Front Cover
 Half Title
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Title: Our own picture book
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00055486/00001
 Material Information
Title: Our own picture book
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 21 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Marshall, Emma, 1830-1899
James Nisbet and Co. (London, England) ( Publisher )
Ballantyne Press ( Printer )
Publisher: James Nisbet & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Ballantyne Press
Publication Date: 1888
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1888   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1888   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1888
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
General Note: Title page printed in red and black.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
General Note: Consists of 154 pages of pictures with a page of text each.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility: by Emma Marshall.
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00055486
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.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002233855
notis - ALH4271
oclc - 70113993

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UNNY had a little sister named Lily. She was
two years younger than he was, and had only
just begun to come into the drawing-room on
Sunday afternoons, while her mother was reading
one of Sunny's sweet stories to him. But Lily tried to sit
very quietly, and took great interest in the pictures, though
she could not follow all the stories with the attention Sunny
By degrees, however, Lily began to understand them
better, and the sight of that pretty book, with the picture
on the red cover, all in gold, became a great delight to her.
One day Lily was seated on a little stool, by her mother's
side in the drawing-room, and she suddenly looked up from
the beads she was threading, to make a chain for her elder
sister Lucy, and said, "I wish we had another picture book
of our very own, that Sunny and I could look at every
day, and I wish mother would make us one." Her mother
laughed, and said she thought she might try to make a
book for them, and that she would begin very soon, but
she could not say when the book would be finished, so
Lily must be patient; and that very evening, when all the
children were in bed, Lily's mother found a picture which

showed our good King Alfred, when he was a little boy, look-
ing over the book from which the Queen was reading. Then
Lily's mother wrote the little story which you will find is the
first in this book, and the next day, when Lily came down
into the drawing-room, her mother brought out the picture,
and read to her the simple story about it, which delighted Lily.
The next day Lily brought Sunny with her, and he cared
for the story as much as his sister. He was now beginning
to read for himself every word, and by the time the stories
were written for all the pictures, Sunny could almost read
every word to his little sister, and if his mother was busy,
he would amuse her in this way. Sunny was, as you know,
a good patient little boy, and many a time his mother has
watched her two little children with loving eyes, as their heads
were bent over what they called Our Own Picture Book."
Now I hope you will like it as much as she did, and
you will find some things in the stories which you may
like to remember.
The story of Alfred comes first, because it tells the tale
of his determination to get over the hard task of learning
to read, and how his mother rewarded him, as she promised,
by giving him the beautiful book he wished for. It is
very nice if you have a kind mother or elder sister, as Lily
had, to read the stories to you, and show you the pictures.
But you may not always have a mother, or a sister, or
even a little brother like Sunny, to read them to you; they
may be too busy, and your brother may have to finish his
lessons, or he may be away from home, or many things
may happen to prevent him from giving up his time for
your amusement. Therefore I hope at the very beginning
you will think of King Alfred's perseverance, and try to
read the little words nicely in your lesson-book, and then

by degrees you will be able to read longer ones, and at
last perhaps these stories for yourselves.
There are pictures in this book of many places and many
people. I really think you will find a picture and a story
about almost everything you wish for, and I hope you
will be pleased with Our Own Picture Book. I shall like
to think that many a little Lily and Sunny are reading
the stories by the bright fireside in happy homes this
Christmas-time, and I dedicate to them Our Own Picture
Book, with my love, and every good wish that they may have
a really joyful Christmas and a glad New Year. And better
than any gift is the great gift which the Holy Child came
to bestow on all His dear children, the gift of Love, which
is the brightest jewel in the crown of Him, who so loved
the world that He sent His Son to' die for us, and make
us happy for ever.
I am, dear children,
Your loving friend,
September 1888.


Alfred the Great Learning to Read. Anthony the Tailor.
The Little Violin-Boy. Gladys and her Doll.
Bess and her Grannie. Broken Eggs.
Lou's Fall on the Ice. The Tame Tiger.
Little May Writing a Letter. A Jump through a Hoop.
The House on the Hill. Fay in the Apple-Tree.
A Room in the House on the Hill. Lionel's Fall.
Lily and the Tailor. Constance.
Calm in Danger. The Secret Chamber.
Rosie and Herbert. The Broken Ice.
Mr. Box the Chemist. The Cottage by the Sea.
Willy in Danger. Wild Peacocks.
Meg's Request. The Woman with the Lamp.
The Cricket-Match. Little Tim.
The Flooded Meadows. Tim is Ill.
The Crushed Basket Lily and Violet.
Spearing an Elk., Prizes.
Pool of Hezekiab. Fred's Leap into the Water.
Jaffa, called also Joppa. Arthur's Kind Friend.
Gideon and his Servant Phurah. Nellie's Picture.
Rosalind and Grannie. Frisk.
Diamond. Punch and Judy.
'Dick. Old Jack.
Mr. Round the Butcher. Begging for a Flower.
An Artist's Room. A New Baby.
Ring Again. Carrie's Trouble.
Arthur's Return from School. Daffodils.


Julia is Run Away with. The Climbing-Perch.
Little Ellie. The Prairie Fire.
A Sprained Ankle. The Weather-Cock and the Owl.
The Kind Doctor. Haymaking.
The Village Blacksmith. The Church over the Stile.
Laddie. A Solitary River.
Bobby's Wish. Hyenas in a Deserted City.
Bobby and the Butterfly. George Marsh.
Bobby has got his Net. An Angry Son.
Her Mother's Picture. Too Late 1
Dressed like a Queen. Antelopes.
"A Picture-Boy." Harry's Flying Leap.
Out at Sea. Edward's Return.
The Wren's Nest. Harold and Frederick.
The Queen's Portrait. Old London Bridge.
Davie. Bethlehem.
" Sir John." The Study of the Stars.
Catching a Shark. The Moa.
Julia's Ride. Sad News.
Harry's Fall. A Deserved Fall.
A Small Deceiver. Reward.
"Take Me Out." An African Elephant.
Fascination. Moose and Wolves.
Asleep in the Sheep-Hut. Waterfall.
Walter's Trouble. Prince Henry Seizing the Royal
The Lesson. Treasure.
Paying Homage. Adelaide.
Matthew the Carrier. Monkeys at Home.
Bird-Eating Spider. Bruno's Greeting.
The Doctor's Surgery. Ella's Good-Bye.
The Old Bridge. Theodore's Leap.
Slaves. Climbing up a Pyramid.
Mentone. The Children's Hospital.
Rachael's Grave. Roger's Journey.
An Army of Birds. Olaf and Victor.
A Toad in a Hole. On the Alps.
Hester and her Father. Tom is in Danger on the Ice.
Mary Hill. "I Don't Like to Say No."


Kitty Prefers the Floor. The Pilgrims Meet Two Shining
A Sad Story about the Jews. Ones.
Millicent's Confession. The Pilgrims Cross the River.
Kinmont Willie. "Suffer the Little Children to Come
Mabel's Canary. unto Me."
A Thatched Cottage. The Interpreter's House.
A Ride on Sandy's Shoulders. The Man with his Rake.
Christian's Good-Bye. The Hill Difficulty.
A Steep Precipice. Giant Grim.
Vanity Fair. The Valley of the _'!I ..I. of Death.
The Castle of the Giant. A Procession.
The Flatterer's Net. Christiana Crosses the River.

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Alfred the Great Learning to Read.

HIS little boy lived a great many years ago. His
name was Alfred, and he was very strong and
Sbrave. You see he has a bow and arrow in his
hand, and I think he had just come in from the
fields and woods. But he is not thinking of the bow and
arrow now; he is looking at a big book which lies open on the
table. That lady who is leaning over him is the boy's mother.
She is a very grand lady, and wears a gold band on her
head, above her dark hair. The little boy has one arm on
his mother's shoulder, and she clasps his waist with her
hand. The boy cannot read, but he loves to have books
read to him. His mother knows he must learn to read for
himself, so she says, If you take' pains and learn, I will
give you this pretty book for your very own." Alfred lost
no time, and soon learned to read; then his mother gave
him that book. It had gold clasps, and birds and flowers
were painted on the pages, with gold borders all round.
Do you not think Alfred was pleased to have that lovely
book ? You know all books were written then, not printed,
like yours; and little boys and girls very seldom had a
book of their own. Are you not glad you can have so
many pretty books ? I hope you will learn to read, as
Alfred did, and when you grow up, I hope you will be as
good and kind as he was. We are proud to call him our

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The Little Violin Boy.

ERE is the picture of a pretty boy, with dark eyes
and curly hair. He has a violin in one hand
and a cap in the other. He has been playing
pretty tunes before that house, where you can
see some little faces at the window. The lady, who is
dropping sixpence into the boy's cap, looks kind, and I
know the boy will be glad to take the money home to
his mother. The little girl who stands behind her mother
is listening to what the boy says. He is telling the lady
that he was born in Italy, where the skies are blue, and the
flowers are lovely, and the fire-flies dance amongst them
at night. Antonio says, he learned to play in that bright
country, and that now he is come to England with his sick
mother, for his father is dead, and he has to take care of her,
and earn money for her. Antonio looks a good little boy,
and I think that lady is saying, she will go and see his
mother one day. As to the little children at the window,
they would like Antonio to come and play merry tunes to
them every day. The baby in Nurse's arms danced and
jumped at the sound of the music, so that Nurse could hardly
hold her. All children like to dance at the sound of music.
I am sure you do, when mother plays in the drawing-room
after dinner, before you go to bed.


Bess and her Grannie.

l ESS is telling a story to her old grannie. How
grave the old woman looks, and not very much
pleased. I like the old grannie's dress. She has
a nice close cap, and her hair is so smooth on her
forehead. That is a warm shawl wrapped round her. It
was given her by Bess's father, who is a 'good son to his old
mother. Bess is bending forward, and is, I am sure, telling
something which she hopes ,Grannie will like to hear. Bess's
brother, Frank, has written to say he is coming home from
sea. Of course Bess is glad, and her father is glad, and yet
they wish Frank had not so soon got tired of the sailor's life.
" He chose to go," Grannie says; "he would go to sea, and
now he is coming back; and he won't find it so easy to get
work ashore. He is a troublesome boy is Frank "But a
very dear boy too, Grannie," Bessie says, "and I am glad to
think we shall have him back again." Grannie still looks
grave. "Frank must not be a burden to your father," she
says, "with all the young ones to feed." Bessie knows that
is true, and she says, "I will try hard to make Frank a
good boy now, Grannie, and I think Farmer Baynes will take
him on at the farm." "I hope he may, my dear; I hope
he may." But Grannie does not smile, and Bessie says to
herself, "Old folks are always like that! I must be patient
with Grannie."


Lou's Fall on the Ice.

HIS dear little boy is named Lou. He has fallen
on the ice. You see there is a broken branch of
a tree lying near. Lou had been clinging to this
branch, which hung over the frozen pond, and it
broke off, and he fell on the ice below. It hurts very much to
fall on ice, for it is so hard, and I am afraid Lou has had a
bad blow on his head. I must tell you that Lou had gone
round the edge of the pond holding on to the branches
hanging over it, that he might get a wooden ball which
belonged to his little brother, and had rolled across the ice
out of reach. It was very kind of Lou, was it not ? and it
is a good thing the ice did not crack with his weight. But
it is a very hard frost, and Rupert, Lou's cousin, who is lift-
ing his head, can kneel by him safely. The ice is as hard as
rock. Some boys have run to the house you see amongst
the trees for help, and I hope Lou will soon be carried home,
and that the doctor will come and make him better. When
you go upon the ice you must be careful, and be sure never
to go, without asking leave of your father or mother. Some-
times the ice looks quite safe; but there are cracks in it. If
there had been cracks when Lou fell, he might have been
drowned, but God took care of him, and I hope he will soon
get well.

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Little May Writing a Letter.

HESE two children look very earnest about some-
thing. Jack wants a letter written to his mother,
and his sister May says she can do it for him.
These children have been to a farm-house to get
well after measles. You see it is a farm-house kitchen where
they are sitting. There is a clock on the wall by the high
open fireplace, and there is a cupboard where Mrs. Woolley,
the farmer's wife, keeps her best plates and teacups and
saucers. Jack is sitting on a low stool. He has taken off his
boots and looks very tired. Ponto, the dog, is saying some-
thing to Muff, the cat, but I do not think Muff is paying
much heed to him. May is looking at Jack, and asks,
"What shall I say ?" "Tell all," Jack says, "and then I
shall be happy if mother knows. I shall be sorry still,
but happier if mother knows-tell all." May was a long
time writing, in a very big hand, those words-" Dear
Mother, Jack has broke one of Missis Woolley's best jugs.
She was so angry. Please, mother, send Missis W. the
money, instead of buying us the new bat. Your loving
May." What a good little sister May is and I am sure
Jack will always love her dearly. "It is so much better
to tell," May had said-for at first Jack was not ready to
let his mother know about the jug. Yes, May is right-
"It is always better to tell."


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The House on the Hill.

HIS house is not like houses you see in England.
You see there is only one storey and no
chimneys. This house is in a very hot part
of the world, and people do not have any fires,
so the houses have no chimneys. It is only very early in
the morning that people can go out, or late in the evening.
You see two people are riding up the steep road which leads
to the house. The sun is not risen yet, and the air is fresh
and cool. In front of the picture you see there is a tent
under some trees, and a black servant is standing there,
while a lady and gentleman are having breakfast of fruit
and rice. When they have finished their breakfast their
horses will be brought out, and they will go up the hill, and
then lie down on their beds and rest again for some hours.
If people go out in the heat of the day the sun sometimes
strikes their heads and makes them very ill, so they have to
be careful. There are many pleasant things for those who
have to live in hot climates, and as a very great many gentle-
men have to go out there as soldiers, or lawyers, or mission-
aries, or to make railways and build houses, we may be
glad so much is done for their comfort. But I would rather
live in England, I think. Don't you ?

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A Room in the House on the Hill.

TOLD you there were some very pleasant things
in India, but here is one thing which is very
dreadful to look at. That snake has curled him-
self up behind the chest of drawers, and has
been lying there out of sight all night. Now, just as the
black nurse has taken the children, Lily and Violet, out of
their beds, and is going to dress them, she sees the creature
lifting its head, and knows it may spring on her, and the chil-
dren at any moment. How frightened the children look!
Poor little Violet is clinging to the black woman's gown, and
Lily is calling loudly, "Father father! Her cry is heard,
and in at the open window springs, not Lily's father, but a
man who is known as the tailor, and who had come up to
the house on the hill to mend Colonel Banks' dressing-gown.
He has a great club in his hand, and he aims a blow at the
snake's head and kills it. It is not the first time he has
killed a snake, and he knows how to take aim. Lily and
Violet's father came in just as the snake lies dead, and he is
very thankful to the tailor. He became quite a friend to
the two children, and when they go to England, as they will
very soon, they will be so sorry to leave their dear tailor.


Lily and the Tailor.

ERE is the portrait of the good tailor who killed
the snake. Lily is watching him at work, and
is holding up a bit of gay stuff which she wants
him to make into a cloak for her doll. The
tailor looks so kind and pleased. I am sure he will do it to
please Lily. Since that day when he killed the snake, Lily
and he have been great friends. Lily repeats hymns to
him while he works. She can speak his language a little,
and he can speak a little English, so they understand each
other. Lily has told her friend the tailor about the Garden
of Eden, when Adam and Eve were so happy, and how a
big snake, like the one the tailor killed, tempted Eve to do
wrong, and then sorrow and trouble came, instead of joy
and peace. Lily also tells the tailor about Jesus, the Son
of God, and he loves to hear the story from a child's lips;
and he told a good missionary that he first believed in Jesus
when the little daughter of his master told him the story of
His birth and death. Do you not think Lily must feel
happy when she thinks of her black friend the tailor, and
knows that he is a Christian, and that she talked to him
about Jesus Christ, the Son of God?


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Calm in Danger.

TESE horses are running away. Look how the
coachman is trying to hold them in, and how
they tear along The coachman knows that the
carriage is getting near a bridge, and that there
is a sharp turn at the bottom of the hill leading across it.
Poor Susie is looking out of the window. She is terribly
frightened, but she does not scream. Her sick mother is in
the carriage, and it is for her she is so frightened, far more
than for herself. Her mother has been to see a doctor that
very morning, and he had told Susie her mother must be
.saved from all trouble as much as possible, and kept quiet.
Susie can see the road and the turn to the bridge. She
knows as well as the coachman knows, that unless the horses
stop, the carriage must be upset there. Susie's lips move,
and she prays to God to save her mother from this terrible
accident. At last Susie sees two men standing right before
the horses' heads. They seize the reins, and then, with a
great shock, the carriage is stopped. Then for the first time
Susie calls out, Oh, mother we are saved Was it not
brave of Susie to keep calm ? and, above all, was it not kind
of her Heavenly Father to hear her prayer and send these
men to stop the horses ? Her mother was saved from the
moment of terrible fear which her little daughter had borne
so bravely, while, if Susie had screamed and cried, as some
little girls would have done, her mother might have fainted,
and had one of her bad attacks of pain, in the heart.

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Rosie and Herbert.

OSIE and Herbert look rather sad. They are
sitting on the steps of the door, which is shut
behind them. Carlo, the puppy, looks as if
he knew something about it, and I am afraid
he does. Carlo has eaten one of Rosie's best slippers, and
her mother is very angry with Carlo. She has turned him
out of the house, and Rosie and Herbert have come out with
him, and are telling him that he is to be sent away. Carlo
does not look as if he thought this news could be true, but
Rosie is saying, Yes, Carlo dear, you must go away. I
told you last week when you tore the cushion to bits in the
parlour, that if you did any more mischief, mother would send
you away. I am so sorry, dear Carlo. How could you eat
my shoe ? It cannot be nice, and you have only left the heel
and a bit of the leather." Carlo cannot speak, but he wishes
he could make Rosie understand that he is cutting his teeth,
and he likes to gnaw something hard and tough, just as
Rosie's baby brother likes to bite his ivory ring when his
teeth teaze him. Poor Carlo! in a few minutes, Ben, the
gardener's boy, will come and put Carlo in a basket, and
take him to Mrs. Brice, the miller's wife, who wants a dog
to catch the rats in the mill. But Rosie and Herbert hope
Mrs. Brice will keep her best shoes out of his reach.

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Mr. Box the Chemist.

R. BOX is saying something very seriously to Mark.
Mark has a habit of always being behind time
when he comes to clean out Mr. Box's shop
every morning. To-day he was exactly twenty
minutes late, and Mr. Box was very much put out, for
Mrs. Plum, who lives in the grocer's shop opposite, was taken
ill, and when Mr. Plum came over to get some pills for her,
Mr. Box found the shutters still up, and Mark strolling up
the street as if he were early instead of late. Mr. Box is
now telling Mark to keep friends with the church-clock. By
this he means that Mark is to look up at the church-clock
every morning, and see that it tells him he is in good time.
Then the clock is his friend; but when the hand points to
twenty minutes past seven, then the clock-well, is not his
enemy, for it is always better to know the truth, but cer-
tainly tells him a very unwelcome tale. Mark is a good,
honest boy, and Mr. Box likes him. Besides, he knows
Mark's mother is very poor, and it would be a sad thing
for her, if Mark lost his place. I hope Mr. Box will not
be obliged to send Mark away, but that he will try to come
to take down the shop-shutters, exactly at seven o'clock.

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W illy in Danger.

ILLY looks very much frightened. He is half-
way down the side of a steep cliff, and he cannot
get any farther. But Harry, who is a boy
belonging to the village, is coming to help him.
"Keep still," he cries; "don't move, and I shall reach
you." Harry has a rope, you see, tied round his waist, and
he is letting himself down from the edge of the cliff. Two
or three men are holding the end of the rope fast, at the
top of the cliff. Harry has nearly reached Willy, and I
hope he will be able to put the loose end of the rope under
his arms, and then both boys will be drawn up together.
Willy's mother little dreams of his danger. She is sitting
in the pretty verandah before her house, and is reading to
Willy's little sister. Very soon I hope she will see him safe,
and then, when she hears what has happened, how she will
thank brave Harry, for going to save her boy's life. Willy
will never forget that half-hour he spent on a narrow ledge
of rock, while Harry, who saw his danger from below, ran
round to the top of the cliff and got the men to tie the
rope round his waist and let him down. Willy will never
forget that half-hour, and I hope he will never forget to
thank God for giving Harry strength to come down to save
him; for if he had fallen on the rocks below, he would have
been killed.

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Meg's Request.

OOR little Meg looks very untidy and ragged.
She is begging of that young lady who is
talking to her. But she is not begging for
money. Her mother is very ill, and she lives
in a hut far away from the village, at the foot of a high
hill, where few people ever come. Meg's sorrowful face
touches the lady's heart, and she says, "Yes, I will come to
your mother, but you must show me the way." Then this
kind lady went into that house you see behind the trees,
and told Meg to follow her. There she packed a basket
with beef-tea and soup and other comforts for the sick, and
gave Meg a roll to eat. How hungry Meg was! She had
snapped up the roll before the lady could have thought
it possible. On their way through the village, the lady
stopped at the doctor's, and wrote on her card that she
hoped he would go as soon as possible to see a poor woman
who lived in a hovel under the high hill called Hay Hill,
for she was very ill. As Meg shuffled along by the lady's
side, carrying the basket on her arm, she talked to her, and
found out all about her. It was a sad story, and would
take me too long to tell you now. There are many sad
neglected children like Meg. I hope some of them may find
as kind a friend as she did.

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The Cricket-Match.

OW.happy these boys look They are just coming
back from the cricket-match in the school
meadows, and their eleven have won the match.
That boy whom you see carried on the shoulders
of the others is the captain of the eleven, and he made 60 in
the first innings. These two boys, Harry and Neddie, are
running as hard as they can with their bats, that they may
tell the good news at home of their victory. Why are they
so eager to get home ? Because they have a brother there
who cannot play cricket this summer, for he has been very
ill, and it is doubtful whether he will take a bat in his hand
again. He has been lying on his bed in the Vicarage and
looking out of the window, wishing a great oak tree, did not
hide the cricket-ground from sight. He can even hear the
cheers of the people who are watching, and he hopes-how he
hopes the school eleven has won the match. Soon Harry
and Neddie's feet are heard scampering up the stairs, and
Harry flings himself down, hot and dusty, and says, "All
right, Paul, all right! we have won, and a splendid victory
too. Mercer made 6o." Paul could not help sighing though
he was glad. Last year he made the top score; but he is
brave and patient, and will not damp his brother's pleasure
by regret.


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The Flooded Meadows.

HESE boys have been pushing an old punt about
on a flooded meadow. They ran it against a
sunk post and it upset, and they were thrown
into the water. They both look very draggled
and forlorn, and poor Peter, who is much younger than his
brother, is, as you see, over his ankles in water. The
boys had been told by their mother not to go and play by
the floods, for Peter was always delicate, and very apt to
catch cold. Frank was very wrong to take his little brother
into danger, and now he was much more frightened than
Peter was. He is shaking and trembling in every limb, and
holding up his hands in a helpless way, and not even trying
to help his brother, who seems to be paddling bravely through
the water. Frank and Peter have a long way to walk home,
and the winter evening is closing in. Their mother has
been to the door many times to look for them, and little Kate,
their sister, peeps out from behind her mother's gown and
keeps saying, Where's Peter and Frankie ? At last they
came in sight, drenched to the skin and covered with weeds
and mud. Their mother is too thankful to see them to say
much, but she gets little Peter to bed as fast as she can, and
gives him a hot dose and covers him up with the blankets.
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The Crushed Basket.

HIS is the inside of a boy's study at school. You
see there are books on the shelves, and one is
lying open on the table. Jamie was reading
very hard when Susan, the servant, came in with
a basket, which had just arrived for Jamie. He sprang up
and left his book, and took it out of Susan's hand. Now he
is showing her that the contents have been spoiled, and the
juice of a large melon is running out of the basket. Susan
is holding up her hands with surprise, and Jamie is saying,
"The basket was badly packed or this would not have
happened. I am sure my mother did not pack it, or the
melon would not have been smashed. And just look at the
state the cake is in." "Something heavy must have been
rolled upon the basket, Master James. All the good
packing in the world would not have prevented the melon
from being crushed." "Well, I must write and tell them
about it," Jamie said. "Take it away, Susan; the juice is
dropping on the cloth. It is a nuisance, as I wanted the
fruit for poor little Billy, who is laid up with that bad
cold. But it is no use crying over spilt milk." And as
Susan left the room, Jamie seated himself at the table again
and wrote to tell his mother of the disaster.


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Spearing an Elk.

HE elk is a very strong creature, and those big horns
make it very dangerous to hunt him. But this
poor elk is now in the hands of the hunters,
and he knows it. How full of despair is his
face! The dogs are barking at him, and that sharp spear
is just being thrust into his neck. On the hill above a man
is aiming at the poor elk with a bow and arrow, and another
man behind, is just thrusting a spear into the elk's back.
That big horn will run into the side of the man on the right,
and if it does he will die, for these big horns make dreadful
wounds. The hunting the elk is full of danger, both to the
dogs and the men. I think I see one of the dogs is dead
already, and I have no doubt it had a sharp blow from one
of those sharp horns. But I am always sorry to think of
these poor animals being hunted to death, though it is quite
necessary sometimes to do this. Their skins are very valuable,
and so are their horns; and these men have to earn their
living in this way. They live a wild life themselves amongst
the mountains, and do not know what fear means.


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EZEKIAH was a very rich and powerful king of
Judah. He prospered in all he did, and one
of his greatest works was to bring down the
water of the River Gihon to make a deep pool
on the west side of the City of David. In hot countries a
pool or bath is very much wanted in towns where the heat
is so great, and Hezekiah brought down the waters of the
river to this place for the good of the people. The city
looks in ruins in this picture, but there is still the pool
of water, called the Pool of Hezekiah. You see some dark
men in turbans and striped cloths thrown round them are
seated on a terrace overlooking the pool, and enjoying
the cool breeze which comes from it. From a wall on the
other side of the pool I see linen hanging out to dry. It has
been washed in the pool, I daresay, for in Eastern countries,
and even in Italy and the South of France, you see women
carrying loads of linen to the shore of a river or lake, and
there kneeling down and flapping it in the water to wash it.
The whole place looks quiet and deserted, and one can fancy
that it is a very hot day, when every one likes to be idle and
lie on rugs, like these men in the front of the picture.


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Jaffa, called also Joppa.

HIIS is a very pretty picture of a seaside place. It
is built on the very edge of the sea, and has strong
walls, which keep it safe in a storm; for the sea
is not always calm, as it looks now, and wild
waves dash against these walls, and the foam flies over them
into the streets. You see several boats are lying on the
shore, with ropes and nets, which the fishermen use. There
are ships also in the distance with white sails. Once, long,
long ago, a man named Jonah was told by God to go to the
king of a great city, and preach to him, telling him that his
city would be destroyed, unless he turned with repentance to
the Lord. Now Jonah did not like to go to that city. He
was afraid. So he went down to this place Joppa, and paid
the captain of a ship to take him to another place called Tar-
shish, thinking to hide himself from the presence of the God
whom he had disobeyed. But no one can hide himself from
God. It is wonderful that Jonah should think he could
get away from the Lord. That calm sea was soon rough,
the winds blew fiercely, and the ship was nearly wrecked;
and the crew seized Jonah and threw him into the raging
waters, after drawing lots, as to which man should be thrown
over. How God took care of Jonah and heard his cry for
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Gideon and his Servant Phurah.

HIIS man is a very brave man, of whom we read in
the Bible. His name is Gideon, and he fought
Sthe battles of the Lord against the people of
Midian, who were His enemies. Gideon had
heard God say to him, that he was to get up and go by
night to the camp of the Midians, and although he had only
three hundred men and the Midianites had many thousands,
he was not to fear, but do as the Lord told him. In this pic-
ture you see Gideon going down with his faithful servant
Phurah to the place where the Midians were in tents in the
valley. It is night, but a crescent moon is hanging in the
clear sky, and gives a soft light. God was with Gideon, and
though he had only three hundred men, and the enemies'
were like grasshoppers over the country, God gave Gideon
and his three hundred men the victory. Gideon divided the
three hundred into three companies, and he put a trumpet
into every man's hand, and an empty pitcher or jug and
lamps in the pitchers. Then he told the men, when he blew
a trumpet, every soldier was to blow his, and dash the
pitchers to the ground, but keep the lamps in their left
hands. This was done, and the noise so frightened the
Midianites, that with a loud cry they fled, and those that
could not get away, were killed by the sword. This story is
to be found in the 7th chapter of the Book of Judges.

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Rosalind and Grannie.

OSALIND is holding the skein of wool for Grannie,
who is knitting some pretty, fine socks for
Rosalind's baby brother. It is a lovely summer
morning, and the scent of monthly roses and
mignonnette comes in at the window, which you see opens into
the garden. Rosalind's little brother, in a holland pinafore,
is wheeling a barrow up and down the smooth gravel walk,
and every now and then he stops at the window and says,
" Sissy, come and play gardener with me." But Rosalind
likes much better to sit quietly with Grannie, and she says,
"No, Eddie, don't be tiresome; you must play by yourself."
The last time Rosalind spoke to her little brother it was in
a cross, sharp voice. Grannie stopped winding the wool,
and looked rather sadly at Rosalind. What do you stop
for, Grannie ? Rosalind asked; "there is no tangle; the
skein is quite even." But Grannie wound very slowly, and
as she wound she said, "Rosie, when I was a little girl I
once spoke crossly, very crossly, to a dear little brother. It
was a bright summer morning like this, and I never have
forgotten those cross words. Oh if they had been kind
ones, how glad I should be to remember them now I am old,
for that was the last morning my little brother ever played
in our pretty garden. God took him to live with Him a few
days after." 0 Grannie! Rosalind said, then she was silent.
But as soon as the skein was finished, Rosalind ran out and
called, Eddie, Eddie I am coming to play with you now,
dear." How glad Grannie felt!

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IAT pretty pony looking out of the stall is named
Diamond. He has been given to Harold, who
is standing by his kind father in the stable.
Harold is an only child, and as his father is rich,
he can have a great many things which many boys and girls
have to do without. Does this make Harold happy? I
am not at all sure that it does. He is now begging that
he may ride Diamond before he goes in to his morning
lessons with his tutor. But Harold's father thinks the
lessons must come first and the ride afterwards. Harold
felt very cross and vexed, and instead of thanking his father
for this beautiful pony, which is his very own, he began to.
grumble because he might not ride him at once. I think
Diamond looks at his young master as if he wondered what
was the matter, and perhaps he thought that he would
rather have stayed in his old home, where a very dear little
-girl used to ride him, who was sweet and gentle and
obedient. But she was taken away to the Home above,
and her father felt so much pain when he saw Diamond, and
knew there was no little daughter to ride him, that he sold
him to Harold's father, who gave him to Harold for a birth-
day present. I hope Harold will be very attentive at his
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ICK looks as if he were listening very, very
earnestly to something he hears. He is a pretty
boy, and I think he must have a mother who
likes to see her boy neatly dressed. He wears a
nice white sailor shirt, and the collar is turned down, and
the tie is in a real sailor's knot. Dick has just learned to
tie that knot for himself, and he is quite proud to have
learned to do it. You see one hand is raised, and his curly
head is a little on one side. This shows he is listening to
something. What can it be ? I will tell you. That door
against which you see his shadow is thrown is the door of
his own home, and he hears from within his mother's voice
singing. She is singing to the baby as she rocks her to
sleep, and Dick loves his mother's voice-there is no sound
sweeter to him in all the world. Presently he pushes the
door gently open, and goes softly into the parlour, where
his mother is sitting with the baby in her arms. Dick
kneels down by her side, and his mother puts out a hand on
her boy's curly head, and, very low and soft, Dick joins in
that verse-
Soft and quiet is the bed
Where I lay my little head;
Thou hadst but a manger bare,
Rugged straw for pillow fair."

Dick knows the story of the manger and the Holy Child
who lay there, and he loves that verse. So do you, I

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Mr. Round the Butcher.

R. ROUND is a very stout man. You see how
tight his blue apron looks, and how large and
fat his hands are. He looks rather cross, and
the young lady who is talking to him looks very
gentle and kind. Mr. Round is come up to this lady's house
to say he has dismissed the boy who carried round her meat,
and that he would have no more to do with him. Now this
lady knows Jim's mother is poor and sickly, and she is
begging Mr. Round to forgive Jim, and give him one more
trial. What had Jim done to make Mr. Round so angry ?
Well, he had set down the basket of meat by the gate lead-
ing to the lady's house, and had climbed over into the field
opposite to pick up some chestnuts. While he was gone, a
large dog, belonging to a gentleman in the village, had passed
the basket. He sniffed round and round, and at last put his
big black nose under the white cloth. There was a tempting
leg of mutton, and Rollo was off with it like lightning. It
was very naughty of Jim to play, instead of doing his errand,
but he told the truth about it, and begged to be forgiven.
The kind lady is holding some money in her hand, and offers
to pay Mr. Round for the meat, and begs him to forgive Jim.
I hope Mr. Round may do so, but I am afraid he looks as if
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An Artist's Room.

RS. GRAY has lost her husband, and has been ill
for a long time. Her little girl, Lily, who is
standing at the back of her chair, has done all
she could to help and comfort her mother. But
it has been a sad time. You see it is a very pretty, neat
cottage, and there is a large portrait of Mr. Gray on the wall.
It was painted by himself, for he was an artist. There is his
easel in the corner, and the palette on which he mixed his
colours, and another picture on it, which poor Mrs. Gray
would sell if she could, to make a little money. The kind
lady who is sitting near Mrs. Gray has heard of her distress,
and is so sorry for her. She has come to say that she will
pay for Lily at the Art School, for Lily is like her father,
and has a great gift for painting. And, almost better still,
Mrs. Bird-for that is the lady's name-says a gentleman
she knows will come with her very soon, and look at the
pictures Mrs. Gray wants to sell, and perhaps buy one. In
that basket Mrs. Bird has a shape of jelly and some other
dainties, which may tempt Mrs. Gray's appetite. Lily begins
to think that the worst is over now, and they have found a
true friend. She is thinking how she may sell pictures one
day, and save her poor mother from care and trouble. Lily
is a very good girl, and I hope God will bless her.

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Ring Again!

ATE seems rather afraid to ring the bell. Her hand
is on it, but she gives such a very gentle pull
that it does not sound. Her little brother, Tom,
is tired of waiting, and so is Plush, the dog.
He is looking up at Kate, and saying with his brown eyes
as plainly as he can, Ring again! Ring again !" You see
there is a ticket in the window of the house, and on the
ticket is printed Apartments. Now, a lady is lodging
there, who has spoken to these two children on the beach,
and Tom has picked up a purse which they think the lady
dropped. Tom is holding it very tight, you see. He saw
it first, and he picked it up, so he wishes to be the one to
give it to the lady. At last Kate rings again, this time
louder than before, and a face appears at the window where
the ticket hangs, and then a woman opens the door. "We
want to see the lady who lodges here, if you please," Kate
said. "Oh! you can't see her; she is at dinner." "Then
we'll wait till she has done her dinner," said Tom defiantly.
"We have something very particular to say." Oh! I
daresay," the woman said, and then the door was shut; but
not before the lady in the parlour had heard the voices, and
came out to see what the children wanted. She asked them
to come in, and when Tom gave her her purse, she was so
pleased! She gave Tom a bright Jubilee shilling, and Kate
a book, and called the children her little friends. She did
not forget Plush, and he went scampering off with a bone,
which he carried home and buried in the garden. Perhaps
he wished to save it for his supper !

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AM sure this boy is coming home from school,
he looks so happy and so anxious to jump out
of the carriage. The guard had told him to
wait till the train stopped, for it is never safe to
get out till the carriage is quite stopped. Many people
have been hurt by stepping between the footboard and
the platform, while the train is in motion. What a bustle
there seems to be on the platform! There is a woman
hurrying along with a large basket, and look at her little
boy carrying an umbrella nearly as big as himself. Arthur
expects to see his elder brother waiting for him, but the
train is so late that his brother had been tired of waiting for
it, and had gone away. Arthur, however, knew his way, and
he soon got his box, and a porter took it to an omnibus, and
it is just rumbling off when Arthur catches sight of his
brother John. "Hallo Hallo!" Arthur calls, and jumps
up to make John see him. By doing this he stepped on an
old lady's toes, and she was rather cross, although Arthur
said over and over again, "I beg your pardon." John had
seen Arthur, and he was soon in the omnibus, and it jolted
through the streets, Arthur telling his brother all about the
last cricket-match, and how their school eleven had been
victorious. The omnibus passes the door of Arthur's house,
and how happy he is when the box is put down on the steps,
and he gives the bell a pull, which makes every one exclaim,
" That must be Arthur !"

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Anthony the Tailor.

NTHONY is the village tailor. He sits cross-
legged on his board and stitches away to earn
his bread. You see there are a pair of trousers
hanging on a line, and a waistcoat. Anthony is
now mending the coat. His big scissors lie by his side, and
there is an iron to press the seams flat. What is that man
saying who is standing at the door ? He has a pipe in his
hand and not a very nice face, and Anthony stops in his
work to answer him. "No, I never mean to touch gin or
beer again, so it is no use talking to me. I have had years
of misery from drink, and now I mean to have years of
happiness without it." "You will get as thin as one of
your own thread-papers," said the man. Well, that's
better than being as fat and round as a beer-barrel," was
Anthony's reply, laughing. Anthony had five little children
and a good wife, and since he had given up spending his
money on beer and gin, they had plenty to eat and nice
frocks to wear. Don't you think Anthony would be very
silly to listen to that man's tempting voice ? I do. He
soon got tired of standing idling there with his pipe, and
bidding Anthony a sulky Good-day," he lounged away.

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Gladys and her Doll.

HIS little girl leads a lonely life. 'You see she
wears a black frock, and she looks very thought-
ful and a little sad. Gladys lost her dear mother
a few weeks ago, and she is living with her
Grannie in a large old-fashioned house in the country.
Every one loves Gladys and feels sorry for her. Her Aunt
Bella sent her this Dolly you see in her arms, and Gladys
makes a friend of her. On the floor is Dolly's trunk, which
is full of pretty frocks and hats. Gladys is now going to
dress Dolly to go out, and is telling her she must be very
good and not squeak when she dresses her. For Dolly
squeaks when her waist is touched, and it sounds very much
like a naughty child. There is a pretty little bed too for
Dolly, with pink curtains. I am glad Gladys has Dolly for
a friend, but I wish she had some little companions to play
with. Don't you ? Perhaps her little cousins will come in the
summer and pay her a visit. But Grannie is an old lady,
and she cannot bear much noise in the house, so Gladys'
quiet ways suit her.

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Broken Eggs.

HESE two little girls set out so merrily one morn-
ing to take a basket of flowers and eggs to their
grandmother, who lives in a pretty cottage, just
outside their father's beautiful grounds. They
skipped gaily over the lawn, and then they came to a stile
which led into a field, across which their Grannie's cottage
stood. Rose, the youngest of the two little girls, had the
basket in her hand, and she forgot that eggs would break,
I think, for she jumped off the high step of the stile, and
fell on the grass on the other side. Some of the eggs rolled
out, and six were broken! You see she looks very
sorrowful as she stands there, and the elder sister, Kate,
is telling her that the lovely flowers from the greenhouse
their mother had cut for Grannie, are all sticky with eggs,
and spoiled-quite spoiled! What was to be done? The
two children had always been taught to tell the truth about
everything, and poor little Rose took the basket from her
sister and said in a sorrowful voice, "I shall go straight to
Grannie and tell her it was my fault." Then she bravely set
out, though tears would keep coming to her eyes as her sister
repeated, "It was so silly to jump off the stile!" Of course
it was silly, but I do not think Kate need have said so quite
so many times.

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The Tame Tiger.

OME people like to keep tame tigers, and if they
are taken from their mothers when they are very
young, they can be made, I believe, gentle and
well-behaved to their masters. I should not like
to try to tame one, and I am sure you would be afraid of a
tame tiger. This picture shows a room in India, or Bengal.
The houses are all built on the ground-floor, and you see the
window of this room opens on the garden-" the compound"
the gentleman who lives there calls it. He had tamed this
tiger, and it would follow him about outside the house, but
he did not allow it to come in. One day, however, the tiger
got out of the shed where he lived, and walked towards the
house. The window was open, and he crept very cautiously
inside. No one was there, and the tiger was just going to
lie down with his head on his paws,, when he caught sight of
what he thought was another tiger. He sprang up and
arched his back, and showed his great white teeth, and
waved his big tail up and down, just as you have seen
Pussie wave hers, when a dog barks at her. Then as the
other tiger did the same, with a mighty growl he sprang at
him, and the great mirror in which he had seen himself
reflected was dashed into a thousand pieces. The poor tiger
bounded away dreadfully frightened, and hid himself for
hours, till he was so hungry he was obliged to come out to
be fed. Nothing can really change a tiger's nature.

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A Jump through a Hoop.

HIS girl has just jumped through a hoop, and there
she stands with one toe touching the saddle on
a horse's back. The people who were watching
this girl are clapping their hands and laughing
and crying out, for her to do it again. Do you think that
girl is happy ? She has a very fine frock and a gold star
on her breast, and she likes to hear the crowd in the circus
clap their hands, and shout her name. But she is not happy,
poor child! The man whom you see holding the hoop is a
hard master. He thinks nothing of giving her a lash with
the whip, just as he treats the white horse. And when the
show is over, the poor girl is so tired, and she creeps away to
a very uneasy bed in the corner of a van, too tired to eat any
supper-too tired to sleep. There is no one to care for her,
or teach her about God and His will; and oh how sick she
gets of jumping through hoops night after night, and how
she hates the smart frocks, which some of the little girls who
watch her envy You do not envy her, I am sure; and you
must think of her when you say your little prayers, and ask
God to help her to get away from the circus, and earn her
living in another and better way.


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Fay in the Apple-Tree.

T looks very pleasant to be sitting in an apple-tree
on a bright summer day. This little girl has
Been perched up there for some time, and her
Cousin Olive has been looking for her all over
the garden. Fay hears her call, and thinks it great fun that
she cannot find her. Olive gets quite tired of calling, and is
just going back to the house, when she hears a laugh, in the
tree above her head. Oh, Fay! come down this minute.
Mother told you not to climb trees, and you have your best
frock on. Oh, Fay!" But Fay only laughed again, and
said, "Come up! come up! I shan't come down till I
choose." "Then I must run in and tell mother," Olive said,
" and she is sure to be very, very vexed with you, Fay. Do
come down." Now Fay did not like to confess, what was
really the truth, that she could not get down as easily as she
had got up. The fork of the tree made a comfortable seat,
but that bough you see, over which her legs are dangling,
gave a funny crack, crack, every time Fay moved. The end
of Fay's disobedience, was not very pleasant for her. The
gardener had to bring a ladder, and even then it was difficult
to manage, for the branch was quite rotten, and would not
bear any added weight. At last Fay was safely on the
ground, and I do not think she will climb the apple-tree
again in a hurry.

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Lionel's Fall.

' IONEL and Alfred had gone out for a day's
expedition amongst the rocks in Torbay. There
are some curious caves there, which can be
entered at low-tide. Lionel was very fond of
collecting anemones, and other strange creatures which are
to be found in these caves. He was so busy about this, that
he did not see how close the water had come to his feet.
Alfred had gone round the corner, and thought Lionel was
following him, but soon he found that he was left behind.
He shouted to him, but got no answer. Lionel, finding his
danger, had tried to climb up the face of the rock, and had
fallen, and hurt himself so much that he could not move.
Alfred ran round to the top of the rock, and called in vain.
Then he went for help, and as it was getting quite dark, the
men who came with him carried a lantern and gave him
one also. The men knew a path which led through the rocks
to the cave, and here you see Alfred, who had gone on first,
finding his brother senseless. He was greatly distressed;
but Lionel had only fainted from pain, for he had broken
his leg. The men helped to carry him round the rocks, as
the tide had gone back; and though Lionel was ill for some
time, he got better, and neither he nor Alfred ever forgot
that expedition to the caves.

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ONSTANCE, or Connie, as she is generally called,
is a dear little girl, but she has one fault which
spoils her very much. Constance is very vain.
She will cry and sulk, I am ashamed to say, if
she does not have the frock she wishes to wear, and her
kind Nurse Jane is often very much vexed by what she calls
Miss Connie's "tantrums about her dress." Constance has
been sent for, to go into the drawing-room to see a lady who
is calling upon her aunt, and who knows Connie's father,
who is a soldier in India. Connie wants to put on her very
best frock, which is a smart pinkish merino, made very
fashionably. Jane thinks rightly that Connie ought not
to wear that frock in the morning, and so she puts on a
clean muslin pinafore over her school-room dress, and ties
it with a nice sash which matches it. How cross Connie
looks! Her brother Frank is laughing at her, and telling
her she is as proud as a peacock," and that for his part he
hates finery, and that she looks a hundred times better in
her plain frock. But Frank does not make Connie feel any
more contented or happy, and she goes down grumbling to
herself, and her father's friend, who is waiting to see her,
thinks when Connie comes up the long drawing-room,
"What a pretty child but how she frowns, and how cross
she looks !" Connie will have to learn that all wise people
think children look far best plainly dressed, if they have a
pleasant smile on their face.

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The Secret Chamber.

LADYS and her Cousin Emma have been sent to
pay a visit to their grandmother, who lives in an
old house in the country. Emma has heard that
there is a secret room in the study, and she has
been teazing her grandmother to let her go into it. Old Lady
Baker always said, "You must wait till your Uncle Robert
comes, and then he will show you the secret chamber. I
never open it, or allow it to be opened! But Emma was
determined to find it out for herself. You see she is
mounted on one of the old oak chairs, and is feeling along the
panel for the opening. One of the servants has told her that
the panel flies back if the spring is touched. Gladys is
looking at her cousin and saying, You had better wait for
Uncle Robert, Emma." But Emma is full of curiosity, and at
last she does touch the spring, and back flies the panel, and
there is the secret chamber! It is very dusty and murky
and dark, and a mouse scampered away as the panel flew
back. Come in! come in !" Emma said, and Gladys got on
the chair and jumped into the dark room by her cousin's
side. There were some old books, and a chair and a stool in
the corner. As Gladys jumped down, by some means she
touched the spring in the panel, and it closed, and the two
little girls were shut up in the dark It was quite an hour
before their thumps and cries were heard-the longest hour
they ever spent. It would have been better to wait, as they
were told, for Uncle Bob.

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The Broken Ice.

'ERE you ever on a frozen pond? If your father
has been skating, or your big brother, I dare-
say you have been taken to the edge of the ice
to watch them cutting capers with their skates.
It is so very nice to watch skating on a bright winter day,
when the sun shines, and the sky is blue, and the snow looks
like lovely crystals as it lies on the hard ground. But it is
not a day like that, in this picture. A thaw had set in, and
although Harry had been warned by his father not to go
upon the pond by the boathouse, he was disobedient, and
thought he would just go, a very little way. There was no
harm in that; he could get back to the edge of the pond in a
minute. Ah Harry, the little way was too far. Almost as
soon as he had got on the pond he heard a noise, then a
crack, crack, then another, louder, and then Harry turned
back, but it was too late; a great square bit of ice gave way,
and he slipped into the water. His cry brought his father
and his brother Jim and the gardener to his help. Jim's
weight was the lightest, and he managed to get to the place
where Harry was hanging with his half-frozen hinds to the
jagged edge of ice. Jim, you see, has a firm hold of him,
and his father will catch hold of him, and so Harry will be
dragged out. He is cold and frightened, and I hope really
sorry for his disobedience.

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The Cottage by the Sea.

HAT a pretty cottage this is under the shelter of
those high rocks, and the blue sea just below it!
S Alice Strong lives there; her husband is a fisher-
man. You see there are nets hanging out to
dry, and baskets into which the fish are put, and corks
which keep the nets floating, when they are thrown upon the
water from the boat. Alice Strong has been mending a net,
and she has it in her hand, as she stands by the low wall.
She is watching, watching, for some one to come home.
The tea is all ready inside the cottage, and the honeysuckle
which climbs over the porch up to the little window, smells
very sweetly, and Alice has been out twenty times to see if
Jack Strong, her husband, is not coming. His boat ought
to have been in the bay hours ago, and Alice is very, very
anxious; for sometimes sudden squalls come over the bay,
and many a little fishing-boat has been lost. But Alice has
prayed to God to keep her husband safe, and she puts her
trust in Him. Now she hears a step coming along the path
by the sea. She listens, and can scarcely breathe, for she
thinks it is his step. Yes, there he is coming home safe, and
in another moment Alice has thrown down her net, and
rushed out to meet her dear husband. I am so glad he is
brought home safe, for it had been a very stormy night.

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Wild Peacocks.

S DARE say you have heard people say, when a
girl is very smart and walks along with her head
in the air, as much as to say, "Only look at
me," She is as proud as a peacock." Well, here
are a great many peacocks. They are beautiful birds, with
their long tails sweeping the ground, or set up at their backs
like big fans. The eyes in the feathers are so pretty, and
the colours of the feathers change with the changing light.
Perhaps you have seen one or two or three peacocks strutting
up and down on a terrace, before a grand house in the country.
And did you ever hear a peacock sing ? The little humble
brown thrush in the hawthorn-tree can sing a lovely song,
which we all love to hear in the spring days. But the pea-
cock screams and screeches. The scream is like the harsh
and ugly noise of a penny trumpet. There is an old saying,
"Fine feathers make a fine bird." I should say that they
do not make a pleasant bird. And while we admire the pea-
cock's beautiful feathers, we only hope never to hear him
sing again. So, however pretty a child is, and however
beautiful is her dress, if she speaks in a cross, angry voice,
we do not care to be with her. We prefer a gentle, modest
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The Woman with the Lamp.

HIS woman is carrying a lamp in her hand. You
see she is not dressed like the women in
England, and has a handkerchief tied round
her head. It is a dark night, and the stars
look down on the great round dome of the Temple, and the
narrow streets are silent, and only one other woman is in
sight. The woman with the lantern looks very grave, for
she has dropped a piece of money, and she is searching for it
right and left. The light of the lamp falls on the pavement
of the street, and makes a ray of light against that dark
passage leading under an archway. I do not know if that
woman will find her piece of silver, but the picture makes
me think of a woman about whom the Lord Jesus told a
beautiful story, when He was upon earth. If you ask your
mother, she will be so kind, I know, as to read the story to
you from the 15th chapter of St. Luke's Gospel. Then I
think, if you look at this picture of the lighted lamp in the
Eastern city, you will be better able to understand that
Bible story-one of the prettiest in the Bible, I always think.




Little Tim.

HIS little boy does not live in a house, as you do.
He lives in a boat called a barge. If your home
is near a canal or a river, I daresay you have seen
those big barges coming along with a funny little
cabit, which is the parlour, kitchen, and sleeping-room of
boys like little Tim. On and on, backwards and forwards,
the barge goes all the year round, sometimes pulled by a
horse, which is tied by a strong rope to the barge, and
is driven along by a man. Sometimes a man puts a long
pole into the water and shoves the barge along, walking up
and down the narrow deck to do this. Tim is, you see, seated
on the deck of the Sarah Ann. He has no shoes, and his
little trousers are very ragged, and there are many holes in
his old blue jersey. Tim has a dear little face, and he is
thinking about something very hard. What can it be ? He
is thinking he would like sometimes to be on the shore
and play with little boys and girls; but if ever the barge
stopped at a place it passed, and Tim went ashore, the boys
and girls would not play with him, called him "ragamuffin,"
and made fun of his old jersey and his bare feet. Poor Tim!
He had no one to care for him and teach him, but I hope
better times will come for him, and all the barge-children on
the rivers and canals.

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ERE is a picture of the inside of Tim's barge.
You see the roof is very low, and there is only
a tiny little window to let in sun and air. Tim
has one good friend, a young bargeman, who
works for his father. He has been sitting with Tim on his
knee for a long time, and trying to tempt him to take some
bread and milk he has made for him. You see there is only
one stool in the cabin, and Jack, Tim's kind friend, is seated
on what is called the locker. Tim's ragged little clothes are
hanging up on a peg. Jack is sadly afraid Tim will never
put them on again. He wants to take him to the hospital,
for he feels sure he will never get well in that close, low
cabin, which is so hot and airless. But Tim's father does
not want him to go to the hospital, and he is sitting on
deck smoking a pipe and feeling very miserable about Tim,
though he says, He shan't go to the hospital ; he's all I've
got." I hope Tim's father will change his mind when a kind
lady comes on the barge at Gloucester to see Tim, and tells
his father the only chance for his life, is good nursing. Tim
loves to hear hymns said to him, and Jack can't remember
them, though he tries very hard for Tim's sake.

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Lily and Violet.

HESE dear little girls are not only saying their
prayers." They are telling their dear Father in
Heaven of their trouble, for in the next room
their own dear mother is lying very ill. The
doctors have told their father that the house must be kept
very quiet. Lily and Violet had come to bed without Nurse,
to help them to undress. Nurse was with their dear mother,
and Lily and Violet had to do without her this evening.
They had cried a little at first, for poor little Violet 'could
not unfasten the strings of her petticoat, and when Lily
pulled them they only got into a firmer knot. At last the
string came off-Violet pulled it so hard-and Violet was
beginning to cry again, when she thought of her dear mother,
and that perhaps she might hear her in the next room.
Presently she kissed Lily and said, "Do let us ask God to
make mother well, and I think Hie will hear us." Yes, and
let us love one another. Violet, 1 am sorry I was cross about
the knot, but I will try to sew the string on to-morrow."
Then the children put on their night-dresses, and knelt down
as you see them, and prayed out of the depth of their hearts
to God, to make their mother well again.

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