Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The holiday
 A child's fancy
 Letter from dolls
 The test
 Winding the clock
 The doll's bonnet
 The poppy
 The fisherman's wife
 The house of cards
 The bluebirds who would have their...
 The European house-sparrow
 Charles reading the bible
 Story of Robin Redbreast
 The fourth of July
 The elephant and the bridge
 Henry's happy day
 The little boy's mistake
 The flying fish
 The words of Christ
 Charlotte cutting bread
 Bessie's temptation
 Edwin makes himself useful
 The children's song
 The cat and the chicken
 Playing at icebergs
 The donkeys
 Lizzie and her chicks
 More scared than hurt
 Who'll buy the baby?
 How the cat was lost and found
 The horse that called a doctor
 The boy and the butterfly
 Which is the prettier doll?
 Frank learns to walk
 The life-boat
 Eddie's good-night hymn
 Ellen's bunch of grapes
 Lucian and his cousin
 All for the best
 The ship in the ice
 Alfred's mishap
 How Grip took care of the lady
 Charles and his dog
 Nora's hymn
 "Don't do that, naughty sheep"
 Minnie's gift
 Emma's pets
 May's little pinky
 Kitty Gray
 The deer and the fawn
 The toad in search of a supper
 The sisters in the bower
 Aunt Helen
 Our woodpecker
 How Johnny lost his supper
 Jack and the sparrow
 Margaret's story
 How a dog took in "The Times"
 Deaf and dumb
 Rain in the woods
 Fanny and her pets
 Who stole the eggs?
 The wheelbarrow: A tragedy in five...
 Arthur's new ship
 Lucy and her chicks
 Holding the skein
 The donkey, the fox, and the...
 Evening hymn
 Letter from an injured person
 The severe schoolmaster
 The horse and the lamb
 Baby is awake
 By the cradle
 The two cakes
 The rain
 Story of little Benjamin
 The two travellers
 Brownie's kittens
 Autumn days
 Shun bad company
 Max and his kid
 A true incident
 Mary and the birds
 Can kites be of use
 Four years old
 The crow
 Grandmother has come
 Tea and coffee
 Mother's good-night
 The ride to Boston
 The big snow-ball
 Sleepy time
 My winter friend
 About Minnie
 Little Anna's pictures
 Making a way through the ice
 The call of Samuel
 Susan as a Greek girl
 The concert
 The dogs in the barn-yard
 Beautiful things
 "A merry Christmas, Grandpa!"
 Beautiful things
 Back Cover

Group Title: Holiday, and other stories, for youngest readers
Title: The holiday, and other stories, for youngest readers
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Title: The holiday, and other stories, for youngest readers
Physical Description: iv, 188, 2 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. ;
Language: English
Creator: Pletsch, Oscar, 1830-1888 ( Illustrator )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Billings, Hammatt, 1818-1874 ( Illustrator )
Shorey, John L ( Publisher )
Nichols & Hall ( Publisher )
Rand, Avery & Frye
John Andrew & Son ( Engraver )
Publisher: John L. Shorey
Nichols & Hall
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Electrotyped and Printed by Rand, Avery & Frye
Publication Date: 1870
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1870   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1870   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1870   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1870
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: with more than one hundred illustrations by Oscar Pletsch, Harrison Weir, Hammatt Billings, and others.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow text.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055511
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Table of Contents
        Page iii
        Page iv
    The holiday
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    A child's fancy
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Letter from dolls
        Page 6
        Page 7
    The test
        Page 8
    Winding the clock
        Page 9
        Page 10
    The doll's bonnet
        Page 11
    The poppy
        Page 12
    The fisherman's wife
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    The house of cards
        Page 16
        Page 17
    The bluebirds who would have their house cleaned
        Page 18
    The European house-sparrow
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Charles reading the bible
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Story of Robin Redbreast
        Page 23
    The fourth of July
        Page 24
        Page 25
    The elephant and the bridge
        Page 26
    Henry's happy day
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    The little boy's mistake
        Page 30
    The flying fish
        Page 31
    The words of Christ
        Page 32
    Charlotte cutting bread
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Bessie's temptation
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    Edwin makes himself useful
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The children's song
        Page 41
    The cat and the chicken
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Playing at icebergs
        Page 45
        Page 46
    The donkeys
        Page 47
    Lizzie and her chicks
        Page 48
    More scared than hurt
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    Who'll buy the baby?
        Page 52
    How the cat was lost and found
        Page 53
        Page 54
    The horse that called a doctor
        Page 55
    The boy and the butterfly
        Page 56
    Which is the prettier doll?
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Frank learns to walk
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The life-boat
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Eddie's good-night hymn
        Page 63
    Ellen's bunch of grapes
        Page 64
    Lucian and his cousin
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
    All for the best
        Page 68
    The ship in the ice
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Alfred's mishap
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    How Grip took care of the lady
        Page 75
        Page 76
    Charles and his dog
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Nora's hymn
        Page 80
    "Don't do that, naughty sheep"
        Page 81
        Page 82
    Minnie's gift
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Emma's pets
        Page 85
        Page 86
    May's little pinky
        Page 87
        Page 88
    Kitty Gray
        Page 89
        Page 90
    The deer and the fawn
        Page 91
    The toad in search of a supper
        Page 92
    The sisters in the bower
        Page 93
    Aunt Helen
        Page 94
    Our woodpecker
        Page 95
        Page 96
    How Johnny lost his supper
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    Jack and the sparrow
        Page 100
    Margaret's story
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
    How a dog took in "The Times"
        Page 104
        Page 105
    Deaf and dumb
        Page 106
    Rain in the woods
        Page 107
        Page 108
    Fanny and her pets
        Page 109
        Page 110
    Who stole the eggs?
        Page 111
        Page 112
    The wheelbarrow: A tragedy in five acts
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
    Arthur's new ship
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Lucy and her chicks
        Page 120
    Holding the skein
        Page 121
        Page 122
    The donkey, the fox, and the lion
        Page 123
    Evening hymn
        Page 124
        Page 124
    Letter from an injured person
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
    The severe schoolmaster
        Page 128
    The horse and the lamb
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Baby is awake
        Page 132
    By the cradle
        Page 133
    The two cakes
        Page 134
        Page 135
    The rain
        Page 136
    Story of little Benjamin
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
    The two travellers
        Page 140
    Brownie's kittens
        Page 141
        Page 142
    Autumn days
        Page 143
    Shun bad company
        Page 144
    Max and his kid
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
    A true incident
        Page 151
    Mary and the birds
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
    Can kites be of use
        Page 157
        Page 158
    Four years old
        Page 159
    The crow
        Page 160
    Grandmother has come
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
    Tea and coffee
        Page 165
    Mother's good-night
        Page 166
    The ride to Boston
        Page 167
    The big snow-ball
        Page 168
    Sleepy time
        Page 169
        Page 170
    My winter friend
        Page 171
    About Minnie
        Page 172
    Little Anna's pictures
        Page 173
    Making a way through the ice
        Page 174
        Page 175
    The call of Samuel
        Page 176
    Susan as a Greek girl
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
    The concert
        Page 180
    The dogs in the barn-yard
        Page 181
        Page 182
        Page 183
        Page 184
    Beautiful things
        Page 185
    "A merry Christmas, Grandpa!"
        Page 186
        Page 187
    Beautiful things
        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

Electrotyped and Printed by Rand, Avery, & Frye, Boston.


The Holiday. By Uncle John........ I The Life-Boat...................... 61
Letters from Dolls.................. 6 Ellen's Bunch of Grapes ............ 64
Winding the Clock. (Pletsch)........ 9 Lucian and his Cousin.............. 65
The Doll's Bonnet. By G. T. Brown.. Ir The Ship in the Ice................. 69
The Poppy......................... 12 Alfred's Mishap. (Froment)......... 71
The Bluebirds' House. By Charlie's About Grip. By Trottie's Aunt...... 75
Mamma........................ 18 Charles and his Dog. (Weir)........ 77
The European House-Sparrow....... 19 Don't do that, naughty Sheep "...... Sr
Charles Reading the Bible............ 21 'Minnie's Gift. By Acorn............. 83
Story of Robin Redbreast. By W.O.C. 23 Emma's Pets ....................... 85
The Fourth of July. By Alfred Selwyn 24 May's Little Pinky.................. 87
The Elephant and the Bridge. By Trot- The Deer and the Fawn.............. 91
tie's Aunt........................ 26 Aunt Helen. By Frank............ 94
Henry's Happy Day. By Emily Car- Our Woodpecker. By W. O. C....... 95
ter. (Pletsch) .................. 27 How Johnny lost his Supper......... 97
The Little Boy's Mistake. By Uncle Margaret's Story....................or
Charles ......................... 30 How a Dog, &c. By Trottie's Aunt... 104
The Words of Christ................ 32 Rain in the Woods ................ 107
Charlotte Cutting Bread.............. 33 Fanny and her Pets................. Io9
Bessie's Temptation ............... 36 The Wheelbarrow, a tragedy, with seven
Edwin makes himself Useful......... 39 designs by Frolich ................13
The Cat and the Chicken............ 42 Arthur's New Ship .................. 8
Playing at Icebergs.................. 45 Lucy and her Chicks. By W. O. C.....120
The Donkeys ..................... 47 Holding the Skein. (Pletsch)........121
Lizzie and her Chicks. By W. O. C.... 48 The Donkey, Fox, and Lion..... .....123
More Scared than Hurt By Emily Car- Letter from an Injured Person........125
ter.............................. 49 The Severe Schoolmaster............28
How the Cat was Lost and Found. By The Horse and the Lamb............129
Trottie's Aunt................... 53 Baby is Awake. (Pletsch)...........132
The Horse that called a Doctor....... 55 The Two Cakes .....................34
Which is the Prettier Doll? (Pletsch) 57 Story of Little Benjamin............. 137
Frank learns to walk................ 59 The Two Travellers................ 140


Brownie's Kittens ................. 141 The Ride to Boston ............... 167
Max and his Kid. (With seven illustra- The Big Snow-Ball ................ 168
tioris by L. Frolich)................145 Sleepy Time...................... 169
A True Incident ...................151 About Minnie .................... 172
Mary and the Birds. By W. O. C..... 52 Little Anna's Pictures." By W. O. C... 173
Saved ............................. 53 Making a Way through the Ice ....... 74
Can Kites be of Use ................157 Susan as a Greek Girl ............... 77
Grandmother has come ............. 61 The Dogs in the Barnyard ........... 181
Tea and Coffee .................... 165 "A Merry Christmas, Granpda ....186


A Child's Fancy. By A............. 4 Sisters in the Bower. (Pletsch)...... 93
The Test. By Mrs. A. M. Wells..... 8 Jack and the Sparow ...............Ioo
The Fisherman's Wife. By A........ 13 Deaf and Dumb. By A .............Io6
Morning. By A .................... 15 Who stole-the Eggs ?.................. i
The House of Cards. By Ida Fay.... 16 Evening Hymn .....................24
The Flying Fish .................... 31 Corn ........................... 124
The Children's Song. By Emily Carter 41 By the Cradle. By Emily Carter .....133
Ring-Ting. By William Allingham... 44 The Rain. By Gerda Fay.......... 36
Who'll buy Baby? By Aunt Clara... 52 Shun Bad Company. By Aunt Clara..144
The Boy and Butterfly ............. 56 Autumn Days. By Emily Carter..... 43
Eddie's Good-Night Hymn........... 63 Four Years Old. By Fannie Benedict 159
All for the Best .................... 68 The Crow. By Emily Carter......... 60
Evening. By A.................... 79 Mother's Good-Night................ 66
Nora's Hymn. By Emily Carter...... 8o My Winter Friend. By M. Douglas ..171
Kitty Gray. By Aunt Clara........... 89 The Call of Samuel ................. 177
Wishes. By Mrs. Harrington........ 90 The Concert.......................18o
The Toad. By Marian Douglas...... 92 Beautiful Things ....................185


I SHOULD like to take you, one of these fine summer days,
to a place that I know on the seacoast. It is not a great


many miles from the city; but there are woods and hills, and
all the sights and sounds of the country, around you.
In the midst of them is a charming little cottage. From
the front windows of the cottage, you catch a glimpse of the
ocean through the pine-trees; and within a stone's-throw
you have rocks and coves, and sandy beaches, and all the
sights and sounds of the sea.
This cottage is the summer home of my Cousin Annie.
She thinks there is no place in the world like it, and is as
happy there as the day is long.
But to-day she is having a nicer time than ever; for her
brother Charles has come home for a holiday. Charles is a
tall, manly boy, about fifteen years old.
When he comes down to the seashore, he likes to throw
off his city clothes, and put on a loose sailor-dress. I think
he has been out in a boat this morning; and I dare say he
has brought home a good mess of fish. But he is going to
spend, the rest of the day with Annie.
Annie has had her morning bath, and her stroll on the
beach. Little Freddy, the pet of the family, has been with
her, and has been having a grand time picking up stones
and shells, and digging wells in the sand.
And now they have all come together up on the high,
grassy point, which they call the Look-out," to enjoy the
sea-breeze. Little tired Freddy has gone fast asleep in his
sister's lap. Charles kneels beside her, and, with spy-glass in
hand, is taking a view of the ocean, and pointing out all that
there is to be seen.
Now, if any of my little readers who live far back in the
country, on the mountains or the prairies, would like to
look at the ocean, they cannot do better than to fancy that
they are sitting by Annie's side.
The wide, open sea is before you. It is a warm, sunny


day; but the sea-breeze keeps you cool. With every breath
of the pure, salt air; you seem to take in new life.
You hear the waves rolling and breaking on the beach,
and dashing and gurgling among the rocks. You see sail
after sail dotting the waters far as the eye can reach. Listen
now, and Charles will tell us something about them.
"There is a large ship," he says, "at anchor in the bay.
She must be a man-of-war; but she is so far away, that I

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can hardly make her out. I see three or four fishing-vessels
coming in. I see three brigs and any number of schooners.
"One of them, I think, is a pilot-boat. And there is a
large vessel coming in. She must be an emigrant-ship. Yes:
her deck is filled with people."
"Oh! let me look at her," said Annie. "How glad they
must be to see the land!"
Charles hands her the spy-glass, and she takes a long look
through it. All of a sudden she exclaims, "Why! Charles,
I do believe I see the sea-serpent!"
Nonsense !" says Charles, taking back the glass. It is
only a school of porpoises."
Then we have a good laugh at Annie's mistake.
And here we will end our trip to the seaside.

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O LITTLE flowers! you love me so,
You could not do without me;
O little birds that come and go!
You sing sweet songs about me;
O little moss! observed by few,
That round the tree is creeping,
You like my head to rest on you
When I am idly sleeping.

O rushes by the river-side!
You bow when I come near you;
O fish! you leap about with pride,
Because you think I hear you;
O river! you shine clear and bright,
To tempt me to look in you;
O water-lilies pure and white !
You hope that I shall win you.


Pretty things! you love me so,
I see I must not leave you:
You'd find it very dull, I know -
I should not like to grieve you.
Don't wrinkle up, you silly moss;
My flowers, you need not shiver;
My little buds, don't look so cross;
Don't talk so loud, my river.

I'm telling you I will not go;
It's foolish to feel slighted;
It's rude to interrupt me so:
You ought to be delighted.
Ah! now you're growing good, I see,
Though anger is beguiling:
The pretty blossoms nod at me;
I see a robin smiling.

And I will make a promise, dears,
That will content you, may be, -
I'll love you through the happy years,
Till I'm a nice old lady.
True love (like yours and mine), they say,
Can never think of ceasing,
But year by year, and day by day,
Keeps steadily increasing. A.

A plate of apples was passed round to a group of children.
There was a fine red apple at the top, which a little girl took.
" How greedy you are!" said her next neighbor, "to take
the largest. I meant to take that myself."

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never heard Lucy call me any thing else, and she has had
me ever since she was two years old. Now she is six.
When I first came here to live, I think that Lucy could
not have known how weak I was; for she was not careful
of me, and one day she let me fall to the floor, and I broke
one of my ankles. Ever since that, I have not been able top
walk without limping.
Lucy is older now, and takes more care of me. The only

" Nursery comes. Just as quick as she sees it iin her papa's

Once she did let me sit in her lap; and then I saw beautiful
pictures, and I wished I could read what it said about them.
I s Lucy's doll. I t kin e my name must be D hey; for I

I know it was something nice, for Lucy looked pleased. But
me ever since she was two years old. Now she is six.
When I first came here to lle, I think that Lucy could

of me and one day she let me fall to the p oor, and I broke

dolls cannot read. Is it not too bad ?
I send you a copy of my photograph. I am in Lucy's
I send you a copy of my photograph. I am in Lucy's


arms, you see, and have my bonnet on. I shall say nothing
of Sarah's doll; for I don't like her, she is so proud.
If you print this letter, I will write you another, and tell
you of a dreadful accident that happened to me soon after
I broke my ankle. THEKLA.
I am Sarah's doll, and I am larger and handsomer than
the pert thing that belongs to Lucy. I have a blue silk dress,
trimmed with red ribbons; I have purple shoes; and my
hair is black and thick, and I am to have it done up behind
in a bunch one of these days.
I do not have a broken ankle, like some folks. Oh, no !
Sarah thinks too much of me to let me fall, and break my
limbs. She has a nice trunk, in which she lays me away when
she is not playing with me. It is dark there, which I do not
like; but then no dust can get on my nice silk.
Sarah has a black doll whose name is Flora. She is my
slave. I can beat her as much as I like; that is, if Sarah
will help me, for I cannot lift my arm without Sarah's help.
Sarah's brother Tom is a bad boy. One day he took me, and
tied me face to face with black Flora. I thought I should
have fainted. Another time, he tied a piece of twine round
my feet, and hung me, with my head down, on the knob of
the door. He says I am a proud thing, and so he likes to
play tricks on me.
I do not care for books or pictures. All I care for is dress.
If I am dressed well, and my cheeks are red, I am as happy
as a doll can be. But I do not like to see Lucy's doll dressed
as well as I am.
Now, I am told there are some little girls who are just like
me in these things. They do not care for books or pictures.
All they care for is dress; and they do not like to see other


little girls with dresses as fine as their own. If you do not
want to have people say of you, She is silly as a doll," you
must try and not be like me in these things.
You must love books and pictures. You must care for
many other things besides dress. You must like to see your
friends dressed as well as you are, and must not feel envy
if they are dressed better. Envy is a bad, bad feeling: you
must drive it out of your heart, and leave it to dolls.

There is no truth in the story that I am a slave. I am no
such thing. I am as good as Sarah's doll; and, if she beats
me, I can beat her if Sarah will only help me.
When I am dressed up, I am very handsome. It is true,
I am kept in the kitchen, and do not take tea with the two
lady dolls. The hair on my head was got from an old mat'-
tress, and my eyes are made out of blue beads. But I know
quite as much as the two lady dolls do, and can write just
as good a letter. FLORA.

BUTTERCUPS, every one Chasing the dragon-fly,
Bright, like a summer sun, Johnny, with shout and cry,
Looking and smiling so bonny, Tramples the fair fields over;
Some of you come with me While I string lilac-bells,
Something I want to see, Or, in the grassy dells,
Want to find out, about Johnny. Hunt for the four-leaved clover.

If I can slip you in Stirring you through and through,
Close under Johnny's chin; How the winds play with you,
If you can there shine clearly; Putting you all in a flutter !
Though he may own it not, Tell me, 0 buttercup!
We shall the truth have got, Through the grass looking up,
Johnny loves butter too dearly. Tell me, Does Johnny love butter ?


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WHILE my mother winds the clock, I hold the watch to

name is Alice too; and I was named after my aunt.
my er. L Tik, icktid," t sas; or i isa rel slv9


I will tell you how she came to give me the watch. She
said that she had an old watch that once belonged to her
grandfather, who was, of course, my great-grandfather.
"Now, Alice," said my aunt, "if you will learn to tell the
time of day, you shall have the watch." So I learnt to tell
all the figures on the watch,-1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.12.
Then I learnt what the short hand of the watch meant, and
what the long hand meant.
Then I got my mother to explain to me all about it; and,
after a week's practice, I could tell the time of day quite
So I called on my Aunt Alice, and said, Now, aunt, if
you please, I will take that old silver watch that once be-
longed to my great-grandfather."
"What! you haven't learned already to tell the time of
day, have you?" cried my aunt.
"Just try me," said I. So my aunt led me to the clock,
and pointed to it; and I said at once, without a pause, It is
seven minutes past three o'clock."
You are right, little girl," said my aunt. The watch
is yours. It does not keep very good time now. It loses
about ten minutes a day. But, if you will take care of it,
I will send it to the watchmaker's, and have it cleaned and
This my aunt did, when she found that I took good care
of the watch; and now every day I hang the watch up on a
nail by the side of my bed. It keeps good time, and I have
learnt to wind it up every day myself. My mother says I
am a small girl to own a watch, and that mine is rather a
big one for a lady: but I love it because it once belonged
to my great-grandfather; and he, I am told, was a good man.


LITTLE Helen is three years old. One day, she was
tired of playing with her dishes: her blocks would
not make houses; and her doll was naughty," she
said. So she came, and laid her curly head on my
Please take me up, mamma. Tell me a story."
What shall I tell Helen about?" I said, as I let her
"cuddle up cosey in my lap.
"Tell me about when you were a little girl."
So this is the story I told my darling: -
When I was a little girl like you, only larger, my Aunt
Mary brought me a doll,--a great doll, with a head made
of wood, so that I could not break it if I let it fall on the
This doll had blue eyes and very red cheeks. She was
nicely dressed, just like a grown-up lady. But, what pleased
me most, she had a bonnet, a real bonnet made of straw,
with a blue ribbon round it. She was a fine doll indeed;
and I loved her very much: her name was Lucy.
"We had a little dog then: his name .was Carlo. He was
quite a young dog; and he would jump about and play, just
as the kitten plays with you. One day, my mother took me
to spend the day at my grandma's house.
I left my doll on a great box in the corner of the kitchen;
and Carlo was left at home too. We were gone all day.
When we came back, I ran to find my dear doll, my pretty
Lucy. And where do you think she was ?"
Then little Helen opened her eyes very wide, and said,
SWhere ?"
Why, she was on the floor; and her pretty bonnet was


all crushed and torn! Carlo had jumped up in a chair, and
then on the box; and he had taken my Lucy by the head,
and with his sharp teeth had pulled off the nice straw bon-
net, trampled on it, and torn it all in pieces. It was quite
"Then what did you do? Did you cry ?" asked Helen.
Yes, I cried very much. Then I ran after Carlo; and I
caught him by the hair, and held him fast, and raised my
fist to pound him as hard as ever I could, and punish him
for touching my doll.
But my mother would not let me do so to poor Carlo.
She said it was my fault for leaving my doll on the box.
Carlo did not mean any harm: he did not know any better.
I ought to have put my doll in my play-house."
Tell me about your play-house, mamma."
But I saw that my little Helen's eyes were very sleepy;
so I said, "Not now, my darling. Some other time you
shall hear about the play-house." G. T. BROWN.

-. EDWIN found a bright-red flower in the
'' wheat-field, and brought it home to his
mother. "What can it be ? Is it a lily ?"
he asked.
S No," said his mother. It is a poppy."
"I do not like the smell of it," said he.
"It is not so sweet as a rose or as a pink."
No : this is a flower from which a poi-
sonous drug, called opium, is made. A
very small bit of opium would put you to sleep, and a large
piece would kill you."



THE wind bloweth wildly: she stands on the shore;
She shudders to hear it, and will evermore.
The rush of the waves, as they rose and they fell,
Evermore to her fancy will sound like a knell.

" When, mother, dear mother, will father return ?
His supper is ready, the sticks brightly burn;
His chair is beside them, with dry shoes and coat:
I'm longing to kiss him oh! where is the boat?


"Why does he not come with his fish on his arm?
He must want his supper; he cannot be warm.
I'll stroke his cold cheek, with his wet hair I'll play:
I want so to kiss him oh! why does he stay ?"

Unheeding the voice of that prattler, she stood
To watch the wild war of the tempest and flood.
One little black speck in the distance doth float:
'Tis her world, 'tis her life, 'tis her fisherman's boat!

Her poor heart beats madly twixtt hope and despair:
She watches his boat with a wild, glassy stare.
Ah! 'tis hid beneath torrents of silvery spray:
Ah! 'tis buried in chasms that yawn for their prey.

Over mountains of horrible waves it is tost:
It is far, it is near, it is safe it is lost!
The proud waves of ocean, unheeding, rush on;
But alas for the little black speck it is gone !

Oh! weep for the fisherman's boat, but weep more
For the desolate woman who stands on the shore:
She flies to her home with a shrill cry of pain, -
To that home where her loved one may come not again.

All night she sits speechless, her child weeping near;
But no sob shakes her bosom, her eye feels no tear:
In heart-broken, motionless, stupid despair,
She sits gazing on at his coat and his chair.

Hark! a click of the latch a hand opens the door -
'Tis a step -her heart leaps -'tis his step on the floor:
He stands there before her all dripping and wet;
But his smile and his kiss have warm life in them yet.


He is here, he is safe, though his boat is a wreck:
He sinks in his chair, while her arms clasp his neck;
And a sweet little voice in his ear whispers this:
"Do kiss me, dear father, I long for a kiss !" A



How pleasant is the morning How pleasant is the morning !
How innocent and bright Bright earth and dewy sky
How pretty and surprising Delicious tears are weeping,
To see the sun uprising, And rivulets are leaping,
A ball of golden light; And breezes flutter by ; [grass,
While sleepy twilight melts away, And birds and flowers and trees and
And the delicious summer day And changeful shadows as they pass,
Succeeds the silent night! Enchant the eager eye.

How pleasant is the morning How pleasant is the morning !
The flowers begin to shine: How bountiful is He
No longer idly dozing, Who made delight a duty,
Their happy eyes, unclosing, And filled the earth with beauty,
Look laughing into mine. And gave us eyes to see !
I watch them open one by one, Rejoice, O happy world, rejoice !
Bidding good-morning to the sun And raise to Him thy glad, glad voice,
By many a pretty sign. Childhood serene and free !


SEE the card-house, little one !
Is it not amazing fun?
Open wide your bright blue eyes!
High and higher it will rise.

Ah, it falls a breath of air
Overthrows the fabric fair:
Now, dear boy, what shall we do?
Arthur cries, Why, build anew !"

Right, my boy! we'll try again:
You shall do like wiser men, -
Keep on trying, brave and true,
Never fear to build anew.

When, a lad, to school you go,
Should you fail your task to know,
Do not then as idlers do,
But cheer up, and build anew.

When, a grown-up man, you try
Some good work to build up high,
Should it fall, and you fall too,
Why, get up and build anew.

If we try to do our best,
We to God may leave the rest;
And, should failure here pursue,
We in heaven may build anew. IDA FAY.




I WANT to tell you a short story about some birds. It is
a true story about Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird.
I have a friend who is very fond of all kinds of pets, and,
most of all, of birds; and she loves so much to watch them,
that she has put two little bird-houses in the trees near her
Here, every year, a pair of bluebirds come to make their
home for the summer. My friend likes very much to watch
them, as they fly round so busily, getting food for their little
ones, and, when the warm weather comes, teaching them to
So, very early every spring, my friend has the gardener
clean out the houses, and make them quite nice, and ready
for the little birds. But this spring, she was busy about other
things; and it was so cold and chilly, she scarcely thought
of the birds.
But one morning, as she was sitting by her window, she
heard a great twittering and fluttering in the old maple-tree.
It was Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird, and they were in some trouble.
Mrs. Bluebird would go into the house and look round;
and then she would come out and talk away to Mr. Bluebird;
and then he would go in, and they would both come out, and
chatter and scold.
Then they examined the other house; but it did not suit
them any better. They said, just as plainly as birds could,
that they would not do their own house-cleaning; and then
they flew off.


My friend was very much amused; but she felt sorry too,
for the disappointed little birds; so she had the houses all
put in good order that very day.
The next morning she was much pleased to see the little
birds back again. No doubt they were glad to find their
house so nicely cleaned and put in order. They went to
work happily and cheerfully to build their nest, and then to
go to house-keeping for the summer.
Don't you think they were funny little bluebirds ?


HERE is a picture of the little bird that has lately been
brought to our country, where it now begins to increase in
numbers. In New York, a great many may be seen in the
Central Park, and other parts of the city.


These birds were brought here because it was thought
they would free the trees of the worms that do so much
hurt to the leaves. How many caterpillars do you think a
pair of these sparrows will eat in a week ? They will eat
four thousand.
But I am sorry to say that some bad stories are told of
this bird. It is said he will plague the farmers badly by
stealing their grain; that he is a sad thief In England,
boys are sometimes hired by the day to scare him from the
"How fortunate that you have none of our house-spar-
rows in America!" said an Englishman, not long ago, to a
friend of mine. But these sparrows are now here; and they
increase so fast, that, in a few years, we shall have a plenty
of them. They have been let loose in the Public Garden in
I hope they will behave better than some folks seem to
expect. The house-sparrow is a pretty little bird, as you see.
It likes to stay near houses and barns, and to fly over the
new-mown hay. The children love it because it is so tame.
It is said that already, in two seasons, this little bird has
done much good in the cities of New York, Newark, and
Brooklyn. It has cleared the shade-trees of the insects
which were such a pest. It is a hardy bird, and stands our
cold winters quite well.
After he is fed, he likes a good frolic. In New York,
you may see children feeding these sparrows. A favorite
sport with the children is to throw up'a feather into the air,
and then to see these little birds fly after it, each striving to
catch it and bear it off to his nest. UNCLE CHARLES.

CHARLES RAY is six years old. He
can read to the folks from the good
book. He likes to read, and he likes
to play too.
But he does not like to play in
school. No: while he is in school he
minds his task; for he does not want
to be a dunce when he grows up.

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CHARLE. RAY is Six years old. He

book. He likes to read, and he likes

school. No: while he is in school he
mind-s his task ; for he does not want
to be a dunce when he grows up.
Charles went to the seaside in June;

and, while there, he went in to swim.
But he did not go in with-out a man
to take care of him.
The man tied a rope un-der
Charles's arms; and, when Charles
got be-yond his depth, the man would
pull him back to the shore. But for
this, Charles might have sunk.
There was a large black dog, who
went in with him one day; and then
Charles had a fine time. He would
stand on the beach, and throw a stick
as far as he could; and the dog would
plunge in and swim for it, and bring
it back.
Then a horse was brought down
to the beach; and Charles rode on
his back in-to the sea, till the waves
were up to the little boy's knees.
Then the horse swam, and Charles
thought it was fine fun.


THIS is Robin Redbreast, with his little bare feet.
He sits and sings all day long, up in the top of
the maple-tree.

SRobin Redbreast found a string on a little rose-
bush down by the door-step. He took it in his
bill, and away he flew.

This is the way Robin Redbreast looked
when he pulled the string from the rose-

Robin Redbreast built ,a curious nest. He
put in little sticks and straws, and then wove
it together with strings.

SThis is Lady Redbreast, sitting on her
three little light blue eggs, in her little soft

Here are the three young robins that peeped
all their little soft heads out of the nest one
fine spring morning. Mary saw them, and
counted them. w. o. c.

Little Daisy's mother was trying to explain to her the
meaning of a smile. "Oh, yes, I know," said the child: "it
is the whisper of a laugh."


COME to the window, Susan, quickly! Get your handker-
chief ready to wave. Here come the soldiers marching down
the hill. This is Capt. Robert's company of light infantry.
They are out in honor of the Fourth of July.
Capt. Robert is a very able officer. He is six years of
age. He is very proud of his troops. He raised the compa-
ny himself, and drilled them in his father's back yard. This
is their first public parade.
Look at that tall trooper with the flag! Is he the captain ?
Oh, no! he is a model soldier; but he is not the captain. You
may know Capt. Robert by his cocked hat and his sword.
Don't you hear him giving the word of command ? What
are you laughing at, Susan ?
Just look now at the band! There's a trumpeter for you,
who blows with his whole soul. Were ever drumsticks
handled better? What a fine thing is martial music !
There, they have all passed by. But I will give you their
line of march, and you may run round the corner and see
them again. Perhaps you would like to follow them. After
the parade is over, they are to have a lunch of gingerbread
and lemonade at their headquarters in Capt. Robert's backs
yard. I dare say there will be some fine speeches. I should
like to be there; but I suppose none but military men will
be admitted. ALFRED SELWYN.





TAKE care, take care that chair will not bear you: you
will fall !"
Crash, crash, crash! Down goes the chair, with poor
little Trottie on it!
There Did I not tell you you would fall ? Get up, and
do not cry. You are not hurt."
But what made the chair give way and break ?"
"It is old and weak. If you had done as you were bid,
,you would not have had a fall at all. You are. not as wise
as an el'e-phant was, of whom I could tell you."
"Why, what did he do ? Tell me of the elephant."
"He took care to do as he was bid. One day, when he
had a great load on his back, he came to a bridge which had
just been put up; and the man who drove him did not know
if the bridge might not be too weak to bear so great a
"So the man said to the elephant, Take care, Tim! I do
not know if this bridge will bear you.'
When Tim heard this, he went slow, oh, quite slow -
and he put one great foot down on the bridge, and pressed
hard, to try if the bridge would bear his weight.
And when he found that the bridge did not so much as
crack, then he put his two fore-feet on the bridge, and
pressed hard, and gave a great stamp with his feet.
But the bridge did not so much as shake. So then Tim
turned to the man who drove him, and gave him a look which
said as plain as words, 'It is all right: I may cross this bridge.'
And so he did, and got quite safe to the other side."
"I wish I had been as wise as Tim."
"So do I; for then you would not have tried to get up on
a chair not strong enough to bear your weight."

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"I HAVE had such a happy day, mother!" said little Henry,
as he lay on his bed, after he had said his prayers, and was
ready to go to sleep.

Now tell me what you have done," said his mother.
Well, first I got up at six o'clock, and went to the barn,
and saw Tim milk the cows. Then I came in to breakfast;
and you and father each gave me a kiss."
I will give you another, my dear little boy," said Henry's
mother. Go on with your story."
"Then, mother, you gave me some corn; and Ida and I
went to the door, and called the chickens, and I fed them.
There was one queer thing that made us laugh."
"What was that, Henry ?"
"Why, while our two little puppies were playing at fight-
ing, and one was going to jump down on the other, the old
rooster, who seemed to think they were having a real fight,
came up, and tried to part them. Then the mother of the
puppies began to growl and bark; but she could not get out
of her kennel to bite the rooster. How we did laugh!"
"What more happened to my little son ?"
Then I went to school with Ida; and my teacher said she
should give me a reward of merit next week. There was
no school in the afternoon; so we went to the fields, and I
had a good time playing in the hay while the men were
raking it."
"But what did you do with the two cents I gave you ?"
asked Henry's mother.
"I am coming to that by and by, mother," said Henry.
"After we had played in the hay, I thought I would go with
Ida, and buy some candy. Just then, an old, old woman
came along, who looked so poor, that I said to Ida,' I will
give one of these two cents to this poor woman.'"
"But why did you not give her both?" asked Henry's
"You naughty mother! You know all about it. Ida has
told you. I did give the poor woman both the cents," said
Henry, kissing his mamma.


Well, sir, go on with your story."
"As we passed through the field, mother, I saw a little
bird on the ground. It had fallen from its nest in a bush.
So I picked it up, and put it back in its nest; and then I
thought how happy the mother-bird would be, and that
helped to make me happy too.
"We stopped at a field where a man was reaping wheat;

and he told us where we could find some nice ripe blackber-
ries. Well, we went and picked some of the nicest black-
berries you ever saw; and, if we had had a basket, we would
have brought some home for you and papa.
"As we came home by the pond, we saw an old hen and
some little ducks; and I said to Ida I said to Ida and
Ida said to me said Ida ducks hen swim little
ducks so Ida ducks old hen and so -
Little Henry, who, while speaking these words, was half-
asleep, now fell fast asleep. I am much afraid we shall never
learn the end of his story. I wish he had not fallen asleep
before he told us what he said to Ida, and what Ida said to
him, and what the old hen did when she saw the little
ducks in the water. I would like to know all about it.
Would not you? ErMLY CARTER.


"WHAT is the matter, my young friend?"
"f asked a lady of little William Scott, who
seemed to be quite vexed about some-
XT thing. "What have you in your hand ?"
Mc "It is a flower," said the little boy.
"I asked a girl I met the name of it;
and she mocked me."
"Why, what did she say, William ?"
"Instead of telling me the name of
the flower, she kept laughing at me, and saying Sweet
William. Now, what is the name of the flower?"
"Sweet William," said the lady.
"I'll not stay here to be laughed at," said William. "I'll
go home and tell my mother."
"Good-by, then, Sweet William," cried the lady laughing,
as William ran off, ready to weep with vexation.
As soon as he got into the house, he went to his mother,
and, holding up the flower, said, "Mother, please tell me the
name of this flower."
"Sweet William," said his mother.
"I'm not sweet. I feel angry; I'm ready to cry," said
William. "Why do you all plague me so to-day ? When I
ask the name of the flower, everybody says, Sweet William.
I do not like to have people joke me. I will not be laughed
And, as he said these words, William frowned, and threw
his cap on the floor.
"Pick up your cap, and come to me," said his mother.
William obeyed; but a tear glittered on his cheek.


"Now take down your dictionary, and look at the word
William looked, and said, "I have found it."
"Now glance down the column, and read the words that
begin with sweet."
So William read, sweet-bread, sweet-brier, sweeten, sweet-
meat, sweetness; but here he stopped, blushed, and hung
down his head.
The line at which he stopped was this: Sweet William,
the name of several species of pink, of the genus Dianthus."
"Please do not laugh at me," said William, as he saw a
smile on his mother's face. And then he added, "Yes, you
may laugh at me. I deserve to be laughed at. And I must
run and beg pardon of the girl and the lady who answered
my question; for I was rude to them both."
We must not take offence till we are sure that people
mean to give. it by what they say. William was quickly
forgiven by the girl and the lady, with whom he had been
foolishly vexed. UNCLE CHARLES.

OUT of the water into the light
I leap for a moment, then drop out of sight.
They call me a flying-fish; but I've no wing,
Nor can I mount freely like robins, and sing.

The shark and the dolphin, they try and they try
To catch me and eat, but too nimble am I;
For when they come near me, and think I'm their prey,
Up, up, I spring quick, and get out of their way.


CONSIDER the lilies of the field, how they grow: they toil
not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you, That
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CONSIDER the lilies of the field, how they grow : they toil
not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you, That
even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of
these.- MATT. vi. 28.

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CHAR'LOTTE is busy cutting bread and butter for the chil'-
dren. I want you to look at the picture, and study it well.
Charles, James, Ma'ry, and Ar'thur stand in front of Char'-
lotte, waiting for the slice she is cutting. Ma'ry has her arm
round Ar'thur, who is looking up ea'ger-ly; for he is hungry.
James, too, feels that he would like a piece of bread. But
Ma'ry is quite willing to wait.
Little Paul sits fastened in the high-chair, and holds a
piece of bread to his mouth with both hands. He has kicked
his shoes and one of his stockings off from his feet; for he is
still not much more than a baby.
On the floor I see a whip, a doll, and a wooden horse;
and the old black cat sits qui'et-ly by. I think she must
have been fed, or she would not sit so still while there is
something to eat in hand.
But, ah! what is that boy a-bout, who stands be-hind
Char'lotte, where she cannot see him ? That is Rob'ert; and
I am sorry to say he is taking a bunch of cher'ries out of a
plate with-out asking leave.
That is not right. The cherries are put there for all the
children; and Rob'ert ought to wait till Char'lotte is ready
to di-vide them. We must not be greed'y. We must not
take what does not be-long to us.
Charlotte is a good sister. The dear mother of these
children is dead; and Char'lotte helps her father to take
care of them. She keeps a little school for them in the big
parlor, and there teaches them to read and write.
On a mild day in June, while the children were at their
studies in the school-room, a little bird flew in at the open


window, and fell into Char'lotte's lap. It was a young king'-
bird, and had been chased by a hawk.
Char'lotte took it in her hand, and fed it, and made it
tame; so that now it will rest on her head and play with
her. Some-times, when she is at work, it will come and take
the thread from her hand, and fly off
Char'lotte is so kind to birds that they love her dearly.
She has taught them to come to her in the garden. They
will come and light on her hand, and feed from it. They
sing sweet songs when she is by; for they seem to know
that she is their friend. UNCLE CHRLEs.


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LITTLE BESSIE was just six years old; but, young as she
was, she was a great comfort to her father and mother.
Shall tell you why ? Well, it was be-cause she was as good
as she was pretty. If they told her not to do such or such
a thing, she would mind what they said to her.
One Sat'ur-day af-ter-noon, her mother, who was going
out to call on a sick la'dy, said to Bessie, Now, my dear, I
want you to stay at home while I am a-way. Do not go
out of the yard."
SI will stay and keep house," said Bessie. And then her
mother gave her a kiss, and left her.
It was a bright, mild day. The birds sang sweetly; and
the smell of new-mown grass came from the fields. Bessie


felt quite happy as she sat on the steps of the front door
with her kit'ten in her arms.
But she had not sat there long when she heard the voices
of children coming near. She looked up, and there, out-
side the gate, stood two of her little schoolmates.
"0 Bessie !" said one of them, we are going to have a
nice time, and you must come with us."
"What are you going to do?" asked Bessie.
"We are going to pick some ber'ries, and then we are
going to take them home; and Clara says she will ask her
mother to let us have the doll's tea-set to play with; and
we will have the berries for supper. Will you come too ?"
"Yes, I will come," said Bessie : but wait till I take Kitty
into the house; for, if I leave her here, some bad boy may
come a-long and steal her, or some big dog may scare her."
So Bessie took her kitten into the house, then came out,
and ran to the gate; when all at once she thought of what
her mother had said to her.
"0 Clara! and 0 Lucy !" said the little girl, I must not
go with you after all."
"Why, Bessie! you just told us you would go."
"I know it, and I do want to go so much! But, when I
spoke, I for-got that I told mam-ma I would not go out of
the yard."
And the big tears stood in Bessie's eyes.
"We shall not be gone long; and your mother need
never know of it," said Clara.
Poor little Bessie stood there with her hand on the gate.
She thought of the nice walk through the fields, and how
sweet the berries would taste : but then, had she not told
her mother she would not go a-way from the house; and
was it right for her to break her promise ?
"I cannot, I will not, go," said Bessie; "but, if you will


stop and play with me till mother comes back, I feel sure
she will let me go with you then."
"No, no! we want to go now," said Clara and Lucy; and
off they ran, leaving Bessie with her hand on the gate.
Bessie watched them till they were out of sight, and then
she took a seat on the step. She thought of the nice time
they would have among the ripe ber'ries, and she sighed just
a little at the thought.
Then she went into the house, and played with Kitty, and
tried to make Kitty look at the pictures in her book; but
Kitty would have liked much more to look at a good sau'cer
of milk.
All at once Bessie saw her mother coming up the street.
So she ran out of the house, and bound'ed through the gate,
to meet her and take her by the hand.
"Has my little girl been good ? asked her mother.
"Yes, mam-ma; but I came near to being naughty, oh,
so very near! Clara and Lucy came for me to go and pick
ber'ries with them; and I was going, when all at once I
thought of what you had told me."
"You are a good child, Bessie," said her mother; "and
here is an orange that I bought for you."
Bessie felt very happy that night. Can you tell me why ?
It was be-cause she had kept her word to her mother. How
sad she would have been if she had not done so! Be true to
your parents, my dear little friends. Never, oh, never, try
to de-ceive them! F. P. s.

EDWIN is not three years old; but he likes to be of use.
When the snow is on the ground, he will put on his great-
coat, and take his little shovel, and help the men shovel off
the snow.
When the warm days of June have come, and the men
begin to mow the grass, Edwin will take a rake and try to
spread the grass, so that the sun may dry it, and make it
into hay.
He likes to take a stick and drive the cows home to the
barn-yard. The other day he tried to milk one of the cows;
but he found it too hard work for so small a boy.
Then he thought to himself, "I can go up in the hay-
mow, and see if the old hens have laid any eggs there." So
up he went, and he looked here, and he looked there, in the
hay, till he caught sight of a white hen sitting on her nest.
Get up from there, old hen!" said he, "and let me see if


you have laid an egg." The white hen did not like to get
up; but Edwin made her do so. She scolded him well; but
it was of no use. To his great joy, he found four eggs in her
Then he went to another part of the hay-mow, and there he
found a black hen sitting. He drove her off, and found five
eggs, white and warm, in the nest. So he put them in his
apron with the others, and ran to take them to his mother.
But, ah! he ran too fast. His foot slipped, he fell! and

the eggs rolled out, and were broken on the floor of the barn.
The hens flew off as fast as they could go; and the old
rooster turned his back on him, and walked away cackling,
as if he meant to say, You are a bad little boy to come and
drive off the hens."
But Edwin was not a bad little boy, though he sometimes
fell into mischief in trying to do too much. His mother
forgave him for breaking the eggs; and now, when he goes
to the barn in search of eggs, he takes a small basket, and
puts them in that. IDA PAY.

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COME, we will our voices raise He will not our gift disdain.
In a grateful song of praise ; Heavenly Father, oh impart
Children, come and join my song : Truth and love to every heart.
Praise and prayer to God belong.
Heavenly Father, oh impart We are young, and we are frail;
Truth and love to every heart. Soon our mortal strength must fail:
Let us find, 0 holy One !
Though the earth and sky ae eartar his, Light and peace in- Christ thy Son.
He our loving Father is; Heavenly Father, oh impart
Though all Nature owns his reign, Truth and love to every heart.



MRS. HOLDEN had an old hen which had only one little
chicken. This little chicken was very feeble, and went peep-
ing about in quite a pitiful way. When Mrs. Holden was in
the kitchen one day, and saw the old hen clucking around the
doorstep with one chicken, she said to her girl Ann, "I don't
think it is of any use to raise that one chicken. I will give it
I to the cat."
There was a great gray cat under the table, lying in a
basket with her three kittens. So Mrs. Holden picked up
the poor little chicken, and tossed it into the cat's basket,
looking to see it eaten up.
But, instead of hurting it, the old cat began to lick its
little downy feathers just as she did her soft little kittens.
And the chicken cuddled down close to the cat, and kept
Mrs. Holden said, Old Pussy isn't hungry just now." But
old Pussy had no idea of eating up the chicken, even if she
was hungry; and, when food was given to the cat and kit-
tens, the chicken ate some too. So it lived with the cats,
and began to grow and thrive; and Mrs. Holden used to take
her friends into the kitchen to see the funny sight,--a
chicken nestling down among the cats, and the old cat wash-
ing it like a kitten.
When Mrs. Puss left her basket, the chicken would jump
out, and follow her out of doors and in again.
At last one day, when the chicken got as large as a pigeon,
the old cat started out to go hunting. She had got nearly
round the house, when she looked round, and saw the chicken


following her. Then she turned back, and took it by the
There," said Mrs. Holden, "the chicken's gone now The
old cat has killed it!" But she had not. She carried it back
to the basket, and dropped it in. Then she went away.
But she had not got round the house, before the chicken
was out and after her again. The old cat heard it, and turned
about, and took it by the neck the second time.
"She'll finish it this time," said Mrs. Holden. But the cat
only carried it back, and dropped it in the basket, and went
the same way she did before. In a minute, the chicken was
after her. The old cat turned about the third time.
"Now she will surely kill it," said Mrs. Holden. But she
did not. She carried it dangling along, and dropped it in
the basket, and it staid there that time.
So the chicken lived with the cat after the kittens were
given away. She grew to be a very good hen, only she
never learned to go to roost like other hens. I do not think
all cats would be so kind to a chicken as that cat was: do



RING-TIN I wish I were a primrose,
A bright yellow primrose, blowing in the spring !
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the elm-tree for our king.

Nay, stay! I wish I were an elm-tree,
A great lofty elm-tree, with green leaves gay !
The winds would set them dancing,
The sun and moonshine glance in,
The birds would house among the boughs,
And sweetly to me sing.

Oh, no I wish I were a robin !-
A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go,
Through forest, field, or garden,
And ask no leave or pardon,
Till winter comes with icy thumbs
To ruffle up our wing.

Well, tell! Where should I fly to ?
Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell ?
Before the day was over,
Home comes the little rover,
For mother's kiss sweeter this
Than any other thing WILLIA ALLINGHAM.

THE Fourth of July was a very hot day, -so hot that we
did not feel like walking in the sunshine; so hot that the
hens kept in the shade, and the old cat lay down in a cool
place in the cellar.
It was voted by the children in our house that we would
all stay at home, and have as good a time as we could. It
would take me too long to tell you of all our games; but I
can tell you of one which seemed to suit the heat of the
day quite well.
Little Albert called it "Playing at Icebergs."
But what is an iceberg ? some may ask. You know what
ice is? Well, a'berg is a great mass or hill of floating ice.
Far at the north, where it is very cold, great heaps of ice


form along the shores; and in summer they break away, and
drift toward the south.
Sometimes these heaps of ice are a mile long and half a
mile wide, and as high as the highest house you ever saw.
When these bergs are afloat, the ice under water is about
eight times more than that above water.
The ship that comes near to these great heaps of ice is in
much danger: for, if she should hit them, great splinters of
ice might fall and crush her; or, in the night, she might run
against an iceberg and be wrecked.
But I must not forget to tell you how we played at icebergs
on the Fourth of July. You must know that we have, in
one of our upper rooms, a tank which is six feet long by
three feet wide. I think that must be quite as large as the
table at which you take your meals.
This tank was filled with rain-water; and we were told
that we might make little boats out of shingles and paper,
and sail them in the tank. This we did; but, as the water
was rather warm, my brother Henry ran to the ice-house,
and got six large lumps of ice, which he put into the water.
It was then that we began playing at icebergs. First,
Albert's boat ran on an iceberg, and was upset; then, as Mark
Winslow's ship was sailing before a fair wind, down came a
great iceberg, and tumbled over on to it, and sank it. The
whole cargo, made up of wooden nutmegs, was lost.
We looked at the iceberg to see how much more of it was
under water than above. I think I am right in what I have
told you on this point. Some men who were in Albert's
boat when it sank were saved, and put on an iceberg; but
they must have had a cold time of it there, floating about on
ice. Still, as they were made of pewter, ice was much safer
for them than fire would have been.
One of these men, who had on a red cap, and carried a


gun, fell into the water, and sank to the bottom just like
lead. I am glad to say, that, with the aid of a pair of tongs,
he was saved. When brought up, he seemed to be quite as
hearty as he was before he was drowned. We offered him
lemonade, and treated him well.
The ice lasted about half an hour. Then it was found to be
nearly all melted; and, as we were nearly all melted likewise,
we thought we would go down stairs, and each find as cool
a place as he could, and keep fresh for the fireworks in the

JOHN has the promise of a little donkey. This little
donkey is yet with its mother, and is not quite large enough
for John to ride. But John's father tells him that in four
months the little donkey will be quite large enough for him
to ride.- Will not John have good times then ? I think he


HERE is Biddy with her five
little chicks. She had eight
chicks at first; but three of
Stem died. They went out in
--u-- the rain, and took cold. Then
I thought that Biddy had better keep in her pen when it
SNow these five little chicks
have very nice times every
day. They scratch in the dirt
for worms; and, when a bug
flies along, they run after it.
If their mother finds any thing for them, she clucks, and tells
them to come and get it. When the sun goes down, then
the little chicks are all tired. Th-eir little eyes feel sleepy,
and they begin to say, Peep, peep;" which means that they
want to go to bed. So the Biddy tucks them all up under
her feathers, just as you see in the picture.
Lizzie went out in the morn-
ing to feed the chicks, and to
^' give them some drink. They had
a just waked up, and were peeping
out from under their mother's wing. As soon as Lizzie
called them, they all ran out to meet her. They picked
up the nice crumbs, and then ran to the dish to drink.
w. O. c.


I KNow a boy whose name is John Blunt. He is a boy
who boasts a good deal. To hear him talk, you would think


he was a brave boy,-one who did not fear to walk for miles
through a thick wood on a dark night.
But, as you will see, John was bold in his words, but not
in his acts. If a small, weak boy came in his way, John
would knock off his hat, or try to throw him down; but let
the boy be large and strong, and John would take care not
to do or say what would tease him.
Once John met a small boy, who, though he was small,
was strong and brave; and so, when John said to him, "Come
here to me," this boy, whose name was Charles, said, "If you
will ask me in the right way to come, I will come; but I
shall not mind you so long as you speak in that tone of
Then John ran at him to strike him, and throw him down.
Charles stood his ground; and, when John put up his arm to
strike him, Charles took hold of it so hard, that John cried
out with pain, and tried to get a-way.
Then Charles said, "I do not fear you, John Blunt. I do
not like to fight; but you may be sure I shall not let you
strike me, or throw me down. So now do what you can."
And with these words, Charles let go his arm, and stood up,
brave and proud, face to face with the big boy.
"I was in fun," said John Blunt, who thought it best to
walk off, and not to play tricks on Charles. But Charles
cried out to him as he went, Take heed now of what I say,
John Blunt: from this time forth, I shall not let you knock
off the hats of small boys. If I see you do it, I shall stop
you. So look out, and treat small boys well."
Since that time, John has not been rude to small boys
when Charles has been by to see him.
But what I sat down to tell you of now is how John was
scared in the grove last week. The sun had set, and the
new moon was in the sky, so that it was not quite dark.


John had been sent to a place three miles off to get a man
to come to mow grass the next day.
John saw some boys at play, and stopped a long while to
see them. On his way home, he had to pass through a grove
of oak and pine trees. John did not like this. He thought
of robbers, and he thought of wolves, though no one had
ev'er seen a robber or a wolf in that grove.
All at once he heard steps in the dry leaves near by. "Ah!
that must be a wolf," thought John; and he shook with fear.
Trot, trot, trot! -near and more near came the sound. "Help,
help!" cried John. "Here is a wild beast in the grove. Will
no one come to help me ?"
In his fear, John fell on the ground, and hid his face with
his arms, so that he might not see the grim thing. On it
came, near and more near -trot, trot, trot! And now it
stands over him; it breathes in his ear; it licks his hand.
"Oh, don't! oh, don't! Help, help!" cried John.
But no one came; and, as the beast kept on licking his
hand, John at last grew so bold as to look up. What did he
see ? Only old Boz, the miller's dog! Boz had been tied
up all day. At last he broke the rope that held him, and
ran out in the grove to have a good time.
How glad John was when he found it was Boz! He made
Boz go home with him; for John did not feel quite sure that
he might not meet a wolf, and it was well to have a friend
in need. John gave Boz some milk and a bone when they
got home. Then Boz ran back to the mill, and kept watch
there, like a good dog, all night. EMILY CARTER.


A BABY at auction Now, who'll buy the baby ?
Who wishes to buy ? She's fresh as a rose,
With small pretty features, With soft dimpled fingers,
And laughing blue eye. And little pink toes.

To those who would purchase, She cannot be purchased
We've only to say, For silver or gold:
She'll furnish you music For mother's love only
By night and by day. Will baby be sold.

She sings like a robin, No bid for our darling !
And coos like a dove; Then home we must go;
Her heart is o'erflowing For no one loves baby
With sweetness and love. Like mother, I know.

MY friend Miss Jones had a cat to which she gave the
name of Buff. .One day, when Miss Jones called her, there
was no Buff to be found, no Buff to say, Mew! mew!"
meaning, "Here I am!"
Miss Jones looked here, and looked there; and the maids
looked, and the men looked: but there was no Buff to mew
out, "Here I am! here I am!"
And the day went by, and the night came; but no Buff
came with them. And once more the day came, and night
came; but no Buff came with them. And so two weeks
went by, and no one saw poor Buff
Then my friend Miss Jones gave Buff up for lost, and said,
"My poor cat, I shall see you no more. You were such a
fine, nice cat, that I fear some bad man has put you to death
for the sake of your soft white fur."
At this thought, Miss Jones, I am grieved to say, sat down
in her arm-chair, and cried.
Now, a day had come when she was to go and stay from
home; and the coach was at the door. And, just as Miss
Jones was to get in, one of the maids said to her, "You will
be cold: you must have your warm cloak."
"No, no," said Miss Jones. "My warm cloak is put by
where no one but I can get it; and I will not get it now."
"Then you must not go at all, Miss Jones," said the maid.
"You must not go to take cold and be ill."
So Miss Jones had to go back to the house to get her
cloak; and she went to a room at the top of the house, in
which her cloak had been put by. And, as she went into


the room, she heard a sound of "Mew! mew! mew!" Oh!
quite soft and low.
Hark! That is Buff's voice. I am sure that is Buff,"
thought Miss Jones; and she was like to jump for joy.
And she looked this way, and she looked that, but there
was no Buff; and yet Miss Jones was sure that the sound
came from Buff. So Miss Jones said, "Buff, Buff, Buff!
Where are you, my dear Buff?"
And then there was a soft, low mew, which seemed to
come out of the wall, and to say, "Here I am: I am shut
in. Pray let me out."
And Miss Jones went up to the wall; and in it she saw a
door, and in the door a lock. So she turned the key of the
lock, and the door gave way; and there on the floor was Buff,
so thin,-oh so thin, that she seemed no more than skin
and bones.
Buff could not move, she was so weak; but she looked up
at my friend, and said, "Mew! mew! mew!" which meant,
"I am so glad, so glad, so glad to see you!"
And Miss Jones took Buff up in her arms, and bore her
to a nice warm room, and gave her nice warm new milk:
and poor Buff could not lap it at first; but by and by she
lapped the milk, and then she did not feel so weak and ill.
In a short time, Buff was well, and could run and jump
and play once more; and Miss Jones was right glad to see
her fine cat well once more.
"Oh, I am so glad that Buff was found!" said Trottie. "It
would have been so sad if Buff had been put to death for
the sake of her soft white fur."
"Yes: it would have been sad. I am glad that Buff was
found." TROTTIE'S AUeT.


THE story of the horse that went to the blacksmith when
his shoe hurt him reminds me of one that went to a doctor
of his own accord. It is a true story.
He had been sick several times with the same disease; and
a farrier (which means a horse-doctor) had given him medi-
cine that always cured him.
One day, when Old Jack was out at work with other
horses, he was taken sick again; and, when no one was near
him, he started off, and went to the farrier's house. It was
nearly a mile away.
The man at first supposed the horse's owner must have
come with him; and he looked around in every direction.
But, as he did not see any one, he thought the horse was
sick, and had come for help.
So the man unharnessed him; and the horse at once lay
down, and showed, as plainly as if he could have said it, that
he was in pain.
The same remedies that had helped him before were used;
and in a little time the horse was better, and was sent
home to his master, who had been looking for him.
Horses know a good deal; and, when treated kindly, they
grow to love their masters very much. They try to serve
you all that is in their power. It is wicked to abuse them.
No person can be truly happy, even in this world, who is
not kind to God's creatures; nor can he be fit to dwell in
heaven by and by. M. o. JoHnson.

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BUTTERFLY, upon the wing,
Pretty, fluttering little thing,
Floating, hovering in the air, -
On what do you live up there?

Honey-dew, sunshine sweet,
Is the food I have to eat.

The insect gay floated away,
Fearing the boy would mar its joy;
And as it went on glittering wing
Floating, thus it seemed to sing,
"Dear child, it is so bright
In the glad sunlight,
Catch me not, but let me fly:
To-morrow, cold and dead I'll lie." M. E. L.


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THERE were two little girls. The name of one was Mar'-
tha; of the other, Ra'chel. They were sisters. Mar'tha
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was the eld'er of the two, and ought to have known better
than to quarrel: but these little girls did quarrel; and
what do you think it was a-bout ?
I will tell you what it was a-bout. It was a-bout whose
doll was the pret'ti-er. Ra'chel said, "My doll is the pret'ti-er
doll of the two." And then Mar'tha said, No, it is not. My
little Flo'ra is much better looking than your fat old Ro'sa."
Now, Ra'chel did not like to hear her doll called "fat old
Ro'sa." The doll was a present from her aunt, and Ra'chel
set great store by it; and so she said to Mar'tha, "You are
a bad girl to call my doll' fat and old.'"
Mar'tha did not like to be called a bad girl. So she said,
"I shall not speak to you till you ask my par'don." And
Ra'chel said, I shall not ask your par'don."
And so there they stood, the two sisters, each with her
doll on her arm, and each feeling sulk'y and cross. Just
look at them! Now, was it not sil'ly for them to quarrel
a-bout so slight a thing ?
Their mother came down stairs, and found them stand'-
ing there, still and speechless. When she learnt what was
the matter, she took both the dolls a-way from them, and
locked them up, and said, "If the dolls are to be made a
cause of strife, they must be put out of the way."
Mar'tha felt a-shamed; and, after a silence of some min'-
utes, she went up to Ra'chel, and kissed her, and said, I ask
your par'don if I hurt your feel'ings."-"And I am sor'ry that
I said what I did," cried Ra'chel, giving her a kiss in re-turn.
And so the grand quar'rel was made up. The dolls were
given back to the children. Then Mar'tha and Ra'chel put
them into their little carriage, and went out by the way-
,de, near the fields, and plucked wild ros'es, but'ter-cups,
Jais'ies, and red clo'ver. They had a good time; and I hope
they will be too wise to quarrel more. ANNA LIVINGSTON.

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KATE says to Frank, Be brave
now, and try to walk. You will not
fall if you will but think that you
will not fall. Come, do not fear. I
will hold my arms wide to catch you
if you should fall."
Frank does not fall. He is more
than a year old by one month. He
walks to Kate, and she takes him in
her arms, and gives him a kiss.

See, his small cart is on the floor;
and Kate's doll is on the floor too.
Frank will put the doll in the cart by
and by, and push it back and forth.
He loves to play; but I hope he will
love to learn, too, as he grows up.
In the barn, there is an old black
dog whose name is Bob. Bob is good
to Frank, and will let Kate put Frank
on his back. Then Bob will give him
a ride, first to the front gate, then
to the grove, and then to the pond.
On the pond, near the shore, there
is a boat; and some-times Jane and
Frank get in-to the boat and rock it.
Bob stands by to see that no harm
comes to them. If Frank should fall
from the boat, Bob would rush to
take care of him; for Bob is a good,
strong old dog, and likes to be of

IT is a sad thing to be at sea, not far from the coast, in a
storm. The fear is that the gale, if it comes from the wrong
point, will then drive the ship on to the rocks or sands of the
On a day in spring, two years since, the wind blew hard
from the north-east; so hard, that the folks in the good ship
" John Bright," which lay not quite four miles from the coast,
were in great fear of their lives.
At night, the fog set in with rain; and it was so dark, that
the crew did not know how near the shore they were. When
the light dawned the next. day, they found the ship was near
a reef of rocks; and she soon struck on them, and there she
lay for some time.
The waves would rush in and lift the ship, and then go
back, and let her fall on the sharp, rough rocks; and the
folks on board the ship saw, that, if they did not soon have


help from the shore, they must be lost in the wild sea, or
tossed on the rocks and killed.
But there were brave folks on the shore, who were quick
to lend their aid. They drew the life-boat down from the
house where it was kept, and then got on board, and went
out to the poor ship that lay a wreck on the reef.
A life-boat, you must know, is so made that it can-not well
be sunk. It will float on the top of the waves; and, if the
waves rush into it, it will still float. They can-not sink it.
There were seven brave men in the life-boat that went
out to the ship "John Bright." On board the ship they found,
be-sides the crew, three women and a baby. How glad they
all were to see the life-boat come to save them!
First the women and the baby were put in the boat; then
the men got in, and the boat was rowed back to the shore;
and all were saved. The baby did not cry all the time; and
the mother said it should be called John Bright, after the
good ship that had been lost.

Alice wanted to cut up two oranges so as to divide them
equally among seven children. How do you think she
did it ?

THE little boy's play is over for the day. The busy feet, tired
with their running at home and at school, are ready for rest. And
now, as he comes to his mother's side to say his evening prayer,
and then give his good-night kiss, dear mamma, stroking his fore-
head, says, Eddie has been a good boy to-day: I am sure he has
tried to be: and that makes mamma very glad."
And Aunt Sophie, sitting by, holds up a nice little sheet of note-
paper, and says, Hear what auntie has written for him."
I AM happy, happy, happy,
For I have been good to-day:
While at school I pleased my teacher,
And was gentle in my play.

I have done as mother told me:
I have said no angry word;
For I know that angry children
Are not pleasing to the Lord.

Oh! 'tis pleasant to remember,
When I go to rest at night,
That through all the day, since morning,
I have striven to do right.

And I know that God will hear me
If I ask him every day,
And that his dear love will lead me
In his sweet and pleasant way.

Now may loving angels guard us,
Till the morning's rosy light
Wakes us from our quiet slumbers:
Darling mother, now good-night! E. o. P.



THE grapes hung purple on the wall. They were Ellen's
grapes. She had raised them from a small vine which now
bore one nice bunch, and only one. This she had watched
for some weeks.
She had seen the grapes when they were little green dots,
no larger than the head of a pin. Day by day, and week
by week, they grew and grew till they became quite large,
and began to turn purple.
And at last they were ripe, and ready to be plucked.
"How nice and sweet they must be !" thought Ellen. How
I would like to eat them all down !"
But she did not eat them. She thought of Mary Draper,
a little schoolmate who had been very ill for six weeks, and
who, it was feared, would never get well.
Ellen cut the bunch from the stem, put it in a nice basket,
and took it to Mary Draper. How glad Mary was! I think
it must have helped to make her well; for from that time
she grew better, and she is now well enough to go to school.
She will never forget Ellen's kindness.
"How much sweeter it was to do good to Mary than to
eat the grapes myself!" thought Ellen. ALICE.

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I THINK I once told you of Lucian and his cousin Lily,--
how Lucian wanted Lily to go forth with him into the wide
world; and how they met some bad boys who tried to take
away Lily's pet lamb (but it was made of wood); and how
Lily then cried to go back home.
One fine day, not long after this, they thought they would
once more go forth and see the world all by them-selves.
So, as soon as they had eat'en their dinner, they left the
house, and went into the wood.
Here it was so pleasant, that they sat down on a rock,
and watched the birds, as they flew from branch to branch
or sang sweet songs on the stone wall near by.
Lily found some bright green moss, and this pleased her a
good deal. She found a bay'berry-bush; and the leaves were
so sweet to smell of, that she plucked quite a handful. Lu-
cian told her it was also called wax myrtle, and that a nice,
fra'grant wax could be made from the ber'ries.
All at once, Lucian cried out, "0 Lily! here is some pen-
ny-royal." And then Lily ran to the spot, and they picked
as many stalks of this sweet-scented herb as they could
But by and by, when they came to a wall where. the
black-berries grew large and sweet, Lucian and Lily threw
away all the sprigs and herbs and flowers they had gathered,
and be-gan to pick and eat the berries.
"What a good time we are having !" said Lily.
"Yes," said Lucian; "but we must not stay here. We


must go on till we can find a place where we can pass the
So the children went on through the wood; and the wood
grew thicker and darker; and the little birds stopped sing'-
ing, all ex-cept the thrush, and that sang sweeter than ever
for a time. But at last the thrush stopped singing too; and
then the wood grew so still and dark, that Lily said she
would like to go home.
"Now, don't play the cow'ard again! Be brave this time,
do!" said Lucian.
But, as he spoke these words, a strange an'i-mal an ani-
mal he had never seen -flew before his eyes, and made
him wonder.
"Oh, dear! What is it? what is it?" cried Lily.
"I don't know what it is I never saw such a beast be-
fore," said Lucian.
And then, as it flew once more be-fore his eyes, and
brushed his cheek with its wing, Lucian ducked his head,
and put up his arms, and ran and screamed as if a wolf
were at his heels.
Lily, seeing that Lucian was so frightened, thought it
was time for her to be brave; and so, after her first fear, she
looked up and saw that the dreadful what is it was nothing
but a bat. She had seen a picture of one in a book, and
she was sure this was a bat.
So Lily called to Lucian to stop. And then she went to
him, and laughed at him, and said, "Who is the cow'ard
now ?"
Lucian felt some shame when he saw that his cous'in, who
was younger than he, and a girl, was the more brave of the
two. So he said, "I think we will go home, Lily."
But this was not so easy. They could not find the path.
They sat down on the rock, and cried out, "Help, help !"


They did not have to wait long. Old Bob the dog came
once more to their aid. He showed them their way home;
and there they found the folks just sitting down to the tea-
I will tell you one of these days what Lucian and his
cous'in did a few weeks after this. ESTELL KARR.
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WHAT do you suppose the bright little bird,
As through the air he whirls,
Or softly broods in his leafy nest,
Thinks of us boys and girls?

Do you suppose, as the morning light
Steals rosily through the gray,
That he yawns, and says to his sleepy wife,
"Will the children be out to day?

"How queer they look! such a noise they make !
And they run and climb so high !
But they can't even give one little bird-trill;
And poor little things they can't fly."

O little brown bird with shining black eyes !
Nestle close in your soft swinging nest:
We envy you not your gay, careless lives,
For our Father knoweth best.

And he gives to you to pour forth songs
As up through his skies you soar;
But to us he gives immortal souls,
To praise him evermore. WILLE'S MANMA.


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AFTER we had played at ice'bergs by putting large lumps
of ice in the tank, we went to the ice-house with our ships;
and there we talked with Uncle Charles, who had come to
get some ice for a pitcher of lem-on-ade.
"I wonderr" said Albert, "if ships ever get wedged in the
ice so that they cannot get out."
"Give me your ship, and I will tell you," said Uncle
He took it, and then, with a hatchet which he held in his
hand, cut a place be-tween two large blocks of ice, and put
the ship in it.
"There!" said Uncle Charles, "your ship is now nipped


in the ice very much as the good ship Terrible' was in the
month of Sep-tem'ber, 1836."
Tell us a-bout it," said Albert.
"The 'Terrible' sailed from England to find a passage
round the north coast of America. Capt. Ross had the com-
mand of the ship. When in Baf'fin's Bay the ice closed in
upon the ship, and she had to stay there ten months."
"Ten months in the ice I should not have liked that,"
said Albert. "What did the men find to do? "
Well, it was rather te'dious for them, I con-fess," said
Uncle Charles. "They could climb about on the ice round
the ship, as you may see from this picture, which shows you
how the ship lay."
"But what did they do for things to eat ?"
"Oh! they had a good stock of food on board the ship.
Some-times they would suc-ceed in shooting a duck. Some-
times the sailors would play at leap-frog. Sometimes they
would act plays. The captain tried hard to keep them
"How did they get the ship out from the grip of the ice ?"
"The sun helped them out of their scrape. In the month
of July, 1837, the ice round the ship melt'ed and broke away;
and then the men were so glad, that they gave three cheers
They hoisted the sails; and soon the good ship Terrible'
sailed away from the frozen coast, and got into clear water.
On the third of September, she was in sight of the coast of
Ire'land; and there they were home once more."
"I hope, when I go to sea," said Albert, "we shall keep
our ship out of the way of ice'bergs and of fields of ice."
"I hope so too," said Uncle Charles. "As we sit here by
the ice-house on a hot day like this, we get just.as much ice
as is pleasant; but to be jammed in the ice for ten months
of one's life is what I call getting too much of a good thing."

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Alfred was a little boy not four
years old. He was a good boy most
of the time; but he liked to play in
the water.
Near the house where he lived,
there was a brook; and, at the edge
of the brook, there was a little raft
tied to the shore.

Sometimes Alfred's mother would
go down to the brook to wash clothes;
and Alfred would go with her, and
play in the water while she was at

--" '

One day he went on to the raft to
play. He took off his shoes, and tied
a string to .them. Then he thought
he would dip one shoe into the brook,
and bring up some water to drink.


This he did, as you .may see from
the two pictures.
Then Alfred thought he would
make the shoes float about like a
boat. "A shoe," he thought, "is


much like a boat in form. I will
play that these are two boats, and
that they are going far off to sea. I
will put two chips in them, and play

that these are the men that guide the
No sooner thought of than done!
But, ah! Alfred let go his hold of
the string, and in trying to seize the

shoes before they might float away,
he fell into the brook head first, and
was wet from top to toe.
Was he drowned? I am glad to
say he was not.


Miss LANE, a friend of mine, had a nice gray dog; and he
was a big dog too. And, when Miss Lane went for a ride,
the dog went with her; and he would run and race from
her, and then he would run and race back, and bark, and be
glad to have such a nice run.
The name of this dog was Grip. One day, when Miss
Lane was to go for her ride, the man who used to ride with
her was ill. So the folks all said that Miss Lane must not
go to ride that day. But she did not like to lose her ride:


so she said she would ride in the park, -she would be safe
in the park.
When her horse came to the door, her good dog Grip came
too. And he looked this way, and he looked that, to see if
he could spy the man; but no, no man was there. Then
Grip went up to Miss Lane, and looked up in her face, and
barked, as much as to say, "You cannot go to ride to-day;
for the man is not here to take care of you."
But when Grip saw Miss Lane get on her horse, then he
must have thought, "Ah! you will go, will you ? Well, then,
I must try a new plan.. I must take care of you my-self,
since the man is not here."
So Grip ran up to the side of Miss Lane; and he took a
bit of her dress in his teeth, and he would not let it go, let
them say what they would. And when Miss Lane let the
horse walk, then Grip would walk, too, by her side; and
when the horse went fast, then Grip would go fast too, oh!
quite fast.
And so she rode, and Grip ran; and he did not let go of
her dress, no, not all the time that she was out for her ride;
no, nor till she came home, and got off from her horse at
the door: and then Grip let go his hold.
As soon as he let go his hold, he looked up in Miss Lane's
face, and barked, as if he would like to say to her, if he could,
"Am I not a good dog? And did I not take as much care
of you as the man does ? I did not let go my hold -no,
not once -all the time you were out, though the horse
went quite fast."
Oh he was a good dog," said Trottie, "to hold on so,
and take care of Miss Lane, though the horse went quite
fast. I should love that dog. How Miss Lane must love
"Yes, she does, Trottie; and Grip loves her too."

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CHARLES NAPIER was a brave little fellow. Once, when he
was a small boy, as he was catching fish, a great, fierce eagle
flew down on to his shoulders, and took the fish out of his


Far from being frightened, Charles caught another fish,
and held it up to the eagle, and said, Come and take this
one if you dare, you old thief of a bird!" But the eagle did
not dare to come.
On a warm day in June, Charles went with some boys to
bathe in a stream near his house. None of the boys knew
how to swim; but Charles had a big dog with him, whose
name was Tim, and who could swim well.
So Charles said, "Now, Tim, you must let me tie this rope
to your collar, and then I will take hold of it, and you can
swim with me a-cross the stream to the other bank."
Now, this was a rash thing for Charles to do. The water
was over his head, and he could not swim. He could not be
sure that Tim would take good care of him. But Tim did
take good care of him. Tim swam with him to the other
bank, and then swam back with him, while Charles held on
to the good dog's neck.
Charles's mother, when she heard what he had done, told
him he must promise not to do so again till he could swim.
Charles gave his word, and kept it; for he could not be made
to tell a lie. If you would be brave and good, you must
speak the truth.
Charles Napier was born in Eng'land, in the year 1782.
He be-came a great gen'er-al. He was brave and just. He
was kind too. He would not harm a worm if he could help
it. He tried to do his du'ty. He was not a-fraid to work.
His men all loved him, and did as he told them.

Say, would you lead a happy life,
All bright with constant beauty ?
Be brave, be loving, and be true,
And always do your duty."



IT is the hour of evening, The little stars are twinkling:
When Nature is at rest: See how they shine and shake !
Each weary bird is sleeping The little stars are sleepy :
Within its pleasant nest; They cannot keep awake.
The bee hath ceased its humming, The moon has hidden from us,
The fish no longer springs, She is so very proud;
Even the happy butterfly But I know that she is sleeping
Closeth its shining wings. Behind yon silver cloud.

The pretty flowers are lying The flowing of the water
Half hidden in the grass : Is a very sleepy sound, -
They cannot hear our footsteps The lullaby of Nature,
Or our voices as we pass; With silence all around:
For all their darling blossoms 'The music of the night-time,
Are shut in slumber deep, It stealeth to repose:
Just like the eyes of children The never-resting water,
When they are fast asleep. How sleepily it flows! A.



KEEP me, Lord, from harm secure;
Keep me watchful, keep me pure;
Teach me from the bad to turn,
And the good alone to learn.

Should a playmate me entice
To a deed or thought of vice,
Draw me back, good angels all,
Lest I falter, lest I fall.

Let the thought of death be bright,
With a ray of heavenly light;
May I meet my parents dear
In a higher, happier sphere !

Good and modest let me be,
Seeking help, my God, from thee:
Fit me for that life above, -
Life of wisdom, life of love! EMIY CARTER.

IT is long since I told you about Rosy. She is the little
girl who lives in France with her parents. She went with
them from New York when she was a baby. She is now
four years old.
Last spring, Rosy went with her mother to a nice place in


the country. it was a place near some hills; and on the
hills a great many sheep and lambs were to be seen.
Rosy used to walk out with her mother to look at the
sheep and lambs, and to pluck the wild-flowers that grew
on the hills. One day she made a wreath of some nice
plants and flowers, and her mother tied it round Rosy's hat.
Then they went near'er to the sheep; and, while Rosy
stood holding her mother's hand, a young sheep came up
be-hind her and what do you think it did ?
It did a very sau'cy.thing. It put its mouth up to Rosy's
hat, and nib'bled off the nice wreath which she had made
with so much care out of plants and flowers.
"Don't do that, naughty sheep!" Rosy cried out, as soon
as she found out what the sheep was doing. Her mother
laughed; and Rosy took off the wreath, and gave it all to the
sheep to eat.
Since you have eaten so much of it, you may as well eat
the whole," said Rosy.
Was it not a queer thing for the sheep to do ? Indeed, I
think it was. ESTELLE KARR.

HERE are two reapers at work in the field !
The wheat that they reap, a good flour will yield.



LITTLE HENRY had been ab'sent from school some days,
when his mother called, at his e-quest, to ask the teacher
to save his place in the class.
The children looked very sorry when they heard Mrs.
Lane tell how sick their dear playmate had been.
So the teacher said, "Chil'dren, have you not something
which you would like to send to little Henry ? "
I have a top at home, which I know he will like," said
"Henry is too sick," re-plied the teacher, "to play with a
top: be-sides, Mrs. Lane cannot wait for you to bring it. I
am quite sure, how-ev'er, that each of the little girls and
boys here has something which poor Henry will be glad to
get. Can you not guess what it is ? "
"Oh!" cried Ella, "I know, a kiss, and our love."


"Yes," said the teacher, that is what I meant: Mrs. Lane
will be glad to take your love and kiss'es to her dear boy."
So fifty ti'ny hands were placed upon as many little
mouths, and fifty loving kisses were thrown to Mrs. Lane
for their sick friend.
As Mrs. Lane was about to leave, Min'nie said, "I know
of something for Henry better than that: I mean I can
do somethingg"
"What is it ?" asked the teacher.
"Oh!" re-plied the child, as she rev'er-ent-ly clasped her
little hands," I can say, 'Please, heavenly Father, make dear
Henry well.' Once, when my mamma was ill, I said, 'Please,
heavenly Father, make my mamma well;' and in the morn-
ing she was as well as ever."
Thank you; my dar'ling," said Mrs. Lane, as she stooped
to kiss the little one. "That is in-deed the best, gift. No
rich'er gift can be be-stowed than a prayer to our Father in
heaven, who is always ready to hear the prayers of all, even
of the young child, and who will, if best, grant their
Henry's mother watched long by his bedside that night.
He is now well, and likes his play-mates better than ever
since he has heard the story of their love.
Here is a picture of Henry's little desk, and of the pen
he writes with. ACORN.


W, I I


MY little friend, Emma Maynard, keeps a number of birds.
She has a canary, a parrot, and two doves. The doves, you
must know, do not like to be alone. They are quite sad
unless they have a companion. They are gentle, quiet birds,
and easily tamed.


Emma has named one of her doves Norma, and the other
Daisy. They are so much alike that it is hard to tell Norma
from Daisy. Emma gives them a plenty of fresh water to
bathe in. She feeds them on barley, wheat, hemp and canary
seed, and crumbs of bread.
The other day the two doves left the place where they
were kept, and it was long before Emma could find them.
At last she found them in her father's library. There they
were, seated on one of his big books. The sunshine streamed
into the room; and the sight was a very pretty one, as the
doves sat there enjoying the show.
"You pretty birds!" said Emma: "you do not have to
read big books to make yourselves wise. Yours is the wis'-
dom of love and of content. Why, then, come here to light
on these old must'y volumes ? It is a queer place for you,
my dear doves."
Emma's parrot seems to be a more knowing bird than
either Norma or Daisy. His name is Bob. He can talk,
and is at times quite noisy. He will cry out, Give me a
cracker!" And, if boys come up to his cage to plague him,
he will say, "Bad boy! bad boy!"
Once Bob did a good thing by speaking. He had learned
to say, "No, you don't.". That is not a pretty speech to make;
but Bob had .learned it from a little boy who was so rude as
to use these words quite often. If any one said to him, "Do
this," or "Do that," this rude boy would reply, "No, you
don't;" by which he meant, You shall not make me do it."
Well, the folks were all away, and Bob sat in the ring
that hung from the top of his cage. He sat and wondered
why some one did not come to pet him, and say, "Pretty
Poll," and give him a cracker.
By and by, a man who was a thief looked in the window;
and, seeing a silver spoon on the table, was getting in to


steal it, when heheard some one cry out, "No, you don't!"
Not thinking that it was a bird who spoke the words, the
man was so frightened that he left the spoon, and ran off as
fast as he could. IDA FAY.


DID you ever see a white mouse ?
I have seen a great many. They are just as large as
brown mice; but they are pure white, and have little, funny,
bright, pink eyes.
Did you ever know a little girl named May?
I know a sweet little May; and she is the dearest little
girl in the world, I think.
Once little May was sick, and I wanted to make her hap-
py; so I took a little white mouse to her. I had to take it
in a glass bottle; for it must go in my hand, and must have
plenty of air, you know.
So I put it into the bottle, and did not put any stopper
in; and then I went with it to May's house. She was very
glad to have a white mouse, and she named it Pinky. Can
you guess why?
"Because it had pink eyes."


Yes; that is right.
When May's papa came home, he made Pinky a dear
little house, with a big wire-window, where Pinky could
look out; and a whirl-a-gig for the little mouse to whirl round
in. Here is Pinky's house:-

You can only see the front of it. Sometimes May's papa
would take Pinky out of his house, and let him run on the
table, and up and down his arm.
Pinky liked to play in the night; so in the day-time he
slept a great deal. He had a soft, warm bed of cotton-wool;
and he would creep into it and hide from May, till he wanted
some milk or crumbs, and then he would come out to drink
or eat.
Pinky's house was strong; but Pinky's teeth were strong,
too, and very, very sharp. He would gnaw a hole right
through his pretty little house, and get out.
Then May's mamma would hunt for Pinky, and catch
him, and put him back into the house; and then she would
mend the hole.
Poor little Pinky! I know you will be very sorry for him
and for dear little May. One day he gnawed a hole in his
house, and got out on to the floor; and pussy put out her soft
paw, and caught him, and ate him all up.


Poor little Pinky! Little May did not know what pussy
did. She watched and watched for her little white Pinky,
but he never came back. CousIN SUSIE.

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I'M a pretty little kitten; I'm petted by the children,
My name is Tabby Gray: And the mistress of the house ;
I live out in the country, And sometimes, when I'm nimble,
Some twenty miles away. I catch a little mouse.

My eyes are black and hazel; But sometimes I am naughty:
My fur is soft as silk: I climb upon the stand,
I'm fed each night and morning And eat the cake and chicken,
With a saucer full of milk. Or any thing at hand.

The milk comes sweet and foaming, Ah! then they hide my saucer,
Fresh from the good old cow; No matter if I mew;
And, after I have lapped it, And that's the way I'm punished
I frolic you know how. For naughty things I do.


THREE little children, side by side,
Upon a mossy seat:
One sews, one reads, and one doth pluck
The violets at her feet.

"I wish I were a lovely flower,"
Said rosy, laughing Sue,
As in her hat and in her hair
She stuck the posies blue.

"I wish I were a golden bee,"
Said Mary, as she bent
To pull her needle in,and out,
Upon her work intent.

"And I," said Clara, as she laid
Her book upon the grass,
"I wish I were the fleecy cloud
That over them doth pass."

I would I were a fairy small,
I thought as I drew near,
For then this tender angel-song,
I'd whisper in each ear:

"It matters little what you are,
Or cloud or bee or flower,
So that you have some gift of love
For every passing hour." MRs. E. D. HARRINGTOR.

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ON Boston Common, near to Boylston Street, there is a
place shut in by a high wire-fence, and here some nine or
ten deer are kept. They have a good house to go to for
shelter when the day is cold.
A fawn is a young deer not a year old. A stag is a male
deer, and has branching horns. Here is a picture of a
female deer and a fawn.
The deer is a timid animal. A small dog can frighten
him; and yet one stag will fight with another stag quite
bravely. They have been known to fight on the edge of a
high cliff, and to try to push each other over. The flesh of
deer is called venison.
The common deer of America was once found in great
numbers throughout our country; and it is still to be met
with in the woods far from towns and houses.
When chased by hunters, the deer will plunge into a lake


or river, if one can be reached, and try to escape by swim-
ming. If they cannot do that, they will seek some high
cliff or rock, and there boldly face the hunters and the
Sometimes the deer are shot by the hunters, who lie in
wait for them near the salt-springs or deer-licks, which the
deer frequent. They are also tracked by hounds, and shot
by the hunters, who watch near the paths which the deer
are used to take in their runs.
Sometimes the deer are shot in the night-time. A torch
of pitch-pine is carried by one of the hunters: the others,
with their guns, keep in front. The deer, instead of darting
off when he sees the light, stops to look at it; and his eyes
shine so that the hunter is guided in his aim, and shoots
the poor beast.
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'TIs too dark to quite see clear- While the leaves and blossoms bright
Who is this that's coming here ? Hide me from the burning light.
Hop, hop, hop 'Tis really you !
Mr. Toad, how do you do ? "Noon-time journeys are unwise;
Too much sunlight hurts my eyes :
But when day at last is through,
Mr. Toad, he makes a bow: And the cooling drops of dew
"Hop, hop, hop I'm travelling now. On the clover-blossoms fall,
If my home you wish to see, On the fern-leaves green and tall, -
You at noon must visit me. Hop, hop, hop then I come out,
And begin to look about,
As I'm doing now, you see;
"'Tis a hole within the ground, s 'm doin no you
So you must not hinder me!
By the grass grown all around:
Cool and calm, 'tis there I stay Hop, hop, hop a worm I spy !
Through the warmest of the day. Hop, hop, hop I see a fly !
But I sometimes go and dine I must catch him; so good-by."
Underneath the melon-vine.
Bugs and worms, my favorite fare, Hop, hop, hop away he goes,.
I can find to feed on there, And the shadows round him close.

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SEE Lucy and May on the bench in the bower:
They go there to play through the hot noon-day hour.
A basket of peaches May has in her lap,
While her doll at her side seems stretched out for a nap.
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