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Title: Nursery and kindergarten stories containing over four hundred pages of amusing stories, songs and nursery rhymes or the young
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill., music ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: May, Sophie, 1833-1906
Brine, Mary D ( Mary Dow ) ( Author )
Woods, Kate Tannatt, 1838-1910 ( Author )
Pollard, Josephine, 1834-1892 ( Author )
Bates, Clara Doty, 1838-1895 ( Author )
Ober, Frederick A ( Frederick Albion ), 1849-1913 ( Author )
Taylor, William Ladd, 1854-1926 ( Illustrator )
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Peters, DeWitt Clinton, b. 1865 ( Illustrator )
Church, Frederick S ( Frederick Stuart ), 1842-1924 ( Illustrator )
Barnes, Culmer ( Illustrator )
Small, William, 1843-1929 ( Illustrator )
Hassam, Childe, 1859-1935 ( Illustrator )
Saalfield Pub. Co ( Publisher )
Werner Company ( Printer )
Publisher: Saalfield Pub. Co.
Place of Publication: Akron, OH
New York
Manufacturer: Werner Company
Publication Date: 1899
Subject: Nursery rhymes   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's songs   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1899   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories -- 1899   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1899   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1899
Genre: Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Ohio -- Akron
United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Statement of Responsibility: by Sophie May, Mary D. Brine, Kate Tannatt Woods, Josephine Pollard, Clara Doty Bates, Frederick A. Ober and other famous juvenile writers ; illustrated with three hundred and seventy original engravings, including colored frontispiece.
General Note: Illustrations signed W. L. Taylor, Merrill, D. Clinton Peters, Church, Culmer Barnes, W.L.S., F. Childe Hassam, and others.
General Note: Includes music scores.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy lacks frontispiece.
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002224300
notis - ALG4561
oclc - 64591942

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4s. "




RHYMES FOR THE YOUNG ..............



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BERTHA and Reinie, Susie and May,
Out in the sunshiny weather, -
Four little loves, with eyes like doves,
All in the swing together.

Dresses of white, pink, amber, and blue,
With many a tinkling bangle, -
Ribbons and curls, ruffles and girls,
All in a rainbow tangle.

Away they go high, 'mid bending boughs
That sweet May blossoms cover,
Down they come low where daisies grow,
And round pink heads of clover.

Laughing and chirping, singing like birds,-
Birds without ever'a feather, -
Swiftly they fly; then "let her die,"
All in the swing together.


IT was such a lovely day. Callie had been up and out since six
o'clock in the sweet air.
First- he had a splendid swim. Then he played ball, fed a pet
horse, and was all tired
He sat down on the
piazza railing to rest,
and watch the beautiful
river which flowed past
the house. Little Rose
came to him with her 1
hands full of flowers,
begging him to play
with her. Callie was
none too tired to amuse
his little sister Rosy
Posy, and began to tell
her a story about the
fairy who lived in the
clover blossom.
Just then they heard
a cry from some boys
who were under a tree
near by. They watched
for a moment before
they could tell what had
happened. Then CallieV
took baby in his arms
and ran to the spot. What do you think they saw ?
A dear pussy cat, the pet of the children, had a family of five
kittens., They were the delight of the house. Pussy had climbed


into a high tree. I am afraid she meant to steal a bird. She had
fallen right on a kite-string which had caught there, and it had
twisted around her neck till it nearly strangled her.
The boys were much excited, but the tree was too high for them
to climb. Poor Rosy dropped upon the ground sobbing and crying,
while Pussy kicked and kicked but could not escape. Callie at
once saw that something must be done, and ran for the gardener.
The man brought a ladder and cut the string, lifting the cat so that
she should not fall. He gave her to Rose, who hugged and kissed
her till she almost choked her again. She took her back to her
kittens; but they did not know what a narrow escape their dear
mamma had had.
You may be sure there was nothing too nice for Pussy to eat
after this. Rose went without a peach, to give it to her; but she
would not eat a bit of it. Her saucer was always full of rich milk,
and if she was not made sick by candy, it was because she had the
good sense not to eat it.

"I wonder what my dolly is thinking about."



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(.rfe (Cw~o M)OT'ic#.

'I; W. i p' r ,I, I' I i 'i
j, :l'I LITTLE round Robin, as plump
as a plum,
Sf Sits quietly sucking his fat
little thumb,
And thinking, and thinking,
and thinking away,
i Forgetting for once about play-
things and play.
.--- -- --But presently up to the mirror
he goes,
And wisely examines his little pug nose.
"My nose is broken, nurse says, but it's just the same
As it used to be before the new baby came.

"But Robin will go to mamma's room, and she
Will kiss it and make it all well then for me."
Then up-stairs he toddles with anxious blue eyes;
Mamma, Robin's nose is broken!" he sobs -and cries.
Then mamma's fond arms round her little boy meet,
And on the pug nose fall her kisses so sweet,
Till little round Robin is sure it may be
He'll never in future be jealous of baby."


THERE lives for two or three months every summer, on a farm,
away from any neighbors, a little boy named Morton.
He is a contented little fellow, and knows how to make his own
enjoyments, so that he is never lonesome. He thinks his father
is as good as half a dozen boys. To do what a grown-up man does,
is always a great pleasure to a boy of eight.

Morton has his little garden, like his father's big one. He raises
corn, peas, and beans. He has his own little workshop, in which he
can saw and pound to his heart's content.
He is always ready to drive the cow home, feed the hens, and
help take care of the horses. Of course, being a boy, he wanted a
horse for his own, that he could harness and drive. As he couldn't
get one any other way, he thought he would make one.
In the first place he took an old nail-keg and bored four holes, in

MOAMO1 aS csAa

which he stuck the legs, made of broom-handles. There was the
body complete. Now a horse must have a head; so next a piece of
a clapboard was nailed on one end of the barrel for the neck, and

another piece on the end of that, pointing down, for the head. Two
pieces of leather tacked on for ears, two eyes painted in black, and
a tail made of an old feather-duster, made a very good looking horse.


A horse must have something more than good looks to be of much
value to its owner. As he was not a fast horse, Morton decided
that he must draw the plough. A harness of twine was made, and
he was driven out to the field.
He proved to be very steady and pa-
S tient. He never did anything worse than
to lose his head off, and such a good crea-
ture deserved to be well taken care of.
Morton made a stall in the corner of the
barn, and nailed up an old starch-box for
a manger, filling it with oats and hay.
Above it was the little scaffold. It was
^l ^full, and showed very plainly that the little
farmer had a good grass-crop that year.
Every night, when the tired horse was
brought in, he was covered with a bright red blanket, and tied in
the stall, which had been nicely bedded down for him.
J. A. M.


PEEP Peep Peep Ten little orphan babies all crying at once,
and each one trying to cry louder than the other.
What should be done with
them? Poor mother Hen Blacky
had been killed, and who was p
,anm ll I Iii IIbIhI II

to take care of her ten baby-chickens ? Hen Speckle had twelve
Children of her own, -as many as she could cover. No room for the



orphans there. Hen Whitey's eight children were so large and so
ill-natured they would not let the downy little new-comers so
much as look in their coop.
Hen Topknot, who had but four in her brood, would not hear of
adopting any more, and taking care of the little strangers. She
pecked at them so sharply that the poor things ran off, and stood in
a group by themselves in a corner of the chicken-yard, crying as
loud as they could cry.
Susie felt like crying
too. She was so sorry [
for the motherless ones. '

o Ir'l be your mother, myself," said Susie.
She took

put them to bed every night in an old basket, and covered them up

mother! They cuddledran to her wherever she warm, and glad they werhide awaytired.
chick' be iyour mother, myself," said Susie..

put them to bed every night in an old basket, and covered them up

warm. In the morning how glad they were to see their new little
mot her! They ran to her wherever she was when they were tired.
And such a funny sight it was to see those ten chickens fly into
Susie's lap, creep under her apron, and cuddle against her neck with
little cooing sounds !


They never knew any other mother, and they never wanted a
better one. Susie never forgot to feed her babies, and they grew as
fast and were as fine-looking as the other chickens, who had hen-
mothers to take care of them. And Susie learned how to be
thoughtful and kind to helpless things. But one does not often find
a little girl who is mother to ten little chickens.


I WENT out of doors with a nice crust of bread,
And before I had scattered a crumb,
The chickens, who thought it was time to be fed,
Began from all quarters to come.

First Johnny, the rooster; then pretty Miss Brown,
Who in that one color was drest,
With Ellie, and Jackson, and Speckle the clown,
And I don't know the names of the rest.

And as on the step of the porch I sat down,
And smiled at the trick I had planned,
Behind me stole cautiously saucy Miss Brown
And snatched the crust out of my hand!

Away she ran with it, but hotly pursued
By all her companions, until
The great greedy Johnny, who always was rude,
Snatched boldly the crust from her bill!

Then after him went every chicken and hen,
Determined that he should let drop
The nice tempting morsel he carried, and then
There might be a crumb for each crop.


How Johnny did trot! and how Johnny did strut!
'T was easy to see he felt proud,
Not of having the prize they* all coveted, but
Because he was head of the crowd!

While gingerly, stingily strutting along,
With vanity filled to the brim, -
Brave Speckle went darting ahead of the throng,
And stole the nice morsel from him!


And so it continued first one, then another
In haste with the crust taking flight,
Until they all had it ; yet, somehow or other,
Not one had a chance for a bite!

I watched them and laughed at the comical show,
Until they had passed from my view,
And I'd feel better satisfied if I could know
Who ate up that crust, wouldn't you

THEY Nwere not
really lambs. They were dressed alike in frockk
and aprons, and both had long curls. Such beautiful curls! One
was Robbie and the other Bertie.
Robbie Lane lived in the city. He had come with his mamma to
visit his cousin Bertie Collins, who lived in the country.


That morning the little boys had been to see the sheep sheared.
Do you know how it was done ?
The sheep were driven down to the brook, where the hired man
took them into the water, one by one, and gave each a washing.
Then, with a large pair of shears, he cut off the clean white wool.
Bertie and Robbie liked to watch the lambs capering about.
When they went back to
the house, they played at
being lambs. How they
ran, and frisked, and cried
"ba-a-a! ba-a-a!"
By and by Robbie said,
"Let's we have a shear-
ing." But Bertie shook his a
head. "Oh, no, we 're
only lambs."
"Never mind," urged
Robbie; "our wool is long
enough to cut." So he
stole into the kitchen, and
took a pair of scissors that
Aunt Elsie had left on the
The cousins ran around
to the back of the barn.
They wet their heads in -.
the big cattle trough; and 4 ( #t
then Robbie cut off all
Bertie's beautiful yellow cuils! Then it was Bertie's turn. He
took the scissors, and snipped away at Robbie's hair. The last
long brown curl was just falling to the ground, when the two
mammas came to call them to dinner.
"For pity's sake !" That was all Mamma Collins could say. The
tears gathered in her eyes. She had felt so proud of those yellow
curls !
Bertie looked .up half frightened, as he explained, We are two
little lambs.";'


"Two little larhbs You look more like two little monkeys !" It
was Mamma Lane who spoke. Then she couldn't help laughing, as
she looked at the two funny heads; for you must know that Robbie
and Bertie had never learned to cut hair nicely.
"Never mind, Elsie," she went on. "It can't be helped now;
and to tell the truth, I think those boys have been made girls of
quite long enough."
The next day they all went to town. The little lambs were
taken first to a barber's shop, and then to a clothing store; and
before they returned, had been changed into real boys in pants
and jackets.



" PLEASE Will-o'-the-Wisp,
Don't hurry away!
The rays from your lamp
Must liglhti v lone way!"

"Ah, poor, little child!
Return, I entreat!
My path is too wild
For your tender feet.

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

THE day was very dark. Little Meta was lonely, for her mamma
was out. She was wondering what to do, when who should come in
but Miss Louise.
Miss Louise was a young German lady, so pleasant and kind that
every one loved her. She knew many pretty stories. She had
travelled in many countries, and she always had something new
or bright to tell children.
"Oh, dear Miss Louise!" cried Meta, running to her, "please
amuse me "
The young lady thought for a moment, and then she said, Did
you ever hear the bells of Cologne ? "
Why, of course not," replied the little girl. But I have seen a
picture of the Cologne Cathedral in my papa's Rhine album. My
mamma has some Cologne water in a big bottle."
Miss Louise laughed. Wait two minutes," she said. Be very
patient, and when I come back you shall hear the bells of Cologne."
She left the room, and soon returned with a large silver table-
spoon. Then she took a piece of cord about a yard long and tied it
in the middle, in a hard knot, around the slim part of the handle.
She turned up the cloth so that the edge of the table was exposed.
She next asked the wondering Meta to hold out her two forefingers,
Aroundtlhese she wound the ends of the cord..


"Now put those
two fingers in your
S r ears," she said, "and
S"i' swing the spoon so
that the bowl will
strike the edge of the
Meta obeyed. "Oh,
bells !" she cried,
"beautiful, deep-
sounding church
bells! How wonder-
ful and how sweet!
Oh, Miss Louise !"
Meta liked it so
well that she would
have gone on swing-
ing the spoon for an
hour, but her friend
stopped her after a
few moments. Meta
ran off to get the
Rlhine album to show the picture of
the (Cologne Cathedral. Miss Louise
related many curious and interesting
things abol'ut it, so that the afternoon
I passed off very quickly. When the
-o'iiug ll dv went away it was time to
__ get dre<-,.d for tea.
fta I 11e ) little girl has had a dull
Stilie ,f it." said her mamma, when she
Ki caue in from her long drive. "It has
been suIch a gloomy day."
"Oh no, mamma! Miss Louise
came. She's as good or 'most as good as sunlight. After tea, if
you 'll let me, I '11 show you and papa what she showed me, how
to hear the bells of Cologne. May I ? "


Certainly, my pet."
But Meta could n't wait until after tea. When they sat down at
the table the sight of the spoons made her so impatient that her
papa and mamma thought she had better get it off her mind. So
she showed them then, and they were both delighted with the bells
of Cologne.


ONE Monday morning Arthur Strong and his sister Jennie were
getting ready for school. They had to walk a mile. Arthur said,
" Hurry, Jennie, or we shall be late." Jennie wanted her coat,
which was in a dark closet under the stairs. She found it on the
floor. My careless little girl must hang her coat up," said her
Jennie put it on, and ran after Arthur. When they reached the
school-house the teacher had her shawl on. Our stove smokes,"
said she, wiping her eyes. "Keep your coats on, children, until
the room is warm."
Jennie put her mittens in her pocket and sat down. When school
was out, she put her hand in to take out the mittens. Jennie cried
out, Oh, oh !" and the teacher ran to her.
There is something warm and soft in my pocket," said Jennie.
" I can feel it move."
"Let me look," said the teacher. And sure enough, there was a
dear little mouse cuddled down in one corner He had heard the
children read and spell. He had heard them sing. He had heard


them say the Lord's Prayer. Perhaps his bright eyes saw them all
standing up with their hands folded.
The teacher put him in a box. Jennie carried the box home. One
day Arthur made a little cage for him. The mouse is alive now, and
you can see him at Jennie's home. The children feed him every

witIh little ball.

It is about as large as a marble. He rolls it about. He tosses it up
in the air and carries it in his mouth. Jennie says he must go to
college one of thee days.
Mousey looks very wise as he sits in the door of his little house.
When children visit Arthur and Jennie they always want to see
"the mouse that ent to school."


CHASING the butterflies
Through the long grass;
Dirty, but happy,
Gay little lass!


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Dressed up for company,
Dull hours pass;
Clean, but so wretched,
Poor little lass!


DANDY was the name of a pretty black pony. A little
boy rode him every day.
When Dandy was brought up to the gate for Arthur to
ride, a little kitten always came out. She was a pretty,
gray kitten. Dandy would look at her and shake his long
black tail.
The kitten's name was Dot. She was fond of Dandy, and
he seemed to understand her looks. He would shake his
tail several times and then stand perfectly still. Dot would
get on the fence and then climb on Dandy's back.
When Arthur came out to ride he always found Dot in
the saddle. She would move a little to make room for him.
When he was seated, Dot sat behind him. Away they
would ride down by the garden.
When Dandy reached the front gate he would stop and
look behind him. Dot knew what that was for, and she
would get down on the fence and scamper back to the
Then Dandy would trot away with Arthur. After they
had taken a long ride they would come back to the garden
gate. Arthur would then give a low whistle, and Dot would
run out and climb up to her seat. Then Arthur, the pony,
and Dot would go to the stable.
Every day, when it was pleasant, they were sure to ride


out. Dandy would not stir without Dot, unless his master
punished him.
Once Arthur was sent for the doctor and Dot was not
there. The next morning, before breakfast, the groom
found her in a queer place. Where do you think it was ?

In the stable, curled up on Dandy's back. She winked her
eyes and seemed to say, You shall not run off without me
this morning."
Dandy looked very proud and wise. He was always
pleased to have Dot near him. Arthur called Dot and
Dandy his Great Circus Company."


ONE day grandma said to Sallie, "Dinah's little girl is here.
Can't you show her your dolls ?"
Sallie was glad to have a little girl to play with.
Pretty soon she came back and said, "Why, grandma, she's
"Well," said grandma, "she's a good little girl."
"But I'm afraid of her," said Sallie, "she's so black."
"But Dinah's black."
"Dinah's a grown-up woman," said Sallie. "I did n 't know that
little girls were black."
"She is as well behaved as if she were white," said grandma, and
you can have a nice time playing."
So the two children went to Sallie's room, where the dolls were.
"My name's Sallie; what's yours ? asked the white girl.
"Marionette," said the little black girl.
Then they began to play house; but Sallie suddenly said, What
makes you black "
"I don't know," said Marionette.
"Won't it come off if you wash it "
"No," said Marionette.
Did you ever try soap and sand ?" asked Sallie.
"No," said Marionette.
Then let's try," added Sallie. She brought a basin of water and
some soap and sand and began to rub Marionette's hand.
"I guess I'll try your face," she said after a while.
Marionette was a little afraid in the strange house, and had not
dared to cry, but now the soap got into her eyes and the sand into
her mouth, and she began to scream with all her might.
," What are those children doing ? said grandma to Dinah; and
they both ran up-stairs.


There was Marionette crying as loud as she could cry; and there
was Sallie looking as frightened as Marionette, for she had not
meant to hurt her. She held the basin in one hand, and the water
was running over the floor. The.
sand was pouring over the edge of
the table, and the kitten was play-
ing with the soap. Grandma told

Sallie that Marionette's skin was made black; she could not make
it white any more than she could make her own black.
Sallie often-laughs about scouring the little black girl; for this is
a true story, and Sallie is now a grown-up woman.


LITTLE Miss Tuckett sat on a bucket
Eating some peaches and cream;
There came a grasshopper
And tried hard to stop her,
But she said, "Go away, or I scream "


THREE mules harnessed abreast to a coach. Where do they do
it? In some countries of Europe they drive horses and mules in
this way. The people of Mexico would laugh to see horses driven
in pairs, or one ahead of another, because it is not their custom.
It was in a country called Yucatan that I travelled in this manner.
Yucatan is far south of fhe United States, and is a portion of
Mexico. The land is low and flat, like a great broad table of coral
rock. It is very hot there.
Being so hot by day, people travel by night, when it is cool.
The roads are dusty, but you don't mind the dust so much at night.
I hired a driver, and this coach with three mules, to take me forty
miles from the city I was living in, to a hacienda. This is a Spanish
word meaning an estate or farm.
As you may know already, a large part of America was once
owned by Indians. The first people who visited them were the
Spaniards. They were not willing the Indians should have so much
good land, and so they took it away from them. Then the Indians
had nothing to do, and the Spaniards set them to work. They
worked so hard that nearly all of them died.
Why did the Indians allow them to make slaves of them ? Be-
cause the white men were stronger than they, and had guns, powder,
armor, swords, and cannon. The poor Indians had nothing better
than bows and arrows. Little by little the white men from Spain
took the best part of America. But they have lost nearly all again,
for they are not so strong as they were. They own only two
islands now, in America. These are Cuba and Porto Rico. But in
the countries they once conquered, the people speak Spanish.
Even the Indians, most of them, have forgotten their own language


and speak Spanish. This is the reason why we find large estates in
Yucatan and Mexico called haciendas, and small farms called ranchos.
The estate I visited was very large. Its owner had forty square
miles of land. This was planted with only one kind of plant. For
miles and miles you could see nothing else. A great sea of green
was spread out on every side.
What do you suppose was so profitable in Yucatan that they
planted nothing else ? It was not wheat, or barley, or oats, or

even corn, though corn will grow there. It was the hemp plant.
The soil is so poor that few other things will grow there. But the
hemp plant is at home here.
From hemp is taken a fibre from which twine and ropes can be
made. This fibre is cleaned, and packed in bales, and sent by
steamer to New York. There it is bought by the merchants and
sold by them to the rope-makers. Perhaps this very fibre, after
having been twisted into ropes, may visit the land of its birth again.
Thus the world is kept moving. We buy of other people what we
need, and send them our products in payment.

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IF you go out into the fields and
meadows, you will find there many
wonderful little insects. If you are
afraid of some of them, don't forget that
the good God made them, and finished
every part of their bodies just as care.
fully as he has made yours, my dear
There are many strange things to learn
about them too. Do you know how
grasshoppers sing, and bees buzz ? Do
you know how the wasp builds its paper
nest? How the cricket beats its little


tambourines all night long? Or how the tiny ant builds such
wonderful houses, some of them many stories deep ?
The ugliest worms, too, will change by and by to most beautiful
butterflies and silvery moths.
All insects are made without
bones. Their skin is
hardened into a sort of -
horn; it
has been -

cut into
rings which
move easily
upon one another. Yet they
are as solid and strong as
animals which fiave a great many bones.
Instead of lungs and blood- vessels like ours, they have
curious little breathing places all along their sides. They
have small air veins which are filled from these and make the whole
body light.


THERE was a wee darling, -
oh, dainty and fair
As ever a golden-haired baby
could be!
There was a wee doggie with
soft, curly hair,
And never a doggie more cun-
7ning than he!
This baby and doggie, so
friendly were they,
That always together they
were through the day.

Together they breakfasted,
dined, and took tea, -
Baby Grace at the table, and
Snip at her feet;
S, And the three-year-old mistress,
so generous was she,
That full half of her dainties her doggie must eat;
And together the playmates grew healthy and plump,
And the hours went by on a hop, skip, and jump.

Now it happened that Gracie and doggie 6ne day
Grew tired and sleepy, and lay down to rest,
And played they were birdies, safe hidden away
In papa's warm dressing-gown for a snug nest;
And soon on the nursery floor in a heap
Lay those wonderful "birds," all so soundly asleep.


The shadows were gathering all over the room,
When nurse came to look for her darling once more.
Oh, the litter of playthings! She stooped in the gloom
To gather the well-scattered toys from the floor,-
This, that, and the other fast putting in place,
Thinking, meantime, "Why, where is my dear little Grace?"

Then, seeing the dressing-gown there in a heap,
She raised it, and shook it right there in the dark;
When out rolled the playmates, awakened from sleep,
One beginning to cry, and the other to bark!
While nursie jumped back with a regular scare, -
The mischief is in the old thing, I declare!"


THERE Was a sound -of music
unller the window. Two little
children were looking out;
their little In:Ises were pressed
;1 a'yagalinst the glass.
He is a dlirty boy," said
Jennie, lot:,king at the player.
Very, viery' dirty," said
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Open the window and ask him."
The window would not open. Daisy took papa's cane to push
with. Jennie pushed too. Away went the cane through the glass.
It fell down on the sidewalk below.
The little girls began to cry. The tambourine player looked up
and saw the little faces He picked up the cane and ran up the
steps. The servant opened the door. She said: "Get out; no
beggars allowed at the front door."

It fell. The little girls know."
Oh, let him in ca''lled Daisy.

Come up, you nice little boy," said Jennie.

Well, well, those children are always in mischief," added the
What is your name asked'sthe "servant.

"It isfell. The little girls know."Don."
Have yu a father c sad Daisy.
The boy went up-stairs. e had never seen such a fine house.

"I am not is a b eggar; see the anservant.."
"It isfell. The little giDon."s know."
"Oh lRave you a father c"saied Daisy.

"Have you a father? said Daisy.


"No, miss, he is long dead."
"Where do you live t "
"In Boston, miss."
"You don't look like a Boston boy."
"I came from Italy, over the sea."
Then Daisy looked sharply at him. Jennie put her hand on his
arm. It was so strange to see a little boy from over the sea.
When their mamma came home Don was there. The little girls sat
on the sofa looking at him. The nurse and the cook were there too.
Don played the tambourine for them. The tunes were very queer.
Daisy's mother said he was a good boy to return the cane; it
cost a great deal of money. She was very kind to Don. Every
Saturday he goes to the house and works for the lady. She pays
him money, so he can buy shoes. When the children see him
coming they say, Oh, here comes oar Tambourine Don "


LITTLE Fred went to spend
his long vacation with his
S grandpa and grandma in the
M country. Fred's grandpa
had an old white horse
named Betsy. He had
Owned her ever since mam-
ma was a little girl, and
\ Fred and Betsy soon became
great friends.
Every day grandma would
give Fred two biscuits, two
apples, and two lumps of
sugar in a little basket, and he
would take them over to the pasture.
Betsy soon learned to expect him, and waited for him at the


bars. She knew that half of what was in the basket was meant ,
for her.
A very pretty path came in at one end of the pasture. Fred
often wondered where it went, but he never dared to go in very far
alone. One day his two cousins, Alice and Frank, came to make

grandma a little visit. Grandma told Fred he must show them all
over the farm. The next morning, after he had taken them out to
lunch with Betsy, he thought it would be a good chance to go down
the little path. Alice and Frank said they would like to go very
much. Fred was still a little afraid, and kept very near Alice. But


he forgot everything else, when, at the end of the path, they came
upon a lovely little pond. It was all covered with great white lilies
and their green pads.
They wanted to get some lilies to take home. They tried to reach
them from the bank, but lilies have a provoking way of growing
just out of reach. Then they tried to hook them in with sticks, but
got only three or four, without stems. Then they looked for a
board to use as a raft.
At last Frank said they must wade for them. He and Fred took
off their shoes and stockings, pulled up their trousers, and went in.
Fred used a long stick to feel the way before him, so as not to get
into water too deep.
This time they were successful, and got just as many lilies as their
hands would hold.
Grandma was delighted with them; she said she had not had any
lilies from that old pond since grandpa used to bring them to her
years and years before.


THE little brown sparrows have long ceased to sing,
They're each fast asleep in his nest;
The chickens are quiet beneath the hen's wing;
The cow-bell has hushed its ding-a-ling, ding,-
'Tis time Bertie-boy was at rest.


I'll take off his pretty kilt dress and blue tie,
And put on his wrapper instead;
Then, after his sweet good-night kiss to dear Guy,
And low-spoken prayer to Heaven on high,
I '11 cover him nicely in bed.

And all the night long an angel will keep
A loving watch over his rest;
While in through his window the bright stars will peep,
And dreams soft and pretty around him will creep,
Till morn wakes each bird in its nest.



IT was snowing very hard. The white flakes came tumbling
down as though they were in a hurry to get here. The wind blew,
and the air was very cold. But little Mollie did not care for the
cold. She sat on the rug by the fire playing with her kitten.
Mamma sat close beside her, knitting, and Mollie felt very warm
and comfortable.
Pretty soon she heard a great chirping. She ran to the window
and looked out. On the rose-frame, by the piazza, sat six pretty
birds. They looked right in at the window at Mollie, and did not
seem at all afraid. Their feathers were ruffled by the wind. They
drew up first one foot then the other under them, as if trying to get
them warm.
Cheep, cheep, cheep," chirped the sparrows, looking at Mollie.
"Dear little birdies!" said Mollie. "May they come in and get
warm, mamma? "
Their pretty feathers keep the cold out, but they are hungry,"
said mamma.
May I feed them, mamma ? "
"Yes, Mollie; run and get a piece of bread."
Mollie soon brought the bread, which she broke up into small bits.
Then mamma raised the window softly and threw out the crumbs.
The birds all flew away.
"Keep very still, Mollie," said mamma; "they will soon come
Mollie stood by the window as still as a little mouse.
Soon the sparrows came flying back. They looked first at the
bread, then at Mollie. Finally they decided to eat their supper. So


they flew on the piazza and began picking up the crumbs very fast.
Mollie clapped her hands, but they were too hungry to hear her.
When they had eaten all the crumbs, they were tired. Then they

went to sleep on the rose-frame with their heads under their wings.
Mollie fed them every day until the snow was gone and there was
plenty for them to eat.


A WISE old mouse went on tiptoe into the kitchen, to see if Jane
had swept up all the crumbs. There, to his surprise, he met Buzz,
the cat.
"Oho," cried the cat, this is lucky! Now I shall have a fine

dinner." The mouse saw that he was caught. So he said:
"Thank you, Mr. Buzz; but if I am to dine with you I should
like first to put on my red Sunday coat. My old gray jacket is
not nice enough."
This amused the cat. He had never seen the mouse with his red
Sunday coat. Perhaps he will taste better," thought he. "Very


well, Mr. Mouse," he said,
"do not be long, for I am
hungry. I will wait for you- --
here." -
The mouse lost no time,
but at once popped into his '.
hole. The cat waited all
day, softly singing to him-
self; but the wise old mouse :
did not come back.
Since then there is a new proverb in cat-land. It is this: "A
mouse in a gray jacket is sweeter than a mouse in a red Sunday


UPON the wide arms of grandpapa's chair
Little Sir Trotty and Polly the fair,
Like two little rabbits, sit perched on each side,
And stare at each other with eyes open wide.
Don't whisper, don't laugh, don't disturb them, I pray;
For "Who will wink first is the game that they play.

Little pug noses, tip'near touching tip,
A frown on the brow, no smile on the lip;
They're as sober as owls, which they surely should be,
For this is a trial of great skill, don't you see;
And grandpa is judge, and he will tell true
Which one will wink first, the brown eyes or the blue.



THANKSGIVING was Freddy Ray's birthday. Fred, with his little
sister Eunice, had just gone out to try his new sled, when his
father called him to do an errand. Leave Eunice to play with
Rob Roy," he said (Rob Roy was the sled's name), and return as
soon as you can."

It is not pleasant to be sent away when about to try a new sled.
But Fred did not allow such things to vex him. He ran off laugh-
ing, and in about ten minutes he came round the corner again,
panting in his race. Then he saw something that made his heart
There stood little Eunice, white with snow, and with the tears
streaming down her rosy cheeks. By her side, holding the sled,
was a boy; and such a ragged boy! He seemed to wear more

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holes than clothes. His bare toes peeped out of his shoes. He was
pale and thin. You would say he did not know what turkey was.
Fred ran up to him. How dare you," he shouted, "push my
sister into the snow, and take my new sled !" The boy began to
cry. Then Fred noticed his pinched face. He drew back; he had
learned to govern his temper.
Oh, you did n't mean it, I think," he said.
No, I did n't," cried the boy; but I did want a coast so much.
I never had a sled. And the little girl held on so that I pulled her
over. Don't strike me, please! I did n't mean any harm, and I
will drag her on the sled if you will let me."
This was too much for Fred. He pitied the poor, eager boy.
"So you may drag her, and have a coast too if you like he cried.
And he ran into the louse to report to his father.
Now Mrs. Ray had watched the whole scene. I will not tell what
she thought, or how she found out about ragged Joe, for that was
the poor boy's name.
All is, at dinner Fred broke the wish-bone with his father. "I
wish Joe had a sled too," he cried.
"And I wish," said his father, "that my Freddy may always act
like a little man, as he did to-day."
And I must tell you that, after dinner, Fred found ragged Joe in
the kitchen. He had a great basket of goodies, and Fred's old sled
to draw them home with. It was a happy day for Joe when he first
saw the Rob Roy. So it was for Fred too, for he became more of a
little man than ever.


DUKE was a large black and white dog. He had long silky ears
and large bright eyes. When he was a pup, he was so full of mis-
chief that his mistress used to say, We really shall have to send
Duke away; we cannot have any peace of our lives while he stays
-here." Somehow Duke was never sent off. Every one thought too


much of him. Even his mistress, for all she scolded him, would
have been sorry to have him go.
Duke was very fond of a little yellow kitten, and the kitten was
fond of him. Although Duke teased the kitten, he was very careful
not to hurt it, and they had some lively times together.
They used to play hide-and-seek together. The kitten would
run under an ottoman; it came so close to the floor that there was
just room for the kitten to get under. Duke would lie down and

put his head close to the floor. The kitten would stick out its yellow
paw, and Duke would try to catch it; after a while the kitten would
run out, and they would play up and down the walks.
Sometimes the kitten would run under the porch and put its paw
up through a hole in the floor. Duke would come and put his paw
on it; then the kitten would put its head up. Duke would take
its head in his big mouth, pull it up through the hole, and carry it
around the garden. They both seemed to think it fun.


" tSPANGLE-NECK, Spangle-neck, where
will you lay
""' Your pretty white egg this lovely day "
Off in the bushes, where I may, -
Off in the grasses, there I'11 lay."

"Feather-leg, Feather-leg, where do you go
To lay your smooth egg, as white as snow ?"
"Dear little master, where I go,
Only my mistress, sir, must know."

"Rosy-comb, Rosy-comb, tell me, I pray,
Why do you cackle when you lay ? "
"It's been our rule, this many a day,
Always to cackle when we lay."

"Silver-bill, Silver-bill, how do you tell
To sit and hatch so true and so well ?"
"Ask Mother Hen, Miss Belle,
How we learned it. all so well."

"Mother Hen, Mother Hen, before you go
To your roost this evening, I'd like to know."
They saw me do it; and that, you know,
Is a good deal better than talking so."

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OUR Jenny was a small brown donkey, which we used to tor-
ment with kindness. She had long, brown shaggy hair, and we
often combed it with a curry-comb; but Jenny was always dusty.
We had a little buggy, painted green, just light enough for her to
draw, and three or four of us would get in to it at once. Then poor
Jenny had a hard time, for she had to draw us up and down the
road until we were tired.
They call donkeys patient; but they are obstinate, too. Jenny
would take it into her head to stand still, and then nothing would
make her go. We might push and whip, and call to her. Nothing
would do; she would only shake her long ears now and then, as if
she would say, I hear you, but I don't heed."


Once, after Jenny was very old, and the children had all grown
up, she strayed away from home. The family had gone away; and,
when they came home, Jenny had been missing for weeks. Poor
thing Some cruel people had tied her in the woods, and given her
nothing to eat. When she was found, it was too late to save her.
She had starved to death. PINK HUNTER.


SOME years ago a very dense fog settled in London and its
suburbs. For four days people made their way about as well as
they could by the aid of gas and torches. This aid was of little
use, as the fog was so very thick. At
night you could not, as they say, "see
your hand before you."
A gentleman was
going home from a
friend's house on
th e first night of
this fog. He could
get no sort of car-
riage, and had to
walk more than two
miles. He, groped
along for the first
mile by the help
of a torch, and
thought he should soon be safe
at home, when all at once the
torch went out.
What was he to do ? He had
no idea which w7ty to go. He
was afraid to go forward, afraid
also to turn to the right or to the left.
"After'a step or two he came to some railings. Now," said he,
" I'm all right. I can feel my way along by these railings, and


when I get to the end I will try and find some wall or other help to
auide me."
So on he went, thinking the railings extended a very long way.
Suddenly he came against another man, also plodding along by
keeping a hand on the railings.
"Can you tell me, sir, where I am ?" asked the gentleman.
"Well," said the man, I think we are walking around Dempster's
---- railings that enclose the
oval opposite his school.
I 've been going around

this railing for the last
hour, and I think I may
as well stop now. What
say you "
"I don't see that we
shall do much good by
going on," replied the -
gentleman. So there they stood laughing at their situation till a
wagon came along, and by the light from the driver's torch they
managed to find their way home.


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THE Christmas bells in many a clime
Their joyous peals are ringing,
And sweet in cot and palace chime
The children's voices singing.
While here we see the Christmas tree
Its gay fruit bending o'er us,
We, glad of heart, will bear our part,
And swell the Christmas chorus.

We bless his birth, who came to earth,
And in his cradle lowly
Received the earliest Christmas gifts, -
The Christ-child, pure and holy.
To him we raise our thanks and praise
For all the love he bore us;
For his dear sake our hymn we make,
And swell the Christmas chorus.

And while we strip these laden boughs
Of all their shining treasure,
He from above will look with love
Upon our harmless pleasure.
He gave our friends, our joys he sends,
He ever watches o'er us;
He bends his ear our song to hear,
And loves our Christmas chorus.

Still, "Peace on earth, good will to men,"
The heavenly choirs are singing;
And, Peace on earth, good will to men,
Through earth to-night is ringing.
We catch the strain with sweet refrain
That angels sung before us,
And join the song with heart and tongue,
The holy Christmas chorus.

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CHRISTMAS was coming. Jamie and Ted had already begun to
write long letters to Santa Claus. But one thing was rather queer:
both boys asked him for the same things.
Each little letter ended with, Just like Brother's."
They agreed to ask for only one sled. They would rather ride
together. Now-was not this very sweet and loving?

One night, after they had gone to bed, Jamie said, Ted, if Santa
Claus brings us skates, Jim can teach us how to use them."
"0 yes, and if we get fur mittens, it will be such fun to make a
"And a snow-man," Jamie answered.
Ted went on. "I'll always ride the sled down a hill, and you
can ride it up."
"I guess vyu won't," Jamie said, speaking loudly.


"Why not ?" Ted asked.
"Because it '11 be as much my sled as yours."
"Yes, 'course," Ted replied, "but I chose it first."
"You are a selfish boy !" said Jamie.
"Well, then, so are you!"
"I don't care. I won't sleep with you. I'll ask mamma if I
can't have the first pick;
I'm the biggest," roared
Jamie, bounding out of
You 're a big, cross
cry-baby," Ted shouted,
jumping out after his
Away ran Jamie to
mamma, with Ted at his
heels. Both were angry.
Both talked at once.
Mamma was grieved.
Her dear little boys had on
never been so unkind to
each other before. She ?"-
kissed their hot faces and
stroked their pretty hair.
She told them how their
naughty words hurt her.
She showed them how
displeased God was to see two little brothers quarrel.
That night they went to sleep in each other's arms, full of love and
Christmas morning came at last. Very early the boys crept out
of bed just to "feel" their stockings.
Papa heard them, and, remembering that he was once a boy,
lighted the gas.
Each little red stocking was full from toe to top. Boxes and
paper parcels were piled around them. Such shouting! Such a
good time I It seemed as if all their letters had been answered.


Suddenly Jamie cried, 0 Ted, here's a letter !"
They put their little heads together, and with papa's help spelled
this out: -
MY DIAR BOYS, No sled this year. It quarrelled so, I was
afraid to bring it. I dropped it off the load about a week ago.
Get ready for it next year. Merry Christmas SANTA CLAUS.


ON Christmas day there is a great feast in Dublin. This, you
know, is the chief city of Ireland. The feast is made for the chil-
dren. There are in that city a great many little ones who are very,


very poor. There are kind people there also, who look after these
poor children. They have what they call ragged schools," where
many of them are taught to read, and to sew, and other useful
Dr. Nelaton is a famous minister in Dublin, and every year he, with
other good people, gets up this great feast for the children. About eight
hnndrrd of them carome lhst year.

own. These aprons were only lent them foI the day, and the
children felt very fine in them But ere were two long rows

But they brightened up, just like the children with aprons, when
they saw the feast. A huge mug of steaming tea and an immense
bun to each chil! rarely did they have such a treat as this. And
bright colors, to hide thEach childhad all he wanted. It would haveof its
own. These aprons were only lent them for the day, and the
children felt very fine in them. But there were two long rows

without any aprons. These were little ones who had been picked
up along the streets. Each ragged scholar had permission to bring
all the children he could find. And oh, how ragged and dirty these
two rows were !
But they brightened up, just like the children with aprons, when
they saw the feast. A huge mug of steaming tea and an immense
bun to each child Rarely did they have such a treat as this. And
how they did eat! -Each child had all he wanted. It would have


done you good to see their poor, pinched faces beam with delight.
During the meal a large throng of orphan children in the gallery
sung some sweet songs. Then after the, feast there were small gifts,
and little speeches, and prayers, and more songs. The little ragged

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o11(s see :e1 like
_ew beigs, ill this

S- Su.h a glad day as
that Christmas was
a rare event in their sad lives. Children who live in happy homes
know little about the sufferings of the poor. Perhaps if they knew
more, such little ones would try harder, by gifts and kind acts, to
carry sunshine to sorrowful hearts.
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THERE is a lad
Who's never bad,
Nor can he mischief do.
His almond eyes
Look very wise:
I've christened him "Hop Loo."

He's always still;
His screams don't fill
The air with terrors new.
He never grows,
And turn-up toes
He wears on either shoe.

He's well behaved;
His head is shaved;
His hair is in a queue.
While he is here, -
This fact is queer, -
He is in China too

He never ran;
He holds a fan;
His garments are sky-blue;
But on a plate
Of ancient date
You'll see this good Hop Loo



HAVE you ever noticed the
long horns on the grasshoppers,
kqL beetles, and the like ? These
are antenna, or' feelers. They
turn every way, and are what they hear
with, that is, it seems so. If you
watch some of them when they hear a
noise, you will see them stretch out these
feelers. They keep them motionless, as
if they were listening. When the noise
is over they will move them about care-
lessly again.
The eyes of insects are wonderful
things; they have many in one. Un-
der a glass* they seem just like paved
These strange eyes do not help them
to see at a distance, but they are very
useful when the insects go inside of
To a fly everything must look very
S rich, for one rose may appear to him like
ten thousand, and one drop of honey like
ten thousand drops.
Now if a man were made without
bones, breathing out of his
sides, with a head
almost all eyes,
wouldn't he be a
funny looking ob-
= A microscope.


"How do you do, little Mary ? said I.
She put her finger in her mouth, but did not speak. I sat on the
sofa, holding the new baby. Mary did not like the baby, and that
was why she stood ever so far away and frowned.

"Is your dolly pretty well ? I asked.
She blushed, and hung her head. Then she ran and climbed
upon mamma's bed with that big, big wax dolly, and began to
"Dear little Mary! said mamma, putting her arm about her, and
holding her close to her heart. But little Mary only cried the


"0 mamma," said she, "I love you, I love papa, I love all the
folks, but I don't love the baby! Baby is naughty "
Mamma looked sad. She knew Mary had not been happy since
the little brother came. She did not like to have any one rock him,
or sing to him, or kiss him. She wanted all the kisses herself; and
then, too, she was so
afraid mamma would for-
get to love her, now that
the new baby was here.
Poor little Mary This
was a sad mistake. Her
mother's heart was very
large, -large enough to
hold and love two darling
children just as well as
I went away, thinking
how dear and sweet that
baby was, with his soft
blue eyes, and smiling
mouth, and cunning hands;
but I did not like to think
his sister Mary had
frowned at him, and said
such unkind words.
Four weeks after this I -- -
saw the pretty baby again. --
He was pale and weak,
for he had been very ill; but the doctor said he would soon be well.
He lay in his mother's arms, and Mary knelt beside him, kissing his
dear little hand and face, and feet.
Mary lo s her brother now," said mamma.
Oh, ye ; I knew that the moment I saw her."
She, as very sopry when she thought God was going to take
him a y," said w Jamma, "and she means now to be always good
to h4i if God Wts him stay here with us."


"Oh, how glad I am !" said I.
And then little Mary hid her face in her baby brother's bosom,
and I heard her whisper: "I love mamma, I love papa, I love you,
and I love God "
Tears came in mamma's eyes, but she kissed her little daughter
with a tender smile; and I thought I had never, never seen her
look so happy before.


MABEL and Fay thought it would be nice to play gypsies and
steal their baby brother away from mamma. Then they would
make her pay piles of money for bringing him back. So they
dressed up, and were dreadful-looking gypsies, in slouched hats and
long coats. They hid little Georgie carefully on the front, porch
behind some chairs and an open umbrella.


Mamma was listening, and soon she said: "Where is Georgie ? I
saw some gypsies near here to-day; I am afraid they have stolen
him." So she looked in all the wrong places she could think of.
Then she sent Dinah, the cook, and told her to offer ten dollars for
the lost baby.
Presently the two dreadful gypsies came in and asked her if she
wished to buy a baby. 'She paid
ten round pieces of gilt paper
to the chief of the robbers,
which was Fay, and got

her dear stolen baby back. Then she made believe" she had been
very much frightened about Georgie. The gypsies broke down, and
one of them wept, because she thought mamma really had been
troubled. Then Mrs. Godwin kissed the terrible gypsies and told
papa all about it when he came from the office.


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THE Aztecs, the people who ruled Mexico four hundred years
ago, were very clever. They could copy any object in nature that
they saw around them. Frogs, birds, leaves, ducks, lizards, ser-
pents, foxes, wolves, and dogs, of all these they made images in
gold, silver, clay, and stone. Many of these they adored as gods,
but most of them they used as ornaments. The Spaniards, who
took their country from them in 1521, wondered at their skill.
They said that no silversmith in Spain could make such fine work.
But what they most admired, and what they had never seen
before, was the feather-work. Even the old soldiers, who had passed
all their lives in war, were struck with its beauty.
When the Aztecs were conquered, nearly all their beautiful arts
were lost. They soon forgot how to cut precious stones, and how
to mould silver and gold, for they were made slaves of, and had to
labor in the fields. The art of making objects in feathers is about
the only one they have kept and passed down to the present time
from father to son. Even this they are very careful not to show to
strangers. They work in secret, and carefully guard it from sight.
When in Mexico I tried hard. to find out how they made the
lovely birds on cards, which they offered for sale on the streets. A
friend took me to the house of one of these artists. It was a little
hovel, where he sat on the mud floor and toiled. But when he heard
as coming he put away all his work and would not let us see it.
He was an Indian, with brown skin and black, straight hair. He
wore ragged clothes, and had an old blanket to keep, him warm at
night. Poor as he was, no money would tempt him to show us the


secret process he had learned from his father, which had been kept
in the family for hundreds of years.
Great skill is required to produce a
perfect picture. First, the Indian traces
on the card the outlines of the body
.i1 the bird in wax, just enough for the feathers
to stick to. Then he begins at the lower
part and places them on,
I. one at a time, one row lap-
ping over the other, as a
I'( I I^ slater lays slates. He works
I very slowly and patiently
his is the secret of his perfect

work, and the reason
that no other people
have been able to
equalhim. The result -
is, a bird that looks as
though it might sing or fly.
The eyes are made with small glass beads,
and the bill and feet are painted so nicely
that they appear to be part of the bird.
Then he paints a twig or branch for it to
rest on, or makes one from a feather, and
his work is done.
The finest pictures are made from the
bright feathers of the humming-bird. These
are found only on the throats of these living jewels, and it takes


several birds to yield feathers enough for one picture. When in
the sun, or strong light, the feathers glow like bright gems. They
gleam like rubies and emeralds, and seem like live birds perched
in the sunlight of their native tropics.
As works of art, these feather pictures are admirable. As the last
remains of a gifted people, they take us back to the storied past.


WHAT do you think, doll Rosa ?
Look sharp at me, and say!
What do you think has happened
I'm six years old to-day.
Yes, this is why my dear mamma
Has dressed you up so gay,
And brought you here to visit me, -
I'm six years old to-day!

You see how fast I'm growing ?
Oh, I forgot, you know,
That you had only met me
An hour or two ago!
I've grown a year since yesterday!
My papa told me so.
I'm sure I did n't feel so tall
A day or two ago!


And, don't you think, doll Rosa,
I'm 'most too old to play .
I really feel quite busy,
Because I'm six to-day.

I guess I'll help mamma a while!
I wonder what she'll say.
And after that we'll celebrate!
Because I'm six to-day.




THE moose, which is now never seen except in Northern Maine,
is a strange looking animal. He is large, with great spreading horns,
and is very ungraceful and clumsy.
Most little boys and girls would be frightened to meet so queer
an animal in the woods. And Robbie True, a little friend of the
writer, was much scared when he first saw one.
Robbie was on a visit to his uncle in Caribou, a town near the
border of Maine. One clear morning in March, Robbie and his dog
Scott went out of doors to walk on the hard crust that had formed
on the snow.
They walked to a large forest not far from the house where
Robbie had, set a trap for a rabbit. He was looking in the trap to
see if one of the little fellows was there, when he heard a noise not
far away. The sound was like something breaking through the
snow. Suddenly a large animal came in sight, panting and almost
tired out, for he broke through the crust at every step. Robbie was
frightened and ran toward home, but Scott stopped to bark at the
tired animal.
Robbie had run but a little way when he heard men shouting, and
turned about to see what it meant. He saw three hunters with guns
a little way behind the moose. The men wore snow-shoes, and
were running quite fast.


Soon the men got nearer to the moose, when the animal turned
and stood up on its hind legs. If the hunters came too near he was
going to defend himself with his fore feet.

S While the moose was in this
"c position, Robbie saw one of the
men take aim with his gun. A
'-s- loud report followed, and the
poor animal fell on the hard
crust, dead.
Robbie gave a little cry of pain, and, calling Scott, quickly ran
He told his uncle of the strange animal he had seen, larger than
a cow, with great horns, and that it had been shot by a hunter.
His uncle told him it was a moose.


IT was as good as a show" to see Zip. eat. Zip was Uncle Will's
tame crane. He was very fond of meat. When
he was given a piece, he began at once to swallow
it. Then you could watch it all the way down.
It went round and round his neck, for a crane's
throat curls about in a coil.
Dr. Stym came in one day, and was amusing
himself by seeing Zip swallow. As the lump of
meat twisted about and down that long neck,
the Doctor cried: What fun he must
have eating, if he tastes it all the
way down!"
Among the pets of the
house was a tame chicken,
who used to come into
the sitting-room She


would jump upon Uncle Will's knee, and eat corn from his hands
One morning when Dr. Stym was there he said he would like to
see this famous chicken. So Uncle Will went to the door and
called, "Betty! Betty !" but no chicken came. He called again
and again, but no Betty was to be seen. He looked all -bout the
yard and stable. It was all in vain.
Then the Doctor ran out to help in the search. To make fun, he
began to look in all sorts of odd places. He felt in his pockets.
He peeped under the door-mat. He looked into the key hole. He
made everybody laugh with his jokes. At last he said that Zip
must have swallowed the chicken, and he would look down his
Zip was standing on one foot, as usual, upon a small wooden pail;
it was upside down, and made a fine perch for the crane. As Zip
saw the Doctor coming near, he stepped down to run away. As he
did so, he turned the pail over. Then, lo and behold! out walked
the missing Betty. The pail was so small that the poor chicken's
tail was bent square about. How they all laughed at her odd
"Now did Zip hide that chicken in there ? asked Dr. Stym.
Nobody knew. Zip looked wise enough to have done it. But no
doubt Betty did it herself, when she hopped upon the edge of the
pail, hoping to find some corn inside.




FIVE happy years have swiftly passed away;
Willie has got his first pocket to-day;
Ha! Ha!
Oh, how my baby is slipping from me!
What a big man my darling soon will be!
Next year a vest and suspenders we'll see;
Ho! Ho!
Proud, very proud of his pocket is he;
See, he has stuffed it as full as can be;
Ho! Ho!
Now toward his mother he turns his brown eyes,
And, though like a melon it looks from its size,
"My pocket ain't big enough, ma!" he cries.
Ha! Ha!



LITTLE children, don't you hear
Some one knocking at your door?
Don't you know the glad New Year
Comes to you and me once more, -

Comes with treasures ever new
Spread out at our waiting feet?
High resolves and
purpose true
Round o0rn lives to
rl~usic. ;Xv-eet.

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Ours to choose the thorns or flowers.
If we but mind our duty,
Spend aright the priceless hours,
And life will glow with beauty.

Let us, then, the portals fling,
Heaping high the liberal cheer;
Let us laugh, and shout, and sing, -
Welcome! Welcome, glad New Year!


TONG WING is a little Chinese
boy. He has long, narrow eyes
and a round face. His hair is
shaved off his head, except on
the crown, where it grows long,
and is braided with red silk into
a long queue.
Tommy's mother keeps Tong
to wash dishes, and help her
about the house. He is only
eight years old, and so small that .
he has to stand up on a box to .
reach the dish-pan; but he is 1:1
very quick and handy, and hardly
ever breaks anything.
He says he has a dear mother
away off in China, and he hopes to save enough money some time
to go back and see her.


Nobody seems to care for him except a tall, cross-looking China-
man, that he calls his cousin.
This cousin comes to see him every Sunday, and little Tong
always looks glad when he goes. I do not wonder, for he always
says to Tommy's mother: "This boy no good, play, bleak (break)
dishes, you tell me; I whip him." And then he scowls until poor
little Tong trembles in his wooden shoes.
But Tommy's mother
always says, "Oh, no!
he's a very good boy;"
and she wonders how her
-~- own Tommy would get
along washing dishes in
some rich Chinaman's
Tong adt ia-:, kitchen.
Saia iWhen his work is done,
Tong loves to play with
i Tommy; and a very pleas-
art playmate he makes,
S- He once made a wonder-
Y- ..- i' ful kite for Tommy. It
S .. was the best kite in town,
until it fell in love with
the telegraph wire, and refused to come back to earth. Tong and
Tommy were in despair.
Tong made a new one, in the form of a bird. It had gold eyes,
and red, blue, and yellow feathers. It was done on Friday, and on
Saturday morning the wind was just right. Tong wanted to go
right out, for the wind might go down; but he had his dishes to
wash, and it would take him an hour.
Leave 'em on the table, Tongy; ma won't care said Tommy.
But Tong shook his head, and looked sad.
You go up stair; me do 'em well (very) quick," he said. And
when Tommy had gone, he piled them up in the closet, on the floor,
and covered them over with the big clothes-basket. Then he coiled


his queue around his head, called Tommy, and off they skipped,
holding the kite between them.
When Tommy's mother came down stairs to see about lunch, she
saw the basket in that unusual place. She was very much surprised
to find the dirty dishes underneath.

Tong stayed out longer than he intended, and when he came in
he was frightened to find the basket gone and the dishes washed.
His round face was very long, as he said to Tommy's mother,
" You tell my cousin ? "
No," said his kind mistress, "but you must not do that again,
And Tong never has been naughty since.

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Andante moderato. mf

Voice 4Si ES ___

a b 1 Let us now our voices raise,
S P Legato. 2. Thus his in fant life be gan,


In a joyful song of praise, Sing to hail the happy morn when the Saviour
Thus God's son became a man; Humble was his lot be low, To re deem us
S-- -e _____ -____
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Christ was born. In a low ly, hum ble shed Was his man ger cra dle bed;
all from woe. When we deck each home this day With the hol ly and the bay,

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(See Frontispece.)

I 'LL tell you of a little maid
I've chosen for my Valentine;
She is not very wise or staid,
And numbers years from seven to nine.
But truth looks from her eyes of blue,
And oh, Jier voice has music in it:
I 'm speaking only strictly true;
You'd surely think 'twas lark or linnet

She always does just what she should,
Without a fuss or bother;
So nice, so loving, and so good,
You scarce could find another.
And so for my sweet Valentine
I choose this little darling maid, -
My dearest daughter, seven to nine,
Who is not very wise or staid.


THERE is a funny little creature that wears a covering all ovel
his face just like a mask. And what do you think it is for ? Let
us see.
Perhaps you have seen the beautiful dragon-flies that look so
much like humming-birds and butterflies too. They
have broad wings, as thin as a fly's, that glitter like
glass in the sunshine. Their backs are just like blue
You will always find them in the hot sum-
i v mer months flying through
the fields, or over ponds
and rivers. In the country
they are called "devil's
darning-needles," because
they are so slender, perhaps.
Thle French people call them
S"demoiselles," which means
SNow this handsome, swift
Creature grows from an ugly
-__ bug, that crawls over the
=-- mud at the bottom of the
1 pond. And this is the way it
comes about.
-i Little white eggs are laid on the water, the
ripples carry them far away, and then they sink
into the mud.
The warm sun hatches them, and from each egg creeps a tiny
grub of a greenish color. They are hungry creatures, with very bad
hearts. They eat up every little insect that comes in their way.


They are very sly, too. They creep towards their prey as a cat
does when she is in search of a rat.
They lift their small hairy legs, as if they were to do the work. It
is not the legs, but the head that does it. Suddenly it seems to open,
and down drops a kind of visor with joints and hinges.
This strange thing is stretched out until it swings from the chin.
Quick aspa flash some insect is caught in the trap and eaten.
This queer trap, or mask, is the under lip of the grub. Instead of
being flesh like ours, it is hard and horny, and large enough to cover
the whole face.
It has teeth and muscles, and the grub uses it as a weapon too.
It is nearly a year before this ugly-looking grub gets its wings.
A little while after it is hatched, four tiny buds sprout from its
shoulders, just as you see them on the branch of a tree. These are
really only watery sacs at first. Inside of them the wings grow
slowly until you can see the bright colors shining through.
Some morning this hairy-legged little bug creeps up a branch.
Then he shakes out his wings and flies away into the air, a slender,
beautiful dragon-fly.
I have told you of the only creature in the world that wears this
curious mask.


ALICE was sitting all alone in the parlor. She grew tired of play-
ing with her doll Chirp; so she went to the window to look out.
It was snowing fast, and all was still in the street. After watching
a few moments she saw a lame old man go by. He walked with
crutches, and limped as if in pain.
"Poor man," sighed little Alice, "how I do pity you!" Just
then she heard a shout of laughter, and two snow-balls flew past
the winl-,v. .

struLlck th, Old,
m aIil ul,:,n tl-, I ,I


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a cry of pain. Then the two boys who threw the snow-balls began
to laugh and hurrah. The lame man turned and spoke to them, but
they only laughed the more. Then they began to pelt him again.
You bad boys," said Alice to herself; how I wish my papa was
here to give you a good whipping." Saying this, Alice started up.
She had a sudden thought. She slipped on her little cloak and hat


in a hurry, and ran out the front door. The boys were just about
to throw some more snow-balls at the poor man.
"Little boys," cried Alice, as she ran up to them, "how would
you like it if your papa was lame, and some bad boys threw snow-
balls at him ? The boys stared. They did not know what to make
of this. Alice spoke very
sweetly to them, and they
were ashamed. They -
turned about and ran
away as fast as they i
could. The lame man
looked back and said, r: g
"God bless you, little
Miss," as Alice went up
the steps. Just then she ri
saw the two boys watch-
ing her from the corner. '.-'
The next day Alice was
sitting with her mother, _-_ .
when the door-bell rang
loudly. Then they heard
steps going swiftly away. '
"It must be those bad J' i .
boys again," said Alice.
Her mother went to the door, and came back smiling..
In her hand she held a little wooden puppy that barked. "I
think you gave the boys a good lesson, little daughter," she said.
Around the puppy's neck a card was tied, and on it these words
were printed: "For a nice little lady. From Tommy and Dick."


HARK, how the rain is pouring
Hark, how the north winds blow I
Think of the poor, poor chil-
Who have nowhere to go,
But crouch in sheltered corners
To keep from wind and rain.

Do you thank God, dear little
That you know not such pain I
Then think of them with pity,
And try what you can do
To make the poor, poor children
Both warm and happy too.


ONE Monday Steve, who had been to church the day before for
the first time, thought he would have a church of his own. The
four sisters were to be the people in the pews. Steve stood up and
tried to look as much like old Doctor Brown as he could, but I must
say it was not very much like him. Any how, he was satisfied,
and his people too.

He got on a stool, and that was the pulpit. The others were in
chairs. And if the young, preacher did not speak very well, he
spoke very loud, and seemed to think that that was all the same.
He read from an almanac upside down, and gave out some hymns
from his little sister's spelling-book. Nobody sung them, so he said
he would preach some more.
I think he gave them, in all, some five sermons, all very much
alike. He then carried a lunch-box around for the pennies. The
girls all put in spools, and he seemed quite as well pleased. He
wanted to preach again next day, but nobody came.


A QUEER name for a baby !
But this baby was an infant alligator. One of the "Pike-nose
family," and a native of Florida.
Mamma alligators build their nests among tall reeds by the banks
of rivers or shallow ponds. The nests look like small tents about
four feet high. First, mamma alligator makes a circle on the ground
about as large round as a wagon-wheel.
A mud floor is smoothed over this circle. As soon as it is hard,
she packs on it as many eggs as she can crowd together. They are
larger than a hen's egg, and have very hard shells. Then comes a
second mud floor, a little smaller than the first, and more eggs. And
so on, until the peak of her house is reached, and there is no more
Sometimes a hundred eggs are in one house. Mamma alligator
keeps careful watch over them. She fights if enemies come near.
Baby alligators follow the mother in water just as ducks swim out
after their mothers.
When baby alligators lie on the shore in the sunshine they whine
and yelp like little dogs. At first they are not very strong. If
large birds peck at them, or ugly turtles poke them, they cry out
for the mother.
One day a mamma alligator went off fishing, and a black boy
caught one of her babies. It was about six inches long. He sold
the little creature to a lady. Master Pike-nose slipped about the
house easily, but was awkward running on the ground. So, in fun,
he was called Shuffle. He had a small bath-tub for his home. There
he was happy, and every one petted him.
One day Shuffle was missing. Oh, what hunting there was! All
the boarders looked through closets, and under beds and sofas.
Nothing was heard of Shuffle all night.
Little Daisy Fenn, waking early, peeped through the bars of her
"0 mamma, see, the paper is moving she cried.
"In the fireplace," added Jack. "See, see l"


Ha, ha, I see hiiks is, =
said mamma, now Wilb
awake. Mast-er Pike-nv '11
popped ouit, quite a;s mu.1ch
surprised as any one. '. "
It didl not take 1:n g to
catch the rogue andil put i ,M'i,,,
him into lhis bath-tul) h,:me. -
"Just to think :,t it," said
all in a breath; "we all slept in the room with an alligator, a free
alligator I"


"And nobody was hurt," added Jack. "That's the funny part
of it."
Shuffle was a very small eater. A bit of raw beef the size of a
pin-head, fastened to a quill, was given him. This was all he wished
for a day, and sometimes he would not eat even that. Old alligators
go whole days without food.
In the spring, when Jack returned to his Northern home, he
brought Shuffle with him in a box, a present from the landlady.,


ABBIE'S mamma made a little cookie boy. He had a head and
body, legs and arms. She made two little places for eyes. Then
she put him in the oven, with some other little cookie boys, and
baked them all to a pretty brown color.

Our little cookie boy was taken out of the oven and laid upon the
table. He saw Abbie and her brother and sister playing. He
wondered whether he was like them. He thought he would ask;
but Abbie's mamma had forgotten to give him any mouth, so the
question could not get out.
He wondered next whether his hair was curly like Abbie's auntie's.
He tried to feel, but Abbie's mamma had forgotten to give him any
elbow joints, or to make his shoulder blades loose. He tried to get


up; but, poor fellow, he had no knees or hips. All he could do was
to lie still and look around, and wonder what he was made for.
While he was wondering, Abbie's mamma took him up and tied a
blue ribbon around his neck. She hung him up on a green tree,
with little lights shining all over it. It was loaded with pretty
things. He now began to feel quite vain. He thought he too must
be very beautiful to be
put among them.
One by one the things
were taken off the tree.
Little faces grew brighter
as the little arms became
fuller. At last our little
cookie boy was taken off .
and given to a merry lit-
tle girl. She squeezed .
him so tight that he
wanted to scream.
He did not think she
meant to kiss him, but she
did put him up toward her
mouth. He did not know
what to do. He could .
not faint and turn pale,
he was too brown. He
could not get away, for .
he had no joints. He '.
was looking at the rosy
little mouth so near him. He saw one of his own arms go into that
mouth. Then he saw the other arm go in. He wanted to cry.
Before he had time to be sorry that he could not, his head was
popped into the mouth. He knew no more.
The little rosy-lipped girl thought he was the best cookie boy she
ever ate. My advice to mammas, when they make little cookie boys,
is not to give them any eyes. Then they need not look on and see
themselves eaten up.

. ,. -


iuWrEPE i tie honey-bleeI-'
Wh r has itj.- swallov flwvn?
ilv the clii:ktdee
'lih irr'ups hi.s sing1 aIlone.

When? ik tile b:>oboliiik,
Dulbb'liiin i w ithi ierriment ?
Whit whvs; tha- rOi adl, think,
The gi'lling ire-fiv went ?

WIitherJ iew the little n ins,
(-'rown iln green fllriest aisles?.
Where ;ot the pretty things
That bl,:i,somed miles on miles ?

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LITTLE Josie is a very sweet child with dark eyes and soft light
hair. She has a large dolly, and when she comes down in the
morning with Miss Dolly in her arms, everybody is glad to see
them both. She talks a great deal, and sometimes we cannot make
out all she says, but we like to look at her and hear her sweet
One morning she went to breakfast in the big hotel all alone, and
had a round table and a big waiter for herself. Jim was very good
to the little lady, and proud to wait on her; but Josie wanted as
many things as two or three grown people would have wished. She
held out her hands for so many things that Jim did not know what
to do. Mamma came in and would not allow her little girl to call
for anything more for fear she should make herself sick.
M. T. I.



ONE day Frank was with his mother when she was making crullers.
She was mixing the dough in a pan, but on the table were six crul-
lers, fried to a rich brown, and looking very nice.
S"'May I have one of these ? asked Frank.
SNo," said his mother.
-- -. : I made a mistake
.. ,, 'and lput in too
Smuich butter.
--i They are

to') rih( M
1--- -. -- .- :1' r--. ,i-a
and wotlild n;i
you sick. I am adding -- "
more milk and flour to the dough, and you shall have some of the
new batch when they are fried."

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