Pictorial proverbs for little people

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Pictorial proverbs for little people
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16 p : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Proverbs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1890   ( lcsh )
Cautionary tales -- 1890   ( local )
Bldn -- 1890
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Children's stories
Cautionary tales   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
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England -- London

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Date of publication from inscription.
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Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
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Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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S OLLY DUMPLING
was fond of playing Presently one of the matches broke ai
with fire. She had struck it and the lighted part falling on
often been told not to pinafore set it on fire.
do so, andwarnedthat She hastily dabbed the box on the f
she would be burnt. to put it out, but that caught light, too, the
But the delight she of the matches exploded and in a mo
had in watching the she was all ablaze !
bright flame of a She ran screaming to the street-door
lighted wisp the flames mounting above
of paper, b head.
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on a half- quickly pulled off his t
burnt piece coat wrapped the
of wood till girl in it, rolled
the red was on the ground
in a bright W bravely fought
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greater had put them
than her Of course he
fear of being burnt, her very muct
and as she was not that could n(
an obedient little helped !-he
girl she continued it to save her
to play with fire /Poor Dolly
whenever she had a carried to the
chance. pital, where sh(
One day, when her many, many wee
mother was out, Dolly great pain.
found a box of matches. When she was
She opened it and struck enough to be taken h
one on the side of the box no one knew her a
as she had seen her mother. From being a pretty, her
do. It was so delightful to hear the sharp, child she has become a poor, weak, miser
scraping noise, to see the little spark and then looking little creature.
the bright flame that Dolly struck another Her face, hands and arms are all sc
and another until the box was half-empty and her hair burnt off in patches And
and thefloor strewn with burnt ends of she is terribly afraid of all fire. She wil
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" 7 HAT is the matter?" cried Aunt
V Mabel, coming into the play-
room and finding Ethel in a perfect storm of
tears and reproaches.
"Jackie has spoilt all our chocolate soup,"
sobbed she. We had made it so nicely in
the saucepan you gave us, and then, when
Emma and I were getting our doll's dinner
service ready, he put all the bran out of poor
Lulu into it. You sha'n't taste a bit of our
nice dinner, you naughty boy," cried she in a
fresh burst of passion. We did mean to
invite him, Auntie."
I don't want any of your dinner," said
Jackie sulkily.


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so. There was,
beside the soup,
a. turkey cut
out of an apple, ".
some sausages
made of bread
and chocolate 1,--, '
crumbs, some
green peas for potatoes, a plum cake pudding,
and a plate of peppermint stick, with raisins
for dessert !
"How could you be so unkind as to spoil
the little girls' soup ?" said Aunt Mabel to
Jackie.
"Well, Auntie," replied Jackie, somewhat
ashamed of himself, I thought it wanted a
little more seasoning. But I am sorry I spoilt
it," added he.
Well, as he is sorry you must forgive
him, Ethel, and let him come to your dinner
party. You can have a dish of fish in the
place of the soup, and I will give you a
bath bun to make it of. There, kiss and be
friends, and don't forget another time, Jackie,
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TrHEY were both
scrambling over
the same stile at the o
same time. Matty was.
going to the village on -r
an errand; Ann across
the meadowwith a basket
of new-laid eggs for her I
Grandmother."
A nail at the top of
the stile tore Ann's frock,
and a bramble sticking
out did the same to
Matty's pinafore. 1
Matty was sadly trou- ,
bled about the hole, and "
looked at it several times ...
before she reached home. Whl,: i
she got there, she went irr ,e- .1 : it
diately to her tidy little work..::, '. n an .r,. ,r .t 'nce."
took out a needle and cotton, d -. ,.I..,n xs hLr GitndJ utI,:,-r Lade
to mend it. That didn't take long, as it was her, and did a few stitches, but she didn't
not a big hole. like sewing, and soon left off to play with the
Ann arrived at her kitten. Kitty in romping caught her claw in
Grandmother's with the slit, and tore it all the way down to the
the eggs all safe. bottom. Ann cried, and scolded the kitten. It
"Dear me," took her all that morning to mend the big tear.
exclaimed the old "Ah !" said her Grandmother, when at
lady, "you've last it was finished, "you should have
torn your mended the short slit, then you would not
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IV.

RICHARD was daring and heedless.
When you are daring and at the
same time iisely cautious you may do brave
things; but if you are only daring and careless
you are sure to come to grief some time or
other, and that was the case with Richard.
I will tell you what happened to him.
The midsummer holidays had come and he
went to spend them with his cousin Harry,
in a pleasant country house.
The first day passed off well enough, and the
next day they both went to a cricket match,


and on the third a school-fellow of
Harry's came to pass the day with him,
when the three boys found their amuse-
ment in and about the grounds of the
/house.
Presently Richard cried, "Let's play
I I at 'Follow my leader,' I'll be leader,"
and off he started, the other two follow-
ing wherever he went. He ran into the
\stable, jumped over the bar dividing

stable yard to the cow-house, up and
down a ladder which was resting against
Sit and into the poultry-yard. Then he ran
into the kitchen garden, across an onion bed and a parsleybed and climbed on to a
low wall that divided the-garden from the paddock. Before he had run along
half its length he stopped suddenly, faced the paddock and gave a good leap
into it. W Instead, however, of alighting
on firm' earth, he went plump into a A c
stagnant ditch which was covered with duck-
weed and rank herbage. On seeing him fall into the
ditch, the other two boys ran into the paddock by the
gate, whilst a stableman, who was passing, went to
Richard's assistance. They dragged him out of the
ditch, minus one of his shoes. The stableman scraped
the mud off his clothes as well as he could saying, as he
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ARGARET was eleven years old, and could embroider very well for her age.
Under the direction of Miss Judd, her governess, she was embroidering a
group of red and pink roses on a piece of pale brown satin, which was to
be made into a work-bag for her Mamma's birthday.
Margaret's great fault was untidiness. She seldom put things in their
place after she had done with them.
"See here, Margaret," said Miss Judd, holding up a skein of tangled
floss silk, this belongs to your work ; the housemaid found it on the stairs."
'How tiresome," said Margaret, taking the silk ; "that must have been Fido when I was
playing with him yesterday. It's no use now," said she tangling at the threads ; "it may
as well be burnt, I've plenty more," saying which she flung the spoilt skein on to the fire.
But the plenty more turned out to be only half a needleful, and there were yet three
petals to be worked in that colour.
How tiresome," said Margaret again, I thought I had a whole skein. But James has
to go into Jutford this afternoon; he can call and get me some more at Mrs. Pugh's."
So the half needleful was carefully wrapped in paper and given to James, who was in-
structed what to do when he arrived at Jutford.
In the evening, when James returned, he brought word that Mrs. Pugh had no more floss
of that shade but that when the London traveller called on Monday she would endeavour
to get some for the young lady.
Monday This was Thursday, and Mamma's birthday was on Saturday.
Poor Margaret burst into tears. What shall I do? sobbed she. I shall not have a
birthday present for my dear Mamma: she will think me so unkind and negligent."
Well, my dear," said Miss Judd, gently drawing the little girl towards her, "you will
have to confess your carelessness and to tell Mamma that your present will not be finished
till next week."
"You must finish the embroidery as far as you can without the pink floss, and whilst you
/ are working repeat to yourself the good old proverb


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VI.


"' the tailor's son, Mike the cobbler,
S and Sally the surgeon's lass, all
brought chairs to mend, so Joe had
, I. plenty of work-more than he could
W' do. Last of all came Sam Softy
Carrying an old chair of his grand-
mother's, it had only three legs,
half a back, and no seat.
"What d'yer want done with
that?" asked Joe.
Mended," said Sam.
That can't be mended," said Joe. No-
body can mend that : 'tain't worth nothing at


JTF I had as much money as I could all."
Spend, I'd never go crying old Sam
chairs to mend." looked
That was Joe the chair-mender's song, as ruefully at
he sat at the road side mending chairs one the chair
fine spring morning. Poor Joe had a lame and
leg which made him limp, and the boys called scratched
him, old hop and go one." his head.
The villagers were all glad to hear Joe's Well,"
song, for it had been a hard winter, and they said he,
had sat indoors so much that the seats of my
their chairs were worn out. They came run- Granny
ning to him from all parts with their broken says as
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VII.
F RED and Mark, the squire's young sons, went into the field where the shepherd was separating a flock
of sheep. I'll help you, James," said Fred. You can't manage sheep, young master," said James
grinning. "Oh, yes, I can," said Fred, who was much given to boasting; I could manage a hulnred, I
know." "Well, let's see if you can keep these six in this corner, whilst I go a'ter t'others. Just stand in
the gap 'atween the two hurdles and keep 'em in."
All right," said Fred, taking his stand. "Let me help too," said Mark.
Can you hold these two hurdles together and keep them three
in while I bring up t'other lot ?"
I'll try," said Mark.
The shepherd then signed to his dog to go and separate
the other sheep, whilst he followed leisurely
after.
But before he had got far Fred was heard
callingg lustily for help. The shepherd looked
round ; there lay Fred on his back, and the
sheep he had been set to keep were scamp-
A,': e"ering off to join their companions, whilst
those Mark was keeping were struggling
4---',- to get out.
,But Mark held hard to the hurdles,
and though his strength was taxed to its
uttermost, he did not let go.
Back came the shepherd. You're a
pretty chap," said he i,, i .;_ ,,1 .. FtEd;
what did you let 'em out for? I
couldn't help it," said the discomfited
Fred; "the big one knocked me down,
and then the others followed before I could
get up again." Ah I see," said the man
grimly, not well pleased at having his work
1 o do over again,
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VIII.


' T OOK, Mother," cried Charlie, dis-
Splaying a card on which were
fastened a pair of compasses, a
pencil, ready pointed, a penknife, an ink
eraser, and a piece of India rubber, "see
what a bargain I've got, it's marked a shilling
and the man at the shop let me have it for
tenpence halfpenny !"
"It's too cheap to be good," said the
Mother.
"Oh! no indeed, Mother, the man said
they were all good," replied Charlie, taking
the articles off the card and proceeding to
test their quality.
The point of the pencil
broke with the first strokes
he made, and when


he attempted to mend it with the penknife
he found that that would not cut. The
compasses, in which he had most rejoiced,
bent at the points as if they were made of
lead, as they most likely were.
Charlie almost cried with vexation. He
threw down the compasses in a pet, saying,
"What a cheat the man is to sell such
things !"
"It would be more honest of the shop-
keepers not to buy and sell such trash," said
the mother, "but the real cheat in the matter
is the man who made them. Your ten-
pence halfpenny has gone for naught;
so next time, my boy, that you are tempted
with a bargain, think over poor Richard's
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IX.


M RS. GRAY took her sister Helen,
who had come to visit her, into the
nursery to see the children. There
everything was in confusion. Nurse had
gone for her holiday that day, and Susan,
the maid left in charge, was down stairs
gossiping with the cook, so the children, left
to themselves, did as they liked.
Maurice and Marion contended for the
inkstand, in their struggles for which they
upset the ink on to the table-cover and
carpet. Willie had a new squirt, and he was
squirting water from it at the ceiling so as
to ."make rain." The "rain" came down
on Maggie and on to the picture-book at
which she was looking. She jumped up in


a passion, flung, first her picture-book, and
then a box of bricks at Willie. The lid of
the box was off, so the bricks went flying out
like so many stones; some of them hit
Teddy, who was scrawling on the wall
with coloured chalks. Teddy cried; Maggie
scolded; Willie laughed; whilst Maurice and
Marion quarrelled as they sopped up the
ink with their pocket handkerchiefs. It was
at this moment that the mother and aunt
entered the room.
What is the meaning of all this uproar ?"
asked Mrs. Gray angrily. Where is
Susan? You naughty children "
"You must not be angry, sister," said
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prior to washing them, hurry up, or we shall be too late ; the vans start at ten."
l,,. | "You get the teacloth, Polly, and wipe the cups as I wash
them. Ned, you go and clean the boots."
They're done, Mother, I did 'em last night."
Then run with your Father's breakfast ar .-
dinner down to the Tram-yard, he'll be there '
by the time you are."
Off started Ned, at full speed.
Now, Susan," said the Mother, "you come with me
and help make the beds, while Polly sweeps the hearth
and tidies up the kitchen," and then lifting Dotty, the
two-year-old baby, on to a long box, which the children
called the sofa, you sit there," said she, till Mother's
ready to dress you. You put her boots on, Dick, and '/
your own too."
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the children washed and dressed, an..1 the ,.-
herself was putting on her bonnet, when Nl.t -- i
back.
I saw Father," cried he; "he says he hopes we'll enjoy ourselves."
Ah that's like him," said the Mother, "he's always glad when we
S get a holiday, though he gets none himself, poor fellow."
S"Why doesn't he ?" asked Ned indignantly ; "it's a shame."
"So it is," said the Mother, and all the children cried, Poor Father,
it is a shame he doesn't have a holiday."
Shall we be in time, Mother ? asked Susan.
"Yes, my dear," said the Mother, looking into the kitchen to see
that all was safe before locking l .AN
the door, "Yes, we shall be there, I | Y
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XI.

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.* M cried little
George rushing in-
Sto the room where
his mother sat at
S / work, "isn't to-day
to-morrow ?"
No, you stupid
I a aboy," said his sister
SEdith, who had
1 ..,1 .1t him into
the room, how
can to-day be to-
Smorrow? "
Si "'You hold your
tongue, Edith,"said
the boy, feeling that they were in the presence of a higher authority, and that the dispute
would be settled in his favour; to-day is to-morrow, isn't it Mother ?"
No, my dear," said the Mother, "to-day can't be to-morrow."
That's what I told him," said Edith, "but he-
You keep quiet cried George, irritated at his sister's interference ; "I didn't ask you."
What makes you fancy that to-day is to-morrow, Georgie," asked his Mother smiling.
"Because you said yesterday that Wednesday was to-morrow, and thatit was Laurie's birthday,
and to-day is Wednesday and it is his birthday, so it must be to-morrow," argued George.
'It -was to-morrow yesterday," replied his mother, but now we call it to-day. Thursday
is to-morrow now, but when Thursday comes we shall speak of Friday as 'to-morrow.'"
I told you so," said Edith triumphantly.
"We always call the day that is coming to-morrow," said the Mother in farther explanation.
" When it has come, then we call it to-day."
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XII.
SI T AVE we kept you waiting, Grand-
father?" asked Eva and Jack,
running into the station quite out of-breath.
Yes, young people," was the reply; "I V
have waited half an hour, and now we shall
have to wait another one as our train has just
gone."
"'Oh, I am sorry, but really we
couldn't help it. Susan was so late with
the breakfast and we were in such haste PI LT
to eat it that Jack cut his finger and I
spilt my coffee down the front of my .m
dress and that delayed us ever so long and -- OFFE
Jack broke his boot lace just as he had Dowt V
finished lacing his boots and mother-was
such a time finding another and I kept say-
ing -we should A S
be too late and
when Jack got
the lace he was
JA -I 'in such a hurry
B RO KE to put it in that
he tangled it
> which made
BOOT- him twice as
long and I
-L AC ~ couldn't find
Smy gloves and
had to borrow
Louisa's and I
never was in
such a flurry," 1
said the excited
Eva; all in a breath and without any stops. "We
ran- all the way here," added she, and really
-- made all the haste we could."
"Your haste was not of much use," said the
grandfather; "if you had not been in such a flurry
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