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Group Title: Happy hours in the little peoples' world : new and old jingles and stories : prettily pictured.
Title: Happy hours in the little peoples' world
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Title: Happy hours in the little peoples' world new and old jingles and stories : prettily pictured
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 35 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Greenaway, Kate, 1846-1901 ( Illustrator )
J.A. & R.A. Reid (Firm) ( Publisher )
Publisher: J.A. & R.A. Reid
Place of Publication: Providence R.I
Publication Date: c1891
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1891   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1891   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1891
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Rhode Island -- Providence
 Notes
General Note: Illustrations by Kate Greenaway and others.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in red.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00081198
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223403
notis - ALG3652
oclc - 191100929

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Frontispiece
        Page 1
    Title Page
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    Oh, happy hours!
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    Jingles and stories
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OH, happy hours, when all the day
Is spent in jollity and play,
With hoops or ball, with bow or gun,
To bat or shoot, or swiftly run,
And find each moment bright and gay

Oh, what care we if skies be gray,
When in the house we can array
Our dolls or with the cat have iun ?
Oh, happy hours!

With us December, March or May,
Are all as one long holiday;
And when all other sports are done,
Welcome, dear book, that once begun
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HAVE you all been to the sea-shore? -
Berty and Alice are stopping at the hotel on the hill. It is chil-
dren's hour on the shore, and the nurses have settled themselves --
comfortably in the shade of the pavilion with the babies in their "
Carriages, to watch the bathers. Do you know what the bathers mean? --
At this hour the nurses and children undress and put on some pretty- --
flannel robes. They then run out of the bathing houses into the
water. The waves come in and roll over them, and they dance and
splash, and scream and laugh, and plunge into the water. Berty and --
Alice have had their dip this morning, and have become good friends
in the surf. They have now started to take Dolly" riding. Berty -
has brought his hoop along to roll. It is such fun to see your foot- :
prints in the sand, to make houses, and pick the pretty shells, the A; -
mosses and wild flowers that grows close to the rocks. You would .. .-
never tire of it, I know. Even children who quarrel over playthings, ..--- $._:_.
become friends in tossing up, d; .in. and building in the sand. Per- .
haps it is because the next day all they have done the day before is -
washed away by the great changing waves of the sea. Thus they ,
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,Do you know what it means to be an artist? It is to be able to create
on paper or canvas a picture of what we see or imagine, so that others
,may see it as we do. You see here he has drawn a figure of a man,
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and he is now busy with his brush, making another picture. See how
pleased he is, and how quietly his little brother and sister wait to see it.
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lazy boy. He gets up late in the morning, andartist? It is to be able to create
last moment may see it as we do. Yo harlie is up early in the mornof a ingman,
cuts wood, ani d helps to get breakfast. Yet he is alwas the first in
his place; studies his lessons inhow qetly thehis little brotheevening, and knowster watwhat to dsee it
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HERE we see man's loving and faithful companion, the .dog.
Many of you have had a pet dog and know how fond he was of his
master; how he watched at the door for your return from school;
how he pranced and danced and almost laughed when he knew you
were going to take him for a walk; and how, when you were sick
and the doctor came and mamma looked sadly, and spoke softly and
low, your dog lay at the bed-room door and waited till he could creep
in and lick your hand as it hung over the bedside, then crouched
low upon the floor, only too pleased to be allowed to be near his
master. When you were getting better what delight he showed as
you sat up in the easy chair! And on the first day you were able to
walk what capers of jy !
The tall dog in the picture is a stag-hound, a very noble and
wise animal that comes from Scotland. Sir Walter Scott, a great
man whose stories you will like when you are a little older, owned
one of these dogs, which he called Maida. Wherever he went the
dog went with him, and they loved each other dearly. When Maida
died of old age, Sir Walter wept bitterly, and said he had lost one of
his best friends. He buried her in his garden and raised a tomb-
stone to her memory. Then the great poet, Lord Byron, had a well-
loved dog and wrote a beautiful poem in memory of him.
The centre dog in the picture is a fox hound; the squires and
lords of England keep great kennels of these hounds, and in


autumn when the poor hungry fox comes out to hunt for food, and
perhaps to rob the farmer's hen roosts, the master of the hounds gets
up a fox hunt and the men, and often ladies, too, ride fine horses,
galloping over the fields, jumping fences, till the hounds with their
fine noses scent the fox and run him to earth-that is, to his hole
in the ground,-when the huntsman cuts off the fox's tail, or brush,
as they call it, and presents it to the best and fastest rider, the horse-
man who is first in at the death. Then the dogs tear the fox to
pieces. This is very cruel sport; don't you think so, too?
The odd, short legged, very long dog at the left of the picture, is
also an English dog, called a beagle, and is used for hunting rabbits.
All this hunting seems very cruel, but perhaps these little creatures
who eat the corn and cabbages would get too plentiful and trouble-
some were they not destroyed in some way.
The two other dogs are a pointer and a setter, both dogs used
for hunting birds.
The pointer, when he scents a bird, stands very stiffly in one
spot, with his nose pointed at the game, and his tail stands out rigidly.
When the hunter fires, and the bird falls, the dog runs and brings
it to him in his mouth. Sometimes it is difficult to keep the dog
from tearing or eating the bird, so the trainer teaches him by making
him bring to him a worsted ball all filled with needles which he has
to hold very tenderly, or they will prick his mouth.


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WE must get out of the way, for this coach is coming right at us, and
these lively horses will trample on us. It looks as if the smart young man
who is driving four-in-hand, were paying more attention to the handsome
girl beside him than to his horses. He must look out, or they will surely
run over some one. How the glasses of the lanterns shine See, the man
on horseback turns to look at the fine team, or at the ladies.
It may be he is looking to see if the horses run over us. We are all in
the Park; and surely we all wish we were in this coach, too, to go rattling
along past all the nags and cart horses; to have the dogs bark at our horses'
heels; and at last, as the sun goes down, to reach home and find a splendid
dinner awaiting us. We should sleep soundly after that, and awake the next
mrnfning so bright and fresh that our lessons would seem as good as play,
,and our teachers the kindest of friends. Well, let us make believe we are
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Is not this a beautiful picture of a dear little girl,
with her smiling face and lovely flowers? I wonder
of what it makes you think? It brings to my mind
a poem I used to know when I was a child. Perhaps
you will learn it and will remember the lesson it
teaches. I will write it for you:

There is a little maiden-
Who is she! Do you know?
Who always has a welcome,
Wherever she may go.

Her face is like the _. -time,
Her voice is like a bird's;
The sweetest of all music
Is in her lightsome words.

The loveliest of blossoms
Spring where her light foot treads,
And most delicious odors
She all around her sheds.

Each spot she makes the brighter,
As if she were the sun;
And she is sought and cherished
And loved by every one:

By old folks and by children,
By lofty and by low,
Who is this little maiden?
Does anybody know?

You surely must have met her-
You certainly can guess;
What! Must I introduce her?
Her name is Cheerfulness.






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cause was right. The best of all is that in the end they won the fight, and
.-. we are now the Unked States, instead of English Colonies. We are all
glad of it. are we not? No matter how much we may love dear old Eng-
'- land, we are glad to have the Fourth of July come; and it would not have
S, been a great day at all if it had not been for brave men such as this in the
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S' -'- THESE Minute Men are watching for some of the king's soldiers. They
want to fight them, or rather they are ready to defend themselves against the
S' king's men. Are they not a determined, strong, honest lot of men? Per-
V l 1 .haps this is just before the battle of Bunker Hill. See, one of the men is
S" 'I talking about the enemy while motioning with his hand towards them.
S-They were noble men; and when you are older you will read more
I C about them, and think them some of the bravest men that ever lived.

Do you notice that the one nearest you, resting on his gun, has his coat
LA -- off? He will fight, when the time comes, you may be sure. See how his
> eyebrows are drawn together, and how determinedly his mouth is closed.
'--' ? There is his powder-horn slung at his side. It will not be so full of powder
i3 A ,' .' i" an hour after this, but the whole sky will be full of smoke, and the air strong
i.." '. with the smell of the powder. The men's faces will be black with smoke,
S. / and some of them bloody from bullet wounds or sword cuts. But they will
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thing out of a horn. You may have seen somebody like him among the
Continental on Parade Day, but none of the Continentals you have
seen looked so earnest, surely. What is he pouring out of the horn? It is
gunpowder. The gun in his hand is called a flint-lock. If you look





sharply right there by the lower side of the small end of the powder-horn,
PERHAPS e first thing you will see the flint, which is a kind of very hard stone of a brownish
thr-cor, cut nearly square and ratheis strange coat, and tht under the end of the
thing out of a horn. You may have seen somebody like him among the




powder-horntals on the fParade Day, ut none of the gun, Continentals you may see a carved piece of
seen looked so earnest, surely. What is he pouring out of the horn ? It is . . .



i ron That is the cover to what is called the fan The man fills the panlook
sharply right thpowder and puts down the low er side of the n hesmall end of the trigger-, hn
Swill see the flint goes down with a snap and of makes a spark by striking the cover ofwnish
color, cut nearly sark lights their thin. Then right under the nd of tgun.



But what man is this? Over a hundred years ago, when your Papa's :'
powdgreat-grandfathe further side of Save the Kng," instead of Yankee Doo-f
iron. That is thpeople discover to what is calle d the king They would have loved him if he pan



had been good to them. But he made it very hard for them, so they said
they would not have him for a king any more, unless he behaved himself,
and that they would make laws fo r themselves. The puking was the trigger, and
of c ourse, and sent lots of soldiers over the ocean with snguns and makes a spark by striking the cover of





and swords and drums, and bright uniforms. And he said he would kill -'
all those who would not obey him. Then the people of this country.
But what man is this? Over a hundred years ago, when your Papa's
great-grandfather sang God Save the King," instead of Yankee Doo- .




became soldiers, too, and aboutlik twelve thousand of hm i ul Massachusetts l h
had promised to wherever they were needed at very a minute's warning so they said
they would not have him for a king any more, unless he behaved himself, "r.




a nd that they would make laws for themselves. The king wasem. They angr




were so earnest in those days that deacons of churches, and even clergy-
of course, became capsent lots of soldier s over the ocean with g because thei MINUTE MEN
and swords and drums, and bright uniforms. And he said he would kill ..,- "
all those who would not obey him. Then the people of this country A-.,. '' .:
became soldiers, too, and about twelve thousand of them in Massachusetts .: ..

were called Jfinule Men. This man before you is one of them. They -,- -., _-
were so earnest in those days that deacons of churches, and even clergy-
men, became captains of companies and fought bravelr. because their MINUTE MEN




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PRETTY Miss Phcebe went
to market to get vegetables for
the cook. She put on her Gains-
borough hat, because, to tell the
truth, it made her'quite bewitch-
ing. And then, her golden hair
was so beautiful under its broad.
black brim It looked a little like
a shower before she started, but
she felt certain it would clear up,
so she took her parasol and not
her umbrella, because though
she would not tell you so her
parasol looked much prettier with
her big hat and nice dress than
the blue gingham umbrella, which
was the only one which had
not been borrowed by the neigh-
bors. She got to market safely
and about half way back, that is,
as far as the Widow Greene's
door, when a few big drops came
pattering down. She looked up
(and oh how prettily she looked
up!) and sure enough there
was a big black cloud as full of
rain as a meadow is of grass.
She did not hurry. No, nice
young women who wear Gains-
borough hats must not hurry.
The hats come off if you hurry
much. You must be dignified if
you wear a Gainborough hat
She calmly set the basket down
and slowly opened the parasol.
Perhaps she knew what a charm-
ing picture she made, and per-
haps there was an artist in the
next house whom she knew
wished to make a picture of her
looking up just that way. At
any rate, the artist who painted
the picture from which this was
engraved, has been good to us
by showing us Phoebe in just the
attitude we like best. We should
be glad that the shower came
suddenly, and that Phoebe wore
her Gainsborough hat.


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IT is Christmas time. Mistletoe and holly has
been gathered and put in the ginger jar by the lounge,
and now Mamma has taken her guitar and is playing
an accompaniment to the Christmas song little Mollie
and Edna are singing so well. Mamma is humming the
tune also. They are very good and sweet little girls, who
love music as well as ball and dolls, and who love
Mamma best of all.
Mamma is one of the very best Mammas that ever


lived. She is always doing something to make the
whole day useful and pleasant to the children. She
likes few things as well as to take her guitar and play
some pretty tune for them to sing. Each night before
they go to bed they sing something. Then they
crawl into Papa's lap and listen to a short story.
After that they fall right to sleep loving everybody.
That is a very pleasant way to live. How much bet-
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JEANNETTE had been a good little girl for a whole week, and mamma had
told her if she would be good for so long she would take her with dear papa
-in a nice boat and go up the beautiful river to watch papa fish. Now Jean-
7 nette liked nothing better; so one bright summer morning nurse put on
--- her pretty white dress and pink sash, and tied a pink ribbon in her brown
Shair, and they started, that is, after mamma had put on a dress almost too
.-- nice to go fishing in, and papa had got out his fish lines anj pole. They
S- .. '"did not row far, but it seemed a long way to Jeannette, and oh, how beauti-
;, ful the green trees were, and how they bent down to look at themselves in
S"'the shining water The swallows skimmed over the surface, and the dragon
J- flies went by the boat like little needles of green and blue fire. Jean-
S nette saw them all; and she saw beautiful white water lilies, too, which
smelled deliciously. How happy she was when papa caught a fish and let
her put the dear little thing in a tub which they had brought. About one
o'clock they had a lunch under the shady trees, and Jeannette knew she was
--;.. never so happy in her life before, she thought she would always be very
good indeed, if such pleasant fishing parties were to be had for it. She went
Some rather tired, but she had the most beautiful dreams of long winding
-. rivers that were as blue as the sky and as clear as glass; and in them she
:-. "- '-- could see gold fish and silver fish, and bright red fish swimming about.
"- ..- -' They were so gentle they would let her take them in her hands, for they
5i knew she would not hurt them.
.... --. Papa and mamma, after Jeannette was asleep, smiled, and said to each
Other, "what a dear well-behaved little girl our Jeannette isI We must
S-"take her to the Zoilogical Gardens next week to see the lions and tigers and
S-"the funny giraffes." Then they went and kissed her while she slept.






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gan slides, down which men and women on a kind of sled shoot like light-
ning. Every one seems to enjoy it greatly, but perhaps the children have
most pleasure when mother or aunty wraps them in their warm suits made -
of heavy blankets. They send little Chris out into the crisp air of the
December day, telling him to take good care of sister Flossie while tobog- -
ganing. The toboggan, which was first used in Canada, is quite unlike the .
sleds your papa and big brothers went coasting on when they were boys. -
It has no runners, as you see in the pictures, but is made of thin, hard wood, ;L
broad and flat, with a curled-up end. It is strongly braced by short ribs of
wood. The great fun is, after the snow thaws in the day and freezes hard
at night, to take the toboggan to the top of a high hill, and then, when --
Flossie is seated in front with I-er feet tightly braced against the rod, and
Chris sitting sideways behind her with one foot out to steer with, to give a
push, and then go flying through the air down the hill as swiftly as an ava-
lanche descends a mountain side.
Flossie holds her breath and is almost afraid, but her eyes dance and
sparkle, and the cold wind reddens her cheeks. She can trust brother Chris;
and they reach the end of the hill in safety. But all pleasure has a corre-
sponding pain, and in the companion picture you can see Flossie and Chris
trudging slowly up the slippery hill dragging their toboggan behind them. 1,
But oh, the return is slow, and one wonders if the fun is worth the trouble. .
Let us hope they will not stay out so late that the muffins for tea wig be
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Getting preoed.
SISTER says I am a big boy now, and
I ought to be able to dress myself, but oh,
dear the buttons are so small they slip out
of my fingers, and the button-holes are so
/ / tight I can't do anything with them. I wish
mamma would put on big buttons and make
the button-holes ever so much larger. Then
S it is so hard to tie a good bow around my
neck. I have learned to make a double
knot, but I always tie it too tight, so that
there are small loops and great long ends,
or else too loose so that it slips out in a little
GETTING DRESSED. while. It is ever so much easier, too, to
have sister comb my hair than to d) it myself, and it all takes so long
when I am hungry for my breakfast. But I suppose I must learn
sometime, and I might as well begin now. Sister tells me to begin
with one thing at a time and do that until I learn how, and then
do the next, so I combed my hair myself this morning. Don't you
think it looks so?

grownic Saace.

THIS little boy has a beautiful home and a dear, good father
and mother. He has toys almost without number, and nice clothes
and everything to make him happy.
His uncle, who is very fond of Charlie,
for that is his name, and has no chil-
dren of his own, gave him on his birth-
day a pony and cart, with which he
is often taken to ride with his nurse.
Every wish is gratified, but still he
frowns and frets.
One morning he threw his china
plate down and broke it in pieces.
His mother brought a strong one from
the kitchen, on which to eat his break-
fast, and when he went to bed at
night she told him about some children
she knew who were sweet tempered -
all day long, and who were never.
cross or did naughty things. She said -
she was afraid she could not call him her -
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Who loves to pout and fret,
Who says the summers are t
The winters are too wet."
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the delight of the
household. Mamma i
cares for her, papa ..,
hugs her, grandma : '
kisses her, grandpa ,.-
pets her and all love
her dearly. A real
little sunbeam she is, -',
shining all the day, -
keeping their hearts .'':
warm. In her high -' '' -:',.
chair she smiles all '. -'-. I. -
the while she eats her .
bread and milk.
Many are the happy LITTLE BESSIE.
hours grandpa spends with her, listening to her childish prattle.
"What makes your eyes so bright, to-day, my little girl?"
asked her mother. Slowly, as if thinking, Bessie answers, I dess
it's 'tause I haven't had 'em in very long, mamma, dear."

nolic ePt plant.
SoME years ago Oscar's parents came from the cold land of Nor-
way to seek their fortunes in a new country. Soon the father sickened
S and died, and the struggle with poverty
3 ~and want was hard for the mother.
Morning and evening, rainy or fair,
S Oscar sold daily papers at-the ferries
C or along the streets, and his manly
ways brought him many a friend.
A. kind lady invited him to the Mis-
.sion School. Regularly he went, and
sang the hymns with a clear, strong
& \. .. voice. His little sister, of whom he
was very fond, often took the prizes
for good lessons.
-- At Easter they were given a plant
with lovely blossoms. How bright,
Lena thought, this will make our home
down in the narrow alley. Their hearts
were light and gay, echoing the joy-
ous music of Easter time, as they burst
into their mother's dark bed-room,
where she lay so sad and wearied.
The joy of her children, the He is
FACE. Risen," in the song they sang, and the
beautiful flowers, touched
her tired heart. God is
' Our Father,'" she said,
" and He will care for us,"
and new purposes came to
help her.
For his dear mother's sake,
Oscar waters the pet plant i
each day.

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A SAILOR SEWING.


HERE is a sailor boy sewing, with his box of
thread by his side. His mother, when she made his
pinafores, did not think he would leave the snug
farm among the mountains to live on the sea, among
hills of water that are always moving. Now he has
to sew for himself, when he tears his trousers or
loses a button, or wants anything made.
Perhaps his mother is thinking about him now,
and wondering if he is safe; and it may be he is
thinking of her, and of how much better she would
sew this very thing he is at work upon. But he
loves the sea better than the land, and would not be
happy off it. Somebody's boys must be sailors, be-
cause if there were none we could not have spices
and parrots, elephants and monkeys, nor French
dolls brought to us. Mamma could not have her tea
nor papa his coffee if some boys did not love the sea
and ships. But it is very lonesome and terrible
upon the ocean when it storms; and we should
honor the brave boys and men who dare cross the
great waves where there are no paths,


Tuz PxT PLANT.


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GOLDEN sunshine, lend thy glory,
West-wind, wave the trees above,
Lark and thrush, sing out your story
Teach my child your Maker's love.
Baby, darling, look around thee,
See the cloudlets floating by,
See the pleasures which surround thee
In the sunny earth and sky.
Watch the swallows swiftly flying,
See the wild flowers brightly gay,
Hear the echo faintly dying,
As the lark pours forth his lay.
He who decked the earth with flowers
Kedps and guards my tender child
Safely through the summer hours,
And when storms are raging wild.


THE SEAMSTRESS.


summer song.

IN the happy summer days,
When the barley bows its golden head,
The birds pour forth their gladsome lays,
And roses blossom white and red.
'Tis then from every shady nook
We hear the sound of life and glee,
And flowers grow where e'er we look,
While welcome shadow gives each tree.
Sheltered by the thicket shade,
There we sit, we boys and girls,
A storm of summer snow is made
By roses falling on our curls.
The crickets chrip their roundelays
Amongst the grass at early morn.
How happy are the summer days
When gaily waves the golden corn.


The eam6tre,.


THIS dress must be done, for it is Lillian's graduating day to-
morrow," said Fanny, so she sat down to hem the fleecy muslin.
"I wish I could have stayed in the class. I know I studied as hard
as the other girls did. It would be so nice to hear Dr. Marsh's
encouraging words, as he gave us our diplomas."
Fanny's father had died suddenly, and left his family without
means. The mother was a brave woman, and so set about to keep
her home. Fanny at once said, I shall help you, mother." She
had quietly held to her purpose, but this evening, as the candle-light
shone on her work, thoughts came to her of her school days, now at
an end, and also the joy of her companions, and she was sad. On
and on she stitched, and grew braver with the struggle.
It will not make things better to complain. I am so glad
mother can keep the old home, and it will be easier by and by.
Johnnie shall keep on with his school, and I'll study what I can to
keep up with him. To be a seamstress is not the easiest thing.
Many girls do not make enough to be comfortable, Aunt Mary says,
and she has had much experience, and helped many times those in
need. But I'll do my very best. God will help. He never forsakes
us, mamma often says."
The brave, patient girl toiled on, and did as she promised. In
time she came to be very expert with her needle, and became an
intelligent, useful woman.





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As I was walking up the street,

The steeple bells were ringing;

As I sat down at Mary's feet,

The sweet, sweet birds were
singing.

As I walked far into the world,

I met a little Fairy;

She plucked this flower, and as it's


sweet


I've brought it home for Mary.


The boat bails away, like a bird on the wing,
And the little boys dance on the sands in a ring.
The wind may fall, or the wind may rise,-
You are foolish to go; you will stay if you're wise.
The little boys dance, and the little girls run:
If it's bad to have money, it's worse to have none.


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THE GRINNING PIG AND THE THIEVING DOGS.- WOULD-BE THIEVES.


Whe runningg 1319 and the hieving go96.


JOHN CLEAVER, the butcher, had gone to dinner,
and thinking everybody honest, had left a fine pig's
head on his meat block. But Jock and Sly, two dogs
of the neighborhood, had been watching him, and the
moment he left, Jock stole in, followed at a safe distance
by Sly. 'Naughty dog! He thought to steal the grin-
ning pig's head and have a great feast behind the wood-
shed. You may see in the second picture how nearly
he came to being severely punished, as he deserved.
Little Billy Pringle, who did errands for the butcher,
happened to come in the back door just as Jock had


got the pig's head by the ear, and seizing a steel, with
which Mr. Cleaver sharpened his knives, he threw it
fiercely at the dog, and very nearly stuck it into Jock's
back. Away he went and ahead of Him, as fast as
legs would carry him, went Sly.
If Jock had not been well fed no one could blame
him, but Jock's master always gave him the very nicest
bones left from dinner; so no one would have felt sorry
if the steel had hit Jock as little Billy meant it to do.
We can never be sure our naughtiness will not be
found out.


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Ekbnn ;ime.
; i '. '' Two little forms at the table,
Heads bending low o'er their books,
Working as hard as they're able -
S. So mamma.thinks whenever she looks,
S.-B. i ut Frankie, who ought to be writing
'- Is whispering of soldiers and war,
S" .And, teaching May all about fighting,
'----. "''Draws battles that take place afar.
| ."..' ., --Not one word does May miss, 'tis pleasanter far
-;.:-'--.-':1 Than the history she has in her book,
i' ,'- ': And Frank, quite delighted, continues to draw,
r *- ~ '- -. :. '. "
Thus neither see mother's last look.
'- '- But alas, the slate falls with a rattle-
i :=: A pause --Then mamma's voice rings clear,
,'.-__--'..-- May, have you learnt the date of that battle?
,e -- .-'_-_.---' -. i Frank, just bring your exercise here."


" A KISS when I awake in the morn-
ing,
A kiss when I go to bed,
A kiss when I burn my fingers,
A kiss when I thump my head.
"A kiss when my bath is over,
A kiss when my bath begi.ss;
My mamma is full of kisses,
As full as nurse is full of pins.


' A kiss when I play with my rattle
A kiss when I pull her hair;
She covered me over with kisses,
The day I fell down stairs.
"A kiss when I give her trouble,
A kiss when I give her joy;
There's nothing l.ke mamma's kisses
To her own little baby boy."


What do you see in this picture, and what
This is what I think I see in it. Listen:


does it say to you?


" Kind hearts are the gardens,
Kind thoughts are the roots,
Kind words are the blossoms,
Kind deeds are the fruits.
"Love is the sweet sunshine
That warms into life,
For only in darkness
Grow hatred and strife."


O MY dear, dear kitty, don't you want to play, go under the
flag with us?" And over the chairs two little girls hung their
mamma's striped shawl, and called it a flag.
Down the street was a real, true flag, with stars and stripes.
Dot and Dimple had watched it as it swung in the breeze, waving
back and forth. The horses used to stop under'it, while the men
who rode would cheer. The little boys played soldier, and marched
to and fro, and hurrahed for the men whose names were on it in big
black letters.
Kitty played with glee, and seemed pleased to show how fond
she was of the shawl flag. Pretty soon it fell down, and when the
setting sun shone across the carpet, kitty was fast asleep in its folds.
Pretty soon papa came home, and Dimple brought her pet and
told him how pat-wotic kitty was. She was sure about it, for she
" hoo-wad when they played.
In the morning kitty crept up stairs and waked Dimple with a
"purr, purr," which meant, "Good morning," and then'snuggled
into the little girl's arms.


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;urkep6.


HERE is a boy Turk with a turkey-a real gobbler. In Turkey they do not have
Thanksgiving Day, but they like roast turkey quite as well as we do in New England.
So this young Turk has not been to buy his Thanksgiving dinner, but probably he has
come from some farm outside the town where his master raises fowls for market. See
how strangely the cloth is wrapped about his head. There are yards and yards of it,
as you would find if you unwound it. When twisted into this shape it is called a tur-
ban. These two Turkeys are in the wonderful city of Cairo, in Egypt. You will
notice the crowd of people, all in strange costumes, in the street behind our young
man. If you could see the real scene, you would find it glowing with beautiful colors
and brilliant with sunlight. The young Turk stands a little proudly, as if he knew


how well he looked with his embroidered clothing. He wants to sell his turkey, but
he looks as if he would feel insulted if you asked him to do so.
Never mind. We need not go to Egypt for our turkeys. We have them at
home quite as sweet and juicy, and with voices just as powerful as any in the world.
Don't you like to clap your hands at them to make them say gobble, gobble? Butyou
would have to look a long time to find here at home a young man so picturesquely
dressed. Our ready-made clothing shops would make quite another person of him.
I'm sure we all like him as he is, better then we should if he had a nice black coat, stiff
collar, and trousers. Let us hope he will sell his fine turkey for a good price and go
home to the farm among the palm trees feeling that he has made a good trade.





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,A VOYAGE AROUND THE @WORLD.


A Mg age round the Vorld.


THESE Kittens seem very anxious to learn about the world they
live in. The two on the table are studying the maps, and I guess
they are trying to measure distance with the compass. The others
are braver, and venture to make a voyage around the world instead
of studying about it on the map. So they climb up the slippery
globe, and it turns around as fast as they climb, and they go round
and round it, having lots of fun, while the old mother cat looks on
and feels proud to think her kitties are such good scholars. If you
children study the globe and maps I think you will learn more about
the world than the kittens do, and perhaps when you are men and
women you can make a real voyage around the world.


littlee B 1 Blule.


LITTLE Boy Blue
Has lost his horn,
But he's as sleepy as ever,
The pretty, wee bairn.
His sheep have wondered
So far to-day,
That here in the woods
All night they must stray.


Not a care or trouble,
Not a fear has he,
As he lies on his mossy bed,
Peacefully.
A little white lambkin
Lies-on his breast.
'Tis a right pretty picture
Of perfect rest I


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IN some of our Western States they have snow storms of great
severity, called blizzards. With the snow comes intense cold, so that
the cow-boys who care for the cattle, and the cattle themselves, often
perish. The snow comes with such blinding fierceness that the horse
and rider, or the cattle, lose their way and become suffocated and
frozen. Did you ever look at a flake of snow through a microscope
or even a strong reading-glass? Do you remember how beautiful it
was with its wonderful star-shaped crystals? It would not seem that
such a tiny, beautiful thing could be so terrible when it became one
of many. But you know how the great waves knock vessels to
pieces, and that even the very biggest wave is made up of tiny drops,
as innocent as a dew drop. When we all join together to do any-
thing it will be done, just as all the tiny, brittle flakes together can
kill men and horses and carry away houses in snow glides.
The picture before us represents such a storm. See how the
snow blows in sheets, and how the poor horses are almost wild with
fear and cold. One is already down and the snow will soon cover
him. The others are huddling together to try to keep warm. It is
a distressing picture, surely. There is little chance that they survive
if the storm continues; but let us hope it will not last long.
It is fun for you that live in the Eastern States to dig your way
through drifts or face the driving snow, but you would not find it so
if you were where these horses are. You'd be very glad indeed to
stay in the house, crawl to the fire as pussy does, and toast your
toes while popping corn or roasting apples,


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CONVALESCENCE.





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Scorn lo0wern.


DID you ever see a girl dressed as this one is? Not at Grand-
pa's farm in Connecticut, or Uncle John's in Vermont, surely. See
the folded handkerchief on her head; the shawl over her shoulders;
the embroidered apron, and big-sleeved waist. Where do you think
she lives? She lives in that beautiful land where the skies are so
blue, and the people so handsome; where the hand-organ men and
the harp players that you see about the streets live when they are at
home. She lives in Italy, sunny Italy. The most beautiful pictures
that were ever painted were done by Italians, and some of the
grandest poems and sweetest songs were made by the people who
lived where this girl does. You will sometime know what an inter-
esting place it is, and how wonderful the people are.
This girl has not painted pictures or made poems. She has
sung songs, of course. But her wish now is to gather enough of the
corn flowers to make a pretty bouquet to give a handsome young
man she is fond of, when he comes to-night to play the guitar for her.
Don't you wish you too could run in the tall wheat and pluck the
corn flowers?



spinning.
DID you ever see a truly spinning-wheel? Before men learned
to make machines that would twist the wool or flax into threads, the
women used to have to do it in their homes. Every year they used
to spin large quantities of it, then weave it into cloth. After that, in
-- the country places,
a traveling tailor
used to come to the
house and cut out
all the clothing for
the men and boys.
It was a rather tire-
some way to do, but
still a very beautiful

made some very
good cloth, too. But
"c: think how funny it
would seem to have
to wait for Mamma
to make cloth be-
fore you could have
i4.a new jacket and
new trousers. It
11 was not many years
ago that it was
done. Now it is so
easy to go to a cloth-
ing shop and jump
right into a nice
new suit whenever
2 you have to have
one.
Well, look at the
picture. Ho w
gracefully the
young woman
stands. Her name
is Nancy. There
is a blazing fire in
the fire-place. The
CoRN FLOWERS. tea kettle is singing


SPINNING.
and pussy is purring. Do you see the chimney seat, and the old-
fashioned mirror over the mantel? How pleasant it would be to
sit on the hearth and feel the fire with pussy We'd roast -hestnuts
and eat apples, would we not? Or perhaps you'd rather pop corn.
All the time we'd hear the whirr of the spinning-wheel and the sweet
song Miss Nancy would sing.


SonValQc ence.
WHEN one has been sick and begins to get well again it is called
convalescing.
Kate's Mother had been very sick indeed, so that she did not
leave her bed for weeks. All that time Kate was anxious about her,
and she used to ask every day how soon she would be able to walk
again. At last Mamma was so much better that the Doctor told Papa
that she ought to go to the seaside where she could get the health-
giving ocean breezes. You may imagine how glad Kate was that
day. She fairly danced for joy. She was happy for Mamma's sake
at first, but afterward she remembered what jolly times she and
Harry would have in the sand of the beach, and wading.
Her father hired a fine house right at the ocean's edge so thai
they saw vessels pass every day and could get all the sea air there
was to be had. There, by the west window, sat Mamma, day after
day, very weak indeed, yet gaining strength slowly. And there sat
Kate very often, reading a nice story or sweet poem to her mother,
for Kate would willingly leave Harry and the beach if it gave
Mamma even a moment's pleasure. She was a comfort to her Mother
all that Summer, and in the Autumn when they went back to town
Mamma declared that there never was a better girl than her darling
Kate.





HAPPY HOURS IN THE LITTLE PEOPLE'S WORLD.




BETTY is just up, and grandma is trying to get the kinks and
~- -? snarls out of her pretty flaxen hair. Grandma is gentle, but the
--..= kinks do not come out easily, and Betty looks a little as if she were
-. ~ ready to snarl some too. Perhaps grandma was wise to give her the
~-nice apple beforehand. It will make Betty more patient.
.... ,..Just see what knotty hands and wrinkled face dear old grandma
S: "- has. She has lived seventy years, and combed a great many snarly
-. heads and washed a great many soiled faces and frocks just as her
'."'-- -" "* ,.. mother did for her years and years ago. Besides she has kept the
I house in order; seen that breakfast, dinner, and supper were ready
when all were hungry; and noticed if any little toes or heels had
Y...---_. poked holes through socks or shoes. All those things, and many
"' ..more, have made grandma's hands look bony and wrinkled. But
:they are beautiful hands, and are quite as gentle as the soft pink ones
of little Betty. Grandma has two rings. Do you see them? Grandpa,
who is dead, gave them to her when she was a lovely girl. How
long ago it seems She will never take them off her fingers, for she
loved him and he wanted her to always wear them. When grand-
ma's comb, or mamma's, or nurse's pulls your hair, you will think,
will you not? that she does not mean to hurt you, only the dear hair
is so tangled and snarled.






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Now listen, Theo, while I whisper a secret to you, right in your
ear. It is not for your dog Spot to hear, although he does look so .
bright and inquisitive, with his sharp nose raised, and his ears cocked
as though he were determined to hear every single word I say."
That is what little Mabel is saying to her brother Theo, as she .
sits beside him on the sofa in papa's library, and puts her arm around
his neck, and places her ruby lips close to his ear. What is the
secret? Do you wonder? Theo looks anxious. It does not seem I.
that the wonderful tale is affording him a great deal of pleasure, and
I don't think that Spot would be at all pleased either if he knew, for
no longer is he to rule supreme, the only household pet. No, indeed, '
Spot, there is a rival for you in Mabel's affections She never did
care quite as much for you as Theo does. You were his dog. Theo's
uncle bought you for him when you were a wee, soft puppy. But '-
now you are spoiled, so that you think nothing is good enough for"
you, and you chase all the poor pussy cats, who never did harm, :
away from the garden, and will not let even one sun herself on the
old stone wall that divides the garden and road. Ah, Spot, you have ''
become a very tyrant, but like all tyrants your day will pass. ^
Mabel is whispering to Theo that the expressman will soon .* I
bring to her as a present from uncle John, a big box which holds a
lovely, soft, white, long-haired mother pussy, an angora, and her two
little baby kittens. How happy and pleased is Mabel, and she is
begging little Theo to promise her that Spot shall be whipped and
shut in the dark room if he dares to chase or hurt the pretty
creatures.

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HAPPY HOURS IN THE LITTLE PEOPLES WORLD.


-Tnhng Ka11. .

How demure little Miss Sarah Muffet is One would think '. -
she never soiled a pinafore or romped on the lawn in her life. g .
Even Willie, on whose mother her mother is calling, cannot '-
make her give up her prim ways. Perhaps Willie has told her l "'" "
that he will give her the nice red apple if she will only play with t -. '
him. It looks a little as if Willie were going to give her a
brotherly kiss, and Miss Sarah were trying to make him believe -'
sbh did not want him to. We all can see by her mild eyes and .. ''
.sebud mouth that she really would not object, but she fears her : .'.,. .
bonnet may be put awry or her gown rumpled. How very prim :., g
she is! But then she is making a truly call, and has so nice a
muff. A: _t -.
Willie is quite a swell, surely, with his ruffled collar, velvet i1 i'IT
jacket and striped stockings. Do you wonder what nice mor- ; *":.
sels there are covered by the bowl and cup on the shelf. It is .'
certainly not jam, but nobody should be surprised to see Willie's
mother take sponge cake from under the bowl, and perhaps
mild cheese from under the cup, and give each of them a big "
piece of the one and a small piece of the other.
Probably after the cake and cheese, demure Sarah will be -'-"
more informal and play with amiable Willie as she should. .'



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NDEED it is true, it is perfectly true,
Believe me, indeed, I'm playing no tricks;
An old man and his dog live up in the moon









Pussy WHITE was an English kitten. She had had a good
mother who had brought her up well. So she had the habit of tak-
ing care not to soil her white fur. She ate her milk quite properly,
and was fond of sleeping on a soft cushion.
Her little mistress belonged to a Band of Hope, and had taken
the pledge to drink nothing that would in-tox-i-cate. One of her little
friends used to tease her about it, but she was firm, and would not.
touch anything of the kind. She had talks with Pussy White about
it, and she took the pledge too.
Fannie went to her Uncle William's to spend the day, and car-
ried kitty. Cousin Bertie was a roguish boy and liked to tease as
well. He thought he would see if pussy would keep her pledge, so
poured a little brandy from Grandpa's bottle into her saucer of milk.
You should have seen Pussy White draw back, and shake her
whiskers and sneeze, as much as to say, Oh no, I shall not do
what you wish me to do, you bad boy."
Would you have done as kitty did?


PussY WHITE.


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|ITTLE children, love each other.
Never give another pain,
If your brother speak in anger,
Answer not in wrath again.


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Bumblc-BPc.


BUMBLE-BEE superbly dressed,
In velvet, jet, and gold,
Sailed along in eager quest,
_And hummed a ballad bold.

Morning-Glory clinging tight
STo friendly spires of grass,
Blushing in the early light,
,,1,' Looked out to see him pass.

S( -11 Nectar pure as crystal lay
1 II' In her ruby cup;
S" If Bee was very glad to stay,
SJust to drink it up.

SFairest of the flowers," said he,
--' "'Twas a precious boon;
N May you still a Glory be,
Morning, night and noon."


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ho i (Ov'er.
it
S' SCHOOL is over,

Ih, Oh, what fun,
i1. Lessons finished
SPlay begun,
Who'll run fastest,
SYou or I?
Who'll laugh loudest,
Let us try.





jori6tmw r!orning.

YES, Christmas Morning, and Santa
Claus did not forget this little boy. See the
pleasure beaming from his face. His eyes are
bright because of the presents Santa Claus has '"
brought to him sometime while he was sleep-
ing. This is the way Santa Claus has been
going on his rounds of love and kindness for
many, many years, brightening the lives of
little ones and causing mothers and fathers '
to join with the children in their joy and hap-
piness, at the time when Old Santa calls.
Each Christmas Morning it is found that Santa
Claus has visited hundreds and thousands of, .
children's homes which he had not found be-
fore, because more mothers and fathers get to
watching for him, and because they wel-
come the happy Christmas Mornings he brings
to us all.


CHRISTMAS MORNING.


Shriktmac rvening.
So SLEEPY Not even the new book can keep Edith from
dozing, and as for Jane and Susie, they do not care to think of their
presents. They arose so early to dive into their loaded stockings,
and raced about so much before the Christmas tree was ready, that
when the gifts had been distributed they were almost too tired to en-
joy them. But to-morrow what a good time they will have. Susie
will get out her various dolls, given her by her different aunts and
uncles, her big Noah's ark and dozen picture books, while Jane
with all her things, sits by to enjoy them. Johnny had a great,
black rocking-horse, a real war-horse, he says, and he has promised
to let Edith ride it if she wishes, for Johnny likes Edith best of all.
It may be that Susie and Jane feel a little hurt because he has not
asked them to ride, but they are so well-bred that they would think
it rude to speak of it.
But now it is almost bed-time, and we will leave them to sleep
and dream of all the delightful day.


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MAMMA, thinking it time Anna had her portrait painted, because
now her hair is a beautiful golden color which will grow darker, and
because her manners are so pretty and childish, has taken her to an
artist's studio, as the room is called where artists work. The artist
found that Anna could not keep still long enough at a time for him
to see just how she looked; so he is going to photograph her and
paint part of his picture from the photograph. Anna will not have
to stand still long, for now-a-days photographs are taken quicker
than you can wink.
How prettily little Anna stands She has on her best pink dress
with eider-down trimming, her very freshest silk stockings, and
shiny slippers. Surely the artist ought to make a lovely picture of
anna.
just notir". what a nice room the artist has. Do you see the


canvasses turned like naughty boys with their faces
!'to the wall? They are there behind the footstool.
'On them are, perhaps, faces of other little girl,
and boys who have already Ieen painted. Behind
Anna on the wall is a picture of some funny storks
Ii''1 ,''."'''' painted by a queer man away off in Japan. You
i. .,", 1 ,. may see a part of a cabinet, too, with a portfolio
',. of drawings under it, and an old, dark-green bottle
,..,,, with a fan behind it on top. But who i: that look-
i ing in at the door at the head of the staircase? It
i".' is Anna's mother, who has just told her to stand
I, :,,:,4 very still.
There are little girls and boys, as weii as men
I .and women, who earn money with which to buy
'-.::' food by keeping still hours at a time for artists to
:- paint from them. They are called models, and
have to earn money because they have no father
or mother, perhaps, who can buy bread for them.
1 '' Artists are very kind to models and do not I*- _.err,
Become too tired.
Anna's portrait will hang in the dining-room
Some day for all the family to look at. Then Anna
will be glad she kept as still as she did.




-41ghe lpa rrow' NIVct.

OH, here's a pretty how-de-do What._ clatter
and chirping are here among the roses. There
are Mr. and Mrs. Cock Sparrow looking with the
most evident admiration at the little chick-sparrows
in the nest they builded in the old flower-pot some
..7 dear girl hung on the wall for them. Did they
ever see chicks before? Oh, yes, many a time,
but these are their very own, that they have hoped
for for a long time, and talked about many a moon-
; light night when every body else was asleep, or
at some reasonable occupation. At last they have
Them. How grand they feel. They cou.d not be
S i prouder if they were the Pope, or the President of
these United States. Such beautiful chicks, they
think. We may think they seem stupid and foolish,
but Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow know they are born to
rule the sparrow tribe, and to keep more robins from the farmer's
lands than any ten sparrows that ever lived before. Such bright
eyes," they say, and such a knowing look !" Then Mr. Sparrow
adds, as if he had somehow forgotten the most important things:
" Such sharp bills and such sweet voices "
And so they chatter on from day to day, bringing meanwhile
bits of bread or choice fat worms and highly flavored flies to give
strength to the youngsters. And one day, oh, sad day for Papa
and Mamma Sparrow, their wings spread and away they fly
They'll see the world for themselves; they too will find some nice
flower-pot, and hunt up some chicks of their own. Then Mr.
and Mrs. Sparrow will look at the rose bush and wish their chil-
dren were like it, for they say: That's what comes of having
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THIS lady is very tall and stately. She wears,
with a great deal of pride, a glossy silk dress.
It has a long train. She has been looking for her
little pet Kitty. The Kitty is full of play, and
thinks it great fun to run after the -.~.._ train.
Her sharp claws are stucK in the shining silk.
Her mistress turns with delight, and smiles at her
frolic. Kitty's claws are not strong enough to tear
the silk. Without chiding, the lady lets her play
as she slowly moves with grace over the floor. It
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nhe Intruders.


THE fawns and deer do not know it is the
day before Christmas. Nobody has told them
about it, nor even suggested that they should hang
up their stockings for St. Nicholas to fill. And
in the park there is no calendar, except that of the
singing of birds and blossoming of flowers in Spring ;
the fullness of green and the heat in Summer; the
ripening of fruit and dropping of leaves in Autumn,
and the bare branches, cold winds and snow
covered ground in Winter. So these pretty creatures
do not understand why these men have come into
the park to cut Christmas trees. They will walch
at any rate and if the intruders come nearer, away
they will go almost as swiftly and lightly as the
birds, or the snow flakes that were so lightly driven
by the wind through the trees.
But the two men are there for peaceable reasons,
surely.
Little do the pretty fawns know what the chil-
dren will see,- the tree all gleaming with lighted
tapers, and glittering with tinsel and toys. If they
knew how happy the children will be, they would
be quite willing to have their peace disturbed and
welcome the intruders.






HAPPY HOURS IN THE LITTLE PEOPLE'S WORLD:


Preparing the ghridtma6 Pinner.



Now comes the happiest time of the year for the children, when Santa
Claus comes down the chimney to put all sorts of pretty things, long-wished
for, perhaps, into the children's stockings. And good and tender Mamma
gives orders to make ready for the Christmas dinner, where everything must
be of the best, and where everything surely tastes the best of anything we
eat the year through. In this picture kind Mrs. Martin, as you see, is allow-
ing her children, Herbert and pretty Susie, with her doll in her arms, to help
make the delicious plum-pudding which at the close of the great feast of good
things will be brought in by black Nora, all ablaze with the brandy poured
over it and lighted, looking like a mound of fire or a volcano during an
eruption. Dainty little baby May has the spoon in her hand to stir in the
sugar, and Mamma has cut up the suet into little bits. Herbert feels as if he
were a very big boy, for he has sifted the flour aid helped Susie stone the
raisins. And now they can tell dear Papa, and big brother Ned, that they
have helped to make the CHRISTMfAS PUDDING! Will it not taste


A bird of prey, seeing the child, seized it, in its beak and carriedd it
away; but hearing the sound of the sportsman's gun, the bird let the child
fall, its clothes caught in the branches of a high tree, and there it hung, cry-
ing till the forester came by.
The mother, on awakening and missing her child, rushed away in great
agony to find it. So that the poor little thing would have been left alone in
the world to die had not the sportsman made his appearance.
Poor little creature !" he said to himself as he climbed up the tree and
brought the child down. I will take it home with me, and it shall be brought
up with my own little Lena."
He kept his word, and the little foundling grew up with the forester's
little daughter, till they loved each other so dearly that they were always un-
happy when separated, even for a short time. The forester had named the
child Birdie," because she had been carried away by the bird; and Lena
and Birdie were for several years happy little children together.
But the forester had an old cook, who was not fond of children, and she
wanted to get rid of Birdie, who she thought was an intruder.
One evening Lena sa,w the woman take two buckets to the well, and
carry them backwards and forwards more than twenty times. What are
you going to do with all that water ?" asked the child.


PRaPARING THE CHRISTMAS DINNER.


better to them than ever when they know of the loving hands that helped to
make the sweet concoction.
See, on the table lies the big turkey that soon will be roasted, crisp and
brown.
Out of doors it is cold and snowing fast. The frost hangs in queer
festoons from the window-frames. But indoors there are warm and loving
hearts. Surely Mamma in her own happiness will not forget some of the
poor little children and their Mammas who have no money for their
Christmas Dinner.

Birdie and h :r r icd.

A FORESTER went out one day shooting; he had not gone far into the
wood, when he heard, as he thought, the cry of a child. He turned his
steps instantly towards the sound, and at length came to a high tree, on one
of the branches of which sat a little child. A mother, someshort time be-
fore, had seated herself under the tree with th child in her lap, and fallen
asleep.


If you will promise not to say a word, I will tell you," replied the
woman.
I will never tell any one," she said.
Oh, very well, then, look here. To-morrow morning, early, I mean
to put all this water into a kettle on the fire, and when it boils I shall throw
Birdie in and cook her for dinner."
Away went poor Lena, in great distress, to find Birdie. If you will
never forsake me, I will never forsake you," said Lena.
Then," said Birdie, I will never, never leave you, Lena."
Well, then," she replied, I am going away, and you must go with
me, for old cook says she will get up early to-morrow morning, and boil a
lot of water to cook you in, while my father is out hunting. If you staywith
me, I can save you. So you must never leave me."
No, never, never," said Birdie.
So the children lay awake till dawn, and then they got up and ran away
so quickly, that by the time the wicked old witch got up to prepare the water,
they were far out of her reach.
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HAPPY HOURS IN THE LITTLE PEOPLE'S WORLD.


room to fetch poor little Birdie and throw her in. But when she came to
the bed and found it empty, she was very much frightened to find both the
children gone, and said to he self, "What will the forester say, when he
comes home, if the children are not here? I must go down stairs as fast as
1 c:an and send some one to catch them." Down she went, and sent three of
the farm servants to run after the children and bring them back.
The children, who were sitting among the trees in the wood, saw them
coming from a distance. "I will never forsake you, Birdie," said Lena,
quickly. Will you forsake me?"
Never, never "-was the reply.
"Then," cried Lena, you shall be turned into a rose bush, and I will
be one of the roses."
The three servants came up to the place where the old witch had told
them to look; but nothing was to be seen but a rose tree and a rose.
" There are no children here," they said. So they went back and told the
cook that they had found only roses and bushes, but not a sign of the children.
The old woman scolded them well when they told her this, and said,
"You stupid fools, you should have cut off the stem of the rose bush, and
plucked one of the roses and brought them home with you as quick as pos-
sible. You must just go again a
second time." .. "'
Lena saw them coming, and she 'II
changed herself and Birdie so quickly, 11 I 'li 4 '
that when the three servants arrived
at the spot to which the old woman
had sent them, they found only a
little church with a steeple Birdie
was the church and Lena the steeple.
Then the men said one to another, f
"What was the use of our coming
here? We may as well go home."
But how the old woman did scold.
You fools !" she said, you should 'P
have brought the church and the '
steeple here. However, I will go
myself this time." So the wicked
old woman started off to find the
children, taking the three servants
with her.
When they saw the three servants
coming in the distance, and the old
woman waddling behind, Lena said, -M
Birdie, we will never forsake each
other."
No, no! never, never !" replied
the little foundling. I ..a
Then you shall be changed into r: -
a pond, and I will be a duck swim-
ming upon it." ""
The old woman drew near, and as .
soon as she saw the pond she laid
herself down by it, and, leaning over, .
intended to drink it all up. But the .
duck was too quick for her. She ""'
seized the head of the old woman '
with her beak, and drew it under
water, and held it there till the old -
witch was drowned.
Then the two children resumed
their proper shape, went home with
the three servants, all of them happy
and delighted to think that they had
got rid of such a wicked old woman.
The forester was full of joy in his
home with the children near the
wood; and if they are not dead they
all live there still.


TEDDY'

ghe olZf and the 0ox.

A WOLF once made friends with a fox, and kept him always by him, so
that whatever the wolf wanted, the fox was obliged to do, because he was
the weakest and could not therefore, be master. It happened, one day, that
they were both passing through a wood, and the wolf said, Red fox, find
me something to eat, or I shall eat you."
Well," replied the fox, "i know a farm-yard near, in which there are
two young lambs; if you like I will go and fetch one." The wolf was quite
agreeable, so the fox went to the field, stole the lamb, and brought it to the
wolf; he then returned to find something for himself.
The wolf soon ate up the lamb, but he was not satisfied, and began to
long so much for the other lamb, that he went to fetch it himself. But he
managed so awkwardly that the mother of the lamb saw him, and began to
cry and bleat fearfully; and the farmer came running out to see what was
the matter. The wolf got so terribly beaten that he ran limping and howl-
ing back to the fox. "You have led me into a pretty mess," he said. I


wanted the other lamb, and because I went to fetch it, the farmer has nearly
killed me."
'" Why are you such a glutton, then? replied the fox.
Another day as they were in a field, the greedy wolf exclaimed, Red
fox, if you don't find me something to eat, I shall eat you up."
Oh I can get you some pancakes, if you like," he said: for I know
a farmhouse where the wife is frying them now."
So they went on together, and the fox sneaked into the house, sniffed,
and smelt about for some time, till he at last found out where the dish stood.
Then he dragged six pancakes from it, and brought them to the wolf.
Now you have something to eat," said the fox, and went away to find
his own dinner.
The wolf, however, swallowed the pancakes in the twinkling of an eye,
and said to himself, They taste so good I must have some more." So
he went into the farm kitchen, and, while pulling down the pancakes, up-
set the dish and broke it in pieces.
The farmer's wife heard the crash, and came rushing in ; but when she
saw the wolf, she called loudly for the tirm servants, who came rushing
in, and beat him with whatever they could lay their hands on, so that he
ran back to the fox in the wood with
two lame legs, howling terribly.
S "" "" How could you serve me such a
-"; ddirty trick ?" he said. "The farmer
Nearly caught me; and he has given
e. -me such a thrashing."
Well then," said the fox, you
should not be such a glutton."
i Another day, when the wolf and
fox were out together, and the wolf
S was limping with fatigue, he said,
Red fox, find me something to eat,
or I shall eat )yon."
The fox replied, I know a man
who has been slaughtering cattle to-
i, day; and there is a quantity of salted
meat lying in a tub in the cellar. I
Scan fetch some of that."
o" No," said the wolf; let me go
T D' as with you this time. You can help
me ifI cannot run away fast enough."
You may come for aught I care,"
replied Reynard, and showed him
o --on the way many of his tricks; and
S. at last they reached.the cellar safely.
"-- '1There was meat in abundance.
___-- The wolf made himself quite at home,
and said, "There will be time to
stop when I hear any sound."
The fox also enjoyed himself; but
he kept looking round now and then;
I % i and ran often to the hole through
which they had entered to try if it
was still large enough for his body to
slip through.
Dear fox," said the wolf, why
1- are you running about and jumping
here and them so constantly ?
I must see if any one is coming,"
"':' replied the cunning animal, 'and I
'.'- advise you not to eat too much."
The wolf replied, "I am not
going away from here till the tub i,
empty.
At this moment in came the farmer,
who had hearrl the fix jumpigl,
about in the cellar. The fox no
sooner saw hir than with a spring
he was through the hole. The wolf
made an attempt to follow him ; but
he had ea:en so much, and was so
s HuusE. fat that he stuck fast. ithe farmer
on seeing this fetched a cudgel and killed himon the xpot. The fox ran home
to his den full of joy that he was at last set free from the old glutton's company.


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TEDDY has been given the dominoes with which to amuse him-
self for a little while.
With care he places one block upon another, and now tries to put
one on the top. If he can hold h.is little plump hand steady enough
he will succeed.
Some day Teddy will grow to be a man. He will build a real
house for himself, called character. Each act, each habit, each
thought, will be like a block, and all to be put together with care.
If this is done he will become a noble man.


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;he lae k 1agle.

THE beak of the eagle is hooked, and ends in a sharp point bent
downwards. Its feet are strong and armed with talons or claws.
This bird has a wonderful power of sight, and is said to be able to
look at the unclouded sun.
Eagles are remark-
able for the nobleness -
of their bearing, and
for their daring cour-
age. They have power-
fil limbs, are fond of
flesh, and will attack
animals of quite a large
size. It is only when .
pressed by hunger that
they attack small birds. .
They build their nest / o
on the flat surface of
some rock, or on a -.
platform of some high
hill. The size of the .-i
nest is large, and every :"''
year it is made larger,
l er these birds do not '.
like to change their .:
homes. The nest is -
often made of large
pieces of wood, that
shows how great must have been the strength of the birds that could
carry them. The pieces are so placed as not to yield easily to the
wind, and they support boughs, forming a solid sort of hollow,
called an eyrie.
It takes about thirty days for the eagle to hatch her eggs, and
during this time the male hunts for food, and brings it to feed his
mate. Eagles live on wild mountains, and often build their nests on
the highest cliffs.

Ihe (, old,1en agle.
SEE the golden eagle. What a large, strong bird I With its
claws it can seize on.its prey, and lift it high into the air.
The nest of the eagle,
made of twigs and sticks,
is sometimes found on the
Sledge of a steep rock, and
Sp a. sometimes on the branches
of a very tall tree. The

-color.
SThe eagle is so strong
"e--' that he can carry off lambs
n" b and even sheep. Ie takes
h r t them to his nest as food
for his young. The golden
-eagle is found in many
7- parts of Europe and Amer-
a "r lca.
a. Once I saw a tame eagle
,borne on a platform in a
.. ., "procession of soldiers. He
had been with them in five
-, or six battles, and they
." :. prized him very much. lie
lived to a good old age,
much petted and well cared for. The eagle is the emblem of the
United States..

popping -rn.
It is nearly bed time, but Mamma allows little Guss and Gertie
to sit by the blazing fire awhile to pop corn. Guss has been shelling
it into a plate, and Gertie, for her share of the pleasant labor, holds
the popper to the fire and shakes it gently all the time lest the corn
burns before it pops, which would be sad indeed. How eagerly they
watch for the first white that hoFs out of its nest. Isn't it strange
how such a big thing can keep in such a little place so long.
It is a little as if some pretty white bird had been squeezed into
a hard little cage and tightly sealed. There the little bird waits and


POPPING CORN.
waits, longing for some dear girl or boy to know that she is there,
and only waiting for her cage to be burned enough for her to break
through and fly out. And does it not remind you of the story in
your fairy book which tells of a beautiful princess who was turned by
some wicked fairy into something not at all handsome, and how she
waited there until one day along came a handsome prince who kissed
the ugly thing, and behold, out jumped the lovely princess, and they
lived happy together ever after. Is not the corn like the locked-up
princess, and the one who pops it like the prince, and the fire like
his kiss? Only in the case of the corn, it is eaten, and sometimes
the corn-princess and the little prince do not live happily together,
especially if the prince eats too much.
We will hope that Guss and Gertie will not eat too much, bu'
will have a most delightful sleep after it, they are such goi.d
children.

a6hington'6 P5ed-hhamber.
THIS is the room and the bed in which General Washington
slept, you know, who could not tell a lie when he was a boy, and
who was afterwards said to be the first in war, the first in peace,
and the first in the hearts of his countrymen." Many times he has
laid a tired head, weary with the business of governing this country,
upon those pillows. It is a pleasant and beautiful room but none too
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iVhich Ioved est ?

" I LOVE you, mother," said little John; I love you, mother," said little Fan:
Then, forgetting his work, his hat went on, To-day I'll help you all I can;
And he was off to,the garden swing, How glad I am there's no school to-day "
And left her the water and wood to bring. So she rocked the babe till asleep it lay.
" I love you, mother," said rosy Nell: Then, stepping softly, she fetched the broom,
" I love you better than tongue can tell." And swept the floor and tidied the room; .'
Then she teased and pouted full half the day, Busy and happy all day was she. '
Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. Helpful and happy as child could be.
SI love you, mother," again they said,
Three little children going to bed,
How do you think that mother guessed
Which of them really loved her best ?


Preparing for the Qharade.


WHAT fun they are having! The garret has been ransacked,
and grandpa's hat and coat, and great-grandma's.'old bonnet and
shawl got out; the first fbr Harry, and the others for Madge. See
how sedately Madge carries the umbrella and basket. She knows
how ladies should walk. Frank, over there by the crib, has got on
his brother John's fur trimmed coat, and a big felt hat. He is a great
man now! You see the stylish moustache he has marked on his
upper lip. The handglass has just shown him that he is really very
impressive. Perhaps he will some day be a real actor, after study-
ing very hard and reading a great deal. But now it is only fun, and
the chances are that his serious face will be one broad grin by the
time he goes into the long drawing room, where all the guests await
the beginning of the charade. Little Alice seems to be ready to be
a lovely fairy with her brother's stick for a wand. Soon it will be
over, and tired heads will be laid on the pillows only to be filled with
dreams of charades all night.


hc gSly Duckling.

IN a sunny spot stood an old country house, encircled by canals.
Between the wall and the water's edge there grew hi gC blurdock-leaves, that
had shot up to such a height that a little child might have stood upright under
the tallest of them ; and this spot was as wild as though it had been situated
in the depths of a wood. In this snug retirement a duck was sitting on her
nest to hatch her young ; but she began to think it a wearisome task, as the
little ones seemed very backward in making their appearance ; besides, she
had few visitors, for the other ducks preferred swimming about in the canals,
instead of being at the trouble of climbing up the slope, and then sitting
under a burdock-leaf to gossip with her.
At length one egg cracked, and then another. Peep peep! cried
they, as each yolk became a live thing, and popped out its head.
Quack! quack! said the mother; and they tried to cackle like her,
while they looked all about them under the green leaves ; and she allowed
them to look to their hearts' content, because green is good for the eyes.
"How large the world is, to be sure said the young ones. And truly
enough, they had rather more room than when they were still in the egg-
shell.
Do you fancy this is the whole world?" cried the mother. Why,
it reaches far away beyond the other side of the garden, down to the parson's
field ; though I never went to such a distance as that! But are you all there ?"
continued she, rising. No, faith you are not; for there still lies the largest
egg. I wonder how long this business is to last-I really begin to grow
quite tired of it! And she sat down once more.
Well, how are you getting on?" inquired an old duck, who came to
pay her a visit.
This egg takes a deal of hatching," answered the sitting duck. it
won't break. But just look at the others; are they not the prettiest duck-
lings ever seen ? They are the image of their father, who, bye-the-bye, does
not trouble himself to come and see me."
Let me look at the egg that won't break," quoth the old duck. "Take
my word for it, it must be a guinea-fowl's egg. I was once deceived in the
same way, and I bestowed a deal of care and anxiety on the youngsters, for
they are afraid of water. I could not make them take to it. I stormed and
raved, but it was of no use. Let's see the egg. Sure enough, it is a guinea-
fowl's egg. Leave it alone, and set about teaching the other children to
swim."
I'll just sit upon it a bit longer," said the duck; for, since I have sat
so long, a few days more won't make much odds."






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THERE GREW HUGE BURDOCK LEAVES.


Please yourself," said the old duck, as she went away.
At length the large egg cracked. Peep peep peep squeaked the
youngster as he crept out. How big and ugly he was, to be sure! The duck
looked at him, saying, Really, this is a most enormous duckling! None
of the others are like him. I wonder whether he is a guinea-chick after all?
Well, we shall soon see when we get clown to the water, for in he shall go,
though I push him in myself."
On the following morning the weather was most delightful, and the sun
was shining brightly on the green burdock-leaves. Tb' mother duck took
her young brood down to the canal. Splash into the water she went.
" Quack! quack! cried she, and forthwith one duckling after another
jumped. The water closed over their heads for a moment; but they soon
rose to the surface again, and swam about so nicely, just as if their legs pad-
dled them about of their own accord; and they had all taken to the water,
even the ugly grey-coated youngster swam about with the rest.
"Nay, he is no guinea-chick," said she: only look how capitally he
uses his legs, and how steady he keeps himself- he's every inch my own
child And really he's very pretty when one comes to look at him atten-
tively. Quack quack added she; now, come along, and I'll take you
into high society, and introduce you to the duck-yard; but mind you keep
close to me, that nobody may tread upon you; and above all, beware of the
cat."
They now reached the farm-yard, where there was a great hubbub.
Two families were fighting for an eel's head, which, in the end, was carried
off by the cat.
See, children, that's the way with the world remarked the mother
of the ducklings, licking her beak, for she would have been very glad to have
had the eel's head for herself. "Now move on said she, and mind you
cackle properly, and bow your head before that old duck yonder : she is the
noblest born of them all, and is of Spanish descent, and that's why she is so
dignified; and, look she has a red rag tied to her leg, which is the greatest
mark of distinction that can be bestowed upon a duck, as it shows an anxiety
not to lose her, and that she should be recognized by both man and beast.
Now cackle -and don't turn in your toes: a well-bred duckling spreads his
feet wide apart, like papa and mamma, in this sort of way. Now bend your
neck and say Quack !' "
The ducklings did as they were bid; but the other ducks, after looking
at them, only said aloud, Now look here comes another set, as if we were
not quite numerous enough already. And, bless me what a queer-looking
chap one of the ducklings is, to be sure We can't put up with him And
one of the throng darted forward and bit him in the neck.
Leave him alone," said the mother; he did no harm to any one."
No, but he is too big and uncouth," said the biting duck, and there-
fore he wants a 11.1 i. 1,;_-."
Mamma has a sweet little family," said the old duck with the rag
about her leg: they are all pretty except one, who is rather ill-favoured. I
wish mamma could polish him a bit."


I'm afraid that will be impossible, your grace," said the mother of the
ducklings. It's true he is not pretty, but he has a very good disposition,
and swims as well or perhaps better than all the others put together. How-
ever, he may grow prettier, and perhaps become smaller: he remained too
long in the egg-shell, and therefore his figure is not properly fo-med." And
with this she smoothed down the ruffled feathers of his neck, adding, At all
events, as he is a male duck it won't matter so much. I think he'll prove
strong, and be able to fight his w'ary through the world."
The other ducklings are elegant little creatures," said the old duck.
"Now, make yourself at home ; and if you should happen to find an eel's
head, you can bring it to me."
And so the family made themselves comfortable.
But the poor duckling who had been the last to creep out of his egg-
shell, and looked so ugly, was bitten, and pushed about, and made game of,
not only by the ducks, but by the hens. They all declared he was much too
big; and a guinea-fowl who fancied himself at least an emperor, because he
had come into the world with spurs, now puffed himself up like a vessel in
full sail, and flew at the duckling, and blustered till his head turned com-
pletely red, so that the poor little thing did not know where he could walk
or stand, and was quite grieved at being so ugly that the whole farm-yard
scouted him.
Nor did matters mend the next day, or the following ones, but rather
grew worse and worse. The poor duckling was hunted down by everybody.
Even his sisters were so unkind to him, that they were continually saying,
"I wish the cat would run away with you, you ugly creature !" while his
mother added, I wish you had never been born !" And the ducks pecked
at him, the hens struck him, and the girl who fed the poultry used to kick him.
So he ran away and flew over the palings. The little birds in the
bushes were startled, and took wing. That is because I am so ugly,"
thought the duckling, as he closed his eyes in despair; but presently he
roused up again, and ran on farther till he came to a large marsh inhabited by
wild ducks. Here he spent the whole night, and tired and sorrowful enough
he was.
On the following morning, when the wild ducks rose and saw their new
comiade, they said, What sort of a creature are you?" Upon which the
duckling greeted them all round as civilly as he knew how.
You are remarkably ugly," observed the ducks; but we don't care
about that so long as you don't want to marry into our family." Poor forlorn
little creature he had truly no such thoughts in his head; all he wanted was
to obtain leave to lie among the rushes and to drink a little of the marsh-
water.
He remained there for two whole days, at the end of which there came
two wild geese, or, more properly speaking, goslings, who were only just
out of the egg-shell, and consequently were very pert.


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I say, friend," quoth they, you are so ugly that we should have no
objection to take you with us for a traveling companion. In the neighbor-
ing marsh there dwell some sweetly pretty female geese, all of them
unmarried, and who cackle most charmingly. Perhaps you may have a
chance to pick up a wife amongst them, ugly as you are."
Pop pop sounded through the air, and the two wild goslings fell dead
amongst the rushes, while the water turned as red as blood. Pop pop !
again echoed around, and whole flocks of wild geese flew up from the rushes.
Again and again the same alarming noise was. heard. It was a shooting
party, and the sportsmen surrounded the whole marsh, while others had
climbed into the branches of the trees that overshadowed the rushes. A blue
mist rose in clouds and mingled with the green leaves, and sailed far away
across the water; a pack of dogs next flounced into the marsh. Splash.
splash I they went, while the reeds and rushes bent beneath them on all sides.
What a fright they occasioned the poor duckling He turned away his head
to hide it under his wing, when, lo a tremendous-looking dog, with his
-tongue lolling out and his eyes glaring fearfully, stood right before him,
opening-his jaws and showing his sharp teeth, as though he would gobble up
the poor duckling at a mouthful !-but splash splash! on he went without
touching him.
Thank goodness," sighed the duckling I am so ugly that even a dog
won't bite me."
And he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and pop
after pop echoed through the air.


Ilow BIG AND UGLY HE WAS, TO BE SURE."

It was not till late in the day that all became quiet, but the poor young-
ster did not yet venture to rise, but waited several hours before he looked about
him, and then hastened out of the marsh as fast as he could go. He ran
across fields and meadows, till there arose such a storm that he could scarcely
get on at all.
Towards evening he reached a wretched little cottage that was in such
a tumble-down condition, that if it remained standing at all, it could only be
from not yet having made up its mind on which side it should fall first. The
tempest was now raging to such a height, that the duckling was forced to sit
down to stem the wind, when he perceived that the door hung so loosely on
one of its hinges, that he could slip into the room through the crack, which
he accordingly did.
The inmates of the cottage were a woman, a tom-cat, and a hen. The
tom-cat, whom she called her darling, could raise his back and purr, and lhe
could even throw out sparks, provided he were stroked against the grain.
The hen had small, short legs, for which reason she was called Ilenny
Shortlegs. She laid good eggs, and her mistress loved her as if she had
been her own child.
Next morning they perceived the little stranger, when the tom cat began
to purr, and the hen to cluck.
What's that?" said the woman, looking round. Not seeing very dis-
tinctly, she mistook the duckling for a fat duck that had lost its way. "Why,


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this is quite a prize added she: I can now get duck's eggs, unless, indeed
it be a male. We must wait a bit and see."
So the duckling was kept on trial for three weeks; but no eggs were
forthcoming. The tom-cat and the hen were the master and mistress of th,-
house, and always said '" We and the world," for they fancied themselves to
be the half- and by far the best half, too-of the whole universe. The duck-
ling thought there might be two opinions on this point; but the hen would
not admit of any such doubts.
Can you lay eggs ? asked she.
"No."
"Then have the goodness to hold your tongue."
And the tom-cat inquired, Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw
out sparks? "
"No." -
Then you have no business to have any opinion at all when rational'
people are talking."
The duckling sat in a corner, very much out of spirits, when in came
the fresh air and sunshine, which gave him such a strange longing to swim
on the water that he could not help saying so to the hen.
What's this whim? said she. "That comes of being idle. If you
could either lay eggs or purr, you would not indulge in such fancies."
But it is so delightful to swim about on the water! the duckling
observed, and to feel it close over one's head when one dives down to the
bottom."
L-A great pleasure indeed!" quoth the hen. "You must be crazy,
surely. Only ask the cat -for he is the wises.: creature I know -how he
would like to swim on the water, or to dive under it. To say nothing of
myself, just asi our old mistress, who is wiser than anybody else in the
world, whether snh'd relish swimming and eceling.the waters close obove her
head."
You can't understand me," said the duckling.
We can't understand you I should like to know who could. You
don't suppose you are wiser than the tom-cat and our mistress--to say
nothing of myself? Don't nake these idle fancies into your head, child. I
say disagreeable things, which is a mark of true friendship. Now, look to it,
and mind that you either lay eggs, or learn to purr and emit sparks."
"I think I'll take my chance, and go abroad into the wide world," said
the duckling.
"Do," said the hen.
And the duckling went forth, and swam on the water, and dived
beneath its surface ; but he was slighted by all the other animals, on account
of his ugliness.
Autumn had now set in. The leaves of the forest had turned first
yellow, and then brown; and the wind caught them, and made them dance
about. It began to be very cold, and the clouds looked heavy with hail and
flakes of snow; while the raven sat on a hedge, crying Caw! caw I from
sheer cold; and one began to shiver, if one merely thought about it. One
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large birds from a grove. The duckling had never seen any so lovely before.
They were dazzlingly white, with long, graceful necks: they were swans.
They uttered a peculiar cry, and then spread their magnificent wings, and
away they flew from the cold country to warmer lands across the open sea.
They rose so high that the ugly duckling felt a strange sensation come over
him. He turned round and round in the water like a wheel, stretched his
neck up into the air towards them, and uttered so loud and strange a cry,
that he was frightened at it himself. Oh! never could he again forget those
beautiful, happy birds; and when they were quite out of sight, he dived
down to the bottom of the water, and when he once more rose to the surface,
he was half beside himself. He knew not how those birds were called, nor
whither they we-e bound; but he felt an affection for them, such as he had
never yet experienced for any living creature. Nor did he even presume to
envy them; for how could it ever have entered his head to wish himself
endowed with their loveliness. He would have been glad enough if the
ducks had merely suffered him to remain among them-poor ugly animal
that he was I


THERE'S A NEw ONE.


And winter proved so very, very cold. The duckling was onolged to
keep swimming about, for fear the water should freeze entirely; but every
night the hole in which he swam grew smaller and yet smaller. It now
froze so hard that the surface of the ice cracKed again; yet the duckling still
paddled about, to prevent the hole from closing up. At last he was so
exhausted that he lay insensible, and became ice-bournd.
Early next morning a peasant ca ne by, and seeing what had taken place,
broke the ice to pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home
to his wife ; so the little creature was revived once more.
The children wished to play with him; but the duckling thought they
intended to hurt him, and in his fright he plunged right into a bowl of milk,
that was spirted all over the room. The woman clapped her hands, which
only frightened him still more, and drove him first into tl-: butter-tub, then
down into the meal-tub, and out again. What a scene then ensued The
woman screamed, and flung the torgs at him; the children tumbled over
each other in their endeavors to catch :he duckling, and laughed and shrieked.
Fortunately the door stood open, and he slipped through, and then over the
fagots into the newly-fallen snow, whlre he lay quite exhausted.
But it would be too painful to tei- of all the privations and misery that
the duckling endured during the severe weather. He was lying in a marsh,
among the reeds, when the sun agaii began to shine. The larks were
singnlg, and the spring had set in in all its beauty.
The duckling now felt able to flap his wings. They rustled much louder
than before, and bore him away most sturdily; and before lv was well aware
of it he found himself in a large garden, where the apple-trees were in full
blossom, and the fragrant elder was steeping its long, drooping branches in
-he waters of a winding canal. Three magnificent white swans now emerged


from the thicket before him ; they flapped their wings, and then swam lightly
on the surface of the water.
I will fly towards those royal birds and they will strike me dead for
daring to approach them, so ugly as I am But it matters not. Better far
to be killed by them than to be pecked at by the ducks, beaten by the hens,
pushed about by the girl who feeds the poultry, and to suffer want in the
winter." And he flew into the water, and swam towards those splendid
swans, who rushed to meet him with rustling wings the moment they saw
him. Do but kill me said the poor animal, as he bent his head down to
the surface of the water and awaited his doom. But what did he see in the
clear stream? Why, his own image, which was no longer that of a heavy-
looking dark grey bird, ugly and ill-favored, but of a beautiful swan !
It matters not being born in a duck-yard, when one is hatched from a
swan's egg!
Some little children now came into the garden, and threw bread-crumbs
and corn into the water; and the youngest cried, There is a new one "
The other children clapped their hands, and flew to their father and mother,
and they all said, The new one is the prettiest."
He then felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing. He was
more than happy, yet none the p-ouder, for a good heart is never proud.
He remembered how he had been pursued and made game of; and now he
heard everybody say he was the most beautiful of all the beautiful birds.
He flapped his wings and raised his slender neck, as he cried in the fullness
of his heart, I never dreamed of such happiness when I was an Ugly
Duckling."




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LOST, but not very far from home after all. Not so far but that pussy
knows the way back and will lead littlee Emily back when she gets ready to
go. To Emily it seems a long, long ways; but she is not afraid, only tired
and glad to rest her little legs and put her back against the trunk of the big
tree. Pussy is tired too, for Emily has made her chase the ball very often,
and she ha:, been hunting grasshoppers and butterflies whenever Emily
would let her. She is so tired now that she does not care to catch the but.
terflies which are so near to her. She contents herself with turning her
pretty head and lazily looking at them.
Emily has chosen a very pleasant place for her rest. How the flowers
spring up on every side, and what a delightful breeze comes stealing through
the bushes to play with.Emily's brown hair and kiss her rosy cheeks.
Emily is a very good little girl. She did not run away from home.
She only tossed the ball a little further, and a little further yet, till before
she knew it she was out of sight of her house. Her mother will not scold
her; she will only tell her to be more careful another time. There is noth-
ing in these woods to hurt her. At most some prettily spotted fawn may
peep through the leaves and then run away to tell his mother how pretty
Emily is. He will leave her there under the tree in the sun, knowing that
long before dark she will have followed pussy home.


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!; n ending the umbrella.

EVERYTHING wears, out. Even our best dolls will break their noses
S and legs or get the pretty pink rubbed off their cheeks, and the sturdy
S rocking-horses that seem made to last forever, one day, at a most unexpected
moment, kick a little too hard, and awa,' goes Tom, Dick, or Iarry, and the
horse has to be sent to the mender. When such things break, how can we
expect umbrellas to last, umbrellas that are borrowed by neighbors so often,
turned inside out by frisky winds, and left by negligent boys and girls where
mice or moths can eat them. Yes, they wear out and must be mended. In
the picture you see a good man who has seen that it is about to rain and has
gotten out the l9d blue gingham that has been used by every one in and out
of the family for years until it needs a deal of fixing to make it keep water
off one. It is a bad job ; so he has taken his tools, after lighting a comfort-
nmg pipe, to the settle by the fire-place. He will make it as easy as pos-
able, and perhaps, dear man that he is, he will spend so much time over it
that the shower will have come and gone before the umbrella can be used.
But never mind, it has been a good job for a rainy day, and is all ready for
the girls to take to school wcen the next storm comes. Perhaps you may dis-
cover that the man is a shoemaker, and that he has taken the umbrella into
the shop. The artist leaves us a little in doubt, does he not?
The man who first carried an umbrella in England it was a red one -
was laughed at, but he persevered, and now, as the triolet says,
Who cares for the rain
If umbrellas are good ?
It may beat on the pane :
Who cares for the rain?
It may sweep o'er the plain
Or drench the dark wood:
Who cares for the rain
If umbrellas are good?"



jhe fiig1nal 5er ce.

WHAT do you suppose all those queer things are on the top of this
building? Did you say weather-vanes ? You are right: they are weather-
vanes and pans for collecting water to show how much rain falls, and a kind
of whirligig thing for telling how fast the wind travels, how many miles an
hour it flies, and how strangely it changes its path, now going east, now
west, now southeast or north, or any other way it pleases. The wi id
bloweth where it listeth," and these vanes and other things are connected
with the rooms in the building below; and in the rooms are men who spend
all their time in watching them and keeping record of just when and how
they change. There are three hundred and sixty-seven of these stations in
the United Sta'es, and they all telegraph every day to this building to tell
the man there just how the wind and rain, and heat and cold are at their


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station, and there are telegrams coming from other places, in Canada, New-
foundland, and the West Indies, making similar reports. But why? What
good does it do the men to know?
Once, not many years ago, men did no know when storms were coming,
or when waves of heat or cold were on the way to them, and many crops
were injured because the farmers were not ready for the storm, and many
brave sailors perished because they could not know ivhen to put their vessels
into safe harbors. But now the telegraph tells the men in this house when
a storm is coming, and the men send the news immediately to every city
in the country, and to all the places by the sea, and at these places they put
up different flags, each flag meaning a particular kind of wind or storm, so
that the people can cover their grain, or get in their hay, or keep their ves-
sels safe. By that means much precious food is saved and many men kept
from death. Is not that a wonderful and noble thing to do? You may see
one of these weather reports in Papa's paper any day.
This house is in Washington, where the President lives, and though it
is not so handsome a building as the White House or the Capitol, is quite
as useful in its way.


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S YES, the mother doe and her two pretty fawns are
S. very much at home among these shining green leaves which
dance in the sunlight and make a kind of music that all the
Sdeer love. See how the doe's soft eyes look into the green-
ness. She does not suspect that we are looking at her.
They have all come down to the pool to drink and eat the
juicy grass that grows there. In the pool are lily-pads and
arrow-weed, and you may see one yellow lily just opening
its petals under the tall grass in which the dragon-flies flit
to and fro. Such a lovely place as this must be full of birds,
and their singing Let us hope that no hunter with his
.,i cruel gun may find this peaceful spot and kill the beautiful
SI doe and fawns. How much better they look in their home
S than in the wire-enclosed yards of city parks. Do you not
'- 'l think they often wish to be back among the tall trees and
sheltering bushes? And when night comes how they must
r .long to get away from all harsh city noises to the silent
dimness of the forest. When we see them in the parks we
S must not tease them, but speak gently, because they are
very timid and homesick.
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SAID the first little chicken,
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A fat little bugI "

Said the third little chicken,
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With a small sigh of grief,
" Oh, I wish I could find
A green little leaf "

Said the fifth little chicken,
With a faint little moan,
" Oh, I wish I could find
A wee gravel stone "

" Now see here," said the mother,
From the green garden patch,
" If you want any breakfast,
You just come and scratch."


hc Tonning eight "

CHILDREN are sometimes compared to the morning light because
they are bright and young and full of joy.
These children are no doubt the pet of some household. They
are some mother's darlings, who carefully watches over them and
tends their wants. When night comes and the darkness shuts their
blue eyes in sleep she tucks them in their bed and prays for them.
Out into the wide world she knows they will have to go some-
time, and she feels sad as she thinks of the hard things they may
have to meet without a mother's care and love about them.
A good mother, such as you have, never can forget her children
but will love and pray for them so long as she lives:
For the little ones so dear,
Oft reposing on your breast.
Never in the coming years,
Though they seek for it with tears,
Will they find so sweet a rest.
Feet like those may go astray
Bruised and bleeding by the way,
Ere they reach the mansion blest I
Pray, mother, pray !"


" The sea! the sea the open seal
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound;
It runneth the earth's wide regions round ;
It plays with clouds; it mocks the skies,
Or like a cradled creature lies,


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" I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea I
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence whereso'er I go I
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter! I shall ride and sleep.


" I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more,
And backward flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;
And a mother she was, and is to me;
For I was born on the open sea I "


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The Wonder world.



HAVE you ever looked up some bright night into the sky, and .
have you wondered what the golden specks which seem to come out
one by one, are? How like diamonds they sparkle. i ., e
Are they worlds like this one of ours, and do men and women :
live there, are questions that many people ask. -
The stars are a long, long way off, pers-- who look through a "
glass called a telescope tell us that some of these stars are suns to ,, t
other worlds, as our bright sun is to our world. o .
The ray of sunlight which shone in your room this morning had
to travel a long, long way too. How many miles do you think it came. .-
Ninety-five million miles, just think of that While you slept, this bit
of sunlight was coming as fast as it could to welcome you when
you woke. .
There is a study called astronomy which tells about the wonders I
of the starry world above us. Mary has begun to learn it, and she -.
is now looking for the Milky Way, and Venus, the beautiful evening
star. Have you ever seen them? "





















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Is there one of you who has not had a dream of Santa Claus, in his fur coat,
and with his streaming white beard, drawn swiftly throughthesky; withhis
four Reindeer prancing with keen enjoyment? You have dreamedof him, but per-
haps he did not look to you as he did to the artist who made this picture. In this
picture, Time, who is made like a very old man-as hlie certainly is-with great
wings and a scythe and hour glass stands in the belfry of the church and rings the
chimes for the hour which makes Christmas. Time knows, for he has watched
Nthe sand in his hour-glass run for years and years. Santa Claus heard the first
stroke of the bell and whistling to his Reindeer away they flew, his sleigh loaded
with presents for all good little boys and girls, and for some naughty ones, too.
I Santa Claus loves above everything else to make children happy by giving them
/ What they want most; so we should help him by telling him what we want. But
if he does not give it s not give it us we must not be cross and say unkind things about him.
Sometimes he knows better than we what we ought to have; and sometimes
Sthe very thing we want is needed more by somebody else. Not one of you will
S) forget Santa Claus, for he has certainly been very kind to you in the past.

With mistletoe and holly.
SING HIGH HO!
Who comes here every year?
Old Santa Claus so dear.
SING HIGH HO!
And we will love him so
He'll follow where we go;
SING HEIGRH o!
And bring sweet things and toys
THE WONIR W To all good girls and boys.
IN xG HII Ho !




HAPPY HOURS IN THE LITTLE PEOPLE'S WORLD.


W #wTA NNN! X\ W.


A is for the Antelope,
A species of Deer,
It bounds away swiftly
When danger is near.


is for the Beaver,
For thrift they're renowned,
By the banks of the river
Their dams may be found.


is for the horse,
So faithful and true,
He's the friend of mankind
The wide world through.


I is for the Ibex,
On the mountains so steep,
'Tis there that you find him,
With his bold flying leap.


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C is for the Camel
With a hump on its back,
'Tis the ship of the desert
Marching o'er its hot track.

D is for the Deer, 1
Of kinds there's a score,
There's the Red Deer and Roe-
buck,
And a great many more.


is for the Elephant,
With its wonderful size,
How useful its trunk,
And how small are its eyes.

is for the fox,
He's both cunning and sly,
When he visits the hen roost,
The poor biddies fly.

is for the Giraffe,
He's so wonderfully tall,
He eats from the tree tops,
And. sees above all.


is for the Jackal,
'Tis a dreadful sight
To see them in packs,
As they prowl in the night.


K 7is for the Kangaroo,
A creature most queer,
When running at high leap,
With his tail he will steer.


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is for the Leopard,
With rich, spotted hair,
'Tis a fierce, savage creature
Should you pass near its lair.

is for the Moose,
In the far north'tis seen,
'Tis hunted by sportsmen
When the north winds are
keen.


N is for the Newt,
'Tis scarcely animal or bird,
But some like frogs and fishes
I think I have heard.


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O is for the Ox,
Slow, steady, and strong,
When yoked to the plough
He pulls all day long.

pis for the Porcupine,
With his quills so queer,
It becomes a prickly ball,
When its foes are near.

is for the Quagga,
From Africa far away,
'Tis striped like the Zebra,
And when tamed will obey.


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is for the Unicorn
Which never was seen, |
Except on Coat of Arms
Of the good British Queen.


V is for the Viper
Which runs on the ground,
'Tis one of the snake kind,
The most deadly one found.


is for the Wolf
Which is given to W
prowling,
As the woods they range
through
They're constantly howling.


R is for the Rabbit,
With pink eyes so mild,
Their white, brown or black
coats
Are loved by each child.


S is for the Squirrel
That lives in the trees,
And gathers the sweet nuts
With greatest of ease.

T is for the Tiger,
Which the natives all fear
When he roars in the jungle,
And is known to be near.


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Sis for Xiphias,
Of the swordfish kind,
He's a dangerous monster
As the sailor can find.

is for the Yak,
Some like horse, ox, and
sheep,
With many good traits,
He's useful to keep.
is for the Zebra
With a striped glossy coat,
A swift-footed fellow,
And a creature of note.


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in all the animal kingdom
There's no creature so sweet
As the dear little girl and boy
Who play at our feet.





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!crrn-c rcd Polk6.


How haughtily that tall cock holds his head. Is he a prince
or a cardinal? Oh, no, he has just crowed, that's all; but he thinks
his crow the most musical and noticeable performance of the whole
day. He practiced his crow two hours before day-break, and then
at sun-rise he felt he had it perfected, and let off the whole force of
it, as if he had performed a very creditable service to us all. He is
terribly proud. But let him crow a few more mornings, then his
pride will have a fall, and this head that he now holds so high above
all hens and lesser cocks, will be lying in the grass by the, chopping
block, while his body will be hung in the town market, for every
boarding-houskeeper to stick her thumbs into, and say, "A tough
old cock,' and lay him aside with disdain.
Just see how the tall cock has taught the little one, by example,
to be just as conceited, and hold his head as high as he can. No-
body wants to eat you, little cock; you need not fear. How meekly
the poor hen walks by their side. She dare not hold up her head,
yet what a useful creature she is. How could we make sponge cake
without the eggs she lays? But surely the cocks are handsome fel-
lows though they are vain.



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How do the muscles know when to move? You have all seen
the telegraph wires, by which messages are sent from one town to
another, all over the country.
You are too young to understand how this is done, but you each
have something inside of you, by which you are sending messages
almost every minute while you are awake.


We will try to learn a little about its wonderful way of working.
In your head is your brain. It is the part of you which thinks.
As you would be very badly off if you could not think, the brain
is your most precious part, and you have a strong box made of bone
to keep it in.
We will call the brain the central telegraph office. Little white
cords, called nerves, connect the brain with the rest of the body.
A large cord, called the spinal cord, lies safely in a bony case
made by the spine, and many nerves branch off from this.
If you put your fingers on a hot stove, in an instant a message
goes on the nerve telegraph to the brain. It tells that wise thinking
part that your finger will burn if it stays on the stove.
In another instant, the brain sends back a message to the mus-
cles that move that finger, saying : Contract quickly, bend the joint,
and take that poor finger away, so that it will not be burned."
You can hardly believe that there was time for all this sending of
messages; for as soon as you felt the hot stove you pulled your fin-
ger away. But you really could not have pulled it away unless the
brain had sent word to the muscles to do it.
Now you know what we mean when we say, "As quick as
thought." Surely nothing could be quicker.
You see that the brain has a great deal of work to do, for it has
to send so many orders.
There are some muscles which are moving quietly and steadily
all the time, though we take no notice of the motion.
You do not have to think about breathing, and yet the muscles
work all the time moving your chest.
If we had to think about it every time we breathed, we should
have no time to think of any thing else.
There is one part of the brain that takes care of such work for us.
It sends the messages about breathing, and keeps the breathing mus-
cles and many other muscles faithfully at work. It does all this with-
out our needing to know or think about it at all.
Do you begin to see that your body is a busy work-shop, where
many kinds of work are being done all day and all night?
Although we lie still and sleep in the night, the breathing must
go on, and so must the work of those other organs that never stop
until we die.
The little white nerve-threads lie smoothly side by side, making
small white cords. Each kind of message goes on its own
thread, so that the messages need never get mixed or confused.
These nerves are very delicate little messengers. They do all the
feeling for the whole body, and by means of them we have many pains
and many pleasures.
If there was no nervein your tooth it could not ache. But if there
were no nerves in your mouth and tongue, you could not taste your
food.
If there were no nerves in your hands, you might cut them and
feel no pain. But you could not feel your mother's soft, warm hand,
as she laid it on yours.
One of your first duties is the care of yourselves.
Children may say: My father and mother take care of me."
But even while you are young, there are some ways in which no one
can take care of you but yourselves. The older you grow, the more
this care will belong to you, and to no one else.
Think of the work all the parts of the body do for us, and how
they help us to be well and happy. Certainly the least we can dois
to take care of them and keep them in good order.





HAPPY HOURS IN THE LITTLE PEOPLE'S WORLD.


As one part of the brain has to take care of all the rest of the
body, and keep every organ at work, of course it can never go to
sleep itself. If it did, the heart would stop pumping, the lungs
would leave off breathing, all other work would stop, and the body
would be dead.
But here is another part of the brain which does the thinking
and this part needs rest.
When you are asleep you are not thinking, but you are breathing,
and other work of the body is going on.
If the thinking part of the brain does not have good quiet sleep,
it will soon wear out. A worn-out brain is not easy to repair.
If well cared for, your brain will do the best of work for you for
seventy or eighty years without complaining.
The nerves are easily tired out, and they need much rest. They
get tired out if we do one thing too long at a time; they are rested by
a change of work.
Think of the wonderful work the brain is all the time doing for
you!
You ought to give it the best of food to keep it in good working
order. Any drink that contains alcohol is not a food to make one
strong; but is a poison to hurt, and at last to kill.
It injures the brain and nerves so that they can not work well,
and send their messages properly. That is why the drunkard does
not know what he is about.
Newspapers often tell us about people setting houses on fire;
about men who forgot to turn the switch, and so wrecked a railroad
train; about men who lay down on the railroad track and were run
over by the cars.
Otten these stories end with: The person had been drinking."
When the nerves are put to sleep by alcohol, people become careless
and do not do their work faithfully; sometimes, they cannot even tell
the difference between a railroad track and a place of safety. The
brain receives no message, or the wrong one, and the person does not
know what he is doing.
You may say that all men who drink liquor do not do such terri-
ble things.
That is true. A little alcohol is not so bad as a great deal.
But even a little makes the head ache, and hurts the brain and nerves.
A body kept pure and strong is of great service to its owner.
There are people who are not drunkards, but who often drink a little
liquor. By this means they slowly poison their bodies.
When sickness comes upon them they are less able to bear it,
and less likely to get well again than those who have never injured
their bodies with alcohol.
When a sick or wounded man is brought into a hospital, one of
the first questions asked him by the doctor is: Do you drink? "
If he answers "Yes!" the next questions are, "What do you
drink?" and How much?"
The answers he gives to these questions show the doctor what
chance the mnan has of getting well.
A man who never drinks liquor will get well, where a drinking
man would surely die.
Why does any one wish to use tobacco?
Because many men say that it helps them and makes them feel
better.
Shall I tell you how it makes you feel better?
If a man is cold, the tobacco deadens his nerves so that he does
not feel the cold, and does not take the pains to make himself warmer.


If a man is tired, or in trouble, tobacco will not really rest him
or help him out of his trouble.
It only puts his nerves to sleep and helps him think that he is
not tired, and that he does not need to overcome his troubles.
It puts his nerves to sleep very much as alcohol does, and helps
him to be contented with what ought not to content him.
A boy who smokes or chews tobacco, is not so good a scholar
as if he did not use the poison. He can not remember his lessons
so well.
Usually, too, he is not so polite, nor so good a boy as he other-
wise would be.-Child's Health Prilmer.


The Partridge family.



THE partridge has taken her brood of six little ones to a quiet
spot among the grass and underbrush to feed. She is afraid of the
sportsman's gun, which she heard not long ago, but she tries not to
frighten her, children by showing that she fears. What a kind
mother! see, she has found a fat caterpillar and instead of swal-
lowing it herself, she unselfishly lays it down for the little fellows
treat. If it were not for the sportsman's gun what days of delight
she would have roaming about the woods and along the roads, teach-
ing her brood the woodcraft that all well-bred partridges should
know. They are beautiful birds and deserve to be happy.





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" PRETTY Butterfly, stay !
Come down here and play,"
A Grasshopper said,
As he lifted his head.
"Oh, no! and oh, no!
Daddy Grasshopper, go!
Once you weren't so polite,
But said Out of my sight,
You base, ugly fright!'"
"Ohno! and oh, no!
I never said so,"
The Grasshopper cried:
" I'd sooner have died
Than been half so rude,
You misunderstood."
"Oh, no! I did not;
'Twas near to this spot:
The offence, while I live,
I cannot forgive."
" I pray you explain
When and where such disdain,
Such conduct improper,
Was shown by this Hopper."
" I then was a worm:
'Tis a fact I affirm,"
The Butterfly said,
With a toss of her head,
" In my humble condition,
Your bad disposition,
Made you spurn me as mean,
And not fit to be seen.
In my day of small things
You dreamed not that wings
Might one day be mine,-
Wings handsome and fine,
That help me soar up
To the rose's full cup,
And taste of each flower
In garden and bower.
This moral now take
For your own better sake;
Insult not the low;
Some day they may grow
To seem and to do
Much better than you.
Remember, and so,
Daddy Grasshopper, go! "


T:h, Sctar Spangled Banner.


,-'.. HERE is the dear old flag we love
so well. See how proudly it waves.
Can you tell how many stars should
be on its blue field? It is called some-
S times the "flag of the free," and some-
-: times the Star-Spangled Banner."
-- _.- Do you know the origin of the
-_- /.' song which we love to sing, called the
--, Star-Spangled Banner?"
In the year 1814, in the war with
-- England, some British troops took
i the city of Washington and burned
'4 ,, the Capitol and the President's house.
A few weeks later they tried to take Baltimore, a city not far distant,
by bombarding Fort Henry. An American gentleman, by flag of
truce, came to the city to see about some laws regarding exchange
of prisoners. On account of the attack he was kept on board the
admiral's vessel.
All day, while the shots and shells were flying thick and fast,
he watched the flag of his country. And at night he thought about
it. Would it be pulled down by the enemy? In the morning he


looked with longing eyes and anxious heart, and rejoiced to see it
still floating.
His name was Francis S. Key, and he afterward wrote the song
entitled the Star-Spangled Banner," whose chorus is:
'Tis the Star-Spangled Banner,
Oh, long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free,
And the home of the brave.'



Bace of Wartar Vomen.

How they go! what a dust those hoofs kick up! They are
almost at the goal, and the one who is a little ahead looks already as
if she were saying, I told you so while the other clutches her whip
and looks not at all happy.
But what sort of women are these with strange costumes and
shoes whose toes turn up? They are Tartars, and if you will get out
your atlas and turn to the map of Asia you will find a place called
Tartary where they live. They are wild and fierce, but very intelli-
gent. The chances are that whoever wins this race will be well
scolded by the other, for they are not very polite or good-natured
people, and very much dislike being beaten at anything.
Do you notice in this picture how the women sit in their saddles?
They have no riding habits, and they do not sit sideways after the
fashion of the ladies you have seen riding in the parks. They sit
just as men do, and ride just as well. They look very much at home
in the saddle, do they not?
Do you notice the strange mark on the nearer horse? It looks
like a big O with an N in it, with a mark across the N. That is
what is called a brand. They take a red-hot iron and burn the mark
with it. It is rather a cruel way for the master of the horse to put
his name on him. Do you think it would be better to faint the
name? But the paint would wear off with the hair, when the mark
is burned in it always stays. None of us would like to have our
names burned into our arms or legs or cheeks, surely, luckily we
need not, for we have our names told to us, and we can tell them to
others.
What a lively race this is? Do you think the horse that is now
ahead will really beat?



Uh Village doctor' ghriatmaa 6all.


THE good doctor had just seated himself to dine on roast duck
and all the other dainties of his Christmas dinner when there came a
pounding at the door, and a summons to visit little Jack Horner
away at the other end of the village. The doctor knows that it is likely
little Jack has eaten too much Christmas pie, which has made him ill
of course; but the doctor can not stop for that. It may be a danger-
ous illness, and he has devoted his life to the saving of others as far
as may be. It is snowing heavily, the wind drives the snow fiercely,
but he must go, so looking once more, a little sadly perhaps, at the
steaming duck, he puts on his thick coat, has Dolly saddled, and
starts out to face the wind and plunge through the drifts.
Who can but admire the good doctors who so bravely face not
only storms but every manner of dreadful disease to make suffering
lighter?
Let us hope that little Jack will never eat too much again, to
cause so much trouble, and let us hope also, that the ducks may
still be hot when the doctor reaches home, to taste all the better be-
cause he has done his duty and made Jack happy again.

























































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A PROSPECTIVE FEAST.


THIS is little Erik, and he is six years old. The
man who made the picture took pains to put the name
and the age up there in the corner. What a pleasant,
sweet-mannered boy he is, with his clean apron and
neatly brushed brown hair. His eyes are brown, too.
Every one must like Erik, he has so pleasant a smile
and sits there so quietly for the artist to paint his
portrait.
The artist said: Let's make believe, Erik, that
you're going to have a feast of apples. I'll put a nice
knife here on the table, and you can hold one of the
prettiest apples in your hand." Erik through he should
like to sit so, because it was almost like a joke, to


make people believe he was only a boy in a picture,
and not a really and truly person; and besides he
knew he should have the nice apples when the artist
was through with them. Surely it makes a better
picture than it would if the artist had set little Erik
up as if he were a doll with wooden arms and legs,
against a door or chair-back. It would not be
pleasant to always see Erik in one's parlor, or in a
book, if he looked like a stiff doll. Now he will alway-
give you pleasure, and almost wish you could hax.
your portraits painted in the same way; or perhaps you
had rather be eating the apples.


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AJ MCITLI~ ~da on the Ice.
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" OVER the ice so smooth and bright,
How we skim along !
This is one of the merriest sports
Which to hardy boys belong.
Hurrah Hurrah for the ice and snow,
Our blood is warm and fresh, you know.


" The ice is as strong as strong can be,
And what have we to fear?
It looks like a solid crystal lake
So beautifully clear.
Hurrah! Hurrah though winter it is,
There's nothing in summer so fair as this."


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he capitol at Wa6hington.


WHAT a splendid building! See how it spreads itself over the land.
It must be proud of its grandeur, and surely it has a right to be. The
great George Washington laid the southeast corner-stone of it when he was
President, in 1793, for he knew that the country must have a building big
enough to hold all the senators and representatives of the states when they
assembled to make the country's laws. But it was not used by them till
1814, because the architects quarrelled, although they were old enough to
know better, much as school boys do. Quarrelling takes time and causes


much trouble. The building was not complete even then, and afterwards
still other architects had charge of it; in fact it was not till over fifty years
after that it was finished. In 1814, when the British troops invaded the
city of Washington, they thought it a very clever thing to burn the buildings
belonging to the government. So up the hill, on which the capitol is built,
they marched and fired shots through the windows; then a whole regiment,
with Admiral Cochburn at the head, marched into the hall of the House
of Representatives insolently playing the tune of the British Gren-


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adiers." The admiral seated himself in the chair of the speaker of the
house, surrounded by his troops. He asked them if the building should be
burned. They all said yes, so they took valuable books and papers from the
library, pictures from the walls, and tore down- board partitions and with
them made a big bonfire. Then after firing rockets they marched out to let
the building burn and to start other fires. But only the inside of the capitol
was destroyed. The walls remained. It was rebuilded better than it was
built, until now it is one of the wonderful buildings of the world.
It has an enormous dome and many other fine things which you will be
glad to read of when you are older. All that is necessary for you to remem-
ber is that George Washington laid the corner stone, and that in it are made
the laws of the country by the men who are sent by the people in each state,
instead of going themselves,.for you see the building could not hold all the
people of the country, and even if it could, it would take forever to hear
them all.

george shington.
EVERYBODY recognizes the portrait of Washing-
ton, he has so marked a face, and his pictures are so
scattered everywhere. And everybody knows what a
great and good man he was, because he did so much
for our country, of which he
is called the father, and has
been talked about so often.
He was born on the 22d of
February, 1732, in the County
of Westmoreland, Virginia.
His boyhood was very much
like that of every man whose -.
father has money enough to
give him society, although
his father died when he was .
but ten years old. Fortu-
nately, his mother was a --
woman both good and wise,
so she took upon herself the
education of George. Her
own learning, perhaps, was
not very wide, but what she
had learned she knew thor-
GEORGE WI
oughly. She taught him
nothing but the English language and mathematics.
He must have known considerable of the latter,for
he was qualified to be a land surveyor. In 1746 he
wanted to go to sea very much, to become a midshipman
of the navy, but his good mother did not think it the
best thing for him, so he stayed at home, and learned
so fast and did so well that by the time he was 19 years
old he had made quite a reputation for himself, and
was afterwards nominated to be one of the adjutants-
general of Virginia. He made a voyage to the Bar-
badoes; that was about all his travel. But in 1753 he


was so much thought of that he was entrusted with
a very important commission, to carry a letter to the
French, who were then making a. line of forts from
Canada to Louisiana, and taking too many liberties with
King George's land, for it was. King George's in those
days, and not our United States. The French would
not stop, however, so King George fought them, that
is, he made his American subjects fight them, and our
George distinguished himself by good judgment and
courage in the fight with them. But the king became
very hard upon the American colonists, by heavy tax-
ation, and the colonists decided not to bear with him
longer. Washington took sides against the king,
and was elected a member
of the first Congress, which
assembled in Philadelphia in
1774, and afterwards when
Sthe Colonists found they
must fight the king, and an
vey army was raised, George
SWashington was appointed
.ai to the high position of Com-
S o mander-in-chief of the Con-
tinental Army.
That was in 1775. He
foughtsowell, was so firm, and
showed such remarkable j udg-
ment, that after the colonists
had whipped the king, and
established a glorious govern-
ment of their own, Wash-
ington was chosen by every-
.SHINGTON.
body to be the President, in
1789. You see he was not a very brilliant man, not a
fine talker, indeed, he was often embarrassed and, per-
haps, bashful in company, but he was an earnest man,
and what he did know he knew thoroughly, which is
the very best thing. He was strong and courageous, was
very calm in the face of danger, and though of a pas-
sionate nature, he could control himself perfectly. Just
such a man as that was needed, you see, and we are fortu-
nate in having so good and so wise a man to be the first
ruler of our country. A great deal of his power he
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done. The lesson to be learned from his life is that
goodness and wisdom are better and more powerful
than brilliancy of wit and a showy disposition.
Washington was tall and very majestic in appear-
ance, and above all an intellectual man, not one whose
emotions were keen. His country honors him as it
should, and on the 22d of February in every year it
celebrates, with loving remembrance, his birthday.


#braham imenoln.


No man who ever did anything for our country is
so much loved and revered as he whose portrait is
before us. In I809 he was born in Kentucky, and his
father and mother were not
extraordinary people. Ken- '"
tucky at that time was a..
wild region ; bears were ,
plentiful, schools were not, "
so that the boy Abraham .
had very small chance in- ."
deed to get an education, but :
he made the very most of .
such chance as he did have,
and that means a very
great deal. But he had an
instinct for learn-ing and
used to write out his recol-
lections of his studies and
of what he saw; by that
means he learned more rap-
idly and fixed all he learned
in his mind. And it gave ABRAHAiM
him practice in penmanship, so that by the time he
was nineteen years old he had acquired a remarkably
good and serviceable hand-writing. And he soon showed
considerable business capacity so that he was trusted
with a cargo of farm produce which he took to New
Orleans and sold. He had by this time grown to the re-
markable height of six feet four inches, and he was
enormously strong, so that when his father removed to
Macon, Illinois, he helped him clear the land, build his
log home and split big walnut logs into fence rails. When
his father was well settled, he left him and hired himself


to a man named Offutt, who was building a flat boat to go
to New Orleans on a trading voyage. He went with
Offutt to New Orleans and returned with him to Salem,
where Offutt opened a variety store. Lincoln accom-
plished little at this, but he continued his reading and
studies, (do not forget that), especially English gram-
mar and surveying. Soon after he was made post-
master of New Salem and was that for several years.
From that he became a politician, a member of the
legislature, then the sixteenth President of the United
States. From splitting rails to being President of the
United States Think of it! And not only President,
but the noblest man that has ever governed our country.
A man of deep religious feeling, a man calm and cour-
ageous in the face of dan-
.1 ger, and wise always. He was
President during the great
Civil War, which you will
know about sometime, and
that meant at the most terri-
ble moment of our history,
and by his great power and
goodness, thousands of poor
black men and women and
children who had been living
as slaves, whipped and half-
starved, were set at liberty
and became citizens, like all
of us, of these United States.
And because he did that glo-
rious deed, that most beauti-
ful and humane act, he was
LINCOLN. assassinated, shot with a pis-

tol while witnessing a play in a theatre. Was that
not terrible and barbarous ? He died on the I5th of
April, 1865, and will always be remembered and
reverenced as one of the best and greatest men that
have ever lived. You will be glad to have a portrait
of him where you may see it at any time.


S ORK while you work, play while you play,
This is the way to be cheerful and gay.
All that you do, do with your might,
Things done by halves are never done right.


',K


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h1e little grandmother.


" WE have the sweetest little girl
That ever you did see,
As bright, as happy, and as fair,
As ever she can be.
"' Her eyes are black as any crow's,
And always full of fun,
And sparkle so with love and joy,
Your heart is fairly won.
" Her lips are like the cherry ripe,
And taste to us more sweet,
And the pure rapture of a kiss
Is as when brooklets meet.
" Her hair is like a bunch of wheat
Kissed by the morning sun,
Just as the god of day begins
His golden race to run.
" Her voice is to our listening ears
As music soft and sweet,
The echo of whose gentle tones
Is touched by little feet.
' Her ways are cute and roguish, too,
And take the heart by storm,
While all the fountains of her life
Are pure and sweet and warm.
" Our Father Keep this treasure dear
Beneath Thy sheltering wing,
And let her little hands unto
The Rock of Ages cling."



Squirrel.


squirrel thinks he is going a long, ways, but, poor fellow, he is just
where he was before shut up.
The squirrels in the picture are gray. They are lively fellows,
and are so sweet and tender that they will probably be made into a
stew before long. Let us hope not. It is so much better to live
among the clean, green leaves, than it is to be boiled in a pot and
stirred with a long handled spoon, besides it cannot be very nice to
be in so mixed a company as the potato and salt and pepper -Jepjer
think of it! surely. No, let us have green trees and cool woods,
instead of the cook's fire and a deluge of pepper and salt.


OUT of the woods they came
into the village street. It was
such fun to hop from limb to limb
and to seek one still sweeter nut
than the last, that before they
knew it they were far from their
holes in the trees of the wood.
But they didn't much care; they
were not tired. They crooked
their- bushy tails and winked at
each other with their bright eyes,
and said, "This is surely a
pretty joke!" Then they
laughed in this quiet way and
hopped towards home. They
arrived just after sunset. They
thought that every other squirrel
in the wood would laugh at them
for going so far, but they had not
even been missed; for the other
squirrels were wise "and attended
to their own business of laying
by a large store of nuts and
acorns, to eat during the bitter
cold and snow of winter.
You have seen squirrels in
cages, have you not? They even
then must keep on hopping and
leaping, so men make things like
wire barrels for them to run in.
When they leap it makes the
wire barrel whirl round, and the


Sid- inter.

How it snows Thicker and faster as the day closes. So thick
that it seems as if the very trees will be covered. It is cold, too.
Even the sparrows are ready to seek shelter, and you know how brave
they are generally, for you have seen them hopping about the streets
many a time when all ordinary people were indoors by the fire.
What a racket they make in their little tent of boughs. They are
sure to fight, for they are very quarrelsome little things. They hate
to see one of their brothers with a tiice big crumb, so straightway fly
at him and try to snatch it away, which is very rude, indeed, and can
only be excused because they do not know any better.
Mid-winter! Sleighing parties, coasting, skating, snow-balling,
charades, long hours with books by the crackling fires. Mid-winter I
To some, hunger, shivering in miserable houses, with no fuel and
few clothes. To such, Mid-winter is a terror, but to all of you, who
should not forget these others in your enjoyment, it is a time of
laughter, fun, and healthy exercise.
This is rather a dreary picture. Sparrows are more enjoyable
when the sun is bright and warm. They like the sun better, too.
Who killed cock sparrow?"





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The right
OH, naughty, naughty grandpa I
to tease little Karl so Karl turns
to his mother, for he knows she will
protect him from the great goose,
whose big orange-colored bill seems
much too near his arm.
Karl was visiting his grandpa,
and grandma had ordered the old
goose killed for dinner. It was
brought in and put upon the
table, when little Karl got up by
his mother to look at it. Grandpa,
who loves a joke, took up the goose -:' :''
and made its neck move and its
wings flap, and he hissed through -'
his teeth, as geese will, till poor Karl '
began to think the goose alive after
all. Then mamma smiled and
grandpa laughed long and loudly;
but he gave Karl a penny to buy
candy with to pay for his fright.
Probably Karl will not jump another
time, but some of us have jumped
at smaller things than that. Karl
is a dear little boy, just as full of
fun as grandpa. They have very
lively times together. Sometimes
it is hard to tell which is the younger,
grandpa or Karl. Karl has a rock-
ing-horse, a trumpet, abrightsword,
a cup and ball, and a small red
horse on four wheels. He likes his
trumpet and red horse best. Grandpa threatens to buy him a drum,
but mamma says if he does she will never bring Karl to see him
again. That frightens grandpa, and probably the drum will still
stay in the shop window where grandpa first saw it.
Perhaps what Karl likes best is to ride grandpa's old white
horse, Dick, to the watering trough. He does it nearly every day.


Jwever ell a 2ie.


NEVER tell a lie, my boy,
Always speak the truth.
If your life you would enjoy,
Always speak the truth.


Now, as in the coming years,
Always speak the truth.
Save your heart from bitter tears,
Always speak the truth.


THE FRIGHT.


Be the matter what it may,
Always speak the truth.
If at work, or if at play,
Always speak the truth.


Never from this rule depart,
Always speak the truth.
Fix it deeply in your heart,
Always speak the truth.


The Tig re and ff r r young.


WHEN you look at this picture per-
haps you will say, Oh, see this pretty
cat and her kittens. It does look like
a cat, and belongs to the same family,
but is many times larger and very
fierce. It is a tigress and. her little
ones. Do you notice the beautiful
stripes on their bodies? They are a
bright orange and black. They seem
to be having a good time playing to-
gether. One of the little ones, you
see, is perched on its mother's back,
another is washing her face, while
the mother is washing the third, doing
just what you have often seen a cat
do with her kittens. They look very
innocent and pretty. Although the
tigress looks so kind while playing
with her little ones, if any one were
to pass near her she would spring upon
him, kill him, and then she and the
little ones would devour him. The
tiger hides by the side of water for ani-
mals as they come to drink. It may
be tamed when it is young, but cannot
be trusted when it becomes older.


Th& TIG.Ess AiD HEa YoUNG.





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going skating.

WHAT a kind and pretty girl Miss Mabel is Lucy and Nellie
and little Joe all went off coasting, and though Gyp stood on his hind
feet and begged in the proper way, they would not take him, for they
said he'd only be right in the way and they did not want to be
bothered. But Miss Mabel thought it too bad that Gyp should not
enjoy the bright, beautiful day, so she put on her jacket and fur cap
and muff, took her skates and dear Gyp and started for the pond. It
may be that in her very heart she expected to meet Arthur Lane
there, but nobody will blame her for that. At any rate she did meet
him there, and he politely put on her skates for her, and tried to
teach her to skate backwards. At sunset he took off her skates and
walked home with her. What a delightful afternoon it had been,
not only for Mabel and Arthur, but for Gyp.
He, silly little dog that he is, ran about, slipping on the ice,
barking most of the time, and chasing the skaters as they went glid-
ing by. Some boys had built a fire in the ice, and that greatly inter-
ested Gyp. He went to it and sniffed the heat with evident enjoy-
meot. Mabel thought that Lucy and Nellie and little Joe acted very
much ashamed of themselves when they found that she had taken
Gyp.


HERE are two very happy families, and it were

hard to say which is the happier. Here are Ned and

Anne, and baby Alice with Mamma and Nurse. They

have just had their breakfast, and good Mamma thought

it would please them, as it certainly does, to have Nel-

lie, the pug, and her three babies come into the dining-

room and eat their milk. How interested everybody is,

even the tiny puppies, who think milk the very nicest

thing in the whole world. Bye and bye they will find

that candy and nuts are a little better, but, dear things,

they are so very innocent and unaccustomed to the good

things of the world that milk eaten with mamma's

tongue in the same dish is the height of delight to

them. One little fellow seem to need a guide to show

him the way to the dish. He hears the small tongue

go lap-lap and he would be very glad to get a taste too

but he is uncertain on his legs as yet. Anne will have

to pick him up and put his black nose in the milk. We

could all be happy in such a sunny and beautiful room,

one would think.

What comfortable lives pet dogs have! Always

fondled and loved, given nice soft beds to lie on, and

just as delicate food as any little boy or girl ever had,
with no care or trouble except being trodden on once in

a while. But we all have that. Do you like pugs as

well as skye terriers or stag-hounds ? They are very well-

behaved and knowing creatures, and you would become

very fond of one if you had him. There are many

pretty things in this room which you can find for your-

selves, but do not fail to see the beautiful hencock

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LOOK at these hardy fishermen. They are home from a long
pull with the waves. They have had a stormy time at sea. The
winds have blown and the waters have dashed over their boats, but
they have come back safely. They seem now to be looking for an-
other schooner, which went out with them, but has got behind in the
fog of the night.
I think they have been to catch cod and mackerel along the At-
lantic coast, or off the Bank of Newfoundland. It could not be in
the cold waters of Iceland, for they are not clad warmly enough.
My friend, who has spent some months on this barren island, tells
that the waters about it are full of excellent fish. Fishing sloops
from England, France, and Belgium go to the south and west coasts
of this cold land each year. Nearly one-half the men who live on
the island come to help them get the rich harvest of the seas, as they
call it. These men travel many miles in the midst of winter, while
the storm howls and the pale sun scarcely drives away the dark-
ness.
From February to June they work hard at their nets and lines.
They sleep in damp and narrow huts, and eat very poor food, mostly the


heads of the codfish, which cannot be sold, and sour curds or skier."
The salmon of Iceland is put in cans and sold in the English
market. Do you ever think how many hardships the men who go
in ships on the sea have to endure, and that many of them lose their
lives and never come home to their families?
Once a fisherman used to go out in his little boat every morning
to catch fish, as a man goes to his business. His cottage was down
by the shore. His children could stand by the window and look out
on the blue water. They used to like to see the sun rise and make the
sea look like gold, or the moon come up, when there would be a sil-
ver road across the water.
Sometimes the sea tumbled and tossed, and the mother would be
afraid, and would pin a shawl up to the window so that her children
should not see the angry waves.
The kind-hearted fisherman knew his wife would be anxious lest
his little boat might be overturned sometime, and so he used to put
up a bright red sail. When the boats came in this could always
be seen, and the children would cry out, the red sail, the red sail !"
And then the mother knew that the father of her darlings was safe.







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