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Group Title: Sunny days series
Title: Little dreamers
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Title: Little dreamers
Series Title: Sunny days series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Donohue, Henneberry & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Donohue, Henneberry & Co.
Place of Publication: Chicago
Publication Date: c1897
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 -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Statement of Responsibility: by Cousin Kittie.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house-
Not a creature was stirring, .excepting'a mouse
That had crept through the wainsco' to nibble the crumbs
The children had scattered with fingers and thumbs.
And mamma with a headache, and I with. a cough,
Had just gone to bed, td sleep them both off,
When there came from the nursery such a strange noise.
Mamma whispered softly, "'That's some of the boys !"
I sprang from my pillow, and sped like a flash,'
Exclaiming, in anger, "I'll settle. their hash !"'
When what to my listening ears should uprise
But a chorus of groans, and of moans, and of sighs.
From the six little beds that stood all irra row
'Gainst the wall, faintly lit by the candle's soft glow,
There was.Tom, Bill and Harry, Bob, Mamie and Dick.
I knew in a moment that they were quite sick!
For, stuffed with plum pudding, pie, turkey and cake,
Each in anguish cried out I've a terrible ache :
I called for mamma, and without more ado,
Away for the family doctor I flew.
His round.face was ruddy, his stomach was large,
But small when compared with the fee he would charge;
He, felt of each pulse, at each tongue took a look,
And said.: I can read the whole thing like a book.
For gorging themselves they deserve a good wallop,
But I'll cure them, don't fear, with a measure of jalap."
And'laying his finger aside of his nose,,
Straight to a big bottle of physic he goes;
To each gives a dose, says they'll soon be all right;"
SHands his bill with a flourish, and bids me good-night."


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The storyof "Little Jack Horner," with the rhyme
about him, is founded on a real incident.
When the monasteries were dissolved, and their'
property seized by Henry VI I I. in 1539, Abbot
Whiting, the Abbot of Glastonbury, refused to sur-
render his monastery, so he was ordered to send all
his title-deeds to the Royal Commissioners in.
London. After some delaythe Abbot resolved to
send them, but he was at a loss to know howv to do
so without running the risk of their being seized on
the way.. At length he hit upon the novel idea of
putting them in a pie, and sending it as a present
to the Commissioners. There was' a boy named
Jack Horner, the son of poor parents living in the
neighborhood of Mells Abbey, and him the Abbot
chose as his messenger, thinking that no one would
interfere with a poor boy carrying a pie tied up in
a cloth.
So Jack set out with the pie on his weary journey
towards London. He grew tired and sat down by
the way-side to rest; and worse ,still, he grew.
hungry. So he opened his parcel and looked
longingly at the pie. There must be something
very nice inside, he thought-perhaps plurms! Could
he not get one without the pie being any. the worse?

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A lady who is fond' ofanimals owned a fine
spaniel aid a beautiful black arid white kitten, which '
- were on the very best terms with each other and
with the children: They were both very kindly
treated, but the kitten was inclined tobe mischievous'
i notwithstanding. On one occasion Miss Kitty
'helped herself -to some fish which was placed be-
fore the kitcheii fire., "Discipline must be main-
tained'," even when dealing with: kittens'; so pussy
was punished. The dog seeing her friend in trouble,
went across the kitchen to the kitten, laid her paws
round her neck, embraced. her, and finally lay down
- by her and licked her all over,.showing by every
means the tenderest of sympathy and affection.
From that time on the spaniel took the greatest care
of kitty; let her sleep with her, aad in every way
treated her as if she were a little puppy and herself
a good mother.
It is often remarked of people who quarrel with
their neighbors, that they are like'" dog and cat."
Cruel and thoughtless men and boys are aptto urge
dogs to run after and frighten poor cats; The dogs
think therefore that they are only.following-"orders"
in hurting the cats. If they were, when young,
better trained, cats and dogs would probably live in
peace together and be good friends, like those in
this pretty'picture by Harrison Weir.




Little Carrie Marcum was the daughter of the
village Miller, and she loved to romp in the
meadow near her father's old mill or ramble
through the shady woods along the banks of the
little stream which turned the great wheel of the
mill. In the pleasant summer weather she would
spend many a happy hour gathering flowers in the
meadow or woods and sit for a long time in some
shady nook by the brook-side wreathing them into
garlands or making them up into beautiful
Once when she had gathered her little apron
full of the choicest, flowers to be found in the
meadow and woods, she went to her father's mill
and asked to be weighed. When her father was
getting the scales ready she said, Papa, isn't it
funny that you did not notice that I have my apron
full of flowers If you weigh me and the flowers
together you can't tell how much is me and how
much is flowers."
Mr. Marcum smiled pleasantly and said, "Well,
Carrie, we'll weigh girl and flowers together first,
and then the flowers separately. Can you tell me
how I can then determine your weight ?"
"Subtract the flowers' weight from mine,"
replied Carrie. jIt was done. There were thirty-
two pounds of girl and one pound of flowers.

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The manager of a silk manufactoryin Bengal was
driven nearly to his wits' end by the mischief com-
mitted among his mulberry-trees by a flock of
monkeys who lived in the neighboring jungle..
At last he resorted to the following strange method
to get rid of them.- Having captured one of the
youngest'of the monkeys, he procured a large bowl
of molasses and a bottle of tartar emetic-a. drug
that makes one dreadfully sick--he well mixed a
pretty strong dose with the molasses and sponged
the youngster with the'mixture from head to foot;
then, holding him firmly by the back of the neck and
tail, he carried and placed him on the ground beneath
a large clump of trees, from the branches of which
the flock had been watching the proceedings.
Having retreated to a safe.distance he-waited the
result. The little chap, on first being released,
Scrambled up a tree, and was soon joined by his
companions, who.first began pulling him about, but
finding him sweet and sticky, at once proceeded to
lick him- clean; and as* the molasses at first was
much :to their taste, they jostled and fought one
Another till nearly all were smeared and began
Slicking themselves clean; But a change soon took
place; first one and then another dropped from
the tree, until they were all, rolling on the ground
in such agonies of sickness that you ,might have
caught fifty. The physic proved quite enough for
them, as they scrambled away as soon as they were
able to crawl, and never came back.






But say what you will about the general useful-
ness of boys, a farm without a boy would .very. soon
come to grief. He is always in demand. In the
first place,'he is, tb do all the errands, go to the
store, the post-office, and to carry all sorts of mes-
sages. He would like to have as many legs as a
wheel has spokes, and rotate about in the same
way. This he sometimes tries to do, and people
who have seen him "turning cart-wheels" along the
side of the road have supposed he was amusing
himself and idling his time. He was only trying
to invent a new mode of locomotion, so that he
could economize his legs and do his errands with
greater dispatch. Leap-frog is one of his methods
of getting over the ground quickly. He has a
natural genius for combining pleasure with business.


Dear little Dickie, come hop down here,
From your perch on that tree so brown
and bare;
All your pretty companions with sum-
mer are flown,
And poor little Robin is left alone.
The cold, cold snow,falls fast and thick
On your feathery coat, my poor little
Dick !
But God made the coat, and it's warmer
Than we may quite think in that leafless
See at my window,Dick, how I've spread
All about dainty crumbs of soft white
For your dinner, my birdie; and every

You'll always find some, if you come
this way.
"Pick, pecky, pick !" how-I love the
Of your sharp little -beak on the
frosty ground !
Then your sweet chirrupp twee !" as
away you fly,
I'm sure it means "Thank you! good-
bye, good-bye!"
Come then, my blithe little birdie
And eat the nice dinner I've spread
for you here;
Then off to your tree you can flutter
And sing us your song through the
winter day.


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Sam was a little black boy of aninquiring:mind,
but whose education had been neglected, and'as he.
waited at his master's table, he listened to the con-
versation going on amongst the guests. ,Now his
master's friends were men of business, and their
Stalk was of money. Sam could not be in the room'
all the time, so he only 'heard fragments of their
discourse, such as, "Tomkyns is making money!"
'"Ah," said another, "he has put five thousand dollars
in his ground." "It will soon grow,".sai'd.a'third
guest. "He will turn it all over. It will double
itself in a year." -
Sam listened intently; he thought he had found
out w~hy "de bosses" had so much money-they put
it in the ground and it grew; so as soon as he got
possession of a dollar he determined to put his
.newly-acquired knowledge into practice. Slipping
into the garden, when he thought he. was unob--
served, he dug a hole under some magnolias; and
after patting his dollar affectionately and telling it
to "be a.good boy and grow quick," he placed it in
the hole and carefully covered it up. After wait-
ing for a few weeks he went again, and digging up
,the ground he turned the dollar over, and, cover-
ing it up, left it- untouched for several months.
When he again paid it a visit he found it without
a single cent of increase, he gazed at it ruefully,
and exclaiming Him not grow. a bit!" he put it
in his pocket and went sadly away.


The mill goes toiling slowly around,
With steady and solemn creak,
And my little one hears in the kindly sound
The voice of the old mill speak;
While round and round those big white wings
Grimly and ghostlike creep,
My little one hears that the old mill sings,
Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"
The sails are reefed and the nets are drawn,
And over his pot of beer
The fisher, against the morrow's dawn,
Lustily maketh cheer;
He mocks at winds that caper along
From the far-off clamorous deep,
But we-we love their lullaby-song
Of "Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"
Shaggy old Fritz in slumber sound,
Groans of the stony'mart-
To-morrow how proudly he'll trot you round
Hitched to our new milk cart!
And you shall help me blanket the kine,
And fold the gentle sheep,
And set the herring a-soak in brine-
But now, little tulip, sleep!
A Dream-One comes to button the eyes
That wearily droop and blink,
While the old mill buffets the frowning skies
And scolds at the stars that wink;
Over your face the misty wings
Of that beautiful Dream-One sweep,
And rocking your cradle, she softly sings:
"Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"



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'Where will you find- a healthy, hearty boy who
does not like to slide ; Hardly anywhere, I should
think. Oh what fun it is on a brisk winter
morning, with.Jack Frost nipping at your ears, to
run and slide down hill with a lot of jolly boys and
girls. To be sure there is a little danger in it--
danger of losing your cap, and your balance in
attempting to recover it-and falling "kerplump"
into the snow. But that's a part of the fun, isn't
it? Just look at the boys in the picture and see how
they are holding out their hands to keep their bal-
ance. One has lost his cap'and is making a -des-'
perate effort to keep from losing his balance. Do
you think he can save himself from falling?
Summer joys are o'er;
Flowdrets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping
Through the snow-drifts peeping,
Cheerful evergreen
Rarely now is seen.
Now no plunmed throng
Charms the wood with .song;
Ice-bound trees are glittering;
.,Merry snow-birds twittering,-
Fondly strive to cheer
Scenes so cold and drear..
Winter, still I see
Many charms in thee-
I love thy chilly greeting,
Snow-storms fiercely beating,'
And dear delights
Of the long, long nights.


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I presume that most any small boy can tell what -
'the boys in the picture are doing. That they are
playing "leap frog" is plain to be seen. They live
in the country and have been to town to help the
town people celebrate the Fourth of July.
You will notice that- one of the boys has no hat
on his head, and perhaps you would like to know
what has become, of it.' Look under his arm and
you will get a glimpse of what there is left of it, the.
rest of the hat is missing. And this is how it
happened:' While the boys were in town each of
them bought several packs of firecrackers and fired
them off on the public square. One of the boys
placed a pack of lighted firecrackers under his hat,
just to see what they would do. The result was
a very sad one for the hat, 'for it was so blackened,
and scorched, anhdburnt full of holes,. that it was
no longer fit to wear. The boy don't seem to care
much about it, however, and is having as good a
time on the way home as the other boys. What
there is left of his hat he has stuffed into his coat
pocket and is hoping that "mother" will be able to
fix it all right when he gets home.


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As Elisha, the venerable prophet of God,."was
going up by the way" to Beth-el, "there came
forth little children out of the city, and mocked him,
and said unto him, "Go up, thou baldhead; go up,
thou baldhead. And he turned back, and looked
on them, and cursed them in the name. of the Lord:
and there came forth two she-bears out of the wood,
and tore forty and two children of them." Dr.
Watts, in his "Divine Songs for Children," thus
forcibly presents the story and its moral:

The lips that dare be so profane
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
At holy things and holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children in their wanton play
Served old Elisha so,
And bid the prophet go his way-
"Go up, thou bald head, go !"
God quickly stopped their wicked breath,
And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood and groans and tears.
Great God, .how terrible art Thou,
To sinners ne'er so young!
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.


Boys who live where there are no mountains
near know nothing of the enjoyment there is in
mountain climbing. But boys who live in moun-
tainous, regions understand very well how much
pleasure and health are to be derived from the
exercise of climbing the sides-of lofty hills and
The boys in the picture are out for an all-day
climb among the mountains of Switzerland. They
are not used to mountain climbing, for they are
American boys who have lived all their lives in
an Iowa town, far from any mountains, or even
high hills. Their parents have taken them with
them on a trip through Switzerland,.and the boys
ar-making the most of their opportunity to enjoy
themselves among the magnificent Swiss moun-
tains. The old experienced guide watches them
very carefully to prevent any accident befalling
'them, for well he knows that a single misstep
might cause their fall down some deep chasm in
the mountain. The boys seem to understand the,
danger that besets them, and are moving along
with great caution. They will have exciting stories
to tell when they return to their prairie land home.

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When the wise men had gone, the angel of the
Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream, saying,
"Arise, and take the young child and his mother,
and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I brihg
thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to
destroy him." Then Joseph arose from his bed
and took the child Jesus and his mother, and in the
darkness of the night escaped into Egypt. And
it was well that he did; for when Herod found
that the wise men did not return and reveal to
him the place where the child Christ was, he was
very angry, for he intended to have the child killed,
for fear it might supplant him on the throne. And-
he "sent forth, and slew all the children that were
in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from
two years old and under, according ,to the time
which he had diligently inquired of the wise
men. Joseph remained in Egypt with the
child Jesus and his mother for several months.
"But when Herod was dead, behold, an
angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to
Joseph in Egypt, saying, Arise, and take the
young child:and his mother, and go into the land
of Israel; for they are dead who sought the young
child's life. And he .arose, and took the young
child and his mother, and came into the land of



Christmas Day! and the joy-bells ring,
With a merry, merry.swing,
Telling of the Savior born
On the first glad Christmas morn-
Whisp'ring, Sing as now sing we;
Raise your voices gleefully !
Sing sing!
While we ring!
Raise, your voices gleefully !
Noel, Noel; peal the bell ;
Echo, too, the glad truth tells,
Clashing back from every hill
'' Peace on earth, to men good will;"
Whispering, Come with mirth and glee;
Raise your voices merrily;
Sing, sing;
Raise your voices merrily."

Sing a song of Christmas !
Pockets full' of gold ;
Plums and cakes for Polly's stocking,
More than it can hold.
Pudding in the great pot,
Turkey on the spit,
Merry faces round the fire-
Sorry? not a bit!
Sing a song of Christmas!
Carols in the street,
Bundles going home with people,
Everywhere we meet.
Holly, fir and spruce bpughs
Green upon the wall,
Spotless snow along the road.
More going to fall.

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Christ did not perform miracles just-for the pur-
pose of convincing the people what he could do.
All of his miracles were wrought with some benev-
olent purpose in view, such as healing the sick,
restoring the blind to sight, and raising Lazarus
from the dead.
The feeding of the multitude in the wilderness
was no exception to this rule. He had gone
thither probably for the purpose of meditation and
prayer, and was followed by the people. "And
when it was evening, his disciples came to him,
saying: 'This is a desert place, and the time is
now past; send the multitude away; that they may
go into the villages, and buy themselves victuals.'
But Jesus said unto them: 'They need not depart;
give ye them to eat.' And they say unto him,
'We have here but five loaves, and two fishes.'
He said, 'Bring them hither to me.' And he
commanded the multitude to sit down on the grass,
and took the five loaves, and the two fishes,' and,
looking up to heaven, He blessed, and brake, and
gave the loaves to his disciples, and the disciples to
the multitude. And they did all eat, and were
filled! and they took up of the fragments that
remained, twelve baskets full. And they that had
eaten were about five thousand men, besides women
and children."-Matt. xiv.



-DO not imagine that any -little boy who reads this book would
choose as his model of manhood, a bull-dog dressed in man's
clothes. -And yet there have been little boys in the world who
have grown up to manhood with no higher ambition than to be a prize-
fighter- a. miserable imitatorof this ferocious aniaial. Do you -not
think that such human brutes are inferior specimens of creation to the
savage animals they imitate? Brutality is natural to the bull-dog, but -
a human being must become very much depraved before he will choose
this pugnacious animal as his model of manhood.'
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God has made them so;
Let lions and tigers growl and fight,
For'tis their nature to;
S But little children ne'er should let
Their angry passions rise,
Their little hands were never made
To tear each others eyes.


SAID little Grace to little Bess,
I guess I'll make my doll a dress." .
Said little Bess tb little Grace,
I think you'd better wash its face!"
"Wash it's face, indeed !" cried Grace .
In.conscious wisdom, she grew.prouder-
I'll do like grown-up ladies do,
Just put on grease and lots of powder.!"

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David did not remain long in favor with the
king; for Saul became jealous of him because the
people gave him greater praise, than. himself.
David felt that his life was no longer "safe, and
disclosed his fears to Jonathan. His friend told
him not to fear, and he would ascertain, for- a cer-
tainty whether or not his father sought David's.
life. And he made a solemn promise that he would
save David, and the friends agreed that when
David had been three days tin hiding, he should
go to a certain spot and watch secretly behind a
stone, and Jonathan would come with his bow'and
arrows and shoot in that direction. When he had
shot he would bid a little boy fetch him his
arrows; and if he said to the boy, "The arrows are
on this side of thee," then David might know there,
was no danger; but if he said, "The arrows are
beyond thee," then David might know that the
king was seeking his life, and make his escape.
Jonathan having ascertained that the king really
sought David's life, at the time appointed, took his
bow and arrows, and went out into the field where
David was hiding, and there, by the plan agreed
upon, made known the terrible truth to David.'
David then came out of his hiding-place, and
the friends kissed each other and wept together, and
promising never to forget each other, they parted.
David to seek a refuge from the jealous king, and
Jonathan to return to the city.




I was working in my garden one day in the end of June,
The sun shone high in the clear blue sky, and the clock had just struck
I mused o'er my earliest childhood-my earliest friends, and lo,
There rose up the picture of a child in the dear dim Long-ago :
She holds in her arms a puppy, and smilingly shows it to me,
Her cheeks they are rosy and chubby, all dimpled with baby glee;
Her hair is dark and wavy, her brown'eyes full of fun,
And she wears a blue straw bonnet to shelter from the sun.

She gathers daisies and kingcups till her pockets are more than full,
And dreams of the far-away city where she soon must go to school;
Her home it is rustic and lonely in the land of the river Ness,
But she loves her rural dwelling, does dear little -brown-eyed Bess.
One time-ah! how well I remember, it seems like yesterday,
Dear Bessie came to visit me, just nine years past last May:
Beneath the hawthorn blossoms, hearts full of childish bliss,
We vowed eternal friendship, and sealed it with a kiss;
And I plucked a bright pink rosebud to fasten in her dress-
She was six years old that summer, was dear little brown-eyed Bess.

I remember very little of all she said to me,
But I know we loved each other with childish love and free;
I remember romping gaily around some little ricks,



Two babies were born on the very same day;
The one in a mansion of beauty and light,
The other, poor little one, far, far away,
In an underground cellar, where never a ray
Of sunshine would gladden his sight.
The first little baby whenever he wept
Was laid in a moment on mother's kind breast;
And when she perceived that the little one slept,
So softly she rose, and so gently she stepped,
And laid him all sweetly to rest.
The other dear baby, lay weeping alone,
How cold were his hands, and his tiny wee feet!
But no one regarded his sorrowful moan,
His mother, intemperate, left him alone
While she wandered all over the street.
The first little baby, when able to run,
Went toddling about in a garden of flowers;
He prattled and laughed to the beautiful sun,
And chased the gay butterflies, brimful of fun,
Through all the sweet sunshiny hours.

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When the other poor baby could stand on his feet,
He crept to the court, where he hoped he might play,
But never a smile did the little one meet;
For women and men on that cold crowded street
Were thronging the whole of the day.

One day the first baby lay down in his cot,
While, mother sat close by her little one's bed;
His forehead was burning, his hands they were hot,
And mother's tears fell-but he heeded them not,
The bright little baby was dead !

And down in the underground cellar that day
The other dear baby was laid on his bier;
While neighbors stand round him and, whispering,
":Alas the poor child is far better away; [say:
For nobody cared for himhere !"

Meanwhile, overhead in the beautiful sky
Bright angels were gathering on every hand;
The two little babies they carried on high,
Where never again would they sorrow or sigh
In the beautiful Heavenly land.
D. B.



In early times it was supposed that the touch of
a king or queen had the power of curing the disease
known as king's evil, or scrofula. Bishop Douglas,
who wrote a book on the subject, states that he
once met a man who assured him that Queen
Anne's touch and the medal which she hung
about his neck had cured him when in a most
desperate condition. The Bishop also brings
forward the testimony of Mr. Dicken, sergeant-
surgeon to the Queen. Mr. Dicken relates a case
of a woman who begged that he would present her
to the Queen. He did not much like the woman's
appearance, and told her that the touch would be
of little service to her, as he supposed she would
sell the medal, which ought to continue about the
neck to make the cure lasting. She promised to
preserve it, and so was touched and given the
medal, Soon after, her sores healed up. But she
forgot her promise and sold the medal; and soon-
her sores broke out afresh.. -She applied to the
Queen again and was once more cured. The
Bishop believed that the cure was effected through
animal magnetism. Dr. Johnson, when.a child,
was touched by Queen Anne, but he always said
the royal hand brought him no relief. The medal,
or coin, was called an angel, being a piece of.
money with the, figure of- an angel stamped on





SA young man who was always boasting of his
bravery declared to a number of his companions that
there was nothing on 'earth that could frighten him.
To test his bravery they told him to go to the
church-yard that night at bed-time, stand upon a
certain tomb, and he would see a horned beast
approach. If he would jump upon its back they
would believe in his bravery. They told him if he
showed no signs bf fear, and would calmly fold his
arms, the beast would move easily along, but if he
appeared the least frightened, the beast would
dump him into some deep hole. The boastful
fellow said they need have no fear of his being
frightened, and told them to bring on their beast.
That night one of the young men procured a
mask having two horns, donned a big fur coat, and
went to the church-yard. Getting down on his
hands and knees he moved along'like some strange
beast until bhe approached the tomb where the
boaster was standing. True to his word, he
mounted on the back of the beast and tremblingly
folded his arms. But when the beast began to
rear and kick as if it had gone mad, the poor
boaster screamed for help, and was instantly
thrown headlong into a ditch. There he floundered
in the mud until his companions, who were in hid-
ing near by, ran up to him with shouts of ridicule
and laughter. This cured him of his boasting.



After escaping from the Cyclops, Ulysses and
his friends, after many trials and mishaps, reached
an island in the /Eean Bay, where the famous
enchantress Circe lived. Ulysses divided his
party into two bands, one being under Eurylochus,
and the other led by himself. The two leaders
drew lots to determine which band should venture
first into the island on a.tour of inspection. It fell
to the lot of Eurylochus, who, with his men, soon
found a handsome palace of stone in a wooded
valley. When they advanced to the door they
heard a woman's voice. She was singing a very
sweet song. One of the band shouted out, "May
we enter ?" And the door, in reply, seemed to fly
open of its own accord. The singer now begged
-them to walk in, and all except Eurylochus did so.
He suspected some evil. The fair lady requested
the Greeks to be seated, and she then offered them
refreshments, in the shape of bread, cheese, honey
and wine. These were all drugged with stuff that
darkened the mind, and made it forgetful of its
home. When the unhappy Greeks were in Circe's
power, she waved a fatal, wand, and they were
turned into swine. Ulysses, however, when Eury-
lochus had informed him of. the matter, prevailed
upon Circe t6 turn them back .to men again, and
they all lived together in her oalace for a whole
year, forgetful of Ithaca.

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Dick Raymond was eleven years old, and yet
Wesley Rogers, his schoolmate, who was only nine,
could beat him writing, spelling and figuring.
Dick was not deficient in intellect, but was inclined
to be indolent, and neglected his studies at school
to such an extent that the boys gave him the name
of "Dull Dick." But Dick was not dull, for when
he brought his mind to it he could learn his lesson
as quick as the brightest boy at school. The
trouble was to get him to bring his mihd to bear
upon his lessons, for it seemed to prefer dwelling
on anything else than his studies. While his seat
mate, Wesley Rogers, was busy working out a
problem'in their arithmetic lesson, Dick would be
hard at work drawing figures on the wall--a differ-
ent kind of figures though from those Wesley was
making on his slate. Then when Wesley had
about completed the working of his problem Dick
would slyly glance over his shoulder and copy it
onto his slate. But when the teacher asked him
to explain how it was worked the trick was ex-
posed, and his schoolmates had, a good laugh at
his discomfiture.





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Winsome baby Bunn !
Brighter than the stars that rise
In the dusky evening skies,
Browner than the robin's wing,
Clearer than the woodland spring,
Are the eyes of baby Bunn !
Winsome baby Bunn !

Winsome baby Bunn!
Milk-white lilies half enrolled,
Set in calyxes of gold,
Cannot make his forehead fair,
With its rings of yellow hair!
Scarlet berry cleft-in twain
By a wedge of pearly grain,
Is the mouth of baby Bunn!
Winsome baby Bunn!

Winsome baby Bunn!
Not the sea-shell's palest tinge,
Not the daisy's rose-white fringe,
Not the softest, faintest glow
Of the sunset on the snow,
Is more beautiful and sweet
Than the wee, pink hands and feet,
Of little baby Bunn-
Winsome baby Bunn!

Feet like these may lose the way,
Wandering blindly from the right;
Pray, and sometimes will your prayers
Be to him like golden stairs,
Built through darkness into light.
Oh, the dimpled feet of Bunn,
In their silken stockings dressed!
Oh, the dainty hands of Bunn!
Hid like rose-leaves in your breast!
These shall grasp at jewels rare,
But to find them empty air;
Those shall falter many a day,
Bruised and bleeding by the way,
Ere they reach the land of rest!
Pray, mother, pray!


S "Rub a dub dub!';
Said the boy in blie,'
e "I have got a big gun,
,<: <' And I will shoot you."

'' Oh! don't shoot me,"
Said the little brown dog;
.- '"Go down to the mill-pond,
SAnd shoot at a frog."'

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Oh, no, no!"
Said the boy in blue;
"I've made up my mind
That I will shootyou.

"I can't shoot frogs,
They won't stand still.
Ker-splash! they go under
The wheel of the mill."

I shan't stand still
No more than a frog,
So you can't shoot me,"
Said the little brown dog.

He ran in a hole
Right under the house,
And lay there as still-
As still as a mouse.

"Well, I don't care,"
Said the boy in blue;
" I'll shoot a robin, and
Bring ntim down, too." (00

"Do," cried the cat; I
"That will be nice,
And I will crunch all
His bones in a trice."

The blue boy took aim
But aimed not aright,
Or, like cock-sparrow,
He "shot in a fright."

The robin he missed,
But killed the old cat;
His grandmother gave him
A thrashing for that.



Doctor Schroeder was a quaint old German
physician, who lived in a fine old-fashioned house
near a public play-ground. Connected with the
doctor's premises was an extensive peach orchard,
and, .sad to say, naughty boys would sometimes
climb over the orchard wall and pilfer his peaches.
To guard against this practice the doctor had the
top of his wall adorned with a row of very ugly iron
spikes. Not far from Doctor Schroeder's place
lived a family known as "the Jones's". One,mem-
ber of the family was a small boy nicknamed "Scram-
ble;" so named, I presume, from the fact that he
was all the time scrambling over other people's
fences and into other people's fruit trees.
One day "Scramble" got caught on the spikes
on top of Doctor Schroeder's wall, and in spite of
all his efforts to get loose, the spikes held him fast
until he was discovered and taken down by the
quaint old doctor, almost frightened out of his'wits.
That is, "Scramble" was frightened, not the doctor.,
But to "Scramble's" great surprise and greaterrelief.
theold German did not punish him with the terrible
cane he held in his hand, but took him into the
orchard and told him to take his pick of the finest
fruit on the place.
"Scramble" felt greatly abashed over this unex-
pected kind treatment, and never again had the
heart to pilfer peaches from old Doctor Schroeder.


Some minutes before sunrise we went aboard
our boat and took our places for a long pull up the
lakes. There were two sets of rowlocks, with oars
to match. Fred took one pair and Farr the
other. Spot lay..down on Farr's coat behind his
master. I took the stern seat and steering oar.
Scott had the bow seat and a paddle.
"All ready !" cried Fred, cheerily. "Give way!
one, two, three, and away we go!"
By the time we were fairly out on the lake there
was quite a "sea."
We made for Birch Island. The swells threw
-us about amazingly., There is much strength and
friskiness in these fresh-water surges. Those were
wild moments. Fred, Farr and Scott were pull-
ing with might and main. The spray flew over us;
the spatters drenched us. I expected every
moment that we should be swamped. And as we
drew near the island our case seemed not much
improved. The waves broke against it fiercely.
"It won't do to let her run on there!" exclaimed
Farr. "It will swamp her."
"Yes," said Fred; "but it is not deep water.
Sit still and pull till I give the word, then jump out,
everybody, and ease her ashore.
"Now for it! Over with you.!" he shouted, a
moment afterwards.
We leaped out, and carried ,the boat by main
strength high upon the land.



Willie got punished at school to-day !
What did he do ?
Why, he drew on his slate, in a comical way,
Pictures of horses and oxen, and they
Seemed to be dancing a real Irish jig !
Yes, and he, too, had a little wee pig
Down in the corner, as cute as could be;
All of us laughed such a picture to see !

That was the morning before recess,
When he threw paper balls at sly little Bess;
And one hit her plump on her fat little nose,
And made us all laugh, as you may well suppose;
And he pulled some one's hair as they went out to spell,
But who cried out nobody would tell.

And then, let me see; why he stepped on my toes,
And balanced his book on the tip of his nose
When the teacher wasn't looking, and then, 0, dear me,
He made some whiskers as black as could be
With the cork of the ink-bottle rubbed on his cheek,
And we all laughed till we hardly could speak.

The teacher caught him, and punished him well;
Not half the words that were his could he spell;
And in the arithmetic he had to guess
Half of the answers and wished they were less.
All he has gained by his actions to-day,
Is a black mark and, his ill-timed play.

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Theodore, Emperor of Abyssinia, was raised to
the throne from a very humble position in life.
He- was one of the proudest of monarchs, was
styled "King of Kings," and boasted a descent from
King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba; a fiction
devised to flatter the vanity of the royal house of
When this mighty emperor gave an audience he
was surrounded by several large and fierce-looking
lions, and he made a great display of his command
over the savage creatures; but, notwithstanding
their ferocious aspect, the animals were said to.be
in reality as tame as dogs. Anyway, they must
have made a timid ambassador feel rather nervous
when first introduced to the royal presence.
The Abyssinians are very vain, and King Theo-
dbre thought himself greater than all' the sovereigns
in the world, and this led to his fall. Thinking he
was not treated with sufficient respect by the
British envoy and other Europeans, he imprisoned
them all. In 1867 an expedition was fitted out
'under the command of General Napier. After,
encountering great difficulties on the march, the
British troops stormed and took possession of Mag-
dala without losing a single man; and the Emperor
Theodore, seeing'that all was lost, slew himself to
avoid falling ihto the hands of the enemy. The
captives were liberated, and for his services in this
campaign General Napier received the title of
Lord Napier of Magdala.

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At the conquest of Susa, Harmozan, a Persian
prince, the satrap of Ahwaz, was taken prisoner by
the Arabs. When about to be taken before Omar,
the Commander of the Faithful, he arranged him-
self in his most gorgeous apparel, wearing a crown
on his head, and his embroidered silk robe being
confined by a splendid jeweled girdle. When his
conductors brought hin to the mosque he saw Omar
stretched on the ground, taking a mid-day sleep.
When he awoke he asked their' business, and they
replied, "We bring you here the king of Ahwaz."
"Take hence the infidel," said Omar, averting
his gaze. "Strip him of his robes, and array him
in the garb of El Islam."
This was done, and when Harmozan was again
brought into the presence of Omar he wore the
striped garments of the Arabs.' After conversing
a while he complained of being thirsty; but when
a cup of water was brought he expressed a fear
that he might be killed while drinking it.
"Be of good courage," said Omar "your life
shall be safe till you have drunk this water."
Harmozan instantly dashed the cup on the
ground, claiming fulfillment of the Caliphs word.
Omar declared that this conduct deserved punish-
ment as deceitful, but out of regard for his word
he pardoned the Persian, who became a convert
to the faith of El Islam.



Two young men who had been attached to an
exploring party, out West, but had unwisely strayed
away from their companions, were leisurely riding
along, the prairie, trying to track the footsteps of
their friends, when they saw on the.brow of a hill
in their rear about a dozen Indian warriors, who
were rapidly approaching them. There was not
a moment to lose. The white men were unarmed,
save for their hunting-knives, while the lances of
the red men gleamed in the light of the afternoon
sun. Putting spurs to their horses the two young
men tried to escape by flight, but the derisive cries
of the enemy showed that the distance was rapidly
lessening between them. Nothing could have
saved them had it not been that, just at the most
critical moment, they reached a"windrow,"a strip of
ground upon which a storm had hurled down the
trunks of trees in wild confusion. Hastily abandon-
ing their horses to their fate, the two friends got in,.
among the thick fallen timber, where they concealed
themselves, and listened breathlessly while-the ir -
dians with shouts pursued, and attempted to cap
ture the coveted animals.- But they did not suc.
ceed. A cloud of dust heralded the approach of
a party of men, who with shouts and cries gallop-
ed into the midst of them.
It was the exploring party,-whose opportune ap-
pearance saved their companions' lives.


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A Wonderful Friendship.

NE of the most remarkable
friendships among animals is
that which exists between a
cat in the Elephant House at
the Zo6logical Gardens in London, and
the large two-horned African rhinoceros
which is-keptthere.
It if even more. strange than 1Esop's
fable of the mouse and the lion, for the
little sleek mouse was able to be of great
service to the lion in'nibbling the meshes
of his net; but the huge rhinoceros can.
scarcely believe that pussy is able to set
him free, yet, -that a great affection exists
between the two is certain.
'They may be often seen together, puss
toying wilh the formidable head of the
iuonster, who appears to lay aside his
strength, and is as gentle as a lamb, al-
lowing her to do almost anything, even
to lie sleeping contendedly close to his
nose, or playfully patting his horn with
her paws; yet with one mighty charge
that same horn could easily destroy an
True affection may exist between the
most opposite natures, 'and the strong
have it always in their power to be gentle
to the weak. H.

experiment took place the other day at
the Jardin d'Acclimatization- in Paris.
A nest of living vipers was thrown into
the inclosure where the secretaries or
snake-eaters (from the Cape) are kept.
These birds have the bright eye of birds
of prey, powerful beaks; and vulture-
like bodies mounted' on legs like those
of a wading bird. Whenever the secre-
taries saw the snakes they fell upon

them with shrill cries, and an exciting
struggle ensued. The reptiles, fixed on
the ground by the strong-feet of the
bird, twisted and hissed, and bit; but.
they could make no impression on the
rugose skin, and they were chopped
into mince-meat with a few strokes 6f
the beak. The secretary is also, it may
be remarked, a great destroyer of ro-
SKeep pushiig--' tis wiser
Than sitting aside,
And dreaming and sighing,
-And waiting the tide.
In life's earnest battle,
They only prevail
Who daily. march onward,
And never'say fail.
In life's rosy morning,
In manhood's firm pride,
Let this be your motto
Your footsteps to guide ;
In storm and in sunshine,
Whatever assail,
We'll onward and conquer,
And never say fail.

THE more methods there are in a state
for acquiring riches without industry .
or merit the less -there will be of either
in that state..
SAvOID -the habi'of incessant badinage
in your talk. It is disgusting and re-
pellent to encounter a person who nevee
seems to.be in earnest about anything,,
treating the gravest matters with ridi-
cule or scorn, and whose softest speech
corrodes like oil of vitriol.' There is
nothing more despicable than' the ms.,
who despises everybody else. '

In the course of time Jacob married, and had a
family of twelve sons.
Joseph, the youngest but one-baby Benjamin-
,was a very beautiful child, and loved by Jacob best
of all his children. In consequence of this he
incurred the hatred of his brethren.
When Joseph was about sixteen years old he
had a remarkable dream, which he told to his
brothers, and for which they hated him the more.
The dream was this: that he and his brethren
were all binding sheaves in the field, when his sheaf
arose and stood upright, upon which all his brothers'
sheaves stood up and bowed down to it.
This dream made his brothers very angry; for it
seemed to mean that he should be greater than they.
After this Joseph had another dream of similar
import. He dreamed this time that the sun, the
moon and the stars bowed down to him.
When his father heard it he rebuked him, and
said, "What is the dream that thou hastdreamed?
Shall I and thy mother and thy brethren,indeed
come to bow down ourselves to thd earth?" But
he kept the dream in mind, feeling, no doubt, that
God had some great thing in store for Joseph.
Nor did his brethren forget it; they soon con-
spired against him, and at last, by their means,, he
was sold into Egypt.
Turn to your Bible and read this beautiful and
touching story in full.

JOSEPH'S DREAM.-Genesis,, xxxvii.

T happens, now and there,
A dullard thinks a brighter thought
Than very clever men.

What, puzzled? O my friend!
And are thy wits, my bonny mare,
So very near their end ?

Thou, too, old honest'grey,
Best of the trio as I -think,
Thou know'st not what to say,

Except, The gate is barr'd,
The pasture looks most tempting, andri
We think it rather hard.'

Now come up, Neddy! Come !
Exert thy powers, and show them how /
To do this ,awkward sunr.


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Our cat she had ive little ones,
As every person knew ;
Their names were "Flossie." "Snowball," "Smut,"
With "Kit," and little "Mew."
One day on foraging intent,
She leaped upon a cage,
But after sniffing round a while
Vexed thoughts her mind engage.
" How very sad it is," thought she,
"That every single linnet
Has been removed before we came!
The cage has nothing in it !
However, I have dined to-day,
So now for quiet rest;
My children, you may go and play,
For frolic suits you best."
With folded paws she'laid her down,
And meditative look,
While every wicked little cat
Its own diversion took.
Said Snowball to his brother Kit,
"Get out of this-now do ;
For Smut and I, we live in here,
And there's no room for you !
And Smut feels rather sick to-day,
He told me so just now;
So off you go, again I say,
Or there will be a row.
And Kit, just leave that stick atone;
Come, drop it now at once;
Of all the cats I ever knew
You are the greatest dunce."
Cried little Smut, "Quick, Snowball, quick I
Or you will be too late;
Here's sister Flossie pushing in ;
Come quick, and shut the gate."
"How strange it seems, when you and I,
Dear Snowball, are sogood,
That other cats should be so pert,
Inquisitive and rude "
Said mother Puss, "This summer day
I thought to lie at rest,-
While my dear children romp and play,
Which seems to suit them best.
But really, how they snarl and fight,
And kick, and growl, and riot!
Ah, well! when they are old like me
They'll like a little quiet."


A lady who lived in New York City owned a
,pet parrot and a large house cat. The parrot was.
just as full-of mischief as could be. One day the
cat and parrot had a quarrel.. I think the cat had
upset Polly's food, or something. of that kind.-
However, they seemed all right again. Afi-hour
or so after Polly was on her stand, she called out.
in a tone of extreme affection, "Pussy! Pussy! come
here, Pussy." Pussy went and looked up- inno-
,cently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin
of food and tipped its contents all-over the cat, and
then chuckled as poor. Puss ran away half frightened
to death.

Who is it coos just like a dove ?
Who is it that we dearly love-
The brightest blessing from above ?
Our babby.
While. silent watch. the angels keep,
Who smilesso sweetly in his sleep,
And oft displays his d-imples deep ?
Our baby.






Elsie Dean was four years old when she was
invited to her first party. It was Dollie Blossom's
fifth birthday, and Dollie's mamma had arranged
for a little party in honor of the event. Of course
Elsie's mamma was perfectly willing she should
go to the party, for the Blossoms were very nice
people, and Mrs. Dean was always glad for an.
occasion of enjoyment for her little daughter. But
alas, on the day before the party was to occur,
Elsie went to a picnic, and was so unfortunate as
to tear her dress-the only one she had which her
mamma thought was suitable for her to wear to the
party. "I am afraid you cannot go to the party,
my dear, for now you have nothing fit to wear,"
said Mrs. Dean to Elsie. The little girl's eyes
filled with tears, and her Grandmamma seemed to
feel almost as bad about it as Elsie. But she did
not wish' to make the little girl feel any worse over
her disappointment, so she made light of it and
told her that there would probably be another birth-
day party soon, and by that time she would surely
have a suitable dress to wear. Elsie was finally
comforted, and went to bed in good spirits'after
kissing mamma and grandmamma good night.
What was Elsie's surprise next morning, to find
that her picnic dress had been mended "good as
new." She did not need to ask who did it, for she
felt certain that it was. grandmamma's work, and so
it proved. Grandmamma remembered that she her-
self was a little girl once, and that blessed meniory
brought her into close sympathy with the grief and
joy of her little granddaughter. And so Elsie,
thanks to her grandmamma's tact and tenderness,
went to Dolly Blossom's birthday party.




Poor old King Lear, who in ancient times
reigned in Britain, having in his old age turned
over all his possessions to his two older daughters,
Goneril and Regan, who professed to love him
more than did their younger sister Cordelia, was
by them cruelly deprived of his crown and turned-
out of his palace. None dared togive him shelter
for fear of the anger of .the two wicked' queens.
And though he had become blind, he was forced
to wander over the land he once ruled, his only
guide being, an old and faithful servant. At last,
in his misery and despair, he thought he would go
to his youngest daughter, who had become queen
of France, and see if she would take pity on himn.
"So he crossed over to France. When Cordelia
heard of her father's woeful plight, and of her sis-
ters' cruelty to him, she wept for, sorrow, and at^
once sent:. him everything needful for his comfort.
SShe and her husband. then set'out to meet him,
Surrounded by their, soldiers and followers, and
brought, him' in great state to the palace, and
honored him as a king in their land..
The King of France soon gathered an army and.
-invaded Britain. The two ungrateful ,daughters-
Sand their husbands .were killed, King Lear was.
restored to his throne, and when he died Cordelia.
succeeded him in the kingdom.

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LUCK, cluck!" said the hen,
S as with eager pride, :
h'e walked 'mid. her wee yel-
low brood. ',
'"What a family fine! there are none
S like mine, .
And all of them strong and. good."

Again the proud hen cried out, "Cluck,
cluck, cluck!"
Do not any distance go';
Keep very near me, if youi would not be
O'ercome by any foe."
So off they go o'er the grass so green,
And a happier family never was seen.



HE European traveler or set- 'brought witlq liimn 'a portable. boat
tier in m6st parts of Africa, if nindia-rubber. cloth,. such as that,
he be addicted to the use of Berthon's folding-up contrivance, wh
the rifle and the fowling-piece, weighs only 501b.; or if he can borrow
will find a great variety of sport with canoe frotn-his native friends, the-wh
large anC small game, four-footed or 'reed-overgrown expanse of a.big pi
winged, and. no legal or artificial h'in-' of water, filled 'with an inconceiva
dances to its pursuit, We hear,most quantity of bird-life, is placed at
of the more ambitious chase of such, entire disposal.. This seems tb hi
huge-beasts as the elephant, rhinoceros; -been the fortunate position f durwort
anrd hippopotamus, the not less formid- countryman, represented in the Ill
able buffalo, or the diverse-species of -tration of "Shooting Waterfowl on La
Santelopes which abound in the vast un- Miramnbala," who has got.a canoe, w
cultivated eastern regions of that con- a negroB to'paddle him about, and is
tinent, so prolific of animal life. The conveniently- enabled to lie in- ambu
lion and the-panther, or leopard; some- behind the .tall fringe .of reeds a
times erroneously called the tiger, have rushes, amidst the beautiful Victo
become comparatively scarce within the Regia flowers and other aquatic plan
last thirty years 'on. the accustomed till the waterfowl rise within sure sho
beats of civilized visitors in quest of ing range of his double-barrelled gi
exciting adventures,,-or' of. the hunts- He will have gathered enough of t]
'man's marketable spoils. But the travel- booty in a couple of hours to feed hi
ler who "'hunts for the pot," having to self and all his servants for a week.
find his dinner as he. journeys on. into .the heat of the day comes on he will
the pathless wilderness of the remote 'down in the canoe, beneath a shady r(
interior, where little.better food than' of thick plaited grass, and enjoy
'-mealies or some other native.grain is,. noonday sleep.
to be procured from the villages ori his .
way, ddes not omit to look out for some TWELVE GOOD .RuLs.-The twel
feathered game worth killing. for the o rules mentioned by Oliver .o]
good rules: tientioned- by Oliver Gol
sake of eating.. Bustards, partridges, smith are -
sand-grouse, plovers, snipes, moorhens, 1. Urge no health.
wild ducks, besides cranes, flamingpes,- 2. Profane no divine ordinances.
and other kinds which inhabit the lands. 3. Touchno State matters.
beneath a tropical or semi-tropical cli- -. 4. Reveal io secrets:
mnate, are' plentifully met with in the 5;. Pick no quarrels. *
neighborhood of water.. The appetite '6. k1akeno comparisons. --
of hunger, as well as that of thirst, may 7. Maiaain no ill opinions.-
soon be satisfied by the expert "Afric- 8.: Keep no bad company..
ander" when he arrives on the banks of :,9. Encourage no vice.
a river, a lake, or even a swamp, afford- '10. 'Make no lohg meals.
ing bothsustenance and cover to flocks I R.ejeat no grievances.
.of 'heso winged creatures. -If'he has. 12. .Lay no;wagers.

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Carlo was a fine Newfoundland dog'and was
owned by Doctor Smith, who lived some where' in
Ireland. The doctor also owned a spirited though
gentle riding horse, and the two animals were
wonderfully fond of each other. The -dog was kept
in the stable at night, and always lay beside the
horse. When the doctor visited his patients on
horseback, Carlo took care of the horse whilst his
master was in the house, the doctor giving him the
bridle to hold.in his mouth. If the house of the
next patient was near at hand, the doctor did not
think it worth while to mount, but called to the horse,
and .Carlo, when both obeyed, Carlo carrying, the
bridle, and holding it as before, at the door of the
house, where both quietly stood until the doctor
Same out again.
Sometimes the doctor would go to' the stable, put
the bridle upon. his horse, and, giving the reins to
Carlo, bid him take the horse to the water. Both
understood what was to be done, and off Carlo'
would, trot, followed by the horse, capering and
.playing with the dog, all the way to the brook, about
300 yards ,distance from the stable. Dog, and
horse went straight to the stream, and after the
S horse had quenched his thirst both returned in the-
same playful manner as they had gone,.

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What.a nice picnic those monkeys are having.
: That they are enjoying themselves canl be easily seen.
But, sorry-to say, it is: not a picnic of their own
Setting up. They are interlopers, and are evidently
afraid of being disturbed before they have finish-
Sed their feast. Just look at the anxious expression
on their faces. See how their eyes are on the.
:watch for some one to come and catch them .in
S their mischief They are in a great hurry to
devour the good things, andd in their haste have
-tumbled .over the dishes and are crowding whole
oranges into their:greedy mouths. The fact is the
.picnic was prepared by a lady in. India for. a num-
.ber of invited .guests. :-She .had received from.
abroad. some elegant china dishes, and with her
own hands had arranged them for the feast; together
with a fine display of gay tropical flowers,, drooping.
ferns, luscious fruits-and all sorts of tempting India '
-sweetmeats. Satisfied with the result of her labors.
she went to the house, a short distance off, to give:
Ssome directions. to the servants, when, alas, upon.
her- return she found instead' of her' splendid prep-;
;arations a scene of havoc and destruction. The
tfable,was covered by a-set of jabbering, grinning
S monkeys, with cheeks, hands and' arms full of ex-
.pensive sweetmeats; dishes, glasses and dainty
vases were overturned and smashed to. atoms. The
monkeys had watched her preparations from the
neighboring tre.s, and took advantage of her ,tem-
porary absence to have a little picnic ot their own:
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Frank Buckland, a noted naturalist, desiring to
witness the effect of the poisonous bite of a cobra,
dropped a rat into the cage where the snake lay
coiled up, apparently asleep. The rat got into a
corner and began washing himself, keeping one
eye on the snake. Presently the-rat attempted to
run past the, cobra, when the snake made a dart'
at him and bit him, but seemingly not seriously
wounding him., The bite, however, aroused the
anger and courage of the rat, and he sprang right-
on to the neck of, the cobra and gave him two or
three bites in'the neck ; the snake keeping his body
erect all the time, arid trying to turn his head around
to bite the rat, who was clinging on with-all his
might. Presently the snake lowered his head, and
the rat, fallinIg off, tried to run away ; but the snake,
collecting all his'force, brought down his poisonous
fangs.with tremendous power right on the body of
the rat: iThe poor rat. seemed to know that .the
fight was over and he was conquered, for he retired
' to a corner of the cage and began panting violently.
His eyes were widely dilated, and his mouth open
as if gasping for breath. The cobra stood erect'
over him, hissing and putting out his tongue as if
conscious of victory. In a:bbut three minutes
the rat fell quietly on his, side and expired;. 'The
cobra then moved off and took noQfurther 'notice".:
Sof his dead enemy..

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The jaguar, or American tiger; is, next to the
tiger, the strongest and most terrible of the feline
Family. He ranges from Texas and Mexico to,
Some years ago a Spanish gentleman,' Senor
Lopez, living with his wife and little daughter on '
the edge of a forest in Spanish South America, had
.,-a terrible experience with one .of these animals.
Numerous cattle having been killed and carried off
in his. neighborhood by .a jaguar, Senor Lopez
armed- himself and went forth to, hunt down the
monster. -While he was -gone in search of the
jaguar his wife and little daughter were left alone,
and the little girl becoming timid, her mother to6k
Sheer up in her lap and began telling her a fairy tale
Suddenly she stopped.. A terrible roar and a scrap-.
ing at the door startled her almost.out of her senses.,
Itt was the jaguar. a For a moment she felt sick and
helples, .but recovering herself she flew with the
-cild in hier arms to the store-room, jumped into, a
huge wooden chest that was.there, and with one loud
screani fainted- aay. From: this death-like stupor '
': she was at length aroused, to find herself in her .
husband's arms, with herlittle girl clinging tightly
to her dress. The-huge jaguarlayon the floor dead, .
her husband having returned just rin time to shoot
the monster through the window.
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SMost any dog will chase a rabbit, and catch it if
he can. But did you ever know of a cat that would
even attempt to catch poor Bunny ? Well, old Betty
Chalmers had a cat that thought: rabbit catching
.was the greatest sport in the world. Puss was a
large, strong, bold cat, and she generally returned
successful from a marauding expedition with a
good fat rabbit in her mouth, which she had drag-
ged through grass, heath and brushwood, sadly to
the disarrangement of poor Bunny's pretty fur coat.
The peculiar thing was that Puss never ate or tore
her'prey ; she always brought it home, and laid it:
-down at Betty's feet with a wave of her tail, which.
seemed to say, "Now amn I not a useful cat, 'a cat
worth having ?"
,But Puss did not know the danger she incurred
chasing rabbits in the pretty wood.
One day Puss went off as usual to the wood in
: the early morning; but the whole day passed, and'...
she did not- return. And all the. next day she was
still absent, and old Betty began to think that the
boys had killed her cat.. On the evening of the
second day Puss came home; 'very slowly and,
sadly she came. .She had no rabbit with her this
time; -and,':alas she had left her tall behind her.
.Puss had been. caught in a trap, and she had
evidently fought her way out of it at the epense of
her tailI. With much kind, nursing from old Betty,:
Puss recovered her health and spirits, but she
:would never hunt rabbits any more. :
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S The natives of India have superstition n about
Solves, that -the village in -which one of these
a: animalss is kiled- is doomed. to destructidi. They
therefore refrain from destroying them, though the
.Britiih Governmentoffers a reward, for their heads,
and in consequence the wolves are very numerous
in some places, and frequently carry off the children
from the villages. ..
One evening some natives s'aw:a. wolf and her
three cubs come down to the river Gumti to drink,
and with the cubs was a little boy, running on all
fours. He was captured and taken to the village.
He did not attempt to escape, though he continued
to go on all fours, and would eat. nothing but raw
meat. He was' afterwards taught to 'eat cooked
meat; but still he preferred to eat raw, and when'
any was offered, to- him he. would run. to it on all
fours, and tear it like a wolf. Nothing would
induce him to wear any clothes ; and. even in the
c- coldest weather, if any were put on him, he:would
Star them off. Heseemedto dislike children, and
if any approached him he would run at therh, bark,
ing fiercely, ahd, try to .bite them. IHe lived but a
few years,'when he was attacked by an illness that
shortly ended his.life. .He had never spoken any,
words, and only barked or howled when exited or
angry ; but just before his death'some early memA,
Series. seemed to come back to hiri,; heput his hand
on his head, saying, in Hindusta-i, "It hurts," and
having asked for- water the por little w61f-child.

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