a flurry of snow aIniot
very good one at that. To build it he sets up puts out the fire, and sends the smoke into
some poles in a circle so that their tops will his eyes. All around the sides of the tent,
meet together at the center. His floor is not hang bowls and kettles, and everything used
more than six feet wide, or eighteen feet all. about the cooking.
the way aroundit. He covers the poles with The Laplander's pantry is in a queer place.
coarse cloth in the summer; and in the winter It is on a shelf way up between two tall trees-
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His house is nothing but a tent, and not a if he gets cross when a flurry of snow almoGt
very good one at that. To build it he sets up puts out the. fire, And sends the smoke into
some poles in a circle so that their tops will his eyes. All around the sides of the'tent,
meet together at the center. His floor is not hang bowls and kettles, and:-everything used
more than six feet wide, or eighteen feet all. about the cooking.
the way aroundit. He covers the poles with The Laplander's pantry is in a queer' place.
coarse cloth in the summer.; and in the winter It is on a shelf Way up between two tall trees-



















































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THE LAPLANDER AT HOME.

There he keeps the milk, curds, cheese, and and with this he stops himself when he wau-lt
dried reindeer's meat. You wonder how he to rest.
ever gets at the things ?-He has a tall tree He also has a small sledge, or pulka,"
pole, full of cross-sticks, that he uses for a lad- which he hitches to the reindeer, as you see
der. He is obliged to have his pantry in this in the picture. The sledge is rounded on the
airy place, or else the dogs and wolves would bottom, and he has to be very careful, or he
eat up his food. I suppose he would build a will fall out.
better house, with a pantry in it, if he ever The Lapp lives in a beautiful country in the
stayed long in one place. summer time. Then the sun hardly goes to
All a Laplander's wealth lies in his rein- bed at all. For days his round face is to be
deer. If he has a thousand or more reindeer, seen above the horizon, except for a few short
he is thought to be a wealthy man; all the hours when he dodges behind the mountains
poor Lapps look up to him, and respect him to take a short nap. Beautiful streams of
very much. If he has five hundred, he is re- clear, cold water flow down the mountains to
spectacle ; but the sea, and the
if he has no more land is clothed in
than fifty, he is a green.
very p o o r Lapp But when the
i n e d, a n d short summer is
gladly serves his over,-then comes
wealthy neigh-
the long, cold
bor.
winter. For
The reindeer days the sun
live on the li- hardly glances
chens that grow above the hori-
on the cold, gray zon. Now the
aganon.

chensare not very away from the
plentiful; so e sea-shore to the
when the rein- forest. The
deer have eaten long, (lark nights
up all there are in one place, the Lapps have are lit up by the gay northern lights, that
to move to another. They hardly ever stay flame and dance in the sky like fire-works.
more than two weeks in a place. As it takes You could not get a Lapp to change his
the lichens a long while to grow, it may be wild, cold country for any other in the world.
years before the Lapps will come that way --. F. L.
again.
The people have long skidders, or skates, LET US grasp the beautiful sunshine
made of firewood, and covered with young rein- Which licth across our ways,
deer skins. These skidders are as long as And give of its golden beauty-
the Laplander himself. It would be hard to Its warm and glorious rays-
travel in the winter without them. With To those who are groping in shadow,
them he can run as fast as the wild beasts. Whose days are like one long night,
He has a long pole, with a knob near the end And the end, all, the end, God knoweth,
of it, so that it will not sink deep in the snow, Will give us a crown more bright.









































AU nd the pretty Loudon-pride,
SAnd the blue-bell hanging down its
head,
SIts laughing eey to hide ;

LoAnd the hollyhock that turns about
Its head to seek the sun,--
Oh, dearly do we love the powers,
And we love them every one.

Far better than our painted toys,
Though gilded bright and gay,
We love the gentle flowers that bloom

OUR FLO WERS. In the sunny summer day.

e v! Maggie loves the lily air, For it is God who made the flowers,
And Annie loves the rose; And careth for them all;
But John and I, and Willie too, And for our heavenly Father's love
Love every flower that blows. There is not one too small.

We love. the golden buttercup, He fans them with the gentle wind,
We love the daisy white ; He feeds them with the dew;
The violet blooming in the shade, And the God who loves the little flowers
And the roses in the light ; Loves little children too.
































































"A SHADED NOOK."









"ESSUS, I OVER OF FRY SOUL." Hands still folded, but tho fiac
Had lost all of sorrow's trace,
"JEsus, lover of my soul !" As Jesus, lover of my soul,"
Rose in melody so wild O'er her pulseless breast was tolled.
That I turned to look again
At the scarcely more than child;
Was shemaid ? or was she saint? D ON THE OCEAN.
Never could an artist paint
Such a look and such a face, -WE were crowded in the cabin,
Blended with a modest grace. Not a soul had dared to sleep;
It was midnight oi the waters,
Sad-eyed Beatrice never wore And a storm was on the deep.
An expression half so deep ;
While the billows round her rolled
Not a tear-drop could she weep,
Then there came another strain.
As she touched her harp again :
"Let me to thy bosom fly,"
"While the tempest is still high.."


"Other refuge have I none,"'
And the wan face grew more wan,
As she pleaded, with her harp,
SLeave, leave me not alone "
But her harp she could not hold
With her hands so weak and cold; .
As the last strains echoed sweet,
It fell silent at her feet.


Still she sang with fainting voice,
Losing.all its echoing ring,
For protection from life's storms,
'T is a fearful thing in winter
'Neath the shadow of Thy wing." T e sa e in ter
And the last was eft -unsung To be shattered in the blast,
T e tuAn eud thrlt ws eft uung And to hear the rattling trumpet
'To be tuned by other tongues; Thunder, Cut away he ast
For that shadow o'er her fell,
And the song was but a knell. So we shuddered there in silence;
For the stoutest hold his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers talked with death.

As we sadly sat in darkness,
Each one busy at his prayers,
"We are lost the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand:
Is not God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land ? "

Thou, O Christ, art all I want," Then we kissed the little maiden,
Sang they o'er a maiden's pall; And we spoke in better cheer;
Surely she could want no more, And we anchored in the harbor
She had found her more than all When the morn was shining ele"".










fIRDS AS / ASONS.

T HERE are many birds which are masons. tinted with rose color and a brilliant red.
Among them is the common swallow. He is a great wader, and enjoys himself a great
But we are now going to tell you something deal by wading along the.shores of hot coun-
about thP bird which you see in the picture. tries.
The flamingo is called a
,Wha- a- mason on account of the
c a peculiar way in which it
builds its nest. This is
built on the shore, and is
made up of coarsely tem-
pered mud. You can see
_the shape of it by looking
_at the picture. It has to
be about twenty inches
high on account of the long
legs of the bird. In the
Stop of the nest is a hollow
in which the mother lays
~__- ~two or three white eggs.
In hatching she sits on top
of the nest,just as you see
it represented in the pict-
ure.
In Australia there is a.
small bird which weighs.
only about two pounds, and
yet it.builds large mounds,.
which are sometimes over
ten feet high and over one
hundred feet in circumfer--
ence. This bird is called.
the moundbuilder, or Mega-
podius.

SIT' is the inward adorning
of the character which con-
stitutes true and lasting
beauty. A meek and quiet.
spirit, becoming- modesty,.
What a queer looking thing it is, with its lo'rw and a heart filled with love and sympathy, are
neck and legs! This bird is called the fll. ornaments of priceless, value, which will enno-
mingo. It is the clumsiest of all the race of ble the soul, anid make beauty and loveliness
masons. But we can forgive him for this, shine forth from the countenance.
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H'E CHICKEN'S MISTAKE.

LITTLE, downy chicken one day And as her mother was scratching the ground,
Asked leave to go on the water, She muttered lower and lower,
Where she saw a duck with her brood at play "I know I can go there and not be drowned,
Swimming and splashing about her. A-nd so I think I'11 show her."

Indeed, she began to peep and cry, Then she made plunge, where the stream was deep,
When her mother wouldn't let her; And saw too late'her blunder;
"If ducks can swim there, why can't I? For she had n't hardly time to -peep
Are they any bigger or better? Till her foolish head went under.

































Then the old hen answered, "Listen to me, And now I hope her fate will show
And hush your foolish talking; To the child my story reading,
Just look at your feet and you will see That those who are older sometimes know
They were only made for walking." What you will do well in heeding;

But chicky wistfully eyed the brook, For we all have our proper sphere below,
And did n't half believe her, And this is a truth worth knowing
For she seemed to say, by a knowing look, You'll come to grief if you try to go
Such stories couldn't deceive her." Where you never were made fbr going.











LITTLE PUSS.

SLEEK coat, eyes of fire, After ball, reel, or string,
Four paws that never tire, Wild as any living thing,
That's puss. That's puss.
Round and round after tail,
p .ir, .. _ Fast as any postal mail,
That's puss.
Curling up like a ball,
On the door-mat in the hall,
2* That's puss.
Purring loud on missy's lap,
Having toast, then a nap,
That's puss.
Black as night, with talons long,
Scratching, which is very wrong,
That's puss.








Ways playful, tail on high,
Twisting often toward the sky.
That's puss.









From a saucer lapping milk,
Soft, as soft as washing silk,
That's puss.
Rolling on the dewy grass,
Getting wet, all in a mass,
That's puss.
Climbing tree and catching bird,,
Little twitter nevermore heard,
That's puss.
Killing fly, rat, or mouse,
As it runs about the house,
That's puss.
In the larder stealing meat, Pet of missy, cc itle mite,"
Patter, patter, little feet, Never must be out of sight,
That's puss. That's puss.











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I AM six years old this birthday, For I'm six years old this birthday,
Big enough to wear a coat; So I must be brave and bold,
I am never frightened, never, And take care of little children,
No, not even by a goat. Since I am grown so old.

And I can go a-hunting, too,
With my own wooden gun, $iHE FP UR 'S.
And bring you home some game, mamma, T are four 's so apt to run,
THERE are four T's so apt to run,
If from me they do not run. 'Tis best to set a watch upon:

When I'm a little older,
I'm to have a beaver hat;
Not a white one, with a feather,-
Such a baby one as that!!

And I shall learn my lessons,
Not with letters on the floor,
But in great books, like papa's,
And be a dunce no more.







Our T'houghts-
Oft when alone they take them wings,
And light upon forbidden things.

Our Temper-
'( i Who in the family guards it best
Soon has control o'er all the rest.

Our Tongues-
Know wheh to speak, yet be content
S"When silence is most eloquent.

Our Time-
Once lost, ne'er found ; who yet can say
He's overtaken yesterday?

Oh, I wish that I was bigger RUGGED strength and radiant beauty,
Do you think I'm growing tall? These were one in nature's plan;
Will you measure me, mamma, Earnest toil and heavenward duty,
If I stand against the wall? These will form the perfect man.















































IHE LITTLE CARPENTER.

''M a carpenter by trade, sir, And now, as soon comes Christmas day,,
And it keeps me pretty busy ; 'T is the busiest time of year.
Why, to think of all I've made, sir,
'T would surely make you dizzy I mostly make boxes and toys,
And some things useful, too ;
From morn till night, should you pass this I've planned a house for little boys,
way, Shall I build one for you?
My hammer ybu might hear; .-S. I..















































GENTLY flows the shining river, -
Pure and sparkling from its source;
And it waters field and meadow
As it glides along its course.
May our lives be like the river,
All our work the purest love,
Till we end the pleasant journey
In the sea of light above.






















































1-H FAMILY,

THE family is like a book, But time soon writeth memories,
The children are the leaves, And painteth pictures then;
The parents are the covers, that
Protective beauty gives. Love is the little golden clasp
That bindeth up the trust;
At first the pages of the book Oh, break it not, lest all the leaves
Are blank and purely fair, Should scatter and be lost.











































II, well do I remember when
My cousin Jack and I
Were little fellows nine and ten
(But now we' re old, gray-headed men,
And very soon must die).

The dear old house upon the hill,
The house grandfather made,
I sometimes see it in my dreams,
And I can see it still, it seems,
Where often we have played:

We used to love the flowers that grew
About the cottage door;
The names of every one we knew,
And oft we searched the meadows through,
In hopes of finding more.

But most of all, we loved to play
~ ~Beside the shining broolk,
And on its banks, the livelong day,
We 'd while the happy hours away
A-fishing with a hook.

Dear Jack and I, in early life,
The narrow pathway took.
Our Master cares for us, I know,
The same as when we used to go
A-fishing by the brook.
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WEAVE RS

ANY birds make for WHAT THE MINUTES SAY.
Y- their nest a kind
S of canvass, corm- E are but minutes : little things,
t posed of -grasses Each one furnished with sixty wings,
twisted together With which we fly on our unseen track,
in a very skillful And not a minute ever comes back.
i,<, l'% "way, so it resembles a
coarse cloth woven upon
s c w u We are but minutes: each one bears
Sthe loom of some primitive
tribe. These birds are A little burden of joys and cares;
called weavers. They use Take patiently the minutes of pain,
their beaks for shuttles, and The worst of minutes cannot remain.
',. wwith these they quickly and
neatly weave the fine stems We are but minutes : when we bring
----of grasses together into a A few of the drop from pleasure's spring,
very thick and strong fabric. It is very in- Taste their sweetness while yet you may
teresting to watch them and see how fast they
It takes but a minute to fly away.
car. weave. Different species construct differ-
ent kinds of nests in this way. Some look
something like an open purse, while others are We are but minutes: use us well,
simply long and wide sacks with one or more For how we are used we must one day tell.
openings. The nest in the picture is the kind Who uses minutes has hours to use;
that is woven by the Troopial. Who loses minutes whole years must lose.

A BIRD'S NEST.
IT wins my admiration
To view the structure of that
little work-
A bird's nest. Mark it well,
within, without;
No tool had he that wrought,-
no knife to cut,
No nail to fix, no bodkin to in-
sert,
No glue to join; his little beak
was all
And yet how neatly finished!
What nice hand,
Wit-h every implement and means
of art,
And twenty years' apprentice-
ship to boot,
Could make me such another?

































But bolder still and bolder
He grows with every week;
He springs upon my shoulder,
And frisks.across my cheek;

Hle builds his nest aloft there
Behind a barricade;
And none can tell how soft there
The little crib he's made;

FRY iAME IQUIRREL. What piles of snowy cotton,
Sa What balls of worsted bright,
I HAVE a little squirry,
i lte s qui What skeins of silk forgotten,
His step is quick and light,
Hi.tail is long and furry, Or left within his sight.
His tail is long and furry,
And his eyes are large and bright. And none can tell what bunches
Of hazel-nuts are stored,
He burrows neathh my pillow, What dinners and what lunches.
And curls himself to sleep; Are in that secret hoard.
Or in my basket willow
He slyly loves to creep. 0 squirry, nimble squirry !
I love thy merry ways,
It's of no use to scold him, And never feel it weary
He always has his way, To watch thee ih thy plays.





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THE IRISH .SCHOOL-MASTER.









SHE VILLAGE eCHOOLMASTER. HoW B IG

BESIDE yon straggling fence that skirts the way, How big, how big is the little lass?
With. blossomed furze unprofitably gay, Stand her up here near the window-glass,
There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, With her golden wig
The village master taught his little school.
And merry 's a grig
(A. grig is a cricket in the grass),
A Stand her up here and let us see
fHow tall may the little maiden be.



Dresses and stockings and aprons so?
Not only outgrows
HIer pretty clothes,
But to make-herself tall would stand tiptoes I
Now measure See, my rule I lay
On the silk locks, floating every way.


She is just the hight that's best of all-
Neither too tiny nor too tall,
Large enough quite
A nan severe.he y was, and stern to view, To be polite.
I knew him well, and every truant knew; ---
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace A fair sweet lady, though, oh, so small
The day's disasters in his morning face ; So small, such a mere little-child, she may
Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee Be household baby for many a day.
At all his jokes, 'for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he
frowned.
Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault; -
,The village' all declared how much he
kneW,
'T was certain he could write, and cipher --
too ;
Lands he could measure, terms and tides.
presage,
Arid e'en, the story ran that he could
guage. N
In arguing, too, the. parson owned 'his
skill,
For e'en though Vanauished he could a.r-
gue still,
While words of learned. length and thun-
S during sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; KIND words are like seeds of flowers, borne by
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew some bird afar, to -make glad some lonely wil-
That one small head could carry all he knew. derness.








SHE NAUTILUS.

SERHAPS you may know some family their idea of a ship from the Nautilus. But
where one member is bad and ugly, but the ships built by men were not so perfect
the others are very good and kind. Such and beautiful as those found in nature.
queer differences in one and the same When the Nautilus is disturbed in one of
family are not confined to human fam- his sailing expeditions,, he folds up his. sails,
ilies alone. There are also families of an- draws his arms into the shell, which then loses
imals where this is the case. its balance and sinks to the bottom. The real
Perhaps you have heard of the Cuttle, or purpose of the membranes which it uses as
Devil fish. It is a hideous looking monster, sails is to secrete the matter of which the
with long, slimy arms, which it winds around beautiful shell is formed.
its prey. A good many years ago one _
was caught in Delaware Bay which [r Y REST FRIEND8,
was so large and
heavy that it took ] Y forest friends are many and
three pair of oxen dear. The great oaks and maples
and one horse, be- that sheltered me in childhood, and
sides several men, against whose massive trunks I leaned
to drag it up on while listening to the
shore. in squirrels overhead, and to
The Nautilus belongs to the dropping of nuts and
the same family as the Cut- acorns on the dry leaves
tle-fish, and we would natu- at my feet; the brooks
rally suppose that it would a an d torrents that went
be of the same character; dashing over rocks, and
but this is not so. It is a winding, through g e n s;
small, harmless creature, the modest flowers and
and lives in one of the most i happy. birds; the huge
beautiful dwellings that rocks, with their broad
ever was formed by shoulders and cool shad-
the hand of nature. ows,-all these seem like
This dwelling is a old acquaintances, en-
fine, transparent deared by a thousand
shell, shaped in such a way that it makes a pleasant recollections.
beautiful little ship. When; the Nautilus Poets represent inani-
wishes to sail, it lifts up two of its arms in the mate objects as speaking, and these things do
air, and spreads out the membranes of them like certainly speak to me; in tones that cannot be
a sail. The gentle breeze strikes against these, mistaken. The rock speaks of the strength
and so the Nautilus sails proudly on over the and immutability of the great Jehovah; the
sea. This power of sailing has given it the brooklet sings a song of purity and cheerful-
name of Argonaut. The Argonauts were a ness; the birds praise God, as all allow, and
band of heroes who sailed on the sea in they also talk of love, of connubial joys, and
search of the golden fleece. domestic peace; the trees, with their protect-
It has been thought that the ancients got ing arms, speak of the providential care of the





































































IN THE WOODS.







MY FOREST FRIENDS

WHAT MAKES A MAN ?
A BEAUTIFUL SOul, a loving mind,
Full of affection for its kind;
A helper of the human race,
A soul of beauty and of grace,
That truly speaks of God within,
And never makes a league with sin.

Faon the rich hives we would bear home
Some droppings of the honey-comb."
We glean amid the sheaves, like Ruth,
And gather barley-grains of truth.
Deeper dig into the mine,
Creator, an d through Brighter yet the jewels shine.
their leaves run myste-
rious whispers of things Boys, walk upright. Be cheerful. Be po-
unseen.' The flowers, lite. Be honest. Be industrious. Tell the
crowning the tree-tops, nly language. Buy
nothing because it is' cheap, unless you need
springing from the cold 0
S sod, or enlivening the it. Pay for what you buy. If you doubt
dusty wayside, tell us your ability to pay, do n't buy. When with
that beauty, sweetness, men or your superiors, be content to listen and
and delicacy may b e learn. Read good newspapers and good books.
developed under all cir-
cumstances.
At the foot of that
great oak I have often
poured out to my heavenly Father the secret
woes of my life, yet the straggling winds that
pass through its branches haTve never, in all
their wanderings, lisped a word of what I said.
The tender plants that listen to my moans
and witness my tears, turn their bright faces
to the sky, saying, Look up! the light of
God's love can dispel the damps and dews of .
the dreariest night that sorrow ever brought
upon the human heart." Surely,-
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is society where none intrudes,"
and-
I love not man the less, but nature more, Keep good company. Keep regular hours,
From these our interviews." Keep good company.
and keep your word. Any boy who will ob-
serve these few short precepts is sure to be
A LITTLE word in kindness spoken, respected, and nothing promotes success in
A motion, or a tear,
Has often healed the heart that's broken, this world so much as the respect of one's
And made a friend sincere, fellows.








PARR TS, T

THE general form of the parrot is too well After a little while I became very fond of
known to need description. There are Miss Polly, and she of me. When I would
several species of them, and among them the peer into the kitchen, without saying a word,
gray parrot has long been celebrated for its Polly would call, "What are you doing?"
and when I entered she would jump for joy
aind say, "How do you do., love?" "Polly
pretty well." Sometimes, if I was giving di-
rections to my cook, Polly would chatter so fast
that you could hear no one else, and if I took
a book* in my hand, she would make believe
read in a continuous strain.
/ One of her great delights was to come
out and crawl .upon the top of the. cage,
wonderful powers of imitation and its excel-, when she would say, "Aha, Miss Polly!" and
lent memory. It is a'native of Western Af- laugh loud and long. One day, when she was
rica. They are brought over in great numbers thus enjoying her freedom, I put my head
by the sailors, and always find a ready sale. down on my hands and made believe cry
We will here relate a true story, which illus- aloud. Polly came quickly down, jumped in
trates the wonderful power of imitation pos- my lap, and looked in my face,
sessed by this bird.
One morning the village express brought
SMiss Polly," who, to the great amusement of 4"
the driver, was talking very distinctly and
sensibly. After dinner I went to see her, and
as soon as she saw me she said, Hello' gal -
Now, why that parrot did not. say Good-by,"
or any other words, was a mystery to me, but
I soon fund she used words suited to the oc-,
casion.
The next morning while at breakfast, I left
the door open, as Polly was alone in the
kitchen, and soon I heard a voice,. like a
child's, sing these words, and to the right
tune :-
". In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever,.
Till my raptured soul shall find,
Rest beyond the river."
After a pause she said, "Sing, Polly !" and
then changed the tune and sang, Oh, think
of the home over there !" and then, I suppose, One day I said to her: "Polly, how nice it
thinking of breakfast, she said: "Polly want would be if you could live again in another
bread and butter," "Polly want tea,"' Polly world." I was startled to hear her answer,
want potato," That'5 so !"































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PARROTS.






SHE THREEE KITTENS.

as a ball
Of yarn, all evenly wound.
Over, over they go, with a rush and a fall;
One has it this time-then another, then all-
Yarn and kittens like tops spinning
round.

i The old Mother Gray, with a face quite demure,
Sits winking at their play,
And once in a while she says with a purr:
My dear little kits, you must ever prefer
At home with your mother to stay.

,. 'l Be gentle and kind to all other cats,
And loving to one another;
Be faithful in looking for mice and rats;
/ And always to dogs'give spiteful spats;
Respect and obey your mother."
IN an old brick oven not far from here,
All cuddled up in a heap, Now, what will become of these kittens three,
Are three little kittens, so cunningly dear; I'm sure cannot be told.
Their story I know you will like to hear, If with friends and each other they ever
While they are fast asleep, agree,
They are not the kittens of whom youhave Then, purring and mewing, their lives will be
They are not the kittens of whom you have
d Very happy as they grow old.
heard
Who "lost their mittens" one day,
LIVES of great men all remind us
For they are so wise, they think it absurd We can make our lives sublime,
To put gloves on the claws of a kitten or bird And, departing, leave behind us,
Who has only time to play. Footprints on the sands of time.

Round and round _-_
they run in the
funniest style
After each lit-
tle gray tail;
But the tails whirl
the faster, and
once in a while
They fly round so
swiftly, that, all
in a pile,
They huddle,
like leaves in a
gale.

There's nothing R
they like so well




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