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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Camping out
 Threading the needle
 The butter song
 The singing mouse
 Little piggy
 About some Indians
 Nelly's kitten
 A funny little grandma
 A morning ride
 Old trim
 Perils of the sea
 In honor of Rosa's birthday
 Our one-year-old
 Walter's disappointment
 The boasting boy
 Cakes and pies
 The tide coming in
 Peepy's pet
 The aunt and the niece
 Dreadfully cheated
 Summer's over
 A bad blow
 The anvil chorus
 Paul
 The cat and the book
 Learn to think
 A field-day with the geese
 What Willy did
 Grandpa and the mouse
 Story of a daisy
 "Clear the coast!"
 A letter to Santa Claus
 The boy and the nuts
 Eddy's Thanksgiving
 Benny's arithmetic lesson
 What Jessie Cortrell did
 The acorns
 The starling and the sparrows
 The sprained ankle
 A school-boy's story
 The mother's prayer
 Charley's opinion
 "Touch my chicks if you dare!"
 The catcher caught
 Timothy Tippens
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Title: Bright day and happy plays for young readers
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill., music ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Syndicate Trading Company ( Publisher )
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Publisher: Syndicate Trading Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1891
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Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry -- 1891   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Camping out
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Threading the needle
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The butter song
        Page 9
    The singing mouse
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Little piggy
        Page 12
    About some Indians
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Nelly's kitten
        Page 15
        Page 16
    A funny little grandma
        Page 17
    A morning ride
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Old trim
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Perils of the sea
        Page 22
        Page 23
    In honor of Rosa's birthday
        Page 24
    Our one-year-old
        Page 25
    Walter's disappointment
        Page 26
    The boasting boy
        Page 27
    Cakes and pies
        Page 28
    The tide coming in
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Peepy's pet
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    The aunt and the niece
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Dreadfully cheated
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Summer's over
        Page 40
    A bad blow
        Page 41
    The anvil chorus
        Page 42
    Paul
        Page 43
        Page 44
    The cat and the book
        Page 45
    Learn to think
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    A field-day with the geese
        Page 49
        Page 50
    What Willy did
        Page 51
    Grandpa and the mouse
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Story of a daisy
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    "Clear the coast!"
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    A letter to Santa Claus
        Page 61
    The boy and the nuts
        Page 62
    Eddy's Thanksgiving
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Benny's arithmetic lesson
        Page 66
    What Jessie Cortrell did
        Page 67
        Page 68
    The acorns
        Page 69
    The starling and the sparrows
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    The sprained ankle
        Page 74
        Page 75
    A school-boy's story
        Page 76
        Page 77
    The mother's prayer
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Charley's opinion
        Page 80
    "Touch my chicks if you dare!"
        Page 81
        Page 82
    The catcher caught
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    Timothy Tippens
        Page 86
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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CAMPING OUT.


ALBERT lives in the Far West.. He is only seven years
old. He has no brothers or sisters to play with him, so
he has to amuse himself. He.makes railroads and bridges
and houses with bits of rock. He has a toy shovel and a
pickaxe and a little axe that will cut. He is very happy
playing with them for hours.
Sometimes he gets tired of his playthings, and says,
Mamma, what shall I do now ? Then his mamma tells
him that he may read his lesson. If he has been a good
'boy, she reads some of the stories from his book to him,
which pleases him very much.
One day last autumn, his papa and mamma went over on
the Neosho- River, in the Indian Territory (you must look
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CAMPING 0 UT.


on the map and see where that is), to gather some hickory-
nuts and walnuts. Of course they took Albert with them.
It was a bright sunny morning
S ..\ when they started off across the
-- prairie. They saw a great many
prairie-chickens, and two big gray
Solves, as they went along. Albert
was in great glee; but it was a long
ride, and the little boy was very glad
when they came in sight of the sparkling waters of the
Neosho, just as the sun was setting.
Papa had just time to pitch a tent and build a big fire be-
fore it was quite dark. Then they all sat down by the fire;
and ate their supper. Then mamma made up a nice bed
with blankets and shawls, and put Albert into it. They
were all glad to go to bed early.
The wolves barked at them several times during the
night, but were too much afraid of the fire to venture very
near. Albert slept as sweetly as if he had been in his own
little bed at home, instead of being out under the starry
sky, far away from a house. When he opened his eyes
next morning, it was yet quite dusk; but papa was getting
ready to go to a pond to shoot some ducks for breakfast.
Albert wished to go too; and papa kindly consented. When
they came to the pond, papa told Albert to sit down on a
log a little way off, so that he would not scare the ducks,
and wait until he called him.
Albert promised to do so, and waited for a while; but it
seemed to him a very long time, and he began to grow tired
and hungry. He called several times; but no one answered,
as papa did not wish to scare the ducks. Then he thought
he would go back to mamma at the camp.
He walked on bravely at first; but by and by, as he saw









CAMPING OUT.


no sign of the camp, and the trees seemed to look all alike,
he began to be afraid. He feared lest he might see a wolf
or other wild animal; and then he began to cry, and to call
loudly. Some Indians across the river called to him, and
asked him what was the matter.
Albert was not afraid of them; but he did
not stop crying. At last mamma heard
him, and -was just going to look for him,
when papa overtook him, and brought him
to the camp. He had scared the ducks so
that they had none for breakfast, after all.
But mamma had the coffee-pot boiling by
the fire; and the bread and butter, cakes, ''"'
cold meat, and other things from the luncheon-basket, tasted
very good in the cool autumn air.
Albert was much ashamed of having been such a coward,
and promised never to be so foolish again: If he had
done as his papa told him, he would not have got into
such trouble.
After breakfast they all went to work in earnest, and soon
had a fine lot of nuts. Albert also picked up some pretty
shells by the river-brink. Then papa and mamma packed
up the blankets, luncheon-basket, and other things, and,
giving a parting look at the bright river, they turned the
horses' heads towards home. GRACE MOEREN.










THREADING THE NEEDLE.


HERE is Lucy all this while ?" asked Mrs.
Ludlow of Anna, the maid.
"I left her five minutes ago, trying to thread
a needle," replied Anna.
"She is a long while about it," said Mrs.
Ludlow. Send her to me."
When Lucy entered the room, her mother asked her
what she had been about; and Lucy replied, I'have been
teaching myself to thread a needle."
"But you have been a long time about it," said mother.
"I will tell you why," continued Lucy. When I went
to walk with papa yesterday, he saw me get over a stone-
wall, which I did rather clumsily: so he said, 'A thing that
is worth doing at all is worth doing well. Let me teach
you how to get over a wall quickly and gracefully.' "
"So he gave you a lesson in getting over walls, did he ?"
"Yes, mother: he kept me at it at least half an hour;
and now I can get over a wall as quickly and well as any
boy."
"But what has getting over walls to do with threading
a needle ? "
Only this: I thought I would apply papa's rule, and
learn to do well what I was trying to do. So I have been
threading and unthreading the needle, till now I can thread
it easily."
You have done well to heed your father's advice," said
Mrs. Ludlow. "If you do not see the importance of it
now, you will see it often in your life as you grow older."
It was not many months before Lucy comprehended how
wise her father had been in training his little girl. She
was gathering violets in a field one day, when she heard a























































THREADING THE NEEDLE.


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THREADING 1TH NEEDLE.


trampling sound, and, looking round, saw a fierce bull plun-
ging and twisting himself about, and all the time drawing
nearer and nearer to her. Suddenly he made a rush towards
her in a straight line.
Not far off was a high stone-wall. It would once have
seemed to Lucy a hopeless attempt to try to get over it
before the bull could reach her; but now she felt confident
she could do it: and she did it bravely. Confidence in her
ability to do it kept off all fear; and she did not even
tremble.
The bull came up, and roared lustily when he found she
had escaped, and was on the other side of the wall. But
Lucy turned to him, and said, "Keep your temper, old fel-
low! This child's father taught her how to get over a
stone-wall in double-quick time. You must learn to scale
a wall yourself, if you hope to catch her."
Boo-oo-oo roared the bull, prancing up and down,
but not knowing how to get over.
"Why, what a sweet humor you are in to-day, sir! said
Lucy, walking away, and arranging her bunch of violets for
Cousin Susan as she went. IDA FAY.











THE BUTTER SONG.


WHEN I was a little boy, I often helped my mother when
she was making butter.
I liked to stand in the cool.spring-house, and churn for a
little while; but I liked better to look out of the window,
and watch the ducks swimming in the creek, or the little
shiners and sunfish darting back and forth through the clear
bright water.
Sometimes I would forget all about my work, and stand
watching the insects, ducks, and fishes, until some one
would call me, and tell me to go to work again.
One day I wanted to churn very fast; for my mother had
told me that I might take a swim in the creek when my
work was done.
So I sang a little song that our German girl Bertha had
taught me. She called it the "Butter Song; and here it
is:-
Come, butter, come !
Little Harry at the gate
For his buttered bread does wait:
Come, butter, come!

Come, butter, come !
Fish for Lent, eggs for Easter,
Butter for all days, butter, come faster:
Come, butter, come!


I thought then, as Bertha told me, that if I sang that
song a hundred and eleven times, and didn't stop churning
once while singing it, the butter would soon be made. I
believe so yet; but I think now, that the steady work had
more to de with it than the song had.




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THE SINGING MOUSE.

HAVE you ever heard of singing mice ? There are such creatures, you
must know, or you will not believe what my verses will tell you. Yes,
indeed: it was only the other day that I heard of one that was kept in a
little cage, like those used for squirrels, and sang so delightfully that her
owner used to have her by his bedside to charm him to sleep. She was
a wood-mouse. Wood-mice are the best singers. Whether the one about
which you shall hear came from the woods or not, I cannot say; nor
how she happened to be in my friend C.'4house : but there she certainly
was; and this is the story of what she did there. I call it,

SERENADE.

A certain friend William I have, who's so nice,
He's charming to every one, -even to mice.

You ask how I know it? Well, listen : I'll tell
Of something which proves it, that lately befell.


Z.








THE SINGING MOUSE.


One night, when young William was snugly in bed,
A very queer notion came into his head.

He woke from his slumbers, quite sure that he heard
The musical warbling of some little bird.

He listened a moment: all silent, and then
The sweet little songster was singing again.

A lamp, dimly burning, gave light in the room:
Will raised his head softly, and peered through the gloom,

The door was wide open; and there, on the sill
(It's true, on my word: let them doubt it who will),

A mite of a mousie sat singing away
As sweetly as bobolink on a June day.

Erect on her haunches, her head in the air;
That Pussy might catch her she seemed not to care,

But sang till her sweet serenade was quite done;
Then ran away swiftly as mousie could run.

Now, said I not truly, that Willy's so nice,
He's charming to every one, even to mice ? Sc. C. .











LITTLE PIGGY.


ONE day my brother Richard brought a little pig in-doors
from the farm-yard. Squeak, squeak! cried the little
thing as it nestled in Dick's arms.
As soon as we all had looked at it, my mother wished Dick
to take it back to the sow. No," said Dick : she has too
many piggies to bring up. I think we must kill this one."
We all begged him not to kill it; and after some talk it
was settled that I should have it, and try to bring it up.
So I took piggy under my charge. I named him Dob."
I fed him on skim-milk with a wooden spoon; and he soon
looked for his meal as regularly as I looked for my break-
fast. I made him a bed in a basket with some hay and a bit
of flannel; but he soon outgrew the basket, and we then
made him a bed under the kitchen-stairs.
When he grew big enough, he was sent into the farm-yard
to get his living among the other pigs; but he would always
run after me, and follow me into the house like a dog. I
had only to call out, "Dob, Dob! at the gate, and Dob
would be sure to come.
One day he followed me in-doors with a bit of hay in his
mouth. He ran down stairs, and left this bit of hay where
he used to sleep, under the kitchen-stairs. He then ran off,
and soon returned with some more hay in his mouth, and put
it in the same place. "Well, I declare said cook, "this pig
has as much sense as a Christian. Now he has made his
bed, I wonder whether he'll come and sleep in it ? "
In the evening, when we were at tea, Dob came to the
kitchen-door, crying, Ugh, ugh! and, when they let him
in, he trotted off to his bed. We all thought this very clever
on the part of Dob; and cook said,."He was the knowingest
little piggy she ever seed! T. .




























ABOUT SOME INDIANS.


LAST summer a party of Indians, men, women, and
children, in nine little birch canoes, came paddling down
the Mississippi River, and landed at our village in Illinois.
They were of tlhe Chickasaw tribe from Minnesota, who are
half-civilized, and speak our language imperfectly.
Indians, you must know, do not live in good warm houses
as we do. They live in wigwams, as they call their houses,
which are merely a few poles stuck in the ground, and cov-
ered with skins or blankets.
They do not provide regular meals, but live from hand to
mouth by hunting and fishing. Sometimes they have to go
without food a long time. The men are too lazy to work.
They like better to strut about with their faces painted all
the colors of the rainbow.
The Indians who came to our village were very good









ABOUT SOME INDIANlS.


specimens of their race. Of course, their visit made quite
a sensation, especially among our young folks. As soon as
they landed, the squaws (women) threw their blankets over
their shoulders, swung their pappooses (babies) on their
backs, and, with their little boys and girls, came up into town.
The Indian boys made some money by shooting arrows at
cents stuck in a stake. They were quite skilful. The
squaws offered for sale slippers, moccasons, and bags, which
they had worked themselves with sinews and porcupine-quills.
Their chief, a large man; whose face was painted bright
red, got the use of our town hall, and in the evening gath-
ered his party there, and showed us some of their dances.
Two of the men beat a "tum-tum on their rude drums
(which looked like nail-kegs); and the little and big Indians
danced or hopped around in a circle, singing, "Ye, ye! yu,
yu! hi, yi! ye, ye!"
Now and then the chief would pull out a long knife, and
swing it around his head; and another Indian would draw
up his bow, as if he were going to shoot. This was the war-
dance.
We were all much amused; and our little .boys and girls
laughed heartily. We gave the Indians some money to buy
their breakfast, and they said, Yank, yank "
When they, or a like- party, come again, I will tell you
more about them. oARLoS


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NELLY'S KITTEN.

NELLY'S kitten was the handsomest kitten that ever was.
So her little mistress thought. Nelly made a great pet of
her, and brought her up with great care; and, when she had
become a well-grown cat, Nelly gave her the name of
"Pussy Gray."
One morning while Nelly was being dressed, her sister
told her there was something nice down stairs, and asked
her to guess what it was. "I guess it's pickled limes," said
Nelly; for she dearly loved pickled limes. But her sister
said No." -" Then I guess it's kittens," said Nelly; and
so it was.




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NELL Y'S KITTEN.


Out in the back-room, in a barrel of shavings, were two
little bunches of fur; and, when Nelly took them out and
put them on the floor, they looked as though they were all
legs and mouths. Their eyes were shut tight, and their
little pink mouths were wide open.
But, in a week or two, the eyes came open, and the little
kitties saw their feet and tails for the first time. Then they
stood upon their feet, and played with their tails till they
found their mother had one that was bigger and longer; and
then they played with their mother's tail whenever she for-
got to tuck it away and put her paw on it.
The kittens were always in somebody's way. When
Nelly's mamma sat down in the big rocking-chair for a little
rest, the first time she rocked back, "Mew, mew, mew!"
would be heard, and away would scamper a little kit.
When Nelly's sister walked across the room in the dark,
she was sure to hit her foot against a little soft ball, and
"Oh, dear! there's one of the kittens," she would say.
If mamma went out to work in the kitchen, there would
be a scampering from under her feet; and the kittens would
be right before her. If she went to the closet to get any
thing, she was sure to knock one of the kits over as she
came out. When she was making pies, something would
come up her dress; and, before she could stop it, there would
be a kitten on her shoulder ready to fall into the pie.
One day, after mamma had stepped on kittens, and fallen
over kittens, till her patience was all gone, she said she be-
lieved she must have the kittens drowned, they were so
much in the way. Pussy Gray, their mother, was in the
room, and heard what was said. She at once went out of
the door, calling the kittens after her.
That night they didn't come back, nor the next day, nor
the next; and, now that they were really gone, mamma









A PUNNY LITTLE GRANDMA.


began to feel badly So she searched all through _the gar-
den, calling Kitty, kitty; but though she looked down
the cellar-stairs, and under the back-doorsteps, and every-
where she could think of, no kitten came. AITIE.


A FUNNY LITTLE


CRADLED on a rose-leaf
By her mother-miller,
In her tiny egg slept
Baby caterpillar,

Till the sunbeams coaxed her
From her cradle cosey,
To her pretty chamber,
Velvet soft and rosy.

Dew and honey drinking
As from fairy chalice,
A merry-life she led
In that rosy palace.


GRANDMA.


Till at length she wove a
Bed of cotton-down,
Where she slept to waken,
Dressed in satin brown.

Once more in the sunshine,
Oh! how sweet to roam,
And on satin pinions
Seek her flowery home !

She had joined the noble
Family of millers, [mamma
And last I heard was grand-
To six small caterpillars.
CLARA BROUGHTON.






























A MORNING RIDE.


MAUD is spending her vacation among the woods and
mountains of Maine, where she went with her father and
mother about two weeks ago.
One very pleasant morning papa said, "I think we had
better take a ride this morning." So Maud was called in
to get ready; and Hannah, the good white horse, was har-
nessed into the buggy.
The buggy had but one seat: so mamma found a nice
box, and folded her shawl and put on it; and that made a
good place for the little girl, between her father and mother;
and they all started on their ride.
They went along a shady road near the river, and soon
they saw some geese. Several of them were swimming in
the water, and one or two were on the bank. One of these








A MORNING RIDE.


had a sort of frame around its neck, and was standing on
one leg.
Maud said, "Why, see that poor goose It has only one
leg; and they have put that frame on so it can walk better."
But a few minutes after she looked again, and the goose
was standing very comfortably on both feet. So it really
had two, but had been curling up _
one of them quite out of sight. ,
After riding some time, they :
came to a ferry, a place for cross- ,
ing the Androscoggin River; and ;
papa drove through a pleasant
field down to the bank of the -
river. Here they saw a man cutting grass, and asked him
about the ferry-boat. He came up and took,a horn that
hung on a post, and blew a blast, which the ferry-boy on
the other side of the river heard.
When the boy heard it, he began to unfasten his boat,
and pull it over; and Maud and her father and mother
waited, sitting in the buggy, until the boy brought his boat
close to the shore, so that they could drive on to it easily.
Then papa said, "Are you all ready? and the boy an-
swered, "Yes, sir;" and Hannah walked on the boat and
stood perfectly still, while the boy kept pulling a strong
rope, until he drew the boat, with the horse and buggy and
people, safely over to the other
side. Then they drove up the :
bank of the river, and came to a '-
gate, which a little girl opened. --"'' -
Next they came to a very pleas- i--
ant wood, -so pleasant that papa. '
stopped Hannah in the shade, and
said she might rest a little; and









OLD TRIM.


mamma and Maud got out of the buggy, and picked the
young boxberry-leaves, and the red berries, and pulled long
vines of evergreen, and gathered moss.
When papa thought it was time to go, he said, "All
aboard ",and they got in, and he drove on. They had not
gone far when Maud asked if she might drive. So papa
handed her the reins; and Hannah seemed to go on just as
well as ever.
After Maud had been driving a little while, her father said
he thought she had better give the reins to him. This she
did, and they went to the village, stopped at the post-office,
and then drove swiftly home in season for dinner. H.

---oaoace--


OLD TRIM.


HERE'S brave old Trim: I once with him
Was walking near the docks;
We heard a cry, both Trim and I, -
The cry that always shocks.


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OLD TRIM.


" Help! boat, ahoy! See, there's a boy:
Make haste, he's going down."
"There watch him, Trim in after him!
We must not let him drown."

Through foam and splash Trim's quick eyes flash:
He strikes out to the place;
And round and round, with eager bound,
He watches for a trace.

A little hand comes paddling up,
A face so wild and wan:
"Ah, Trim, he's there! Make haste, take care;
And save him if you can!"

Oh! brave and bold, he seizes hold;
His teeth are firmly set:
Now bear him near; there is no fear:
The boy is breathing yet.

Bravo, good Trim!" They welcome him,
And clasp him round for joy;
Then homeward bear, with tender care,
The pale, half-conscious boy.

O faithful Trim! "Would I sell him?"
Inquired a curious elf:
"What, sell," I cried, "a friend so tried!
I'd rather sell myself." GEO. BENNETT.











PERILS OF THE SEA.

EDWIN had a present of a ship, sent to him from England;
and he named it, after the giver, The Uncle George." It
was a splendid ship. It had three masts, as a ship ought to
have, and was rigged in complete style.
One fine day last month, Edwin took his ship down to the
Frog Pond on Boston Common, and set her afloat. On the
opposite side of the pond he saw four boys sailing their
boats, and a tall boy carrying a sloop, and followed by his
small brother.
A sloop, you know, has but one mast. None of these
boys had a ship with three masts, like The Uncle George."
Edwin felt a little proud when he saw his good ship catch the
wind in her sails, and go plunging up and down over the pond.
But, dear me, think of the risks of ship-owners! Con-
sider, too, that Edwin's ship was not insured. What, then,
was his dismay, when, as she got into the middle of the
Atlantic Ocean (for so Edwin called the pond), a flaw of
wind threw her on her beam-ends, and sent her masts down
under water till she foundered, sank, and disappeared.
There was- a shout from the owners of vessels on the
other side of the Atlantic Ocean. What a pity! exclaimed
the boy with a dog.
What's her name ? asked the tall boy.
"The Uncle George shouted back Edwin.
"Any insurance on her ? inquired a boy waving his hat.
"What do you mean by insurance ? asked Edwin.
"Go and look in your dictionary," said the boy with his
hat off.
Then the tall boy repeated these lines :-
"A land-breeze shook her shrouds, and she was overset ;
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IN HONOR OF ROSA'S BIRTHDAY.

Edwin was half disposed to cry; but then he thought
that crying was no way to get out of trouble. He took a
survey of the Atlantic Ocean, and wondered how deep it
was where his ship went down.
Then taking off his shoes and stockings, and rolling up
his pantaloons, he waded in, and succeeded, with the aid of
a long stick, in saving The Uncle George."
"Hurrah! Well done, little one !" shouted a boy on the
other side. The tall boy again launched into poetry, and
cried out,-
Weigh the vessel up, once dreaded by our foes I
Her timbers yet are sound; and she may float again,
Full charged with England's thunder, and plough the distant main."
ALFRED 8ELWYN.


IN HONOR OF ROSA'S BIRTHDAY.

SCharles. Am I right,
madam? is not this Miss
Rosa's birthday ?
3Mary. Yes, s:r. My
Little girl is two years old
to-day.
S Charles. So I under-
S stood; and I have brought
her a birthday present.
Here it is, -the largest rose I could find in all the land.
Do me the honor to accept it.
Mary. With pleasure, sir, I accept it for Rosa; but, if
I may trust my eyes, this is a sunflower, not a rose.
Charles. Excuse me, madam, in Doll-land they told me
it was a rose.
Mary. Ah they sometimes forget names in Doll-land.


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OUR ONE-YEAR-OLhb.

I am obliged to you, sir, all the same. You are very
polite.
Charles.--I ought to be polite, madam; for my sister
Helen goes to dancing-school. I will bid you good-morn-
ing, madam.
Mary. Good-morning, sir. Call again some fine day.
Charles. I shall call without waiting for a fine day,
madam. It is always a fine day when I am with you.


OUR ONE-YEAR-OLD.


ALL the people love her,
For she is our darling;
Good and sweet and bright is she,
Never cross nor snarling.

Bob, the savage bull-dog,
Lamb-like waits upon her;
Hens and geese and turtle-doves
Come to do her honor.


"Bless her! says the raven,
"Oh! you cannot match her;"
Swallows fly about her head,
Kittens do not scratch her.

For she is so gentle,
All the folks obey her :
Even little tom-tit comes
His respects to pay her.
FROM THE GERMA".


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WALTER'S DISAPPOINTMENT.

"HERE is the last white rose in my garden," said Laura
to her brother Walter; and you shall have it if you will
be a good boy."
"I don't want a white rose," said Walter; and, if I can't
go with Jim Bacon and the other fellows on the pond, I'll
not be a good boy: I'll make myself as disagreeable as I
can."
"Why, Walter, what a threat! said Laura, laughing;
" but you are a good deal like the minister's dog Bunkum,
who barks terribly, but never bites."


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THE BOASTING BOY.

See what I get for being a good boy! replied Walter.
" The first time a chance for a little fun comes along, then
it's, 0 Walter! you and the other boys are too young to be
trusted alone on the water.' "
Hardly had Walter given utterance to these words, when
there were cries from the roadside near by; and men and
women were seen running towards the pond. What could
be the matter ?
It soon was made known what the matter was. The little
fellows in the boat had upset it; and five of them were
floundering about in the water. Fortunately no life was
lost. All were saved, but not until all were wet through to
the skin.
"Now, Walter," said Laura,-" are you going to fret, and
make yourself disagreeable, because yoa did not get a duck-
ing with the other boys ? "
Sister," said Walter, with a smile, I think I will accept
that beautiful white rose you offered me just now."
DORA BURNSIDE.
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THE BOASTING BOY.

I KNEW a boy in our town, whose name was Billy Hood:
He had a sword all made of tin, a musket made of wood.
His drum would always let you know when Billy Hood was coming;.
For all the neighbors used to say, I wish he'd stop that drumming."

Now, very brave this Billy was, at least, so Billy thought;
And he was not afraid, -not he, of any thing that fought.
With this good sword and gun," said he, I'll fight until I die:
Let man or beast come on! Who fears ? Not Billy Hood! Not I1"

But ah one day this Billy went where six old geese were straying,
And on his noisy drum began somewhat too loudly playing:
An old goose chased him from the field; and Billy, screaming, ran,
Till on the kitchen floor he sank, that valiant little man!
UNCLE CHARLES,




























CAKES AND PIES.


IN the dough In the dough !
This is the way we make it go:
Roll it, roll it, smooth and thin;
Pound it with the rolling-pin;
Cut with thimbles, and it makes
Just the nicest dolly cakes.

Dolly, now, must have a pie :
We will make it, you and I.
Here's a cunning little tin !
Roll and roll the pie-crust thin;
Spread it smoothly now within;
Lay some bits of apple in,
Cover nicely; let it bake:
That's the way our pies we make.









THE TIDE COMING DN.


Dolly may not eat it all;
Then, if playmates chance to call,
We will give them a surprise
With our little cakes and pies.
All we make is good to eat;
For our hands are clean and sweet;
And we have such handy ways,
Our dear mother often says,
That she thinks, by all the looks,
We shall soon be famous cooks. EMEROY HAYWARD.


















THE TIDE COMING IN.
JULIA and Rose were on a visit to their uncle, who lived
near the seaside. They came from Ohio, and did not know
about the ebb and flow of the tide of the ocean. They ran
down on the sandy beach, and seated themselves on a rock.
Their cousin Rodney was not far off, engaged in fishing
for perch. All at once there was a loud cry from Julia, the


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elder of the two sisters. The water had crept up all round
the rock on which they sat, thus forming an island of it;
and they did not know what to make of it.
The water has changed its place," shouted Rose.
Rodney was alarmed, and began to blame himself for
neglecting, in his eagerness to catch a few fish, the little
girls under his charge.
He took off his shoes and stockings, rolled up. his panta-
loons, and ran into the water over the sandy bottom to the
rock. Taking Rose in his arms, he told Julia to follow.
But I shall wet my nice boots," said Julia.
"Then, wait on the rock," said Rodney, "while I carry
Rose, and set her down on dry land. I will then come for
you, and carry you pickback to the shore."
"No, Cousin Rodney," said Julia: "I think I will not
ride pickback. I should be too heavy a load. I must not
mind wetting my boots and stockings."
"Then, place your hand on my shoulder, and come along,"
said Rodney. The tide is gaining on us very fast."
"I don't know what you mean by the tide," said Julia.
Why, cousin," said Rodney, "you must know that the
tides are the rise and fall of the waters of the ocean. It
will be high tide an hour from, now; then the water will
cover all these rocks you see around us. After that, the
water will sink and go back till we can see the rocks again,
and walk a long way on the sand; then it will be low
tide. But we must not stay here talking: the water will
soon be too deep for us."
So Rodney took Rose in his arms, and Julia placed her
left hand on his right shoulder; and in this way they went
through the water to the dry part of the beach.
We must look out for this sly tide the next time," said
little Rose as she ran to tell papa of their adventure.
UNCLE CHARLES.






















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PEEPY'S PET.

THERE was a little girl who was called Peepy; but why
she was called so I do not know: perhaps it was because,
when a baby, she used to peep from behind a curtain or a
door, and cry, Peep-O "
She was a good little girl; but, when she, was five years
old, her mother had to go to Europe for her health, and
Peepy was sent to board in the family of a farmer whose
name was Miller.
One day Mr. Miller made her a present of a bright silver
quarter of a dollar. Peepy had been taught to sew by
Susan Miller; and so Peepy put her work-box on a chair
in her little room, and sat down and made a little bag in
which to keep the bright silver coin.
Then she took a walk near the grove, and saw two boys
who had caught a robin, and were playing with it. They
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fly away, they pulled it back again, and laughed at its
struggles.
At last the little robin was so tired and frightened, that it
lay on the ground, panting, with its feathers ruffled, and its
beak wide open, and its eyes half closed. It seemed ready
to die. Then the rude, cruel boys pulled the string to
make it fly again.
"Please don't be so cruel," said little Peepy. "How can
you be so cruel ? And she ran to the poor bird, and took
it up very gently.
You let our bird alone one of the boys cried out. But
Peepy still held it, and was ready to cry when she felt its
little heart beating with fear.
"Do give it to me, please," said Peepy. "I will thank
you for it very much:" But the boys laughed at her, and
told her roughly to let the bird alone. "We caught the
bird, and the bird is ours," said one of them.
Will you sell me the bird ?" asked Peepy, taking her
bright quarter of a dollar out of its bag, and offering it.









PEEP Y'S PET.


"Ah! now you talk sensibly," said the larger of the
boys. "Yes: we'll sell it."
So Peepy parted with her money, but kept the precious
bird. The boys ran off, knowing they had done a mean
thing, and fearing some man might come along, and inquire
into it.
Peepy took the bird home; and Mrs. Miller told her
she had done right, and helped her to mend an old cage
into which they could put the poor little bruised bird.
Soon it took food from their hands, and grew quite tame.
Peepy named it Bella, and kept it in her-chamber where
she could hear it sing. Bella loved Peepy, and would fly
about the room, and light on her head, and play with her
curls.
But as summer came on, and the weather grew warm and
pleasant, Peepy thought to herself, "Bella loves me, and is
grateful for all my care; but liberty is as sweet to birds as
to little girls. I will not selfishly keep this bird in prison.
I will take it into the grove, and set it free."


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So Peepy took it into the grove, and set it free; and Bella
lighted on a bough, and sang the sweetest song you ever
heard. It then flew singing round Peepy's head, as if to
say, "Thank you! thank you a thousand times, you dear
little girl!" If Bella's song could have been translated
into words, I think they would have been these:-

"Darling little Peepy,
When you're sad or sleepy,
I will come and sing you a merry, merry song:
So do not be grieving
At this tender leaving;
I shall not forget you, dear, for Oh! love is strong."

Peepy went home rather sad with her empty cage. But
what was her joy the next day, to see Bella on the window-
sill! She opened the window, Bella flew in, and they had a
nice frolic. Then, when the dinner-bell rang, the little bird
flew off. Peepy was happy to think it had not forgotten
her. IDA FAT.


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THE AUNT AND THE NIECE.

/UNT RUTH was only nine years old, while her
niece Mary was nineteen. But Ruth, being
an aunt, felt she must keep up the dignity of
one; and so she used to treat Mary as if Mary
were a little girl.
They had not seen each other for nearly .a year; and,
when they met, Mary, who was fond of mischief, acted as
if she were really younger than Ruth, though she well
knew she was nine years older.
"Aunt Ruth," said Mary, "have you any objection to my
going out in the grove to swing ? "
"None at all, my dear," said Ruth; "but I will go with
you, lest you should get hurt."
"Thank you, aunty," replied Mary. "Now let us see
who can run the faster."
Mary started off at a run towards the swing; but Ruth
called her back, and said, Stop, my dear, you will wet
those nice new shoes in the damp grass; and then your
mother will blame me for not taking better care of you.
We will go by the gravel road to the grove."
"Yes, ma'am," answered Mary, turning her head to hide
her smiles; and then, seeing a flower, Mary cried, Oh!
what a beautiful flower! Tell me what it is, aunty. I
think I never saw one like it before. What a heavenly
blue And how nicely the edges are fringed "
Yes, my dear: that is a fringed gentian," said Ruth.
"It is one of the latest of our wild autumn flowers; and I
am not surprised that you admire it."
"It is indeed lovely," exclaimed Mary. "You must teach
me all about these wild flowers, aunty; for we city girls have
few opportunities of seeing them."











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THE AUNT AND THE NIECE.


"Yes, my dear niece, I will teach you," returned Ruth.
"I want you to learn a lesson of some kind every day you
are with us."
Mary burst out into a laugh that she could not control.
Why, what are you laughing at, my dear ? asked Aunt
Ruth.
But Mary, to escape replying to the question, ran and
took hold of the swing. Now for it, aunty! said she.
Mary sat down in the swing, and Ruth pushed her from
behind; and, after she had swung enough, Ruth took her to
the barn. But here, I regret to say, the sight of a pile of
hay on the barn-floor was too much for Niece Mary. She
seemed to lose all her reverence at once.
Seizing Aunt Ruth, she threw her on the hay, and covered
her up with it, crying out, You precious little aunty, I
must have a frolic, or I shall die. So forget that you are an
aunt, and try to remember that you are nothing, after all,
but a darling little girl."
Ruth, though at first surprised, was too sensible a girl to
be offended. Papa came in; and, seeing aunt and niece on
the hay, he covered them both up with it, till they begged
to be let out, and promised to be good.
He was just from the garden, and had thrown down his
hoe, rake, and watering-pot, and taken off his straw-hat.
But the hat suddenly disappeared, and papa wondered
where it was. Niece Mary had slipped it under the hay.
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DREADFULLY CHEATED.

"UNCLE," said George, "what makes you call that great
clumsy dog Watch'? A watch goes tick, tick,' as busy
as can be all the time; and this dog is a lazy old fellow."
"I know that," said Uncle Henry; "but he is called
Watch, because he acts the part of a watchman, or guard,
to keep off thieves and stragglers.
"Don't you know how he barks when any one comes
here whom he does not know? He will not let a stranger
come near the house after dark, without giving notice. I
do not suppose it would be possible for any of us to come
into the house without his knowing it."
"I mean to try," said George, "and see if I cannot cheat
you, old fellow." And Watch looked up in his face with a
very knowing wink, which seemed to say, "Don't try to be
too smart, or you may get into trouble."
Now, for all George called Watch clumsy and "lazy,"









DREADFULLY CHEATED.


he was very fond of him; and many a nice frolic they had
together.
That very afternoon, while they were enjoying a grand
tumble on the grass, George's mother called him into the
house to do an errand for her.
George had quite a long walk to take; and, when he got
back, it was quite dark. Just as he reached the garden-
gate, he remembered what his uncle had said that morning
about Watch.
Now," said he to himself, "I'll just see if I cannot get
into the house without your knowing it, Master Watch; and,
if I cannot, you are smarter than I think."
So George took off his shoes, and went stealing along on
the soft grass, looking like a little thief, until he came to
the broad gravel-walk, which he must cross to get round
to the back of the house.
He stopped for a minute, while he looked about for
Watch, and soon spied him lying at the front-door, with his
black nose resting upon his great white paws; and he
seemed to be fast asleep.
Then George very cautiously stepped upon the gravel-
walk, first with one foot, and then with the other. As he
did so, Watch pricked up both ears; but it was so dark, that
George did not see them.
So, thinking that the old dog had not moved, he went on
very quickly, and,,as he thought, very quietly, when all at
once, just as he was beginning to chuckle at the success of
his trick, he heard a gruff Bow-wow," and found himself
flat upon the ground, with the dog upon his back, and two
rows of sharp white teeth very near his throat.
Although George was hurt by the fall, and was a go6d
deal frightened, he had his wits about him, and said, Watch,
Watch, don't you know me, old fellow? "








SUMMER 'S OVER.

I wish you could have seen Watch then, when he found
that he had mistaken his little friend for a thief. He jumped
up and down, and cried and whined as if he had been
whipped, and was so mortified, and ashamed of his mistake,
that it was a long time before George could persuade him
to go into the house.
At last they both went in, and George told his story;
and when the laughing was over, and old Watch had been
patted and comforted by every one, Uncle Henry said,
" Well, George, we shall have to say that you were both
dreadfully cheated." ABUT TrTI.




SUMMER'S OVER.

SUMMER'S over, summer's over!
See, the leaves are falling fast;
Flowers are dying, flowers are dying,
All their beauty's gone at last.
Now the thrush no longer cheers us;
Warbling birds forget to sing;
And the bees have ceased to wander,
Sipping sweets on airy wing.

Winter's coming, winter's coming !
Now his hoary head draws near;
Winds are blowing, winds are blowing;
SAll around looks cold and drear.
Hope of spring must now support us;
Winter's reign will pass away;
Flowers will bloom, and birds will warble,
Making glad the livelong day.
T. C.




























A BAD' BLOW.


LITTLE David came running home from school one winter
afternoon. As he passed through the yard, he saw the door
of the cellar-kitchen standing open, and heard some one
down in the cellar, pounding, thump, thump, thump.
Little David ran down the steps to see who it was.
He saw a great blazing fire in the wide fireplace, and
three big pots hanging on the crane over it; and his
mamma, Leah, Jane, and Aunt Jinny, making sausages;.
and John Bigbee, the colored boy, with a wooden mortar
between his knees, and an iron-pestle in his hand, pounding,
thump, thump, thump, in the mortar.
Little David ran to John, and asked, What's in there ? "
but did not wait for an answer. He drew in his breath as
hard as he could, and blew into the mortar with all his
might.









THE ANVIL CHOR US.


A cloud of fine black pepper flew up into his mouth, nose,
and eyes. How he did sneeze and strangle and cry!
Leah ran for a basin of cold water. His mamma got a
soft linen cloth, and washed away all the pepper and most
of the pain.
When he stopped crying, she said, Little David, DON'T
MEDDLE." D.D. H.


THE ANVIL CHORUS.


CLINK, clink, clinkerty clink !
That is the tune at morning's blink;
And we hammer away till the busy
day,
Weary like us, to rest doth sink.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink !

Clink, clink, clinkerty clink !
From useful labor we will not shrink ;
But our fires we'll blow till the forges
glow
With a lustre,that makes our eyelids
wink.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink !


Clink, clink, clinkerty clink!
A chain we'll forge with many a link:
We'll pound each form while the iron
is warm,
With blows as rapid as one may
think.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink !

Clink, clink, clinkerty clink !
Our faces may be as black as ink;
But our hearts are as true as man ever
knew:
Kindly on all we look and think.
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink !
OXFORD'S JUNIOR SPEAKER.





























PAUL.

"FOUR years is very old: I am almost a man," said wee
Paul. Now I can wear papa's coat and hat, and use his
gold-topped cane."
He put on the coat. It took some time.
"If the end was cut off, and the thickening taken out, it
would be a nice fit. The hat is too tall for a man of my
size; but it keeps all my head dry. I shall save an umbrella."
He would also save his eyes; for they were not needed
in the top of the hat, and he could feel his way with his
feet. He pitied the horses who wore, blinders, and won-
dered how they could go so fast. He tried to step off
boldly, but fell over the cane, and smashed the hat. Jane
had to come and hunt for him under the coat.
"Don't cry, child," said Jane, shaking the dust from him.
"Come now, and have a ride on the rocking-horse."
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PA L.


He's too slow for me," cried Paul loudly; and a man
of my age won't be shooken, Jane! "
Paul went out and sat beside Fido, on the basement-steps.
He made his mouth into a funny round 0, and grew purple
in the face, trying to whistle Yankee Doodle.
"Don't go off the bricks, child," said Jane, opening a
window.
I'll take care of myself," said Paul. Then he told Fido
that Jane had put it into his head to go off the bricks, and
that it would be her fault if he did.
Fido began to bark and jump to coax his young master
away. He had such fine times when Jane took them out
to walk, that he wanted to go again. Paul knew his
mamma had forbidden his leaving the brick walk in front
of their home; but he longed to go. He put one foot off
the bricks, then the other, and away he ran, Fido barking
beside him.
Paul ran across two streets, and reached the Public Gar-
den quite out of breath. He said it was fine fun; but he
really was not so happy as he was when sitting on his
mother's steps. He walked slowly to the pond. He thought
he would catch some fish, and give them to Jane, and per-
haps she would not tell his mother.
"Here, Fido, go catch fish!" he cried, pointing to the water.
Fido jumped in, and chased a chip with all his might.
Paul scolded him well for not catching a fish. The little
boy was cross, because he knew he was doing wrong; and
when Fido got the chip at last, and laid it at Paul's feet,
the child drove him into the water again.
Fido was a small dog, and grew tired very soon. His paws
moved slowly, and he had hard work to keep his tiny nose
out of the water. He cried for help.
Poor dog, he will drown said a lady upon the bridge.










THE CAT AND THE BOOK.

Paul had been so cross that he forgot dear little Fido
could be in danger. He began to cry aloud, and rushed to
the edge of the pond to save his pet.
"Dear Fido, don't die sobbed Paul, stretching out his
hands; but he lost his balance, and fell into the water.
Paul and Fido might both have been drowned if the
people on the bridge had not run to save them. The
street and number of Paul's house were printed on Fido's
collar: so they carried the two there. Paul's mother cried
when she saw the sad plight her little boy was in; and he
was quite sick for a few days.
"We'd better mind mother, and let Jane go with us
always, if she is an old fuss said Paul to Fido, the first
time they were alone together. And Fido gave a deep
sigh that meant yes. HELEN C. PEARSON.



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It must take to read books, and fit for college I
But, if cats are not able to read a single letter,
They can catch mice, and climb trees; and is not that better?
Now, if these little rhymes are not wholly to your taste,
Bear in mind they are supposed to be by a cat, and written in haste.


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LEARN TO THINK.

WALTER DANE was in a hurry to go off to play at ball
with some of his schoolfellows; and so he did not give
much thought to the lesson which he had to learn.
It was a lesson in grammar. Walter's mother took the
book, and said, "I fear my little boy finds it hard to put
his thoughts on his lesson to-day."
Try me, mother," said Walter. "I will do my best."
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book," said mamma. "Which is the heavier, -a pound of
feathers, or a pound of lead? "
"A pound of lead, to be sure cried Walter confidently.
"There! you spoke then without thinking," said Mrs.
Dane. "A little thought would have made it clear to you
that a pound is a pound, and that a pound of feathers must
weigh just as much as a pound of lead."
When I spoke, I was thinking that Tom Burton was
out in the yard waiting for me," said Walter.
Well, take your thoughts off from Tom Burton, and put
them on the question I am now about to ask you. What
is a noun? "
"A noun is a word used as the name of any object."
Very well. A noun, then, is a name-word."
"But why is not every word a name-word just the
same ?" asked Walter.
"Different sorts of words have different uses," said Mrs.
Dane. If I say,' Walter, come here,' by the word Walter,
I name an object or person; and it is therefore a name-word,
or noun. Noun means name. By the word come, I tell
Walter what to do; and therefore come is a different sort of
word from a name-word. Come is a verb. By the word here,
I tell Walter where he must come; and so here is a different
sort of word from both Walter and come. Here is an
adverb."
"But, if I say Come,' do I not name something ? asked
Walter.
"You certainly do not. What thing do you name ? Come
is not an object or thing; come is not a person. You cannot
say, Give me a come,' or Let.me see a come.' "
"But dog is a name-word, and tree is a name-word," cried
Walter. I can say, Give me a dog,' 'Let me see a tree;'
can I not ?"



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LEARN TO THINK.


"You certainly can, my son," said Mrs. Dane.
"And sister, father, mother, sky, cloud, sun, moon, bread,
butter, horse, cow, book, picture, water, land, doll, cart, ball,
bat, are all name-words, or nouns; are they not, mother ? "
"Yes: I think you begin to see now what a noun is. And
let me say one thing more, and then you may run to see
Tom Burton."
"What is it, mother ?" inquired Walter.
When your uncle gave you a box of mixed shells last
winter, what did you do with them ?"
"I sorted them carefully, putting those of the same kind
together, so that I might learn their names, the places where
they are found, and the habits of the little animals that live
in them."
"And just so we ought to treat words. We must first
sort them, so as to learn what their use is in speech, and
how and where they ought to be used. Grammar teaches
us to sort words. Now run and play." UNCLE CHARLES.


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A FIELD-DAY WITH THE GEESE.


JOSEPH wants to be a soldier; but, not having any boys to
drill, he has to content himself with drilling his uncle's
geese. See them on parade He has opened the gate: he
has cried out, "Forward, march! and in come the geese,
black and white, single file.
Joseph stands proudly aside, as a commander ought to,
while reviewing his troops. He has a flag in his hand. His
cousin Richard is the trumpeter. Mary looks on with admi-
ration, and does not remark that Fido, the sly dog, is trying
to find out what she has good to eat in her basket.
Now let me tell you a few facts aboltt geese. They have
the reputation of being stupid; but Richard has not found
them so. That leading goose goes by the name of Capt.
Waddle. He does not hold up his head as a captain should;
but he minds a good deal that Richard says to him, for he is
very fond of Richard, and tries to do all that he is told
to do.
I have heard of a goose who became very fond of a bull-
dog. Grim, for that was the dog's name, had saved her
from the clutch of a fox; and after that it seemed as if the
poor goose could not do enough to show her gratitude.
Every day she would keep as near to Grim as she could;
and, when he was chained to his kennel, she would stay by,
and show her affection in many ways.
At last the bull-dog was sent off to a neighboring town;
and then the poor goose lost her appetite, and seemed to
pine so, that her owner, Mrs. Gilbert, who was a humane
woman, and took a great interest in dumb animals, sent for
Grim to come back.
It would have pleased you to see the meeting. The in-
stant the goose heard Grim's familiar bark, she started up,









WHAT WILLY DID.

and ran with outstretched wings to greet him. She came
as near to embracing him as a goose could. Grim seemed
well pleased with her delight, and barked his acknowledg-
ments in a tone that could not be mistaken.
The goose soon regained her appetite, and was not again
parted from her dear Grim. The best of this story is, that
it is true. So you see that even geese are not so stupid but
that they show gratitude to those who befriend them.
Indeed, geese seem to be constant in their affections. They
know, also, how to show anger. I remember once seeing a
boy tease some geese in order to make them angry. They
ran after him in a rage, seized hold of his clothes, and
nipped him smartly to punish him for the insult.
Once, in Scotland, a young goose became so fond of its
master, that it followed him everywhere, no matter how
great the distance, and even through the crowd and tumult
of a city. UNCLE CIARLES.


WHAT WILLY DID.


WHEN the gas was lighted,
Willy's mamma said,
"Maggie, feed the children,
And put them both to bed."

When the milk was eaten,
Maggie went for more:
So she put the baby
Down upon the floor.

Then the naughty Willy
Climbed up for a match,
And he lit it quickly
With a little scratch.

But it burnt his fingers
When the flame arose,


And suddenly he dropped it
On the baby's clothes.

Up it blazed so fiercely,
That, when Maggie came,
There was little baby
Screaming in the flame.

Maggie put the fire out,
And saved the baby too;
But Willy was so frightened
He knew not what to do.

He was sorry, too, for baby,
With arms all burnt and sore
And so he never meddled
With matches any more.
H. F. W.






























GRANDPA AND THE MOUSE.

GRANDPA CRANE went into the city every morning. He
had to go so far, and it was so late when he came home to
dinner, he thought he would like to have something to eat
while he was away.
So every day, when he was ready to go to the cars, Aunt
Emmie gave him a little basket with a pretty round cover
on it.
Inside she put cookies or gingerbread, or plum-cake with
ever so many plums in it. Grandpa liked the plum-cake
best of all the little basket carried.
The office he sat in was down on a wharf, where the
water comes, and the wind blows, just as if it were out at
sea.
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GRANDPA AND THE MOUSE.


basket, and eat what Aunt Emmie had put in it. As he was
old, his hand would shake, and let bits of cake fall on the
floor.
Now, a little gray mouse lived in a hole in that very floor,
way up in a corner. His bright eyes peeped out at Grandpa
Crane when he was eating; and he looked as though he
would like to get those good bits if he could muster courage
to do it.'
One day mousie was so hungry, that he made bold to run
at a crumb which had fallen a good way from grandpa's
feet. He picked it up as quick as he could, and scampered
back with it to his safe little hole.
Finding that grandpa did him no. hurt, mousie tried it
another day. After a while, he came out every time he
saw grandpa open the little basket, and picked up all the
crumbs that fell down.
One day grandpa was very tired, and fell fast asleep after
he had eaten his cake. Pretty soon he felt a pull at his
soft white hair. He put up his hand, and down ran mousie.
Not getting as much to eat that day as he wanted, mousie
had just walked up grandpa's side to his shoulder, and then
up on his head. Wasn't that a queer place for a mouse to
try to find something to eat ? BrT IE.



























STORY OF A DAISY.

DEEP down in a snug little dell, beneath a high bank,
near the roadside, grew a wild daisy. It had braved the
snow and ice of winter, and was now putting forth its leaves
to the soft breezes and blue skies of spring.
One day a party of boys and girls came to play near the
daisy-plant's home; and she thought she would surely be
trampled on and killed. But the children at last went away,
and daisy-plant breathed freely once more.
But it was not long before she heard a child's voice cry,
" Papa, papa, I can run down this bank. Let me run down
this bank all by myself, dear papa." And, before papa could
say Nay, down ran little Emma Vincent, and stood close
beside daisy-plant.
Oh, look at this darling daisy, only look, papa!" cried
Emma; and in one little minute the child's finger and
thumb had tight hold of the young daisy-plant's only
flower.


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STORY OF A DAISY.


Tremble, now, daisy-plant; one little nip, and your beauty
and pride will be gone. But something else than this was
in store for poor daisy-plant. "I'll not gather the flower,"
said Emma. "The whole plant shall go into my garden,
papa, just as it is."
Daisy-flower did not know its danger then, or maybe it
would have shut up its eye, and hung down its head, for
very fear. But, instead of this, it looked up as boldly as
a modest daisy well could into the little girl's face.
So the whole plant was taken up by its roots; and Emma
bore it carefully home, and with the aid of John, the gar-
dener's boy, set it out nicely in her little flower-bed.
Emma took great care of daisy-plant, watering it at
night, and protecting it from the hot sun at noon. Soon it
began to thrive as bravely as in its own native dell. It was
very happy, and could spare a flower or two without miss-
ing them so very much.
But one day, when she returned from a week's visit to
her aunt, Emma missed her darling daisy-plant. 0 papa!"








STORY OF A DAISY.


cried she, "somebody has taken it away, -my precious
daisy."
Yes, a new gardener's boy, who had thought that it was
a weed, had pulled it up, and thrown it, he could not tell
where. It was hard to comfort Enima. Such a beautiful
flower it seemed in her eyes! And she had found it, and
put it in her own garden, and watched it and watered it so
carefully !
And what had become of poor daisy-plant? Had it
withered and perished? No, no! daisy-plants don't give
up life and hope so easily as that. Daisy-plant was safe
yet, though it had been thrown on a heap of rubbish.
The next day papa came in with something he had cov-
ered with a handkerchief. Emma took away the handker-
chief, and clapped her hands for joy. "My own dear
daisy," she said: "yes, I am sure it is the same. Thank
you, dear papa!"
Yes, papa had found it on the rubbish, had washed it from
dirt, and clipped off its broken leaves, and put it into a




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STORY OF A DAISY.

















pretty little flower-pot with some fine rich mould; and there
was daisy as brisk and bright as ever.
Summer passed away, and autumn came, and Emma was
as fond as ever of her dear plant. But Mrs. Vincent, Emma's
mother, had.been very ill, and Dr. Ware had cured her.
One day, while Emma was in the parlor with her father
and mother, Dr. Ware came in.
I need not come again," he said: I am here now to say
good-by. You will not want any more of my medicines."
Then Emma's papa thanked Dr. Ware very much for the
skill and care which he had shown in the case; and Emma's
mother said, I hope to show you some day how grateful I
am, Dr. Ware."
"What can I do to let him know how much I thank
him?" thought Emma. "I will give him my little daisy-
plant," said she. So she took it to Dr. Ware; and he was
o much pleased, that he took her on his knee and kissed
er. But I am not sure that a little tear did not drop on
aisy-flower, as Emma put it into the doctor's hand.











"CLEAR THE COAST!"


LEAR the coast! clear the coast! cried Albert
and Frank, as they came down hill swiftly on
Frank's new sled.
Look out for that woman!" cried little
Harry, who was standing at the top of the hill.
A poor German woman was crossing the road. She had
a large basket full of bundles, which she carried on her
head. In her right hand she had an umbrella and a tin pail,
and on her arm another basket. Truly, seeing that the roads
were slippery, she had more than her share of burdens.
She tried to get out of the way; but Frank's new sled
was such a swift runner, that it came near striking her, and
caused her to nearly lose her balance, putting her at the
same time into a great fright.
"You bad boys, you almost threw me down! she ex-
claimed, when she recovered from the start they had given
her, and looked around to see if she had dropped any of
her bundles.
But down the hill they rushed on their sled, Frank losing
his hat in their descent, but little caring for that in his
delight. The two boys, after reaching the foot of the hill,
turned, and began to drag their sled up again.
That woman," said Frank, called us bad boys. Let
us tell her that we are not bad boys. We did not mean to
run her down."
Here comes Harry, running. What has he got to say ?"
asked Albert.
I tell you what, boys," said Harry, you'll be taken up
if you run people down in that way."
Why didn't she clear the coast when I told her to ?"
said Albert.


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CLEAR THE COAST!


"Why didn't you steer your sled out of the way?"
returned Harry.
"I didn't hit her, did I ? said Albert.
"No; 'but you were trying to see how near you could
come without hitting her," replied Harry. "It's too bad
to treat a poor old woman so!"
"So it was," said Frank. What shall we do about it ?"
"That's for Albert to say," exclaimed Harry.
"Well," replied Albert, the right thing will be to offer
to drag her bundles for her on the sled."
That's it! said the other two boys.
By this time they had reached the place where the poor
woman was moving slowly along under her heavy burdens.
She seemed very tired, and sighed often as she picked
her way timidly over the frozen snow.
"We are sorry we frightened you," said Albert. "We
did not mean to do any harm. Put your baskets on this
sled, and we will drag them for you as far as you want to
go.
"Well, you are little gentlemen, after all," said the
woman, and I'm sorry I was so vexed with you." ,
You had cause," said Frank: "we were to blame."
Then she put her two baskets and the tin pail on the sled;
and the three boys escorted her to her home, where she
thanked them heartily for the way in which they had made
amends for Albert's bad steering. UNCLE CHARLES.

































A LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS.

THE little boy who got his aunt to write this letter for
him wishes to have it appear in this book so that Santa
Claus may be sure to read it. When it is printed, the little
boy says he can read it himself. Here is the letter:-
DEAR MR. SANTA CLAUS, Please, sir, could you not bring me a
team of goats next Christmas ? I do want them so much! Other little
boys no bigger than I am have a pair of goats to play with.
When I ask my mother to get me a pair, she says she will see, but
thinks I shall have to wait a little while. Now, dear Mr. Santa Claus, I
do not feel as if I could wait.
Besides, ma's "little while" seems like a great while to me, and when
I get older I shall have to go to school; but now I could play almost all
the time with my little goats, if I had them. Oh, dear I wish I had them
Snow I can hardly wait till Christmas.
I will be very kind to them, and give them plenty to eat, and a good








THE BOY AND THE NUTAS.


warm bed at night. Brother Charley says he will get me a wagon, if you,
good Mr. Santa Claus, will give me the goats.
Folks say, that, although you are an old man, you love little children;
especially little boys with black eyes, and who obey their another. Well,
my eyes are very black; and I love my mother dearly, and try to obey her,
My name is Francis Lincoln Noble: I live at 214, South 8th Street,
Williamsburgh, L.I. The house is quite high; but, dear Mr. Santa Claus,
I think your nimble deer can climb to the top of it.
You can put the little goats right down through the chimney in ma's
room. I will take away the fireboard, so they can come out at the fire-
place. Oh, how happy I shall be when I wake in the morning, and see
them I shall say, Merry Christmas !" to everybody; and everybody will
say, "Merry Christmas to me.
But dear,'good Mr. Santa Claus, if you cannot get to the top of the
house to put them down the chimney, please to bring them up the front-
steps, and tie them to the door-knob; and then blow your whistle, and
I will run right down to the door; and, dear Mr. Santa Claus, could you
not stop- long enough for me to say, "Thank you !" for my mother says
all good boys say, "Thank you !" when they receive a present?
FRANCIS LINCOLN NOBLE.


THE BOY AND THE NUTS.

A BOY once found some nuts in a jar. Like all boys, he
was fond of nuts, and was glad to hear that he might put
his hand once in the jar, and have all the nuts he could then
take out. He thrust his hand down the neck of the jar,
and took hold of all the nuts he could. When his hand
was quite full, he did his best to draw it out of the jar.
But the neck of the jar was small, and his hand was so
full of nuts, that he could not draw it out. He felt so sad,
that tears fell from his eyes. His friend who stood near
told him to let go half the nuts. He did so, and then drew
out his hand with ease.
We shall find it so in life : men lose all, if they try to get
too much. T.
T. G.
































EDDY'S THANKSGIVING.

LAST year Eddy spent Thanksgiving Day at his grandpa's.
For a week before the time came, he chattered about going.
He wanted to take with him his drum and his rocking-chair,
and Frisk his dog. But mamma said he would have plenty
of playthings and playmates without them.
You would have thought so too, if you had seen the
sleighs full of uncles and aunts and cousins that came driv-
ing up to grandpa's door the day before Thanksgiving; and,
if you had heard the laughing and shouting, you would have
said they were as merry a set of people as ever were got
together.
Thanksgiving morning, grandpa said they must all go to
church, every one of them, big and little, except Aunt



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EDDY'S THANKSGIVING.

Susan, who had a bad cold. So mamma dressed Eddy for
church, and told him to be careful to keep himself looking
nice; for he was one of the worst boys to tear and soil his
clothes that you ever saw.
Eddy took a seat in the parlor, intending to be very
careful; but pretty soon he heard his cousins Harry and
John talking in the kitchen, and went out to see what was
going on there.


As he passed along, he saw Towzer, grandpa's great
shaggy dog, on the porch, and thought he must have a romp
with him. He made Towzer sit up and shake hands, and
perform other tricks that had been taught him. Then he
thought Towzer would make a good horse.
So he straddled Towzer's back with his short fat legs, and
told him to "go 'long." But Towzer did not like to play
horse, and tried to shake Eddy off. Eddy held fast, and








EDDY THANKSGIVING.

wriggled and shouted to make Towzer go. All at once the
dog gave a spring, and threw Eddy off into a puddle of
water.
Poor Eddy went into the house, muddy and dripping, and
found that everybody was ready to start for church. Of
course, there was not time to dress him again; so he had to
stay with Aunt Susan.
He did not think that was very hard; for, after he was
dressed clean again, Aunt Susan gave him a cooky to eat,
and a picture-book to look at.
Whenwhe had got through with the book, she took him
down cellar with her to get some apples. Aunt Susan soon
filled her pan, and started back; but Eddy stopped to taste
the apples in every barrel.
"Come, Eddy," called Aunt Susan from the head of the
cellar-stairs.
"In a minute," answered Eddy, straining to reach the
apples in a barrel that was nearly empty. Just then he
slipped, and fell into the barrel head first, with his feet
sticking up.
How he squealed! Aunt Susan's cold had made her so
deaf, that she did not hear him. He kept on squealing and
kicking until the barrel tipped over; and then he backed
out of it, and went slowly up to the kitchen, very red in
the face.
He was pretty quiet after that until dinner was ready.
After dinner the children cracked nuts, and parched corn,
and played merry games; and Eddy had his share of all the
fun. When he went to bed, his Aunt Susan asked him
whether he had had a good time.
"Splendid! said Eddy.
"How did you like being thrown into the puddle ? said
Aunt Susan,








BENNY'S ARITHMETIC LESSON.


First rate said Eddy.
Did you think it good fun to dive into the barrel ? "
SJolly! said the little rogue. I'd like to do it again."
M. F. BULIMNGAMz.


BENNY'S ARITHMETIC LESSON.

LITTLE BENNY has just begun to go to school.
Some boys as young and active as he is would rather play
all day long than to spend part of the time in the school-
room; but he seems to like it.
Almost every day he comes running home, saying, "I've
learned something more to-day; and, after he has told us
about it, we send him out of doors with his little cousins,
who live close by.
We know that all work and no play would make Benny
a dull boy.
To-day he felt very proud, because he had been learning
to add. He said that he could say the first table.
I told him to begin, and I would tell him if he was right.
So he began; and this is the way it went on: -
BENNY. One and one are two. BENNY. Six and one are seven.
1lAMMA. -That is very true. MAMMA.- Thought you'd say eleven.
BENNY. -Two and one are three. BENNY. -Seven and one are eight.
MAMMA.-Nought could better be. MAMMA. -Bless your curly pate!
BENNY. -Four and one are five. BENNY. -Eight and one are nine.
MAMMA. True as I'm alive. MAMMA. -Why, how very fine!
B|NNY. -Five and one are six. BENNY. -Nine and one are ten.
MA3MMA. That's a pretty fix. MAMMA. -Pretty good for Ben.
We had a good hearty laugh when we got through; for
Benny's earnest way of reciting pleased me, and he enjoyed
the emphatic manner in which I replied to his additions.
How many of those who read this can say the table that
Benny did?




























WHAT JESSIE CORTRELL DID.


POOR little Johnny Cortrell's eyes kept growing dimmer;
and one day in May-time they failed altogether, and Jessie,
his sister, led him home from school stone blind.
His father and mother were greatly distressed at this.
Dr. James held a candle to the poor blind eyes; but they
never blinked. He said he was not enough of an oculist to
determine whether they could be cured; but there was a
doctor in Boston- Dr. Williamson, 33 Blank Street- who
would be able to pronounce with certainty.
Now, the Cortrells lived thirty-five miles away from Bos-
ton, and were quite poor. The father did not see how he
could afford the expense of sending Johnny to Boston yet
a while, but hoped to do it in the autumn.
Little Jessie overheard her parents talking on the subject,
and made up her mind to try and see what she could do.









WHAT JESSIE CORTRELL DID.


She thought she could not wait three, four, or five months,
to have Johnny cured: it ought to be done at once.
The next day she told her plan to Johnny, and they made
their preparations; and one bright morning, when it was
school-time, she and Johnny stole out of the house hand in
hand, quite unnoticed by any one.
They met a little girl named Jane Anderson; and by her
Jessie sent the following letter to her parents:-

DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER, I didn't ask you, for fear you would
say No; but Johnny and I are going to Boston to see Dr. Williamson. I
heard all the reasons why you couldn't take Johnny till fall, and I couldn't
wait. 'Twon't hurt us to walk this nice spring weather; and I don't
think any one will refuse to give a poor blind boy and his sister a place
to sleep, or a bowl of bread and milk to eat. We shall ask our road, and
we won't get lost. Our Father in heaven will go with us all the way.

Mr. Cortrell was much alarmed. "I must start after
them; wife," said he. "Those children on the road to Boston
all alone! Jessie is crazy."
But Mrs. Cortrell said, What if God put it into her heart,
John ? And so they concluded to do nothing about it.
Well, the children walked and walked, and now and then
they got a drive; and, on the third morning, Jessie led
Johnny into Boston over the Brighton road.
They found Dr. Williamson. He received them kindly.
He examined Johnny's eyes, and then said to Jessie, "I
think there are nine chances in ten that I can cure your
brother."
Jessie bounded with joy. The good doctor accommo-
dated them in his own house while the cure was going on;
and after not many days he sent the children home in the
cars, and, as he left them, placed a sealed envelope in the
hand of Jessie.









THE ACORNS.


"My bill for your father: there is no haste about it,"
said he kindly; and then he bade them good-by.
The journey was a short one. Happy enough were the
parents to see their dear children back again,.and Johnny
quite cured of his blindness.
Then Jessie handed her father the bill. Whatever it
is, I shall pay it cheerfully," said he. He opened it, and
read, -
"For services rendered Johnny and Jessie Cortrell.
"Received payment in full,
"CHARLES WILLIAMSON."

So Johnny got his eyes again,\and the doctor's bill was
settled; and Jessie had done it all.












THE ACORNS.

TALL oaks from little acorns grow."
Yes, darling children, that is so:
Then plant your acorns; do not fear;
And fruit will by and by appear.
The line you learn to-day may be
The very seed of Wisdom's tree.
EEMILY CARTER.


































THE STARLING AND THE SPARROWS.

THE starling is a trim little bird, measuring from seven
to eight inches in length. He goes dressed in black, and
his coat glistens like satin in the sunlight. In autumn,
however, after moulting, he looks as if bedecked with white
pearls.
This is his travelling-suit, and in it he prepares to take
his flight southward to a warmer region. He is a European
bird; and so he goes from Germany as far south as Spain,
Italy, and Greece. Now and then he ventures as far as
Africa.








fJIE STARLING AND TIHE. SPARRO WS.


But, as soon as spring begins to appear, the starling is
sure to come back northward to his old haunts. He comes
with merry songs and chatterings, and seems determined
that no one shall be sad while he is about.
Flying to the topmost bough of some tree in the neigh-
borhood of his old home, he proclaims to all the world that
the Good Fellow (as the Germans call him) has come back,
and that all the people may be glad accordingly.
After this, his first business will be to see how it stands
with his summer lodgings; for he wants to be spared the
trouble of finding a new mansion if he can help it. Some-
where about, there is, perhaps, a starling's tub or bucket,
that some friends of his have placed on a tree for his accom-
modation, in their garden or yard, after making a hole or
door by which he may enter.
But, dear me! what is his indignation, when he finds that
a family of saucy sparrows, going upon the old maxim of
"might makes right," have taken up their abode in his
house, without so much as saying, By your leave "!
"Quit this! cries the starling in tones that cannot be
mistaken.
"Go away, you black rogue !" cries the sparrow. "I
shall not quit this nice house for you."
But the starling has a sharp bill, and he hits the poor
sparrow with it. Sparrow calls him all the hard names he
can think of, and summons the whole sparrow community
to his assistance against the mean fellow who has come to
deprive him of his home.
The cries grow louder and wilder. Such an uproar of
sparrows as there is before the door At last comes Madam
Starling flying to the rescue; and then the battle is quickly
decided. The sparrows are driven off, and the starlings
remain in full possession.








THE STARLING AND THE SPARROWS.


Madam Starling looks about with her clear, bright little
eyes, and sees that the troublesome sparrows have all gone
away; and her faithful mate lights on the topmost bough
of a tree near by, and pours forth a song, of rejoicing and
of triumph.
But soon the wind blows cold from the north. Ah old
Winter comes back a moment or two just to see what Spring
is about. The flakes descend on their black coats; and the
starlings come out from their little house, and look about to
see what's the matter.








THE STARLING AND THE SPARROWS.


Have they made a mistake ? Oh, no Soon the sun will
be out. April has come, and the snow will not last long.
They first go to work, and clean their little house, pitching
out all the rubbish the sparrows have left there.
Straw, feathers, and hay must now be got for a nice fresh
nest. This they soon make; and one day Madam Starling
shows her mate five or six clear blue eggs in the nest. For
nearly sixteen days she must sit brooding on these eggs;
and then what joy half a dozen bright little starlings
make their appearance.
But, dear me, how hungry they are! Father and mother
have just as much as they can do to feed them. The little
ones seem to be crying all the time for "more, more "
Will they never get enough ?
In a few weeks the children grow so strong and sleek, that
Papa Starling says to them, "Now, boys and girls, you must
learn to fly, and get your own living. Come, tumble
out!"
So the young ones have to ven-
ture out; and soon they find they
can pick up worms and seeds enough
Sfor themselves. What joy to fly
from tree to tree! How pleasant
Sto light among the green stalks and
the flowers on the warm summer
days! The starlings -have a merry
Time of it; and, when winter comes,
all they have to do is to fly south-
ward.
S No sooner are they gone than the
sparrows again take possession of the forsaken house, in
great delight at having such a nice warm dwelling for the
winter. ANwA LIy m esn.




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THE SPRAINED


ANKLE.


HARRY has been a long, long time at the window, watch-
ing the boys as they go past on their sleds. It is a bright
afternoon, and they are enjoying the coasting very much.
Harry draws a long sigh, which makes his mamma look
up from her work, and say, -
"I know it is hard for you, darling; but think what
might have happened to Johnny if you had not saved him."
Would you like to know what it is which keeps Harry
in-doors while there is so much fun outside ?
Well, while he is counting the sleds as they go down the
long hill in front of the-house, I will tell you.
It was on Saturday afternoon, a'week ago. He was out
coasting with the other boys. Johnny Ware, a little fellow
only five years old, was with them.








THE SPRAINED ANKLE.


Harry and several other boys were going very swiftly
down the hill as Johnny was coming up.
Get out of the way shouted one boy.
"Look out, Johnny, turn to the right! cried another.
But the little fellow did not know which was right, and,
being bewildered, stood still. The sleds were almost upon
him, and it seemed as if he must be run over, when Harry
caught him, and threw him one side, but not in season to
save his own ankle.
It was badly sprained, and he had to be carried home.
Bdt when Harry remembers the danger, and how near
Johnny came to being run over, he does not complain. He
can even watch the boys cheerfully, and clap his hands in
joy as he hears their ringing laugh and merry shouts.
Johnny Ware is among them, but does not stay long.
He comes into Harry's house to warm his fingers. After
standing by the stove a few minutes, he comes to the wvin-
dow, and, slipping his little cold hand into Harry's, ays,
"May I stay with you, Harry ?"
Don't you think our little lame boy is hal-py now \
LMA\n hI RTLE.












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A SCHOOL-BOY'S STORY.


JOHN TUBBS was one day doing his sums, when little Sam
Jones pushed against him; and down went the slate with a
horrid clatter. "Take care of the pieces! said the boys,
laughing. But Mr. Brill, the master, thought it no laughing
matter, and, believing it to be John Tubbs's fault, told him
that he should pay for the slate, and have his play stopped
for a week.
John said nothing. He did not wish to get little Sam into
trouble: so he bore the blame quietly. John's mother was
by no means pleased at having to pay for the slate, as she
was a poor woman, and had to provide for several other
little Tubbses besides John.
"I tell you what it is, John," said she, "you must. learn
to be more careful. I shall not give you any milk for your


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A SCHOOL-BOY'S STORY.


breakfast all the week; and by this I shall save money for
the slate, which it is right you should pay for."
Poor John ate his bread with water instead of milk: but
somehow he was not unhappy, for he felt that he had done a
kindness to little Sam Jones; and the satisfaction of having
rendered a service to another always brings happiness.
A few days after, Mr. Jones came to the school, and spoke to
Mr. Brill about the matter; for little Sam had told his father
and mother all about it. Sam was a timid boy; but he could
not bear to see John Tubbs kept in for no fault, while the
other boys were at play.
What !" said the master, and has John Tubbs borne all
the blame without saying a word ? Come here, John."
What's the matter now ? said John to himself. Some-
thing else, I suppose. Well, never mind, so that poor little
Sam Jones has got out of his little scrape,"
Now, boys," said Mr. Brill, here's John Tubbs. Look
at him! And the boys did look at him as a criminal; and
John looked very much like a criminal, and began to think
that he must be a bad sort of fellow to be called up in this
way by his master.
Then Mr. Brill, the master, told the boys all about the
broken slate, that John did not break it, but bore all the
blame to save Sam Jones from trouble, and had gone with-
out his milk and play without a murmur. The good school-
master said that such conduct was above all praise; and,
when he had done speaking, the boys burst out into a cheer.
Such a loud hurrah! it made the school-walls ring again.
Then they took John on their shoulders, and carried him in
triumph round the playground.
And what did John say to all this? He only said,
"There, that'll do. If you don't mind, you'll throw a fellow
down." T. C.












THE MOTHER'S PRAYER.

NCE there was a good mother whose chief
prayer for her little boy in his cradle was that
he might have a loving heart. She did not
pray that he might be wise or rich or hand-
some or happy or learned, or that others might
love him, but only that he-might love.
When that little boy, whose name was Edward, grew up,
it seemed as if his mother's prayer had been answered, and
that, in making it, she had been wiser than she knew or
dreamed.
She had not prayed that he might be wise; but somehow
the love in his heart seemed to make him wise, and to lead
him to choose what is best, and to remember all the good
things he was taught.
She had not prayed that he might be rich; but it turned
out that he was so anxious to help and serve others, that
he found the only way to do that was to get the means of
helping: and so he became diligent, thrifty, and prompt in
business, till at last he had the means he sought.
Edward's mother had not prayed that he might be hand-
some; but there was so much love and good-will manifest
in his face, that people loved to look on it: and its expression
made it handsome, for beauty attends love like its shadow.
The prayer had not been that he might be happy; but
-dear me how can there be love in the heart without hap-
piness ? Edward had no time for moping discontent, for
revenge, or anger. He was too busy thinking what he
might do for others; and, in seeking their happiness, he,
found his own.
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CHARLEY'S OPINION.

his parents to have him attend to his studies, he did his
best: and though there were many boys quicker and apter
than he, yet Edward generally caught up with them at last;
for love made him attentive and earnest.
But last of all, though Edward loved others, did others
love him ? That is the simplest question of all. You must
first give love if you would get it. Yes: everybody loved
Ed4ward, simply because he loved everybody. And so I
advise those little boys and girls who think they are not
loved, to put themselves the question, But do you love ?"
EMILY CARTER.


CHARLEY'S OPINION.

THE girls may have their dollies,
Made of china or of wax:
I prefer a-little hammer,
And a paper full of tacks.

There's such comfort in a chisel!
And such music in a file !
I wish that little pocket-saws
Would get to be the style !

My kite may fly up in the tree;
My sled be stuck in mud;
And all my hopes of digging wells
Be nipped off in the bud:

But with a little box of nails,
A gimlet and a screw,
I'm happier than any king:
I've work enough to do. ANA N. TaEAT.










"TOUCH MY CHICKS IF YOU DARE !"

THAT is what the old hen must have said to.our little pup
Bravo, who, being three months old, thought he was a match
for any chicken or hen in the whole barnyard. He made
up his mind that he would first try his courage on a little
yellow chick named Downy, who was just three days old,
and who had strayed away from his mother's wing to pick
up a crumb.
So with a fearful growl, and a bark that might have fright-
.ened a lion, Bravo made a leap and a spring after poor little
Downy. But Downy was too intent on his crumb of bread
to take much notice of the enemy; and then Bravo, like a
prudent general, stopped short, and tried his artillery before
approaching any nearer. In other words, he began to bark
in such a terrible manner, that any reasonable person would
have shown his respect by running away.
But Downy was too young to reason, or show respect.
Bravo, though as valiant as Julius Caesar, was, at the same
time, as cautious and careful as Fabius; and, if you do not
know who Fabius was, I must tell you. He was a Roman
general who was very famous for his ability in retreating,
and getting out of an enemy's way.
Bravo thought to himself, "It holds to reason, since that
little chick isn't afraid of such a powerful dog as I am, that
there must be help near at hand." And, sure enough, hardly
had Bravo thought this, when from behind some rushes ran
out an old hen, followed by four, five, six chickens; and the
old hen, with her feathers all ruffled, went right at Bravo,
while the chicks stood behind sharpening their bills, and
getting ready to join in the battle with their mother.
Although the most courageous of dogs, it could not be
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THE CATCHER CAUGHT.

stand against such odds. He paused a moment, with his
mouth open, as the terrible old hen came at him; and then,
seeing that the tide of battle was against him, he ran off as
fast as he could to his master's door-step. But, though de-
feated, he showed his spirit by keeping up a frightful bark-
ing. The old hen and her chicks, however, were so stupid
that they did not mind it much.
Indeed, the old hen, with her family, came up so near to
the door-step, that Bravo was obliged to make a second
retreat. This he did with such success and good general-
ship, that he escaped unhurt. Thus ended Bravo's first bat-
tie; and I think you will agree with me, that many a gen-
eral with epaulets would not have done any better.
UNCLE CHARLES.



THE CATCHER CAUGHT.

First Sparrow (the one standing with both wings spread).
-Oh, look here! Come all. See what has happened!
Here is old Scratch-claw with his tail caught fast in the
door.
SecondSparrow. -Where is he? Let me see. Oh, isn't
this jolly Halloo, Sparrows Come and see. Come one,
come all.
Third iSparrow. That's the rascal that killed and ate
three of my little ones.
Fourth Sparrow. He came near catching me, the other
day. Didn't he spit viciously when he saw me get out of
his way ?
Fifth Sparrow (the one on the ground).- How are you,
old Sneezer? How are your folks ? Don't you find your-
self comfortable ?



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Pussy. Siss-ss-siss-ss Mee-ow, mee-ow!
Fifth Sparrow. Oh! wouldn't you like .to, though ?
Spit away, old fellow! It's music to us sparrows.
Sixth Sparrow. -You are the brute that killed my dear
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THE CATCHER CAUGHT.


Seventh Sparrow. He also murdered my precious little
; Twitterwit.
Eighth Sparrow. He is a bad fellow; and it is not sur-
prising he has come to grief.
Ninth Sparrow. Pull away, old boy! Sha'n't we come
and help you ? I love you so, I would like a lock of -your
hair.
Tenth Sparrow (the one on the lowest bough). Children,
hush! It is not good sparrow morality to jeer at an enemy
in affliction, even a cat.
Fifth Sparrow. -0 grandfather, you shut up your bill!
Just you go within reach of his claws, and see what cat-
gratitude is.
Tenth Sparrow. My children, we must not exult over
the pains even of an enemy. A cat has feelings.
Pussy. Siss-hiss-hoo! Mee-ow! Fitt! Fitt!
Fifth Sparrow. What a lovely voice !
Sixth Sparrow.- The expression of his face, too, how
charming!
Tenth Sparrow.- Fly back, all of you, to your bushes
and. trees; for here comes a little boy who will see that
Pussy is rescued.
First Sparrow. Well, I wouldn't have missed this spec-
tacle for a good deal.
Fifth Sparrow.--It is better than Barnum's exhibition
any day.
First Sparrow. Yes, and it costs us nothing.
Tenth Sparrow. -There! Fly away, all of you! Fly
away! You have said enough. I am ashamed of you all.
You ought to know better than to be revengful. You are
quite as bad as boys and men.
Fifth Sparrow. Grandfather is getting, to be abusive.
Let us fly off Good-by, Pussy! Pull away!
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