Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Buttercup alphabet
 Keeping Rover quiet
 The brothers
 Fred and Fido
 The Maral's leap
 Christmas eve
 Christmas morning
 A horse guardian
 The vain little girl
 Our wild birds
 Song of the seasons
 Grandpa and Walter
 The brave dog of St. Bernard
 The nest robbers
 The common snipe
 Household treasures
 The shepherd boy
 Freddy and his mamma
 Old mother goose
 Naming baby
 Little Rosebud
 "Tell me a tale, Papa"
 Little Lillie
 Italian shepherd boy
 The watch
 Mother's Treasure
 Up and down
 The tailor-bird
 Rich and poor
 The good ship "never fail"
 The blind boy
 The end of a dog's quarrel
 The musicians
 Little chickens
 The telegraph
 The mistletoe bough
 The swan and the Drake
 The old woman's story
 Little Buttercup
 Back Cover

Group Title: Chatterbox series of juveniles
Title: Little Buttercup's picture book
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00048503/00001
 Material Information
Title: Little Buttercup's picture book
Series Title: Chatterbox series of juveniles
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Worthington, R ( Publisher )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Wentworth, Frederick ( Illustrator )
Reynold, W ( Illustrator )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
Trow's Printing and Bookbinding Company ( Printer )
Publisher: R. Worthington
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Trow's Printing and Bookbinding Co.
Publication Date: 1880
Copyright Date: 1879
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Picture books for children   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1880   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1880   ( lcsh )
Alphabet rhymes -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1880
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Alphabet rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Publisher's advertisements on back cover.
General Note: Some illustrations engraved by Dalziel and F. Wentworth after H. Weir and W. Reynold.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00048503
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002224112
notis - ALG4373
oclc - 62120060

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Half Title
        Page ii
    Half Title
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Title Page
        Page v
    Buttercup alphabet
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Keeping Rover quiet
        Page 17
        Page 18
    The brothers
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Fred and Fido
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    The Maral's leap
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Christmas eve
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Christmas morning
        Page 28
        Page 29
    A horse guardian
        Page 30
        Page 31
    The vain little girl
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Our wild birds
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Song of the seasons
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Grandpa and Walter
        Page 42
        Page 43
    The brave dog of St. Bernard
        Page 44
        Page 45
    The nest robbers
        Page 46
        Page 47
    The common snipe
        Page 48
        Page 49
    Household treasures
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    The shepherd boy
        Page 53
        Page 54
    Freddy and his mamma
        Page 55
        Page 56
    Old mother goose
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Naming baby
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Little Rosebud
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 66
        Page 67
    "Tell me a tale, Papa"
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Little Lillie
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Italian shepherd boy
        Page 72
        Page 73
    The watch
        Page 74
    Mother's Treasure
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Up and down
        Page 78
        Page 79
    The tailor-bird
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Rich and poor
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    The good ship "never fail"
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    The blind boy
        Page 90
        Page 91
    The end of a dog's quarrel
        Page 92
        Page 93
    The musicians
        Page 94
        Page 95
    Little chickens
        Page 96
        Page 97
    The telegraph
        Page 98
    The mistletoe bough
        Page 99
    The swan and the Drake
        Page 100
        Page 101
    The old woman's story
        Page 102
        Page 103
    Little Buttercup
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
    Back Cover
        Cover 3
        Cover 4
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'F a' ; a Farner, and followed the plough,
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S u1 a Sailor, and spent all he got,
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So rosy and round.

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Stands for Walnuts,
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Strawberries in dish,
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Tomatoes as fine
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BOTH Rover the dog, and Oswald, his
master's little son, look rather uncom-
fortable. Rover is ready to spring forward;
but he feels that Oswald is leaning against
him, so he keeps still against his will, giving
a short loud bark from time to time.
Oswald-who is a kind-hearted boy-has
been for some time past collecting a heap
of dry sticks that were lying under the trees
in the park; this wood has been given to
some poor cottagers who live near, and who
have sent their children to carry it away.
If Oswald were not sure Rover would stay,
he would hold him tight. Rover supposes
he must guard his master's property, and
does not think the children ought to take
away the wood.

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Through Death's untroubled night;
We are but two-oh! let us keep
The link that binds us bright.

Heart leaps to heart-the sacred flood
That warms us is the same;
That good old man, his honest blood
Alike we fondly claim.

We in one mother's arms were locked-
Long be her love repaid!
In the same cradle we were rocked,
Round the same hearth we played.

Our boyish sports were all the same,
Each little joy and woe;
Let manhood keep alive the flame
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A VERY happy boy is Fred,
With laughing face and curly head;
How snug and busy here he looks,
With pencil, slate, and lesson-books!
Sweet scents and breezes fill the air,
Comfort is round him everywhere;
Perhaps if free to take his choice,
In learning Fred might not rejoice.
But luckily his parents know
'Tis sad in ignorance to grow.
When play-time comes Fred has a friend
With whom his leisure hours to spend,
And that's his faithful spaniel true,
'Fido' by name and nature too.
He's jumped in now, making a row,
Hoping that Fred lessons has said.
But master sends his dog away
Until the right time comes fbr play;
Like Fido, he would 'faithful' be,
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W hen a child, my father took me to
see some feats performed by some
traveling cats. They were called "the bell-
ringers," and were respectively named Jet,
Blanche, Tom, Mop, and Tib.
Five bells were hung at regular intervals
on a round hoop erected on a sort of stage.
A rope was attached to each bell after the
manner of church bells. At a given signal
from their master, they all sprang to their
feet, and at a second signal, each advanced
to the ropes, and standing on their hind feet,
stuck their front claws firmly into the ropes,
which were in that part covered with worsted,
or something of the kind, so as to give the
claws a firmer hold. There was a moment's
pause-then No. 1 pulled his or her rope,
and so sounded the largest bell; No. 2
followed, then No. 3, and so on, till a regular
peal was rung with almost as much precision
and spirit as though it were human hands
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THE Maral, or large Stag, is found in all
the higher regions of the Ala-tau,
Ac-tau, and Mus-tau. He affords noble sport
for the hunters, and his horns are highly
valued by the Chinese. But it demands a
fearless hunter to follow him into his haunts
among the precipices, glaciers, and snowy
peaks of this region. In winter and spring
he is found in the valleys, but as the weather
becomes warmer, he ascends, to escape the
flies and other insects.
One day I was out. hunting, and saw the
Maral chased by two huge bears. The stag
suddenly bounded into the air, to a pinnacle
of rock standing detached from the preci-
pice, and leaped across a chasm 33 feet.
wide. One of the bears springing after
him, rushed over the cliff, falling more than
400 feet, and thus ended his career; the
other stood on the brink of the chasm
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Sf W A S t h e n ig h t b e f o r e C h r i s t m a s w h e n a l l t h r o u g h
the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-
When.out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash-
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lovely and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
More rapid than eagles his c6ursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

(St. Nicholas' Fisit.)

A BUNDLE of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were. like roses, his nose like a cherry,
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
He was chubby and plump-a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, and turned with a jerk;
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him explain, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a qood-night !"

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0 N one occasion a gentleman was return-
ing home from a fatiguing journey,
and became very drowsy. He fell asleep,
and, strange to say, he also fell from his
saddle, but in so easy a manner that the
tumble did not rouse him, and lay sleeping
on where he alighted. His faithful steed, on
being eased of his burden, instead of scam-
pering home as one might have expected,
stood by his prostrate master, and kept a
strict watch over him. Some laborers at
sunrise found him very contentedly snoozing
on a heap of stones. They wished to
approach the gentleman, that they might
awaken him, but every attempt on their
part was resolutely opposed by the grinning
teeth and ready heels of his determined
and faithful guardian.

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FANNY is a bonnie girl,
But, oh! she's very vain;
And to peep into the looking-glass
She'll turn and turn again.

One day she rest her in her best,
Blue hat and frock of pink;
Then quietly she stole away
Down to the brooklet's brink.

Here, standing tiptoe on a stone,
And holding by a tree,
She peeped into the streamlet,
Her pretty self to see;

When all at once the stone upset,
And Fan got such a. souse;
She crawled back home, wet through
and through,
Just like a half-drowned mouse.


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I DARE say you notice that all the birds
in this picture have long beaks. We
may be sure from this that they live in places
and seek for their food in ways in which long
beaks are just what they want. The fact
is they are all marsh birds, and the soil of
marshes being wet and soft, and full of
worms, these long beaks enable them to
probe it, and so get at the worms. I think
the beaks of birds afford a striking example
of how good God is in adapting creatures
to the mode of life He has appointed for
them. The eagles and hawks, you know,
are provided with strong, short bills to enable
them to seize and tear flesh. Those of
canaries and all the finches are just the very
instruments to crack seeds with. Parrots,
with their tremendous weapons, can crush the
hardest nuts of the tropic forest. The cross-
bill is fitted with a wonderful tool for tearing
fir-cones to pieces. Robins and the other
warblers have soft bills, which are all they
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IN the merry month of May
Every day, in their play,
The children sang this roundelay-
'Hip, hip, hurray! hip, hip, hurray!
It is the merry month of May!'

Then in chilly, dull November,
I can very well remember,
We sang, and stirred the glowing ember-
'Hip, hip, hurray! hip, hip, hurray!
Soon comes Christmas month, December!'

When the April leaves came out,
Buds and blossoms all about,
This was then the youngster's shout-
'Hip, hip, hurray! hip, hip, hurray!
Spring is come, without a doubt!'

The year is all with blessings crowned,
Oh!. let thankful hearts be found,
And children raise the happy sound-
'Hip, hip, hurray! hip, hip, hurray!
Echoing all the earth around!'

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BUDs and blossoms come with spring,
And little birds begin to sing.


Now bright and warmer shines the sun,
And harvest-time has just begun.

And harvest-time has just begun.

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FRUITS that ripen now are best,

And the ruby wine from grapes is prest.

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THE three warm seasons now have past,
And winter sports have come at last.


GRANDPA is sixty,
And Walter is six;
Their ages together
Make just sixty-six.

Sometimes Master Walter
Wears Grandfather's hat,
And then always asks,
"What think you of that?"

Then Grandfather says,
"By such funny tricks,
You are now sixty,
And I'm only six."

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W HERE the St. Bernard Pass climbs up
Amid the Alpine snows,
The far-famed Hospice crowns the heights
With shelter and repose.

Its inmates, with their faithful dogs,
Are truly friends in need
When snowdrifts block the traveller's way,
And blinding storms mislead.

Brave "Barry," once, far down the track
That crossed a glacier steel,
Found buried deep beneath the snow
A poor boy, fast asleep.

He lickel the cold, numb hands and face
To warmth and life once more,
And bore him safely on his back
Up to the Hospice door.

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A LITTLE bird built a snug nest in a tree,
With moss and with feathers as soft as could be,
And she laid in it pretty eggs, one, two, and three.

And the little bird sat and poured forth her sweet song,
From morning till evening, so loud and so long,
And the nestlings were hatched and grew healthy and strong.

Three little boys lived in the village hard by,
They had all that they wanted, a bounteous supply-
Food, clothes, and a cottage, all cosy and dry.

Said Tommy, 'To climb that tall tree would be fun,
And find out the nest and away with it run;
I've seen the old bird, and I'm sure there is one.'

So they set off at once and Tom climbed to the spot,
And the mother bird cried, but they heeded her not,
And they laughed as they thought of the prize they had got.

They carried the nest home in triumph and glee,
But next morning the nestlings were dead, one, two, three,
And the bird flew away from her home in the tree.

I think it was cruel and thoughtless, don't you?
Well, then, just remember that rule ever new,
And as you would be done by, to little birds do.

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THESE birds frequent swampy woods,
marshes, morasses, and the borders of
rivers. Their usual time for seeking their
food is early in the morning and (during the
twilight of the evening. They subsist prin-
cipally upon insects and womns; for these
they search among the decayed leaves, and
probe the mud and ooze with their length-
ened bills. When alarmed, they generally
lie close to the ground, or among the grass,
or, suddenly starting on the wing, escape by
flight, which is short but elevated, rapid,
and irregular. The eggs, which are four in
number, are deposited on the ground. In
the snipe, and all its immediate allies, the
bill is thickened, soft, and very tender at its
extremity; so that this part, which is richly
supplied with nerves, serves as a delicate
organ of touch, and is used for searching in
the soft ground for the insects and worms
that constitute the food of these birds.

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H OUSEHOLD treasures, household
Gems of earth, say what are they?
Walls of jasper, doors of cedar,
Arras of superb array'?
Caskets of the costliest jewels,
Cabinets of ancient store;
Shrines where Art her incense offers,
Volumes of profoundest lore?
Household treasures, home's true jewels,
Deem I better far than those;
Prattling children, blithe and ruddy
As tlhe dew-bespangled rose!
Tempt me not with gold of Ophir,
Wreath not gems to deck my head;
Winsome hearthlings, home's fond angels,
Are the things I crave instead.
Joyous creatures, choice possessions,
May-flowers in life's winter hour;
Beams of sunshine, chasing ever
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L LEWELYN the Great, who resided near the base of
Snowdon, had a beautiful dog named Gelert, which
had been presented to him by King John in 1205. One
day, in consequence of the faithful animal, which at night
always sentinelled his master's bed,' not making his
appearance in the chase, Llewelyn returned home very

angry, and met the dog, covered with blood, at the door of
the chamber of his child. Upon entering it he found the
bed overturned and the coverlet stained with gore. He
called to his boy, but receiving no answer he rashly con-
cluded that he had been killed by Gelert, and in his

anguish instantly thrust his sword through the poor animal's
body. The IIon. Robert Spencer has beautifully told the
remainder of the story:-

'His suppliant looks, as prone he fell, Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread:
No pity could impart; But the same couch beneath,
But still his Gelert's dying yell Lay a gaunt wolf all torn and dead,
Passed heavy on his heart. Tremendous still in death.

Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Alh! what was then Llewelyn's pain ?
Some slumb'rer waken'd nigh: For now the truth was clear-
What words the parent's joy could tell, His gallant hound the wolf had slain,
To hear his infant's cry? To save Llewelyn's heir.'



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OLD Farmer George, my master,
Lives at the Grange, down there;
And Ive been second shepherd
Two years come Ashton Fair.

Miss Esther is my mistress-
A dame not made for show,
But worth her weight in silver
To keep things on the go.
She can't 'abear my music,'
It's all 'a pack of stuff'
Fit for a dancing-master,
Whose hands are never rough.

Sheep may be silly creatures
Who don't know bad fiom good,
But they listen while I give them
"My Cottage near a Wood.'
Soon as I play a polka
The lambs begin to waltz;
But 'Flow on, Shining River,'
Won't mend our mill-streams faults

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"(G OME, my bonnie birdie,"
) Mamma to Fred will say,
"Come, prepare for bye-bye,
Fred is tired to-day.

"Put his hands together,
Shut his weary eyes,
Pray God to bless him,
As in sleep he lies.

"Bless mamma and sister,
Both to me so dear;
Bring papa back safely
To his loved ones here."
Then mamma takes Freddy
To his little cot,
And, though no one sees them,
Angels guard the spot.
Angels watch dear Freddy,
As he slumbers there;
Mamma's treasure, papa's darling,
Little sister's care.

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OLD Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
She sent Jack to market,
A live goose he bought:
"Here! mother," says he,
It will not go for nought."
Jack's goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell.
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.


DEAR mamma was ill,
But she's better to-day,
For she sits in a chair,
In the room where we play.

First she kissed little Rob,
And then Kate, and then me,
And then papa said,
"You've kissed the whole three."


T10M and Eddy, Bill and I,
James and John-twins-three feet high,
Around the little cradle stood-
An old affair of cherry wood,
SSix weeks old, and, what a shame!
Our baby's never had a name!'
That is what Tom, the eldest, said-
At all our meetings he was head.
Then mother, smiling, answered low:
'This thing shall be no longer so;
And brothers all shall have a share
In choosing a name for baby to bear.'
'Come, Tommy, tell us what's your choice,'
Said mother, in her cheerful voice,
Tom answered in a manly tone,
'The choice of every boy is one.
Our mother's name shall baby bear,
And may she be as sweet and fair.'
Then said, with hand on baby's face,
'This is our little sister Grace.'

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R OSEBUD lay in her trundle-bed,
With her small hand folded above
her head,
And fixed her innocent eyes on me,
While a thoughtful shadow came over their
"Mamma," said she, when I go to sleep,
I pray to the Father my soul to keep;
And He comes and carries it far away
To the beautiful home where His angels stay.
I gather red roses and lilies so white;
I sing with the angels through all the long
And when, in the morning, I awake from my
He gives back the soul I gave Him to keep;
And I only remember, like beautiful dreams,
The garlands of lilies, the wonderful streams,"
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."



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R OWING is one of the most useful of the out-door
sports. It is the most healthy of all exercises, as
good rowing exercises every part of the body equally,
and at the same time; and if the rower is in a good state of
health, and his strength is not over-taxed, it cannot only do
him absolutely no harm, but much good. Before learning
how to row, it is essential that you should know how to
swim. Boats are liable to be upset even when in the most
experienced hands; and any one unable to swim not only
risks his own life, but seriously endangers those of others.
Many of the rowing-boats on a river are so exceedingly
light, or cranky, as they are called, that a young oarsman,
as he takes his place in one, cannot but feel that an upset
is not an unlikely occurrence. The knowledge that he would
sink like a stone in such a case would not by any means be
an assistance to him in learning how to row skilfully and
fearlessly. Almost the same arguments might be used as to the
expediency of becoming a good "waterman," that is, mastering
everything connected with river navigation, as well as becoming
a good "oar." You may get into many an awkward fix on
the river, which, unless you are an old hand or have the
necessary skill, will more than likely end in a ducking-a
thing to be avoided under any circumstances.

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H AS my daughter heard a tale
That happened long ago,
Of a little girl who strayed away,
And was lost amid the snow?
They sought her all the weary night,
They sought till dawn of day,
Then, with sad steps and heavy hearts,
Homeward they bent their way.

Wrapt in a shroud of pure white snow,
Beneath a tree she lay,
A little robin o'er her head
Had carolled forth all day.
The mother last of all walked slow,
Till, with a sudden start,
She found her darling in the snow,
And clasped her to her heart.
But, oh! the little hands were cold,
The bright blue eyes were dim,
For God had taken her to his fold,
To dwell for aye with him.

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I HAVE been to school, father, and tried to be good;
And when I came home, as I walked through the wood,
I saw on the tree a most beautiful bird,
And his song was the sweetest that ever I heard.

And, father, the air was so fresh and so sweet,
The green grass and moss so soft to my feet,
And the ground was so bright with the beautiful flowers,
That I wanted to stay there a great many hours.

But I thought it was wrong any longer to stay,
For you told me never to stop by the way;
And I tried to help mother all that I could:
I am sure she will tell you that I have been good.

' I am glad, little Lillie," the father replied,
As he kissed his dear girl, I am glad you have tried
To be a good child; so now come with me,
And sit by my side or climb on my knee.

The Lord keeps around us, by day and by- night,
Kind angels to guard us, and lead us aright:
And this is why all looked so happy and gay,
As you walked home from school through the greenwood

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I wonder if the lambs so gay
Are dancing to the tunes you play?
It's true they do not skip by rule,
But they've not been to dancing school.

Just play a quickstep. Now you see
How quick they step How light and free!
Or, do you play the tuneful pipe
Solely for your own delight?
In any case I think that you
Have most pleasant work to do:
To tend to flock will make you kind,
And music will improve your mind.

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HARK, hark, to the watch,
With its tick, tick, tick;
It tells us all that time
Runs on, quick, quick, quick.
We have no power to make Time stay,
Then let us never waste a day.


MOTHER'S precious treasure
Is little baby dear;
God bless and keep you, darling,
For many and many a year.


HARK, hark, to the watch,
With its tick, tick, tick;
It tells us all that time
Runs on, quick, quick, quick.
We have no power to make Time stay,
Then let us never waste a day.


MOTHER'S precious treasure
Is little baby dear;
God bless and keep you, darling,
For many and many a year.

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On the rocky sea-beach
SWatch with joy the bil-
Slo w s fo a m ,
Listen to their mighty
Gather sea-weed on the
And fairy castles build
---- with sand ?

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HAVE a care, Master George, should you
happen to slip,
You would find you had taken too much of
a dip.


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happen to slip,
You would find you had taken too much of
a dip.


Don't be afraid!
Up and down
In the nice cool shade.

On the old tree!
See, the apple
Will fall to me!

High, then low!
There, little brother,
Up you go!

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IF you look at the picture you will see for
yourself why this creature is called the
tailor-bird, for you will see how its nest is
made. It takes a couple of leaves at the end
of a twig of a tree and sews the edges to-
gether, so as to make a bag ; or perhaps it
takes one large leaf and makes a bag out of
it. It has a long spiked bill with which it
makes the holes, and then it fastens the edges
together with the stringlike parts of leaves.
It then pads the baog with fluff and cottony
stuff, like the tops of thistles, and the nest is
made. The tailor-bird is a native of the East
Indies and the eastern islands.

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SHE two horses in our picture, though
born to different states of life, meet over
the fragrant hay without pride, and discuss
its merits in a friendly way.
When they meet abroad, the one of high,
bred degree bears proudly on his shining
back a beautiful young girl, while the rough-
coated, hard-working beast is harnessed to a
farm cart. But the pleasant meal levels all
distinctions, and now (for I am sure horses
can well understand one another), equalized
for the time by hunger, they are having a
quiet chat over their experience.

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W AITING for master to come down the stair,
Are "Noble" and "Floss," and his fa-
vorite mare-
"Brenda" the gentle, with skin soft and gray,
Waiting the signal, "Now off and away."

Noble stands holding the whip and the rein,
His gaze fixed on Brenda, who tosses her mane;
While dear little Floss sits quietly by,
Winking and blinking her li(llid brown eye.

Master's so kind to them-nothing to fear
Have horse or dogs when his footsteps they
Look how they're waiting with eagerness there,
Ready to go with him everywhere.

And what a pleasure it is when these three
There on the staircase their kind master see;
Now he is mounted, the waiting is o'er-
Floss, Brenda, and Noble race off from the door.

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"Why don't you launch your boat, my
I asked the other day,
As strolling idly on the beach,
I saw my lads at play.

One blue-eyed rogue shook back his
And held his ship to me,
"I'm giving her a name," he cried,
"Before she goes to sea."

We rigged her out so smart and taut,
With flag and snow-white sail,
"And now I'll trust her to the waves,
And call her 'Never Fail.'"



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WHEN mamma returns from the town,
Six little tongues always greet her;
And she scarcely has room to turn round
For twelve little feet run to meet her.


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" YES, I like your new suit very well, my
dear boy;
But there is one thing to think of, and that
"Is, that fine clothes don't make the man."
"No, I know, my dear ma, IT'S THE HAT."


THINK not that blindness makes me sad:
My thoughts, like yours, are often glad.
Parents I have, who love me well;
Their different voices I can tell.
I sit upon my father's knee:
He'd love me less if I could see.
I never saw my mother smile:
Her gentle tones my heart beguile;
They fall like distant melody,
They are so mild and sweet to me.
She murmurs not, my mother dear!
Though sometimes I have kissed the tear
From her soft cheek, to tell the joy

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