Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 What robin told
 Three little fishers
 The picnic
 A lesson in manners
 Tale of a pony
 The queen's ribbon
 Happy as a king
 Hilda's money-box
 Our secret
 A sad mishap
 The fairy with two voices
 What shall I catch you?
 Say please, Daisy
 Two little mice
 Bluebeard's bluebells
 The naughty dolly
 The hospitable hostess
 The proud lesson-book
 The little old woman who flew so...
 The invitation
 A new year's song
 Bunnies meat
 Toby's tale
 Where the fairies hide
 The chase
 The poor dolly
 On the sands
 "The dreadful secret of will-o...
 Little Flo's letter
 Such luck!
 The dog that told stories
 A clever feat
 A wonderful ride
 The cat did it
 What's that noise?
 Kitty's forgiveness
 The speckledy hen
 Our island
 The little child-angel
 Try again
 The twelve little princesses
 Fido and the swans
 The cruise of the clothes...
 Little lovers
 The little lone mermaid
 A bone of contention
 The north wind
 You mustn't
 Toby's dinner
 Dot and her darlings
 Swing, my baby
 Grandmamma's valentine
 Tramp, tramp
 Polite Polly
 The twin dollies
 Dear little buttercup
 Who's pump?
 Rudie and the fish
 The doll's party
 The nursery news
 The magic bucket
 Kitty's request
 Such a surprise!
 What shall we buy?
 The new pets
 The goat-carriage
 The fairy clock
 A picture of pussy
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Group Title: Happy days : bright and lively stories for young folks
Title: Happy days
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Title: Happy days bright and lively stories for young folks
Alternate Title: Happy days for boys and girls
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. (Boston, Mass.) ( Publisher )
S.J. Parkhill & Co ( Printer )
Publisher: DeWolfe, Fiske & Co.
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: S.J. Parkhill & Co.
Publication Date: [1893?]
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 -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
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Statement of Responsibility: by favorite authors ; profusely illustrated with colored plates and fine half tone engravings.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Front Matter
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Title Page
        Page 6
        Page 7
    What robin told
        Page 8
    Three little fishers
        Page 9
    The picnic
        Page 10
        Page 11
    A lesson in manners
        Page 12
    Tale of a pony
        Page 13
        Page 14
    The queen's ribbon
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Happy as a king
        Page 18
    Hilda's money-box
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Our secret
        Page 22
        Page 23
    A sad mishap
        Page 24
    The fairy with two voices
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    What shall I catch you?
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Say please, Daisy
        Page 31
    Two little mice
        Page 32
    Bluebeard's bluebells
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
    The naughty dolly
        Page 37
        Page 38
    The hospitable hostess
        Page 39
    The proud lesson-book
        Page 40
        Page 41
    The little old woman who flew so high
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    The invitation
        Page 46
    A new year's song
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Bunnies meat
        Page 49
    Toby's tale
        Page 50
    Where the fairies hide
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    The chase
        Page 56
    The poor dolly
        Page 57
    On the sands
        Page 58
    "The dreadful secret of will-o'-the-wisp"
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Little Flo's letter
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Such luck!
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    The dog that told stories
        Page 72
    A clever feat
        Page 73
        Page 74
    A wonderful ride
        Page 75
    The cat did it
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    What's that noise?
        Page 79
    Kitty's forgiveness
        Page 80
        Page 81
    The speckledy hen
        Page 82
    Our island
        Page 83
        Page 84
    The little child-angel
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Try again
        Page 88
    The twelve little princesses
        Page 89
        Page 90
    Fido and the swans
        Page 91
    The cruise of the clothes basket
        Page 92
        Page 93
    Little lovers
        Page 94
    The little lone mermaid
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    A bone of contention
        Page 100
    The north wind
        Page 101
        Page 102
    You mustn't
        Page 103
    Toby's dinner
        Page 104
    Dot and her darlings
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
    Swing, my baby
        Page 109
    Grandmamma's valentine
        Page 110
        Page 111
    Tramp, tramp
        Page 112
    Polite Polly
        Page 113
        Page 114
    The twin dollies
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
    Dear little buttercup
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Who's pump?
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
    Rudie and the fish
        Page 127
        Page 128
    The doll's party
        Page 129
    The nursery news
        Page 130
    The magic bucket
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
    Kitty's request
        Page 134
    Such a surprise!
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
    What shall we buy?
        Page 139
    The new pets
        Page 140
        Page 141
    The goat-carriage
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
    The fairy clock
        Page 146
    A picture of pussy
        Page 147
    Back Matter
        Page 148
    Back Cover
        Page 149
        Page 150
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H OW do the robins build their nest?
Robin Redbreast told me.
First a wisp of amber hay
In a pretty round they lay,
Then some shreds of downy floss,
Feathers, too, and bits of moss,
Woven with a sweet, sweet song,
This way, that way, and across;
That's what Robin told me.

Where do the robins hide their nests?
Robin Redbreast told me.
Up among the leaves so deep,
Where the sunbeams rarely creep;
Long before the leaves are gold,
Bright-eyed stars will peep, and see
Baby robins, one, two, three;
That's what Robin told me.


T HIS is the way we catch the fish, we catch the fish,
we catch the fish;
We know quite well how to catch the fish,
We three of a sunny morning.

This is the way we cast the line, we cast the line,
we cast the line:
A stick and a pin and a piece of twine,
We've each got a line this morning.

And when we've caught 'em, we cook the fish, we cook the fish,
we cook the fish;
We cook all the fish in a china dish;
But we haven't a dish this morning.

We don't catch as many as we could wish,
But we think it's all the fault of the fish;
Or it may be for want of a proper dish;
But we haven't caught any this morning.


" T'S too horrible!" exclaimed Tip, the Pomeranian dog, indignantly.
I Shows such a want of taste and feeling," said his friend Budge,
the other pet dog of the family. The wretched thing came, too,
with a saucepan tied to his tail."
"And he now has a ribbon round his neck, and is coming to have
tea with us in the wood this afternoon," continued Tip, with a growl.
The fact of the matter was, that the two dogs, Tip and Budge, were
exceedingly cross, because another dog had been taken into the household;
and it had come about in this way: Little Maggie, a day or two before,
while out bowling her hoop, had met a poor half-starved doggie, with a tin
saucepan tied to his tail; he looked so hungry and miserable that she car-
ried him home, after taking the saucepan off his tail, so that he could wag
it with pleasure, and begged her Father to let her keep him, and Papa
having said Yes," she and her brother Bob gave the new doggie a supper
and a bath, and combed his hair, tied a ribbon round his neck, called him
Rover, and made him quite handsome and respectable-looking; and, as he
was a very well-behaved little dog, he was to go and have tea with the
children in the wood. Now all this disgusted Tip and Budge, so much
that they would not speak to Rover, and would have liked to have bitten


him, only they dared not; for if they had, they most likely would have been
Well, it was a delightful little picnic, although Tip and Budge were
so disagreeable. There were strawberries and cream, cake and biscuits,
and plenty of nice new milk. And it was such a warm, lovely, sleepy sort
of day, with the birds singing in the trees, and the bees humming in the
leaves, that after tea Maggie fell fast asleep; while Bobbie toddled off alone
after the pretty butterflies that he could never catch.
Such a lazy, dreamy sort of a day, that Nurse fell asleep in the nursery,
and it was quite late before she went to the wood to fetch the children home;
and when she did so she could only find Maggie, still asleep; Bobbie was
nowhere to be found. No, although she hunted here, there, and every-
where; and when she and Maggie called "Bobbie! Bobbie!" only the birds
replied to them, singing in the trees, and the bees humming in the leaves.
Then, oh, dear! there was such a hurry and a scurry. Papa and Mamma,
and Janet, the cook, all came to hunt for Bobbie; and they hunted high, and
they hunted low, but still Bobbie was not to be found; and it was so late
that the birds went home to roost, and the bees flew back to their hives.
But presently they heard a barking in the distance, and then they dis-
covered, for the first time, that Rover was missing too; so they all went in
the direction of the sound, until they came to the further end of the wood,
and there was Rover, seated beside a big hollow tree, barking with all his
might; and inside the hollow tree there lay, cuddled up asleep, little
Master Bobbie. His Father picked him up, and carried him home, when
he was put to bed, and he didn't know till next morning how anxious he
had made everybody. If it had not been for faithful Rover, Bobbie, very
likely, would have had to sleep in the hollow tree all night.
Tip and Budge felt rather ashamed of themselves for having been
cross to the new doggie, and from that day forth did everything they could
to please him; and, taking them all round, there isn't a happier family of
children and dogs in the whole world than Maggie and Bobbie, Tip,
Budge, and Rover.
Edric Vredenburg.


" OOD-MORNING, Hen," said Mary;
"G 'Good-morning, Hen," said she.
Why don't you say Good-morning,-
Good-morning, miss,' to me?"

"How d' you do?" said Mary;
How d' you do?" said she.
When I say 'How d' you do?' to you,
Say, 'How d' you do?' to me."

"You 'want an apple,' do you?
Well, I don't wish to tease;
But 'want' is not good manners;
You should say, If ou please.'"

"I think 'Cluck, cluck' w-as what you said;
,.\ You don't call /that polite.
'Cluck, cluck,' is not the thing to say,
But. 'Thank you. miss.' is right."

"Good-nmorning, Hl-en," said Mary;
Good-morning, you may go;
\Vhy don't ou say 'Good-morning,-
Good-mornin:., miss,' \you know? "



HAVE a little pony,
His name is Grenadier;
I got him on my birthday--
I'm six years old this year.
/ I do not think my pony
Is quite as old as I;
But then he is much longer,
And he is just as high.

-- /. I give my pony apples,
/ He likes them more than hay;
p I give him lumps of sugar,
/ And biscuits every day.
I like to feed and pet him.
-----.- He loves me so, you see;
And if I were the pony,
--.- He'd do as much for me.

HE sun was shining softly,
The day was calm and cool,
When forty-five frog-scholars met
Down by a shady pool--
Poor little frogs, like little folk,
Are always sent to school.

Their lessons seemed the strangest things -
They learnt that grapes were sour;
They learnt that four-and-twenty days
Exactly made an hour;
That bricks were made of houses,
And corn was made of flour.

As soon as school was over,
The master said, "No noise!
Now go and play at leap-frog"
(The game a frog enjoys),
And mind that you behave yourselves,
And don't throw stones at boys["




T s HERE was great
excitement at the
e1 Castle, for the
,-Qeen's Grace was com-
Sd ing to hunt, and every-
"o body was preparing for
Sthe event. All the deer
Sin the park were to be
started from their quiet
Shaunts and driven by the
Spot where the Queen and
her ladies and gentlemen
would be stationed, so
that they could shoot at
them as they fled past.
Poor little Lady Dorothy, the Earl's daughter, was in great grief.
Not only did she love all the beautiful dapple-coated creatures, and hated
that they should be slain, but there was one pet doe of which she was
especially fond. It was so tame that it would come to her in the wood-
land dells at her call, and feed out of her hand, and let her pet and caress
it at her will. But now, how was she to save her pet from a cruel fate!
Poor little Dorothy wept bitterly as she thought of it.
Presently the guests arrived, the Queen, riding amid her ladies, all
glittering in silk and jewels, and there was a grand banquet, and after it, as
the QO1een sat in her chair of state on the raised dais, the Earl bade his little
daughter come and dance with her Cousin Hugo, before the Queen. And
Dorothy danced so prettily, that the Queen called her to come to her, and


bent down to kiss her, but in so doing, she saw that Dorothy's eyes were
wet with tears.
Why, little maiden," she said, kindly, what is the matter? Hath
ought grieved thee?"
Now this made poor Dorothy's tears fall fast indeed; but all she
could sob out was, My dear, dear little doe! "
"Your doe?" exclaimed the Queen. "What doth the child
mean? "
"Please, your Grace," said Hugo, who was a fearless little fellow,
and loved his cousin very much, she hath a pet doe among the deer in the
Park, and she fears it will be slain to-morrow in the great hunt."
Then the Queen laughed; and, taking from her neck a rich and
beautiful ribbon of green and white silk, she gave it to Dorothy.
"See here," she said, "think you, you can find your pet in the
morn? "
Oh, yes," said Dorothy. "She comes to the oak glade nearly
always for me to feed her."
"Well, then," went on the Queen, "then bind this ribbon firmly
about her neck, and you, my Lord,"-and here the Queen turned to the
Earl, who stood behind her chair, "must order that the trumpeters give
warning to all in the hunt, that whoever shall hurt or harm the doe bearing
my ribbon shall fall under my severest displeasure! "
Very, very early, the next morning, did Dorothy and Hugo steal out,
down to the oak glade, and there they found the gentle creature waiting for
her little mistress. And they bound the ribbon, safe and sure, aroutrd the
doe's neck; and in all the hunt that day, though many a gallant hart and
hind were slain, not one dare injure the Queen's doe, as they called it.
On the morrow the Queen departed to go further on the great prog-
ress she was making throughout her kingdom, and as she bade farewell to
her host and hostess, she turned to little Lady Dorothy, and said:
"Will you come to my Court, little maiden, and serve me?"
That will I, right joyfully, Madam? cried Dorothy, who was full
of gratitude.
Then you must pray the Earl, your father, to bring you, when you
are old enough!" replied the Queen, and meanwhile ask me what you


"Then, please, your Majesty," said Dorothy, eagerly, when I come
to Court, may Hugo come too ? "
"What! always for others? said the Queen, smiling. "Well, be it
so; IHugo shall come and be my page."
So when Dorothy was old enough, the Earl took her to Court, and
the Queen made her one of her Maids of Honor, and none were fairer than
she. And, by and by, she married her Cousin Hugo, and the Queen
granted them, for their coat-of-arms, a doe bearing a ribbon around her
neck, and for a motto, Always for others."
M. A. Hoyer.



S happy as a king is Roy,
When on his Mother's knee
he sits; :
Far better than a book or toy,
Or even than his cat or kits.

He loves that quiet resting-place;
He loves to feel her gentle kiss;
He loves to gaze into her face,
And feel how sweet a mother is.

She sings him songs, or tells him tales
Of "when she was a girl," you know;
And with delight that never fails,
Roy hears her talk of long ago."

Some day," says Roy, "when I'm a man,
Dear Mother, I'll take care of you;
And every single thing I can,
To please you, I will always do."
Helen Marion Burnside.




d AY I open my money-box,
V Mother?" said Hilda; "I want
... to see how much there is in it."
SOh! yes," answered Mother.
So Hilda got it out of the cupboard,
and opened it, and out poured all the money.
"Oh, what a lot! exclaimed Hilda; and, indeed, there did seem a
quantity of coins. So many bright new pennies and halfpennies, and so
many dull old ones, and the half-crown Uncle Ned had given her on her
birthday, and three threepenny bits, and a sixpence Grannie had paid her
for working her a nice new kettle-holder.
Hilda spread all the money out on the table and looked at it.
"There will be more than I shall want for the Pets, I am sure," she
said. What shall I do with the rest? "
"But how many pets are there now?" inquired Mother; "and what
do they cost you?"
"Well, first," said Hilda, "there are my dear doves. There are
seven of them, the darlings; but they really have very large appetites. I
must buy them lbod. And then there is my hen, Xantippe -she is sitting
on nine .._-, so I suppose there will be nine chickens, and I expect they
will be tremendously hungry."
Why do you call her Xantippe ? "
asked Mother, laughing. I
"Oh! Mother, didn't I tell you?" I'
replied Hilda. It is because she is always
clucking and squawking in such a scolding
voice, and the week you gave her to me I
read in my history at school about a poor
man called Socrates; he was very wise, and
used to ask people dreadful puzzling ques- '..'.
tions; but he had such a cross wife, who -
was always scolding him and talking at


him. So I thought my hen was rather like her, and I gave her the name,
and she knows it quite well, and seems to like it. Well, there will be corn
to buy for her, and then there are Topsie and Flopsie."
The kittens! exclaimed Mother. Surely,
they don't cost you anything."
Oh! yes, they do," said Hilda, nodding. "At
least not Topsie, but Flopsie does. Martha was going
to drown Flopsie, and I thought it so sad for Topsie to
be all alone, with no one to play with,- just like me,
without any brothers or sisters,- and I begged her to
spare Flopsie's life. But Martha said she couldn't keep
such a lot of cats, they would drink so much milk. Then I promised I
would pay her a penny a week for Flopsie, and I owe her six weeks. But
still I shall have a lot of money left. "
I am going to walk over to the town this afternoon," said Mother,
"to do some shopping, and you can go with me. And if you like you shall
buy some wool and some pins, and I will teach you how to knit a pair of
baby's shoes! "
But what is the use of knitting baby's shoes, when we haven't got a
baby?" asked Hilda, in a disconsolate voice.
"One never knows," said Mother. "The angels might bring us a
baby, or if they didn't bring it to us they may take one to somebody else,
and you could give it your shoes."
So I could! cried Hilda. Oh, yes, Mother, thank you. 1 would
like to do that very much."
So Hilda went with her Mother to the shop, and bought some pretty
white and pink wool, and a pair of shining knitting-pins, and Mother taught
her how to make the baby's shoes. It was rather difficult at first, but she
was a patient little girl, and took pains, and at last the shoes were finished.
"They look rather limp," thought Hilda, as she gazed at them, stand-
ing side by side on the table. Oh! I wish a dear little baby would come
and put them on! "
And, strange to say, that very night the angels came silently flying
down with a soft little bundle in their arms, and the next time Hilda' saw
her shoes, they were limp no longer, for inside each was a dear, fat little
baby's foot, and best of all, the baby itself was the darling little sister she
had so greatly longed for. M. A. Hoyer.


M ANNERS, manners! one at a time!
And all the rest of you wait;
I can't let all of you drink at once,
Or you would upset the plate.

I was always taught to wait my turn,
When I was little, like you;
I had to learn many difficult things;
And you'll have too learn them too.

So don't be tiresome and make a fuss,
You'll all of you get your turn;
And waiting is one of the hardest things
A puppy-dog has to learn.



E'VE a secret or two,
But we'll tell it to you-
You must never tell it again.
We found it to-day,
When we went to play
In the little wood by the lane.

They cheeped and cried
When we looked inside,
And each opened a gaping beak;
And we'd lots to say,
If we'd known the way
That little bird-babies speak.

We offered them bread,
But each shook its head -
They knew that the food was wrong;
But they weren't afraid,
Although we stayed
And talked to them ever so long.

When the mother-bird comes, Till they fly away,
She won't give them crumbs, We'll go every day
But an ant, or beetle, or fly. And peep at the mossy nest;
They're sad all alone; And I'm sure they won't mind,
When our mother is gone, And we'll always be kind
We are lonely -and sometimes cry! To your babies, dear Specklebreast.

It's a beautiful nest :
Mother Specklebreast
Has five little birdies inside;
Such baby things,.
With tiny wings,
And yellow beaks, open wide!

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" T'S very kind to leave behind
I For me that cosey shelter.
In growing old, I've got a cold,
And, oh the rain does pelt a

Fellow so," croak'd father Frog.
"How sore my throat is getting;
It must have been that fog, I ween,
That gave me such a wetting."

Then, just as he slept cosily,
A sad mishap befell: a
Boy came by, and shouted, "Hi!
Here's Mother's lost umbrella!"


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T WO very tiny children
came with their parents
to live in a cottage
which stood in a sort of glen
up among the hills. It was
a very pretty place, though
,. rather lonely; but this the
children did not mind. Their
SFather was out at work all
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Sday, and their Mother had
much to do at home; where,
S besides all the housework and
-_ the cooking, and the looking
S after the cow and the pig, and
the cocks and hens, she had
t -'' /" the baby to mind. For the
baby was still tinier than its
brother and sister. It could
not yet talk or walk, or d: anything but lie smiling; and sometimes, I dare-
say, crying a little in its cradle, or in its Mother's arms.
So the two elder children had to play about a good deal by them-
selves. There was no help for it, for their Mother knew it would not be
good for them to keep them all day beside her in the small rooms of the
cottage, nor even quite close at hand. They needed to run about, to climb
and scramble, and tumble and play, like all little animals, in order that they
should grow strong and active, and sturdy.
But sometimes she could not help feeling a little anxious, for they
were only very tiny, and till now they had lived in a town, and there had
been no question of their playing about, out of sight.
You'll be very good, dears; don't stray away from each other, and
don't get to quarrelling. Quarrelling always leads to mischief," she would
often say, as she tied their hats on, and fastened their little jackets.

_ I ~ __


And, Yes, Mother, we'll be good," the small pair would reply.
And for some time when they came home again their talk would be
all of the birds they had heard singing, or the flowers they had plucked, of
how the little brook went chattering over the stones, and a squirrel darted
up a tree, just as they had caught sight of his fine bushy tail.
But after a while their Mother heard them talking in a way she could
not understand; sometimes it was what they said to her, more often
snatches of talk between themselves which she overheard. And at last she
grew uneasy, and said to her husband she trusted there was nothing
uncanny up there in the woods where Dirk and Molly were so fond of
Why should you think so? he asked.
From their talk," she replied. They say such strange things about
some one they see, or at least talk with, up there. To-day they came run-
ning home all beaming with smiles. We've been good,' they said; 'so good
and happy. So good and so happy, she said so.' But two days ago they
looked sad, and their eyes were tearful, and I heard them at night crying by
themselves, and Dirk said to Molly, I won't shout naughty at you any more,
and then she won't say I'm naughty, will she, sister ?' "
Well, well," said the Father, "whoever it is, it's no one who teaches
them any harm, seemingly. It may be just their ov-n fancies. Can't you ask
them who it is?."
I have asked them," said the Mother. But they only seemed
puzzled. She lives up there,' is all they can say, and she has two voices
- one for good Dirk and good Molly, and one for naughty Dirk and naughty
Molly.' And when they said naughty,' they seemed like to cry. I was afraid
of upsetting them, and I thought I'd wait and ask you what you thought."
We must see," said the Father. It is not always well to meddle
too closely with children's fancies; we must see."
For he was a wise man, and he had not yet forgotten his own child-
But the next day the children looked so downcast and sad when they
came home that their Mother could not but ask them what was wrong.
Bursting into tears, they threw themselves into her arms.
"Oh! Mother, dear," they cried, "we have been so naughty; and
she she won't love us any more she said so! "


"Who is 'she'? dears. Whom are you speaking of? Is it some
one who lives near us?"
The children looked at each another, and then glanced round.
Don't tell, Mammy," they whispered; it's a secret. We asked her
if it was, and she called back to us, 'A secret! She's a Fairy, Mother, like
the fairies in the woods you've told us pretty stories of." We asked her
that too, 'Are you a Fairy?' and she called back, 'A Fairy!' said Dirk.
And she has two voices, a good and a naughty one, for when we
are good and naughty," added Molly. "But to-day she said naughty,' and
she called, 'I don't love you! '" and again Molly's tears burst forth.
A light dawned upon their Mother.
Mayn't I talk to the Fairy too ?" she said. I don't think she'd be
angry. Let us go and see. "
And soon they were all climbing up the glen, baby, too,- of course,
baby could not be left alone at home,- till they came near to where the
Fairy lived.
Ask her, Dirk," said Mother, softly,-" ask her if Mother may
come too!" Dirk ran on a few steps, and his clear, childish voice rang
out shrilly:
Fairy, may Mother come too ? "
Mother come too," came the answer, in softer tones.
Dirk ran back overjoyed.
Yes, yes! he cried. The Fairy says Mother may come too."
He dragged his Mother by the skirt. She was quick and ready, and
she saw that the children's pretty Fairy might be turned to good account.
Fairy, kind Fairy," she said, Dirk and Molly were naughty this
Naughty this morning," agreed the voice.
But they are sorry now."
Sorry now."
Will you forgive them? "
"Forgive them," replied the sweet tones.
They will not quarrel any more, but will love each other well."
Love each other well."
"You will love them, if they are good?"
Love them, if they are good."


Mother looked at the children. Their eyes were sparkling.
How nice the Fairy speaks to Mother," they said. She says so'
many words."
And all in her pretty voice," added Molly.
Then Mother turned to go home again, for baby must be put to)
"I will leave you here to play, dears," she said. "The Fairy will
always answer you in her kind voice, unless she hears you speaking un-
kindly and roughly to each other."
"We won't, we won't, dear Mother," they said. Thank you, for
asking her to forgive us."
And I think it was very seldom, if ever again, that Fairy Echo spoke
to the children, other than softly and lovingly.
Louisa Molesworth.




"X HAT shall I catch you,
Kind sir, or sweet madam?
Would you buy sword-fish,
Or pike, if I had 'em?

"What shall I catch you -
A dog-fish or cat-fish,
A shark or a mermaid,
A round fish or flat fish?"

"What shall you catch me?
Well, sword-fish might fight me;
Your shark or your. pike, lad,
I'm fearful, would bite me.

" I'd rather you'd catch me
A sea-urchin bonnie,
As merry, as brown, as
Your sweet self, my sonnie!"

.' '

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COME, Daisy dear, say, If you
Come, ask me nicely, do!
You ought to be polite to
When they're polite to you.

I ran into our meadow, dear,
Directly school was done,
And picked these pretty flowers
for you;
Yes, Daisy, every one!

You can't say please," poor
Well, never mind, don't try;
Here, take the pretty buttercups,
And thank me by and by.


HERE have you been,
Little Christine?
Picking a posy
In meadows green?
Run away home,
Don't stay and roam,
Mother is waiting, little Christine!

Little you ween
What April days mean;
Ask your dear mother,
My little Christine.
She has April showers,
Many long, lonely hours,
But you are her sunshine,
My little Christine.

Quick! ere the rain
Wet you again,
Quick o'er the bridge
And up through the lane.
Mother will fret
If'you get wet;
Run along, run along,
Up through the lane!




HERE were two little mice, -two gray little mice
(Not those of the nursery clock),
Who, once on a time, if there's truth in a rhyme,
Did "diccory, diccory, dock."
These were quite other mice,-one foolish, one wise;
Ay, one, dear, was wiser by far
Than the other, who went--on marauding bent--
Round the rim of a blue china jar.
For he sat on a shelf by his own little self,
And squeaked, "Little brother, it's plain -
There-just as I said, gone-heels over head
He will ne'er go a-hunting again."

L-p .' IR ,

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T was a strange .thing, but the very flowers we wanted
i most for Mamma's birthday were the bluebells which
grew in Bluebeard's" wood! His real name was
., Hungerford; but we always called him Bluebeard,"
not that he had murdered any wives, that we knew
of; in fact, we did not know anything about him, ex-
cept that he lived in an enormous red house, quite
away from the village, and was very severe about let-
ting people into his woods.
It was last Spring, when Mamma was so ill, that
we were staying in this little village, which was so tiny, that it only had
one crooked street in it, and the only shop-that could be called a shop
-was the butcher's. The real shops were a long way off, and we had to
go by train to them, so that it was impossible to get Mamma a birthday
present without letting her know it.
We can only give her flowers, I said to Gerald and Daisy. I
do wish we could make friends with that keeper, and ask him to let us into
the wood! "
"But, Molly, we can get lilat--" said Daisy, who cannot speak
plainly yet.
Lilac! Yes, I know; but we have brought Mamma lilac twice from
the farm; there is nothing special in that. "
Let's try again, in old 'Bluebeard's wood," cried Gerald; perhaps
the poacher won't turn us away this time. "
Gerald would call the man a poacher; but he was, I am sure, some
kind of keeper, to prevent people breaking the trees in the plantations.
Mamma, at any rate, thinks so.
No, Gerald," I said. "If we were to get into that fenced-in part,
we should be stealing. "
Pooh! answered he. "Just a girl's excuse, when she's afraid! "
On the birthday morning, just as we sat down to breakfast in the


nursery, Daisy came running in, quite excitedly, with the news that Mr.
Hungerford was ill. Nurse had heard it.
What old 'Bluebeard ?" said Gerald.
"Yes, replied Daisy, nodding her head, mischievously.
All right! Now we can get his bluebells, without being found out."
And Gerald looked at me in a daring way, because he knew that I thought
it wrong; and Daisy thought so too, only she was not brave enough to say
so to Gerald.
We made haste over breakfast, and stole out of the house, so that
Mamma should not hear us, -taking our two little dogs, Mona" and
"Leo," with us; but leaving old Nero at home in his kennel, because we
thought the keeper would be more cross with a big dog than with little
ones, if he should meet us, and reached the wood without meeting any one,
except some very timid country children.
Come along, Molly!" cried Gerald to me, beginning to scramble
over the fence. What are you afraid of ?"
"Nothing; but Daisy and I are going to try and find the keeper.
He will be kind, if we tell him it is Mamma's birthday. "
I shan't wait! returned Gerald.
Well, take care that a big policeman does not come and carry you
off, Gerald, for you're trespassing."
Just at that moment a young man, with a very laughing face, passed
Hulloa, youngsters! what
.- a re you doing here ?" he said,
stopping suddenly.
Daisy fell behind me, she is
such a timid little mite, and Gerald
turned very pale, and jumped off
S the fence. I was very much afraid;
: but I answered him directly.
: U'' TV We want some of cross
.. : old Mr. Hungerford's bluebells,
S just a few for Mamma's birthday,
to surprise her. We are waiting
to see the keeper, to ask him to allow us-"


Oh, cross old Mr. Hungerford, eh? Doesn't he like you in his
woods? "
"No," I said; "he's a very strict old man about children."
He burst out laughing.
"We call him 'Bluebeard,'" said
Gerald, boldly, now that the danger seemed
So, ho! is that what you call him?
You had better not let him hear you; here
is the keeper, look! "
The man whom Gerald called the
poacher came across the road, touching
his cap to our new companion. '3,4
"Steele, these children wish to gather
wild flowers in these woods," he said.
"There is no objection, I suppose?" The
ferocious-looking man eyed us all, sternly. .
"Well, no, sir; and them little dogs
they've got, too ? "
Certainly, the little dogs they can
do no harm." The man touched his cap
again, and went away.
Oh, thank you, for asking! I said.
"Come along, children! I will show you where the bluest grow."
"There are no shops in the village, although we had thought of
three presents for Mamma," said Gerald, as we walked along.
"And what were they?" inquired our new friend.
A penknife, a key-ring, or a diary-book," answered Gerald. But
Mamma is much better for the change of air; we've been here two months."
Indeed!" said the stranger, and then he pointed to a bank in the
distance which was quite blue with flowers.
"I hope Mr. Hungerford won't be angry with the keeper for letting
us in," I said. "Do you think he will? He's such a cross old man."
"Oh, no," he's not such a griffin as all that; well, good-by, chil-
dren," he answered, and, waving his hand, he disappeared.
We had gathered an enormous bunch of bluebells, and were return-


ing home, when we met Nurse coming to fetch us, so we ran to show her
our flowers, with triumph.
"My! that is a fine bunch! she exclaimed.
We found Mamma waiting for us with eagerness.
(Children," she said, there is some mystery; look at this!" and she
held up an immense bouquet of the loveliest hot-house flowers you can
There was a card with it, on which was written:

"'Fromi Bluebeard."

"I know!" cried Gerald, that was Bluebeard himself who took us
in the wood for the flowers."
Bluebeard- and we never knew it Yes, now that I come to think,
it must have been he.
So we told Mamma all about our exciting adventure over her birth-
day breakfast, and although she was so delighted with "Bluebeard's"
bouquet, she seemed to care for ours the most.
S. Emily Bennett.



N 1 OW, Dolly, sit still,
if you please,
You've done enough
harm for to-day;
And it's no use your pout-
ing, my dear,
And saying it all was
in play.

You upset the ink-yes-you did;
You tore your new frock, and you said,
"Don't care,"- when I said I'd a mind
To whip you and put you to bed.

You wore your best shoes in the mud,
And stole the jam tarts, I suppose;
That, that's why your hand has come off
And why you will turn in your toes.

Your hair is as rough as can be,
Your pinafore's fastened with twine;
I'm sure there was never before
So naughty a Dolly as mine.


If you really woon't do as I wish,
I fear yes I very much fear
I must get a new doll from the shop,
And let The Boys have you, my dear.

No, no-I don't mean it-don't scream
The Boys shall not have you, my pet;
Don't cry any more, there's a dear!
I'll try to forgive and forget.

I'll wash you, and then you shall wear
A gown that will cover your feet;
Let your hands hang behind you, and th cn
You will look quite genteel and conmpik'-tc.

And I'll make you a beau-
tiful swing,
With the help of the :
back of a chair;
And I'll never let any one t.
IIow exceedingly naugli- .i
ty you were.


ES, certainly, Tim I'm delighted;
SWhatever there is you may share;
There's not very much, as it happens,
But I heartily wish that there were!

Oh! Tabbykins, don't be so horrid,
You greedy, unsociable cat!
Now, don't arch up your back so crossly;
You look very ugly, like that.

If you can't behave nicely, my kitten,
You'll have to be sent up to bed;
It's shameful of you to be angry
That .a poor fellow-creature is fed.

Don't mind her, dear Tim, I implore you!
She's not at all what I could wish;
Come, begin What? Oh, dear me, I am sorry
There's nothing to eat in the dish !


OME, come, sleepy head, wake up!'
cried the Lesson-book to the old
T l {Rag-doll. Gracious me, how you
empty heads sleep, to be sure. Wake up! I
want to teach somebody; I know everything! "
So the Rag-doll raised her poor old
S' body, and sat up as well as she could, consid-
S- I ering how battered and bruised she was from
.. --Baby's usage.
u..'."1__-V- 'Well, dear, what is it ?" she said,
thinking Baby was calling her.
"Do not address me so familiarly, Madam. Recollect I am a Lesson-
book, and accustomed to be treated with respect. What is the capital of
Turkey? "
Now, the Rag-doll knew nothing whatever of lessons, but she did
know how to be kind and obliging; so she puckered up her poor old fore-
head, and thought and thought.
"Turkey- is it Plum-pudding? she asked, hesitatingly.
Plum-pudding! that's just like you nursery folks, always thinking
of eating and drinking. Perhaps you know who was the first King of Eng-
land? "
King Cole, of course," cried the Rag-doll, quite sure she was right
this time.
"No, ma'am; wrong! wrong!! wrong!!!"
The Rag-doll was completely bewildered; she was far too polite to
contradict the Lesson-book, who knew everything; besides, he was frowning
and rustling his leaves at her in the most alarming manner.
Come, come, sir," cried Nursery Rhymes, stepping out of the toy-
cupboard, suppose we ask you a few questions! Who killed Cock-
Robin? "
Never heard of such a person," said the Lesson-book, pertly.
"Why, the Sparrow," said the Rag-doll.


And who rode to Banbury ? "
SI'm sure I don't know 'Who rode to Banbury?'" repeated the Les-
son-book, as if that would help him.
"f Oh, I know that too," whispered the Rag-doll.
"Come, sir," went on Nursery Rhymes, "Who rode to Banbury?
Who was Red Riding-Hood? And how many Blackbirds did they put in
the pie?"
Say four-and-twenty," whispered the Rag-doll, who was quite dis-
tressed to see how stupid and foolish the Lesson-book looked.
Ah, I see you don't know everything, after all; you don't even know
your A, B, C, not half as well as the Rag-doll; you're a bit too proud of
your learning, Mr. Lesson-book."
L. Haskell.


UGUST'S a sweet little child of eight;
Her hair is golden, I beg to state.
You may see her on any sunny morn
Hiding amidst the golden corn;

With cheeks of rosy hue so
Just like the poppies that grow '
in the wheat;
Her eyes of the deepest corn-
flower blue, -
I'm quite in love with the ,
dear-aren't you?
Robert Ellice Mack. '

.5 C~qc/


N a very lovely country there once lived a little Princess who found fault
with everybody, and wanted to set everything to rights. She bustled
and fidgeted about until things were altered to her liking, and, as she
had very sharp eyes and persisted in wearing strong spectacles beside, she
was a great trial to her royal parents, and indeed to all the court. She
would declare that the King's crown and sceptre were insufficiently polished,
and would insist on scrubbing them herself with some wonderful new patent
plate-powder, which did not tend to improve their lustre, and usually
loosened the jewels. She stopped half the clocks in the palace by looking
too energetically after their works. So old-fashioned was she in her ways
and her dress that the pages used to call her The Little Old Woman,"
and would mimic her walk and her manners when the King and Queen
were not looking.
One evening, after Princess Perniquita had retired to her bedroom
and dismissed her maids, she sat down by the open window to think over
all the things that would require her attention on the morrow.
Below lay the palace rose-garden with its steps and terraces of white

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marble shining in the moonlight; and the night air was full of the scent of
the blossoms.
"...* '. s The full moon hung like a
.. silver lamp in the dark blue sky, and
Perniquita looked up at it wondering
how far off it was and how it was kept
: "Dear, dear me!" she said.
S-i "'Vhat careless people they must be
.' who have charge of the moon! Cob-
-". webs all over it! If only I could get
S- at it!"
Just then she felt something soft
and furry rubbing against her cheek.
It was the cat, Alexander, who was
trying to attract her attention.
Now Alexander was by no
means an ordinary cat. He was of
ancient descent and great intelligence;
and had belonged, moreover, to the
Queen's Fairy Godmother.
I will tell you how to get at
it, Princess," he said; "that is, if you
are quite sure it is dusty, and really
want to clean it."
"Sure, of course I am sure;
and I want to," replied Perniquita,
"Very well, your Highness,"
said Alexander; "if you will gra-
ciously condescend to pluck out three
white hairs from the extreme tip of
my tail, and then step into the linen-
basket, we will begin at once. Only remember that the charm is rather a
strong one, and I should not be surprised, indeed, if you went up eighteen
or nineteen tirrn s as high as the moon at first."


"Dear me!" said the Princess, looking slightly alarmed.
"Oh, never mind," said Alexander, waving his paw reassuringly;
"drop one of the white hairs when you want to be brought down lower-
only remember that the last one is to bring you home again, and be careful
not to lose it."
So Perniquita got a small broom, and thenhelped Alexander to place
the clothes-basket outside the window on the sill. Then she scrambled into
it, grasping tightly the three white hairs and closing her eyes, while
Alexander repeated in a low voice some words which sounded like
"Crambambuli, Crambambulo."
And then she felt herself going up like a shooting star reversed, so
quickly that it almost took her breath away; and when she stopped the moon
lay right down below her, glimmering like a little white pearl in deep water.
So she dropped one of the white hairs, and the basket began to sink
again. When it stopped she was still a long way above the moon, so she
dropped another; and when the basket stopped once more, she was very
much annoyed, for instead of a great silver lamp with cobwebs all over it,
she found that the moon was a large round place with high mountains upon
it. It was these she had taken for cobwebs.
She could have cried out of sheer vexation. As she looked still
mose closely she saw a man in a leather suit, with a bill-hook in his hand
and a bundle of sticks on his shoulders, standing on the topmost peak of the
tallest hill.
"What do you want here? he shouted at length. "Go home; go
back again. I don't want you, I won't have you here! Who are you, any
way? "
"I- I I am the Princess Perniquita," she stammered, taken aback
for the first time in her life. And I only came up to see if I couldn't do a
little cleaning." But this seemed only to infuriate the Man in the Moon.
His face became the color of burnished copper. I won't permit
it!" he cried. Go, Princess Pryeverywhere, or whatever your name is, go
home. Cleaning, indeed! Meddling and interfering! So saying he de-
scended the mountain on the other side, and was soon lost to sight.
The poor little Princess, now feeling thoroughly abashed, 'dropped
the last hair, and in less than a moment found herself, basket and all, on the
window-sill of her own room, with Alexander beside her. She looked at


him reproachfully, but said nothing; neither did he; but he closed his great
yellow eyes until they looked like mere narrow slits in his face, and began
to purr.
And so it was that Princess Perniquita was cured, once and for all,
of her meddlesome and irritating ways, and every one came to like her very
much indeed.
She told her parents of her curious adventure, and there was a pop-
ular song written about it, which exists to this day, and runs as follows:

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Nineteen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going to, I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
"0 whither, 0 whither, 0 whither so high?"
To brush the cobwebs off the sky! "
Shall I go up with thee?" Aye, by and by."

G. R. Tomson.


S ": '. OME down, you pretty puss, come
C down!
Why do you wave your tail and
groan ?
We only want a word or two,
Dear, pretty, charming cat, with you."

No, thank you, doggies, go away!
I shan't come down at all to-day;
I know what dreadful things you do
To cats who come and talk to you.

< My sister's husband's cousin's
Was saved from you by the
She told me, and I'm sure it's
I'd better keep away from ..
you." .7......

-"' ,4 NLZ'/


SUMMER gone, Winter comes,-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are,
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?

o ^"

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AID Bunny Jack to Bunny Jill,
"Are those things good to eat?"
Said Bunny Jill, "They'll make us ill;
They're not like Bunnies' meat."

A Squirrel, peering from the bir.-klt.,
Behind these Bunnies t-.\-.
Laughed "Ha-ha-ha! Ih:i \'i-.- .._u aI !
I'll taste the meat tfr vl0 ,."

Said Bunny Jack and Burinn., Jill.
"You really are too-, wvcct:
But if you would just bc :o i-', d
As just to taste the mic.t."

"Delighted, friends, I'm -rie
no, thanks "-
Quoth Squg, in honIl.d ,
Then closed an eye,
that Squirrel
And nibbled up .
the cones!



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WAS a gay fox-terrier dog,
And hunted every day;
I hunted every living thing
That chanced to run my way.

Until one day to the seaside
The children made me go;
It is a salt and sandy place,
Where dreadful creatures grow.

It was a creepy-crawly thing
That sideways hurried past;
I thought it was a thing to hunt,
Because it went so fast.

I sniffed it as it hurried by,
I touched it with my toes;
And, quick as thought, it raised a claw,
And held me by the nose.

The children parted nose and crab;
That parting, who can paint?
They carried me the two miles home,
Because I was so faint.

Since then I am an altered dog,
I sit at home and sigh;
I dare not even hunt a snail,
So coward a thing am I!

^ .t tS.^r.






JOCK was very happy that day. Claire, his little cousin, had come to
spend it with him, and, after dinner, they ran down to the wood,
which skirted the bottom of the home-field.
Such a pretty wood it was, with the smooth, gray stems of the
beech-trees rising up out of the moss and fern, and spreading their boughs
overhead like a roof; but there was one tree in particular that Jock loved
Look here, Claire," he cried, this tree is hollow; just peep
in !"
And Claire peeped in; but could not see very much.
"Uncle Tom says," whispered Jock, "that the fairies hide in that,
and that sometimes he can see them. And more than that, he says he
can hear them, and that they tell him the stories he tells us; and he can tell
jolly stories."
I can hear," said Claire, slowly, sort of humming, and a whis-
pering-but I can't hear any words."
No; no more can I," said Jock. Uncle says it is because
I haven't cut my wisdom teeth ; but I shan't do that till I'm a big
Oh, do tell me one of his stories said Claire, suddenly. Let
us sit down here on this lovely moss, and you tell it me."
"I don't know if I can," answered Jock; "but I'll try. I'll
tell you the one he told us last week, about The Ungrateful
Prince : "
Once upon a time, there was a King, and he had two children,
-Prince Kraft and Princess Licbchen. But the King was dying, and
he called the children to his bedside, and bade them be good and
love one another, and be obedient to his brother, their Uncle, who
would rule over the kingdom till they were old enough to govern it


"But the Uncle was a cruel Uncle. He wanted to be King
himself, so when his brother was dead, he thought over all the ways
in which he might get rid of
his Nephew and Niece; but he
didn't know how to manage it, be-
cause all the people were so fond
of them. So he consulted an old
Witch, and she told him she could
make a drink of herbs, which
would quite alter anybody who
drank it, so that they would '.'.
scarcely be recognized by their
nearest relations; and he promised
her a great purse full of gold when
she brought it to him. One day
he called to the children to come
to him, and there he showed them
two little silver cups, full of some-
thing that smelt deliciously. 'See,'
he said, 'what this kind woman
has brought you for a birthday A .."-
treat. Just taste this lovely stuff.' : '.
"It tasted most delicious,
and the children drank it up; but
after they had done so, it had the most wonderful effect on them. For
Princess Liebchen grew more lovely than ever, but Prince Kraft shrivelled
up into an ugly, wizened, little Dwarf. 'Oh, Brother!' shrieked the
Princess, 'what have they done to you ?
"' I'll take the boy,' said the old Witch to the Uncle, 'and say he is
my grandson; but what will you do with the girl?' I'll put her in the
prison tower,' said the Uncle. And so he did, and then he made himself
King. So the poor little Princess sat up in the prison tower. But she was
so good and sweet, that her jailers grew very fond of her, and at last they
helped her to escape. But she had to disguise herself. She took off her
little crown, and put on a cap, and a peasant maiden's dress. She wandered
about a long time, getting shelter and food here and there from kind people,


till, one evening, she came to a little house, and knocked at the door. Pres-
ently a window opened, and a queer old creature in a hood, with streaming
gray hair, looked out. Now, this old creature was the Witch, and she
knew the Princess at once, so she opened the door, and there was the
wizened Dwarf, and Liebchen knew it
..:- was her brother. She ran up to him, and
kissed him, and said how she longed to help
him. 'Do you really want to help him?'
a asked the Witch, who had begun to be
angry with the Uncle for not giving her
!i, ~ more reward. 'Oh, yes!' answered the
SPrincess. 'And will you give anything
you have?' 'Of course I will!' said
Liebchen. 'Then, first, I must have your
hair ;' and the Witch snipped off Lieb-
chen's golden hair in a trice. 'And, now, I
".'' must have your eyes.' My eyes!' faltered
the Princess. Oh! must I be blind ?'
.. Oh, please do, Liebchen!' cried Kraft.
SIf you love me, you will. It is so horrid
to be an ugly little Dwarf, like this.' So
the poor little Princess Liebchen let them
take her lovely eyes, and then she was
.. blind. But her brother was a beautiful
SPrince, once more; so off they set together,
to go back to the city.
"But, alas Prince Kraft had a
black spot in his heart. He soon began
to get tired of taking care of his poor little blind sister. Then he looked
at her, and thought how ugly she looked, with her cropped hair and
blinded eyes. 0O Kraft!' said Liebchen, presently, 'I am so tired; I
must sit down.' 'Yes,' he said, 'I am sure you must be. You rest here,
and I'll run on and try and find a horse for you to ride.' And Liebchen sat
waiting, till she was cold and hungry. Then she tried to walk; but she
couldn't see, and she tripped and tumbled. She called 'Kraft! Kraft!
Kraft!' but no one answered, and at last she could go no farther. She



would have wept, but she had no eyes to weep with, and her heart
ached as if it would burst, and then all grew dark, and at last she fell
sound asleep.
Now, near there, a Hermit lived, and one morning he went into the
wood, and there he saw a maiden lying asleep. He tried to wake her, but he
could not; so he laid her in a tomb in his little chapel. And he wondered
so much at her beauty, that, being clever, he carved a statue of her, and
placed it over her tomb. Meantime, the wicked Prince had been made
King, and forgot all about his sister, till one day, while out hunting, he
came to the chapel, and went in, just out of curiosity. But as he did so, he
gave a great cry, for there he saw a figure carved in white stone,- the
figure of Liebchen. He caught hold of the tomb, and behold, as his
hand touched the stone, from beneath the half-veiled lids sprang out two
tiny springs of clearest water, and, mingling, rippled over the chapel floor to
the green sward outside. And all knew they were the tears of the for-
saken maiden, burst forth at the touch of the cruel brother's hand."
M. A. Hoyer.

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T'S very wrong, we know,
To chase a pussy so,
But, oh it is a merry thing
To see that pussy go!

She is the favorite cat;
Well, dear me, what of that?
"., ft It ought to do the favorite good;
n She's much too round and fat.

Hi, hi, you pussy, fly .!
The other dogs and I
Will get you into training, ,.
Or know the reason why!

Hark, forward hi, away!
Why she's got out of reach in the hay;
Come out, come out, you silly puss:
Don't you know it was only play?



MY dolly was young and fair,
With beautiful flaxen hair,
And all her things could take off and on,
And she had real shoes to wear.

She was made by the toy-shop man,
Her body was stuffed with bran,
And she could open and shut her eyes;
And none of Jane's dollies can.

And 1 lent her to Jane one day,
While I went in the garden to play;
And when Jane wasn't looking, the cat and dog
Both happened to pass that way.

The story's too sad to tell
In the kind of words I can spell;
But the picture will tell you better than I;
Or, at any rate, just as well.


T HERE were three little crabs who
Smet together,
And asked of themselves the ques-
tion whether,-
Whether it was right the children should
On the rocks and sands of Roughwater

Said one who was dressed in a suit of drab,
"I give you my word as an honest Crab,
Why, one hasn't a moment's peace of mind,
You're certain the children are close behind.

"They bring down their buckets and spades and nets;
That's all the return and the thanks one gets
For letting them play their games on the shore;
I declare I'll let them do it no more."

No doubt he'd have been as good as his word,
A crab's an obstinate fellow, I've heard;
But the children came that very minute
With a wooden pail and put him in it.

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OME here, Effie! I've a great secret !" said Barbara.
"What is it?" answered Effie.
Will you promise me, truly and truly, never to
Well, Ive had an accident with Mamma's old
story-book! "
Oh, Barbara! whatever have you done? "
I blotted a page; but I've cut it out so that
no one will ever know. But you are so remembering in everything, that I
was afraid you would miss it, so that's why I've told you the secret."
But -" began Effie.
But what ? "
But why not go and confess it to Mamma, at once? She will
forgive you. She always does if we tell her the truth."
Barbara turned very red in the face; but it was not altogether
cowardice, and the dread of. a scolding, which made her look so guilty,
.as will presently be seen.
"Do tell her! urged Effie, to whom hiding anything from Mother
was dreadful, as it always is to good children. Barbara turned sulky.
I wish," said she," that I hadn't told you anything about it now,
for believe you will go and tell of me to Mamma."
No, Barbara, for have I not promised to keep your secret? an-
swered Effie, reproachfully.
Hush! returned her sister, quickly, here's Uncle George; how
early he's come! A very tall, soldier-like man now entered the room, and
the children rushed into his open arms, and clung so round him, that he
could scarcely walk across to the fireside.


How is the poetry getting on?" said he, presently, taking the great
arm-chair by the fire, while Effie, who was the younger and the greater
favorite with him, sat perched on his knee, gazing with admiration on his
bronzed, brave old face.
"Oh, Uncle George!" cried Effie, "I cannot do mine; it's so
"But," said he, "if Barbara and you can write such pretty lines to
me on my birthday, surely, Effie, you could have tied. "
I have tried," replied Effie, beginning to play with his gold-
rimmed eye-glasses, placing them across her own tiny nose.
And what does my little mouse, Barbara, say ? said he. "For I
have the prize in my pocket." And putting his fingers in his waistcoat-
pocket, he drew out a little red-morocco case, in which was a tiny gold ring,
set with five dear little pearls.
Oh, Uncle George, I wish
I had tried more!" exclaimed
Effie, her eyes sparkling over such
a prize. Or that you had given
... us something easier."
: Why What can be
".. jil easier ? Old Will-o'-the-Wisp
Warning three poor little children
of their danger in the dreadful
morass by which they must pass,
.-. and to remember their parents'
words, and the shocking result
of disobedience; besides, you have
the title all ready for you, and
six weeks to think it over;
uncommonly easy, it seems to
Effie hung her head.
SRun, Barbara, and fetch
your verses, and the ring shall be
yours! "

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Away ran Barbara, returning with a sheet of foolscap, on which
she had printed, very carefully, these two verses:


Poor little children!
Return, I entreat!
My path is too wild
For your tender feet.

"I dance all night long,
Through blackest morass;
And where my lamp leads,
Your feet cannot pass."

"Well done! Well done, Barbara!" said her Uncle. "Come and
give me a kiss; you have earned the ring right royally!"
Barbara blushed violently as she took the prize, and her Mother
kissed her and made much of her, and every one said what a clever little girl
she was.
Effie was so gentle about it, and praised her sister more than any
But after this day, a change came over Barbara: she walked sullenly
about the house, lost her appetite, took no interest in her dolls, nor could
she enter into any game with any heart with Effie, and at last she grew so
pale and quiet, that her Mother took her to a great physician.
"It looks like the brain," he said; "does she study much?"
"Not very much," said Mamma; "but she is a very quick, intelligent
child, and can write little verses."
"Oh- ah--'m- !" said the doctor, looking piercingly at Barbara.
Barbara quailed beneath the glance.
"She must rest; you must keep her out as much as you can in the
open air; she must not even read for a time."
But his manner so terrified Barbara, that going home she said:
~Mamma, I am not ill! It's a dreadful secret I have about Will-o'-the-
"Who has been frightening my little girl?" said Mamma, fondly.
Oh, Mamma, I've never been happy since the day Uncle George


gave me the prize for those verses! Oh, Mamma, forgive me! I copied
them from your old story-book, and I cut out the leaf. I never thought I
should be found out, because I did not know there was another book like it
in the world-"
Oh, Barbara there are thousands!" exclaimed her Mother,
looking shocked.
'Yes, Mamma, now I know it. But I didn't then; and Uncle
George would be so unhappy if he knew; but I may die, and you may find
it out. Oh, Mamma! I wish I had never been so wicked!"
Barbara, this is terrible! such naughtiness and falseness in one so
young! You must send your ring back, with a full confession to your
Uncle, for that is the only way you can make amends for having deceived
him so terribly."
Barbara clung to her Mother, sobbing.
But I think my darling has suffered enough already, and I freely
forgive her. Barbara, no joy can ever come from any dishonest action."
"No, Mamma! I know, I know! I will never do it again; darling
Mamma, I promise you!"
The ring was returned, the confession made, and Barbara is regaining
her lost health and happiness.
Both Effie and she are trying once more to write poetry on the three
little girls who were saved by Will-o'-the-Wisp. Which of them will win,
do you think?
S. E. Bennetl.

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A SWEET little baby brother
Had come ,to live with Flo,
And she wanted it brought to
That it might eat and grow.
It must wait for awhile," said Mother,
In answer to her plea;
For a little thing that hasn't teeth
Can't eat, like you and me."

"Why hasn't it got teeth, Mother?"
Asked Flo in great surprise.
"Oh, my! but isn't it funny,
No teeth, but nose and eyes?
I guess," after thinking gravely,
"They must have been forgot.
Can't we buy him some like Grandma's?
I'd like to know why not?"

That afternoon to the corner,
With paper, pen, and ink,
Went Flo', saying, "Don't talk to me;
If you do, it'll 'sturb my think.
I'm writing a letter, Mother,
To send away to-night;
And 'cause it's very 'portant
I want to get it right."

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At last the letter was finished,
A wonderful thing to see;
And directed to "God in Heaven."
Please read it over to me,"
Said little Flo' to her Mother,
"To see if it's right, you know."
And here is the letter written
To God" by little Flo':-

Dear God, the baby you've brought us
Is awfully nice and sweet,
But because you've forgot his 'toofies,'
The poor little thing can't eat.
That's why I'm writing this letter,
A' purpose to let you know;
Please come and 'finish baby.
That's all. From LITTLE FLO'."

W HAT a twittering and talking
out there in the garden,
Now the snow's on the ground
and the frosts set and harden;
Such flutter of feathers; such chirping
and cheeping,
While wee bright bird's-eyes through the
branches are peeping.
'Tis the Robins! they're planning a round .
robin" for us,
To wish us good luck in the year that's
before us.


T HE geese wanted one thing, and Lisa,
the goose-girl, wanted another.
I call it a great shame," grum-
bled Mrs. Poosey to her husband, the old
gander, that Lisa won't let us get through
the fence, and into the nice luscious meadow
that lies beyond it, sloping down to the

"And the grass looks so rich and
tempting, so much nicer than the grass this
side," echoed the six young geese, all in a
.- chorus, stretching out their long necks, and
gabbling and hissing, and arguing over their
grievance, as Lisa drove them before her
across the meadows to graze.
Lisa sighed when she heard this
conversation and discussion going on. She
had lived so long with her geese that she seemed almost to understand
their language, and to know what all their noises and gestures meant.
She understood perfectly well now that they were intent on getting through
the fence into Farmer Schmidt's meadow, the moment her back should
happen to be turned. And Lisa knew something else that the geese did
not know, and that was how very angry Farmer Schmidt would be if he
found them on his land angry with them, angry with her, and angry with
her Mother, who, in her turn, would be angry with Lisa. For she was only
her step-mother, a hard, unkind woman, who often treated poor Lisa very
badly while her Father was away at sea. She sent Lisa out on the meadows
to keep the geese, though Lisa was growing a big girl now, and would have
liked to be doing something, such as learning things, or doing housework
or needlework. But the unkind step-mother gave her no choice, and Lisa

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knew that if she did not look well after the geese, not hard words only, but
even blows would fall to her share.
So, presently, when her snowy flock had settled to work feeding,
Lisa sat herself down on a grassy knoll, where she could keep one eye on
them, and one on the distant sea she loved so to look at, and began to
dream, singing the while softly to herself. Lisa had a sweet, fresh voice,
and, though at home her step-mother would chide her for making a noise, as
she called it, out here in the open air, under the blue sky, she could sing to
her heart's content.
Away before her stretched the sea the sea on which, some-
where or other, her dear Father was sailing, and a great longing came
over poor Lisa to get away from her goose-girl life, and to do some-
thing less dull. So she sang sadly, and her eyes grew wistful. The
geese, ever and anon, between their beakfuls of grass looked up at her
No chance yet," hissed Mr. Gander to his family. "But patience;
perhaps she'll sing herself off to sleep."
However are we to get nice and fat by Michaelmas if we can't go
into that meadow grumbled a young goose who did not know much of
life. Lisa said we must be fat by
Hold your tongue, you
silly! you don't know what you are
talking about;" and Mr. Gander sup-
pressed him sharply, and with a slight
shudder. "Hold your tongue and be
So the geese munched on, but
Lisa suddenly stopped singing. For
up from the pond came a new sweet
; .a: sound, sweeter even than Lisa's
voice. It was borne on the sea-
breeze over to the little goose girl,
Srivalling in clearness and melody the
carols of the larks in the blue sky
above. And when Lisa heard it,


she sprang up joyfully, and forgetting all. about the geese, ran off in the
direction from which the music came.
It was little Hans, the neighbor's boy, who was as fond of playing on
his flute as Lisa was of singing. But he got scolded for it too; was told he
was idle; and so his plan was to go and hide himself down by the reeds in
the pond, when he got a chance, and play away, undisturbed, except by the
sighing of the bulrushes as they waved in the wind, or the splashing of the
frogs in the pool.
Lisa disappeared over the
brow of the hill. The geese saw
her go, and hissed softly among
themselves. A sea-gull, flying
above them, laughed an exasper-
ating little laugh
y-'-. over her careless-
ness, but the chance
for the geese had

"Come along! "
hissed Mr. Gander.
Hurry up "
put in Mrs. Poosey;
and with one accord
they all waddled
and scrambled as
fast as their un-
gainly feet would
carry them down
the hill, through the
fence, into the for-
bidden land.
All but one.
And that was the
young goose, Gob-
bler by name, who
had spoken so care-

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lessly and lightly of Michaelmas Day,- a day to be dreaded, indeed, by all
properly minded young geese. He was rather huffy over Mr. Gander's
snubbing, and had gone off by himself in the sulks. Down by the pond
the grass was better than on the
fields by the sea, and Gobbler began
to congratulate himself on being
wiser than the others in having
Come there.
SNow, Hans was busy playing
with all his might, his cheeks blown
out to their fullest extent, and think-
ing of nothing else but his music, as
he stood half hidden among the
rushes by the edge of the pond,
I when Gobbler approaching, gently
and quietly, grubbing among the
grass and reeds with his sharp beak,
suddenly perceived Hans' bare toes,
and made a sharp peck at them.
S Hans gave a shriek, and dropped
his flute; the goose made another
peck; Hans turned and fled, making
his way with difficulty through the
rushes; the goose waddled after, with
._ here a peck and there a peck at the
poor defenceless legs and toes. And
all the while Lisa was hurrying down the hill to hear Hans play, and the
other seven geese were munching for their lives in Farmer Schmidt's
meadow. Hans could run faster than Gobbler, who followed with out-
stretched neck and angry hisses which seemed to the boy perfectly alarm-
ing; but a great tuft of reeds came in his way, in which Hans caught his
feet, and, with a cry, tumbled head over ears into the pond, all among the
newts and frogs. When Lisa came running on the scene, all she saw was
his flute, lying on the bank, and his cap, floating on the water.
Hans came up again in a moment, though more frightened than hurt,
for the pond was rather muddy than deep, and Lisa helped him ashore.


They recovered his cap and his flute, and wrung the wet out of his clothes;
while Gobbler, quite subdued by Lisa's appearance, gazed quietly at a little
distance, as meek as if he had never tried to peck at any one in his life.
It was only when Hans pointed out the assailant who had led to this
catastrophe, that Lisa suddenly remembered her neglected charge.
"Oh! Hans! Hans!" she exclaimed. "The geese! the geese! they
will have got into Farmer Schmidt's meadow! and off she ran up the hill,
and Hans followed, dripping. It was his turn to help her now.
And, indeed, her fears were true. Down in the rich grass of the
forbidden ground, seven white geese, led by Mr. Gander, were enjoying
themselves as much as it is possible for geese to do. But there was worse
Along the path, across the fields from the harbor, came the dreaded
Farmer Schmidt himself, making straight to his meadow where those seven
white patches were plainly visible. But Farmer Schmidt was not alone.
By his side, talking to him, walked a man in a blue jersey, and when Lisa
saw that man she forgot all about the geese again, and ran towards him, not
in the least afraid of the angry farmer, and flung herself into his arms with
a cry of joy. It was her Father, come back from sea.
And when Farmer Schmidt saw how happy she was, he had not the
heart to scold her.
So there was luck all round for every one,-Lisa, the geese, and
Hans; for all but sulky, ill-tempered young Gobbler.
Edith E. Cuthell.



T HERE really wasn't enough for three,
And that was plain to pussy and me;
We saw there was really plenty for two,
And so we decided what we would do.

We said to Rover, "Your master has gone
Across the meadow, and all alone;
It's nothing to us, but we saw him go,
And we thought, perhaps, you would like to know."

Rover was off, like a hurried rat,
And I shared the dinner with pussy-cat;
But I don't like to think what Rover will say,
When he finds his master not gone that way.

I think, perhaps, we had better go,
To leave plenty of room for Rover, you know;
For he'll want some room, when he finds he's late,
So we'll leave him alone with the empty plate!


OUR Master is an artist,
And clever, people say;
We kitties thought him clever
TUntil the other day,
), \'hen '\ e were in the studio
And MIaster was away.

We thought that painting pic-
Mi\tant cleverness, it's true,
Until we tried to paint one,
And then we painted two;
S Both of them much more lovely
Than, any he can do.

There's one upon the can-
All splodgy and complete;
And one upon the pal-
And that is still more
sweet; .
We clever kitties did
We did them with
S our feet !

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C ECIL and Gertrude were two famous
I riders; they hardly ever tumbled off;
they understood their horses and don-
keys, and their horses and donkeys under-
stood them, and never kicked; for the fact
Swas, they were made of wood, and ran on
Cecil and Gertrude used to play all
sorts of games with their horses.
Now, one Summer's day they went
simply wild with excitement, for they were going to stay at the
At last the time came, and they found themselves by the beautiful
sea, and with real live donkeys on the sands. Gertrude was the first to get
on a donkey's back a very nice donkey, she thought, but rather a naughty
donkey, as he turned out. Whether he had had no breakfast that morning,
or whether he was greedy, I don't know. But I do know this, he ran away.
Yes, ran right along the sands and along the
streets with Gertrude on his back, and he never
stopped till he got to his stable. Of course,
Gertrude was very much frightened, and it was
quite wonderful that she didn't fall off. The
donkey-man wanted to beat the donkey, but
Gertrude begged him not to; and I really be-
lieve Neddy understood her, for he never again --
attempted to run away, although Gertrude and
Cecil used to ride him every day.
Edric Yredenburg.



W HO was it broke
a plate to-day ?'.
T w enty pieces, I L- -. .
heard them say; -.
There upon the floor
they lay;-
It must have been. .
the cat!

Somebody's drank up all '
the c ci ,m.
Of doing that no one else
would di-.L.:
The children ran-- they he.air
cook scre:n--
It must have been the cat!

By somebody, Dolly's nose
was b;tt!ul o st'
And where, oh, where is
Baby's mitten ?
The truth, though sad, still
must be writtL-n- -" .
It must have been the c t!

Ile's full of mischief, though
50 smFill;.
There he is on the garden .v.ill:
He won't come down, thou_ ,
the children :.ill:
It must have been the cat!
Cliflon Bizng ham.









A DAINTY little Daisy I do know,
I think her age is seven;
Her dimpled face is full of grace,
Her eyes are blue as heaven:
Yes, blue
And true,
Her eyes,
Like skies,
Are just as blue as heaven,
And like a Daisy, pink and white, and gold,
My Daisy came from heaven, one night, I'm told.

This dainty, dimpled Daisy I do know;
I said her age was seven;
Her heart, I'm told, is made of gold,-
The gold that comes from heaven;
It's pure,
I'm sure.
Pure gold,
Not sold,
But sent to us from heaven,
And like a Daisy, pink and white, and gold,
My Daisy came from heaven, one night, I'm told.

I wonder if the Daisies know they have a sister,
Sent from heaven,
Whose age is seven.


O H, listen, do," said Spot to Trim;
"Now, did you ever, ever hear
Sounds like this thing, upon the rim
Of our pan, is making here?"

"I wonder if the thing's alive;
I wonder how it makes that sound;
Let's go and ask the wise, old dog,
Who in the yard is always found."

So off they went to Solomon;
Some other visitors were there,
But Spot and Trim, though rather shy,,7"_
Asked him the question then and there.

Said Solomon, I take the
You speak of, children, for
a bird;
The saucy mites pretend to
But such a noise I never

Proceed from throat of dog or
Or any thing of decent size; "
The callers curled their whisk-
S. ers up,
And modestly cast down their


MAMMA !" sobbed little Kitty,
SO look what naughty Vixen has
"It's only that old chocolate-box,
m ma'.m-n," observed Nurse; "children do set
str, on such rubbish! "
Nurse spoke in this way to make
I p light of the whole affair; but Mamma
knew how to soothe a child's grief
better than this. She took Kitty
on her knee, dried her tears and
kissed her golden head, saying:
... ..' "I hope you did not attempt
to punish Vixen? She is only a
little dog, and knows no better."
No, Mamma I- I only pushed her away! stammered Kitty.
Even that would make her little heart very sad," said Mamma.
But the picture of the boat is all torn off sobbed Kitty afresh.
'"Never mind. We must try and forgive Vixen. I am sure that
she feels she has been naughty. Turn and look at her Kitty. She is beg-
ging you to frgive her. At last, little Kitty stroked poor Vixen's head.
"Now, my sweet, I am going to see dear Grandmamma for an hour,
and when I return, I hope my little girl will have been brave enough not
to cry any more. "
Kitty's eyes were very red when Mamma came back, but Nurse
said that she had not given away to tears again, although she had .not had
the heart to play with any of her toys.
I never see a child take on so about a rubbishy box," said Nurse.
" And as for Vixen, ma'am, she's run away into the garden, to hide herself."
"Come to me, Kitty," said Mamma; "I think the fairies must have
told Grandmamma about your misfortune, because she had this all ready
for me to bring to you." Kitty gave a little cry of delight, for it was such


a pretty bonbon box, tied up with pink ribbon, and on the lid was a picture
of the most mischievous kitten you ever saw.
Kitty ran into the garden with her new treasure, and joyously called
Vixen. The clever dog saw in an instant that the past was forgotten, and
that her little mistress was happy once more, so she bounded to her side.
Vixen loved sugar-plums, but waited patiently, wagging her tail,
while Kitty opened the lid.
Here, Vixen! I'll give you this large one, to show you I forgive
you about the old box."
S. E. Bennet.

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SPECKLEDY hen! speckledy hen!
What do you do in my garden pen?
Mother will scold you, you know she will,
And father will beat you for doing ill;
And I'd like to know what you'll do then,
You dear little naughty speckledy hen?


W ELL," said the duckling, "well,"
SAs he looked at his broken shell,
If this is the world I've dreamt about,
It's a very great pity I ever came out."

"My dear," said the duck, "my dear,
Don't imagine the world is here;
The world is a pond, it lies out there-
You shall soon see life, so don't despair."

But the duckling's spirit soared beyond
The reeds and weeds of that muddy pond,
And it certainly is most atrocious luck
To be born with a soul if you're only a duck.

E'RE playing at Robinson Crusoe,

And this is our island home.
It's rather too small to hold us all,
But Toby, dear dog! would come.

I am Robinson Crusoe,
And Jane is Friday, the black;
And Nurse is the Mother who keeps on the shore
Because Crusoe doesn't come back.

Toby's the parrot and monkey,
And also the dog and the goat,-
There's no one else to be all those things, -
And Jenny's pail is our boat.

I wish our island was bigger,
It's such a tight fit for three!
I wish we could move, or make signals
For the passing ships to see.

If we tried to play we should
tumble off,
The island's so very small;
But small as it is, it's rather
To have an island at all!
E. Nesbit.


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A LL the little child-angels were busy
.. in their gardens counting over their
a flowers, for they knew that it was
Innocents' Day, and then they go down,
Once a year, and carry their blossoms to
the children in the world below.
"I have such a big bunch of
m violets," said one. "I can go into the
S town and give one each to all the little
And see my lilies! said another.
How pleased they will be!"
'"^ '" But I have only one white rose-
'' bud," said a third. "Nothing else has
Si.come out."
But it is such a lovely one!"
1 ": said the others, clustering round. "Don't
grieve, darling," for the tears came into
the eyes of the little angel, because he had only one flower. "It is better
than all ours together."
Then one of the big, grown-up angels came and told the little child-
angels that the gate was open, and so they all flocked through and went
down the great silver-stairs, carrying their flowers with them.
Now the little White Rose Angel, with his one blossom, turned
away from the towns, because he had only one flower to give away, and so
went right into the solitary parts, where the country lay all white under its
robe of pure snow. Then he came to a lonely cottage, a very poor little
place, far, far away from any other dwelling, and as he paused a moment he
heard a sort of low sobbing like some one in great distress. I will go in
here," he thought.
Now, in the cottage, crouching over a dying fire, were two little


children, a girl and a boy. The girl was the bigger of the two, and had her
little brother in her arms, and she was trying to soothe and comfort him;
but he cried and wailed, for he was but a tiny boy, and could not understand
many things.
When will Father come home," he said, and bring us some food,
and some more wood to make a bigger fire burn? "
He is sure to be home in the morning," said the little girl, pushing
the dying embers together to make them burn a little brighter, "and then
we shall have both food and warmth."
Then the little Angel was very sorry, for, all of a sudden, he knew
that their Father was lying cold and still under a great snow-wreath in the
hills, and would never come home any more.
"Sing to me," said the boy. "Sing to me, sister, sing about the
And the girl, though she was very
weak and ill, sang to him as he asked:


"The tall, white lilies, fair and sweet, "'-
In Paradise bloom at our dear Lord's feet;
And on the earth He hath bid them blow,
That we, the flowers of Heaven, might know.

"And 'mid the meadows He bid spring up
The daisy white, and the buttercup; -
Those, too, in Heaven, I think we'll see,
When we bow down at our dear Lord's knee. -.

"And the crimson rose, with its sharp-set thorn,
Like the Crown that once for us was worn; /
That, too, we'll find by our dear Lord's side,
When at last we all go home to bide."

"I think I'll sleep now," said the
boy, drowsily. "I ain't so cold now, I
think. Good-night, sister "


Good-night said the little girl. I'm tired, too, so will go to
sleep till Father comes in the morning."
Then as they slept, tight-folded in one another's arms, the little
Child-Angel came softly and put his white rosebud in their clasped hands.
And the Great Frost Angel paced the earth all that night through, and it
grew colder and colder with his frosted breath; but the children slept on
and on. And in the morning there were two new little child-angels in
But when the people came and found the two little frozen figures,
they wondered greatly, for in the tiny, ice-cold hands was clasped a lovely
rosebud which filled the poor little cottage with its fragrance. And the
Priest took the flower, when they laid the children to sleep in the quiet
churchyard, and put it on the altar of the little hill chapel, and there it
blossomed till Easter Morn dawned; and then was seen no more.
M. A. Hqyer.

d A on a swaying bough;
The song he sang
I can hear it now;
And this was the song
S.- .he sang as he swayed:
''- "Thank God for the
beautiful world He made!"


'T IS a lesson you should heed,
T Try again;
If at first you don't succeed,
Try again;
Then your courage should appear,
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear,
Try again.

Once or twice, though you should fail,
Try again;
If you would at last prevail,
Try again;
If we strive, 'tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should we do in that case?
Try again.

If you find your task is hard,.
Try again;
Time will bring you your reward,
Try again;
All that other folk can do,
Why, with patience, may not ti A'I,
Only keep this rule in view,
Try again.
Hickson. .

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":,'".' -" -"NCE upon a time there lived a great
'-: '.King, whose name was Mesmerian,
,' '' and who was also a powerful en-
'.. chanter. IHe was most anxious to have
a son to succeed him on his throne, and
I'A;, v when the fairies sent him twelve lovely
",.^ :IA little daughters, he got in a great rage,
Lid and throwing them into a magic sleep he
locked them all up in a big cupboard in
:. an old palace. At least, all but the
eldest Princess, Ida, who was so beau-
tiful that even his hard heart relented,
though he sent her to the same palace,
with an old deaf and dumb woman to
A'. take charge of her. Then he enchanted
the palace, so that though it stood in the
g'* midst of the city no one remembered it,
and not a sound was heard in it, or its
gardens, but the songs of the birds, and the clear little voice of Princess
Now, of course, Princess Ida knew nothing about her little sisters.
She had to play all alone in the garden, and to read the old books in the
library, and to tend her flowers; and she often longed for a companion.
But no one came, and only once a year her Father paid her a visit. She
was always glad to see him, though he rather frightened her, and moreover
he made her curious; because every time he always sent her away into the
garden, while he went and peeped into a cupboard which was kept locked.
She knew he went, because once she followed him, and saw him put a key
in the lock, but when he turned and saw her he was so angry that it made


her quite ill. Now, on the morning after one of these visits, Ida ran out
into the garden as usual, and there she saw something, shining and bright,
lying on the path. It was a key, a golden key.
"Oh, how pretty!" she said, picking it up. "I wonder where it
comes from ? Then she gave a start as a thought struck her. It must
be the key of the cupboard. Father has dropped it! O-oh! if I
dared-! "
She looked at the key, and longed for just one peep. But she was a
well-read little girl and knew her Bluebeard. Yet, of course, her Father
wasn't wicked, like Bluebeard; besides, she would be careful not to drop
the key. All the time she was walking slowly back into the palace, and
then upstairs; and then she reached the cupboard, and then, somehow, the
key got into the lock and she peeped in.
Oh! oh! she cried. Oh, you darlings! "
For there, instead of anything dreadful, sat eleven lovely little girls,
in eleven liltle armchairs, but they were all sound asleep.
Oh, you dears! cried Ida. I am sure you are my sisters."
And in she ran and kissed them all round, and as soon as she kissed
them they all woke up.
Why, where are we? they cried, and who are you?
You are in the Old Palace, and I am your sister Ida. Come down
and have some dinner. But, hark! what a noise there is outside! What
can be the matter?"
For the profound quiet of the palace was broken by shouts and
cries of excitement.
Let us go and see," said the eleven. And down they ran. There
stood the great door of the palace, open, and outside were crowds of people,
and just opposite a man knelt with his head on a block, and another man
was just going to cut it off; and beyond stood a group of grand gentlemen
all in armor.
It is Father!" shrieked Princess Ida. "Oh, it is Father!"
And so it was; for the Emperor Ragymuffin and his twelve sons had
that day conquered the city, and they were just going to chop off King Mes-
merian's head, as a bad king and wicked enchanter.
"Oh! stop-don't!" cried Princess Ida; and, followed by her sisters,
she rushed across, and they all fell on their knees before the Emperor.


The Emperor paused, and hesitated. Then one of his sons stepped
up and whispered something to him, and then another, and then another.
"Hum!" said the Emperor, at last. "Hum, ha! Exactly; well,
young ladies if- hum- ha- if you will consent to marry my twelve
sons, and your Father will divide his dominions among you- I- I will
accede to your request."
We will do anything," sobbed the Princesses, to save our dear
And, of course, King Mesmerian agreed to the terms.
And the twelve Princesses and their bridegrooms lived happily all
the days of their lives.


IDO ran down to the brink of the lake,
And began a barking protest to make;
"This lake, let me tell you, is mine," said he;
"You're trespassing on my property!"

/ 1 Dear me," said the Swans, don't make


Iluch a ro\\
With 5'-ur ridiculous bow-wow-wow;
The iailrdicn are large, and you're

And surely there's room in
the world for us all."
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O H, the Clothes-basket" \\as a gallant boat,
And a verv merry crew were we;
WVe to ok the cat and our thther's coat,
With a )'-o-h,:. e-ho.'" we went afloat
On the Brussels-carpet Sea.

Now, I was the captain and Jill the mate,
And Jack was the cabin-boy;
I sat in the stern, and I steered her straight;
We hove ahead at a splendid rate,
Till the cat mewed Skip ahoy!"

We looked out over the good ship's side,
And what do you think we found?
'Twas a small, small wreck on the flowing tide,
We couldn't save her, although we tried;
But we watched her run aground.

So we sailed away for Sideboard Bay,
And went to the native's shops;
And we stored our hold with butter-scotch,
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YOU are a nice little girl, you are;
And I like you better than toffee, far;
Better than apples and cake and jam,
For I'm awfully fond of you, dear, I am!

Say, do you think you can love me, too?
There's nobody else I love like you;
But if you are cross and say you don't,
I'll never speak to you more, I won't!

There's lots of girls as pretty as you,
And I know they are longing to have me, too;.
So make up your mind before I go,
And if you can love me, tell me so!

Why, I declare, you are crying now,
There's a regular frown upon your brow;
Then give me a kiss, and believe me, true,
There's nobody else that I love like you!
F E. Weatherly.

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S HE was rather a lonely little Mermaid,
'- for she had no brothers or sisters,
and being a Princess she was not al-
lowed to play with any one who was not of
high birth, and it so happened that scarcely any
S B..-f. little children. Her Father and Mother, the
.i i\lMer-King and Queen, lived in a splendid palace,
built of coral and mother-of-pearl, surrounded
by lovely gardens, where grew the choicest and
to most beautiful sea-flowers; and the little Prin-
Scess was most carefully educated, and always
S-" ent about attended by a guard of honor of
tour soldier-crabs, and two ,great sword-fish,
who protected her from every danger.
She was taught to manage her slender silvery tail with the most
courtly grace; she could play upon the sea-harp, and sing the most beautiful
sea-songs, in the sweetest voice She knew how to manage her flashing
mirror, when all the Court rose through the clear, green waters, to sit on the
rocks in the moonlight, and to comb her golden locks with a diamond comb,
in the most ravishing manner. But yet she was not a happy little Mermaid.
She wanted something, though she knew not what it was--some one to
play with, she thought it was; some one to talk to.
Oh, nonsense !" said her Mother, the Mer-Queen, when she com-
plained sometimes of being dull. Princesses must never be dull."
I wish I wasn't a Princess," said the little Mermaid, sadly. She
would have cried if she had been an earth-maiden, but the sea-maidens
have no tears. Once they learn to weep they are no longer mermaidens,
but become daughters of the sky, and are one step higher on the silver


"For shame, Princess!" answered her Mother, severely. "I am quite
astonished at you! Go and practise your new tune, and let me hear no
more complaints." And the Mer-Queen swam awav into her own apart-
ments, to look over the Court
jewels, and count up her pearls,
which was her chief amusement.
But to tell people they must -
not be dull, and yet do nothing e
to cheer them, seldom does much
good. The little Princess went
and practised as she was bidden,
but she still felt very sad ; and .-
when she had finished she did
not know what to do. So she
thought she would go up and see
if the little earth-children were :'
digging on the sands, and playing
by the seashore, as they often did. .
The Princess was very fond of
watching them, and often longed '.
to join in their chatter and their ""
play; but though she would swim
quite close to them, and call to
them, they never seemed to see
or hear her. There was one little girl she was particularly interested in.
The others called her Neeta, and the Princess often wished she could make
her see her, and talk to her. Once she fancied Neeta did notice her, for
she looked so hard at the spot where she, the Princess, was, but at last
little Neeta turned away, and only said to the other children: I thought I
saw a great fish there!" "Fancy, thinking me a fish!" said the Princess,
half offended, and yet she longed to play with Neeta.
But this morning it so happened that no children were to be seen,
and the poor little Princess turned away disappointed. Just then, however,
something white flew past her on the wind, and dropped into the sea. At
first she thought it was a bird, but in a moment she stretched out her hand,
and grasped it, for it was no sea-gull; no, it was a child's hat. She looked


at it curiously, and then a sudden desire to try it on seized her, and
swimming to the shore, she was soon seated on a rock, and putting it on her
golden curls, while she gazed in her mirror to see the effect.
Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!
The Princess turned round at the cry, and there was little Neeta,
who had come running down to try and save her hat, standing close by, and
gazing at her with round eyes of wonder and awe. "Is it your hat?"
she asked.
"Yes," said Neeta, almost too frightened to speak. Oh, please, will
you give it me back? "
Oh, let me keep it," begged the Princess; "I have never had a hat
before, and I do so like it."
But Nurse will be so cross," stammered Neeta. She she told
me not to go out; but I did so want to see the big waves. And they will
all be so cross."
Will they?" said the Princess. "Why?"
They'll say I was disobedient and careless," replied Neeta, gather-
ing courage. They are so cross, you can't think."
Then a great idea flashed into the Princess's mind. "If they are so
cross," she said, do come with me. I won't be cross, and I do so want
some one to play with. And you shall have all my pretty things, and we
will have such games, and be so happy."
But how can I come?" pouted Neeta; "the water will drown me."
"No, no, it won't, not if you look in my mirror; you will be just
what you wish. Oh, do, do come!"
Neeta hesitated. She thought how cross every one had been lately,
and what a scolding she would get when she went home. And it would be
lovely to see the bottom of the sea, and be able to tell them all about it at
home. She hesitated; but when the Princess looked entreatingly at her, and
held out her mirror, she peeped in it- and in a moment, lo! she was diving
through the cool, green waters, her hand locked in that of the Princess; and
she had no frock on, and no legs, only a lovely silvery tail, like a fish.
And what fun they had! The Princess showed Neeta all the Palace,
and the gardens, and the heaps of pearls and precious stones, and the won-
derful fishes and sea creatures gliding through the waters. And then there
were wonderful corals, and sea flowers, and sea fruits (they had sea grapes


and sea melons for luncheon), and she sang her all her sweetest songs, and
they played no end of games, and there were no lessons and no tasks ; and
yet, and yet, after a while Neeta began to feel miserable; and nothing the
Princess could do would cheer her.
I want to go home," said Neeta, one
day. I want to see the others."
"Why? asked the Princess.
"Why?" answered Neeta, impatiently.
"Why? of course, because I love them."
What is love? said the Princess. '2
Neeta stared. Then she pondered.
"Love," she said at last. "It is it .
is oh, I don't know how to say it ; but it
makes you ache, and yet it makes you glad.
It is something here," and she touched her
breast. "Something that sometimes makes -
you sing, and sometimes makes you cry. But
you know."
No, I don't !" said the Princess.
"Mermaidens are not like that; but if you go I shall be all alone again. I
shall have no one to play with or to talk to. Oh, do stay!"
But Neeta began to sob and cry, for she was not a proper Mermaid, but
had a child's heart; and when the Princess saw her grief, something awoke in
her own breast, a strange ache and pain such as she had never felt before.
"Come," she said at last. Come, we will go up to the shore, and
you shall have your wish."
Then they rose, hand in hand, through the still waters, and when
they reached the rocks the little Princess held out.her mirror to Neeta.
And Neeta, gazing in it, was once more a little girl; and, with a cry
of joy, she sprang up the sands, ran towards home, not even staying to say
"Oh, stay-wait-promise me you will come back sometimes!" cried
the little Mermaid. "Oh! I am all alone, and you have so many to play with."
But Neeta never listened or turned; she had forgotten all about the
Princess, in her hurry to reach home. Then it seemed to the little Mermaid
that something broke in her breast, and then something that smarted gushed



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in her eyes, for she had never felt warmth before; and then she burst into
tears of sorrow for the loss of her little playmate.

"WVhere am I! Where am I?" cried the little Mermaid.
You are our comrade, our new little comrade," said a sweet voice,
and then she saw around her a fair company of tender faces and floating forms;
" and we are the children of Sunshine and Cloud of Love and Tears."
M. A. Hoyer.

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O NCE there was a little dog
I Who found a little bone;
He thought, as little dogs will do,
'Twas his, and his alone.
Said he, "I'm very hungry, so
I'll have this for my own."

So he sat him in his corner,
With the bone between his feet,
And growled, although his temper
It was naturally sweet;
He soon became a picture, sad,
Of selfishness complete.

There was a second little dog,
Who saw the other's bone,
And wished and wished with all his might
He had one for his own,
But dared not beg a bit of him,
He had so surly grown.

Now, little dogs and little folks
Should never greedy be; .
I shouldn't like to think that you
Behave so selfishly;
That he was very selfish,
I'm sure you will agree.

If you've a pretty picture-book,
With rhymes and pictures fair,
Don't take it to a corner,
And sit surly with it there;
Let others, who would like to look,
Your pleasure in it share.
Gray Sezvern.

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