Front Cover
 Rebecca, the drummer
 The eagle and the serpent
 Baby Sylvester
 Small vessels and great builde...
 The forget-me-not
 The shag
 Why the Peterkins had a little...
 Magic pictures
 What might have been expected
 The microscope on shipboard
 Four years old
 Fast friends
 Fire-crackers and the fourth of...
 A toad
 The home service
 Nimpo's troubles
 The little red feather
 Pompey and the fly
 The mouse and the bumble-bee
 The letter box
 The riddle box
 Back Cover

Title: St. Nicholas
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Title: St. Nicholas
Alternate Title: Saint Nicholas
Physical Description: 68 v. : ill. ; 25-30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Publisher: Scribner,
Publication Date: July 1874
Subject: Children's literature
Literature for Children
General Note: Description based on: Vol. 2, no. 12 (Oct. 1875); title from cover.
General Note: Conducted by Mary Mapes Dodge.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Rebecca, the drummer
        Page 503
        Page 504
        Page 505
    The eagle and the serpent
        Page 506
    Baby Sylvester
        Page 506
        Page 507
        Page 508
        Page 509
        Page 510
        Page 511
        Page 512
    Small vessels and great builders
        Page 513
        Page 514
    The forget-me-not
        Page 515
        Page 516
    The shag
        Page 517
    Why the Peterkins had a little dinner
        Page 518
        Page 519
    Magic pictures
        Page 520
        Page 521
    What might have been expected
        Page 522
        Page 523
        Page 524
        Page 525
        Page 526
    The microscope on shipboard
        Page 527
        Page 528
        Page 529
        Page 530
        Page 531
    Four years old
        Page 532
        Page 533
    Fast friends
        Page 534
        Page 535
        Page 536
        Page 537
        Page 538
        Page 539
        Page 540
        Page 541
        Page 542
        Page 543
    Fire-crackers and the fourth of July
        Page 545
        Page 546
        Page 547
    A toad
        Page 544
    The home service
        Page 548
    Nimpo's troubles
        Page 549
        Page 550
        Page 551
        Page 552
        Page 553
    The little red feather
        Page 554
        Page 555
    Pompey and the fly
        Page 556
    The mouse and the bumble-bee
        Page 557
        Page 558
        Page 559
    The letter box
        Page 560
        Page 561
    The riddle box
        Page 562
        Page 563
        Page 564
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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VOL. I. JULY, 1874. No. 9.

(A True Story of the War of 1812.)


IT was about nine o'clock in the morning when self, wife, and several boys and girls. At the time
the ship first appeared. At once there was the the ship appeared, the keeper was away, and there
greatest excitement in the village. It was a British was no one at home save Mrs. Bates, the eldest
war-ship. What would she do? Would she tack daughter, Rebecca, about fourteen years old, two
about in the bay to pick up stray coasters as prizes, of the little boys, and a young girl named Sarah
or would she land soldiers to burn the town ? In Winsor, who was visiting Rebecca.
either case there would be trouble enough. Rebecca had been the first to discover the ship,
Those were sad days, those old war-times in while she was up in the light-house tower polishing
1812. The sight of a British war-ship in Boston the reflector. She at once descended the steep
Bay was not pleasant. We were poor then, and stairs and sent off the boys to the village to give
had no monitors to go out and sink the enemy or the alarm.
drive him off. Our navy was small, and, though For an hour or two, the ship tacked and stood
we afterwards had the victory and sent the trouble- off to sea, then tacked again, and made for the
some ships away, never to return, at that time they shore. Men, women and children watched her
often came near enough, and the good people in with anxious interest. Then the tide turned and
the little village of Scituate Harbor were in great began to flow into the harbor. The boats aground
distress over the strange ship that had appeared at on the flats floated, and those in deep water swung
the mouth of the harbor. round at their moorings. Now the soldiers would
It was a fishing-place in those days, and the har- probably land. If the people meant to save any-
bor was full of smacks and boats of all kinds. The thing it was time to be stirring. Boats were hastily
soldiers could easily enter the harbor and burn up put out from the wharf, and such clothing, nets
everything, and no one could prevent them. There and other valuables as could be handled were
were men enough to make a good fight, but they brought ashore, loaded into hay carts, and carried
were poorly armed, and had nothing but fowling- away.
pieces and shot-guns, while the soldiers had mus- It was of no use to resist. The soldiers, of course,
kets and cannon. were well armed, and if the people made a stand
The tide was down during the morning, so that among the houses, that would not prevent the
there was no danger for a few hours; and all the enemy from destroying the shipping.
people went out on the cliffs and beaches to watch As the tide spread out over the sandy flats it
the ship and to see what would happen next. filled the harbor so that, instead of a small channel,
On the end of the low, sandy spit that makes one it became a wide and beautiful bay. The day was
side of the harbor, stood the little white tower fine, and there was a gentle breeze rippling the
known as Scituate Light. In the house behind the water and making it sparkle in the sun. What a
light lived the keeper's family, consisting of him- splendid day for fishing or sailing! Not much use
VOL. I.-33.


to think of either while that war-ship crossed and I've a great mind to go down and beat it."
recrossed before the harbor mouth. What good would that do ?"
About two o'clock the tide reached high water Scare 'em."
mark, and, to the dismay of the people, the ship They 'd see it was only two girls, and they
let go her anchor, swung her yards round, and lay would laugh and go on burning just the same."
quiet about half-a-mile from the first cliff. They No. We could hide behind the sand hills and
were going to land to burn the town. With their the bushes. Come, let's "
spy-glasses the people could see the boats lowered Oh, look look The sloop 's afire "
to take the soldiers ashore. Come, I can't stay and see it any more. The
Ah! then there was confusion and uproar. cowardly Britishers to burn the boats! Why don't
Every horse in the village was put into some kind they go up to the town and fight like "
of team, and the women and children were hurried Come, let's get the drum. It '11 do no harm;
off to the woods behind the town. The men would and perhaps -- "
stay and offer as brave a resistance as possible. "Well, let's. There's the fife, too; we might
Their guns were light and poor, but they could use take that with us."
the old fish-houses as a fort, and perhaps make a "Yes ; and we '11 "
brave fight of it. If worse came to worse, they No time for further talk. Down the steep stairs
could at least retreat and take to the shelter of the of the tower rushed these two young patriots, bent
woods, on doing what they could for their country. They
It was a splendid sight. Five large boats, burst into the kitchen like a whirlwind, with rosy
manned by sailors, and filled with soldiers in gay cheeks and flying hair. Mrs. Bates sat sorrowfully
red coats. How their guns glittered in the sun! gazing out of the window at the scene of destruction
The oars all moved together in regular order, and going on in the harbor, and prayir g for her country
the officers in their fine uniforms stood up to direct and that the dreadful war might soon be over.
the expedition. It was a courageous company She could not help. Son and husband were
come with a war-ship and cannon to fight helpless shouldering their poor old guns in the town, and
fishermen. there was nothing to do but to watch and wait and
So Rebecca Bates and Sarah Winsor thought, as pray.
they sat up in the light-house tower'looking down Not so the two girls. They meant to do. some-
on the procession of boats as it went past the point thing, and, in a fever of excitement, they got the
and entered the harbor. drum and took the cracked fife from the bureau
"Oh If I only were a man!" cried Rebecca., drawer. Mrs. Bates, intent on the scene outside,
What could you do? See what a lot of them; did not heed them, and they slipped out by the
and look at their guns back door, unnoticed.
"I don't care. I'd fight. I'd use father's old They must be careful, or the soldiers would see
shot-gun-anything. Think of uncle's new boat them. They went round back of the house to the
and the sloop! north and towards the outside beach, and then
Yes; and all the boats." turned and plowed through the deep sand just
"It's too bad; is n't it ?" above high-water mark. They must keep out of
Yes ; and to think we must sit here and see it sight of the boats, and of the ship, also. Luckily,
all and not lift a finger to help." she was anchored to the south of the light; and as
Do you think there will be a fight ?" the beach curved to the west, they soon left her
"I don't know. Uncle and father are in the vil- out of sight. Then they took to the water side,
lage, and they will do all they can." and, with the drum between them, ran as fast as
"See how still it is in town. There's not a they could towards the mainland. Presently they
man to be seen." reached the low heaps of sand that showed where
Oh, they are hiding till the soldiers get nearer, the spit joined the fields and woods.
Then we'11 hear the shots and the drum." Panting and excited, they tightened up the
The drum! How can they? It's here. drum and tried the fife softly.
Father brought it home to mend it last night." You take the fife, Sarah, and I 'll drum."
"Did he? Oh! then let's -- "All right; but we mustn't stand still. We
See, the first boat has reached the sloop. Oh! must march along the shore towards the light."
oh! They are going to burn her." Wont they see us "
Is n't it mean ?" "No; we'll walk next the water on the outside
It's too bad !-too beach."
"Where is that drum ?" "Oh, yes; and they'll think it's soldiers going
It's in the kitchen." down to the Point to head 'em off."


Just so. Come, begin! One, two,-one, two!" fancy rowing now, but desperate haste to get out
Drum drum drum! of the place and escape to the ship.
Squeak squeak squeak How the people yelled and cheered on the shore !
LFor'ard-march I Fifty men or more jumped into boats to prepare
Ha ha! for the chase. Ringing shots began to crack over
The fife stopped, the water.
Don't laugh. You'll spoil everything, and I Louder and louder rolled the terrible drum.
can't pucker my lips." Sharp and clear rang out the cruel fife.
Drum drum drum !! Nearly exhausted, half dead with fatigue, the
Squeak! squeak!! squeak!!! !girls toiled on,-tearful, laughing, ready to drop
The men in the town heard it and were amazed on the wet sand, and still beating and blowing with
beyond measure. Had the soldiers arrived from fiery courage.
Boston ? What did it mean? Who were coming? The boats swept swiftly out of the harbor on the
Louder and louder on the breeze came the roll outgoing tide. The fishermen came tp with the
of a sturdy drum and the sound of a brave fife. burning boats. Part stopped to put out the fires,
The soldiers in the boats heard the noise and and the rest pursued the flying enemy with such
paused in their work of destruction. The officers shots as they could get at them. In the midst of
ordered everybody into the boats in the greatest it all, the sun went down.
haste. The people were rising They were com- The red-coats did not return a shot. They ex-
ing down the Point with cannons, to head them pected every minute to see a thousand men open
off They would all be captured, and perhaps on them at short range from the beach, and they
hung by the dreadful Americans reserved their powder.
How the drum rolled The fife changed its Out of the harbor they went in confusion and
tune. It played "Yankee Doodle,"-that horrid dismay. The ship weighed anchor and ran out
tune Hark The men were cheering in the her big guns, but did not fire a shot. Dark-
town; there were thousands of them in the woods ness fell down on the scene as the boats reached
along the shore the ship. Then she sent a round shot towards the
In grim silence marched the two girls,-plodding light. It fell short and threw a great fountain of
over the sharp stones, splashing through the pud- white water into the air.
dles,-Rebecca beating the old drum with might The girls saw it, and dropping their drum and
and main, Sarah blowing the fife with shrill deter- fife, sat down on the beach and. laughed till they
mination. cried.
How the Britishers scrambled into their boats That night the ship sailed away. The great
One of the brave officers was nearly left behind on American army of two had arrived, and she thought
the burning sloop. Another fell overboard and it wise to retreat in time !
wet his good clothes, in his haste to escape from Rebecca is still living, old and feeble in body,
the American army marching down the beach-a but brave in spirit and strong in patriotism. She
thousand strong How the sailors pulled No told this story herself to the writer, and it is true.



JULY 4, 1776.

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(From the Spanish.)


A SERPENT saw an eagle gain,
On soaring wing, a mountain height,
And envied him, and crawled with pain
To where he saw the bird alight.
So fickle fortune oftentimes
Befriends the cunning and the base,
And oft the groveling reptile climbs
Up to the eagle's lofty place.



S I' Twas at a little min- Where could I wait?
I- w t -m :ci ing camp in the Cali- O, anywhere; down with them on the river-bar,
fornia Sierras that he where they were working, if I liked! Or I could
first dawned upon me make myself at home in any of those cabins that I
in all his grotesque found lying round loose. Or, perhaps it would be
; sweetness. cooler and pleasanter for me in my friend's cabin
I had arrived early on the hill. Did I see those three large sugar-
-, in the morning, but pines? And, a little to the right, a canvas roof
not in time to inter- and chimney over the bushes? Well, that was my
Sept the friend who friend's,-that was Dick Sylvester's cabin. I could
was the object of my stake my horse in that little hollow, and just hang
S visit. He had gone round there till he came. I would find some books
prospecting,"-so in the shanty; I could amuse myself with them.
they told me on the Or I could play with the baby.
river-and would not Do what?
probably return until But they had already gone. I leaned over the
late in the afternoon. They could not say what bank and called after their vanishing figures:
direction he had taken; they could not suggest "What did you say I could do?"
that I would be likely to find him if I followed. The answer floated slowly up on the hot, sluggish
But it was the general opinion that I had better air:
wait. Pla-a-y with the ba-by."
I looked around me. I was standing upon the The lazy echoes took it up and tossed it languidly
bank of the river; and, apparently, the only other from hill to hill, until Bald Mountain opposite
human beings in the world were my interlocutors, made some incoherent remark about the baby, and
who were even then just disappearing from my then all was still.
horizon down the steep bank toward the river's dry I must have been mistaken. My friend was not
bed. I approached the edge of the bank. a man of family; there was iot a woman within


(From the Spanish.)


A SERPENT saw an eagle gain,
On soaring wing, a mountain height,
And envied him, and crawled with pain
To where he saw the bird alight.
So fickle fortune oftentimes
Befriends the cunning and the base,
And oft the groveling reptile climbs
Up to the eagle's lofty place.



S I' Twas at a little min- Where could I wait?
I- w t -m :ci ing camp in the Cali- O, anywhere; down with them on the river-bar,
fornia Sierras that he where they were working, if I liked! Or I could
first dawned upon me make myself at home in any of those cabins that I
in all his grotesque found lying round loose. Or, perhaps it would be
; sweetness. cooler and pleasanter for me in my friend's cabin
I had arrived early on the hill. Did I see those three large sugar-
-, in the morning, but pines? And, a little to the right, a canvas roof
not in time to inter- and chimney over the bushes? Well, that was my
Sept the friend who friend's,-that was Dick Sylvester's cabin. I could
was the object of my stake my horse in that little hollow, and just hang
S visit. He had gone round there till he came. I would find some books
prospecting,"-so in the shanty; I could amuse myself with them.
they told me on the Or I could play with the baby.
river-and would not Do what?
probably return until But they had already gone. I leaned over the
late in the afternoon. They could not say what bank and called after their vanishing figures:
direction he had taken; they could not suggest "What did you say I could do?"
that I would be likely to find him if I followed. The answer floated slowly up on the hot, sluggish
But it was the general opinion that I had better air:
wait. Pla-a-y with the ba-by."
I looked around me. I was standing upon the The lazy echoes took it up and tossed it languidly
bank of the river; and, apparently, the only other from hill to hill, until Bald Mountain opposite
human beings in the world were my interlocutors, made some incoherent remark about the baby, and
who were even then just disappearing from my then all was still.
horizon down the steep bank toward the river's dry I must have been mistaken. My friend was not
bed. I approached the edge of the bank. a man of family; there was iot a woman within

1874.] BABY SYLVESTER. 507

forty miles of the river camp; he never was so dence of my friend's taste and refinement in the
passionately devoted to children as to import a hearth swept scrupulously clean, in the picturesque
luxury so expensive. I must have been mistaken, arrangement of the fur skins that covered the floor
I turned my horse's head toward the hill. As and furniture, and the striped serdfe* lying on the
we slowly climbed the narrow trail, the little settle- wooden couch. Here were the walls fancifully
ment might have been some exhumed Pompeian papered with illustrations from the London News;
suburb, so deserted and silent were its habitations, here was the wood-cut portrait of Mr. Emerson
The open doors plainly disclosed each rudely- over the chimney, quaintly framed with blue jays'
furnished interior,-the rough pine table, with the wings; here were his few favorite books on the
scant equipage of the morning meal still standing; swinging shelf; and here, lying upon the couch,
the wooden bunk, with its tumbled and disheveled the latest copy of Punch. Dear Dick The flour-
blankets. A golden lizard-the very genius of sack was sometimes empty, but the gentle satirist
desolate stillness-had stopped breathless upon the seldom missed his weekly visit.
threshold of one cabin; a squirrel peeped impu- I threw myself on the couch and tried to read.
dently into the window of another; a woodpecker, But I soon exhausted my interest in my friend's
with the general flavor of undertaking which dis- library, and lay there staring through the open
tinguishes that bird, withheld his sepulchral ham- door on the green hillside beyond. The breeze
mer from the coffin-lid of the roof on which he was again sprang up, and a delicious coolness, mixed
professionally engaged, as we passed. For a mo- with the rare incense of the woods, stole through
ment, I half-regretted that I had not accepted the the cabin. The slumbrous droning of bumble-bees
invitation to the river-bed; but, the next moment, outside the canvas roof, the faint cawing of rooks
a breeze swept up the long, dark caiion, and the wait- on the opposite mountain, and the fatigue of my
ing files of the pines beyond bent toward me in morning ride, began to droop my eyelids. I pulled
salutation. I think my horse understood as well as the serdfe over me, as a precaution against the
myself that it was the cabins that made the solitude freshening mountain breeze, and in a few moments
human, and therefore unbearable, for he quickened was asleep.
his pace, and with a gentle trot brought me to the I do not remember how long I slept. I must
edge of the wood and the three pines that stood have been conscious, however, during my slumber,
like videttes before the Sylvester outpost. of my inability to keep myself covered by the serafe,
Unsaddling my horse in the little hollow, I un- for I awoke once or twice, clutching it with a des-
slung the long riata from the saddle-bow, and pairing hand as it was disappearing over the foot
tethering him to a young sapling, turned toward of the couch. Then I became suddenly aroused to
the cabin. But I had gone only a few steps when the fact that my efforts to retain it were resisted by
I heard a quick trot behind me, and poor Pom- some equally persistent force, and, letting it go, I
poso, with every fibre tingling with fear, was at was horrified at seeing it swiftly drawn under the
my heels. I looked hurriedly around. The breeze couch. At this point I sat up completely awake;
had died away, and only an occasional breath from for immediately after, what seemed to be an ex-
the deep-chested woods, more like a long sigh than aggerated muff began to emerge from under the
any articulate sound, or the dry singing of a cicala couch. Presently it appeared fully, dragging the
in the heated cation, were to be heard. I examined serdfe after it. There was no mistaking it now-it
the ground carefully for rattlesnakes, but in vain. was a baby bear. A mere suckling, it was true,-
Yet here was Pomposo shivering from his arched a helpless roll of fat and fur,-but, unmistakably,
neck to his sensitive haunches, his very flanks a grizzly cub.
pulsating with terror. I soothed him as well as I I cannot recall anything more irresistibly ludi-
could, and then walked to the edge of the wood crous than its aspect as it slowly raised its small
and peered into its dark recesses. The bright wondering eyes to mine. It was so much taller on
flash of a bird's wing, or the quick dart of a squir- its haunches than its shoulders,-its fore-legs were
rel, was all I saw. I confess it was with something so disproportionately small,-that in walking, its
of superstitious expectation that I again turned hind-feet invariably took precedence. It was per-
toward the cabin. A fairy child, attended by petually pitching forward over its pointed, inoffen-
Titania and her train, lying in an expensive cradle, sive nose, and recovering itself always, after these
would not have surprised me; a Sleeping Beauty, involuntary somersaults, with the gravest astonish-
whose awakening would have repeopled these soli- ment. To add to its preposterous appearance, one
tudes with life and energy, I am afraid I began to of its hind-feet was adorned by a shoe of Sylves-
confidently look for, and would have kissed without ter's, into which it had accidentally and inextricably
hesitation, stepped. As this somewhat impeded its first im-
But I found none of these. Here was the evi- A fine Mexican blanket, used as an outer garment for riding.


pulse to fly, it turned to me; and then, possibly angles as one of Leda's offspring. Your caressing
recognizing in the stranger the same species as its hand sank away in his fur with dreamy languor.
master, it paused. Presently, it slowly raised itself To look at him long was an intoxication of the
on its hind-legs, and vaguely and deprecatingly senses; to pat him was a wild delirium; to embrace
waved a baby paw, fringed with little hooks of him, an utter demoralization of the intellectual
steel. I took the paw and shook it gravely. From faculties.
that moment we were friends. The little affair of When he had finished the sugar, he rolled out
the serdfe was forgotten. of the door with a half-diffident, half-inviting look
Nevertheless, I was wise enough to cement our in his eye, as if he expected me to follow. I did
friendship by an act of delicate courtesy. Follow- so, but the sniffing and snorting of the keen-scented
ing the direction of his eyes, I had no difficulty in Pomposo in the hollow, not only revealed the cause


finding, on a shelf near the ridge-pole, the sugar- of his former terror, but decided me to take another
box and the square lumps of white sugar that even direction. After a moment's hesitation, he con-
the poorest miner is never without. While he was eluded to go with me, although I am satisfied, from
eating them I had time to examine him more closely, a certain impish look in his eye, that he fully un-
His body was a silky, dark, but exquisitely modu- derstood and rather enjoyed the fright of Pomposo.
lated grey, deepening to black in his paws and As he rolled along at my side, with a gait not un-
muzzle. His fur was excessively long, thick, and like a drunken sailor, I discovered that his long
soft as eider down; the cushions of flesh beneath, hair concealed a leather collar around his neck,
perfectly infantine in their texture and contour. which bore for its legend the single word, Baby !"
He was so very young that the palms of his half- I recalled the mysterious suggestion of the two
human feet were still tender as a baby's. Except miners. This, then, was the "baby" with whom
for the bright blue, steely hooks, half-sheathed in I was to play."
-- -_ --

finding, on a shelf near the ridge-pole, the sugar- of his former terror, but decided me to take another
box and the square lumps of white sugar that even direction. After a moment's hesitation, he con-
the poorest miner is never without. While he was eluded to go with me, although I am satisfied, from

ehis little ts there was not a singe him more closely a certain impish look in his eye, that allowed me to
or detail in his lumilky, dark, but ex was auisitely modu- derstood and rather enjoyed the fright of Pomposo.
lated grey, deepening to black in his paws and As he rolled along at my side, with a gait not un-
muzzle. His fur was excessively long, thick, and like a drunken sailor, I discovered that his long
soft as eider down; the cushions of flesh beneath, hair concealed a leather collar around his neck,
perfectly infantine in their texture and contour. which bore for its legend the single word, Baby 1"
He was so very young that the palms of his half- I recalled the mysterious suggestion of the two
human feet were still tender as a baby's. Except miners. This, then, was the "baby" with whom
for the bright blue, steely hooks, half-sheathed in I was to "play."
his little toes, there was not a single harsh outline How we played;" how Baby allowed me to
or detail in his plump figure. He was as free from roll him down hill, crawling and puffing up again

1874.] BABY SYLVESTER. 509

each time, with perfect good humor; how he row in the hotel-yard, and rattling his chain like a maniac. Let me
climbed a young sapling after my Panama hat, know by telegraph at once. SYLVESTER.
which I had shied" into one of the topmost P. S-Of course he's grown a little, and does n't take things
always as quietly as he did. He dropped rather heavily on two of
branches; how after getting it he refused to de- Watson's "purps" last week, and snatched old Watson himself,
scend until it suited his pleasure; how when he did bald-headed, for interfering. You remember Watson: for an intel-
come down he persisted in walking 'about on three ligent man, he knows very little of California fauna. How are you
fixed for bears on Montgomery street,-I mean in regard to corrals
legs, carrying my hat, a crushed and shapeless and things? S.
mass, clasped to his breast with the remaining one; P. P. S.-He's got some new tricks. The boys have been teach-
how I missed him at last, and finally discovered ing him to put up his hands with them. He slings an ugly left.-S.
him seated on a table in one of the tenantless I am afraid that my desire to possess myself of
cabins, with a bottle of syrup between his paws, Baby overcame all other considerations, and I tele-
vainly endeavoring to extract its contents-these graphed an affirmative at once to Sylvester. When
and other details of that eventful day I shall not I reached my lodgings late that afternoon, my
weary the reader with now. Enough that when landlady was awaiting me with a telegram. It was
Dick Sylvester returned, I was pretty well fagged two lines from Sylvester:
out, and the baby was rolled up, an immense bol-
ster at the foot of the couch, asleep. Sylvester's All right. Baby goes down on night-boat. Be a father to him-S.
first words after our greeting were : It was due, then, at one o'clock that night. For
Is n't he delicious ?" a moment I was staggered at my own precipitation.
"Perfectly. Where did you get him?" I had as yet made no preparations,-had said
Lying under his dead mother, five miles from nothing to my landlady about her new guest. I
here," said Dick, lighting his pipe. Knocked expected to arrange everything in time; and now,
her over at fifty yards; perfectly clean shot-never through Sylvester's indecent haste, that time had
moved afterwards Baby crawled out, scared but been shortened twelve hours.
unhurt. She must have been carrying him in her Something, however, must be done at once. I
mouth, and dropped him when she faced me, for turned to Mrs. Brown. I had great reliance in her
he was n't more than three days old, and not steady maternal instincts; I had that still greater reliance,
on his pins. He takes the only milk that comes to common to our sex, in the general tender-hearted-
the settlement-brought up by Adams Express at ness of pretty women. But I confess I was alarmed.
seven o'clock every morning. They say he looks Yet, with a feeble smile, I tried to introduce the
like me. Do you think so ?" asked Dick, with per- subject with classical ease and lightness. I even
fect gravity, stroking his hay-colored moustachios, said, If Shakespeare's Athenian clown, Mrs.
and evidently assuming his best expression. Brown, believed that a lion among ladies was a
I took leave of the baby early the next morning dreadful thing, what must But here I broke
in Sylvester's cabin, and out of respect to Pom- down, for Mrs. Brown, with the awful intuition of
poso's feelings, rode by without any postscript of her sex, I saw at once was more occupied with my
expression. But the night before I had made manner than my speech. So I tried a business
Sylvester solemnly swear, that in the event of any brusquerie, and, placing the telegram in her hand,
separation between himself and Baby, it should said hurriedly, We must do something about this
revert to me. "At the same time," he had added, at once. It's perfectly absurd, but he will be here
"it's only fair to say that I don't think of dying just at one to-night. Beg thousand pardons, but busi-
yet, old fellow, and I don't know of anything else ness prevented my speaking before and
that would part the cub and me." paused, out of breath and courage.
Two months after this conversation, as I was Mrs. Brown read the telegram gravely, lifted her
turning over the morning's mail at my office in San pretty eyebrows, turned the paper over and looked
Francisco, I noticed a letter bearing Sylvester's on the other side, and then, in a remote and chill-
familiar hand. But it was post-marked "Stock- ing voice, asked me if she understood me to say
ton," and I opened it with some anxiety at once. that the mother was coming also.
Its contents were as follows : O dear no," I exclaimed, with considerable re-
O FRANK!-Don't you remember what we agreed upon anent lief; "the mother is dead, you know. Sylvester-
the baby? Well, consider me as dead for the next six months, or that is my friend, who sent this-shot her when the
gone where cubs can't follow me-East. I know you love the baby; Baby was only three days old -- But the ex-
but do you think, dear boy,-now, really, do you think you co bef B n' face at this moment
a father to it ? Consider this well. You are young, thoughtless, pression of Mrs. Brown's face at this moment was
well-meaning enough; but dare you take upon yourself the functions SO alarming, that I saw that nothing but the fullest
of guide, genius or guardian to one so young and guileless ? Could explanation would save me. Hastily, and I fear
you be the mentor to this Telemachus ? Think of the temptations of coh
a metropolis. Look at the question well, and let me know speedily, not very coherently, I told her all.
for I've got him as far as this place, and he's kicking up an awful She relaxed sweetly. She said I had frightened


her with my talk about lions. Indeed, I think my drunken stranger got into the wagon and drove
picture of poor Baby-albeit a trifle highly-colored away.
-touched her motherly heart. She was even a And Baby? He had grown, it is true, a trifle
little vexed at what she called Sylvester's hard- larger; but he was thin, and bore the marks of
heartedness." Still, I was not without some appre- evident ill-usage, His beautiful coat was matted
hension. It was two months since I had seen him, and unkempt, and his claws-those bright steel
and Sylvester's vague allusion to his "slinging an hooks-had been ruthlessly pared to the quick.
ugly left" pained, me. I looked at sympathetic His eyes were furtive and restless, and the old ex-
little Mrs. Brown, and the thought of Watson's pression of stupid good humor had changed to one
pups covered me with guilty confusion. of intelligent distrust. His intercourse with man-
Mrs. Brown had agreed to sit up with me until kind had evidently quickened his intellect without
he arrived. One o'clock came, but no Baby. Two broadening his moral nature.
o'clock-three o'clock passed. It was almost four I had great difficulty in keeping Mrs. Brown
when there was a wild clatter of horses' hoofs out- from smothering him in blankets and ruining his
side, and with a jerk a wagon stopped at the door. digestion with the delicacies of her larder; but I at
In an instant I had opened it and confronted a last got him completely rolled up in the corner of
stranger. Almost at the same moment, the horses my room and asleep. I lay awake some time later
attempted to run away with the wagon. with plans for his future. I finally determined to
The stranger's appearance was, to say the least, take him to Oakland, where I had built a little cot-
disconcerting. His clothes were badly torn and tage and always spent my Sundays, the very next
frayed; his linen sack hung from his shoulders like day. And in the midst of a rosy picture of domes-
a herald's apron; one of his hands was bandaged; tic felicity, I fell asleep.
his face scratched, and there was no hat on his dis- When I awoke it was broad day. My eyes at
heveled head. To add to the general effect, he once sought the corner where Baby had been lying.
had evidently sought relief from his woes in drink, But he was gone. I sprang from the bed, looked
and he swayed from side to side as he clung to the under it, searched the closet, but in vain. The
door-handle; and, in a very thick voice, stated that door was still locked; but there were the marks of
he had suthin" for me outside. When he had his blunted claws upon the sill of the window, that
finished, the horses made another plunge. I had forgotten to close. He had evidently escaped
Mrs. Brown thought they must be frightened at that way,-but where ? The window opened upon
something. a balcony, to which the only other entrance was
Frightened !" laughed the stranger, with bitter through the hall. He must be still in the house.
irony. "Oh no Hossish aint frightened On'y My hand was already upon the bell-rope, but I
ran away four times coming' here. Oh no No- stayed it in time. If he had not made himself
body's frightened. Everythin's all ri'. Aint it, known, why should I disturb the house ? I dressed
Bill?" he said, addressing the driver. On'y been myself hurriedly, and slipped into the hall. The
overboard twish; knocked down a hatchway once. first object that met my eyes was a boot lying upon
Thash nothing' On'y two men unner doctor's the stairs. It bore the marks of Baby's teeth; and
han's at Stockton. Thash nothing Six hunner as I looked along the hall, I saw too plainly that
dollars cover all dammish." the usual array of freshly-blackened boots and
I was too much disheartened to reply, but moved shoes before the lodgers' doors was not there. As
toward the wagon. The stranger eyed me with an I ascended the stairs I found another, but with the
astonishment that almost sobered him. blacking carefully licked off. On the third floor
"Do you reckon to tackle that animile your- were two or three more boots, slightly mouthed;
self?" he asked, as he surveyed me from head to but at this point Baby's taste for blacking had
foot. evidently palled. A little further on was a ladder,
I did not speak, but, with an appearance of bold- leading to an open scuttle. I mounted the lad-
ness I was far from feeling, walked to the wagon der, and reached the flat roof, that formed a con-
and called Baby !" tinuous level over the row of houses to the corner
"All ri'. Cash loose them straps, Bill, and stan' of the street. Behind the chimney on the very
clear." last roof something was lurking. It was the fugi-
The straps were cut loose, and Baby-the re- tive Baby. He was covered with dust and dirt and
morseless, the terrible-quietly tumbled to the fragments of glass. But he was sitting on his hind-
ground, and rolling to my side, rubbed his foolish legs, and was eating an enormous slab of pea-nut
head against me. candy, with a look of mingled guilt and infinite
I think the astonishment of the two men was satisfaction. He even, I fancied, slightly stroked
beyond any vocal expression. Without a word the his stomach with his disengaged fore-paw, as I ap-

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preached. He knew that I was looking for him, from behind her a bottle with a Greek label-so
and the expression of his eye said plainly, The long as to run two or three times spirally around it
past, at least, is secure." from top to bottom. He says it is n't a dye; it's
I hurried him, with the evidences of his guilt, a vegetable preparation, for invigorating--
back to the scuttle, and descended on tip-toe to the Who says ?" I asked, despairingly.
floor beneath. Providence favored us; I met no Why, Mr. Parker, of course," said Mrs. Brown,
one on the stairs, and his own cushioned tread was severely, with the air of having repeated the name
inaudible. I think he was conscious of the dangers a great many times,-" the old gentleman in the
of detection, for he even forebore to breathe, or room above. The simple question I want to ask,"
much less chew the last mouthful he had taken; she continued, with the calm manner of one who
and he skulked at my side, with the syrup dropping has just convicted another of gross ambiguity of
from his motionless jaws. 1 think he would have language, is only this: If some of this stuff were
silently choked to death just then, for my sake : put in a saucer and left carelessly on the table, and
and it was not until I had reached my room again, a child or a baby or a cat, or any young animal,
and threw myself panting on the sofa, that I saw should come in at the window and drink it up-a
how near strangulation he had been. He gulped whole saucer full-because it had a sweet taste,
once or twice, apologetically, and then walked to would it be likely to hurt them ? "
the corner of his own accord, and rolled himself I cast an anxious glance at Baby, sleeping peace-
up like an immense sugar-plum, sweating remorse fully in the corner, and a very grateful one at Mrs.
and treacle at every pore. Brown, and said I did n't think it would.
I locked him in when I went to breakfast, when Because," said Mrs. Brown, loftily, as she
I found Mrs. Brown's lodgers in a state of intense opened the door, I thought if it was poisonous,
excitement over certain mysterious events of the remedies might be used in time. Because," she
night before, and the dreadful revelations of the added suddenly, abandoning her lofty manner and
morning. It appeared that burglars had entered wildly rushing to the corner, with a frantic embrace
the block from the scuttles ; that being suddenly of the unconscious Baby, "because if any nasty
alarmed, they had quitted our house without com- stuff should turn its boofull hair a horrid green or
emitting any depredation, dropping even the boots a naughty pink, it would break its own muzzer's
they had collected in the halls ; but that a desperate heart, it would !"
attempt had been made to force the till in the con- But before I could assure Mrs. Brown of the in-
fectioner's shop on the corner, and that the glass efficiency of hair-dye as an internal application,
show-cases had been ruthlessly smashed. A cour- she had darted from the room.
ageous servant in No. 4 had seen a masked burglar, That night, with the secrecy of defaulters, Baby
on his hands and knees, attempting to enter their and I decamped from Mrs. Brown's. Distrusting
scuttle; but on her shouting, "Away wid yees," the too emotional nature of that noble animal, the
he instantly fled. horse, I had recourse to a hand-cart, drawn by a
I sat through this recital with cheeks that burned stout Irishman, to convey my charge to the ferry.
uncomfortably; nor was I the less embarrassed on Even then, Baby refused to go unless I walked by
raising my eyes to meet Mrs. Brown's fixed curi- the cart, and at times rode in it.
ously and mischievously on mine. As soon as I I wish," said Mrs. Brown, as she stood by the
could make my escape from the table, I did so; door wrapped in an immense shawl, and saw us
and running rapidly up stairs, sought refuge from depart, I wish it looked less solemn-less like a
any possible inquiry in my own room. Baby was pauper's funeral."
still asleep in the corner. It would not be safe to I must admit, that as I walked by the cart that
remove him until the lodgers had gone down town; night, I felt very much as if I were accompanying
and I was revolving in my mind the expediency of the remains of some humble friend to his last rest-
keeping him until night veiled his obtrusive eccen- ing-place; and that, when I was obliged to ride in
tricity from the public eye, when there came a it, I never could entirely convince myself that I was
cautious tap at my door. I opened it. Mrs. Brown not helplessly overcome by liquor, or the victim of
slipped in quietly, closed the door softly, stood an accident, en route to the hospital. But, at last,
with her back against it and her hand on the knob, we reached the ferry. On the boat I think no one
and beckoned me 'mysteriously towards her. Then discovered Baby except a drunken man, who ap-
she asked, in a low voice: preached me to ask for a light for his cigar, but
Is hair-dye poisonous?" who suddenly dropped it and fled in dismay to the
I was too confounded to speak, gentlemen's cabin, where his incoherent ravings
0 do you know what I mean," she said, im- were luckily taken for the earlier indications of
patiently. This stuff." She produced suddenly delirium tremens.


It was nearly midnight when I reached my little do you not disengage yourself from the verandah
cottage on the outskirts of Oakland; and it was of our friend ? and why, in the name of Heaven,
with a feeling of relief and security that I entered, do you attach to yourself so much of this thing,
locked the door, and turned. him loose in the hall, and make to yourself such unnecessary contortion ?
satisfied that henceforward his depredations would Ah," he continued, suddenly withdrawing one of
be limited to my own property. He was very quiet his own feet from the verandah with an evident
that night, and after he had tried to mount the effort, "I am myself attached Surely it is some-
hat-rack, under the mistaken impression that it thing here "
was intended for his own gymnastic exercise, and It evidently was. My guests were all rising with
knocked all the hats off, he went peaceably to sleep difficulty,-the floor of the verandah was covered
on the rug. with some glutinous substance. It was-syrup !
In a week, with the exercise afforded him by the I saw it all in a flash. I ran to the barn; the
run of a large, carefully-boarded enclosure, he re- keg of "golden syrup," purchased only the day
covered his health, strength, spirits, and much of before, lay empty upon the floor. There were
his former beauty. His presence was unknown to sticky tracks all over the enclosure, but still no
my neighbors, although it was noticeable that Baby.
horses invariably "shied" in passing to the wind- "There's something moving the ground over
ward of my house, and that the baker and milk- there by that pile of dirt," said Barker.
man had great difficulty in the delivery of their He was right; the earth was shaking in one cor-
wares in the morning, and indulged in unseemly ner of the enclosure like an earthquake. I ap-
and unnecessary profanity in so doing. preached cautiously. I saw, what I had not before
At the end of the week, I determined to invite noticed, that the ground was thrown up; and there,
a few friends to see the Baby, and to that purpose in the middle of an immense grave-like cavity,
wrote a number of formal invitations. After des- crouched Baby Sylvester, still digging, and slowly,
canting, at some length, on the great expense and but surely, sinking from sight in a mass of dust
danger attending his capture and training, I offered and clay.
a programme of the performances of the Infant What were his intentions? Whether he was
Phenomenon of Sierran Solitudes," drawn up into stung by remorse, and wished to hide himself from
the highest professional profusion of alliteration my reproachful eyes, or whether he was simply try-
and capital letters. A few extracts will give the ing to dry his syrup-besmeared coat, I never shall
reader some idea of his educational progress: know, for that day, alas was his last with me.
He was pumped upon for two hours, at the end
i. He will, rolled up in a Round Ball, roll down the Wood Shed,
Rapidly, illustrating His manner of Escaping from His Enemy of which time he still yielded a thin treacle. He
in His Native Wilds. was then taken and carefully enwrapped in blankets
2. He will Ascend the Well Pole, and remove from the Very Top a and locked up in the store-room. The next morn-
Hat, and as much of the Crown and Brim thereof as May be
Permitted. ing he was gone! The lower portion of the win-
3. He will perform in a pantomime, descriptive of the Conduct of the dow sash and pane were gone too. His successful
Big Bear, The Middle-Sized Bear, and The Little Bear of the experiments on the fragile texture of glass at the
Popular Nursery Legend.
4. He will shake his chain Rapidly, showing his Manner of striking confectioner's, on the first day of his entrance to
Dismay and Terror in the Breasts of Wanderers in Ursine Wil- civilization, had not been lost upon him. His first
dernesses. essay at combining cause and effect ended in his
The morning of the exhibition came, but an escape.
hour before the performance the wretched Baby Where he went, where he hid, who captured him
was missing. The Chinese cook could not indi- if he did not succeed in reaching the foot-hills
cate his whereabouts. I searched the premises beyond Oakland, even the offer of a large reward,
thoroughly, and then, in despair, took my hat and backed by the efforts of an intelligent police, could
hurried out into the narrow lane that led toward not discover. I never saw him again from that day
the open fields and the woods beyond. But I found until-
no trace nor track of Baby Sylvester. I returned, Did I see him ? I was in a horse-car on Sixth
after an hour's fruitless search, to find my guests avenue, a few days ago, when the horses suddenly
already assembled on the rear verandah. I briefly became unmanageable and left the track for the
recounted my disappointment, my probable loss, sidewalk, amid the oaths and execrations of the
and begged their assistance. driver. Immediately in front of the car a crowd
Why," said a Spanish friend, who prided him- had gathered around two performing bears and a
self on his accurate knowledge of English, to showman. One of the animals-thin, emaciated,
Barker, who seemed to be trying vainly to rise and the mere wreck of his native strength-at-
from his reclining position on the verandah, Why tracted my attention. I endeavored to attract his.


He turned a pair of bleared, sightless eyes in my suddenly turned, and, either by accident or design,
direction, but there was no sign of recognition. I thrust a callous paw through the glass.
leaned from the car-window and called, softly, It's worth a dollar-and-half to put in a new
"Baby!" But he did not heed. I closed the pane," said the conductor, "if folks will play with
window. The car was just moving on, when he bears!-- "



PRESERVED with commendable pride by the inches; and all were beautifully executed, showing
people of England, are several beautiful little mod- that the boy-builder knew what he was about, and
els of ships that were constructed by King William meant to accomplish his work to the best of his
IV., long before he ascended the throne. He is ability. Every mast and yard was whittled out
often called England's "sailor king," because he with as much care as if it had belonged to a real
spent the best years of his life in active service in the vessel; each bit of canvas was cut and sewed ac-
navy of his country, entering as a midshipman at cording to rule; and rigging, rattlings, and shrouds
thirteen years of age, and passing through its regu- were as skillfully disposed as if the tiny craft had
lar gradations to the exalted position of Lord High been expected soon to hoist anchor" and bear
Admiral, which he did not reach till he was past away a living freight of men and women.
fifty; not very long before he succeeded to the These models, built by England's "sailor king,"
throne of England. He was a boy of earnest, prac- in his young boyhood, are carefully preserved in
tical character; and though the son of a king, the Royal Polytechnic Institution of London, where
surrounded by the pomp of royalty, he was noted I have often seen them, in company with quite a
for his simple, unostentatious habits. variety of miniature crafts of different nations.
While a midshipman, on board his frigate, he Another miniature model that I have often ad-
studied diligently, and performed with alacrity the mired, is one built by the late King of Siam, who
duties assigned him; and for recreation in his died about five years ago-the father of one, and
leisure hours, he built a model of the ship in which the uncle of the other, of the two young princes
he was sailing, and afterward made several others. now on the throne.
The first one was something less than four feet When I first met Prince ChAu FA Noi, he was
long; the second and third, each about thirty-four about thirty-five years of age, the heir apparent"


to the grandest of oriental monarchies, and sur- articles of furniture of which they knew nothing,
rounded by pomp and luxury of every kind. He and provided the doctors with foreign medicines
lived in a fine palace, had hundreds of servants to and surgical instruments, that are far better than
wait upon him, and of the ten millions of people those formerly used in the country. But especially
who live in that country, all who met him, with the was his kind heart touched with pity for the great
single exception of the king, had to do him rever- number of poor sailors who lost their lives by mak-
ence as their liege lord. But though so rich and ing voyages in Chinese junks,-which, as you see
powerful, he studied to improve his mind; and to by the picture below, are very clumsy and un-
elevate the condition of his people, he worked with wieldy ships,-and he determined to introduce
his own hands harder than did many of his serv- better vessels. But first he must make a model,

ants, till his mind and character quite outshone and learn shipbuilding himself, in order to be
his wealth and rank. He studied astronomy, able to teach others. So he went bravely to
drawing, mathematics and navigation, besides sev- work, and, with his own hands, built a beautiful
eral European languages. Nor did he spend all little barque, about four feet long. I have often
his time with books; for his main design was seen and handled this miniature vessel, and both
not to gain the reputation of a scholar, but to help inside and out every part was complete and beauti-
the nation, over whom he afterwards reigned, to fully executed. In the cabin were state-rooms,
become wiser and better. So he learned how to with their tiny berths all ready for passengers; in
make watches and clocks, by taking several to the saloon were sofas, tables, and chairs; even
pieces and putting them together again, and then lamps and mirrors; and the steward's pantry had
afterwards he taught some of his servants to do the its full complement of well-stored lockers and
same. They succeeded so well, that now people cuddiess." On deck, rigging, sails, and anchors
in Siam do not have to send to Europe or America were all in ship-shape," and a dainty little cap-
for watches and clocks, as formerly, but good time- stan had the bars in, and the cable about it, ready
pieces, made by natives, can be bought there nearly to haul up anchor when the command should
as cheaply as in our own country. This good be given.
prince also taught his people the use of many But all this was not meant for play, nor to show
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prince also taught his people the use of many But all this was not meant for play, nor to show

6874.1 THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 515

how nice a toy could be made by a prince. Its de- boxes. Unlike the numerous well-finished models
sign was to teach shiplbuilding to people who knew that surround it, this unpretentious little craft con-
nothing about it; and as the things I have spoken tains no superfluous ornament; but by the very
of would all be needed in a real ship, they were in- simplicity of its construction arrests the attention
cluded in the model. of every visitor, seeming thus to imply utility of
This he afterwards took to pieces, and explained design rather than the display of skillful work or
all the parts to some of his picked men, instructing costly material.
them carefully how everything was to be made, A portion of the early life of Abraham Lincoln
first in miniature, and afterwards of full size, then had been spent as a flatboatman on the Mississippi
how they were to be put together, and real, work- river, where he became familiar with the dangers
ing ships made. and difficulties attendant on the navigation of
Almost any day during those months the prince Western rivers, so beset with. snags and shoals.
might be found hard at work with his men in the So, with the prudent thoughtfulness characteristic
ship-yard or at the dock, sometimes at the anvil or of his later career, the young lawyer set himself,
forge, the very busiest man in all that busy hive in his intervals of leisure, to study out some easy
of cheerful, eager workers. I have often seen him method of transporting vessels over the dangerous
there, in his old straw hat and linen jacket, his obstructions.
handsome face all aglow with exercise and happi- This quaint little model is the embodiment of his
ness. When he afterwards became king, he was invention. It contains a sort of bellows, placed on
just as earnest a worker, in other ways, for the each side of the hull, just below the water line, and
good of his people. designed to be so worked by valves and pulleys
The only remaining model I shall describe to you that, as the bellows became inflated with air, the
here, is one carefully disposed in the large hall of ship would be buoyed up and floated lightly over
our own Patent Office, at Washington. the shoals lying in its pathway. The builder of
It was the work of Abraham Lincoln, our late this curious-looking little craft having thus clearly
President, and bears the date of 1849, when the embodied his design, added nothing in the way of
builder was known mainly as a successful lawyer in embellishment, but forwarded his work, uncompli-
his Illinois home, and long before either he or his cated by a single unnecessary rope or pulley, to the
countrymen had thought of his being called to proper authorities at Washington. He obtained a
guide the ship of state. The little model is a patent, and his rough model of a steamboat was
steamer, about twenty inches in length, and it looks assigned a place among the countless treasures and
as if whittled with a common jack-knife, out of a manifold wonders of our great national museum,
few shingles, or such boards as are used for cigar the Patent Office.



I LAID aside my pen as the far-off chimes of the fume was stronger, and Could it be? Yes,
cathedral were tolling the midnight hour, and sat surely! Even as I gazed, the flowers lifted their
dreamily gazing into the embers of the dying fire. heads, and from the midst of the tiny cluster of
Forget-me-not! bloom came again, in clear, ringing tones, the self-
Was I dreaming? Or did a voice really pro- same words which I had heard, Forget-me-not!"
nounce the words close to my ear ? I looked care- Was it thou, Bliimchen? I asked, wondering.
fully around. No one could have entered through Yes," said the flower, in the same silvery ac-
the bolted door. The arrangements of the room cents. Dost thou not know that just at midnight
were undisturbed. Clearly, I was dreaming! all plants of my race are permitted, for one hour,
I settled myself again to think, when the odor of the gift of speech? Listen, and I will tell thee why
the Forget-me-nots in the little vase attracted my we are so gifted above all others.
attention. The flowers seemed moved by some In the Garden of Paradise, when the pure Eve
fresh instinct of life; the hue was deeper, the per- walked among the flowers, and gave each a name,


according to her liking, all flowers and plants had So Eve kept the flower near her through all
a language of their own, and this it was given to the dark days that followed; and when Adam had
Eve to understand; and during the long hours she made for them a home in the new place, she
conversed often with them, and they told her many planted it, and tended it carefully, and it became
things; but, above all, she loved the tiny blossoms to her an emblem of that old life of purity and hap-
of a little blue flower, and kissed it often, and piness before the fall.
twined it in her sunny tresses. And the flowers all In time, this new land also was enriched with
loved her, but, best of all, the little blue flower, many flowers, some of them even as beautiful as
which she named Heaven-blossom,* because its those of the lost Eden, but, best of all, Eve loved
hue was so like that of the skies, the tender Forget-me-not; and later, when the
"But at length came the dark day when sin en- little Cain and Abel played around the home, she
tered into Paradise, -and the Lord commanded the told them the story of the faithful flower, and they,
pair to leave their Eden-garden, and wander in the too, grew to love and cherish it, and it told them
bleak wilderness, beyond the gates. And as, for the many and many a story of the glories of that Gar-
last time, the weeping Eve passed, hand in hand den of Paradise, wherein the angels had walked
with Adam, through the fragrant lanes of Eden, the and talked with their parents of old.
flowers shrank trembling from her, and bowed their And when Eve died, the loving flower covered
heads with shame, or gazed scornfully upon her; her grave with thick clusters of its blossoms. And
and this, more than all else, rent the heart of Eve, I am sure that the first flower which met her sight
-that those whom she had named and caressed in that neW life beyond the tomb, was her dear
and called her children, should shrink away from Forget-me-not.
her in scorn and shame. And her tears fell faster The children of Adam long cherished the little
and faster, so that, when she reached the gates blue flower; but, after many years, when the world
where stood the Cherubim with that flaming, ter- became more and more wicked, and the hearts of
rible sword, she scarcely saw at her feet the little men were turned away from God, they lost the
tuft of Heaven-blossom, until it murmured, in power to understand its language.
piteous accents, Forget-me-not !' When the waters swept away after the Deluge,
"Eve bent down and plucked the tiny plant, the first plant that blossomed was the Forget-me-
which shrank not from her touch, but nestled lov- not, but it no longer spoke to the children of men.
ingly toward her, and she pressed it to her lips and It was voiceless for long, long years; until, one day,
to her sorrowing heart. Then she turned, and, a child upon the hills of Galilee bent down and
with one long sad look upon her lost kingdom, went kissed its blossoms clustering in his path. It was
slowly out, past the Cherubim and the flaming the Christ-child And from that hour, each night
sword, into the bleak wilderness; and all that re- at midnight, if one who loves flowers listens, the
mained to her of the glorious bloom of Paradise blossoms of the Forget-me-not may tell this his-
was the one little sprig of Heaven-blossom which tory.
she held in her hand. 'Be no longer named "Hark! the Cathedral chimes are striking the
bloom of heaven, dear blossom !' cried the grate- first hour after midnight. I have spoken. Adieu !"
ful Eve; 'henceforth I shall call you by a dearer The flower now drooped drowsily upon its slen-
name-my Forget-me-not.' der stalk, and was silent.
Himmel-bliimchen, in German.


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,874.] THE SHAG. 517



"WHAT is that great bird, sister, tell me,
Perched high on the top of the crag?"
"'T is the cormorant, dear little brother*
The fishermen call it the shag."

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"But what does it there, tell me, sister,
Sitting lonely against the black sky ? "
"It has settled to rest, little brother,
It hears the wild gale wailing high."

"But I am afraid of it, sister,
For over the sea and the land
It gazes, so black and so silent! "
"Little brother, hold fast to my hand."

"0, what was that, sister? The thunder?
Did the shag bring the storm and the cloud,
The wind and the rain and the lightning ? "
"Little brother, the thunder roars loud;

"Run fast, for the rain sweeps the ocean!
Look! over the light-house it streams,
And the lightning leaps red, and above us
The gulls fill the air with their screams."

O'er the beach, o'er the rocks running swiftly,
The little white cottage they gain,
And safely they watch from the window
The dance and the rush of the rain.

But the shag kept his place on the headland,
And when the brief storm had .gone by
He shook his loose plumes, and they saw him
Rise, splendid and strong, in the sky.

Clinging fast to the gown of his sister,
The little boy laughed, as he flew;
"He is gone with the wind and the lightning!
And I am not frightened; are you ? "
VOL. I.-34.




THE trouble was in the dumb waiter. All had and the little boys should go in search of a carpen-
seated themselves at the dinner-table, and Amanda ter.
had gone to take out the dinner she had sent up Agamemnon proposed that, meanwhile, he
from the kitchen on the dumb waiter. But some- should go and borrow a book; for he had another
thing was the matter; she could not pull it up. idea.
There was the dinner, but she could not reach it. This affair of the turkey," he said, reminds
All the family, in turn, went and tried; all pulled me of those buried cities that have been dug out,-
together, in vain; the dinner could not be stirred. Herculaneum, for instance."
No dinner exclaimed Agamemnon. "Oh, yes," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza, "and
I am quite hungry," said Solomon John. Pompeii."
At last, Mr. Peterkin said, I am not proud. I Yes," said Agamemnon, they found there
am willing to dine in the kitchen." pots and kettles. Now, I should like to know how
This room was below the dining-room. All con- they did it; and I mean to borrow a book and
sented to this. Each one went down, taking a read. I think it was done with a pick-axe."
napkin. So the party set out. But when Mr. Peterkin
The cook laid the kitchen table, put on it her reached the carpenter's shop, there was no carpen-
best table-cloth, and the family sat down. Amanda ter to be found there.
went to the dumb waiter for the dinner, but she "He must be at his house, eating his dinner,"
could not move it down. suggested Solomon John.
The family were all in dismay. There was the "Happy man," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "he
dinner, half-way between the kitchen and dining- has a dinner to eat "
room, and there were they all hungry to eat it They went to the carpenter's house, but found
What is there for dinner?" asked Mr. Peterkin. he had gone out of town for a day's job. But his
"Roast turkey," said Mrs. Peterkin. wife told them that he always came back at night
Mr. Peterkin lifted his eyes to the ceiling, to ring the nine o'clock bell.
"Squash, tomato, potato, and sweet potato," "We must wait till then," said Mr. Peterkin,
Mrs. Peterkin continued, with an effort at cheerfulness.
Sweet potato exclaimed all the little boys. At home, he found Agamemnon reading his
I am very glad now that I did not have cran- book, and all sat down to hear of Herculaneum and
berry," said Mrs. Peterkin, anxious to find a bright Pompeii.
point. Time passed on, and the question arose about
"Let us sit down and think about it," said Mr. tea. Would it do to have tea, when they had had
Peterkin. no dinner? A part of the family thought it would
"I have an idea," said Agamemnon, after not do; the rest wanted tea.
awhile. "I suppose you remember the wise lady from
Let us hear it," said Mr. Peterkin. Let each Philadelphia, who was here not long ago," said Mr.
oiio A< his mind." Peterkin.
The turkey," said Agamemnon, must be just Oh, yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
above the kitchen door. If I had a ladder and an Let us try to think what she would advise us,"
axe, I could cut away the plastering and reach it." said Mr. Peterkin.
"That is a great idea," said Mrs. Peterkin. I wish she were here," said Elizabeth Eliza.
If you think you could do it," said Mr. Peter- I think," said Mr. Peterkin, she would say,
kin. let them that want tea have it; the rest can go
Would it not be better to have a carpenter ?" without."
asked Elizabeth Eliza. So they had tea, and, as it proved, all sat down
"A carpenter might have a ladder and an axe, to it. But not much was eaten, as there had been
and I think we have neither," said Mrs. Peterkin. no dinner.
"A carpenter A carpenter! exclaimed the When the nine o'clock bell was heard, Agamem-
rest. non, Solomon John, and the little boys rushed to
It was decided that Mr. Peterkin, Solomon John the church, and found the carpenter.


They asked him to bring a ladder, axe and pick- That is why it is called a dumb waiter." Solo-
axe. As he felt it might be a case of fire, he mon John explained to the little boys.
brought also his fire-buckets. The dinner was put upon the table.
When the matter was explained to him, he went Mrs. Peterkin frugally suggested that they might
into the dining-room, looked into the dumb waiter, now keep it for next day, as to-day was almost
untwisted a cord, and arranged the weight, and gone, and they had had tea.
pulled up the dinner. But nobody listened. All sat down to the roast
There was a family shout, turkey; and Amanda warmed over the vegetables.
"The trouble was in the weight," said the car- Patient waiters are no losers," said Agamem-
penter. non.






BY M. M.

THE children were not at all surprised when Miss was n't much the matter with the eye-Minnie had
May said that she could make magic pictures. just stuck one corner of her geography into it, that
But their delight was past all expression when was all. Miss May assured her that it would n't
make any difference with the picture.
/ Sallie's round face was unusually serious. Per-
haps she was thinking of some of her experiences
in sitting for pictures. What could be harder for
Sallie than to sit perfectly still ? But she bright-
ened up when she found that Miss May had no

she told them that if they would come to her room
some day after school, she would make a picture
of each one, and, best of all, teach them how to do
it for themselves.
They came-ten of them-just as soon as lessons
were over, the very next day after the invitation


P \ queer-looking box standing on stilts to point at her,
nor any hateful pitch-fork in a frame, to threaten
: her with if she did n't hold her head just right.
Indeed, it all looked a great deal more like
magic, when they found that all that was needed in
Making the pictures was a bottle of very black ink,
a coarse pen, and some thick white paper.
"Now, children," said Miss May, you must
JONES. remember that these are magic pictures, and I
was given. Katie had a bandage over one eye, can't possibly tell whether they will be good like-
and was a little afraid it might spoil her picture, nesses or not; so do not expect too much. One
but she was n't going to stay away for that. There may look wonderfully like an oyster, another like

1874.1 MAGIC PICTURES. 521

a skeleton, and another like a velocipede; I don't The magic work went on rapidly after this, and
know." in a short time all the orders were filled.
"Oh! oh! oh! like an oyster! like a veloci- Maria Jones looked like an old Continental
soldier with his back turned and his legs very much
Sallie Scott had on a long Ulster overcoat, and
her hands in her pockets and a cane sticking up
from under her arm. If ybu looked at her closely,
you could see two gentlemen shaking hands in
front of her.
Billy Baker resembled an Irishman with short
trowsers, sitting down with two wide-brimmed hats
in his lap. He had very glaring eyes, a wide-
open mouth, ears like a rabbit, apd whiskers like
a cat.
But Ella Ferris had the most dreadful portrait.
She looked like a ferocious Jack-in-the-box who
had jumped up so often that he had nearly shaken
himself to pieces. Her toes were turned in, and
her heels needed darning.
When all the ten portraits had been taken, Miss
May told them that they now might make some
pictures for themselves. And so they set about it,

pede! like a skeleton! What is she going to do?"
cried the little people, excitedly.
Everything was ready now, and Miss May seated
herself at the little table. First, she prepared some
strips of white paper, about three inches wide, and
then dipping her pen into the ink, asked whose pic-
ture she should make first.
"Mine mine!" cried Katie, "because, you
know, I've got-a sick eye."
So, in consideration of Katie's misfortune, her
picture was made first.
Miss May wrote Katie's name very rapidly in
a heavy, coarse style through the centre of the
strip, shading the letters very freely, and never
minding if little points of ink, as big as a pin head,
were left here and there; then quickly folding the
paper exactly in the middle, she gave a little pat
with her finger about where the head ought to
be, a quick little downward rub where the arms
should come, and left the rest of the body to take
care of itself. Then she opened the paper. The
result was very comical. A droll sort of face could
be made out; the arms were stretched out, as if
Katie were making a speech, and two funny little
feet were turned straight up and seemed to be
hunting for the hands. The picture was received and had a grand time. They found no trouble in
with shouts of laughter, and the young art critics making the funniest kind of magic pictures, pro-
were not slow in expressing their opinions upon it. vided they had ink enough on their pens.




CHAPTER XXI. She's a great old woman for having people around
her, even now."
A LAST RESORT. Well," said Kate, she has a right to have
THE Board was fully agreed that something company if she wants to, and can afford it."
must be done to relieve Aunt Matilda's present "Yes," said Tom Selden; "but having corn-
necessities, but what to do did not seem very clear. pany's very different from having a lot of good-
Wilson Ogden proposed issuing some kind of for-nothing darkies eating her out of house and
scrip or bonds, redeemable in six or seven months, home."
when the company should be on a paying basis. She wont have anything of that sort," said
"I believe," said he, "that Mr. Darby would Harry. I'11 see that her money's spent right."
take these bonds at the store for groceries and But if it's her money," said Harvey, "she can
things, and we might pay him interest, besides re- spend it as she chooses."
deeming the bonds when they came due." A discussion here followed as to the kind of in-
This was rather a startling proposition. No one fluence that ought to be brought to bear upon
had suspected Wilson of having such a financial Aunt Matilda to induce her to make a judicious use
mind. of her income; but Harry soon interrupted the
I don't know," said Harry, how that would arguments, with the remark that they had better
work. Mr. Darby might not be willing to take the not bother themselves about what Aunt Matilda
bonds, and besides that, it seems to me that the should do with her money when she got it, until
company ought not to make any more promises to they had found out some way of preventing her
pay when it owes so much already." from starving to death while she was waiting for it.
I But you see that would be different," said Wil- This was evidently good common sense, but it
son. "What we owe now we ought to pay right put a damper on the spirits of the Board.
away. The bonds would not have to be paid for There was nothing new to be said on the main
ever so long." question, and it was now growing towards supper-
That may be pretty sharp reasoning," re- time; so the meeting adjourned.
marked Tom Selden, "but I can't see into it." On their way home, Harry said to Kate, Has
It would be all the same as running in debt for Aunt Matilda anything to eat at all ? "
Aunt Matilda, would n't it? asked Kate. Oh yes; she has enough for her supper to-
Yes," said Wilson, a kind of running in debt, night, and for breakfast, too, if nobody comes to
but not exactly the common way. You see see her. But that's all."
But if it's any kind at all, I 'm against it," said All right, then," said Harry.
Kate, quickly. We're not going to support Aunt I don't think it is all right," replied Kate.
Matilda that way." "What's two meals, I'd like to know ? "
This settled the matter. To be sure, Kate had Two meals are very good things, provided you
no vote in the Board; but this was a subject in don't take them both at once," said Harry. And
which she had what might be considered to have he began to whistle.
a controlling interest, and the bond project was The next day, Harry went off and staid until
dropped, dinner-time.
Various schemes were now proposed, but there Kate could not imagine where he had gone. He
were objections to all of them. Everyone was was not with the Board, she knew, for Harvey
agreed that it was very unfortunate that this emer- Davis had been inquiring for him.
agency should have arisen just at this time, because Just before dinner he made his appearance.
as soon as the company got into good working Kate was in the house, but he hurried her out
order, and the creek had been up a few times, it under the catalpa tree.
was probable that Aunt Matilda would really have Look here said he, putting his hand in his
more money than she would absolutely need. pocket and pulling out several "green-backs."
You ought to look out, Harry and Kate," said "I reckon that 'll keep Aunt Matilda until the
Harvey Davis, "that all the darkies she knows company begins to make money."
don't come and settle down on her and live off her. Kate opened her eyes their very widest.


Why, where on earth did you get all that : Don't want de letters ?" cried Miles, his eyes
money, Harry ? Is it yours ? and mouth wide open in astonishment. Why, I
Of course, it's mine," said Harry. I sold can't carry de letters ober no mor 'n I kin de tele-
my gun." grums."
Oh, Harry and the tears actually came into Well, neither can I," said Harry.
Kate's eyes. Den what's de use ob dat wire? exclaimed
"Well, I would n't cry about it," said Harry. Miles. I thought you uns ud send de letters an'
"There's nothing to shoot now; and when we all ober dat wire Dere's lots more letters dan
get rich I can buy it back again, or get another." telegrums."
Get rich said Kate. I don't see how we're I know that," said Harry, hurriedly; but we
going to do that; especially when it's such dread- can't send letters. Give me the telegraphic mes-
fully dry weather." sages, and you go back to the mines with the
letters, and if there 's anything in them that they
CHAPTER XXII. want to telegraph, let them write out the messages,
A QUANDARY. and you bring them over to Lewston's cabin."
Harry took the telegrams and old Miles rode off,
ABOUT a week after the meeting of the Board in very much disturbed in his mind. His confidence
the Davis corn-house, old Miles, the mail-rider, in the utility of the telegraph company was woe-
came galloping up to Mr. Loudon's front gate. fully shaken.
The family were at breakfast, but Harry and Kate By this time Harvey had arrived on a mule, and
jumped up and ran to the door, when they saw the two operators dashed away as fast as their
Miles coming, with his saddle-bags flapping behind animals would carry them.
him. No one had ever before seen Miles ride so As they galloped along, Harry shouted to Har-
fast. A slow trot, or rather a steady waddle, was vey, who kept ahead most of the time, for his
the pace that he generally preferred. mule was faster than Selim:
"Hello, Mah'sr Harry," shouted old Miles, "de Hello, Harvey If Miles could n't get across,
creek's up i Can't git across dar, no how ?" how can either of us go over? "
This glorious news for the Cropked Creek Tele- 0, 1 reckon the creek is n't much up yet,"
graph Company was, indeed, true There had answered Harvey. Miles is easily frightened."
been wet weather for several days, and although So, on they rode, hoping for the best; but when
the rain-fall had not been great in the level country they reached the creek they saw, to their dismay,
about Akeville, it had been very heavy up among that the water was much higher already than it
the hills; and the consequence was, that the usually rose in the summer-time. The low grounds
swollen hill-streams, or branches" as they are on each side were overflowed, and nothing could
called in that part of the country, had rushed down be seen of the bridge but the tops of two upright
and made Crooked Creek rise in a hurry. It timbers near its middle.
seemed to be always ready to rise in this way, It was certainly very unfortunate that both the
whenever it had a chance, operators were on the same side of the stream !
Now the company could go to work! Now it "This is a pretty piece of business," cried
could show the world, or as much of the world as Harry. I did n't expect the creek to get up so
chose to take notice, the advantages of having a quickly as this. I was down here yesterday, and
telegraph line across a creek in time of freshets. it had n't risen at all. I tell you, Harvey, you
Harry was all alive with excitement. He sent ought to live on the other side."
for Harvey Davis, and had old Selim saddled as Or else you ought," said Harvey.
quickly as possible. "No," said Harry; this is my station."
H'yars de letters and telegrums, Mah'sr Harry," Harvey had no answer ready for this, but as they
said Miles, unlocking his saddle-bags and taking were hurriedly fastening Selim and the mule to
out a bundle of letters and some telegrams, written trees near Lewston's cabin, he said:
on the regular telegraphic blanks and tied up in a Perhaps Mr. Lyons may come down and work
little package. the other end of the line."
As the mail was a private one, and old Miles was He can't get off," said Harry. "He has his own
known to be perfectly honest, he carried the key office to attend to. And, besides, that would n't
and attended personally to the locking and unlock- do. We must work our own line, especially at
ing of his saddle-bags. the very beginning. It would look nice,-now,
But. 1 don't want the letters, Miles," said would n't it?-to wait until Mr. Lyons could come
Harry. I've nothing to do with them. Give over from Hetertown before we could commence
me the telegrams, and I'll send them across." operations "


Well, what can we do? asked Harvey. "You 're a trump, Lewston," said Harry.
Why, one of us must get across, somehow." "Pole her down opposite your house, and then
I don't see how it's going to be done," said one of us will go over. Why don't you go out
Harvey, as they ran down to the edge of the water. further? You can't get along half as fast in here
" I reckon we 'll have to holler our messages across, by the trees and hummocks as you could in deeper
as Tony said; only there is n't anybody to holler to." water."
I don't know how it's to be done either," said "You don't ketch me out dar in dat running'
Harry; but one of us must get over, some way water," said Lewston. I 'd be in the middle afore
or other." I knowed it, and dis pole 's pooty short."
Could n't we wade to the bridge," asked Har- "Well, come along as fast as you can," cried
vey, and then walk over on it? I don't believe Harry, and I 'll run down to your house and get
it's more than up to our waists on the bridge." your axe to cut a longer pole."
You don't know how deep it is," said Harry; By the time Harry had found a tall young sapling
" and when you get to the bridge, ten to one more and had cut it down and trimmed it off, Lewston
than half the planks have been floated off, and arrived with the boat.
you 'd go slump to the bottom of the creek before
you knew it. There 's no way but to get a boat."
I don't know where you're going to find one," CHAPTER XXIII.
said Harvey. "There's a boat up at the mill- CROSSING THE CREEK.
pond, but you could n't get it out and down here in
much less than a day." "Now, then," said Harry, "here's the boat
"John Walker has his boat afloat again," said and a good pole, and you've nothing to do, Har-
Harry, but that's over on the other side. What vey, but just to get in and push yourself over to
a nuisance it is that there is n't anybody over there! your station as fast as you can."
If we did n't want 'em, there'd be about sixty or But the situation did not seem to strike Harvey
seventy darkies hanging about here now." very favorably. He looked rather dissatisfied with
O, no! said Harvey, not so many as that; the arrangement made for him.
not over forty-seven." I can't swim," he said. At least, not much,
I 'm going over to Lewston's. Perhaps he you know."
knows of a boat," said Harry, and away he ran. Well, who wants you to swim? said Harry,
But Lewston was not in his cabin, and so Harry laughing. "That's a pretty joke. Are you think-
hurried along a road in the woods that led by an- ing of swimming across and towing, the boat after
other negro cabin about a half-mile away, thinking you? You can push her over easy enough; that
that the old man had gone oft in that direction, pole will reach the bottom anywhere."
Every minute or two he shouted at the top of his "Dat's so," said old Lewston. "It'll touch de
voice, "0, Lewston bottom ob de water, but I don't know 'bout de
Very soon he heard some one shouting in reply, bottom ob de mud. Ye must n't push her down
and he recognized Lewston's voice. It seemed to too deep. Dar's 'bout as much mud as water out
come from the creek. dar in de creek."
Thereupon, Harry made his way through the The more they talked about the matter, the
trees and soon caught sight of the old colored man. greater became Harvey's disinclination to go over.
He was in a boat, poling his way along in the shal- He was not a coward, but he was not used to the
low water as close to dry land as the woods allowed water or the management of a boat, and the trip
him, and sometimes, where the trees were wide seemed much more difficult to him than it would
apart, sending the boat right between some of have appeared to a boy accustomed to boating.
their tall trunks. I tell you what we '11 do," cried Harry, at last.
"Hello, Lewston," cried Harry, running as near You take my station, Harvey, and I 'll go over
as he could go without getting his shoes wet, for and work your end of the line."
the water ran up quite a distance among the trees There was no opposition to this plan, and so
in some places. "What are you about? Where Harry hurried off with Harvey to Lewston's cabin
did you get that boat ? I want a boat." and helped him to make the connections and get
"Dat's jist what I thought, Mah'sr Harry," said the line in working order at that end, and then he
Lewston, still poling away as hard as he could. ran down to the boat, jumped in, and Lewston
"I know de compuny'd want to git ober de creek, pushed him off.
an' I jist went up to Hiram Anderson's and bor- Harry poled the boat along quite easily through
rowed his ole boat. Ise been a-bailing her out all the shallow water, and when he got further out he
de morning. found that he proceeded with still greater ease, only


he did not go straight across, but went a little too the mud, the current was so strong; but he suc-
much down stream. ceeded at last, by pushing it out in front of him, in
But he pushed out strongly towards the opposite forcing it into the bottom ; and then, in a moment,
shore, and soon reached the middle of the creek, it was jerked out of his hand, as the boat swept on,
Then he began to go down stream very fast indeed, and, a second time, he came near tumbling over-
Push and pole as he would, he seemed to have np board.
control whatever over the boat. He had had no Now he was helpless. No, there was the short
idea that the current would be so strong. pole that Lewston had left in the boat.
On he went, right down towards the bridge, and He picked it up, but he could do nothing with

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as the boat swept over it, one end struck an upright it. If it had been an oar, now, it might have been
beam that projected above the water, and the of some use. He tried to pull up the seat, but it
clumsy craft was jerked around with such violence was nailed fast.
that Harry nearly tumbled into the creek. On he rapidly floated, down the middle of the
He heard Lewston and Harvey shouting to him, stream; the boat sometimes sidewise, sometimes
but he paid no attention to them. He was work- with one end foremost, and sometimes the other.
ing with all his strength to get the boat out of the Very soon he lost sight of Lewston and Harvey,
current and into shallower water. But as he found and the last he saw of them they were hurrying by
that he was not able to do that, he made desperate the edge of the water, in the woods. Now he sat
efforts to stop the boat by thrusting his pole into down, and looked about him. The creek appeared
the bottom. It was not easy to get the pole into to be getting wider and wider, and he thought that


if he went on at that rate he must soon come to the the cabin and looked out over the creek. Then
river. The country seemed unfamiliar to him. three colored children came tumbling out and they
He had never seen it, from the water, when itwas looked out over the creek.
overflowed in this way. Then Harry shouted again, and the woman saw
He passed a wide stretch of cultivated fields, him.
mostly planted in tobacco, but he could not recol- Hello, dar! she cried, Who's dat ?"
lect what farmer had tobacco down by the creek It's me! Harry Loudon."
this year. There were some men at work on a Harry Loudon? shouted the woman, running
piece of rising ground, but they were a long way down to the edge of the water. Mah'sr John
off. Still, Harry shouted to them, but they did not Loudon's son Harry ? What you doin' dar? Is
appear to hear him. you fishing' ? "
Then he passed on among the trees again, bump- "Fishing! cried Harry. "No! I want to
ing against stumps, turning and twisting, but al- get ashore. Have you a boat ? "
ways keeping out in the middle of the current. A boat! Lors a massy I got no boat, Mah'sr
He began to be very uneasy, especially as he now Harry. How did ye git dar? "
saw what he had not noticed before, that the boat O, I got adrift, and my boat's gone Is n't
was leaking badly, there any man about? "
He made up his mind that he must do something No man about here," said the woman. My
soon, even if he had to take off his clothes and ole man's gone off to de railroad. But he'll be
jump in and try to swim to shore. But this, he back dis evening. "
was well aware, would be hard work in such a cur- I can't wait here till he comes," cried Harry.
rent. Have n't you a rope and some boards to make a
Looking hurriedly around, he saw, a short dis- raft ? "
tance before him, a tree that appeared to stand al- Lor', no Mah'sr Harry. I got no boards."
most in the middle of the creek, with its lower Tell ye what ye do, dar," shouted the biggest
branches not very high above the water. The boy, a woolly-headed urchin, with nothing on but a
main current swirled around this tree, and the boat big pair of trowsers that came up under his arms
was floating directly towards it. and were fastened over his shoulders by two bits of
Harry's mind was made up in an instant. He string, "jist you come on dis side and jump down,
stood up on the seat, and as the boat passed under an' slosh ashore."
the tree he seized the lowest branch. It 's too deep," cried Harry.
In a moment the boat was jerked from under his No, 't aint," said the boy. I sloshed out to
feet, and he hung suspended over the rushing dat tree dis morning. "
water. You did, you Pomp!" cried his mother. "Oh!
He gripped the branch with all his strength, and I '11 lick ye fur dat, when I git a hold of ye !"
giving his legs a swing, got his feet over it. Then, Did you, really ?" cried Harry.
after two or three attempts, he managed to draw Yes, I did," shouted the undaunted Pomp.
himself up and get first one leg and then his whole I sloshed out dar an' back agin."
body over the branch. Then he sat up and "But the water's higher now," said Harry.
shuffled along to the trunk, against which he leaned "No, 'taint," said the woman. "'T aint riz
with one arm around it, all in a perspiration, and much dis morning Done all de risin' las' night.
trembling with the exertion and excitement. Dat tree's jist on de edge of de creek bank. If
When he had rested awhile, he stood up on the Pomp could git along dar, you kin, Mah'sr Harry!
limb and looked towards the land. There, to his Did ye go out dar, sure nuff, you Pomp?. Mind,
joy, he saw, at a little distance, a small log-house, if ye did n't, I '11 lick ye !"
and there was some one living in it, for he saw "Yes, I did," said Pomp; "clar out dar an'
smoke coming from the log and mud chimney that back agin."
was built up against one end of the cabin. Then, I '11 try it," cried Harry; and clamber-
Harry gave a great shout, and then another, and ing around the trunk of the tree, he jumped off as
another, and presently a negro woman came out of far as he could towards shore.
(To be continued.)

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THE amusements in which boys and girls may at the end of a year. Valuable books have been
indulge are numerous and varied, and every season written and important inventions made in the in-
-spring, summer, autumn and winter-has its tervals of business. To facilitate study and econ-
special games. But most persons enjoy an occa- omize time, the instrument should be kept where
sional change; and any new toy or play, especially it may be readily taken up or laid aside at a mo-
one suited for all times, is apt to be welcome. The ment's notice.
microscope, for magnifying very small objects, is It is not necessary to have a very costly micro-
not a new instrument; but its use, no doubt, would scope. One of moderate price and power is good
be new to many of our readers; and if once intro- enough for most purposes. Larger and more com-
duced to our young friends' notice, they would find plicated ones are only occasionally used, when we
it one of the most enjoyable and instructive of pas- wish to magnify any object very highly. A $5 or
times. $o1 one, magnifying from 50 to 200 times, is suf-
This is one of those pleasures which can be fol- ficient for a beginner; or at most a $50 instrument,
lowed at all times and anywhere; for example, enlarging from 400 to 500 diameters. But you
when darkness, or bad weather, or sickness keeps may get cheaper ones of less power, or more costly
you indoors, and in town or country, at the sea-side and magnificent ones, magnifying from iooo to
or at sea. You also can take it up and put it aside 2000 times. You can have an American, English,
as easily as any other amusement; and so enticing French, or German instrument. American micro-
is it, that what you first indulge in as pastime, may scopes are probably as good as any, and may be
at last become an earnest study. Even if you do procured of several makers in New York.
not carry it so far, however, mere amateur work, The magnifying power of the microscope lies in
for the sake of the many beautiful structures it its lenses. These are small pieces of crown or flint
reveals, will be sufficiently alluring to keep up a glass of different shapes,-flat, convex, or concave,
life-long interest. And the deeper you thereby chiefly of the former two. They are named accord-
dive into the mysteries of creation, the more you ing to their shape, thus:
will marvel at the design, adaptation and
perfection of the works of the Creator.
Beginners, however, are apt to be
afraid of microscopic work. The instru-
ment itself frightens some. But its racks,
screws and lenses, though delicate, are
no more likely to be broken or disordered,
by careful handling, than are the works
of a clock. The difficult sciences, and
the long Latin arid Greek names often simple. Concavo. Double Pano- Double Plano.
SConvex C oncave, concave. convex. convex.
given to objects, frighten others. But DIFFERENT FORMS OF LENSES.
you will soon, and with little (if any)
study, become familiar with as many of these as it These refract-that is, bend and magnify-the
is necessary to know. All scientists, both profes- image of the object looked at. You will learn how
sional and amateur, were once beginners like your- they do this when you study optics, if you have
selves, as ignorant of this pursuit, and perhaps as not already begun to study it. When only
little self-reliant, one lens is used, it is called a simple microscope,
A few lessons will usually make a beginner like the ordinary photograph magnifier. Micro-
sufficiently expert, and show him that there is scopes of this kind, made of rock crystal, were
nothing mysterious in the microscope, or difficult probably known to the Greeks, Romans, and,
in the mode of handling it. Frequent use will perhaps, Assyrians. Those with more than one
make an adept. If once interested, the constant lens are called compound microscopes. These
succession of marvels it unfolds to view will prompt were first invented by the Dutch, about 280 years
to further search. Remember, young friends, half- ago, but were of an unwieldy form, being sometimes
an-hour sc employed daily will make a large total six feet long. For various reasons, the microscope


was not much used until within the past thirty eye, like that shown in the sketch. Others have
years. Since then, however, it has been much em- two convergent tubes, to use with both eyes, and
played, both by scientists and physicians. Smaller are called binocular.
and far more perfect instruments are now made; You will usually find the eye and object glasses
and it would be impossible, in this brief space, to of modern microscopes marked to indicate their
different magnifying powers. If you wish to ascer-
tain the exact size of any object, however, you must
use a micrometer, which is merely a slip of glass
divided into minute squares, each in-
,. 7 Eye-glass. dicating one-thousandth of an inch. A
4s- Magnified image. pair of small scissors, a dissecting-knife,
Field-glass. and one or two wooden-handled needles,
are usually found with every micro-
scope; also thin slips of glass for making
preparations, and Canada balsam for
gluing them together. A Valentine or
Quekett knife, for making very thin
Bul.... s-eye, .. cuttings of objects, is necessary for ad-
denser, vanced students.
X Having found an object for examina-
CI^ tion, it should be laid on a slip of trans-
"C. i Object-glass. parent glass; if dry, alone,-if moist,
Stage and object immersed in fresh or salt water, or
.Diaphragm. glycerine. The slip is then put on the
stage under the object-glass. If the ob-
..--' ject be transparent, a strong light is
Tsent through to illuminate it, by a small
mirror called the reflector. If non-
... Reflector transparent, light is thrown on it from
I- above by a bull's-eye condenser. The
diaphragm, with different sized holes, is used to cut
-_ .off the light if too much is sent upwards by the re-
i, flector. Both to preserve the eye of the observer,
-" I"., and for perfect illumination, a good light, and es-
pecially a white one, is indispensable, either from
S. a window or lamp. If the object be not in view
THE MICROSCOPE AND ITS PARTS. when you look through the instrument, or if it
appear hazy, the rack behind will raise or depress
tell you how much they have added to our knowl- the tube until it becomes clear.
edge, both of natural history and disease. A few failures must not discourage you, as all
I shall now suppose that you have an ordinary beginners, and even advanced students, have them.
compound microscope, like that in the accompany- A little practice will soon make you perfect in the
ing sketch. You will observe the lens next the various details of the instrument: and having fairly
object to be magnified. That is called the object- mastered it, you may pursue your studies either in
glass. That next the observer's eye is called the the animal, the vegetable, or the mineral world.
eye-glass. In the better kinds of microscope, both The air, the earth and the ocean, all furnish an
the eye and object glasses consist of several lenses, abundant supply of objects for microscopic work.
arranged so as to have the same effect as one. Circumstances and individual taste will decide what
When you look at an object through the micro- direction your investigations may take. One may
scope, you see an inverted likeness of it. It is the prefer to look at plant, another at animal life; a
object-glass which thus turns it upside down, and third at mineral crystals, and so on. It would be
it is the eye-glass which magnifies, as, again, optics impossible in the present article to give illustrations
will explain, of all of these. Our present object is to show how
Between these two, and at the lower part of the easy it is to use the microscope; and also how many
eye-piece, there is usually another lens, called the interesting and beautiful objects can be everywhere
field-glass, which enlarges the field of view. Most had for examination. This may interest you in it,
microscopes are monocular,-that is, made for one and in the different'domains of nature explored by


its aid. To do this, I shall confine myself to one -for example, the huge Greenland whale. You
department of natural history, and take my exam- may catch them in a common ship's bucket
ples from one seldom chosen for illustration, viz., the or pannikin, but better by a towing-net. This you
minute animals of the sea. You may sometimes can easily make of bunting,-that is flag-cloth,-
find specimens of this kind at the sea-side, but or of gauze, cut bag-shape, open at one end, and
more easily and abundantly far out in mid-ocean, there hooped or half-hooped with wood. This
None of you can tell in what part of the globe your filters the surface-water as the ship glides slowly
lot may yet be cast. Some may have to take long along, and is best used when the wind is light. In
voyages,-may have done so already, and know half-an-hour you may thus get more specimens
how tiresome life on. shipboard is, and how glad than you can examine in a day. To keep them
one is of anything to pass the time and relieve alive, empty the net gently into a basinful of salt
the monotony which succeeds the novelty of the water. The picture below will show you how the
first few days. If you have a small microscope, towing-net is worked.
you will find it an endless source of amusement. You will soon notice several peculiarities regard-
You have plenty of spare time, and nowhere can ing these creatures. Many float in shoals, some-
you find more suitable objects or better opportuni- times in such numbers as to color the surface of
ties for this ennobling pursuit. the sea. You can catch them best at night and in
Every boy and girl knows that our sea-coasts are calm weather, because by day, especially in rough
crowded with fish and other water-animals. But weather, they sink below the surface to avoid the
many fancy that, like the air, the sea contains little glare and heat of the sun and the buffeting of the
life far out in mid-ocean, where you only occasion- waves. Day is their period of repose, and night
ally see Mother Carey's chickens and other ocean- that of activity,-their chief feeding and breathing
birds, chiefly of the petrel tribe, or a school of time. Again, they are most abundant in warm
dolphins gamboling round the ship, or, perhaps, an currents of water. Maury was the first to lay stress
ugly and ominous shark following in her track. If on this, and to call the tropics their birthplace.
you throw a piece of broken plate overboard, you And you will also notice how much of the phos-
can see it gleaming for many a fathom as it zig-zags phorescence of the sea is caused by them, especially
down towards the bottom.
But you may have noticed
nothing else in the clear --
blue water. You may have ..- --- --.
wondered what caused the
nightly star-like sparkling -- -- r. ---- --
in the sea, and the silvery
appearance in the ship's -a- -
wake; and, perhaps, asked ,h -
on what the petrels and -
other ocean-birds fed, and
why they skimmed the sur-
face of the sea. If you get -
closer, however, than the
ship's deck, -say in a boat,
-or if you haul up a buck-
etful of sea-water, these -
mysteries will be explained. I--
The sea is not thinly but ,
very densely inhabited, and ---
everywhere, especially near THE TOWING-NET.
its surface, crowded with
tiny animals, sometimes so transparent as to be by the shrimp-like and jelly-like ones. You can-
scarcely, if at all, visible to the naked eye, and not see them by day, but you can after dusk, when
often so minute as to require a microscope to dis- they light up the ocean with their tiny lamps.
tinguish them. The larger fish tribes, familiar to Minute crustaceans,--that is, animals of the
you, exist in great numbers, but these in myriads. shrimp tribe,-often as small as a pin-point, are
It is these which chiefly cause the phosphorescence the commonest of them all. They are the first
of the sea, and it is on them that the ocean-birds you will notice, as they curve and dart about side-
feed, and even some of the largest marine animals wise so fast that you can scarcely catch them.


Nothing can be prettier under the microscope than Curious minute and very delicate-shelled animals
their transparent bodies, in which you can see the are equally numerous, such as the Criseis, Lima-
heart beating and blood flowing; watch them cina, Atalanta, Spirialis, Hyalea, shown in the
cut at the bottom of the
page. You will also admire
.. much the larger lantkina,
/ -- -.~ or sea-snail, a violet-colored
S shell of rare delicacy and
beauty, once highly prized
i' (, -- ~~b', y shell-collectors. It is
often larger than in the cut
on the next page; and its
./ .7 --- '' H eggs and egg-bags are at-
l 'tached to the under surface
E, 1 of the peculiar float which
S "IG buoys the animal on the
S'-. surface of the ocean, and
prevents the weight of its
._.__ _body and shell from sink-
K ing. With your microscope
S // '- you can watch their growth,
/ first as simple soft round
cells (A), then as tiny shells
(B), which get larger in the
breathing and eating, or trace their nervous sys- older egg-pouches (c), and then escape when large
teams, beautifully-jointed shells, and curious, many- enough to look after themselves.
lensed, compound eyes. You cannot conceive These, you must remember, are only a few of
how gorgeously some are colored. No mortal can the thousands of tiny creatures which inhabit the
tint so delicately; and as you gaze, you will be ocean, especially near its surface. I might go on
forcibly reminded of the truth of the poet's lines,- to tell you of many others equally curious ; for ex-
"Who can paint like nature? ample, of the bladder-like Physalis, or Portuguese
Or can imagination boast, amid its gay creations, hues like hers?" man-of-war, and the Velella and Porfita, which
I shall not tax your memory with many long names. float on the top of the water, driven about by the
The examples given in
e e g i Atalanta. Hyalea Tridentata. Hyalea.
the cut above are chiefly A i Tdata. Hyale
from the Pacific ocean, -
but they are as abun- f'- "
dant in the Atlantic.,
The small speck along- __
side each shows their .
natural size; and, if you cise Criseis.
choose, you can enlarge
them much more than T; -
here shown. Saffhi- -' '
ria emm (B) is ina ema (B) is tinted a spii
with all the colors of the Laci.
rainbow; and Cligus" -
(c) is of a rich brown.
Fig. K is a long, slender -.-
animal, which you sel-
dom catch alive, possi-
bly because it is easily '
injured in the net. Fig. Cleadora.
G, of a bright blue, has
a curious, curved pro-
boscis, as long as itself; and Fig. E has curved, winds and waves; of the Velia, which runs about
lobster-like claws, and a nimble, flexible body. on the surface dry-shod, and dives below at will;


of the Clio, Glaucus, Sagitta annelids, and many in a vial partially filled with diluted alcohol.
others. Every haul of the towing-net will bring But those of you who cannot take sea-voyages
up something new to you, with more brilliant need not despair. There are just as wonderful
coloring, more singular shape, or more delicate things to be found on dry land, and in the little
formation. And every new current or ocean you streams and ponds that are accessible to almost all

Float. Shell and Animal.

A.-First Stage. B.-Second Stage. C.-Third Stage.
_' 1 ,, ,

A.--Fust Stage. B.--Second Stage. C.--Third Stage,

enter will disclose fresh ones, till you become fairly of you, as in the mighty deep. You can wander
astounded with their number and variety. in the fields, as other naturalists have done before
If you can, let me advise you to sketch and you; and so long as there are ferns or flowers or
color what you see, as a souvenir of the voyage butterflies, there will be something for your lenses.
or sea-side visit. Or if you wish to preserve some You can use your hand-microscopes in the field,
specimens for further examination at home, you and take many of your specimens home to be ex-
may do so, especially the crustaceans and shells, amined with more elaborate instruments.

i ',i ,'" .' i \





i ',, '/ Awake from his hair all a-tumble
Si ;i.' To the tips of his springing toes,
; I Into his clothes he dances,
-I And down to his breakfast goes.

..-- ,-- -- Then out with his little barrow,
.iL", az- And where, oh where is his spade?
S' -To-day his corn must be planted,
SAnd all of his garden made.

BRIGHT in the early morning
His brown eyes open wide,. ,
And there's never a wink more slumber .' .
To be thought of at his side. .

:' .'-_- "t

I' i "'- "' -

Don't speak to him,-proud young farmer,
I-, -=

Half lost in his big straw hat;
; If you dare to suggest an errand,
Not a minute has he for that!

.Ten minutes, and "Where is my hammer
-And nails ?-drate big uns," he calls.
S B i ii Lo his garden is turned to a cellar,
S ''' And now he must put up his walls !

874.1] FOUR YEARS OLD. 533

'. Please, Hugh, let me be driver;
SI'll keep right here by the side."
So, whip on his shoulder, he marches
With more than a soldier's pride.

....S _, Now back, calling, Mamma, mamma,
Here's a 'tunnin' hop-stool for you;
'T was growing close up by the fountain,-
Oh dear! now what shall I do?

O hY"n-"I" in. a buernw.;- it,
What, you, my brave young farmer? --.-
"Oh no, I'm a builder now. -- J
I build big barns and houses;
Come out and I'll show you how."

Soon, starting, he hears the oxen \
Dragging the big hay-cart;
And, houses and barns forgotten, \
Away he flees like a dart.'


Why, there is my fast, wild Rollo,-
~~--, hoa! who'll have a ride with me?
-. -x This small one's my work-horse, 'Daisy;
/\ -..'- He's steady and old, you see."
;-..._ ,:i

So, hour after hour, through the daytime,
He works and plays with a will;
The brown little hands always busy,
__/ I SThe quick little feet never still,

VOL. I.-35.




Until, when at last the evening I hear-as gentle and tender
Drops down like a soothing chime, As the cooing good-night of birds.
A tired little voice comes calling,
"Please, is n't it story-time?" And he, the bright eyes half-closing,
With kisses on cheek and brow,
Then, two dear arms, all caressing, Says softly, Good-night I love you !
Are round me, and sweet, low words I 'm only your little boy now."


Author of the Yack Hazard" Stories.

CHAPTER XXI. tended to be reading at his ease, while he was, in
fact, suffering from terrible anxiety and suspense.
At length, the letter finished, the bookseller
JACK returned to his files of old newspapers, and lifted the lid of his desk, and took out the package
George went to call on a bookseller in Nassau of manuscripts.
street, with whom he had left his bundle of manu- I am sorry," he began, and hesitated, turning
scripts the day before. over the leaves of the manuscripts. George nerved
He was a kind-hearted man, who had been so himself to bear his fate and look calm. "Sorry I
much interested in George's appearance that, with- can't say of these things what you would like to have
out entertaining much hope of being able to make me say," the bookseller added, kindly. But you
a paying book out of the mass of verses submitted are young yet. It would be very remarkable, in-
to him, he had consented to examine them, from deed, if you could produce a volume of poems
mere good will. which the public would care to buy and read. Five
He was writing a letter at a desk in the back part years from now you will thank me more for not
of his store, when the tall young poet reappeared. printing these verses than you would now for print-
Having motioned him to a chair, he continued ing them."
writing. George took up a newspaper, and pre- George managed to shape his features into a

1874. FAST FRIENDS. 535

sickly smile, and replied with an effort, I dare say and every stroke tells. You make us see the pic-
you find them mere trifles." ture, for you saw it clearly and strongly yourself.
Well,-yes,-and no," said the man of books, We hear the old bell tolling in the belfry. We see
who appeared anxious to temper the wind of his the tall and gaunt old bell-ringer in the porch be-
criticism to the shorn lamb who shiveringly awaited low. The wagons driving up to the meeting-house
it. There 's merit in some of the verses, but steps; the country people, a little stiff in their best
they have nearly all one great fault-there is too clothes, and with their grave Sunday faces, passing
great facility of versification." down the aisle, and entering the pews; the good
I-I was not aware," George ventured to reply, old minister, and the sermon, which seems so long
"that one could have too great facility of versifi- to the little boys on the hard seats; the singing of
cation, if one versifies at all." the choir; the birds singing outside;-why, you
"What I mean is this: Your language glides make us see and feel everything, even to the doves
along too easily. You hurry on after your rhymes that alight on the window-sill, and the bad boys
and fancies,-you go skipping and dancing like a trading jack-knives in the wagons under the sheds.
brook, from pebble to pebble,- all pretty and You did not run so much to pretty fancies in this,
musical, but there is no great depth. A little of because you were so full of the subject. You were
that sort of thing is agreeable, but you give us too at home in 'The Old Meeting-House,' but not in
much of it. We grow weary; we want less music, 'Golboda: a Romance of the African Coast.'
and more meaning." 'T is a poem,-a little loose in some of the lines,
I think I see your objection," confessed poor here and there,-but still a poem. If you had
George, who immediately began to regard his po- worked a week at it, instead of a few hours, as you
etical compositions as a mass of wordy and empty probably did, you would have made something
rubbish. striking and excellent."
The bookseller, looking as if it gave him quite as You really think, then," said George, with re-
much pain to say what he did as it gave George to kindling hope, "that I have some-talent?"
hear him, went on. "A great deal," replied the bookseller, cordially.
Nearly everything here, that I have had time "And that I can hope to-to earn something
to look at, reminds me of either Scott or Byron, with my pen?"
with here and there a touch of Burns. I venture That is another thing. Poetry-even good
to say these are your three favorite poets." poetry-is n't a commodity that it pays very well
George admitted that they were. for anybody to write. A few poets have received
"Now, what you need, is to read other poets, or large sums for their verses, but they are the rare
none at all, for a little while. Don't give us any exceptions. Hundreds fail where a single one suc-
more feeble echoes of anybody. Put a curb on ceeds. No, my dear sir, don't think of relying
your too lively fancy. Condense-condense-con- upon poetry for a livelihood."
dense. Prune-prune-prune. Go deeper into I have sometimes written a little prose,-es-
the subjects you write upon; think more of the says, stories," faltered George. And he timidly
substance, and less of the fluency of your lines, took "The Mohawk Spy". from his pocket.
Now, here is one little thing." And the bookseller "This is more like what the newspapers and
drew out apiece, entitled "The Old Meeting- magazines are willing to pay money for," said the
House," from amid the Fugitive Leaves." bookseller, glancing at the manuscript.
"I never thought much of that," said George. He read a passage here and there. George
"A homely subject,-I don't know why I left it watched him with an anxiety so keen that it was
with the rest." almost anguish. Of this man's good will and sound
I dare say, you think it the poorest piece of all." judgment he was so thoroughly convinced, that it
I am sure it is." seemed to him almost as if his life depended on the
And yet, I think you felt a secret pleasure in sentence about to fall from his lips.
writing it." "I take it, you are a stranger in the city," re-
"Perhaps I did,-yes," said George, there was marked the bookseller.
something about it pleasing to me; but I never "A perfect stranger."
fancied it would please anybody else very much." "And you have not an abundant supply of
That," said the bookseller, with a smile, is a means ? "
poem." George was prompted to reply that he and his
"You think so !" cried George, with a look of friend had a shilling between them, earned by
astonishment. carrying a trunk; but his characteristic diffidence
"It is the one original piece in the lot. You -or shall we call it false shame ?-checked the
were writing of what you knew something about, confession.


"I am dependent on my own exertions for my have the mercantile part of the transaction under-
bread," was his more elegant way of putting it. stood at once.
"And you have no other employment, except My magazine is a new thing-hardly established
writing? yet, and I can't afford the prices now, which I
"None." mean to pay by-and-by. I pay a dollar a page,
But there is nobody dependent on you for a when the article is published. I hope this arrange-
support? That is fortunate. I see that the pur- ment will suit you, and that your articles will suit
suit of literature, in some form, is a passion with the magazine."
you; and it would be useless for me to attempt to George, glad of the prospect of any pay in the
dissuade you from it. If you are virtuous and fru- future, expressed himself satisfied, and went home,
gal and hardy and heroic, there is hope of your feeling-as he said to Jack afterwards-like a youth
final success. Meanwhile, you must be prepared who had gone out in search of a castle in the air,
to encounter slights, disappointments, privations, and found himself at night only too happy to lay
No matter how hard your bed and how bitter your his head in a hut.
crust: a soldier of fortune can sleep beneath the
stars. But, if at any time you suspect that money CHAPTER XXII.
is sweeter than the Muse,--if you prefer luxurious
habits to a life of patient and prudent industry,-
then say good-by to the pen, and try almost any GEORGE was indeed so much encouraged by
other occupation." the prospect of gaining a subsistence with his
In George's eyes shone bright tears, as he re- pen, that he quite abandoned the idea of earning
plied, in tones thrilling with a fine enthusiasm, more shillings by carrying trunks, or of playing
" Give me literature and daily bread, before honors, the flute to Jack's dancing, at some of the great
riches, everything! That's my choice." hotels.
"Then I say, God speed you!" replied the "Wait, at all events, till I hear from my manu-
bookseller, with a sympathetic glimmer in his own script to-morrow," he urged.
eyes. Meanwhile, don't be afraid of turning your "But you don't expect to get pay for it to-
hand to any other occupation, however humble, to morrow," Jack argued. "The week is slipping
earn the necessary bread, till you have gained a away, another board bill will be due Saturday even-
foothold in literature." ing, and how are we going to meet it? "
I have made up my mind to that," said George, If I can get one piece accepted, that will make
whose heart, so lately despairing, was now fired an opening for me elsewhere, and the money will
with heroic resolution, begin to come in."
Come with me," then said the bookseller, put- "Yes, to you, perhaps, but not to me. What
ting on his hat. am I going to do ? "
George followed, wonderingly, as this new, wise If I earn anything, it will be the same as if you
and kind friend conducted him a short distance earned it, you know," said George.
down the street, and then up two flights of office I don't know! exclaimed Jack. I must be
stairs, to a door, on which were lettered the words, doing something to pay my way, till I get through
so charming to the young poet's fancy: with my business here. I don't yet give that up.
When I do, then I give up New York, too, and
UPTON'S LITERARY MAGAZINE.--EDITOR'S ROOM. work my passage on the boats straight back to Mr.
Mr. Upton was in,-a fleshy young man, of a Chatford's. But I sha' n't run in debt, in the
rather dashy appearance,-and George was intro- meanwhile, if I can help it-not even to you,
duced, with a kind word from the bookseller, who George, generous as you are! And you may be
then withdrew. counting chickens that will never be hatched,"
"I will read your manuscript to-night," said the- Jack added, with a rather desolate smile.
editor. (It was "The Mohawk Spy," which "They '11 be hatched sometime," cried George,
George had placed in his hands.) "I hope it is confidently.
a good story; for I am in want of a few first- He went to the attic door to answer a rap.
rate, capital stories-something out of the beaten A servant-girl handed in a note, which, she said,
track." a boy had just left at the door for the young
George said he hoped he might have the pleasure gentleman."
of writing a few such for him; since, if the maga- "For me?" said George, eagerly, thinking it
zine needed the articles, he needed the pay for must be from some editor he had called on, and
them still more. He remembered his experience that it contained tidings of fortune. But the note
with the Wyestern Empire, and thought it best to was addressed to Jack.

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Greatly surprised, Jack opened it, and read as terrific noise of stamping and hooting and whist-
follows: ling from youthful spectators, who found it neces-
BOWERR HALL, Tuesday P. i. s
DEAR SIR: Call and See me this Evening. My Triangle is sick, sary thus to give vent to their excessive vitality
and I have a Magnificent Idea.-Resp'lly, while waiting for the performance to begin. A
P LucIus FITZ MINGLE, rattling piano, which did service in place of orches-
ieo Colored Arist Tr tra, struggled heroically against the overwhelming
His triangle sick!" cried Jack. Who ever torrent of confused noises, and sometimes went
heard of a sick triangle ?" down with a faint tinkle scarcely heard amid the
"It can't be triangle said George, taking the breakers, and sometimes rode triumphantly on a
letter. "It is, though!" And for awhile both lull.
boys were as much puzzled as if Fitz Dingle had At length the curtain rose, discovering the min-
gravely informed them that his rhomboid had the strels seated in a semicircle fronting the audience.
measles, or his hypothenuse was down with a fever. Their faces were very black, their shirt-collars very
"I have it George suddenly exclaimed. "A large and very white, and their coats and trowscrs
triangle is a kind of musical instrument." all much too long or much too short, or designed
"So it is! laughed Jack. "And he means in some other way to produce a burlesque effect.
the member of his troupe who plays it. I 'm not These artists were five in number, and each was
glad," he added, gleefully, "that a triangle, or any provided with some instrument of music. There
other geometrical figure, should be laid up with were a banjo, a set of bones, a bass-viol, a fiddle,
sickness; but I 'm going around to Bowery Hall, and a flute. The audience and the piano were
to see what this affliction has to do with me." silenced, and there was a hush of expectation,
If you can work into his magnificent idea,' broken by the rich bass voice of one of the per-
then we are in clover," said George,-" you with former:
your heels, and I with my pen Good morning, Dandy Jim "
Jack insisted on his friend's accompanying him, Good morning yourself, Mr. Jones," replied
and they set out for Bowery Hall. the mellow tenor of Dandy Jim.
The place was easily found. Approaching, they "I 've cogitated one or two scientific questions
saw from afar off, through the mist (for it was a I 'd like to dispose to you and the other gentlemen
drizzly evening), a huge transparency over the side- of the profession,' continued Mr. Jones.
walk, painted with the life-size figure of a colored He was invited to elucidate;" and thereupon
minstrel playing a banjo, and grinning with a mar- followed two or three conundrums and other small
velous display of ivory, on a glowing background jokes, hardly of a nature to be transferred to these
of gas-lit canvas. Beneath this they passed into a pages. They had the desired effect, however, of
broad doorway, mounted a flight of stairs, and pre- making the audience laugh. Then Mr. Jones in-
sented their tickets to the foremost of two men who quired:
stood just inside the entrance door of the hall. "How about that song I heard you singing
Keep your tickets-keep your tickets; pass under your lady's window last night, Dandy Jim?"
right in-pass right in," cried the second man, with After considerable dispute about the lady's win-
one good eye winking keenly at them over a dow, and many bashful excuses on the part of the
hooked nose, while the lids of the other were peel- sentimental Jim, when urged to favor the company
ing slowly apart. "Welcome to Bowery Hall! with the said song, Mr. Jones proposed that they
I '11 talk with you by-and-by. Walk right in- should keep him in countenance by all singing to-
walk right in; you'll see what a unique and elegant gether. This agreed upon, the whole troupe burst
show it is And Mr. Fitz Dingle (for we recog- into a chorus of melody, which so encouraged and
nize that enterprising proprietor), took the trouble inspired Jim, that he was afterwards enabled to per-
to conduct them to eligible seats, placarded RE- form his solo, with a banjo accompaniment, in a
SERVED," well down in front, manner which brought out uproarious applause
The hall did not strike the boys as particularly from the audience.
elegant. Neither was the display of fashion on the Then came more conundrums, and then more
part of the spectators so dazzling as might have vocal and instrumental music, accompanied by
been- expected. The audience was good-humored, some really comical acting.
and somewhat coarse and loud, and addicted over- "I don't wonder Fitz Dingle boasted he had the
much to caterwauling and peanuts. best Bones in this or any other country !" said
That the place was not ventilated in the most George, laughing till the tears ran down his cheeks.
approved modern style soon became apparent. At Look at the fellow "
the same time, into the dim atmosphere of steam After Dandy Jim had melodiously informed the
and dust from the assembling crowd, went up a audience that he was the best-looking nigger in


the country, 0!". and the remarkable fact that upon his back, and clappered and kicked with legs
Nellie Bly was in the habit of shutting her eye and arms in the air.
when she went to sleep, had become pretty well That's good," commented George, when the
established,--and Susannah had been pathetically dance was near its conclusion; but it is n't you! "
entreated not to weep for the young man who was It's great jumping, but not what I call -- "
going to Alabama with his banjo on his knee,- Jack had got so far in his criticism, when a young
there was a lull in the songs and conundrums, man touched him on the shoulder, and said that
which was presently enlivened by a new arrival. Mr. Fitz Dingle would like to speak with him.
A very tall and slim, and very awkward planta- Wait here till I come back," he said to George,
tion darkey entered upon the scene, staring about and followed the messenger.
him in a way which indicated inexperience of the
world. Some coarse jokes passed between him CHAPTER XXIII.
and his more polite and better-informed brethren;
when, after walking around them, and staring with
stupid wonder at their coat-tails and shirt-collars, JACK was taken around the hall by the outer
as if he had never seen fashionably-dressed darkeys circle, then through a little corner door into a pas-
before, he wished to be enlightened as to that sage beside the stage. Glancing through openings
" quar, long-handled skillet with strings," which in the wing, he could see the artists still at their
Dandy Jim held in his hand. His thirst for knowl- antics; and he came near running against the tall
edge was gratified by the information that it was a Mr. Goffer, who had just come off.
banjo. He then wished to know "what it was Beg pardon !" said Jack, who "felt queer" (as
fer; at which simple questions Bones seemed in he afterwards told his friend) on finding himself in
imminent danger of turning himself inside out with personal contact with a being who seemed to him
excessive merriment. Dandy Jim, by way of ex- a sort of embodied fiction,-a creature who did not
planation, obligingly touched a string. At the first belong to the actual world.
note, the electrified questioner leaped-his length No harm," replied Goffer, fanning his black-
of limb proving favorable to the movement-half ened face with his plantation hat. Where's Fitz
across the stage. At the second note, he leaped Dingle ?"
as far in another direction. At a third touch,- This way," said a voice farther on; and Jack
which Dandy Jim ventured, reckless of conse- caught sight of the hooked nose and comical eye
quences,-he jumped completely over Bones, who at the end of the passage. The other eye was
keeled from his seat to the floor in shrieking hys- twinkling with great satisfaction,-at Goffer,. how-
terics, and came up chattering and gibbering and ever, not at Jack.
snapping his eyes, more like a terrified ape than How was it, eh ?" said Goffer, as Fitz Dingle
anything human, took them into the company's dressing-room.
Dandy Jim gradually passed from his staccato "Capital! a decided hit!" said the manager.
prelude into a lively plantation jig, which carried For a first appearance-good very good What
the long-limbed leaper with it into a dance, which do you say to it ? turning to Jack.
made George and Jack nudge each other hard. I thought the whole performance very enter-
He's the new man !" "It's Goffer!" they training Jack replied.
whispered to each other. Of course. I knew you would be delighted.
It was now his brother artists' turn to be over- My show, in its characteristic features, has n't its
come by wonder and admiration, which Bones, equal in the world; I say it boldly,-not in the
particularly, illustrated by some very laughable civilized world. In its peculiar features, you under-
performances. He hopped about the dancer like a stand. What part pleased you most?"
toad; now stretching up tall to look over him, now "Oh, Bones I think the funniest fellow! I
crouching low to look under his feet, and even get- never saw anything so ludicrous "
ting leaped over two or three times when curiosity "Bones is a finished artist-a great genius !"
carried him too far. All the while he kept up an said Fitz Dingle. He is an entertainment of
amusing accompaniment with his clappers, which himself. But there's one difficulty-the public are
advanced with cautious clicks or rattled with starts used to him; and what a show like this needs is
of astonishment, or whirled off in fits of insane variety-novelty-surprise. Goffer is a surprise,-
rtpture, expressive of the mixed emotions of his though, between me and you" (lowering his voice,
soul. and glancing at the tall artist, who had walked off
The new-comer wound up by snatching the to a looking-glass), "he aint a great genius like
banjo, and picking the strings to his own dancing; Bones; he won't last like Bones; I shall be obliged
which feat so overcame Bones, that he tumbled flat to supplement him-follow him up with some new

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attraction. Sir!" said Fitz Dingle, expanding his do that,"-for Fitz Dingle had produced the in-
soiled white waistcoat, and putting on a fierce, pomp- strument, and shown how simple a thing it was for
ous look," you've no conception of the vast amount a person with a good notion of time" to learn to
of thought it requires-the talent, the tact, I may say play it,-" but the other part 1 and Jack shook
the genius" (touching his forehead)-" to keep up his head, laughing at the ridiculous suggestion.
an entertainment like this. The public sees the "There's no doubt about it whatever !" Fitz
splendid result; but the public does not see-the Dingle declared. You can adapt yourself. I'11
public is blind" (he stuck his bad eye very tightly see to everything. Only you put yourself under
my direction. Attend our re-
hearsals the rest of the week, and
give your whole mind to the busi-
: '" ness; then I'll make a special an-
nouncement of you for next Mon-
day night, when your engagement
and pay will begin."
if What is the pay to be?" Jack
inquired, poising the triangle in
h I X.. ihis left hand, and touching it softly
.cene. with the striker.
", Three dollars a week at first,
t with a chance 6f three or four
ti times that amount in as many
ii ht weeks, in case you prove a big suc-
Scess, as I've no doubt you will."
The temptation was too great
Sl e to be resisted by an enterprising
'lad in Jack's straightened circum-
b- stances; and the bargain was
Now, if we could get a fresh
hand, to make us up a little dia-
r1 logue,--something rich and spark-
I ling, you know,-for your day-
bew, -- "
My what ?" queried Jack.
"Excuse me. I forget you're
not a professional. 'Daybew'-
first appearance." (French, d'-
but.) "You'll soon catch the
THE TALENT, THE TACT,-I MAY SAY, THE GENIUS. terms. I 've generally arranged
the jokes and conversations, with
together, as if to represent the public vision)- a little assistance from Bones and Dandy Jim. But
"blind, sir, to the intellectual power, and the vast our stock is getting rather threadbare, and I 'd
strain upon the intellectual power, behind the give a good price for something new and racy."
scenes." With the instinct of true friendship, Jack had
Jack, anxious to come to business, interrupted constantly, in his thoughts, connected George with
this harangue with, "You wrote me that your his own advancing fortunes; and now he eagerly
Triangle was sick." caught at an opportunity of turning the new posi-
"Yes; gave up this afternoon. A very useful tion of affairs to his friend's advantage.
man-not brilliant-good fair tenor-consumption, The young fellow you saw with me,-he is an
I'm afraid-and that put into my head an idea," author; writes for the magazines and newspapers,
Fitz Dingle rattled on. And he proceeded to un- -prose, poetry, stories, songs-I don't know what
fold the said idea, while Jack listened with redden- else; he could get you up something."
ing cheeks and downcast eyes. "What do you "Is he a joker?" inquired Fitz Dingle.
say, young man ?" Capital! said Jack. He is always making
"I'm afraid I never could !" said Jack. "I puns and conundrums;" which was, indeed, the
don't mean playing the triangle, I think I could truth, although it has not been developed in these


pages, for the reason that what is funny enough in "This is n't negro talk," replied Jack, "but
jocose conversation, is too apt to appear flat in only a kind of made-up lingo. You can catch it,
print, and then make up some more, as well as any-
"Bring him with you to the rehearsals," said body."
Fitz Dingle. If he is up to the business, no George did not say whether he thought he could
doubt I can give him highly lucrative employment, or not. But he now regarded the minstrels with
In short," he added, with the usual swell and fresh interest; and on the way home, and for
flourish and peeling open of the comical eye, put hours after he got to bed, his brain teemed with
yourselves under my direction, and you are sure of dialogues and songs, with which (as he fondly
large incomes; I may say fortunes,- fortunes, hoped) future audiences in Bowery Hall were to be
young man kept in a roar.
The first part of the performance was now over, At ten o'clock the next day, he went with Jack
and during the intermission the room was thronged to the rehearsal, and showed Fitz Dingle a few
by the minstrels, lounging about, talking in their things which'he had jotted down.
natural tones, and perhaps touching up their faces The professional eye sparkled with satisfaction.
with burnt cork. The contrast of their easy and Excellent! Capital! You've got the idea,
quiet behavior, with their artificial complexions and exactly. It only needs working up. You've
grotesque costumes, struck Jack almost as funnily dramatic talent, too,-why, here's a very good
as anything they did on the stage. Bones was dramatic situation! I believe, after a little study
especially an object of curiosity to him; and he and experience, you can write us a play, a regular
was much surprised to find that incarnation of low comedy piece,-hits at the times,-interspersed
buffoonery the most serious and gentlemanly per- with songs and dances-appropriate parts for all
son of the troupe. Dandy Jim alone seemed in- our artists! And Fitz Dingle puffed and glared
dined to carry the tricks and grimaces of his and winked his good eye, and closed and peeled
assumed character into private life. open the funny one, in the enthusiasm kindled by
Jack walked about on the stage while the curtain these fertile suggestions of his genius.
was down, and talked with Fitz Dingle and Goffer, George was greatly encouraged; and he began
and even enjoyed the high honor of exchanging a at once to think of writing something which should
few words with that eminent person of genius, Mr. not only suit Fitz Dingle, and divert the public,
Bones. Seeing the proprietor applying his good but also serve to elevate the character of the per-
eye to a little hole in the curtain, through which, formances at Bowery Hall.
himself unseen, he could survey the audience on "I believe," thought he, "that an entertainment
the other side, Jack went and took his turn at the need not be too broadly burlesqued, in order to be
aperture. A misty sea of faces was before him; amusing; and who knows -- ?" his mind wan-
and it must be owned that a curious feeling came during off in a splendid, but rather vague, vision
over the boy, at the thought of his appearing be- of future success and usefulness.
fore such an audience on the following Mofiday The rehearsal was nothing like what the boys
night. had thought it would be. The minstrels did not
He saw George sitting alone, and looking rather take the trouble to black their faces, or change
melancholy down in front; and wished he could their clothes, or even their manners, for the occa-
make himself seen by him through the eyelet. But sion, but appeared much like common place mor-
just then Fitz Dingle touched him on the shoulder, tals, met together to talk over a dull matter of
Looking around, he perceived that the minstrels business. Nobody would have believed that the
had already taken their places, in readiness for the serious man with the clappers in his hands, who
second part of the performance. The bell tinkled, languidly went through his part, like one but half
and Jack's heels had just time to disappear in the awake, was the inimitable mimic, the inspired
wing when the curtain rose. Bones, of the night before.
Now, my lad," cried Fitz Dingle, approaching
CHAPTER XXIV. Jack, after the new things for the evening's per-
PEN AND PURSE. formance had been arranged, I want you to show
the gentlemen what you can do."
GREAT was the astonishment of George, when Jack modestly took a position near the centre of
his friend returned to the seat beside him, and told the stage, and waited for Mr. Jenkins (the Dandy
him, in gleeful whispers, the result of his interview Jim of the previous night) to get ready his banjo
with Fitz Dingle. and play an appropriate air. George stood near
But I never can write negro talk he said, by, anxiously watching him, while Fitz Dingle and
smothering his laughter. his artists were grouped around. The dance began

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rather quietly, and George feared his friend might George said, that with such encouragement, he
have caught too much of the careless spirit of the should like extremely well to try his hand at the
rehearsal. But gradually Jack warmed up to his work proposed. And he left the editorial presence
work; his face became animated, his attitudes with a heart so light that he seemed to be treading
agile and jaunty, and every movement alive with a on air.
lithe grace and gayety; so, with hand on hip, or He scarcely knew which way. he walked, but
flung airily above his head, he went through with turned his steps instinctively towards his favorite
his marvelous double-shuffle, and, at the close, place ofresort,-the Battery,-where the sight of
bowed laughingly at an imaginary audience in the the green grass, and the trees, and the dashing
hall. water, and the bay enlivened by ferry-boats and
Fitz Dingle clapped enthusiastically; others sails, might well bring refreshment to the heart of
nodded approvingly; and the serious Mr. Bones a country boy in town.
was heard to remark, at George's elbow, that a There, under the powerful stimulus of knowing
young fellow who could do that could do anything, that his talents were recognized, and that some-
Only Goffer, it was observed, made no sign, but thing was wanted of him, George thought of the
walked off, looking melancholy. subject, and of some of the characters and scenes,
After that, Jack touched the triangle to the of a novelette for Mr. Upton, which he determined
music of the banjo, and found that he could easily to begin without delay. It was to be a story of
master that instrument of sweetly tinkling sounds, pioneer life, embodying some of the early settlers'
Then he and his friend went home, highly elated adventures with the Indians, which he remembered
with the result-of the forenoon's business, to have heard related in his childhood.
In the afterrjoon, George called at the office of The shilling which had been earned by carrying
Upton's Literay Magazine, and met with a cordial a trunk, was now boldly invested in foolscap, and
reception from the dashy young editor, the front attic of Mrs. Libby's house assumed a
"Pretty good story," said Mr. Upton, taking the decidedly literary aspect. George commenced
manuscript from a pigeon-hole over his desk. "Jacob Price, the Pioneer," and divided his time
" Will make about five and a-half pages. I shall between that and the work he had undertaken for
try to get it into our next number. Not in the Bowery Hall. It must be owned that the romance
June-that is already in type; but the July." was much more to his taste than the dialogues,
So at last George had got one article really ac- and that his interest in these was kept up only be-
cepted by a paying magazine! It was a great cause they promised a present gain, while he could
event in his history; at least, it seemed so to him not expect pay for his magazine articles until they
-then. The editor's manner had.prepared him for were published.
the welcome news, and he was not visibly excited As Saturday night was drawing near, when the
by it; only a glistening of the eye and a tremor of boys would have to pay another week's board in
the lips betraying the inward relief and satisfaction advance, if they staid at Mrs. Libby's, George did
which he felt. not neglect the newspaper offices, where he had
Do you think I can write something else for hoped to raise a little money on his poems and
you?" he quietly asked. sketches. He met with no success. He found
Yes; good short stories. And it has occurred editors willing enough to print his articles, but not
to me that you can write us a novelette, to run to pay for them. And even Fitz Dingle, who had
through, say, half-a-dozen numbers. I see you 've a sharp eye for his own interests, turned only the
got what few young writers have-an idea of char- dull one provokinglyy stuck together) to the boys'
acter. Your Old Backwoodsman' is first-rate, necessities, which they respectfully laid before him.
Perhaps a trifle too Leatherstockingish (you've "It's against my rule," he said, to pay any-
read Cooper, I see), but not enough to do any body a cent in advance. If I should break that
hurt. You've dramatic talent, too; did you know rule, my whole troupe would come down on me.
it? Everyone would want assistance. My business
So I 've been told," George replied, with a would be ruined. Artists (between ourselves) are
smile, remembering the words of Fitz Dingle. the most improvident set of men in the world."
Suppose you try your hand at a novelette, and It was not so clear to the boys that a loan of four
let me see the first chapters; I can tell whether dollars, to relieve their immediate distress, would
you hit the nail on the head. Good, lively stories, involve Bowery Hall in ultimate disaster. But
full of humor and human nature-plenty of incid- men who have at heart no principle of action will
ent, good plot, and all that-are rare in the mar- often insist most strenuously upon one which they
ket; and I believe you 're up to just that sort of find it convenient to assume. And so Fitz Dingle,
thing. What do you say?" who might have told the boys truly that he could


not always pay what he actually owed, chose to put De Waldo returned the manuscript with a bow,
them off with a pretence. adding, Remarkably fine, I am sure "
George" now became interested, and wished to
CHAPTER XXV. know what he could do for the Professor of Biolog-
ical Science and Mesmerism.
PROFESSOR DE WALDO AND MASTER FELIX. ical Science and Mesmerism.
I have to lay my discoveries before the public.
ON Saturday, as George was retiring from a In a condensed and cheerful way,-no long-winded
newspaper office with a rejected manuscript, a treatise, you understand,-in short, a hand-bill."
stranger, with a smiling countenance, and in seedy "I know nothing about Biological Science or
apparel,-his coat buttoned to his chin,-followed Mesmerism," George objected.
him out. Not necessary. Come to my room. I'll give
You are a writer, I believe," said the man, ac- you the ideas, and you shall put 'em in words,
costing him at the foot of the
"In a humble way," George 7 ,
admitted. .
On the contrary," said the II
man, with a flattering smile, on a
lean and not very prepossessing Lr r
visage, "I think you are a very
good writer; and he bowed def- .- '
erentially, placing his hand on -
his chest, across which his coat i MRd
was tightly buttoned.
George, who was in no mood .
to be trifled with, and did not ba i u
quite like the stranger's manners, '- l
asked what means he had of form-
ing such an opinion.
"From your talk with the ed-
itor, up stairs. He made a great
mistake in rejecting your piece.
I think it was because you wanted
pay for it."
"I think so, too," said George.
"Allow me to glance at it. Ex-
cuse the liberty," said the man,
with a skinny smile, "but I am-
ha-a little in the literary line
"An author ?"
The man pleasantly shook his
head. "Guess agin." i -
"An editor? said George, re- ANY CALLERS ASKED THE PROFESSOR.
luctantly giving the manuscript.
"Neither," replied the man, politely receiving Something in this style." And Professor De
it. "Ah I see you are indeed a ready writer. Waldo showed him a soiled slip of printed paper,
Would that I had the wings of a dove, and that -evidently the advertisement of some quack doc-
mine enemy had written a book he added, softly tor,-which he wished to have imitated.
and sweetly, though somewhat irrelevantly, as it George saw that it would not require much pro-
seemed to George. "I am Professor De Waldo." fessional knowledge or literary skill to write such a
"Indeed? said George, because he did not document; and with a smile, he said he thought
know what else to say. he could do it.
"Professor of Biological Science and Mesmer- How much will it be worth to you-a paper
-ism. You write for money. .I am in the way of about the length of this ? he inquired.
getting things wrote, which I pay money for. I "Fix your own price; money is a small con-
think we can trade. Thank you." And Professor sideration with me," answered the professor, loftily.

1874.] FAST FRIENDS. 543

But George, who was to undertake the job solely gentleman-- But tell your own story." See-
for the money it would bring him in (just as he ing the tube still in the boy's hands, he muttered
would have undertaken to carry trunks or dig po- in a gruff undertone, "Put up that pop-gun, or
tatoes), required a rather more definite statement I'll smash it." Then added, blandly, aloud, "Tell
of terms. your own story, Master Felix."
0, five or ten dollars,-not less than five; but I was in the back part of the hall, when you
we '11 arrange that without any trouble. The was lecturing, and I felt your magnetic power, and
laborer is worthy of his hire," said the liberal pro- marched down the aisle, and up to the platform-
fessor, "and I am one that had always druther pay at least, so they tell me; for I never knew how I
too much than too little, especially to literary men. got there."
Come with me." No; and you did n't know how you read with
He took George to a somewhat shabby-looking your eyes bandaged, and told what was in the pock-
house on Murray street, in the doorway of which ets of the gentlemen in the front seats-one thing
stood a shabby-looking lad, amusing himself by being a lock of a young lady's hair in a letter,
blowing peas through a tube, at some doves in the which the young man was very much ashamed,
gutter, and the aujence amused. You didn't know it;
"Any callers? asked the professor of this and why?"
youthful marksman. "I suppose, 'cause I was under the influence."
"Nobody but the furniture man," the boy re- "Because he was under the influence," repeated
plied, with a grin. He blew a pea, and added, the professor, still addressing George as if he were
"He brought his bill again, for the sofa-bed." a large public assembly. And why, Master
"Never mind about that," said the professor, Felix, have you been here with me ever since ?"
shortly. Then, turning to George, "This is my "'Cause I could n't help it; felt drawn to ye.
mesmeric subject,-Master Felix,-a very remark- If the professor is miles away," said Master Felix,
able clairvoyant. Walk up stairs." in his turn addressing the audience, I feel him,
Preceded by the professor, and followed by the and can't be easy, particularly if he wills me to
mesmeric subject, George went up one flight, to a come to him; then I have to go."
gloomy back room, lighted by a single window No matter how dark the night, or how thick
that looked out in a narrow court between high the bandages on his eyes, if I will him to come to
brick walls, me,-wherever I be,-he comes. Is that so,
"Take a seat here at the table. I'll give ye Master Felix? A most marvelous clairvoyant!"
the pints while you write 'em down. To begin the professor went on; "can pint out lost or stolen
with-Master Felix, tell the gentleman how you articles, and prescribe for all kinds of diseases with
happen to be with me." most astonishing' success. The medicines I have
"The professor was lecturing in our town," prepared under his direction, is the most extraor-
began the boy, preparing to blow a pea out of the dinary now in use."
window. George glanced from the professor to the mes-
"Put up your pastime, and 'tend to business," meric subject, and said he thought it quite likely.
said the professor. I was lecterin in your town, I've lectered and given public exhibitions with
was I? And what town was that? Be explicit, this boy in a great many places," continued De
Facts is facts." Waldo; "and now we open here next week, with
"Chester, Pennsylvania," said the boy, stooping private settings in this room, to which the public is
to pick up a pea he had dropped. respec'fully invited. What I want is something'
"On. the Delaware river; a very old and very takin', for a hand-bill-somethin' to excite curi-
respectable town," added the professor. "Any osity, and bring in the crowd. And now for the
person"-he made a sweeping gesture with his main pints, which you can fill up from your fancy."
hands, and stood as if addressing an audience- George took down the "pints," and said he
"any person or persons doubtin' the facts of this thought he could have the paper ready that evening.
very wonderful case, can easily satisfy themselves Very well," replied the professor; then this
by takin' the slight trouble of running' down to evening' you shall have the cash for it; five dollars
Chester, and making' careful inquiries-too much if it's good, and ten dollars if it's very good.
care cannot be took in such matters-of any num- Now, put in the big licks,-make it flamin', ye
ber of people, including' three clergymen and five know, and, above all, good-natered,-for, what-
physicians, whose names I shall be most happy to ever else ye may call me, I 'm the best-natered
furnish. I was lecterin in the place, to a remark- man in the world. Master Felix, show the gentle-
ably large and intelligent aujence, when this young man down stairs."
(To be conthicd.)




A GOOD many elderly people are afflicted with them off in broad daylight and at all hours of the
dreadful head-aches on the Fourth of July; but I night. He is an enthusiastic fellow himself, and I
suspect they don't mind it very much, for in every am not sure that he does not exaggerate a little,
puff of blue smoke that wreathes itself under their but he says that he has seen a sane business-man
noses, they see a boy's or a girl's happy face.. leave his office in midday and go into the street to
It is a queer custom, this setting-off of fireworks, send off a rocket. During church services also
but it is observed in many countries; among fireworks are displayed, so there is a perpetual
others, in England on the Fifth of November, in Fourth of July. Perhaps some of you think it
China on New Year's Day, and in South America would be nice to live in such a place; I don't.
on all suitable and unsuitable occasions. As you What I want to tell you in this sketch, however,
know, the Fifth of November is the anniversary of is about the manufacture of fireworks. The other
the Gunpowder Plot, in which a sad scamp named day, I bought three packages of crackers, all manu-
Guy Fawkes schemed to blow up the House of factured in China, and paid eight cents each for
Parliament, with all the members, great and small, them. You know how they are packed-in white
inside. But the plot was discovered and defeated, straw paper, with a crimson label bearing an in-
and the patriotic people of England still cele- scription printed in gilt characters. Well, when I
brate their escape. On every anniversary of the
day they have fireworks and bonfires, and the boys
burn effigies of the traitor. I have seen a capital -
Guy Fawkes made with a broom-stick, a ragged ,-- "
old coat, a battered old hat, and a penny paper 1 L
mask. Boxes of matches, squibs, and crackers
were secreted about his ugly person, and then he ',.
was carried over the town in an old chair, with a
chorus of noisy youngsters following after and sing-
Gunpowder plot shall never be forgot,
As long as old England stands upon a rock!
When he had been paraded through all the
streets, and reviled, and pelted with stones, he was
planted on the top of a bonfire for a throne and
burned, amid the splutterings and fumes of the
crackers and squibs hidden in his dress.
In the Southern States, as those of you who live
there know, Christmas Day is the great occasion -
for fireworks, and then there is as much desire for -
crackers and pin-wheels as in the North on the A PACK OF FIRE-CRACKERS.
Fourth. In China, the almond-eyed natives fire got home, I began to wonder what the inscription
off their crackers on New Year's Day, as I have on the margin meant. I am not a learned person,
said, and travelers state that the noise continues so I asked a Japanese student who understands
from early morning until midnight, without the Chinese to translate it for me. As the centre of
least intermission. It is not the children alone who o l g
one label is filled with the outline of an eagle, the
enjoy themselves; men and women share in the pack evidently is designed for young Americans.
amusement with just as much zest as the young- And the wanderful-looking characters proved, after
sters. In South American countries, such as Chili all, to be nothing more than an advertisement of
and Peru, a friend of mine, who lived there, tells the dealers, reading, when translated, as follows:
me that fireworks are introduced at every festival,
and especially at those of the Church. The people Our office is in Ou Sen, and we make the best kind of fire-
and especially at those of the Church. The people crackers. Please copy down the advertisement, and we hope there
derive a frantic sort of pleasure from them, and set will be no mistake.


immediately took me into his confidence,
and gave me some valuable facts, which
I repeat here for your benefit.
In each of the packs I had bought,
there were eighty crackers, so that I ob-
tained two hundred and forty in all, for
twenty-four cents. Could anything be
cheaper? It scarcely seemed possible,
but the importer told me that in China
the wholesale price of each pack is only
two cents, which includes the exporter's
profit. For considerably less than one
cent, then, a Chinaman makes forty of
'i Oi these little rolls of paper, fills them with
the ingredients, and strings them to-
gether. Most of them are made for
large firms in Hong Kong, by the peas-
THE TWO CHINAMEN. ants in the suburbs during their leisure
hours, just as the poor people of Ger-
On the second pack are figures of two Chinamen, many and Switzerland employ their spare mo-
.and the following inscription in Chinese: ments in making watches and
The original store is now at the Square of Kau Chin, and we set toys. They are brought to
before the public beautiful articles, including fire-crackers, made by America, packed in boxes con-
ourselves. We hope our customers will write down the advertisement training forty packs each, in sail-
and remember. ing-ships coming by the long
On the same pack the address of the firm-pro- and stormy passage round Cape
nounced, Man Puku Do-is given; translated, Horn, the southern extremity of
it means: Ten thousand Prosperity Chambers." South America. The dealers 1
On the third pack there is the outline of a dragon, could not afford to pay for the
and in English, on the label, "Crescent Chop.- freight of them, or a ship,
Superior Fire-crackers." Perhaps I was a little dis- loaded with nothing but fire-
appointed in finding that the outlandish characters crackers, might often come over;
had not something to say more significant than so they are used as ballast in *
these things; but my interest was aroused, and I vessels where the cargo consists
looked further into the matter. I went to the store of silks and teas. As nearly as
of the largest importer of fire-crackers in America, the importer could guess, ten
and mentioned your names-the readers of ST. million packs are brought to 4
NICHOLAS-to him. America and sold every year. MAN PUKu DO.
I could not have had a better introduction, for he He next lighted a candle and
led me into a dark cellar. Here there
/ were stored, from the floor to the ceiling,
Snumberless small boxes. Outside, they
i looked precisely like tea-chests, wrapped
in paper of a brownish-green color, and
O stamped all over in black with Chinese
characters. Another wrapper made of
straw matting enclosed the paper, and
^ O ; O was securely fastened by ropes of plaited
"These are all sold," said the im-
porter, and as soon as the canals open
we shall begin to send them out."
He also showed me a lot of card-board
01 boxes, containing ten packs of a thousand
S0 torpedoes each. No torpedoes are im-
Sported. There are several German fami-
THE DEAGON. lies in the suburbs of New York who


make them almost exclusively, and supply the whole design is ignited by a swift train, and a fiery
market. star-spangled banner is streaming in the air. The
My inquiries about fire-crackers led us into the fireworks made in the greatest number are Roman
subject of fireworks generally, and the importer candles and rockets. Three hundred and sixty
thousand one-ball candles are made by one firm
S every year.
Not far from the wood-room, we come to the
S--. paper-room, which contains twenty-five tons of
.'"i ,.iliii paper, to be used in fireworks. Some of it has
II' '.:' -li been rolled into boxes and tubes, and much more
,,T. i..s stored in sheets, reaching the ceiling. Next
Sl _l door, is the mixing-room, where we find the head
Sof the establishment at work in a leather suit com-
pounding ingredients for a lot of Roman candles.
He is a chemist; and when we asked how he learned
Siithe secrets of his business, he told us that when he
n was a small boy in England, and engaged in another
'II'I| l trade, he acquired a taste for chemistry, as applied
I J-ftl P to the manufacture of fireworks. In a small out-
house of his father's, he spent all his leisure, ex-
----- ---- -- .- perimenting and burning himself, and frightening
SIFTING AND MIXING MACHINES. his poor mother out of her wits. When he emi-
grated to America he had a chance for himself, and
told me that about seven firms in America sell at once chose to be a firework-maker.
$500,000 worth in a year. There 's a pretty story In opposite corners of the same room are two
to tell our parents It takes a great deal of pocket- machines, one used for sifting, and the other for
money, to be sure, and there are better ways of mixing. They both look alike, and are very simple
spending it; but I am not writing a sermon, and in form. The saltpetre, sulphur and charcoal are
you must think the matter over and decide for first placed in the sifting machine, where they are
yourselves. tossed about in a rotary sieve, the fine portions
From the importer's office, I went to a large falling into a tray beneath, and the lumps remain-
firework manufactory at Middle Village, Long
Island. The business is not all done in one great
building, as you might suppose, but is distributed
between nearly twenty small ones, all of them sep-
arate, and some of them scarcely more than sheds. --
This arrangement is to prevent a fire from spread-
ing, in case one should break out. As I crossed_
the yard with one of the proprietors, he pointed to
a solid-looking chest, with heavy iron doors. .-
That," he said, "is our powder magazine."
It stands alone on a plot of ground, and no light
is allowed to approach it. At the other end of the -
yard is the wood-room, where are stored bundles
upon bundles of sticks for rockets; tin cans for i N
colored fires; round wooden boxes for mines" -
and "batteries; tripods for a new kind of rocket
that is held by three sticks, instead of one; discs MAACHINE FOR CUTTING STARS.
of every size for pin-wheels; small frames for
"triangles," and large frames, reaching to the ing in the netting above. When this has been
ceiling, for "exhibition pieces." You must bear done, and the lumps have been powdered, the in-
in mind that such designs as American flags, gredients are placed in the mixing machine, and
eagles and ships are not called fireworks; a pyro- are here rolled and rolled about for five or ten
technist distinguishes them as "exhibition pieces." minutes, when they are fit for use.
Some of these cost over fifty dollars each. The While we were present the chemist and his as-
workman binds lengths of paper tubing to the sistapts were busy preparing a mysterious compo-
slender frame, and when the match is applied, the sition of several pale colors. What do you think




CLOSE by the basement door-step, His ponderous locomotion,
A representative toad Though brimful of nerve and force,
Has made, all the sultry summer, And well enough here in the area,
His quiet and cool abode; Would n't do for a trotting-course;
And the way he bumps and bounces Too modest to run for Congress,
About on the area stones, Too honest for Wall street's strife,
Would break every bone in his body, His principles all unfit him
Except that he has no bones. For aught but a virtuous life.

When a man is cringing and abject, A hole in the ground contents him,-
And fawns for a selfish end, So little he asks of fate;
Why they should call him a toady Philosopher under a dock-leaf,
What mortal can comprehend? He sits like a king in state.
Since for resolute independence, Should a heedless footstep mash him,
Despising the courtier's code, In gravel absorbed and blent,
And freedom from mean ambitions, He never complains or grumbles,-
There's .nobody like the toad. He knows it was accident.

I know how strongly against him No drudging scribe in a sanctum,
Some popular whimsies go; No writer of prose or rhyme,
But the toad is never vicious, Gets through with so much hard thinking
Nor silly, nor stupid, nor slow. In the course of a summer-time;
Stupid ? Perhaps you never And if sometimes he jumps at conclusions,
Noticed his jewel eyes ? He does it with accurate aim
Slow? or his tongue's red lightning And after mature reflection,-
Striking the darting flies? Would all of us did the same!

Oh, but the mouth he carries But what will he do this winter,
To make its dimensions clear, In the wind and snow and hail,
One longs to describe it briefly, With his poor soft, unclad body
As reaching from ear to ear; Unsheltered by wings or tail?
But that no Professor of reptiles He cannot go south, poor fellow,
Is able (so far as appears In search of a milder air,
In books upon kindred subjects) For spring would be back triumphant,
To locate batrachian ears. Before he was half-way there !

No matter how stern and solemn But what are his plans for the future,
The markings about his eyes, Or where he intends to go,
The width of his mouth preserves him Or what he is weighing and planning,
From wearing too grave a guise; Are things we shall never know.
It gives him the look (no matter He winks if you ask him a question,
How sad he may be the while And keeps his own counsel well;
Or deep in profound abstraction) For in fact, like the needy knife-grinder,
Of smiling a chronic smile. He has never a story to tell!


it was? Stars for Roman candles and rockets. It into a work-room, where several boys and girls
was rolled into cakes about half-an-inch thick and were employed. Generally, only one kind of fire-
about two feet square. A man then came in and works is made at a time, and on this day the hands
carried it off to another room where there was a were confined to Roman candles.
machine for cutting it into little lozenges. The At one bench in the work-room there was a
largest cakes were deposited on a brass plate, full pyramid of card-board barrels, about six inches
of little holes. Meanwhile, another workman was long and one inch in diameter. Into the bottom
standing at a rope, which held up a second plate, of these, four boys were pouring small quantities of
with a number of nipples corresponding with the finely-powdered clay, ramming it well in, and then
holes, and this gradually descended on the compo- passing the barrels to a man, who poured in a
sition, pressing it through the holes on to a tray charge of gunpowder, and rammed that in too.
beneath, where it arrived in round and smooth When all this had been done, a second workman
bits. Five hundred stars are made by the machine took them in hand, adding an explosive composi-
in ten minutes, tion to the contents, and afterwards dropping in
They have a room in the establishment which is two stars and sealing the whole with some more
used only .for the storage of stars. There are long composition. Some girls at the other end of the
rows of shelves, occupied by small barrels painted room finished the business. They took the com-
different colors, corresponding with those of the mon brown paper barrels, wrapped them in silver
stars they hold. Some of them are also marked by and gilt and fancy-colored paper, and so beautified
letters such as these: them that I wondered if the men who had done the
Y. R. S.-R. R. S. clumsier work could recognize them.
In another room two strong men were packing
which mean, "yellow rocket stars," and "red the completed fireworks for transportation to all
rocket stars." Forty barrels of white stars alone, parts of the country. It was yet spring, but these
each containing many thousand, are used every great wooden boxes, filled with scrolls," mosaic
year. Here the proprietor also showed me an im- filigree," and "flower-pots," were already sold to
mense iron mortar, which discharges one thousand dealers for trade with our lads and lasses on the
five hundred stars at a time; and then he led me glorious Fourth."

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GRANDPA hears the church-bells ringing But the childish eyes discover
On the holy Sabbath morn. That his gaze is churchward turned.
Poor old grandpa! he is aged, Precious child! her heart is thoughtful,
And his strength is sorely worn. Tho' she be not wise or learned,
So, within his chair he 's sitting, "Dear old drandpa, don't be sorry
With his grandchild round him flitting. Mate a minister of Florry."

1874.] NIMPO'S TROUBLES. 549

Soon the Bible, large and heavy, Good old grandpa he is happy
Lies upon the little knee, With the little singer near;
Upside down; but Florry, singing Now, "I want to be an angel"
Little hymns so earnestly, Sweetly falls upon his ear.
Never dreams but that her preaching But-what's this ?-the church is closing;
Equals all the church is teaching. Tired grandpapa is dozing!



CHAPTER XIV. The first thing that Nimpo did, after reading the
NIMPO'S BRIGHT IDEA. letter over twice, was to rush up stairs and cram
every one of her things into her trunk.
DAYS came and went,-each day seeming longer When, at last, she went to bed, after telling the
and bleaker than the last, in spite of what Mrs. good news to everyone she met, she tumbled and
Primkins described as more mischiefs and goings- tossed and could not sleep, and, finally, a bright
on than there were hairs on a cat's back,"-when, idea came into her head. It was too bright to keep
at last, Nimpo received a letter from her father, to herself till morning, so she got up, and, hastily
Rush eagerly leaned over her shoulder as she wrapping herself in a blanket, went to Rush's door.
read it aloud : Rush, are you awake ?" she said.
MY DEAR LITTLE DAUGHTER: I suppose you think it is about Yes," said Rush. I 'm so glad the folks are
time we came home. So do we, and we hope to start in a day or coming that I can't go to sleep."
two-- Neither can I," said Nimpo, going in and sit-
Oh, goody!" shouted Rush. Nimpo fairly ting down on the foot of Rush's bed. "And I'll
danced for joy, waving the letter like a banner in tell you what I mean to do to-morrow. I mean to
her hand. Then she hugged Robbie, and told go and see Sarah, as mother told me in the letter;
him mother was coming, and settled down to finish and I 'm going to have her come up and bake
the letter : bread and things, so as to have something to eat
I had occasion yesterday to go down Maiden lane, and I thought when they come."
how pleased you would be to be with me. Maiden lane is along, Oh, that 'll be grand said Rush, eagerly,
narrow street running out of Broadway. Here are located various sitting up in bed; "let's have sponge cake and
stores filled with wonderful things. Whips and tops and balls, that
would delight Rush and Robbie beyond measure. Walking-canes mince pies !
that can be changed into chairs in two minutes, and large wax-dolls Oh, no," said Nimpo; just bread and cookies,
with eyes which can be opened or closed at pleasure,-- -oh, and pumpkin pies, and, perhaps, dough-
Oh dear! sighed Nimpo. "I wish -- nuts."
Then she went on: And we'll go down there and see her make
which, of course, a young lady almost in her "teens" would not them, and have some said Rush, excitedly.
want. [Nimpo drew a long sigh.] I saw rocking-horses large Of course, we'll go down," said Nimpo; "but
enough for a boy of ten to ride on, we wont eat the things,-only, perhaps, a cooky
Oh, I Ihoe he 'll bring me one said Rush, or doughnut."
fervently. "Oh, yes," said Rush; "they're so nice hot.
and boats with sails that can be spread by pulling a string. Old Primkins never gives a fellow one. Hers aint
nice, either."
"Oh, I'd rather have the boat interrupted Thank the fates, we 've got'most through
R again.*l*' "Thank the fates, we 've got 'most through
Rush again. with Mrs. Primkins," said Nimpo, warmly. "For
Do let me finish the letter," said Nimpo, read- ,
ing: my part, I never want to see her again."
"How nice it'll be to be home," said Rush;
But I'll tell you all about these and many other things when I re- sem 's if I could n't wait two days longer. I
turn. Your mother is very well, and sends word to have Sarah not-
fled of our return. Be a good girl, and mind Mrs. Primkins. wish it was morning now."
"Humph said Nimpo. "So do I," said Nimpo; "but it never will be
Your affectionate Father. if I sit here." So she went back to bed.
OL I.--36.


In the morning, Nimpo and Rush started through They needed no urging, and in a moment each
the woods to go to Sarah's, for they could n't think one received in the hand a rich golden block, cut.
of going to school on such a joyful day. from a square tin.
As they came near, they heard singing, and Sarah," said Nimpo, standing in the door and
Nimpo whispered: eating hers, Mrs. Wilson's dog tore up one of
Let's go up softly. I guess Sarah's singing, mother's damask towels."
and it's real fun to hear her. We can hardly ever La sakes said Sarah, holding up her hands.
get her to sing." I jes wish I 'd a-cotched him at it He'd ought
So they stole up to the door and looked in. ter have a crack over the head nuff to beat his.
There sat Sarah on a low stool before the fire, roll- bref out! But how did he get y'r ma's towel ? "
ing from side to side, in a kind of ecstasy, beating I forgot it one day, and left it out-doors," said
time with her hands, and singing, to the most un- Nimpo, humbly. We.played Log House, and I
earthly, wailing tune: had it for a table-cloth. Oh! and I tore mother's
white shawl."
0, come 'long Moses, you wont get lost, Lor' now I aspects ye 's been up to no end o'
Let my people go,-
With a lighted can'l' at yo breast, shines since y'r ma's bin gone," said Sarah. I
Let my people go. hearn tell that Mah'sr Rush here done runned
Go down, Moses, 'way down in Egypt's land; away.
Go an' tell ole Pharo fur to let my people go. a
Rush looked sheepish.
Keep still," whispered Nimpo; there 's lots La sakes that's nuffin," broke in Mrs. John-
more of it." Sarah went on : son, who had sympathy for boys. 'Most all likely
take y'r shoes from off yr feet,-young fellars done run away oncet. 'Pears like ye
O, take y'r shoes from off y'r feet,-
Let my people go,-- aint gwine to eat noffin," she went on, as Nimpo
Walkin' in de golden street. refused a second square of the generous pie.
Let my people go. Nimpo laughed, and told her she had n't eaten
Go down, Moses, 'way down in Egypt's land;
Go an' tell ole Pharo fur to let my people go. anything so good since her mother went away.
"Pore chile said Sarah, who thought no
Just then they heard the whole family returning trouble in life was so bad-at least for white folk-
from the woods, each one with an armful of brush. as not having nice things to eat. I'11 come up
Sarah heard them too, and came out. She started to-morrow, 'n' make some despret nice ones."
when she saw her white visitors. Sarah, wont you tell us a story before we go ?"
Lor'! how ye scairt me Y'r ma done came said Nimpo, coaxingly;
home ? "I '11 show ye something' ye never saw, I reckon,'"
"No, but she's coming," shouted Rush, joy- said Sarah. The day's work's all done put away.
fully. Mebby the chillen will show ye how we dance down
Go 'long now," responded Sarah, doubtfully; Souf whar we come from. Come, chillen, sing
while Nimpo drew nearer to her, with a happy My Ole Mah'sr !"
" Yes, she is. And, Sarah, I want you to come After some urging, the four older children got
down and bake some things before she gets home, up into the middle of the room, while the rest of
to surprise her, you know." the family, with Nimpo and Rush as spectators, sat
Sure nuff," said Sarah, there wont be a bite around the edge.
to eat in the house, an' I 'spect 't wont hurt none You sing, Sarah," said her sister. So Sarah
to run a broom through it." began singing, to one of their doleful airs, these
Nimpo looked guilty, words:
It's mussed up some, and looks real lone- My ole mah'sr built a house,
Fifteen stories high;
some," she said; "but you come to-morrow, and An' ebry room in dat dar house
I '11 help you get things in order." Sarah grinned. War filled wid chicken-pie.
"Go 'way now! I reckon I haint done forgot
how to clar up yet,-not yet I has n't! I'll be up At this point, the dancers, of whom there were
the fust thing. Shall I make up a batch o' pies ? two boys and two girls, locked arms in pairs, each
Punkins is good now. I done made some power- boy and girl looking opposite ways, and whirled
ful nice ones yesterday." round and round while all sang this chorus:
Rush grew radiant. Hi diddle 0 jump candy, jump candy, jump candy!
"Come in 'n' take a bite," said Mrs. Johnson's
hospitable voice at the door. Sarah does make Here they suddenly changed arms, and danced
oncommon good pies, 'n' you've had a 'mazin' long the other way, singing:
tramp." Hi diddle 0 jump candy,-hi diddle 0, diddle E l

3874.1 NIMPO'S TROUBLES. 551

Then they stood in a row clasping hands, and all now that the baking was off her mind, was as
sang: pleasant as usual.
Row. brothers, roty little boy"Going to red-liead pins," answered Nimpo.
I'm Iookin* fur a pretty little boy,
I 'm looking' fur a pretty little boy, If you 've got an old darning-needle, I 'll make
To feed him on sugar an' teal you a lovely shawl-pin."
Then Sarah began again: "'Pears like I had one," said Sarah. I mos'
My ole mah'sr went to town allus has one sticking' in the wood 'side o' the
On a load o' peaches; winder."
The horse run 'way 'n' broke his cart, And she went into her room to see.
Smash it all to pieces. Yes, here's one," said she ; but yo be kereful
Then they locked arms again and danced, and 'bout that ar, I've heerd tell of setting' a house
sang the same chorus over again, afire that a way."
Nimpo and Rush were charmed with this per- Oh, we 'll be careful," exclaimed both the chil-
formance; as soon as it was over, they thanked the dren.
children heartily, and after a few more words with I 'm gwine to clar up the chambers now, an'
Sarah, hurried away. It was high time, Nimpo there's a bite fur ye on the dining-room table,"
said, to go home to Robbie. said Sarah.
Then, arming herself with broom and dust-pan,
CHAPTER XV. and tying a gorgeous yellow cotton handkerchief
THE INDIANS! over her head, to keep the dust out of her hair, she
marched off up stairs.
BRIGHT and early the next day, Nimpo, Rush Nimpo and Rush hurried through with the red-
and Robbie went to the house, and before they had heading business, and rushed in to lunch. They
time to unlock the door, Sarah joined them. Such found fresh crisp doughnuts, delicious pumpkin-
a shout as they gave as they burst into the hall pie, and a pitcher of milk; and they thought it a
The little Rievors were like wild creatures escaping lunch fit for a queen.
from a cage; but, strange to say, liberty had been After they had eaten all they could, and, in fact,
the cage in this instance, and the home-walls, once emptied the table, they still sat there, talking over
so confining, seemed to send the very joy of free- the delights of being at home once more, and won-
dom into their hearts. While they were capering during how other boys and girls could be contented
about, and Robbie, in his delirium, was performing to live with their parents.
the daring feat of jumping from the bottom step of "There 's Anna Morris," said Nimpo. Her
the stair to the oil-cloth, Sarah slipped away to the mother's real cross, I think; and she's never
kitchen. There the children soon found her, up pleasant like our mother. She 's always working
to her elbows in flour, and with a look of "now in the kitchen like fury. She never says 'Good
I 'm at work" on her face. She was no longer morning' to me; but always hollers out, 'Wipe
Sarah the story-teller, but Sarah the cook, and, your feet I don't see how Anna can-bear her."
like all gpod cooks, rather cross to children. So "Yes," said Rush, "and Johnny Stevens'
Nimpo went meekly up stairs, and took a book mother,-she whips him if he only falls down and
to read, while Robbie got out all his blocks and gets muddy some. She keeps a stick over the
played on the sitting-room floor, and Rush went clock, and if he does n't wipe his feet, or comes in
down to the store as usual. Just about noon, Rush muddy or with a hole torn,-how can folks help
came back. that, I 'd like to know ?-she just takes down that
Nimpo," he said, let's red-head pins." stick and beats him."
"We have n't any sealing-wax," answered Nim- "I should think he'd run away," said Nimpo,
po, shutting her book, for the story was growing indignantly.
dull, and, besides, she was beginning to want some He's awful afraidd of her," said Rush.
of the good things that sent up savory odors from This little village that I'm telling about was one
the kitchen, of the quietest and dullest towns you ever heard
I have," said Rush. I found a piece down at of; but it had one pet horror, and that was-In-
the store, and Cousin Will said I might have it." dians! It was not a very long time since they had
"Well," said Nimpo, taking the wax, which he been seen prowling around in the woods, and even
held out, get some pins, and we '11 do it now." coming to the farm-houses for something to eat.
Rush snatched his mother's cushion off the bu- And the old settlers, who now sat in the corner by
reau, and ran down just in time to see the wax laid the fire, and smoked or knit,-according to their
on a handy place on the kitchen stove. sex,-had plenty of horrible stories at their tongues'
What you gwine to do ? asked Sarah, who, end, and delighted to tell them to groups of eager


youngsters, who enjoyed having their hair stand had produced, for Robbie was screaming violently,
up with horror as well as some of you do now-a- spoke in his natural voice :
days. Here, Nimpo, Rush, it's nobody but me-
You may be sure that Nimpo and Rush were Cousin Will! I 've just dressed up Sarah, don't
often to be found where there were stories to be be such a goose. Robbie, come and see me;
heard; so they had their minds filled with the don't cry. Open the door."
frightful things which are told of the savages. Nimpo heard Rush laugh faintly, and say slowly,
On this day, when they were still sitting at the Why, Cousin Will and then she opened the
table, talking about other people's mothers, and door a crack. There stood the awful figure, but
Sarah, who had just come down stairs, was busy talking to Rush in Cousin Will's voice; and on
near the window, suddenly the door burst open, looking closely at his face, she could see,, through
and a full-grown, frightful-looking Indian bounded the horrid stripes of paint, that it was, indeed, no
in, with a war-whoop or some other unearthly yell, other than Will.
brandishing his tomahawk in the most threatening Then she came out. pale and trembling still; but

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manner, as though he meant to scalp them all in a she had to soothe Robbie, who could n't bear to
minute. look at him, and Sarah utterly refused to open the
Sarah gave a dreadful scream and scampered door. She could not so easily be reassured.
into the cellar. N impo, quick as thought, snatched The dress was that of an Indian chief, and Will
Robbie and dashed into the pantry, instantly put- -who delighted in startling people-had borrowed
ting her back against the door, and bracing her it, to try its effect on the children; but he had no
feet against the flour-barrel. In a second, Rush idea of scaring them out of their wits.
bounced, against the door, kicking violently and I can't tell you just how the suit was made, but
shouting, Let me in it was of gay colors, and had a long fringe down
I '11 never open the door! said Nimpo, des- each leg and arm, that, when he danced and waved
perately. Go somewhere else." his arms, flew about and made a strange, wild ap-
I think you 're real mean said Rush, run- pearance. Then his face was painted in gaudy
ning to the cellar-door, and trying to get in there. stripes, and five long feathers stuck out from his
But Sarah held that equally tight, and told him to head.
" Go 'way dar." After this valiant exploit, Master Will-who, it
Meantime, the Indian, amazed at the fright he must be confessed. was hardly more than a great

1874.1 NIMPO'S TROUBLES. / 553

over-grown boy-made a raid upon Sarah's freshly- ready, on the least sign of drawing up at the door,
made store of good things, while Rush and Nimpo to stuff the torch into the shavings.
looked on in dismay, wishing that Sarah would But, alas it cruelly drove by, and Nimpo was
come and put a stop to it." But Will escaped so surprised and grieved, that she held her paper
unseen, though Sarah was angry enough when she till it burnt her fingers.
discovered what he had been doing. They could Disappointment is a hard thing to bear, and
hear her muttering for a long time about po' white slowly and sadly the children locked up the house,
trash," and scarin' a body's wits out," and "stuf- and walked back to Mrs. Primkins.
fin' 's tho' he never had nuffin," and so on. That lady stood on the steps, and something
"Rush," said Nimpo, after awhile, "let's get like a smile came round her mouth, though it felt
the fires ready to light, so it '11 look pleasant when so little at home that it did n't stay long.
father and mother come. It's cool in the evenings So your folks did n't come, eh ?"
now, you know." No," said Nimpo, with a choking in her throat.
Well," said Rush. Woll, I did n't expect 'em a mite; people
So they went out to the wood-shed, and brought 'most always get hendered on the way; likely
in small sticks and kindling and dry chips. they've had a storm on the lake, too. You better
I '11 fix the parlor fire," said Nimpo, and you unpack your trunk now, and stay another night or
fix the sitting-room; and then we can light them two."
the minute the stage stops, and it '11 all be in a Poor Nimpo had locked and strapped her trunk,
blaze before they get in." sure that she should never open it again at Mrs.
These fires were built in open fireplaces, such Primkins', and now she could n't even go to bed
as, I fear, you young folk have never seen, except- without getting out nightgowns and brushes. It
ing, perhaps, in some old-fashiored country kitchen, was almost as bad to unpack that night as it was
Large sticks were laid across andirons,-or fire- on the first day, when she was so disappointed.
dogs, as some called them,-and on these Nimpo The next day was fearfully long; it did seem as
made a splendid pile of fine sticks, with a handful though school would never be out, and several times
of shavings underneath. One match would set the Nimpo thought the clock had stopped.
whole in a blaze. But evening came, and again the eager watchers
Meantime, Rush, with Robbie's valuable assist- lighted their torches and awaited with fast-beating
ance, had made the same preparations in the sit- hearts the heavy roll of the lumbering wheels.
ting-room, and Sarah had put the finishing touches They knew they would come this time.
to the house, which was now in good order from But again the hateful stage rolled by with no
attic to cellar, sign of stopping.
Now I'm gwine home," she said soon after- Robbie began to cry, and Nimpo felt very much
wards, coming out of her room with her shawl, as if she would like to cry herself, while Rush sud-
"Mind ye come arter me the minute y'r ma denly had pressing business in another part of the
comes." house.
I expect it will be to-morrow," said Nimpo. However, they once more walked sadly back to
I don't. Folks never gits home when they Mrs. Primkins'.
aspects to," said Sarah. "You'll make out your week yet," was her
greeting; "here it is Friday night, and if they
CHAPTER XVI. don't come to-morrow, they '11 wait till Monday,-
and that 'll be just five weeks to a day."
COMING OME.-CONCLSION. They must come before Monday," said Nimpo,
THE next afternoon, when it was nearly time for greatly disturbed, for Mrs. Primkins' cool way of
the stage, the three children went down to the speaking made it seem the most natural thing in
house, with clean clothes and faces, and hair in a the world for them to stay a week or two longer.
wonderful state of smoothness. If wishes were horses then beggars would
Nirn4o and Rush took matches in their hands to ride," was Mrs. Primkins' irritating reply. "Wish-
be ready, and Robbie climbed up to the window to ing and hoping never brought anything to pass that
watch. After long and tiresome waiting, they ever I see in my experience. Waiting's the thing
heard the driver's horn, and knew that the stage for us to learn. Likely your ma's stopped over to
was coming round the corner. So both of them see somebody."
lighted matches, though with excited, trembling If they don't come to-morrow, I never can
hands, and set fire to long paper lighters which they wait till Monday," said Nimpo, excitedly.
had prepared. And then they stood and held "Hoity-toity 1 I guess you 'll have to," said
them, and gazed at the approaching red stage, Mrs. Primkins, mockingly. "You've got several


things to learn yet, my lady, though you're wheeling a wonderful little wheel-barrow, which
'mazin' wise in your own conceit." mother had brought for Robbie.
Nimpo felt that she could not stand another Robbie could not get by that, and Nimpo let go
word, so she went on up stairs. But on the way of his hand and rushed on alone.
she made a resolution: In a moment she was, to her surprise, sobbing
If they don't come to-morrow, I '11 get Sarah in her mother's arms.
down to the house, and stay there till they do Oh, mother! I'm so glad you've come!" was
come. I can't stand it here another day." all she could say.
But happiness was close by. The next morning, Then you prefer home to boarding, after all,
before they were out of bed, there came up the do you, dear ?" said her mother, kissing her.
attic stairs a joyful sound, although it was Mrs. Oh, mother! Nimpo broke out penitently,
Primkins' voice: "I've had nothing but trouble since you went
Children, your folks is coming. away I've got into more scrapes than ever in my
With a glad cry, Nimpo sprang out of bed, and life before I've spoilt your black alpaca dress,
tried to dress; but never were buttons so stubborn, and torn your white shawl, and-and-I can't tell
nor hooks and eyes so clumsy; never did strings half the mischief we 've done! "
get so tangled, nor hair so snarled; it seemed as "Well,, never mind now," said Mrs. Rievor;
if she should never get her clothes on. And "you can tell me by and by. Now come and see
there was Robbie calling excitedly for her to dress what I have brought you."
him too. And she led Nimpo into the parlor, while Mr.
As for Rush, he jumped into his clothes-as a Rievor, who stood in the doorway, waiting for
boy will-and was down stairs and half-way home Rush and Robbie, thought complacently of his
before Nimpo was ready to begin on Robbie. wife's improved health and the evident change for
At last, however, enough buttons were adjusted the better in his little girl.
to hold the clothes on, and without stopping to I shall not tell you of Nimpo's presents, and the
pack the trunk again, Nimpo and Robbie set off book of poems; for, glad as she was to get them,
on a run for home. they were nothing when compared with the best
Before they were half-way there, they met Rush, gift of all--her home and her mother.

(Translated 6y "PLYMOUTH ROCK," from the French sketch published in our April Number.)

WAS it not unfortunate ? Once it had been by a bride. She wore it at her wedding; she
worn to go to church every Sunday, to skate on wore it out walking, and when her husband be-
the pond on week-days, and, even to the last, it came a soldier, he also wore it in his cap during
went to school every morning, and it was found on the grand review.
all the smart little hats in the dressing-room, with And now," said little Kitty, "I am going to
the wings and pompons. But now, alas it has take the feather and make it good for writing. It
disappeared from Gertrude's dismantled hat, and looks to me precisely like a little red goose-feather;
it lies abandoned on the floor in the midst of the and I know that grandfather can make a pen of it
rubbish, and-can it be true ? Yes, it is about to write with."
to be swept up with the rubbish, and in another In fact, the grandfather could do it, and he did
minute thrown into the stove, it, and, in all your life, you have never seen such a
All is ended," sighed the poor little red feather. pretty little red pen.
But at the same moment little Kitty ran and Now, you must write a letter with this pen,"
glanced at the box where the sweepings were kept. said the grandfather.
Oh stop, Norah cried she. I want that Kitty then wrote a little letter, in straight lines,
feather,-I want it for my doll's hat. She is going and with punctuation, and sent it down to Norah
to be married." in the kitchen. Norah sent a reply by Phil, Kitty's
So the little red feather was saved, and was worn little brother. The reply was an apple tart which


had just come out of the oven. The children Kitty descended the stairs on a run to find her
seated themselves in a corner, and did honor to the friend.
collation; for they ate it all. During this time, Phil, going more slowly than
Now, let us go up into the garret," proposed his sister, filled his arms with blocks, soldiers and
Phil. They immediately set about collecting the animals; put the balls in his pockets, and took the
games, the dolls, the balls, the dishes, the trumpets, trumpets in his mouth. He immediately followed
the carriages, and all the objects serving for play- Kitty, but he forgot to bring the little red pine-
things that they could find, including the little red tree.
feather. Then they went up merrily to the attic, The latter remained then in the garret and
and chose for the field of their manoeuvres a large waited. It waited all night and the next day, all
space of unoccupied floor, which was lighted by a the week, and all the following week; but the chil-
narrow dormer window. Then they formed streets dren did not come.
and built houses with blocks. The dolls lived in It is still there, a little red pine-tree in the middle
the houses, and all the animals of Noah's Ark were of a dry plain. It remains standing there, and
pastured in the streets. thinks of life.
Here is a little red pine-tree," cried Phil, seiz- Formerly, it was a white feather in the wing of a
ing the red feather and planting it firmly in a mere bantam cock, and shook proudly in the poultry-
crack of the floor. yard. Then it underwent great changes; -became
So now it was a little red pine-tree; and how a red feather in a red wing, and traveled about on
proud it felt! The camel and the elephant came Gertrude's hat. Then, from change to change, it
to lean against it, and a long file of tin soldiers has happened that its destiny is now to be a little
were placed all around, whilst Kitty and Phil blew pine-tree, abandoned in a desert.
the trumpets. But it will not be always thus. Before long, the
Kitty Kitty come down cried a cheerful joyful children will go up into the garret to give
voice at the foot of the stairs. Your mamma themselves up anew to their plays, and you may be
says that you can come to my house to tea." sure that they will not leave this little red feather
Oh, it is Nettie Haven! cried Kitty, who felt standing any longer in the crack. Its adventures
beside herself with joy. She wants me to go to will begin again. So this is the best thing to do,
her house to take tea. There, now I will carry to keep itself quiet while it can, and to profit by
the dolls, and you take the rest, Phil! delivering itself to meditation.

The above is not a perfect translation, but it is very good. A press of matter prevented its insertion in our June number. The names
of many translators of this sketch were published last month. Translations have since been received from Irene S. Hooper, Marion Mer.
rill, Laura Tomkins, and Scott O. McWhorter.
The translation of the Latin story'in the June number will be published next month, when we expect also to have a French story.


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I WONDER," thought Pompey, the dog, "what that fly
will do when he gets to the top of that board ? Will he
jump off, or fly off, or just stop ? What a lot of legs he has!
Or, perhaps they are arms. He has too many for such a lit-
tle fellow. I am glad I am not a fly." And the fly, who


was looking backward at Pompey, thought to itself, "I won-
der why that dog is sitting there so still ? Why does he not
climb up a board ? I am glad I am not a dog."


THERE Was once a bumble-bee who used to go every day
to gather honey, and as he was the most of the time away
from home, he could not keep his house neat and tidy.. So
he got a motherly-looking old mouse to keep house for him.
The next day, after the mouse had finished her morning's
work, and was out of doors to get a breath- of fresh air, a
mud-dauber came along. He said, Good morning, Mrs.
Mouse! What are you doing here?"
She answered, I am keeping house for Mr. Bumble-bee."
Can I come and live with you ? said the mud-dauber.
Oh no! she replied. We cannot have anyone who
daubs mud around the house." So he went away.
Then came a rat. How are you, Mrs. Mouse ?" said he.
" I would like to live with you."
"No, Mr. Rat, you cannot," said the mouse, for you
will eat our cheese and gnaw our table-cloths." So the rat
went away.
He had just gone, when a large grey hen came along. She
also asked the mouse if she might live with her.
The mouse said, What can you do, old hen ? "
The hen said she could lay a fresh egg every day. So the
mouse told her she might stay. The hen soon found some
straw and laid an egg. The mouse went to a neighbor's
house and got some cheese. Just then, the bumble-bee came
home with some honey. So they had a fresh egg, some
cheese and honey for dinner, and they were all well pleased.


./'-C -- .. house-cleaning time. It appears he had once been
> t$V. -- 'V Av :.. i a servant to a learned professor, and so had picked
-J -- : up any number of big words.
." Oh, girls !" said Maggie, you just ought to
S .'- have heard him! When mamma proposed to him
Sto yellow-wash the kitchen walls, he stood up just
like a dandy and said:
S. '. 'Miss Palmer, marm, if you'11 allow me to
-.- speak differentially about dis matter, white-wash
'- would be appropriate, as discoloration of smoke
a '- i nd multifarious pitching gases is more conspicu-
t ouser on yellow-wash, marm.' And when mamma
asked him what he would charge for white-washing
Sthe hall ceiling, he made such a bow, and said:
S' Can't say circumstantually, marm. The al-
S titude of my charge, marm, will depend on the
Selewation of the walls.'"
IT was such an. old, old newspaper !-all creased
How do ye do, young folks? Gather close, my and torn and yellow, and yet the minister, as he
dears, and we '11 discuss things in general: unfolded it, handled it as though it were precious
WILD TURKEYS AND PECAN NUTS. gold. He had finished his Sunday sermon, and
St g w t was walking home from the meeting-house with
IT' the greatest wonder to me that the wild his wife across lots. They came close by me, and
turkeys down in Texas don't choke to death every stood still to look at the paper, talking about its
day of their lives. No, I don't mean exactly that; being such a treasure, and how Sally should have
but my children will understand me when I tell it and take care of it after they were gone, and
them what the creatures live on. A knowing bird reading over the name and the date just as if it was a
from that part of the world told me all about it. verse of poetry- Washington Federalist, Monday,
All through the grazing lands of Texas, it ap- May 24th, 1802. They were not young folk; but
pears, the wild turkeys congregate in great num- as nobody except me was around, he put his arm
bers. They go to their roost in single file, hun- about her neck while she read one of its notices:
dreds of them on foot, or, if flying, on a sort of DlED.-At Mount Vernon, on Saturday evening laft, MRs.
hop, skip and jump, touching the ground and run- MARTHA WASHINGTON, widow of the late illuftrious GEN. GEORGE
nlng a step or two every minute. They live alto- WASHINGTON.
gether on pecan nuts, and swallow them whole at those amiable and chritian virtue which adorn the female
gather on pecan nuts, and swallow them whole at character she added dignity of manners, superiority of understanding,
that. You'd think this would kill them; but, no, a mind intelligent and elevated.
it makes them fat and flourishing. These pecan The silence of refpectful grief is our beft eulogy.
trees, low and spreading, are something like our BLUE STOCKINGS.
Northern oaks, but they are not half so large.
Unfortunately for the poor turkeys, the pecan I AM always glad when the pretty little school-
nuts make their flesh very sweet and tender, and teacher walks down to our meadow with her girls,
so the sportsmen are f soon after them, tracking for there's a shady mound close by where they often
them to their roosting grounds, where they shoot sit and rest, and then she is pretty sure to tell them
them without mercy. something worth hearing. Here is the substance
I don't like sportsmen. Give me the Bird- of a little speech she made the other day, when a
defenders. quick-eyed little maid asked her what people meant
MAD WOLVES. when they called a lady a blue-stocking:
TALKING of Texas, did you ever hear about the "About one hundred years ago," said the
wolves they have there? They are ugly-looking teacher, "one Mrs. Montague, who lived in Lon-
fellows, but do not attack people unless provoked. don, introduced the fashion of 'conversation par-
They go mad more commonly than dogs do, and ties,' where ladies and gentlemen could meet and
in that state will give other animals hydrophobia. have pleasant and profitable chats. At that time
I heard some army officers say that once when they card-playing was very fashionable, and cards were
were' stationed in Texas, a mad wolf got into their almost the only things talked of at parties; but sen-
encampment and bit six of their dogs. Poor dogs sible ladies were pleased with Mrs. Montague's new
There were twenty-four of them' at 'that time in the fashion of talking about books and, art, instead of
encampment, but for safety sake, they were, every clubs and spades. Learned gentlemen, too, flocked
one of them, shot the next morning, to her parties. Johnson, the great author, was often
present, and when he began to talk, the company
LOFTY LANGUAGE. would gather around him, four and five deep,
You should have heard the children laugh! drinking in every word he said.
They were all going to the brook for cresses, and Among the gentlemen who came to these nice
little Maggie Palmer was telling them about a parties, there was a Mr. Benjamin Stillingfleet,
negro man that her mother had engaged during who wore blue stockings, and so some of the small

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wits of the day nicknamed the parties 'blue-stocking water over the trees,-do you ask, my dears ?
clubs.' Other small wits and critics took up the Ah! knowledge is a wonderful thing. The trav-
funny term, and soon the journals were full of long elers did n't explain the matter at all. Make haste
articles about 'blue-stocking clubs.' Many be- to learn and tell me all about it.
lived that the ladies who attended them wore blue A WORD FOR HORSES.
stockings. After awhile, every lady who devoted YOUNG gentlemen! Fourth of July is coming,
a considerable portion of her time to reading was and the American face of nature will soon be hardly
nicknamed a blue-stocking.' The silly term has more thn one immense pack of fire-crackers
come down to our day, and foolish people who lighted at all corners. So far, so good. It can't
want to be witty, even now sometimes call a well- be helped, I suppose. But I want to put in a word
S ^ ^ S ^'a blue-stockings be helped, I suppose. But I want to put in a word
educated lady 'a blue-stocking.' But, you see," for the animals, especially for the poor horses.
said the teacher, smiling, it is the gentlemen who Birds can fly up in the air out of reach, and dogs
ought to bear the name, if it is used at all, since a can slip into quiet corners, tails down, as they do,
gentleman was the original 'blue-stocking.' poor things i but horses often are hitched to wag-
GERMAN EMIGRANTS. ons, and what not, and can't easily get out of the
TWENTY thousand of them came over to America way. Now gunpowder, with its flash and its bang,
during four months of the year 1873-little yellow- is a trial to them. They're afraid of it. It makes
ish fellows, with nimble legs, good voices and brave them quiver and tremble from head to foot, and if
hearts, they don't run away from it, dashing their harness
To settle in the West? and wagons po pieces, it's because they're prin-
Bless you, my dears no; to settle on perches; cipled against giving way to their fears. Remem-
to live in cages, and fill home-walls with music. ber this, my boys : For once, you have the stronger
Their ancestors came from the Canary Isles, but animal at a disadvantage. Be manly, if you are free
they were born and bred in the Hartz Mountains of and independent.
Germany, and brought over here in little bits of A BIRD THAT CAN'T FLY.
cages almost by the shipload. Be kind to them, WHAT should you think of a bird that could not
my children, fly ? All the birds that I know can fly, even the
ATTENTION, COMPANY! hens, though they are rather clumsy about it; but
Now, this isn't go- I am told there are some that cannot. The Auks,
ing to be a general belonging to a not very graceful family called
drill, nor a Fourth-of- Alca (or Alcidce), have such very short wings that
July oration. It is just they are of no sort of use to fly with. Their legs,
Jack's salute to the too, are so short, and set so far back, that the poor
noble army of Bird- things can hardly walk.
S defenders lately started Then how do they get about and find their food?
S e by ST. NICHOLAS, and It was a good-natured Irish sailor who was talking
now fast growing to about it, and he said that all their walking' was
be a thousand strong. done by swimming. Their broad, webbed feet
_ei All honor to the or- make the best of oars, while even their short stumps
ganization, says Jack, of wings are useful as paddles, and as our naut-
gand a long life of use- ical Irishman said, they get over the ground by
I/ fulness to it! swimming which is the best way for thim, seeing'
the ground where they live is mostly weather "
I HARDLY know what to make of this. Lately I I HEAR that ST. NICHOLAS is advertising a
heard some travelers talking about having sailed in patented thing, warranted to blow a hundred soap-
a boat over a forest of tall trees-some standing, bubbles. Warranted to blow them,-think. of
some fallen, and all bare and dead. Yes, there that, my children! as if the great charm of blowing
they are, trunks and branches complete, away down bubbles were not the uncertainty of getting any at
under the waves, and so they are called submarine all It makes me furious to think of the effect such
forests, marine standing for sea, and sub for under, a tool as this would have upon one's character.
Where are these wonderful forests ? Likely as not, these new-fangled bubbles, so
Why, pretty far away, I must admit; just off the blown, are warranted not to burst. Pah think of
coasts of France and England, the travelers said,- it, ye youngsters who have made the real ones-
though I remember they did speak of one in the the floating, picture-y, beautiful things that go
Bay of Fundy, if you know where that is. out in a diamond twinkle while you are looking
At certain points, when the tides are very low at them. Now, I '11 wager that these hundred
off the English coast, and the water is very clear, bubbles of Mr. What-you-call-'im go rolling about
the people sometimes go out in boats to look down the house until they are dusty. May be the chil-
under the water at the poor dead trees. And some- dren hurt themselves sometimes by stubbing their
times they see among the fallen branches the ant- toes against them, and papa scolds the servants for
lers of dead deer, and sometimes the fishermen allowing such dangerous things to lie around.
hook up elephants' teeth. Bubbles, indeed! If any of them come bumping
How did the trees get under the water, or the against Jack, one of us will burst-see if we don't.



HENRY B. C., who must have swallowed an encyclopedia in his piano, is played by means of keys, that strike the chords; and the
infancy, wishes us to tell the boys and girls that "The glorious name is derived from the Latin-clavis, a key, and chorda, a string."
Fourth" is n't the only historical thing July has to boast of. England
and Scotland, he says, were united on July 20, 1706; and the terrible
French Bastile was destroyed on July 14, 1789. Besides these, he ERNEST O. F.-We think "Seven Historic Ages," by Arthur Gil-
instances: Painting in oil colors invented by John Van Eyck, July, man (published by Hurd & Houghton), will give you just the infor-
1410o; first newspaper published in England, July 28th, xo88; des- nation you need. It is a very small book, and is invaluable for all
traction of Spanish Armada, July 27th, x588; battle of Boyne, in young students, especially for thosewho, like yourself, are "forced to
which William the Third conquered James the Second, July ist, study how and when you can, and always under difficulties." It
1690; Braddock's defeat, July 9th, 1755; battle of Ticonderoga, July will form a firm framework on which you may weave every shred of
8th, 1758; Revolution in Paris, July 3d, 1789; Union Act of Ireland, history that you are able to pick up.
July 2d, 80oo; Atlantic telegraph completed, July, r866; Venice
free, July, 1866. Moreover, he tells us that Archbishop Cranmer was New York, April 21st, 1874
born in July, 1489; Mary de Medicis and John Calvin in July, 1509; DEAR ST. NICHoLAS: I have something to tell that, I think,
and among his long list of other July babies, we have Blackstone, the would interest your readers, which is the reason why I write.
great legal authority, 1723; Klopstock, the eminent German poet, I am employed in an office down here, in Wall street, where I am
1724; Mrs. Siddons, the famous tragedienne, and Flaxman, the pain- very often left alone; and sitting here, about two months ago, I noticed
ter, 755-not to mention the father nd the grandfather of Henry little mouse come out of the lower cupboard of my desk and pick up
mention the father and grandfather of Henry a crumb and then run back with the crumb in his mouth. As soon
B. C. himself! as all the clerks had left, I opened the door, and there were four
young mice and one old one, all rolled in a heap in an old map. I have
A LITTLE SYRACUSE GIRL, eight years old, "has a way of mak- fed them every day at just 12 o'clock since, and at 12 all five mice
ing verses, her mamma says, and the mamma writes them down for come out and run around my feet, and I can take them up in my
her. We are not fond of encouraging such literary ways in our little hands and they will not run.
folk, but may be the robins would feel hurt if we refused to show the Is there not a flower called the Yictori Regis, and is it not larger
than the Rafflesia A rnoldia mentioned in your May Letter Box ?
the children her latest verses. So here they are: I also want to join the "Bird army," as well as my brother and
THE ROBIN. sister, whose names are Wally and Josie Stallknecht.
We all enjoy the ST. NICHpLAS very much, especially "Jack-in-
One day in early spring, the-Pulpit." His speaking of heliotropes reminds me of a mignon-
I heard a robin sing: nette I saw in a florist's window. The bunch of flowers was nine
Tweet! Tweet! Tweet/ Chihpetty deedle dee!" inches long, and very fragrant; that is the largest mignonnette I ever
And I thought how sweet it sounded, saw.-With many wishes of success, I remain, yours affectionately,
As the cheery chirp resounded H. SEDGWICK STALLKNECHT.
Over hill and dell and tree,
"Tweedle dee a" Y es, there is a very large flower called Victoria Regia, found in
Guiana and Brazil. But while its leaves measure from three to six feet
But a snow-storm later fell across, the flower itself does not equal in size the Rafflesia A rnoldia,
Over hill and tree and dell, which we may, therefore, safely name "the biggest flower in the
And the robin (pretty robin !) flew away from me. world."
But when summer comes, and heat, wo
I shall hear his song so sweet:
"Tweet! Tweet! ChiffAetty deedle dee! Utica, N. Y., May 4th, 1874.
Tweedle dee!" DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I like your magazine very much indeed,
and, though I know you are burdened with a great many letters,
-The best thing that could happen to you would be just I thought I would write you to tell my experience in boatbuilding.
SusiE.-The best thing that could happen to you would be just I have made a pleasure boat, something like one described in the
what you so dread,-"to be taken to China." You might get used August number of Our Young Folks, in 1872. I did not follow that
then to what you call "the dreadful slits of eyes that the Chinese exactly, as I did not want so large a boat, but I got my ideal from
have, and those disgusting chop-sticks." In the very next sentence that. Any boy of fourteen, who has a knack at carpentering, can
of your letter you say you never saw any chop-sticks. Then how do make one easily, and with very little expense.
know they are disgusting? They are not just lke big drum- Mine cost me just about ten dollars, boards, paint, irons, and all.
you know they are disgusting? They are not just like big drum- If the boys have nothing much to do this summer vacation, I advise
sticks, as you imagine, but are Ettle things about eight inches long, them to start a boat, that is if they live anywhere near a pond or
resembling a common pen-holder, and are made of bamboo or ivory, river. They can sell it in the end, and make quite a little sum by it.
They come in pairs, and when in use are both held in the right hand, I have had several offers for mine already, and intend to sell it and
between the thumb, and forefinger. Mrs. Nevins, a missionary's commence another this summer.-Truly yours,
wife, who has written about China, says that the Chinese find as much A BOATBULER.
difficulty in using knives and forks as we do in using chop-sticks.
They can take up objects so small that they would fall between the THE BIRD-DEFENDERS.-Surely the birds will sing a gladder song
tines of a fork, and they consider them much more suitable and con- this summer than ever before! Scores of boys and girls have joined
venientthan any implement we use in eating. To their view, the Mr. Haskins' army,* pledging themselves not to harm or molest
use of chop-sticks is an evidence of superior culture; and they insist birds in any way, and still the names come pouring in. If we could
that the use of such barbarous instruments as knives and forks, and give the notes sent by the young recruits, they would show how heart-
cutting or tearing the meat from the bones on the table, instead of ly in earnest the children are in this movement; but the Letter Box
having the food properly prepared in the kitchen, are evidences of a would not hold a tenth part of them. After giving one or two short
lower order of civilization. notes, we must be content, therefore, with printing the new names.
We'll.hope, Susie, that as you grow more charitable, some little Wilmington, Del., April 22, 1874.
Chinese girl will become charitable also, and feel willing to let us use DEAR ST. NICHOLAS. I would like to tell Robbie Prather, through
our disgusting knives and forks a little while longer, you, to please add my name to his list of Bird-defenders.
NED.-Your Hidden Rivers are too simple for the Riddle Box. Canton, Stark Co., Ohio.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We have seen that pledge in the May
"I was so much interested in Gertrude number of the ST. NICHOLAS, and we want to sign our names right
JOHN PERINE C. writes : "I was so much interested in Gertrude's away, and join Mr. Haskins' army of Bird-defenders; and we will
letter about the clavichord and the origin of the name of piano-forte,_______aynoMssrfBder
that I think perhaps some of the boys and girls may like to be told For information in regard to Mr. Haskins' army, see December
something that I have since found out: The clavichord, like the No. of ST. NICHOLAS, page 72, and Letter Box of Nos. 6, 7 and 8.

1874.1 THE LETTER BOX. 561

try and see how large a list of names we can get from this town.- Do you know, dear little children, who has sent the joyous Spring-
Truly yours, (Signed) tide,
Mary Morris, Katie Bachert, Lizzie Hill, J. M. Sholty, Cora Wal- And the flowers, bright and blooming, to cheer us on our way?
cutt, Eva Ingram, Clara Palmer, Susie Kugler, Gracie Ballard, 'T is the good and kindly Father of a paradise above us,
Eita Essig, C. W. Chapman, Ella S. Flohr, Lizzie C. Foreman, And we children ought to thank Him for his goodness every day.
Annie M. Foreman, Mellie K. Frederick, Flora B Becher,
Edwin Smith, Orpha Stanley, Lttie C. Ingram, Katie Hay- I must tell you how much I like the Roll of Honor. I have asked
hurst, Maggie J. Becher, Nettle Skelton, Ernest Bachert, Willie two little girls to subscribe, and they both say they will see. Is n't
Bachert, arry Hill, Fannie Bachert, W. G. Owen, Anna Rob- that nice? I am going to try some more.-Your loving little friend,
inson, Mary P. Morris, Sallie Robinson. LOTTIE G. WHITE.
Here comes a Brattleboro' girl with her list: April 2ad.
A MAN-KITE.-MY DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Can you tell me how
Brattleboro', Vt., April 3oth, 1874. a kite in the shape of a man is made and rigged ? If you are not
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have obtained the enclosed sixty sig- able to oblige me, perhaps some of your readers would he able to do
natures to the pledge about killing birds, printed in the May number so. B. U.
of ST. NICHOLAS.-Yours respectfully, LIZZIE F. SCHUSTER.
Boys.-Theodore Kirkland, Fred. Stevens, Walter Walker, Harry ALDEBARAN.-You are right in regard to the signatures to rebuses.
Miller, Gussie Gautert, Harry Wright, Freddie Howe, Neddie We are very glad that you appreciate the ST. NICHOLAS "Jingles"
Hadley, Willie Ahers, Jonnic Drown, Eddie Atherton, Louis
Horner, Harry Knight, Willie Devine, Willie Nash, Fred so highly, and we trust many other boys will see as clearly as you do
Hastings, Martie Austin, Hollie Reed, Jimmie Moran, Eddie the lessons that some of them are designed to teach.
GIRLS.-Merab Kellogg, Emma Fay, Nellie Goodrich, Mary Brown, R h i g i i
Ann E. Brown, A. S T-4::;;., T. S. Higginson, S. 1. ROBBIE N.-We shall giveyou a good "speaking piece" next'
Bradley, J. P. Miles, li..... i .. E. B. Howland, S. C. month.
Wells, M. E. Wells, May S. Cutts, Mamie Howard, Lizzie F.
Schuster, Lillie Brooks, Alice Brooks, Annie Wyman, Emma BENNIE S. COOKE, only eight years old, sends the editor a French
Houghton, Emily Bradley. translation, in his own handwriting, of" Red-top seeing the World,"
Boys AND MEN.-W. C. Bradley, J. D. Bradley, R. C. Bradley, C. in the Ma number of ST. NICHOLAS.
F. Schuster, in the March number of ST. NICHOLAS.
M\EMBERS OF CHACE STREET SCHOOL, BRATTLEBORO', VT.-Lina Well done, Bennie! Many of our boys and girls have turned our
Holbrook, Ida Curtis, Addie Foster, Emma Dickinson, Lillie French stories into English, but you are the first one who has turned
Ketting, Frederika Horner, Esther Thomas, Lucy Atherton, our English into French.
Minnie Baker, Mamie Howe, Emma Horner, Belle Smith, Hat-
tie Alden, Fannie Guild, Katie Austin, Belle Guild, Louise Den-Arrow" wrs tt
nison, Annie Buggel, Nettie J. Knight, Teacher. SCRIBE'S WORD, AND OTHERS.-" Arrow writes that Scribe's
word in the May Letter Box must be "facetiously" or "abstemiously."
META GAGE, of the Sandwich Islands, writes: I willjoin the army LauraA. F. says itis "abstemiously," and she makes 780 good English
of Bird-defenders with heart and hand." And the same post brings words out of its letters, thereby beating Scribe, if her answer be cor-
the names of nineteen more boys and girls, who pledge themselves as rect; for he made only 250 words. Bessie," of Lake Superior,
Bird-defenders: Edward Seaman, Long Illand; Hattie 'E. Alvord, sends the answer "facetiously," in the form of an enigma, in which
of New York; Edith K. Harris and Mary A. Harris, of Grosse Isle, "the next three-fifths of my third syllable is what Micawber used to
Michigan; Frank A. Taber, Poughkeepsie; John Fremont, Green, pay his debts with;" and several others from various parts of the
Minn. ; Laura A. Freeman, Tadmor, Ohio; Roy Wright, Henry country echo "facetiously." Are they right, Scribe? Certainly the
L. Morris, A. L. Williams, Edith Carpenter, Fanny Burton, Annie word fulfills your conditions of containing all the vowels in their
C. Pearson, Jeanie S. Pearson, Nellie E. Lucas, Minna Kisehagen, proper order. "Abstemiously has the same peculiarity, but it con-
H Sedgwick Stallknecht, and his brother and sister, Wally and tains one more consonant than the other.
Josie Stallknecht. Ellen G. Hodges makes 180 words out of the letters of Metro-
politan," and Julia Bacon challenges the boys and girls to find more
ANSWER TO CHARL'S EXAMPLE IN JUNE LETTER Box. than sixty-three good English words in common use, in the word
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 o "Ecclesiastical."
THE CHERRYFIELD CAT.-Not long ago, we met with this para-
ROBBIE HADDow.-We are glad you are so much interested in graph in one of the New York papers:
Jack-in-the-Pulpit. Jack is full of fun; but he is careful, when he AN AFFECTIONATE CAT.-Recently Daniel E. Nichols, of Cherry-
offers information, to give it correctly. You need never be afraid to field, Me., died, and shortly after the funeral the family cat, which
"accept his facts." Mr. Nichols had always petted, was observed for several nights to
leave the house and return the next morning covered with mud. On
following puss, it was discovered that she went directly to the grave,
EXCELSIOR."-We are glad you are "going to study German, so where she had dug a hole to the coffin in the endeavor to find her
as to translate the German stories in ST. NICHOLAS," but we cannot kind master.
tell you how long it will take you to be able to join in the fun." Wishing to ascertain the exact truth in regard to this wonderful
Study hard for five months, and then, probably, you'll be able to tell story, we wrote, as follows, to Cherryfield, enclosing the paragraph
us. We shall be much pleased to see your first translation, and addressing our letter, at a venture, to Mrs. Nichols.

-" DEAR MADAM: Is this account literally tine? or is it one of the
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS I must write a letter to the ST. NICH- fictions that so often creep into the newspapers ? You will oblige me
OLAS," I said to mamma the other day, "and say how much I like very much by replying per enclosed envelope, and by returning the
the stories in it." Mamma said I might, so here is the letter, paragraph. Is the cat living, and what kind of a cat is it?-Yours
Dear ST. NICHOLAS, you cannot think how glad I am when, respectfully, .
every month, the postman brings you to me. I think I like "Nim-
po's Troubles" best of all the stories. In a few days the reply came, and believing that it will deeply in-
1 am eight and a-half years old, and I go to school. Every Friday terest not only our boys and girls, but all persons who believe cats to
we speak pieces, and last week I spoke the piece about "Sweet- be capable of real affection, we print it entire.
heart's Valentine." Cherryfield, Me.
I sometimes write little rhymes, and as mamma likes this best of DEAR MAAM As you wish to know the truth in regard to what
them all, I send it to you. I wrote it a few days ago. has been said about our cat of notoriety, I have no other object in
SPRING IS COMING. view than the truth, so I will tell you of the circumstances, and you
can judge for yourself
Spring is coming, little children; Spring has come with fairy foot- The kitty was only nine months old when my husband died, and
steps; no one but himself ever petted her. From the commencement of his
And hyacinths and crocuses are springing all around, sickness she would go into his room daily, and stand and put her
The warm, bright sun is shining, paws on the bedside and look at him until he spoke to her, and then
And green grass-blades entwining, would leave and not return until the next day.
And the snow is gone, and melted is the hard and frozen ground. After his death we could hardly keep her out of the room, but she


did not make any noise until he was buried. Then she began to "BETSEY TROTWOOD."--As thefi-st puzzle of your budget is not
search and cry about the house, and would lie down by his clothes or original, we cannot venture to put the rest in our Riddle Box, for fear
under his bed for hours, and she did so for the first week; the second that they, too, have been printed before.
week she would leave the house, and be gone all night at first, then
she would stay longer-a night and day, and at the end of the week
she would be gone two or three days at a time; and what made it," ,
strange to us was that she left a young kitten. We feared she was "ELAINE," whose verse was printed in our March Letter Box,
dead, because she had pined away to a mere skeleton before she left. wishes us to state that the poem supposed to be sent by her mother,
On her return home the last time, she came before we heard of the was forwarded to ST. NICHOLAS by another person, without the
cavity in the grave. We noticed she was looking terribly rough and knowledge of either her mother or herself.
muddy, and were curious to know about it.
As soon as I heard of the state of the grave, I went to satisfy my-
self about the matter, being suspicious that it was the work of the cat S. H. WHIDDEN-We are always pleased to receive ood and
during her absence. I found the hole newly filled, but on inquiry
found it was about the size of a cat, and was dug entirely to the coffin. original puzzles from subscribers.
I was the more convinced that it was the cat, from the fact that she
did not leave the house after, but continued her search and still refused Cambridge, April 28, 1874.
her food; and I think she would have died, had not my son returned r i r
home from Massachusetts, and taken it upon himself to pet and nurse DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I take your magazine, and read it, and
her so that she is now living and has become like her former self. ie e
She has other remarkable traits-will not allow a child to be corrected I have got twenty-five hens, and they have laid, since June 22,
without interfering. 1873, three thousand eggs,-an average of twenty-one a day. I have
You may say, after all this long account of the cat, that it does not got Brahmas, Leghorns, Dorkns, Cochins, Black Spanish, Houdans.
prove that it was she that dug the hole in the grave. I know that: Yours truly, J. ERNEST FARNHAM.
but did you know her as I do, you would not hesitate to believe it. Can any of our young poultry-raisers beat this?
She is of the common sort of cats, and her color is light grey and
white. I would not part with her, but yet I fear her sometimes. I -
would not have written as much, only that I wished you to know the JIMMY CHRISTIAN, W. L. Cowles, Minnie L. Gay, Nelly S. Colby,
circumstances, as you were so desirous to know the truth of the thing. A i R Wrig, ir, r,
You can judge for yourself. I do not doubt it in the least-Yours Anery Lee, Lizzie M. K., Roy Wright, Hetty Richards, "Pearl,
respectfully, MRS. D. E. NICHOLS. F. E. D., Edwin E. Slosson, Remo, Libbie Van Doom, Lily B.,
Flo," Keziah, Claire, Julia, Lizzie L. Bloomfield, "Emerald," Paul
ISAAC W. HALL.-You will find the prices of the required tools De S., Harry F. Griscom, C. W. Perine, Frank M. Ulmer, J. P. S.,
given in the article on Wood-Carving, in the December number. V. G. Hoffman, Annie D. Latimer, Lottie G. White, W. L. Rodman,
John R. Eldridge, J. McCormick, Netty Harris, "Pansy," Ellen G.
ROSINA EISEN, OF BERMUDA.-Your clever translation of "Jack Hodges, Louise King, Abner J. Easton, "Arrow," May S. Jenkins,
Rytzar's Breakfas'," was received too late to be credited with the "Gerty Guesser," T. E. D;, J. F. G., and others:
other translations. Dear young friends, if we had space, we should be glad to print
your notes in the Letter Box. As it is, we can only thank you
BYRON R. DEMING, who lives in Arcata, the most western town in warmly for your hearty and encouraging words, and rejoice in the
California, and so could not be on time, sent good descriptions of the genuine delight you appear to take in ST. NICHOLAS, and in the
fish in Mr. Beard's picture in our March number. many ways in which it meets your special needs.


(Fill the blanks by successive bekewdings.) I AM composed.of three.syllables, of which my first is
THE driver gave abundant not quite sane; my second has to confess that it owns
That when he drove along the only three-quarters of a head; my third belongs to
He would avoid the rocky either a dish or a part of a gentleman's dress; and my
And bring them safely home; whole is the name of a Jewish council. F. R. F.
So happy-hearted Jennie -
Rode fearlessly beside her PUZZLE.
Till, luckless moment! they went You may make me a nickname,
No more again to roam. J. P. B. May lay me neathh your feet;
May place on me rare china,
PICTORIAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC. Ormud from out he street.

!,, I j OAc. / s,&-I I'm planted by the farmer,
S "'" .'..-" Converted into bread;
i Admit me to your temper,
r | 7All will your coming dread.
: -.-- s- -- To win my last two portions
All men do much desire;
And though they may increase me,
1 Still more they will require.

t My whole,-you 've guessed it, surely!

May bless their happy fates. M. D. N.

18741 THE RIDDLE BOX. 563



[Prefix the same letter to each of these pictures, and make a word of it (twelve words in all).

MY own love, stay, the choicest hours ONE sees more perfect .
Of passing day may yet be ours; The teacher will me if well.
Hope stops to whisper in mine ears, In our charities when our gifts are -
And drives away all lingering fears. A. s. wisely.
He the on a stone pedestal.
DROP-LETTER PUZZLE. The of the polish was an increased -
It would no one of the of men from agri-
(Every other letter it omited.) culture, to tell them that the owner of added to
P t c k p t c k b k r n This ANSPO
S loatrsatse n The -- kindof coring would please me for-
St tnr 1 iadak i mi of flowers, on fruit which form a-gt article in
Ado snhoefraynm ." potteries. J. P. B.
CLASSICAL ENIGMA. PART of a boat; a conveyance; an island; a terri-

7, 24 is, in the old Latin religion, the god of the lower agri-P.
world. My 16, 9, 17, 19, I is the physician of the
Olympian gods. My 4, 17, 12, 17, 2, 8 is an Athenian, RIDDLE.
a son of Ion and father of the Argonaut Butes. My 20, MY f 4, 5 and 7 are written in Greek; my 2 and 3
7> 4, 17, 22 .is a people of Celtic Gaul. My 18, 9, are in Oriental; my 6 is in Latin; and my whole is in
17, I, 5, i9 is a goddess among the Romans who pre- plin English,-familiar as a household word,-a name
sided over funerals. My 17, 6, 19, 4, 7, 26 is one of the applied to both girls and boys. c. c.
suitors of Penelope mentioned in the Odyssey. My 21,
t, 1, 19, 10, 17 is a daughter of Enarete, and my 19, SEVENTEEN CONCEALED LAKES.
7,.24 is, in the old Latin religion, the god of the lower

17,w2,6, 7, 6, who is the d physician of the winds. My 25, 20,
9, 18, 5, it is one of the MusAes. My 23, 17, 20, 9, 6, "WELL done, Ida! How energetic you are! Eva,
22, z6 is a celebrated Egyptian deity. My 22, 26, 23, 2, now for the news."
20, 14, 9 is a surname of Diana. My 13, 7, 6, 17, 20, "Well, this morning Phil mentioned that Uncle
8, 25, 23 is an ancient Italian divinity. My whole forms Leonard, Aunt Constance, and their little one, Gay, ar-
three characters in mythology; the first being a sur- rived on the noon train, yesterday. They could not stop
name of Diana, as indicating the goddess that shines at Oswego, as the locomotive gave them but a half-
during the night season, the second, one of the Muses, minute. Is that thunder ? I expect to catch a drench-
and the third, a beautiful youth, son of the river-god, ing; but if I do not catch any cold, will enjoy galloping
Cephisus, and the nymph, Liriope. ALDEBARAN. over there. Thanks for your kindness." E. H.




I AM a word of three syllables. My first and second ONCE B, once C, once F, thrice D;
form half the name of one of the most beautiful of Twice I, twice H, once L, thrice E;
Oriental languages ; my third is eaten by some nations, A's, two; R's, three; T's, two; N's, one;
and detested by others; and my whole is the name of a Now add S, U, and then you are done.
mountain in Turkey, celebrated in Scripture history by When these correctly are combined,
an event that occurred 1656 years after the creation of A well-known proverb you will find. TYPO.
tie world. F. R. F.

E -a- R M--blem.

NUMERICAL ENIGluA.-"Do not burn your candle at both ends." c O R A L
DO E ACROSTIC PICTURE. WaspPULE.-Hive, Bear 3. ELLIPSS.-ly. 4. Be. P ABacon.
^ _er_ B 6.Lamb. 7. Browning. 8. Cook. 9. Burns.

5. Gnat. R E IG N
I -c- E SPELLING LESSON.-i. B-0, R-bor. 2. D-0, R-dor. 3. G-L
V-erben-A E-gle. 4. M-0, R-mor. 5. P-E-N, D-pend. 6. B-L-E
E -a- R M4-bllem.
NUMLERICAL ENIGMIA.-"Do not burn your candle at both ends." CORAL
SOMlE HIDDEN INSECTS.-I. Wasp. 2. Ant. 3. Fly. 4. Bee. O PERA
5. Gnat. R E I GN
HIDDEN WORD.-Cross-cut saw. (See-arrow-do bless-see-
S x you-tea essay-double you.

ANSWERS to Something New : Language of tie Restless Irps," in addition to those credited in our June number, were received, pre-
vious to May r6, from Bessie Dickinson, Charles and Johnnie McGenniss,.Jennie Johnson, Florrie A. Ford, H. R. E., Johnnie Sher-
wood, Charles Morris, Estelle Parker, Typo," Arthur E. Smith, William Llewellyn Bauer, Mab," F. H. Eastwood, Mary A. Harris,
E. L. Dillman, "Kate," Rillie Cortleyon, Nellie S. Colby, Charles J. Gayler, Eva G. Wauzer, "Paul," Tillie F. Salter, "We Girls," Harry
Latham, Harry McCormick, jr, Sarah F. Finney, Ernest W. Clement, "Bessie" (of Michigan), Mabel Jameson, "One of the Restless
Imps," C. S. Patterson, "Annie and Minnie," Heman G. Crane, Frederic B. Studwell, Nellie F. Jenkins, Harry F. Griscom, Frank G.
Moore, Lucy R. Gillmore, Lily B., George B. McManus, Mrs. A. N. Littlefield, Fannie J. Burton, Mrs. George Copeland, Emily I. Smith,
Mary Lucia Hubbard, C. E. Dusenberry, Sam Sawder," H. L. Satterbee, Susie Brent, Ellen P. Smalley, Charlie K. Winslow, Nathaniel
G. Parks, Arthur Rose, "Musa," Libbie Van Doom, Ernest W. Keeler, Kittie E. Young, Janie Seawell, J. McCormick, Laura B. Tuttle,
G. W. Tuttle and A. C. Tuttle, Louise King, Jimmie Christian, "Anna," Lyman Baker, Henry A. Krause, Grace E. Rockwell, Carrie F.
Judd, Parker C. Choate, O. H. Babbitt and "Leghorn," S. W. H., Harry Horsland, Mattie Rosenthal, Effie C. Sweetser, Edward C.
Powles, Willie P. Siebert, E. R. J., Willie S. Burns, "Claire" for "Fannie and Jamie," Nellie Beach, Hampden Hoge, Daniel I. Pratt,
Theodore M., Willie Axtman, Minnie L. G., Charles H. Pelletreau, Katie Hunter, Henry K. Gilman, Alfred V. Sayre, Stevie H. Whidden,
" Bessie" (of Pennsylvania), Annie Moseley, Louis Shoemaker, Allie C. Moses, "Gerty Guesser," Fred. B. White, Thomas T. Baldwin,
Nellie M. Brear, Will R. Barbour, Mollie H. Beach, J. J. Greenough, James F. Dwiggins, L. H. B., Edgar L. R., Mabel Loomis, Clara
P. Crangle,'Harry M. D. Erisman, Mamie Perkins, "Edgar," A. Lovell, K. B. Cox, Keziah, Alice R. Cushing, Charles G. Corsor, J. G.
W., Tinnie A. Drummond, Ploomy," Sallie J. Whitsitt, Howard R. Lord, Nellie G. Hill, Mary Hopkins, "Nip," A. L. A- y, Bessie
De Witt, Charlie and Carrie Balestier, John Lyle Clough, Harry E. Knox, "Aldebaran," Louise F. Olmstead, "Hallie and Sallie," Rigely
Payne Randall, Roy Wright, Anna W. and Willie M. K. Olcott, Sam Melrose, Kate J. McFarland, Horace Ritchey, Minnie S. Homer, S.
Van Santvoord, Effie D. Tyler, Minnie C. Sill, Addie M. Sackett, Lulu S. Lothrop, George H. Hudson, F. H. Briggs, Jennie A. Wade,
Nellie P. Clarke, Amelia F. Nichols, L. Whitney, Fourth Ward," Georgie Marshall, H. L. C., "Max and Maurice," Master Harris,"
Erndst and Winnie White, and Annie Lee.
ANSWERS to other Puzzles in May number were received, previous to May 16, from Carrie L. Hastings, Mary Buttles, Arthur Goodwin,
John Hersh, Julia Bacon, Emma H. Massman, Edith Bennett, F. W. Randolph, Anery Lee, W. E. Birchmore, R. Cromwell Corner, Eddie
H. Eckel, Edward H. Saunders, A. D. Davis, Bessie Wells, C. W. Newman and T. T. Baldwin, Edgar Levy, Selina I. M. Long, Johnnie
Sherwood, "Kate," Charlie K. Winslow, Harry McCormick, Jr., Ernest W. Clement, Nathaniel G. Parks, Arthur E. Smith, Estelle Parker,
" Mab," Willie S. Bums, Claire for Fannie and Jamie," Typo," Libbie Van Doom, "Paul," Arthur Rose, Nellie Beach, George
Barrell and Oscar H. Babbitt, Nellie S. Colby, "One of the Restless Imps," Frederic Studwell, Harry F. Griscom, Lily B., Edward C.
Powles, Carrie S. Simpson, Edgar L. R., Alice R. Cushing, Totty," Nellie G. Hill, Minnie Thomas, A. L. A y, Charlie and Carrie
Balestier, Arnold Guyot Cameron, Horace S. Kephart, Louise F. Olmstead, "Hallie and Sallie," Hattie R., Sam Melrose, S. Van Sant-
voord, Minnie C. Sill, Addie M. Sackett, George H. Hudson, Elmer E. Burlingame, Lutie R. Munroe, Max and Maurice," Lulie M.
French, Jennie Grace Douglas, Mima G. Austin, Guerdon and Frank Cooke, S. Walter Goodson, Annie Lee, and Mary Green.

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