Front Cover
 Title Page
 Annie's Music
 The Bee in the Water Bottle
 The Hudson
 The Flax Spinner
 The Four Little Ones on the...
 "Where, Oh, Where Are the...
 Two Little Friends
 Eruption of Mount Vesuvius
 A Butterfly in the Garden
 Little Harry Gwynne
 Our Dotty
 Lily and Her Flowers
 Santa Claus
 A Sea-Horse, or "Hippocampus"
 Back Cover

Group Title: Little folks' series
Title: Pretty stories for tiny folk
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Title: Pretty stories for tiny folk
Series Title: Little folks' series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Pannemaker, Adolphe François, b. 1822 ( Engraver )
Coleman, W. S ( William Stephen ), 1829-1904 ( Illustrator )
Cassell & Company ( Publisher )
Cassell, Petter, Galpin & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Cassell & Company
Place of Publication: New York ;
London ;
Publication Date: c1877
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1877   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1877   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1877   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1877
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
England -- London
France -- Paris
General Note: Some illustrations engraved by Pannemaker after W. Colman.
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General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow on back cover.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Annie's Music
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The Bee in the Water Bottle
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The Hudson
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    The Flax Spinner
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The Four Little Ones on the Terrace
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    "Where, Oh, Where Are the Fairies?"
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Two Little Friends
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Eruption of Mount Vesuvius
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
    A Butterfly in the Garden
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Little Harry Gwynne
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Our Dotty
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Lily and Her Flowers
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Santa Claus
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    A Sea-Horse, or "Hippocampus"
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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[ NNIE thought that she could play
quite as well as her mother, and
that it was most unkind not to
allow her to thump upon the piano
whenever she wished to do so.
One day, when her mother went out, and
the piano was open, she sat down before it.
" Better not touch it, miss," said Jane, the
housemaid. But Annie took no notice, and
banged up and down the piano, making a
dreadful clatter. It was not music, but
Annie was well pleased with it, and thumped
louder and louder. All at once there came
a loud crack, and one of the notes would not
sound. It was broken. Annie felt fright-
ened, and in the midst her mother came,
who was both sorry and angry that her little
girl had been so naughty.
Now, Annie," said her mother, "see what
you have done, and all because you think
you ought to have your own way. If you
really want to learn, you must have patience;
banging on the piano won't do you any


good, but will do the piano a great deal of
harm. Learning to play may be of some
use to you when you are older. Now sit
down here, while I tell you about a little
girl who wanted to be able to play on her
mother's piano; who began when she was
about eight years of age, and whose name
was not Annie, like yours, but Anna. They
lived in London then, for Anna's papa did
business there. I can very well remember
the tall brick house, the long garden, and
the room up-stairs, where the piano was.
I ought to have said it was some few miles
from London, for there is not much room to
spare in London for gardens; and Anna had
a garden. Twice a week she took music-
lessons from a tall, dark looking man, who
could play splendidly. Anna was doing her
best by practicing every day; but her best
was not quite as good as she wanted it
to be. She had no ear for music, as some
people say; but she did not give up
because she could not play as well as her
teacher. She kept on trying, and in time
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she went to live in the country with her
mother; and in the church they went to,
there was an organ, but no one there to play
it. The minister asked her ii' she would
play in the church, and for a long time
Anna was the organist of that church, doing
in her way all the good she could. Now,
Annie, I don't know," said her mother,
"whether you will be an organist or not;
but you can't do any good by getting out of
patience and banging the piano."
Annie was not allowed to hear any music
for a long time : but one day her mother
said, Now I will teach you to play, as I see
you are sorry for being naughty." I need
not say how pleased Annie was when her
mother gave her her first music-lesson.


I I1TTY was playing so quietly in the
:i[ ; i nursery, where baby was lying
Sound asleep, when she heard such
a strange noise that she could not
make out what it was, or where the sound
came from. It was a great deal like the buz-
zing of a bee ; but Kitty looked all about and
no bee was to be seen. She ran to the cra-
dle to see if baby was waking up, but baby
was as quiet and happy as a baby could be.
Then Kitty went to the window, and looked
round the window inside and outside, to find
out what it was that made the noise. She
looked up at the ceiling, then down on the
floor, and at last saw the water bottle on the
table, and, sure enough, inside the bottle was
a bee making a terrible noise, for he had
managed to get into a place which was not
his home. What he went into the bottle for
he did not say. Perhaps he was thirsty, or
he thought it was a new kind of hive which
he had not seen, so he just popped in to look
about him. He was tired, for he had been


flying a long time, and had no place to sit
down unless he sat on the water, and he was
too scared to do that. This bee, children,
was in a fix, for he was too tired to fly much
longer, and unless he kept on flying, he
would tumble into the water and be drowned.
Kitty could not help him out. As it was, she
nearly pulled the table over in looking to see
him flying about. Very soon mother came in
to see after the baby, and she put bee, bot-
tle, and all outside the window. There are
a good many Busy Bees," who go buzzing
about, and get into all sorts of queer places
where they should not be, and then have so
much trouble to find their way back again.
Mother says to Johnny, "Johnny, be sure
you do not go near the water;" but Johnny
does go so near the water that he tumbles in,
and is nearly drowned. Harry and his
father were walking in the country. When
they came to a pretty high hill, Harry
wanted to see what the country looked like
from the top, and asked his, father to let him
go. His father said yes; so off he started,
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hat. He had a good look all round him,
and after staying some time, his father called
him to come down. Harry forgot he was
so high up, and started to come down run-
ning, instead of walking. When he had got
only a little way down, he had to run quicker,
and before he got to the bottom he had to
run at his greatest speed to keep himself from
falling; so he ran past his father some way
before he could stop himself. When he had
rested himself, his father said, Harry, why
did you run past me, when you got to the
bottom of the hill ? Why, sir," said
Harry, I got going, and then I could not
stop." Now, my boys and girls, do not get
going in the wrong way, or you may not
be able to stop.
Bad habits are not formed all at once;
there must be a beginning, a time where
"they get goingg" for many a man has
been sorry that he did not stop before he
" got going" in the wrong way. Boys who
begin to steal by robbing an orchard, are
likely, as they grow up, to steal something
of more value than apples.

SFINE large ship is "The Hudson,"
which sails between New York and
London; and a noble river is the River Hud-
son, discovered and named by that daring
English sailor, Henry Hudson, nearly three
hundred years ago. The first time I went
on board "The Hudson," in 1864, she had,
as part of her cargo, thousands of bushels of
pea-nuts, which came from Africa to Lon-
don, and there put on board The Hudson"
for the boys and girls of America. All the
pea-nuts which we see are not grown in Af-
rica, for a large number are now grown in
the South. If you have never been on board
ship, you cannot think how much room there
is down below in the hold, where they stow
the cargo; thousands of packages are there
stowed away, and they seem to have room
for thousands more. A good many boys
think it must be just splendid to go on board
some large ship, and go to all parts of the
world. And so it is; but there are dark,
stormy nights; cold, wet days; rocks, seen

and unseen; immense floating icebergs, and a
great many dangers which the boys do not
think about. The great sailor, Henry Hud-
son, did not escape all danger, for he was
turned out of'his own ship in Hudson's Bay
by some of his wicked sailors, and left to per-
ish. There is something very pleasant,
though, when we are on a good ship, with
the sails all set, (like those on "The Hud-
son"), when the sun is shining, and just wind
enough to make the ship ride easily along
on the waves. Not like "The Hudson" just
now, for the sea is dashing against her sides,
and she is rolling a little more than some
may like who are on board. It is a glorious
sight, my children, to see the sea in a calm or
a storm; but there is one thing about going
to sea which little folks and big folks do not
like, ana that is sea sickness. This is very
unpleasant to those who suffer from it, and
nearly every one does who go to sea the first
time. The ship Hudson" is not a steam-
ship, so she has to depend upon her sails
and the wind to make the voyage with, and
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than a steamer. We can get from London
to New York in ten days; by railroad to
Liverpool, and then by steamer to New
York; but to come from London to New
York, by The Hudson," would take thirty
days or more. Some, who have plenty of
time, like to take a long voyage in a sailing
vessel, for they do not hear the noise of the
engine, or smell the oil used for the machin-
ery. Ships have to be made very strong,
and are a good deal like some young people,
who want a great deal of looking after, to
see that they are on the right track. What
.a blessing it is, when so many boys and girls
keep on the right track; and that so many
ships go from one part of the world to
another without loss, and return with all on
board safe and well! Some ships never
come back. They spring a leak, or are sunk
by an iceberg, while others are dashed
against the rocks and go to pieces. A great
many are lost every year in all parts of the
world. It is a sad thing to be lost when the
voyage is so nearly over, and we expect to
be so soon in the harbor.

HILDREN now don't know very
much about spinning; they do not
see the old-fashioned spinning-
wheel in the house, like that Polly
is busy with; but if grandmothers are well,
and you see them now and then, just ask
them to tell you all about spinning. In the
good old times that we read about, a great
many articles were made at home. Sheets,
towels, and stockings were not bought ready-
made, as they are now. Farmers went to
market in a suit of "Homespun," (cloth
made at home). I dare say the clothes did
not fit quite so nicely as those made by the
tailor; but like the towels, sheets, and stock-
ings, they were stronger, and lasted much
longer. To do all this, the mothers and
daughters wanted a spinning-wheel, for
spinning wool, cotton, or flax into threads.
There are a great many trees and plants
grown in this world of ours, and all of them
are useful; but some appear to be of more
use than others. A palm or date tree is one


of this kind, as. every part is of value. If
"you were to see a flax plant growing, with
its very pretty blue flower, you would
scarcely believe that that single, slender
stalk should have a skin, or fibrous part,
which can be separated and spun into threads
as fine as silk. This plant is valuable not
only for the fibres, but for its seeds. Dick,
the canary, likes to eat flaxseed; but it is
often called by another name, "linseed,"
from "lint" and "seed." We can buy lin-
seed oil, linseed cake, and linseed meal, and
make linseed tea; but if we were to ask for
flax oil, or flax meal, we might have some
trouble to get it. Paper is made from the
fibre of flax, and there is no plant which does
not produce food, so useful to men and
women, as the flax plant. It looks, while
growing, very much like any other plant;
but will, by some changes, grow into a linen
pocket handkerchief. If you were to plant
flaxseed, and expect these handkerchiefs to
grow upon the plant, all white and ironed
smooth, you would be mistaken. Linen
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well as the very coarsest sail cloth, is made
from flax. Nearly every thing useful which
God gives us is old. Air, water, light, and
heat, are all very old. Flax is old, for Solo-
mon bought "linen yarn" in Egypt, thou-
sands of years ago, and it has been found out
that the cloth in which the mummies," (or
preserved dead bodies) of Egypt, were wrap-
ped in, was linen, made from flax. Another
wonderful thing about this flax, I must tell
you of. In Ireland the fibre is wanted to
make linen, and if the plants have been sown
very thick, they will yield a very fine fibre,
but not so much seed; whereas in India they
do not want the fibre, because they have so
much cotton, and we find that the fibre is
worthless; but the seeds yield more oil than
those of flax grown in Europe. "Such a
mite as I can do no good," some boys and
girls say, when they are asked to be of some
use in the world. They forget that grains
of sand are very small, but a good many of
them, when piled up in a heap, help to keep
the great sea in its place. The flax is a
small plant, but a cry useful one.



NOW makes work for many boys,
and the very little ones like to
have something to do with snow.
It is so white, so clean, so soft, but
will melt very soon when it gets a little
warm. Snow is very cold to our hands, but
it keeps the ground warm, and is better for
the crops than when we have a great deal
of ice and no snow. Our friends on the ter-
race have managed to make a pretty big
snow-ball, so large that the youngest cannot
see over it, although they try hard to do so.
In some countries they do not have any
snow, and great is the surprise of the people
who live there when they come to another
country and see the snow. Two little girls
went from India to England, in the Winter
time, and nothing seemed to please them so
much as to stand at the window and look at
the snow. In Canton, China, some snow fell,
and the Chinese could not think whatever
it could be; they talked over the matter a

long while, and at last decided it was falling
cotton. We know all about snow here, for
we see a great deal of it. We know what
sleds are, and what sleigh rides are; but in
some parts of England, there are many chil-
dren who never saw a sled or heard the
sleigh bells. Of course, they have heard
about them and read about them; but, if
they do not have any snow, how can they
use a sled, or have a sleigh ride ? I do not
say that they do not have any snow in Eng-
land, for in the north of England some falls,
although not very deep, while in the south
they seldom see it. There are Winters in
America which are very mild, compared to
others, and then the boys are cross, if not
mad. It does seem very absurd to find fault
with the weather, for it cannot do us any
good. We cannot alter it, or cause the-
wind to blow from any quarter of the globe
we choose. God will send us snow or rain,
just as He sees fit, and if it pleases Him, it
ought to please us. I know very well that
boys and girls like to have plenty of sleigh-
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do not, they are inclined to say pretty much
the same as our friend Sammy said to Ned:

The weather is all a sad mistake,
Said Sammy to Ned, one day;
For how can a fellow use a skate,
With ice all melted away?

How can he ride on a sled down hill,
Or have a match at ball,
When the grass is dead, and brown, and bare,
And the snow-flakes never fall ?

Our skates and sleds are useless now,
Our bells are sound asleep;
Our mittens warm are flung aside,
And we walk in mud knee deep.

Call back your subjects, every one,
Thou mighty Winter king,
And let us boys enjoy the fun,
Before it is too late;
We'll shout your praises while we slide,
And sing them while we skate.

ONE after David the harpist,"
whispered a voice close to Clara's
ear. "Who is David the harpist ?"
said Clara, in a whisper., David the harpist is
the fairies' musician ; they cannot do without
music, and none can play like him. Others
tried, but they broke their harps, and played
no more. Kings, princes, lords and ladies,
wanted David to bring his harp to the pal-
ace, and play for them; but he wanted to go
where he liked, and kept away from the
kings. David was walking alone one Sum-
mer's evening, thinking of music and the
fairies, when a smiling, bright-eyed boy came
dancing up, and asked the harpist to go to
his father's hall; for a large party were wait-
ing to hear the music from David's harp.
He usually went where he pleased, but now
David felt as if he must follow the boy; so
they both went up the glen until, at a turn in
the path, a hundred little fairies came all
round him and asked some curious ques-


tions Will you travel above wind, below
wind, or under wind ?" a soft voice whispered
in his ear. Soar not too high, nor stoop too
low," David said; I will travel under wind."
Now he was gently raised from the ground,
through clouds of mist, and was sailing in
the air with a ship-load of fairies, as he
thought, but he could not see the ship.
After going what David imagined to be a
long way, he thought he was getting near the
ground again, and in a minute his feet
touched the earth, when the mist went all
away in a second of time. Now David
could look about him, and he saw a flight of
marble steps which led to a stately palace.
His little guide was once more at his side,
when the door opened, and David saw such
a dazzling sight that he had to set his harp
down and cover his face with his hands.
Then a chair of ivory and gold was brought
for him to sit in, and David found that he
was in another world, for all the lovely little
beings round him were not more than two
years old. All had long curls. The little
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monds of dew-drops were fastened in their
hair. When David began to play, the fairies
began to dance, and the harpist thought that
so grand a sight mortal eyes had never seen
before. Milk was handed round in golden
cups, and when David drank he could play
like magic, and still the fairies danced. But
dancing and playing in fairyland made David
the harpist tired, and he was allowed to go
to bed. His little guide came again, and
showed David the way to a bed-chamber,
where was a lounge of ivory and gold. Here
he slept, and slept so soundly that dancing
and laughing were heard no more. When
David the harpist did really awake, he ached
in every limb. David had been dreaming
about "Where, oh, where are the fairies
gone?" Dear little Clara was a fairy her-
self; but she did so want to see some real
fairies, like those she had heard so much
about in the song. As grown up people
had not seen any fairies flying about, I ex-
pect our little friend had to wait a long time.


ERE comes my baby master,
Bow, wow, wow!
He would walk a little faster,
If he only just knew how;
You see his legs are very short,
And so are mine, you'll say;
But he very soon gets tired,
While I can run all day.
He says "papa," he says mamma,"
He calls me "ikle pucky;"
He pulls my tail, he hurts my nose;
But i don't mind-that's lucky.
For I love him, and he loves me,
And so, you know, we must agree.
Bow, wow, wow!

But my little baby master,
Bow, wow, wow!
Will walk a great deal faster,
When he knows how.


His legs will grow much longer,
When I can't be any stronger;
And he will run and play,
When I stay in all day.
He may have a good mamma,
And perhaps a good papa,
When I am dead and gone.
He pulled my tail, 'tis true,
But so might one of you,
Dick, Tom, Jack, or Sue.
Bow, wow, wow I

Good bye, my baby master,
Bow, wow, wow
Don't try to walk too fast,
Till you know how.
You will grow bye and bye,
And get ever so high,
When you are a man.
I can't, if I do try,
Say good bye, good bye,
As you can.


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Dogs, my master, cannot talk,
But I can run and bark
Whenever baby's Aunt
Comes here to stay.
Bow, wow, wow!

I hope all little baby boys,
Bow, wow, wow
Won't make more noise
Than they know how.
Their voices are not strong,
And dogs don't like a ding dong,
Bow, wow, wow!
A good many babies cry,
Without exactly knowing why,
Or when they ought to stop.
Doggies are very wise;
They can tell when baby cries,
And see its little red eyes.
Bow, wow, wow


eruption of Mount Vesuvius,"
says some little one; "whatever is
ri that?" There are in some parts of
the world volcanoes, or burning mountains-
mountains always on fire. Five of them are
in Europe, and Mount Vesuvius is one of
them; and when we say there is an eruption
of Vesuvius, we mean that there is a break-
ing out of the fire, or what some children
would call a boiling over of the melted mat-
ter or material inside the mountain, and
which is called lava. Vesuvius is about five
miles from Naples, in Europe. It is nearly
thirty miles round at the lowest part, and
about three thousand feet high. Near the
mountain are cities and towns, some large
gardens, and plenty of fruit. If you could
climb up its sides, you would find that the
higher you went the more desolate it looked
-more cinders and ashes, but no trees or
flowers. The inside of the volcano is called
the crater or mouth, and quite low down you

come to the fire, which has been burning
night and day for thousands of years. Peo-
ple who live near Vesuvius are not very
much frightened unless there is seen a
larger amount of smoke or fire coming from
the volcano than usual, when they think
there may be an eruption, and will prepare
to leave their homes. About eighty years
after our Saviour's death there was a terri-
ble eruption of Vesuvius, which completely
destroyed the cities of Herculaneum and
Pompeii. For nearly eighteen hundred
years these cities were sealed up and almost
forgotten; till, in making a canal, some old
coins and pictures were found. Years passed
away, and then other relics came to light,
which proved that there must have been a
city on the spot where these things were
found. The learned men of those times be-
gan to talk, while others began to search;
and now, street after street has been uncov-
ered. Temples; baths, markets, tombs
stand out just as they stood eighteen hun-
dred years ago, looking as bright and fresh
as if they had only been buried yesterday.

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You can see the old-fashioned kitchen, the
school-room, the counting house, and the
baker's shop, with the oven filled with loaves
of bread burnt to charcoal. There is the
laborer's spade, the prisoner's chain, and the
soldier's spear, all made as they were made
when the Saviour was walking about Jeru-
salem. Olives have been found swimming
in oil; fruit which has yet some of its fla-
vor left ; bottles in the druggist's store, and
shelves on which are piled raisins and figs;
furniture as used by the Romans, and a bed
large -nr.i-,lh for a giinlt. It is called a bed,
but I think a bedstead is meant, for it is
made of bronze, and inlaid with silver.
How many children could sleep in it I do
not know, but it is nine feet long, five feet
wide, and about two feet high from the
ground. In this buried city can be seen egg-
shells, bones of fish and chickens, and close
to these are the skeletons of the pF.. i:pl, who
were eating, their dinner or supper when
this calamity took place, which destroyed
them all.


SHEY say I am a dunce, but I don't
think I am;
I may not learn so quick as my big
brother Sam;
But then he has such easy lessons, and
knows all the boys at school,
That he is never teazed, and called a dunce
or fool.

I always get up when I'm called, if they
don't call too soon;
And I never think of having dinner till it is
almost noon;
And when the supper is all ready, why, I am
ready too ;
And I don't see what else a boy like me can do.

I can't say that I like study so very, very
much ;
And as for those smart boys, why, there are
lots of such,
Who don't seem tired of learning-well, let
them learn, I say,
And leave me to myself, to study or to play.


They say I don't know "Matthew Matics,"
nor yet the rule of three,
Or why sixteen and seven should make just
twenty-three :
Well, I do not want to know too much, I
must confess,
So, if Sam knows a little more, why, I know
a little less.

There's that stupid old geography, why,
what's the use of that ?
And grammar too, so bothering, with he,
she, or it, a rat:
I can't see any sense in that, but Sam can,
no doubt;
But then, he's always smart at finding hard
things out.

Astronomy is rather hard for little boys like
It may do very well for those who want to
go to sea,
And visit foreign lands, where we have our
sugar from.
Astronomy is no use to me, for I mean to
stay at home.







I did learn history once, and how mother
made the tea
Which comes to us from China, in ships
across the sea;
Sam is going there one day, when his les-
sons are all done,
For he likes to see the country, and have a
little fun.

I don't know what else to say about lessons,
and the boys
Who always call me names, and take away
my toys:
If I was only Sam, and Sam was only me,
Why I could write and studyjust as well as he.

But then I am not Sam, and Sam cannot
be me;
And what to do I hardly know, my way I do
not see;
I should like to be as smart as Sam, perhaps
I can
If I study very hard, and keep on till I'm
a man.

BUTTERFLY is not a bird, a but-
terfly can't sing,
But then a bird has not a butterfly's
bright wing.
God made them both, and made them both
to fly ;
The one can please the ear, the other please
the eye.
"We know warm weather is here, when we
find the butterflies about the garden, skipping
so lightly on the flowers as if they were afraid
their weightwould be too much for them. How
quickly they move, but so quietly; no noise,
no bustle, as they go up and down, showing
the many beautiful colors of their bright wings.
Some are very black and large, with scar-
let spots; others, very pale yellow; then a
company all robed in white. Bees, butter-
flies, and flowers, we are all glad to see, and,
although they do not stay very long, we are
pleased with them while they are here, and
very sorry when they go away. Butterflies
are found in all parts of the world. The boys


who live in that cold place, called Greenland,
where they have such a short Summer, are
glad when the butterflies come, if they do not
stay very long. They are always welcome,
as the bearers of the news that Summer has
come and brought the flowers. In flying from
one country, they have been seen in such
large companies, that it took more than a day
for them to pass. Where they came from, or
where they were going to, no one knew. The
butterfly is most at home in hot countries,
such as India, where thousands are in sight at
one time. Butterflies are of all sizes ; some
will not measure an inch across their wings,
while others will be nearly twelve. The na-
tives of Australia eat one kind of butterfly;
perhaps they are like the locusts which were
found in Palestine, and which John the Bap-
tist lived on when his food was locusts and
wild honey." If your brother has a glass
which magnifies (or makes things look bigger),
put a butterfly's wing underneath it, and you
will be pleased when you look at the many
different colors. The number of eyes they
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know. Just think of an insect who has thou-
sands of eyes ; but Mr. Wood, who knows all
about these things, tells us that every butter-
fly has sixteen thousand sides to each of its
two eyes, and they are so made to enable
them to look all ways at once. We may think
this insect a creature not worth thinking of;
but every thing God has made is worth our
study. As a caterpillar, we may not care
much about it; but when the shape and the
name is changed from caterpillar to butter-
fly, we should give it a great deal of atten-
tion. The light from a lamp on a Summer's
evening will attract a good many butterflies;
and if a light is such a pleasant thing for us
to look at with our eyes, what must it be for
an insect who can see with its thousands of
eyes, and without turning round ?
It seems. strange to us that these insects
should live three different lives. They are
first caterpillars; then they live in a kind of
case or chrysalis, without being able to move
for weeks or months; when the case is burst,
and they are butterflies.


AM a boy, and my name is Harry
And I must not tell a lie, or do a
thing that's mean.
My mother says I should not steal, or
swear or fight,
Not because 'tis cowardly, but because it is
not right.

I have read of men who, when they were
but boys,
Did not care a single pin for ball, or bat, or
I am not at all like them, for I do love to
In barns, or lanes, or on the new-mown hay.

I think play is meant for boys, and boys are
made for play,
But I don't say 'tis right to play about all
My father says for every thing there is a time,
And boys who leave off work to play, are
never worth a dime.


The birds and bees have each some work
to do,
And if I would be of any use, I must this
plan pursue.
I may not be a president, but I may be a
And whether man or president, do all the
good I can.

Some say, Boys are but boys," and if all
the boys are good,
Who don't mind fetching in the coals, or
chopping up the wood,
And when the baby is asleep, won't make the
slightest noise,
Why, every body would not say so much
against the boys.

But if "Boys are but boys," and all the boys
are bad,
We might have all the prisons full, and all
the mothers sad.
" Bad boys are sure to make bad men," I
have been told,
Unless they alter very much, before they
get so old.


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Some men are so cross to boys, they don't
want them in the house;
Just as if one could always be as quiet as a
But these men did not do what boys do now,
Who live in great tall houses, and never see
a plough.

I wonder if those men were ever little boys,
And always sat so still, without making any
If they ever laughed out loud, or ever tore
their pants,
And always spoke so nicely to their uncles
and their aunts.

But really I must stop, 'tis time I went to
My lessons I do know, my history, too, I've
I have a happy home, where cross men are
seldom seen,
I am glad I am a boy, and that my name is
Harry Gwynne.

OTTY had as good a father and
mother as any Dotty could wish
to have in this country or any
Other. She had a large house to
live in, a great big barn to play in, some
very pleasant school-fellows to come and see
her; and besides all this, she had a cat, a
dog, and a doll. I dare say you will think
she was a very happy little girl, and so she
was; and yet I do believe that Dotty would
have been just a wee bit happier if she had
had a brother or sister to play with. School-
fellows are very well in their way, but they
are not like brothers or sisters. They do
not live in your house; they do not belong
to you. Dotty knew all this, but she did
not grumble, not one bit. Perhaps she had
learnt, "what can't be cured, must be en-
dured." I dare say Dotty often saw some
girls who had things which she had not, and
these girls found Dotty enjoying something
which they had not. It is always so, my
children; no girl or boy has every thing


they want in this world. "Having food
and raiment, let us be therewith content,"
the Bible says; and in another place, "Be
content with such things as ye have."
Some children would like very much to
change places with others, just as some birds
did once.
Miss, miss, how comfortable you are !"
said a lot of sparrows one day to a very
pretty canary, who was in a handsome cage,
hung in a room where there were plenty, of
"I hope you are the same," said the
It is a very sharp frost, miss," they said,
when they got a little closer to the glass;
" the ground is as hard as iron, and there is
nothing to be had for love or money. We
have eaten all the berries we could find, and
all Miss Annie's crumbs, and there is not a
worm left for our breakfast."
"Well ?" said the canary.
"Yes, miss, it is very well for you, with all
that seed; but if you would let us have a
little, we should take it very kind. 'Tis fine

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to be you in that grand house, among all
the flowers, and so much to eat."
"My friends," said the canary, "when
summer comes, with its soft air, blue sky,
and plenty of flowers, with fruits of all
kinds, you can go where you like, and enjoy
them all. I can't leave my cage to fly about
as you can. I shall have no more in the
summer than I do now in the winter."
Well," said the sparrows, "we do think
what you say is true."
"To be sure it is," said the canary; I can't
go where I like, but you can. I have to
work for my living; so must you."
You work for your living ? said all the
Of course I do," said the canary; "don't
I have to sing to please every body? and if
I did not sing, I could not expect to be kept
all the year; for my master and mistress
would say, 'No song, no supper.'"
The canary was quite right. No one has
all the good things; and it is very foolish
when we envy those who may happen to live
in a larger house than we do.


ILY loved flowers, and if flowers
could talk, they would tell you that
they loved Lily, because she took
such care of them, and gave them
Water whenever they were thirsty.
Some girls don't care a bit for flowers; they
may die, for all they care." Then how care-
lessly they handle them! They are just about
as awkward with a bunch of flowers as a man
is when he is carrying a baby, and trying to
make people think he can do it as well as
his wife. Watch these girls when they try
to make a bouquet. The yellow flowers get
in one place, the red in another, and in a
corner would be a lot of leaves, wondering
what they were put there for. Now, if Lily
had the same thing to do, she would arrange
them so nicely, placing the red in contrast
with the green, the yellow with the violet,
and every flower where it would look
brightest and best. Any one on coming into
the room, and seeing Lily's flowers in a vase,
could tell that a young lady lived in that


house. Boys can't arrange flowers, not a bit.
I do love little girls who like flowers, and I
think those who do not love flowers must
be-well, I won't say what I think they must
be. Every flower is very beautiful, but we
may prefer one more than another. Some-
body says that a fairy, who wanted to be
changed into a flower, went into a garden
to see which looked the best, but talked
so loud about them that the flowers heard
what she said. Be a rose," said the rose.
" I am the queen of the garden. Look at my
color and my shape. Oh, be a rose. "
Be a lily," said the lily. "The rose is a
beauty, and she knows it, too," said the lily
in a whisper; "but she has insects. Be a
Be a dahlia," said the dahlia. The lily is
well enough, but the snails are so fond of
her leaves. Look at my velvet face. Oh,
be a dahlia."
Be a convolvulus," said a purple and
crimson one, that was climbing up some lat-
tice work. "The dahlia is as stiff as a stick."
The fairy could not make up her mind

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what to do. An iris whispered to her that
a convolvulus would soon fade.
"Be a pansy," at last cried out a little
blossom perched upon a wall. Look up
here, fairy; I am not troubled with blight or
snails, and nobody calls me stiff."
"No," said the fairy, "you are only a
"" Don't believe it," said the pansy. Ask
my cousins Excelsior and the Emperor of
Russia, in that pansy bed, if we are only
But you have no name," said the fairy.
Haven't I, though ?" said the pansy. "Go
to a poor man's garden, and ask him my
name; he will tell you it is hearts-ease, and
where can you find a better name than that?
Wherever I go I flourish. If the gardener
seeds me, pots me, and pets me, I come out
all velvet and gold; and if on a wall, I do
my best. Be a pansy."
"Well, really," said the fairy, I think I


JOLLY old fellow, whose hair is snow
And whose little bright eyes are blue,
Will be making his visits on Christmas
Perhaps he will call upon you.

A funny old name has this funny old man;
(You can tell what it is, no doubt);
He creeps down the chimney as fast as he can,
And then just as swiftly creeps out.

His plump cheeks are rosy as red cherries
His nose, too, is red as can be;
You may smell now and then the smoke of
his pipe,
But his face you never may see.

He carries a bag full of sweetmeats and toys,
And leaves them wherever he goes
For the good little girls and good little
So hang up your little white hose.

We have heard of this jolly old man before,
And his nane, we think, is Santa Claus;
But we never heard how old he is,
Or where this jolly old fellow lives.

He never goes out along with his wife,
And very seldom without his pipe;
He drives over the snow at a terrible rate,
Never stops to ring or open the gate;

But up to the top of the chimney he springs,
And there empties his bag of all sorts of
There's a doll for Rosa, a horse for Jack,
A rattle for baby, and a knife for Mack;

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A book for Bertha, about men and women,
And a box for Fannie, with lace and ribbon;
Papa has some slippers, and mamma a ring,
And Aunty a dear little bird to sing.

Bridget, of course, is not forgotten,
Nor the German nurse, Katie Von Schotten;
One gets a new dress, and the other a shawl;
For this jolly old fellow has something for all.

In many a nouse good Santa Claus
Will call again where he called before,
For every day he has a good look
At the list of names in his big book,
So he will think of all the girls and boys
When he comes around with all his toys.

Long may you live, good Santa Claus;
Please come at Christmas and stop at our
We'll hang up our stockings before you come,
And wish you a merry Christmas time.

E all know there are strange fish to
be seen, but who would have thought
that this odd-looking thing was a
fish ? When you can see him in the
aquarium, in New York, you will think, as I
do, that he is part horse, part snake, and the
other part fish. How they manage to swim
standing in the water is rather puzzling; but
it is more of a jump than a swim. The fin on
his back, as well as the two fins on his head,
help him very much to move about in the
water, and when tired, he coils his tail round
some sea-weed, and has a gcod rest by stand-
ing up. A sea-horse is very small, not larger
than a tea-spoon; but when found in Australia,
they are as large as a herring. What he
lives on when at home, we don't know, for he
tries hard to keep out of sight, living among
the rocks, where he has his hiding grounds.
There is a very great difference between the
sea-horse, or hippocampus, and the hippopota-
mus, although both like the water. Hippo-
camp means a horse that will bend." Hip-


popotamus, which is a great monster, means
a river-horse." The names are spelt very
much alike, and sometimes little folks get
things pretty much mixed up ; but when you
can have a good look at them, it will help
you to remember them better than any thing
I can say. The sea-horse is a good climber,
and can twist his body about in any shape.
We sometimes read strange stories of a sea-
serpent, a big monster who comes up from the
sea, jumping up in one place, and then in
another; who frightens the sailors, and before
they can get close enough to have a good look
at him, will dive down into the sea with a
good deal of splashing. Sailors are easily
scared, and we do not know for certain
whether there is a real sea-serpent anywhere.
Very likely what was thought to be one, was
only a large whale, or some other big fish
having a little play, and, as it did not look as
a whale ought to look, it was called a sea-ser-
pent. But we do know that there is a sea-
horse, for he has been seen and can be seen
in different parts of the world, on the coasts
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in New York. But the sea-serpent has not
been caught alive or dead. What a large
number of fish there must be in the sea, that
we know nothing at all about; who live in
the very bottom of the sea, among the sea-
weeds and coral rocks ; fish who do not
come up for us to have a look at, but are all
very beautiful, and all made to live where
they have a home. Deep down in the sea,
the divers tell us, you can find plants and
flowers of curious colors, all very beautiful.
We are told that it is never quite dark at the
bottom of the deepest sea ; that more than a
hundred kinds of small shell fish were found
which were not known before, and a great
many pieces of sponge as well. God has
made nothing in vain, and as people get wiser,
we shall know more about the sea-lion, the
sea-wolf, and the sea-horse. The Chinese
catch some hundreds of these sea-horses, and
when they are dried and varnished, John
Chinaman puts them into cases with some in-
sects, and ships them to England. The Lon-
don dealers know they come from China, and
ask a good price for each case.

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