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SISTER AND I.
E lived just under the hill,
In a cottage beside the old mill,
Sister and I;
To the school-house we plodded together;
We stayed not for wind nor for weather,
Sister and I.
In summer we romped in the clover,
And went nutting when summer was over,
Sister and I;
I remember our wooden horse, Jack,
And how we both climbed on his back,
Sister and I.
We now are grown older and stronger;
We live by the hill-side no longer,
Sister and I;
But our friendship no distance can sever,
We have loved, and will love on forever,
Sister and I.
JENNY IN THE WOODS.
JENNY has been to the town to buy some
things for her mother, and her way back is
through the woods, the beautiful, quiet
woods, where the little brook ripples over
the stones and the birds chatter to each
other all the day, as they jump in and out
through the green leaves.
Squirrels, too, live in these woods, and,
as Jenny walks along, she can hear their
saucy voices and sometimes see them frisk-
ing about in the branches over her head.
Here and there beautiful flowers grow, and
Jenny has stopped.to pick some. "Oh, what
beautiful flowers," she cries, "here is a pink
one and a white one and a yellow one! I
will gather a great big bunch, and then I
can give some to mamma, and some to
poor, sick cousin Fanny."
Don't stop too long, little Jenny, or
mamma may want you.
JENNY IN THE WOODS.
THE QUARRELSOME RATS.
"OH, auntie! Look at these. rats!
Why, just see, they are fighting, and I do
believe that one rat will get killed. What
can they be quarreling about."
"I don't know, Freddy; -perhaps they
,are quarreling about their food."
"But see, auntie! There is a whole
basketful of corn. I should think that
were enough for all of them. And, be-
sides, I think there is meal in those bags.
I should think they would have enough to
do in looking out for the old cat without
Spending their time fighting."
"Yes, Freddy, and I think Tabby is just
outside the barn now. If she hears the
scrabbling and squealing it will be a sorry
job for them. She will be sure to pounce
upon them and carry off one or two of them
to her kittens. When people quarrel they
very often run into danger."
HERE comes Lisette, smiling as usual,
with her basket of nice, fresh water-cresses
upon her back. Good morning, Lisette;
have you had good success this morning?"
"Oh, yes, sir! See these bright coins
in my hand!"
Ah! surely; and you have a good
many cresses left yet."
"Yes, sir; but I hope to sell them all
before I go home."
Lisette lives with her mother near the
city of Strasbourg. She helps to support the
family by selling cresses, which she gathers
from a stream near by. Lisette's cheerful
face gains her many friends, and she nearly
always goes home with an empty basket
and a nice handful of money in her pocket.
She seems to carry sunshine into the little
cottage when she goes home.
"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine."
BABY AND BEPPO.
"WELL, I declare!" says Beppo, "here is
Baby, not content.with pulling my ears,
twisting my tail, and poking his fingers into
my eyes, but he must get into my house,
too. He has a nice bed of his own up
stairs, with pretty blue curtains around it,
and nice soft pillows, yet here he comes
creeping into mine. How would you like
me to go and lie in your pretty crib? I
guess Nurse wouldn't let me stay there
Never mind, Beppo, Baby doesn't mean
Sto trouble you or hurt your house. He
only wants to see what kind of beds- dogs
have to sleep on. I don't think he will like
it as well as his own little crib up stairs,
though it is a very nice house, oh yes! the
straw is nice and soft, and the vines make a
pretty green curtain around it just as Baby
has blue ones around his crib.
BABY AND BEPPO.
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THE PICTURE MAN.
"O, Susv! see this picture. The cows
are knocking over the umbrella, and the
man has to snatch his picture away, to pre-
vent that from being trampled on, too."
"Yes, Rob, I guess the man driving
them does not see the picture man."
"When I get to be a man, Susy, I mean
to paint pictures, too."
"And be knocked over by cows, brother?"
"Oh, pshaw! that was only one man.
Besides, he wasn t knocked over, it was
only the umbrella."
"I thought it was only girls that were
afraid of cows, brother; but this man seems
.to be, too, for he has climbed up on the
"Oh! he isn't really afraid, Susy; men
never are afraid of cows, he only climbed
up there to get out of their way."
"Oh! I did not notice that."
THE PICTURE MAN.
"Don't you think it would be fun, Susy,
to go all around the country, wherever you
like, with nothing else to do but paint
"How would you get any thing to eat?"
"Oh! go to a farm-house and ask them
to give you a drink of milk, or something
of that kind."
"And to let you sleep on the hay-mow as
that man did at uncle's, last summer?"
"Oh, no! that was a tramp.. I wouldn't
be a tramp. I would ,ask them to let me
sleep in their house, and I would pay them
for it. Tramps never have any money."
"Do tramps paint pictures, too, brother?"
"Why, no! Susy; of course not. You
don't understand. Picture men are not
tramps, they are men who go around the
country and paint pictures of all the pretty
"Oh, yes! brother, I understand now, and
I think it would be real nice to be a pic-
ture-man, if there weren't any cows there."
FRANK'S cousin .Harry had always lived
in the South, and had never seen snow.
While he was visiting Frank, they had a
heavy snow storm.
Isn't it beautiful ?" said Harry. "It
just looks like cotton falling down."
"It isn't as warm as cotton, though,"
answered Frank. "You had better not
go out in it."
Can't you play in it, then."
Oh, yes. We have great fun snow-
balling and making snow forts."
Is it always white like this ?"
Yes, I guess so. I never saw it any
other color. Did you, Uncle Will?
"Yes; I have seen red snow."
Red snow! Why, where ?"
In the very cold regions far up north.
The color is caused by a tiny red plant
which grows on the surface."
MR. BROWN has a very fine dog, and his
name is Rover. When Mr. Brown goes
out walking or hunting, Rover always goes
with him. He picks up the birds which
are shot, and brings them home. He can
carry baskets, too, and all kinds of bundles.
One time Mr. Brown was very sick, and
so he could not go out to walk. Poor
Rover waited and waited, but his master
didn't come; so, at last, he set off by him-
self to go hunting. He was gone a long
while, but by and by he came home, worn
and tired, with a rabbit in his mouth. He
gave it to the cook and wagged his tail, as
though telling her to cook it for his mas-
ter's supper. She did so, and Mr. Brown
enjoyed it very much. This he did every
day, until his master was well again.
Shouldn't you think Mr. Brown would be
very fond of that dog,?
See how proud and happy he looks in
the picture. So glad that he has got
something nice for his master.
The dog is a noble animal, and is so in-
telligent, that he is often called the com-
panion of man; and, indeed, he is much
better company than some men I have seen.
You have probably heard of the great
St. Bernard dogs, who dig travelers out
of the snow.
In the high mountains called the Alps,
the storms are very severe, and the kind
men who live there, keep these dogs on
purpose to send out in the storms in search
of those who may have lost their way.
Off they start, with a blanket strapped
on their back, and a little flask of brandy
tied around the neck, and many a poor
man lost in the storm has been found by
them, and helped on to shelter and safety.
One brave dog saved so many lives,
that when he died, his skin was stuffed,
and sent to the Royal Museum in London.
THE RAINY DAY.
"OH, dear, it is raining!" said little Nel-
lie Anton, as she stood watching the drops
patter against the window. "0, dear; I
wanted to have some fun to-day!"
"Good morning, Nellie," says a bright
little voice behind her. Nellie turns
quickly. "Why, Grace, how did you get
here in the wet?"
"Oh! brother Tom brought me, all
wrapped up like a big bundle. -See, here
is my little Nancy, too, and I can stay all
morning. Won't we-have fun?"
"Indeed we will. Let's commence
right away. You can have this corner for
your house. Did you know my Seraph-
ina had been sick?"
"No; what has been the matter?"
"Oh, she took cold and had to have
her arm cut off. But now she is better,
and I have sewed the arm on again."
TOM AND THE BEE.
TOM is taking his breakfast out of doors
this fine morning. Along comes Mr. Bee,
"Why, Tom, you are late to-day! I had
my breakfast over in the clover-field, long
ago, and have been hard at work ever since.
Let me see what you have for breakfast.
Meat, and cakes with molasses on them!
That is nice, and, if you please, I will
have a little, too, for I like sweet things."
,* "Go away! go away! you naughty bee,"
cries Tom. "I'm afraid you will sting me."
Tom doesn't understand what the bee
says, and is afraid of him. But the bee is
only talking to Tom and would not sting
him, unless he should make" him angry.
Almost all animals have their own way of
talking, if we could tell what -they mean.
What a pity Tom does .'not understand
what the bee says.
TOM AND THE BEE.
A BEAR PICTURE.
"FRITZ, you are fond of hearing bear
stories; come here, and I will tell you about
"Oh, yes! grandpa, please tell me."
"This bear and her two cubs were frol-
icking near the edge of the woods, when
they heard a crackling sound as of some
one walking among the dry twigs, that
covered the ground. The old bear caught
the sound in an instant, and turning round,
saw those two men stealing softly towards
them with guns in their hands."
"But see! the old bear stands up on two
feet, like a man."
"That is the way bears do when they
are roused and ready to-fight."
Do you think the hunters will be able
to kill the bear?"
I can't tell, Fritz; they had better be
careful. An old bear that has young ones
is not a pleasant creature to meet."
If they should fire at the bear and not
hit her, they would have to climb one of
those trees to get out of her way, wouldn't
Ah! but the bears can climb trees as
well as the men."
Grandpa, what makes men hunt bears
if it is so dangerous?"
"Because, many men like dangerous
sport better than any other. It is exciting,
and besides that, bears often do much harm
by carrying off sheep and other animals,
and sometimes children."
"Oh, do they? Then I .hope those
hunters will kill these bears, don't you,
"Well, yes; but everybody don't think
so. There is a place in Switzerland where
the people think so much of bears that they
have named their town after them, and
quite a number of them are kept and fed
at the public expense."
A CHILD'S WISH.
"MAMMA, how happy I should be,
To swim below the deep, blue sea;
To see those creatures strange and rare,
And pearls and diamonds shining there.
"Yes, darling, many wonders hide,
Beneath old ocean's rolling tide,
But Nature's wonders deep and grand,
Around us lie on every hand."
"O,.mamma! I would like to fly
Up to that rainbow in the sky;
To watch those golden clouds so bright,
And see the stars come out at night."
"My precious boy, you yet may soar
On angel wings, when life is o'er,
And with the pure, in worlds of light,
Explore those wonders with delight."
THE TWO KITTENS.
SPOT and Tab were two cunning little
kittens. Maria, the kitchen-maid, found
them out in the rain, one day. She
brought them in, and fed them, and since
then they have always lived in the kitchen.
The girls are very kind to them, and they
have merry romps together.
One day they were in the kitchen all
alone, when a burning stick fell out of the
fire upon a pile of wood near by. The
pile was quickly in a blaze, and the whole
house might soon have been on fire, but
for those kittens. What do you think they
did? They rushed up stairs in search of
the girls, and when they found them, they
pulled their dresses and scratched their
hands, till they made them come down
with them. The girls at once called the
men, and the fire was soon put out; they
petted and praised the kittens more than ever
THE TWO KITTENS.
THE OTTER'S STORY.
"I AM an otter, and I live on the banks
of streams. See what a fine picture the
man has made of me! That is just the
way I look, when I am watching for fish.
"The door of my house is under water,
and I have to dive down to get into it.
That is so the big animals can't find it, and
then we can look right out of the door,
and see the fish go swimming past. We
have a window at the top to let in the
light and air.
"I can swim in the water like a duck, and
my beautiful fur does not get wet at all.
"What do I eat? Why, fish, of course.
They come darting along so swiftly with-
out seeing me, but I soon pounce upon
them and carry them into my house. We
otters catch more fish than most fishermen,
and we don't need any hook or line either.
Then, too, we don't have to bother cooking
THE OTTER'S STORY.
our fish. They are ever so much better
raw, if you are used to eating them that
"We otters are very social, that is, we are
very fond of company, and a great many
of us live together. We have a great deal
of fun swimming around and playing.
"Sometimes we go 'coasting,' as you
children call it. We choose a bank of
snow or mud by the river-side, and then
slide down head-foremost plump into the
water. Each one has to take his turn, and
oh, it is rare fun! the bank is so nice and
slippery, and the water so fresh and cool.
We can go 'coasting' in the summer time,
too, as well as the winter, while you chil-
dren can only go in the winter. Then,
too, we don't have any sleds to pull up the
"Wouldn't you like to see us 'coasting ?'
Well, you.might look and find the place,
but don't bring with you any bad boys
that throw stones."
UNCLE WILL, don't you think it is fun
to go coasting ?"
Indeed I do, Frank. I used to have
a great deal of fun that way when I was a
boy, and I sometimes do it yet. Did I
ever tell you how I saw them coasting in
St. Petersburg ?"
"No, uncle; tell me' now, please."
"There they make their own hills, or
ice-mountains as they are called. They
build a high scaffold of wood with steps
up one side and a long slope down the
other. On this they lay blocks of ice and
then pour water over them. When that
freezes, it makes a nice smooth hill, down
which they slide.
"What fun that must be!"
"Yes, they do have merry times. Men
and women, boys and girls, all sliding
down hill together."
ROBERT AND MASTER JAMES.
"GOOD morning, Master James A fine
lad ye are! Is your father angrywith me?"
"I think he is, Robert. I heard him say
he would not have a man who would keep
his horses and carriage out after midnight
w hout his permission. And he thinks
you did not come home sober, either."
"Well, ye see, Master James, the mis-
sus said I might have the horses and car-
riage a little while in the afternoon to take
Ellen over to the fair; and Ellen was so
pleased like, to have me go with her."
"But why did you not come back before
"Well, Master James, ye see, it was ev-
ening so quick that I did not know it was
evening at all. And then I met Tim and
his brother there, and, ye know, we had to
take a drop of good cheer, for the sake of
old times, and then-and-ye see, I-"
ROBERT AND MASTER JAMES.
"Yes, I see how it was, Robert-just as
my father says-you take 'a little drop'
and then you want a good many more
"Oh! Master James, you are just like
your father, and his advice is always so
good. But could ye not speak a word with
your father for me ?"
"Why don't you go and speak with him
"I am afraid he wouldn't listen to me;
S.4~ut how could he refuse a fine lad like
yourself, and his own son, too. You could
tell him that you saw me when I came
home, and I was as sober as a judge, and
that I stopped to get a shoe put on the
horse, and so it made me late. Now, that's
a good lad."
"No, Robert; I will try to get father to
excuse you, but I can't tell him what is
"Long life to ye, Master James; long life
THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOAT.
PAPA, what do goats have such big
horns for ? To butt little boys ?"
Yes; to defend themselves with. But
there is a goat who uses his horns for an-
other purpose. His home is in the Rocky
mountains. He wanders up and down
their rough sides in search of food, and
when he comes to a steep side hill or rock
which he can't climb down, he gives, al
jump, turns over on his, way down, and'
lights on his horns."
On his horns! I should think that
would break them all to pieces."
Oh, no; they are very large and
strong, and can stand the fall better than
he can. Hunters say they have seen them
leap fifty feet in this way without hurting
themselves at all."
"Why, how funny? I wish I could see
them do it."
BUNNY AND REYNARD.
THERE was a small rabbit named Bunny,
Who lived,-now wasn't it funny!
In a hole in the ground,
But she always was found
To come out on days warm and sunny.
And there was a big fox called Reynard,
Who thought it his duty to stay guard
At this hole in the ground,
Where Bunny was found.
Even so did this fox called Reynard.
So then Reynard crouched over her house
And kept just as still as a mouse.
"If she'll only come out,
Then I'll put her to rout,"
Said Reynard, crouched over her house.
BUNNY AND REYNARD.
She crept out till his tail she spied,
And then darted back inside.
While Reynard still waited,
For to give up he hated,
Though his patience so sorely it tried.
He waited all day and he waited all night,
He waited in darkness and waited in light.
"What is she about?
Why don't she come out?
If as hungry as I, she'd long for a bite."
But, two doors had that hole in the ground,
And Bunny was not again found
To come out at that one
Which Reynard had known,
And which still he waits sadly round.
A TALK BY MOONLIGHT.
LOOK, mamma! The moon is in a
hurry to-night. What makes it go so
much faster ?"
It SEEMS to go faster, my dear, but it
does not. It is the clouds that go faster."
Mamma, don't the clouds sometimes
hit the moon? Freddy says he thinks
that is why the moon often looks so thin."
Oh, no-! The moon is away beyond
the clouds; and, besides that, the clouds
are light vapor, like steam, and would do
the moon no harm if they did hit it."
"Are the clouds light, mamma? Then
I wonder what holds the thunder up. I
know that is heavy, because it jars the
sky when it rolls along."
No, dear. Thunder and lightning are
made by.clectricity, which is very light."
"Oh! I thought lightning was the
cracks in the sky."
THE BIRD'S STORY.
DON'T yOU think I am a handsome bird?
My feathers are dark green and black, and
very glossy. I live in a hot country,
where beautiful flowers and nice fruits
grow. There are great tall trees, and the
vines stretching from one to the other make
nice swings for the monkeys and parrots.
They have merry times chasing each other
around. The monkeys can. climb very fast,
but as the parrots have wings, they gener-
ally get the best of it.
Our home is on some islands in the sea,
very far away from where you live. If your
papa would take you there, you would see
many pretty sights. There are our beauti-
ful islands, with the waves dashing high
into the air against the rocks on the coast;
and on the islands you would see bright
flowers, and tall trees with cocoanuts grow-
ing on them, and bananas, too.
THE BIRD'S STORY.
FANNY IN THE COUNTRY.
PRETTY Miss Fanny has come out into
the country to make a visit to her aunt and
cousins. She has always lived in the city;
but last winter she was sick, and the doctor
said she must go into the country, where
she could take long walks through the
fields and have plenty of fresh air.
She enjoys it very much. There are so
many pretty flowers growing wild, and the
birds,-how sweetly they sing! Her cousin
has a great number of cows, and Fanny
likes to watch them being milked, and
then to see her aunt make butter and
She is out late this afternoon, and her
cousin begins to fear she is lost; so he is
going to look for her. But she isn't very
far away. He will soon see her.
I wonder if she knows that he is looking
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FANNY IN THE COUNTRY.
THE BEAR FAMILY.
"LOOK here, Harry and Johnny, see this
family of bears!
The little ones are hav-
ing a frolic, and the mother seems to enjoy
watching the sport.
The father is looking
around to see if there are any hunters com-
ing. Those little bears remind me of my
big bear remind you of papa ?"
"Oh, dear, no! But the little bears are
They love to roll and tumble
on the ground just like little boys."
"They call the little bears 'cubs,' don't
they, mamma ?"
"Why don't dey
Why, you see,
tall 'em baby-bears,
Johnny, they want a
short chunky name just like the little bears.
What do bears live on, mamma ?"
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THE BEAR FAMILY.
Oh! they eat many different kinds of
food. If they can't get a sheep or a lamb,
they will take a pig, or if they can't get
either of these, they will live on nuts, or
fruits, or even roots. Bears are very fond
of honey, and that also reminds me of my
But, I guess they don't get much honey
to eat, do they, mamma ?"
Oh, yes; there are wild bees in the
woods, which store their honey in hollow
trees,- and between the rocks."
But will not the bees sting the bears
when they take their honey? "
Yes, they try to; but the bears have
such long fur, that they can't get at them
very easily. But sometimes they get into
their ears or their eyes, and then the bears
have to pay for their mischief, just as little
boys often do."
Well, I did'nt think we were so much
like bears, did you, Johnny? "
No, Harry, I did not."
WHAT THE TREES SAID.
MATTIE was out in the woods one day.
She grew tired and lay down in the shade
to rest. By and by she heard the trees
talking together over her head.
What a pretty child," said the maple.
" She looks like a good little girl, too, and
I hope she will get nicely rested."
"Ah ?" sighed the pine, she won't be
always a happy child. Troubles will come
and make her into a care-worn woman."
"She may be a. happy woman, even if
the troubles do come," said the oak. "Sor-
row and trial may only make her stronger."
The silvery beech rustled its shining
leaves and exclaimed: Well, let her be
happy now. She is only a child and
ought to be merry and glad."
After a while the trees stopped talking,
and Mattie couldn't tell whether she had
been asleep or not.
I AM Boz, and I send you this picture,
that you may know what I look like. My
master thinks very much of me, and so he
had my picture taken. When I was
young I used to like to tear up books. I
once devoured a spelling-book, and a
hymn-book, but I don't do so any more,
for I am through with my studies.
I take care of the house at night. One
night, a thief came in, but I began to bark
so, that he was afraid, and went softly out
My master's children like to play with
me. They pull my tail and ears, and
sometimes ride on my back, but they don't
mean to hurt me, and so I don't mind it.
There is another dog that lives across
the street, but he is sometimes cross', and I
never am. My master says I am a very
fine dog. Don't you think so, too ?
Now, I am ready! This is my shop.
Who'll buy? Kittens, don't pull off the
cloth! Now, children, what will you have?
Here are cherries and crullers and pop-
corn. Nelly, you may laugh; but I know
that a shop-lady ought to wear a cap.
Grandma says so, and she knows, and she
lent me this cap herself. Now, play you
are Mrs. Dormer, and have come to market
to buy your dinner.
Good morning, Mrs. Dormer; are your
children all well ? I see you have brought
one with you. What can I sell you to-day?
Peaches? Oh, I am sorry to say my
peaches are all gone; but here are cherries
and buns, two for five cents.
"Too much ? Why you always have
to pay as much as that for nice buns with
real currants in them. Ask mamma if you
THIS girl's name is Gertie. She lives
away across the water in sight of those
grand old mountains called the Alps.
"Mamma, what makes her look so sad?"
"I will tell you. Gertie has been sick a
good deal of late, and has fallen behind her
class at school, and now she is trying by
patient study to make it up."
"Is that her mamma who is reading
"No ; that is her older sister. Her
mamma died when she was a little child."
Poor Gertie! Maybe that is what
makes her face look so sad."
"Perhaps it is, my child; but her sister
is very kind to her. See, she is helping
her to finish her grammar lesson, before it
is quite time to start for school."
"I think Gertie will make a nice and
good woman, because she is so patient."
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PATIEL NT GERTIE.
JAMIE AND JESSIE.
HERE are two Scotch children.- Their
names are Jamie and Jessie, and they live
in two houses, side by side. Every morn-
ing, Jamie goes away over the hills to
school, while Jessie plays around home,
and says her lessons to her mother. When
afternoon comes, she runs off to meet Jamie,
and walks home with him. Jamie likes to
have her meet him.
Why don't they wear shoes and stock-
ings? Oh! the children often go barefoot
in that country, and they are so used to it,
they don't think anything of it.
Jessie started away in such a hurry this
afternoon, that she forgot her hat; so Jamie
is holding a big leaf over her head, to keep
the sun out of her eyes. She should not
run out without her hat.
I think she likes to have Jamie walk
with her, don't you?
JAMIE AND JESSIE.
PAPA, please tell me about this pic-
"Yes, Benny ; bring it here."
Why do the ships lie over on their
sides, and why are there so many logs
"That is a shipyard, Benny; a place
where ships are built, and where they, go
back to be mended when they get broken.
You remember Captain Brown, who was
here last winter; he lives, on a ship; one
that goes way across the water to the coun-
tries where it is summer all the time and
where such nice fruits grow. He takes his
ship full of flour and meal and corn, and
when he gets there he sells these and buys
fruit and coffee to bring back with him.
Some day, when his ship comes in, I will
-take you on board, and then you will see
them taking out whole cart-loads of lemons
and oranges, and bananas, and great bags
full of coffee."
Does his ship have to go to that place
to be mended, too, papa?
"Yes; there are often heavy storms out
at sea, when the waves are so big they look
almost like mountains. They dash the ship
around and sometimes break it. Then the
captain has to take it to a shipyard to be
"I should think he would be afraid to
go out so far across the water if the storms
break his boat."
But the ships are built very strong,
my boy, so they only once in a while get
Well, if I was sure the ship was strong
and safe, I would like to go to those coun-
tries where Captain Brown goes. Did you
say that oranges and bananas grew there,
Yes, Benny, and they don't have any
winter there; but it is summer all the time."'
PAPA, what is an iceberg ?"
It is an immense mass of ice."
Like those we saw floating down the
river the other day ?"
Yes, Frank, only they were mere
specks in comparison. Icebergs are some-
times so large and high that big ships
with their tall masts look like little chips
beside them. Sometimes they are very
beautiful, with their brilliant peaks glisten-
ing in the sun."
"Oh! how I should like to see them!
It must be fun to sail among them."
Ah, but it's very dangerous. An ice-
berg is as bad as an island of rock for a
ship to run upon."
Then I should think icebergs were
worse than islands of rock, because the
islands will keep still, if the ships only
keep out of their way."
WHAT pretty little animals, mamma."
Yes, dear; but they don't act as pretty
as they look. They are very sly and cun-
ning, and run away with the farmer's chick-
ens and turkeys."
"What do they want of them, mamnma ?"
Oh, they like them to eat. They prowl
around the farm-house at night when the
farmer is fast asleep, and when he wakes
the next morning, some of his chickens, or
ducks, or geese are gone."
And yet they look so very gentle and
Yes, my dear; but, handsome is what
handsome does,' you know. Then, if you
look a little further, you will see the sly,
cunning look in their eyes, and notice how
sharp their noses are."
Yes, I see their noses are very sharp.
What.is that for?"
That shows that their sense of smell is
very keen. When they put their noses
down to the ground they can smell the
tracks of any animal that may have been
over it before."
Do they hurt people, mamma? "
Not very often, dear. They will run
away, if they can, but if they do bite, it is
very severe and dangerous."
And aren't they good for anything ?"
"Well, as you say, they are very hand-
some, and their fur is sometimes used for
ladies' muffs and trimmings."
They have pretty tails; don't you think
"Yes, dear; and in England, where they
have great parties to hunt the fox, after
they have killed him, they cut off the tail,
and if any lady is present they give it to
her. They call it the brush.'"
"Then what does she do with it?"
She usually has it mounted and hung
up against the wall."
THE COW TREE.
"UNCLE WILL, tell me something more
about the things you have seen in other
Well, Frank, shall I tell you about
some strange trees I have seen?"
Oh, yes, uncle !"
"There is the cow tree. Have you
ever heard of that ?"
"No, uncle. What a funny name for
It is a good name, for if you pierce
the stem of the leaf a white liquid like
milk will run out. The people drink it
and think it is very good."
Did you like it?"
"Yes. It tastes very much like our
milk, only it is rather thicker."
How nice it would be to have a cow
tree, for one would'nt have to feed the
tree, and then it wouldn't kick, either."
THE FOX AND THE DUCK.
"0, MAMMA, see this fox! Isthat a duck
he has in his mouth? Why, he will kill it!"
"Yes, Minnie, that is just what he
intends to 'do-kill it and eat it."
"But the poor duck, mamma!"
"Well, Minnie, is it any worse for a fox
to kill a duck when he is hungry, than for
us to have chickens and ducks, too, for our
"I never thought about that, mamma.
Do we eat ducks? Oh, I never will any
"It is not wrong, dear. Each animal
must have something to eat, and the same
Father who made the ducks, made the fox
which eats them."
"And does anything eat the fox?"
"Yes; the bears and wolves would like
nothing better than a fox to eat, if they
could get him."
THE FOX AND THE DUCK.
IN THE CHURCHYARD.
HERE are Mamie and her grandfather.
in the churchyard. Mamie's grandfather
is sexton of the old church on the hill.
Those are the keys of it he has in his hand.
Mamie runs around through the grass
and flowers, and thinks it is a fine play-
ground. See, she has picked some flow-
ers.-" Pooty flowers she says, "hold up
oo heads. So,-that's the way."
While she chatters, her grandfather is
leaning against the old church, and looking
across over the valley. Perhaps he is
thinking of the many friends who once
lived down there in those houses, but are
now sleeping up here on _the hill. His
thoughts are not sad ones, for he knows,
that before very long, he will see his friends
again. He is quite an old man, and soon
his turn may come to be laid in this very
churchyard, which he has tended so long.
IN TH~E CHURCHYARD.
COME here, my dears! Sit down by the
piano, and we will have some music; a real
concert, just like the grown folks do. I
,will begin and play on the piano, and then
Lady Clara will sing us that song about
"Dog Tray." Now, Lady Clara, begin!
Oh! you must sing louder, my dear, if you
want all the people to hear you. One, two,
Old Dog Tray, ever faithful,
Grief cannot drive him away,
For he's gentle and he's/'kind,
You'll never, never find,
A better friend than old Dog Tray."
That was very nicely done, and I hope you
will always remember and be kind to your
own dog, Jack, for he is just like Dog
Tray, "ever faithful." "Faithful," you know,
my dears, means good and kind, just as
dogs (and little girls) should always be.
.Matilda, do you remember the song
Bessie Raymond taught you about the
moon? You have forgotten, and can't sing
without your music! That is a pity, and
Seraphina has such a cold she cannot sing
at all. Well, we. will play this is the mid-
dle of the concert, and stop a few minutes
to rest like the grown folks do.
Now, we will commence again. I will
play some more on the piano, and then
Dolly Varden can sing Little Drops of
Water." Dolly, come here! Now begin!
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,"-
What makes you stop ? You have forgot-
ten the rest? Then take the book right
away and learn it. Now, Nelly-oh, dear!
we shall have to stop. Nellie is asleep,
and Minnie has gone to play with the kit-
ten. But, then, Minnie is only a rag doll,
and hasn't any ears, so, of course, she doesn't
care for music.
THE BREAD TREE.
"TELL me another story about the
strange trees, uncle."
Well, there is the bread-fruit tree."
Is it like real bread ?"
Yes; it has a round fruit something
like a melon, and when it is baked it tastes
very much like bread."
"I shouldn't think the people ought to
starve in those countries, with the bread
fruit to give them bread and the cow tree
to give them milk. They wouldn't need
to work very hard, either!"
No; they don', have to work hard; it
is too hot for that. Then there are a great
many other useful trees, as the banana and
cocoanut trees, the date tree and others."
"I think I would like to live there, uncle.
Why, I never need work at all."
"Ah, Frank, such men are not much
use in the world."
A BASKET OF CHILDREN.
"How many are there, Charley? One,
two, three, four, five, besides the dolly.
What a basketful!"'
"Yes, Susy; I guess it was more than
full, for it looks as if one had spilled out."
"I wonder how they came in there.
Perhaps they climbed in and can't get out."
"Oh! I'll tell you, Susy. Maybe they
have been out playing and got all covered
with dirt, and their mamma has put them
in there until she can get time to wash
them. That one little girl looks tired and
hungry and cross. And the other little one
doesn't look very happy. See. how she
treats her dolly. I think the boys look
better humored than the girls, don't you ?"
"Well, they ought to be; they are big
ger than the girls."
"That is true, Susy dear, and I'm bigger
than you, so I'll not tease you."
A BASKETFUL OF CHILDREN.
"CHUCK-I-TY, chuck-chuck!" said Frisk
to his mate, one mild winter day, as they
came out of their door in a big hollow tree.
"Chuck-i-ty, chuck-chuck! let us take
our lunch outside to-day. To be sure the
ground is white with snow, but how bright
the sun shines."
"That's all very true," replied Mrs. Frisk,
"but it will freeze again in a day or two."
"Never mind that, my dear," said Mr.
Frisk; "let us enjoy the bright sun while
it does shine."
"Yes, that's all very well; but I am
afraid we shall starve before spring. Our
chestnuts are all gone."
"Well," replied Frisk, there is that big
lot of hickory nuts, and under them several
layers of walnuts, and that pile of acorns
in the other corner. Starve! No! We
shall have food enough till Fourth of July."
MAMMA, see this ugly-looking animal.
What is its name ?"
"It is not an ugly animal, dear, though
it certainly is not handsome. That is a
camel, or, as some people call him, a drom-
edary, and he is always kind and patient,
though he has to carry heavy loads a long
way over the hot sand."
But see what big feet, mamma, and
broad knees, too, and what a queer-looking
Yes, they are big feet; that is for walk-
ing-in the sand, and his broad knees are to
help him kneel. You see, he is so tall, that
when his master wants to put the load on
his back, he has to bend his knees and
kneel down, or his master couldn't reach
him. Then what do you think he eats?"
Why, grass, I suppose, and hay."
No; the things he likes best are the
stinging nettles and thistles, and other
Why, how queer! I shouldn't think
he would eat many of those. If can't cost
much to feed a camel."
No, dear; he is content with the coars-
est food, is very patient of hunger and thirst,
and is always gentle and kind."
Is that a monkey upon this one's back,
"Yes, it looks like one. The man seems
to be a kind of traveling showman, using
the camel to carry his things from place to
place. In those countries there is very little
rain; the people often traveling for days
without passing a spring or well, so here the
camel is very useful, for he can go seven or
eight days without taking a drink."
I guess he takes a good big one when
he does reach the water; don't you think
Yes, dear, I guess he does. Enough to
last him another seven or eight days."
A FLOATING HOUSE.
How I should like to live all the time
on a boat, as those men do, wouldn't you,
papa?" said Johnny, as they stood watch-
ing a canal-boat pass along, pulled by
No, I don't think I should, Johnny."
"Why, papa, you could go anywhere
you wanted to then !"
"Yes, Johnny; but their house is rather
crowded, and they can't have a nice gar-
den and trees around it as we do. Did
you ever hear of a bird whose house float-
ed around on the water ?"
No, papa; tell me about it, please."
"This bird builds her nest in the water,
and it floats along among the reeds and
bushes; but if any stranger comes near,
she puts her foot into the water and pad-
dles her house away out of the reach of
"JOHNNY would climb trees. His mam-
ma had often told him not to do it. Last
night he climbed a rough tree, full of knots,
and in getting down he tore his clothes."
"His little sister doesn't look very angry
about it, does she, mamma ?"
"No, Kitty. I suspect she rather likes
to have Johnny climb after cherries, and
apples,, and nuts."
"But his mamma looks displeased. Is
she going to punish him ?"
"Yes, Kitty; she is going to make him
stay in the house all day long, and not go
out to play at all."
"It serves him just right. I guess he
thinks so, too. See how he hangs his head."
"Yes; Johnny says he supposes it is right;
but he can't see why it is that the nicest
cherries always grow at the top of the tree,
if it's wrong to climb for them."
BRAVE LITTLE HARRY.
HARRY wasn't afraid of geese. Oh, no!
He told his little sister he was not afraid of
a thousand geese. That was in the parlor,
when the geese were a good way off. But
when they came at him with their mouths
open, and their snake-like necks stretched
out towards him, he ran away and left his
little sister all alone with them.
"What a brave boy! You wouldn't do
so, brother Ben, would you? But what
makes the geese act so mean to the girl?
The poor little thing is frightened almost
out of her wits."
"Well, you see, the children picked up
one of those little, soft, yellow goslings, and
that excited the geese very much."
"But the children wouldn't hurt the gos-
lings, would they?"
"No; they only wished to feel their soft
down. But, then, geese don't know much."
BRAVE LITTLE HARRY.
TROUBLE AMONG THE DUCKS.
OH! oh! There's trouble in the camp!
See, Uncle Ben There is a flock of ducks,
and that animal has caught one of them."
S"The animal is a fox, Fred. He has
Seen hiding among those reeds for a long
time, keeping just as still as a mouse, watch-
ing the ducks with wistful eyes as th4y were
swimming about on the lake, until they came
close enough to the shore, and then he
sprang out and seized one of them."
"The sly, old fellow. What is he going
to do with it, uncle ?"
He is going to take it home for his din-
ner. Foxes are very fond of ducks."
Yes, I should think they were. But I
guess the ducks are not very fond of foxes;
are they, uncle ?"
I should think not. These ducks cer-
tainly seem to think that his room would
be better than his company."
TROUBLE AMONG THE DUCKS.
But why don't the ducks stay at home
and keep out of the way of the foxes ?"
"This is their home, Fred. They live
about ponds and lakes like this. They are
Oh! are they? There are nine of them,
all scampering off just as fast as they can.
I think it is real mean in them to leave that
poor duck to take care of himself. Why
don't they all pounce on the old fox and
make him let go ?"
"Ah, the fox would like nothing better
than that. What could they do, with no
weapons but their wings ? With his long,
sharp teeth, he would soon dispatch the
Would he ? What an old scamp!
Well, I don't care; if I were a duck I would
give him a good tussle, anyhow."
"Ah! that is where the ducks are wiser
than my little Fred. It is not wise to run
into danger without, at least, a possibility
THE PIGEONS OF VENICE.
"PAPA, please tell me a story about
"Well, Bennie, in the city of Venice, in
Italy, there is a large church called St.
Mark's. At two o'clock, each day, the
bells ring, and the moment they sound,
hundreds of pigeons come from all direc-
tions, and dart into St. Mark's square."
"What do they come for, papa?"
"Because the people pet them, and feed
them there every day, just at that hour."
"Is Venice a big city, papa?"
"Yes, and a very old one. Its streets
are of water instead of pavement. They
call them canals."
"Then they don't have to sprinkle them
in summer, do they? But where do they
drive their horses?"
"They don't have any horses in Venice.
They use boats instead of wagons."
FEEDING THE BIRDS.
"GOOD morning, pretty pigeons, and lit-
tle birdies. Are you hungry this morning?"
"Coo coo, thank you, little Alice; indeed
we are hungry."
"Pretty snow birds, how did you sleep
last night? Are the trees very cold?"
"Chirp, chirp; yes, You would think it
cold, but our feathers are so thick, they
keep us nice and warm."
"I should think you wouldn't stay here
when the snow comes."
"Oh, we like the snow, little Alice; that
is why we are called snow birds. We
never go to warm lands, but, when the
spring comes here, we fly away still further
north, so that we live in the snowy country
all the time."
"Why, how queer that is! I hope there"
, are little girls up there, then, to give you
crumbs every morning."
FEEDING THE BIRDS.
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"Gus," said Emma to her brother, I
wish you would come and tell me about
Oh, that is a woman taking care of her
She is suddenly startled by
something she hears at the door."
Yes; and the children seem startled,
how close they
keep to their
Maybe it's their papa
" Why, you foolish little thing!
wouldn't be frightened at their papa, would
they ? We are always glad when our papa
Yes; but perhaps he is like Kitty
He comes home tipsy, and
makes his children afraid of him."
Mamma, will you please tell us about
this picture ?
What makes them look so
, (-y G
THE STARTLED FAMILY.
"Well, I will tell you. This woman
and her three children are all alone in their
house, and they hear a loud knock 'at the
door. They think the soldiers have come
to look for conscripts."
What is a conscript, mamma ?"
It is one who is compelled to be a sol-
dier against his will."
Do they intend to compel those child-
ren's papa to be a soldier ?"
Yes; but he heard that they were com-
ing that way, and so he went away from.
home for a few days."
"Oh! I m glad of that! Are you not,
"Yes; but just as likely as not they will
catch him when he does come back."
But, mamma, what will his wife and
children do if they take the man off to be
"Oh, they will have to get along the best
way they can. I suppose he would send
some of his pay-money home to them."
"WHY, MAMMA, WHY?"
" MAMMA, why don't the kitties open their eyes,
And' not grope around with such pitiful cries?"
" Because, my child, they would wander and roam;
They are safer now, with their mamma at home."
" Mamma, why don't the birdies have feathers and wings?"
Because little birdies are such silly things,
They would climb from their nests, so soft and so warm,
And surely would fall into mischief and harm."
"Mamma, why can't the baby just scamper and run,
And frolic with me ? We would have so much fun."
" Because he's not ready the dangers to meet
Which lie in the path of his dear little feet.
"So, He who has made all these wonderful things,
Will give to the birdies their feathery wings,
And to baby his strength, and the kitties their sight,
Just as soon as He knows they can use them aright."
MAMMA, look where this donkey is.
Suppose he should fall!"
But donkeys don't fall, dear. They are
very sure-footed. In climbing mountains
they are used instead of horses for that
very reason. The donkey is a patient ani-
mal, and eats thistles and such prickly
plants; so some people compare him to a
wise man, who takes the hard things in life
"I don't think it is so very wise to eat
thistles, when you can get nicer things if
you want them. I wonder what this one
is doing up there ?"
Enjoying the view, perhaps. He must
be able to see a long distance."
Perhaps he has come to see his friends,
Yes, or he may like to hear the sound
of the waves breaking on the rocks beneath.
1i L)UI A E EY.
Donkeys are said to have quite an ear for
"And great, big ears, too! But I don't
think his, is a very sweet voice, do you,
No, there is not much music in his
tones, and people generally are not fond of
listening to him; but he likes music very
much himself. I heard of one once who
used to stand under the window whenever
his mistress played on the piano, or sang;
and one day he must have been very much
pleased, for he even walked into the room,
wagging his tail and braying with all his
"Why, how funny I guess he wanted
to sing a solo, or, perhaps, it was an encore,
as the people do at concerts, to make her
sing again. Was'nt she frightened ?"
Yes, she was rather startled to hear his
great, hoarse voice breaking in, and to see
a donkey in the parlor, but-she lost no time
in getting him out again."
"CHIRP-I-TY, chirp," said a sparrow to
his mate, as they flew into a thick spruce
tree one summer day. "What a nice
shade this is."
I wish you would stop your noise and
let me have my nap out," said a hoarse
voice above him.
Oh, Mr. Owl! Is that you? How
can you be dozing this bright day?"
"I was busy all night when you were
asleep. I get my living in the night."
Yes, Mr. Owl, I know all about it.
You devour little birds, and they do say
that you carry off young chickens. Why
don't you eat seeds and crumbs like us ?"
Well, if I do carry off a young chicken
now and then, I destroy a great many
mice. Why don't you do some good by
picking up worms and bugs as the robins
do, instead of waiting for crumbs."
MAMMA, I don't want to learn this les-
son now; I don't feel like working to-day,"
and Maggie threw down the book and ran
out into the garden.
A bee buzzed by her on his way to the
hive, and said: Why aren't you at work
like the rest of us ?" Then she saw a little
ant tugging away at a big grain of sand.
He was too busy to notice her, so she
passed on to a beautiful white lily. "Surely
You do not work," she said. "Indeed'we
do," answered the lily. "We spread our-
selves out to the light and air, and grow
with all our might."
Over in the orchard she heard the rob-
ins singing, and knew they were busy too
with their nest of young ones, so Mag-
gie went in and took up her book again,
ashamed that she should be the only idle
thing this bright morning.