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The Bid-.ir Lihbjr.
HERE AND THERE AND
ILLUSTRATED STORIES AND POEMS FOR
SUGGESTIONS FOR CHRISTMAS GAMES.
Gopyright, 1895, by W. B. Gonkey Gompany
LONDON. NEW YORK. CHICAGO.
W. B. CONKEY COMPANY,
HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.
ITTLE Hattie Vaughn was playing in the
back yard, when she saw a beautiful but-
terfly light on a clover blossom just outside
the gate. She wished she could catch it.
So she opened the gate and walked softly
up to the butterfly.
Her hand was almost on it, when the butterfly
rose lightly in the air and sailed away toward the
Hattie watched it. Soon it settled down on a
wild lily the other side of a rail fence. Hattie
crawled through the fence and came close to the
pretty butterfly again.
But just as her hand came near, away it flew fur-
ther into the woods. Hattie followed. By and by
she lost sight of the butterfly. She was tired, and
wanted to go home. But she did not know the
way. She was lost. She began to cry, and cried her-
self to sleep.
Brother Dick found her sleeping under a large
tree. Dick and his father had been looking for Hat-
tie some time. He sit down beside her and thought
be would not wake her till his father came. But the
moment his father spoke, Hattie opened her eyes.
She was not afraid with her father and Dick near.
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',OTHER, what makes you look so sober?
Is father worse? "
Phil sat at the table eating his breakfast
when he asked this. He saw that his
mother scarcely tasted the food on her plate.
No," answered his mother, "he rested better last
"Why don't you eat, then? These potatoes are real
"Yes, they are good. I'm thankful we have a
plenty. But I don't know how we shall cook them.
I used the last stick of wood this morning. And
your father isn't able to go into the woods yet."
Let me try, mother. I'll go over into the woods
and pick up the dry sticks."
Shall you have time before school ?"
"Oh, yes. I can get two or three bundles. It won't
take any time to run down to the school-house. And
-0 mother! there's a lot of blackberries over there
big ones. I'll take a pail and get some for father."
Phil's bright face fairly drove the troubled look
from his mother's. And how happy he felt when she
s niled, by and by, at the big pile of brush in the shed.
And when his father said the berries tasted better
than anything he had had for a long time, poor, bare
footed Phil thought himself the happiest boy in the
DEEDS OF KINDNESS.
SUPPOSE the little cowslip
Should hang its golden cup,
And say, I'm such a tiny. flower,
I'd better not grow up."
How many a weary, traveler.
Would miss its fragrant smell!
How many a little child would grieve
To lose it from the dell!
Suppose the glistening dew-drops
Upon the grass should say,
"What can a little dew-drop do ?
I'd better roll away."
The blade on which it rc:-ted,
Before the da', \ia- d-one.
Without a drop to mioistl-n it,
Would wither in tile sun.
Snppose the littl,- bree-les,
Upon a summ,-ir'- dan,
Should think thm,-il\vcs to small to cool
The traveler on his \wai.
Who would not mii~ tle m'-mllst
And softest onr th li.ir ll ..
And think they ma.I'- L. r':Lt mi-i.ake
If they were tallki,.g s,. ?
How many deed of kiir.ln,'.;s
A little child may 'do
Although it has s, litcl' strength,
And little wis[:domI to !
It wants a loving spirit
Much more than strength to prove
How many thin.; :a chill may do
For others by it, l,-,re.
W HERE true love bl:eto\s its sweetness
Where true friendship lays its hand,
Dwells all greatness, all completeness
All the wealth of every hand.
THE BEST MEDICINE.
TAKE the open air,
The more you take the better.
Follow nature's laws,
To the vciry letter.
Let the doctors go
To the Bay of Biscay,
Let alone the gin,
The brandy and the whisky.
Keep your spirits cheerful,
Let no dread of sickness,
Make you ever fearful.
Eat the simplest food,
Drink the pure cold water;
Then you will be well,
Or at least you ought to.
JAMES T. FIELDS.
SOW ,sweet and gracious, even in common speech
Is that fine sense which men call courtesy!
Wholesome as air and genial as the light,
Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers, -
It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,
And gives its owner passport round the globe.
THE TRUE NOBILITY.
HOWEE'ER it be, it seems to me
'Tis iTnly noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blooe.
KING PHILIP, CHIEF OF THE W'AMPANOAGS.
The history of the relations between the Puri-
tan settlers of New England and the native
Indians, is full of romantic interest. Philip, the
son of Massasoit, was a brave, judicious Indian.
At first he was very friendly to the Puritans, as his
father had been; but he began to discern that the
white men were encroaching further and further
on the territory of his tribe. A difficulty at last
arose, which resulted in the ciOlmmencement of
fierce hostilities. A desperate war ensued. but
the white troops were too much tfr Philip. and he
and his followers were driven from NIlount Hope.
He was now a fugitive arid a wanderer, and at last
he met his death from the arrw u-,f a treacherous
Indian, who, like Judas of old, sold the lite of his
leader for a trifling present from the white man.
THE FIRES OF CHRISTMAS.
Oh, summer has the lustr,-
Of the sunbeams warm andl ,bright.
And rains that fall at niihtr
Where reeds and lilies cli.st-.r;
But deep in winter's snirv
The fires of Christmas .,low.
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THE LITTLE RILL.
Drop by drop the lit-tie rill
Feeds the lim-pid stream be-low,
Gleam-ing, spark-ling down the hill,
Till it joins the riv-er's flow.
Drop by drop the whole night long;
Drop by drop the long night through
Sing-ing low and soft its song;
Leaps the rill, in meas-ure true.
Drop by drop like gems of light,,
Danc-ing where the sun-beams play,
Grows the stream-let clear and bright,
Where the sweet ferns line the way.
Like a mol-ten sil-ver tide
Led by fai-ries, here and there;
Now by rug-ged moun-tain side;
dd Now by pas-ture green and fair.
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"BEFORE I CLOSE MY EYES IN SLEEP."
Before I close my eyes in sleep,
Lord, hear my nightly prayer;
Though young in years, I have been taught
Thy name to love and fear.
The little birds that sing all day,
In many a leafy wood,
By Thee are clothed in plumage gay,
By Thee supplied with food.
Nor will Thy mercy less delight
The children's God to be,
Who, through the darkness of the night,
For safety trust. to Thee.
THE ASS AND THE FROGS.
An Ass, carrying a load of wood, passed
through a pond. As he was crossing through the
water he lost his footing, and stumbled and fell, and
not being able to rise on account of his load, he
groaned heavily. Some Frogs, frequenting the
pool, heard his lamentation, and said, "What
would you do if you had to live here always as we
do, when you make such a fuss about a mere fall
into the water?"
Men often bear little grievances with less
courage than they do large misfortunes.
The three greatest Scotchmen of modern times
were Hugh Miller, Thomas Carlyle and David
Livingstone. The latter started forth as a mis-
sionary to Africa, but as time went forward he
united the work of an explorer to that of the mis-
sionary, and, while he never lost sight of the
religious side of his work, he felt it to be his
duty to open up to the civilized world the won-
ders and boundless possibilities of a continent,
concerning which the world knew next to noth-
ing. Boys and girls should read and study the
life and labors of this distinguished pioneer. The
death of Livingstone was felt as a heavy loss
throughout the whole world; and when his body
was brought at last to London, to be interred in
Westminster Abbey, tens of thousands of people
lined all the ways to the Abbey; the bells tolled,
and business was suspended-so honored and
beloved was the missionary traveler of Africa.
THREE WISE MAXIMS.
Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.
Diseases of the eye are to be cured with the elbow.
The hole calls the thief.
THE LITTLE DYKEMAN.
HOLLAND is a country surrounded by canals, and
rivers, and rivulets. If the water were not held back
by dykes, Holland would be more frequently under
water than over it.
Now this flood is kept in its place by immense
wooden doors. These doors or gates can be raised
little or much, just as you would move the handle of
a pump. But the dykeman always closes the gates
before he goes to bed, for fear the water should run in
the night and flood the country, and destroy the inhab-
itants. Even the children are aware of this.
One day the dykeman's little boy carried a cake to
a poor blind man, who lived near the flood-gates. On
his return toward night, as he was picking flowers
along the borders of the canal, he heard the trickling of
water. He was near ore of the great flood-gates of the
dyke. He searched and soon discovered a crack in the
wood, through which the water was running.
The little Hollander understood the danger. He
threw away his flowers, and climbing down until he
reached the crack, pushed his finger into the hole, and
saw, with delight, that the water ceased to run. It
was all very well at first; but as it grew colder, his
finger became numb, then his hand, then his arm.
His distress became so great, that he cried; yet he
did not stir. At daylight he was discovered, and re-
lieved; but he had saved his country. S. W L.
RAISING OF THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS,
THE RAISING OF THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS.
It was a mournful day for Jairus when the
light of life faded from the face of his daughter.
She was his only daughter; but Jesus was near
at hand. The life-giver came to be the life-
restorer. Putting aside those turbulent people
who made an exhibition of their grief, he took
his chosen friends into the room where the dead
girl lay, and taking her thin cold hand in his
said: "Darling, awake! awake!" And the
child came back to her glad sweet life. There
is no more pathetic story in all the gospels than
this sweet story of Jesus and the dead girl
THE ASS AND THE GRASSHOPPER.
An Ass having heard some Grasshoppers
chirping, was highly enchanted; and, desiring
to possess the same charms of melody, de-
manded what sort of food they lived on, to
give them such beautiful voices. They replied,
"The dew." The Ass resolved that he would
only live upon dew, and in a short time died
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DAVID, THE SHEPHERD KING' AT THE BROOK.
DAVID, THE SHEPHERD KING OF ISRAEL.
On the next page you will find a picture of
David, king of Israel, in his early youth. His
brothers had gone to the war, and David fol-
lowed with provisions. The Giant of Gath was
calling for some champion to fight with him.
No man was found bold enough to confront the
blustering warrior, till at last the shepherd boy
from Bethlehem resolved to go forth in the
name of the Lord of Hosts and to battle for his
country. Refusing the heavy armor of Saul he
went down to the brook and gathered five
smooth stones, and with his sling went forth to
meet the foe of Israel. The giant was slain
with a stone from David's sling. Israel was
saved, and the daughters of the land made the
hills and valleys echo with this song: "Saul
hath slain his thousands, but David his tens of
Those, though in highest places, who slight
and disoblige their friends, shall infallibly come
to know the value of them by having none
when they shall most need them.
LITTLE MAY'S CHRISTMAS MORNING.
REAKFAST was late, to be sure, but the
children did not want anzy, it was enough
to feast their eyes upon what came out
of their Christmas stockings.
On the floor sat little May and Paul,
lg still in their night-dresses, just perfectly
t g happy with their hearts' desires,-- a doll
and a go-cart.
But this was the third time their mother had said,
" Now, let me dress you, my dears, and you shall have
your toys beside you at the breakfast-table."
Little May jumped up briskly, and was soon ready.
Paul followed suit, though it was trying to have him
cling so to that horse and cart, as if they could follow
him through his sleeves.
"Well, I'm thankful," said the weary mother, "that
you are dressed at last. What, if children had as
many arms or legs as caterpillars?"
It was a happy sight, as we all know,- bright little
faces at the Christmas breakfast-table!
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LITTLE MAY'S CHRISTMAS MORNING.
What if dolls and carts may get broken the next
day, the children's delight is so gay while it does last ?
This morning, May's mother wanted to teach her
another kind of happiness, that of making other
people happy. So she asked her how she would like
to put aside her doll for a little while, and take a
mince-pie to Mrs. Fowler, a poor old lady who lived
quite alone in a little, brown house at the end of the
long village street.
There was just half a sigh at first, but somehow
the real Christmas feeling filled the little girl's heart,
and made her want to make somebody else as happy
as she herself was.
In a minute, she raced out of the room, and then
came back to be wrapped like a little Red Ridinghood
in her winter scarlet.
When she was fairly out doors, she stood breathless
a moment at the beauty of everything, for last night
the first real snow-storm had come, covering with its
soft white all the unlovely frozen ground, draping the
skeleton trees with down and diamonds, and, best of
all, making first-rate sleighing.
As the child printed her new rubber-boots daintily
upon the untrodden snow by the roadside, she thought
how very nice it would be to ride instead; and, sud-
denly, as if a fairy had flown from the snow-crystals
and granted her wish, up the hill dashed a horse and
sleigh. Not alone, however. The pretty young lady
LITTLE MAY'S CHRISTMAS MORNING.
in the sleigh was Squire Denny's daughter, Jennie,
and the driver was Jennie's brother, Ralph, just
returned from California.
Little May's eyes were not for them so much a, for
the great prancing gray horse, and the gay sleigh, just
a dazzle of gilt and red, and jingling bells.
Miss Denny had to speak twice before May fairly
"Would you like to ride with us, dear? We are
going the rounds to collect goodies for poor Mrs.
Fowler. Won't you come, too? And do you think
your mother would like to send anything ?"
May, for answer, showed them her mince-pie; thi-n
Mr. Ralph lifted the little girl into the sleigh, turned
a charmingly short corner, then dashed off towards
Mrs. Fowler's little cottage.
At last, the gray horse stood still, and Miss Jennie,
little May, and the rest of the "goodies," w ,re
unloaded at Mrs. Fowler's door.
The first creak of the hinges roused a cackling,
crowing, and fluttering, and they found themselves
with a dusty crowd of hens. In the midst of all was
a little chirruping old woman, much like a mothbrlv
hen herself, as she cried, "Cut, cut, cut! There,
there! Go to your roost again, and show your man-
ners. Let the good people in, will you ? "
"Ralph, I declare for't! You didn't lose the crin-
kles out of your pooty hair while you was abroad.
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LITTLE MAY'S CHRISTMAS MORNING.
What! Something for my Christmas! Nice turkey,
all roasted, too. Well, I'm obleeged to you, I'm
Marthy-Jane,- I won't Jennie' you! No, no
That's a name for a bar-maid,-tell your 'ma I'm
obleeged to her for her victuals, and to you for bring-
ing them. And little May, too! Your 'ma is another
good one. Present my duty to all the good neighbors
that remembered the lone, old woman. Not so lone-
some, either, as I might be. My hens are my chil-
dren,--roost on my foot-board, wake up before you
want 'em to, just like children; want their breakfast,
too, before it's ready for them, and never appear their
best before strangers, like children again. But,
there, chickens will be children! My black Polly
there, I might say, is my favorite child,-- can't help
Haven't you some curiosities to show us, auntie? "
said Miss Jennie.
"Not as I know of," replied the old lady, rather
crossly. "There's the same old things you've seen,-
the petrified toad, the skin of the sea-serpent, the
bottle of holy water" (" I saw her myself when she
filled that bottle from the Kennebec," whispered Miss
Jennie, impolitely); "then," continued Mrs. Fowler,
"there's a piece of the boat Arnold, the treasoner,
sailed to Canada in. You know it got aground down
by my shoemack bush, and slivered off a piece." And
LITTLE MAY'S CHRISTMAS MORNING.
the old lady looked up with innocent eyes as she gave
this bit of history.
"She has told that story so many times," thought
Ralph, "that she believes it herself."
But what's under here, auntie? said Miss Jennie,
gently touching the curiously-covered table.
"Shu! shu! child! That's a show! Admission
ten cents; children half price."
Tickets, with reserved seats, were secured at
"Well, then," said the old lady, taking off the
cover, "if you must know, it is American History
to instruct the villagers (drive that little bantam
away, will you, Mnarthy-Jane)?--there, then. This is
George Washington holding up -"
"Not a hatchet, I hope," interrupted Ralph.
It is to be presumed he kept it even when he was
a president; and, at any rate," continued the old lady,
who disliked interruption, "it gives me a chance to
teach little boys to let cherry-trees alone.
Most of the characters are in pasteboard, but the
prominent ones I make out of dough.
"The military men are my favorites, for they look
well on a horse; but there's no rhyme nor reason in
mounting a lawyer, or a tailor, or any such character.
General Scott, now! What a fine appearance he makes.
I wish I could give these great men a voice; but the
most I can do is to make them move." And, then,
LITTLE MAY'S CHRISTMAS MORNING.
in some mysterious way, she caused the General's
horse to cross the parade-ground.
"This is the best of all," said the old lady, as she
started up another dough-puppet, who bore a small
hat, which he jerked back and forth among historical
Americans; and then, coming to the verge of the
stage, held it appealingly to Mr. Ralph and Miss
Jennie. They took it, and filled it with silver coin.
"Oh, you did not notice Benjamin Franklin, with
his kite. Where is Franklin? 0! that sly Pollyl
She has eaten him 'most up!" It was too true. The
great philosopher had come to an untimely end.
The visitors hastened to leave, knowing that the
old lady's temper could not bear much.
Charming to be out again in the snow and sun.
shine, with the dancing bells.
Not till little May stood by her own door did she
think of her Christmas-doll. But it was all the more
precious, because she had forgotten it for a little while
in striving to make some one else happy.
OUR NEW BABY.
Our new baby's learned to walk,
Oh dear! it is such fun,
For down he goes upon his nose,
Each time he tries to run.
Then up he'll get, hold tight the chair,
Look round at us and crow;
Then off he'll run, all full of fun,
And down again he'll go.
A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds.
Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore.
For age and want save while you may;
No morning sun lasts all the day.
ONLY A BABY.
TO A LITTLE ONE JUST A WEEK OLD.
Only a baby,
'Thout any hair,
'Cept just a little
Fuz here and there.
Only a baby,
Name you have none-
Barefooted and dimpled,
Sweet little one.
Only a baby,
Teeth none at all;
What are you here for,
You little scold?
Only a baby!
What should I be?
Lots o' big folks
Been little like me.
An't dot any hair?
'Es I have too;
S'pos'n I hadn't,
Dess it tood gro.
Not any teeth-
Wouldn't have one;
Don't dit my dinner
Gnawin' a bone.
What am I here for?
'At's pretty mean;
Who's dot a better right
'Tever you've seen?
What am I dood for,
Did you say?
Eber so many tings,
'Tourse I squall sometimes
Sometimes I bawl;
Zay dassant spant me,
'Taus I'm so small.
Only a baby!
'Es, sir, 'at's so;
'N if you only could,
You'd be one, too,
'At's all I've to say;
You're most too old;
Dess I'll det into bed,
Toes dittin' cold.
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A SAILOR'S STORY,
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That the plural 4,f goqse isn't :on,es n"r go.-,--, ;
And rn m min ..- -r, th-llgh holu ,-e in th, plrlu l, i I,-, i us s.
The plural > .,f mini h- u.s l :.e mice, not in. 'i .
M ou-..-, it is tri-, in the plural is mic-,
But 11ith pir-'lI of hi. iu -_ sh-.iilll le lhi.i -,-l, nnct 1 hic,-:
A nd .::r it i crr -, in rth- plural i f-o, t,
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A LITTLE PHILOSOFI''IIER.
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A n't: e ile ..-:ich,' r,' often cold.
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As h'- .hi.tls a!,,n th-.: wa ?
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As : i-' hl i -tic; al onii tie street ?
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For a pair of sh','
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The -no iii i d.-:p, th-rn- ari [aths toLu break,
But thi- little arm is -,ton,,
And viork i; \ilaY if \o.i'll ''inly take
Y,:'ir work \, ithi a Lit of a song.
And Johnny McCree,
Oh, what cares he,
As he whistles along the road?
He will do his best,
And will leave the rest
To the care of his Father, God.
The mother's face it is often sad,
She scarce knows what to do;
But at Johnny's kiss she is bright and glada-
She loves him, and wouldn't you?
For Johnny McCree,
Oh, what cares he,
As he whistles along the ways ?
The trouble will go,
And I told you so,"
Our brave little John will say,
'' ISS me, Will," sang Marguerite
IX To a pretty little tune,
Holding up her dainty mouth,
Sweet as roses born in June,
Will was ten years old that day,
And he pulled her golden curls,
Teasingly, and- answer made,
I'm too old-I don't kiss girls. "
Ten years pass, and Marguerite
Smiles as Will kneels at her feet,
Gazing fondly in her eyes,
Praying, "Won't you kiss me sweetF "
She is seventeen to-day;
With her birthday ring she toys
For a moment, then replies;
"I'm too old-I don't kiss boys!"
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THE SNOW BALL.
liURRIAH! hurrah! for the snow. What a big ball we
:I l. have made! Little Ned has his wheelbarrow to help
""-II: carry the snow. Kitty and Bess have not got their
hats; they will catch cold, I fear. Nurse does not know
they are out; but they are good little girls, and will go in when
she calls them.
LIFE is a see-saw game at best,
And whether you're up or down,
Do your duty, and don't forget
'Tis better to laugh than frown.
FATHER IS COMING.
ll~' AK! bark! I hear his footsteps now;
S- He's through the garden-gate.
1. IRun, little Bess, and ope the door,
And do not let him wait.
Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands,
For father on the threshold stands.
THE SHIEEP1-SHIEARIN.-A young mother led forth her little
daughter Ida to see the sheep-shearing. But the little maiden
wept at the sight, and said, "Oh, how cruel it is of men to treat
the poor creatures thus !"
Not so," answered her mother; "for thus has it been ordered
by the good God, so that man may be clothed with their wool.
For man comes into the world without covering."
But how the poor sheep will shiver now !" exclaimed Ida.
"Ah, no!" replied her mother; "God gives to man the warm
clothing, and to the shorn lamb He sends the soft summer air."
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A PLEASING and easily arranged substitute for a tree is across. This is
arranged by making a rough cross out of pine planks or boards securely
fastened to a flat base. Cover the cross heavily with evergreen, and place
the monogram I. H. S. in large gilt or white letters at the center. Hang
gifts on the front of the cross by use of screw-hooks, and suspend them
from the back from common- nails. A row of candles across the arms and
top of the cross is effective; and, if incandescent light is to be obtained, a
most brilliant effect is produced by putting a complete border of tri;ght
lights around the cross; and even this effect is intensified by having the
lights in different-colored globes. The cross is especially appropriate for
Christmas exercises, and the programme should be arranged with reference
to that fact.
FRENCH BLIND MAN'S BUFF.
Children form in a circle. One is in the center, blindfolded and
furnished with a stick. The children dance around in a circle, to music if
possible, until the blindfolded person knocks the stick on the floor. Then
they stop instantly. The blindfolded person lifts the stick to some one
the circle, and asks a question. The one addressed answers in a disguised
voice. As soon as the blindfolded guesses any one by means nf the voice,
he charn.gs places with that person.
GAME OF ADJECTIVES.
One player writes a letter, which of course he does not show, lea ,ng
blanks for adjectives. He then asks each player for an adjective, filling up
the spaces in order as he receives them. The letter is likely to cause a
laugh when completed.
By a little ingenuity and the use of some laths, some heavy wire, and a
child's four-wheeled hand-cart-as large a one as possible-a very beautiful
fairy chariot can be made, by the introduction of which a most pleasing
enterta:iinimnt is easily arranged. With the material above named, it is easy
to build a chariot. It should be made as fanciful and graceful as po.lsile.
The canopy can be made by the use of a parasol, and the seat should be at
the back, and elevated. The chariot should be drawn in by four little fairies
dressed in pale pink, blue, green and yellow. The fairy queen, w hol occu-
pies the seat in the chariot under the canopy, should be dress.,d in pure
white, and carry a wand and a bouquet. The gifts may be placed in the
chariot, but nothing should be visible that could possibly injure the fairy
A very unique and easily arranged entertainment is that of an umbrella
in place of a tree. Take a large sized umbrella-a fancy colored one, such
as is used for advertising, or a large express-wagon umbrella-is especially
good for this purpose; bore a hole through the top just below the ferrule;
pass a heavy cord through the hole, and suspend from the ceiling, the um-
brella being spread, of course. Decorate profusely with tissue paper, paper
chains, pop-corn, or any of the ornamentations commonly used on trees. By the
use of pin-hooks the gifts can be hung on the cloth, and also on the ribs of
the umbrella. By a liberal display of tasty decorations this can :b- made
very effective and beautiful, and the work of preparing and clearing away, is so
much less than that attending a tree that the umbrella is especially desirable
for parlor use.
A large cornucopia can be easily made out of pasteboard, and covered
with gilt and colored paper. This should be hung from the ceiling by two
strong cords, the large end of the cornucopia h: n~in lower than the small
end. A cover should be securely fastened over the mouth, or large end, of
the cornucopia, so that, when the fastening on top is untied or cut, the cover
will fall back, allowing the contents to roll out. Each gift should be carefully
wrapped, so as to prevent breakage. It is best that the mouth of the cornu-
copia should hang so as to empty the gifts out upon a large table.
This is a gathering in masks and costumes. A book of Dickens is to be
selected to furnish characters for the party. Each person is expected to
appear on the appointed evening in the character assigned him, masked, cos-
tumed, and all the conversation is to be in exact accordance with the charac-
ters assumed. The players are to guess each other's assumed names and
Suppose, for example, the book selected is Bleak House." "Joe" will
appear as a forlorn street-boy with broom, and will sustain that character in
the evening's conversation.
MI Lady Dedlock" will be superb and dignified. Mrs. Jellyby" will
talk to all of her African Mission, and solicit aid for Borrioboola Gha. Mr.
Turveydrop" will be very stiff and formal, and have much to say about "de-
portment." So with a dozen or more characters.
A Shakespeare party is arranged in the same way, a play being selected
for the characters, and each character is to appear in appropriate costume,
and masked, and is to assume the ancient form of conversation. This might
be followed by a Longfellow, Whittier, Cooper, or Lowell party.
A very delightful evening entertainment can be got up by having
some interesting story read or poem recited, and illustrating its most pictu-
resque portions by a tableau, the reader pausing while the curtain draws
back revealing the grouped figure, then continuing the story until there is
another opportunity for an illustration. Of course, the management of the
tableaux requires taste and skill, but with a little practice it can be rendered
very effective. The arrangement for stage and curtain is simply done by
laying on the floor blocks of wood the required height, placing over them
planks in such a way as they will not tip, and then covering the whole with
carpet or rugs. In front of this platform extend a heavy wire fastened to
small hooks screwed in the wall; the curtain, made of any dark material, is
attached to the wire by rings.
The players sit or stand round the room in a circle. The leader assigns
to each some musical instrument, as harp, flute, violoncello, trombone, etc.,
and also selects one for himself. Some well-known tune is then given out,
and the players all begin to play accordingly, each doing his best to imitate,
both in sound and action, the instrument which has been assigned to him,
the effect being generally extremely harmonious. The leader commences
with his own instrument, but without any warning suddenly ceases, and
begins instead to perform on the instrument assigned to one or other of
the players. Such player is bound to notice the change, and forthwith to
take to the instrument just abandoned by the leader, incurring a forfeit if
he fails to do so.
CROSS QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS.
The company sit around, and each one whispers a question to his neigh-
ber on the right, and then each one whispers an answer, so that each
answers the question propounded by some other player, and of the purport
of which he is of course ignorant. Then every player has to recite the ques-
tion he received from one player and the answers he got from the other, and
the ridiculous incongruity of these random cross questions and crooked
answers will frequently excite a good deal of sport. One, for instance, may
say, I was asked 'if I considered dancing agreeable ?' and the answer was,
'Yesterday fortnight.'"' Another may declare, 'I was asked If I had seen
the comet?' and the answer was, He was married last year!'" A third, I
was asked 'What I liked the best for dinner'?' and the answer was, 'The
Emperor of China ?'"
WHAT IS ON IT.
Undertake to tell, after something has been written on a piece of paper,
what is on it. Take the writing, roll it up, and, after a few passes of the
hand, say, Now drop the paper on the ground in the middle of the room,
and, to deprive me of all the chance of taking it up, place it under both your
feet." I then proceed to take up any object named and inform you at once
what is on the paper. After a few mysterious moments to keep the specta-
tors on the alert, you turn to the person standing on the paper and say, I
engaged to inform you what is on the paper. You are on it!"
THE MINISTER'S CAT.
Draw your chairs in a sort of circle and let each person name an adjec-
tive beginning with the letter A, in this way: "The minister's cat is ambi-
tious," says one. Amphibious, esthetic, ancient, active, athletic, antarctic,
say others, until everything beginning with that letter is thought of. Then
the letter B is used. "The minister's cat is bumptious." Others say bellig-
erent, bankrupt, benignant, beseeching, beautiful, etc. When you come to
C, the cat is cautious, courteous, contesting, confiding, cataleptic, contradict-
ing, cruel, etc.
THE ORDER OF THE WHISTLE.
The candidate for admission to this Order must not have seen the game
before. Blindfold him and go through with such mock initiation as your
ingenuity may suggest, the most important part of which will be to put upon
him a cloak from the back of which must hang a short string with a small
whistle at the end. Then tell him that only one thing remains to be done
to make him a member: he must ascertain who has the whistle, and, after
sounding it once, unblind him and let the fun begin. Some one at his back
uses the whistle; he turns to seize it, and of course carries it to some one else
to sound, and so the sport goes on.
WHAT IS MY THOUGHT LIKE?
The party sitting around as usual, one of them thinks of some person,
place, or thing-the Emperor Napoleon (the first or third will do), New
York, a coal-scuttle, the Island of Tahiti-anything, in fact, that first occurs
to him-and then he asks each of the company in turn, "What is my thought
like?" They, in complete ignorance as to the nature of the said thought
reply at random. One says, for instance, "like a steam-engine;" another,
"like a cavern;" a third, "like a tea-kettle." When an opinion has thus
been collected from each one, the questioner tells what his thought was, and
each player, under penalty of a forfeit, has to give a reason for the answer
made to the first question. We will suppose, continuing the instance just
begun, that the questioner says to the first in the company, "My thought
was Napoleon III. Now, why is Napoleon III like a steam-engine?" The
answer is ready enough: "Because he goes at an "uncommonly fast pace."
"Why is he like a cavern?" "Because his depth is one of his distinguishing
qualities," replies the second. "Why is he like a tea-kettle?" "Of course,
because he boils over occasionally," says the third player, triumphantly; and
so the game goes merrily on through the circle
ONE OLD OX OPENING OYSTERS.
This is a capital round game, and will tax the memory and the gravity
of the youngsters. The company being seated, the fugleman says:
" One old ox opening oysters," which each must repeat in turn with perfect
gravity. Any one who indulges in the slightest giggle is mulcted of a forfeit
forthwith. When the first round is finished the f:gleman begins again:
"Two toads totally tired, trying to trot to Troy;" and the others repeat in
turn, each separately, One old ox opening oysters; Two toads, totally tired,
etc." The third round is, Three tawny tigers tickling trout," and the round
recommences: "One old ox, etc.; Two toads, totally, etc.; Three tawny
tigers; etc." The fourth round, and up to the twelfth and last, given out by
the fugleman successively, and repeated by the other players, are as follows:
" Four fat friars fanning a fainting fly; Five fair flirts flying to France for
fashion; Six Scotch salmon selling six sacks of sour-krout; Seven small
soldiers successfully shooting snipe; Eight elegant elephants embarking for
Europe; Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils; Ten tipsy tailors teasing
a titmouse; Eleven early earwigs eagerly eating eggs; and Twelve twittering
tomtits on the top of a tall, tottering tree." Any mistake in repeating this
legend, or any departure from the gravity suitable to the occasion, is to be
punished by the infliction of a forfeit; and the game has been seldom known
to fail in producing a rich harvest of those little pledges. Of course, a good
deal depends on the serio-comic gravity of the fugleman.
THE BLIND POSTMAN.
This is a new variation of an old game called Marching around Jeru-
salem." It is, however, more dramatic than the old-time favorite. The host
will usually offer his services as postmaster-general, or will assign the position
to some prominent guest. The postmaster-general appoints a postman, who
is blindfolded, after which the company seat themselves around the sides of
the room so as to leave a large open space.
Cards must be prepared in anticipation of the play, on each of which is
printed the name of some city, all of the cards having a different name, as
" Boston," New York," Paris," Berlin," "London," Rome," etc. These
are distributed among the company each receiving the name of a city.
The postmaster-general takes a position where he can speak to the entire
company, and the postman takes his place in the middle of the room. He
now calls the names of two cities:
Boston to New York !"
The players bearing these names must instantly rise and endeavor to
change seats with each other, and the blind postman must try to capture one
of them before they' can make the change. Should he succeed, he can exact
a forfeit of the person caught, who in turn becomes the blind postman; and
so the game proceeds.
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"Though my beak is pointed, and their beaks are round,
Is that any reason that I should be drowned ?"
"Why should I not swim, then, as well as a duck ?
I think I shall venture, and so try my luck!
"For," said she (spite of all that her mother had taught her),
"I'm really remarkably fond of the water."
So in this poor ignorant chick rashly flew,
But soon found her dear mother's cautions were true:
She splashed, and she dashed, and she turned herself round,
And heartily wished herself safe on the ground.
But now 'twas too late to begin to repent:
The harder she struggled the deeper she went;
And when every effort she vainly had tried,
She slowly sunk down to the bottom and died.
IT was but one little blow-
Passion's sudden overflow-
Scarcely heeded in its fall:
But, once loosed, the fiery soul
Would no longer brook control;
Laws it spurned, defied them all,
Till the hands, love-clasped in vain,
Wore the murderer's crimson stain.
ROBIN AND ROSE.
OWN on the grass, where tall meadow-sweet grows,
Waved by the winds of the West,
Brave little Robin and dear little Rose,
Happy as birds in a nest,
Gather bright blossoms, and prattle away
Merrily one to another;
No pair of linnets chirp brighter than they-
Loving sweet sister and brother!
Rosie's straw hat is all garlanded round
With a, delicious festoon;
Chbo~i ,\\ il of daisy-blooms, fresh from the ground ;
Ox-eyes as fair.as the moon.
Wind-innio-;, seems to be floating along
Over the sister and brother,
Like this refrain of a beautiful song--
Little ones, love one another!"
"WHAT are hylas? ask you. Only toads!
Little tree-toads, brown and gree-n and gray;
Not like those that hop about the roads,-
Smaller, slenderer, prettier, than they.
All the winter long, they hide and sleep
In the damp earth's bosom, safe and fast;
When the warm rains find them, out they creep,
Glad to feel that April's come at last,
Glad and grateful, up the trees they climb,-
Pour their cheerful music on the air,
Crying, "Here's an end of snow and rimel *
Beauty is beginning everywhere!"
Listen, children, for so sweet a cry!
Listen, till you hear fhe hylas sing,
Ere the first star glitters in the sky,
In the crimson sunsets of the spring.