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Baby Chatterbox

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Baby Chatterbox stories and poems for our little ones
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Mount Vabor.



é Ry HE picture gives us a fine view of this
Bw (zy remarkable mountain in the Holy
Land. It is in that part of Palestine which
was called Galilee in the days of our
Saviour, and was a region of picturesque
and romantic beauty, comprising hills and
plains, mountains and valleys. Travelers are
agreed in regarding the view from the
summit of Tabor as one of the finest in the
Holy Land. At this mountain Barak col-
lected his forces from Zebulon and Naphtali,
with which he descended to the plain for
his encounter with Sisera. Judges, chap. 4.
Here also Zebah and Zalmunna slew the
brethren of Gideon. Judges, viii. 18.



But the most interesting fact relating to
it is, that tradition has from the most
ancient times located the Transfiguration
of Jesus upon it.



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THE OLD WOMAN’S STORY.

“Yes, children, right here a great battle
was fought ; |

It was Starke who commanded and won,

He made the proud Britishers fly right

and left,
On the proud field of Bennington.

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And Bee heard my grandfather tell
Of the brave deeds he done, and, alas!
how at last .
He was sorely wounded and fell.

“<¢ God bless this bright land,’ your great-
grandfather prayed, ,
But the very last words that he said
Were, ‘Watch over my children, keep
them from harm,

Oh! bless each dear flaxen head.’ ”’









WN one to play with me, what shall I
EEN =6 do?”

fig says, half sobbing, our poor little Sue;
‘No one to play with me; very unkind

Of my sisters to go out and leave me behind.



“They said they were going a very long way,
And I was too young at lawn-tennis to play;
But it’s all an excuse, I very well know,
For if I am young, why shouldn’t I go?

‘I know I can play at bat, trap, and ball
Much better than sisters, although I am small;
And that being the case, I really don’t see
Why, ifthey were going, they couldn’t take me.

“No one to play with the whole afternoon!

I wish that the evening would come very soon;

For you don’t know how dull it Is under
this tree,

With no one to speak to and play games
with me.”



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Mother-Dees Baby.



thine on the grass at the foot. of the rocks;
and if we could only get a little nearer, this
is what we should hear the mother-deer
saying to her baby: “My child, I am sure
there is danger about; look out and tell me
if you see the slightest movement on the
hill yonder, or if I see it first, I will give you
the signal, and you must follow me, and run
for your very life.” And the baby, with
cocked ears and glistening eyes, promises to
do as it istold. But after all it will probably
prove a false alarm, for this is not the time
of year for deerstalking; and I dare say the
noise they heard was made by a party of
people coming up the valley below to see
the waterfall, which is famous in the
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Playing with the [itties.



RJ BAROLD is made a great pet of at

MW home, and is continually full of
mischief, and very fond of teasing every
living thing that comes in his way. One day
he was in the city, and his papa bought him
one of the bird toys that you see in his
hand, and it struck him that it would be a
capital idea to get the two Kitties at home
and have some rare fun with them. So he
took the two Kitties under his arm, and
walked along the lawn until he came toa
beautiful rose-bush, when he set his toy
Spinning round and round, and the Kitties
thinking that it was a real bird, went jumping
and tumbling over and over, Harold enjoying
the scene as well as the Kitties. Harold
thought it was a good way to learn them
to catch mice when they got older, so they
kept playing until both were tired, and left
off only to commence again some other day.















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PA MSLD Farmer Jenkins sat drinking his
R ea A tea one summer’s evening, when he
suddenly heard such a noise outside, that he
went off in a hurry to see what was the
matter; and when he reached the stile.
what did he see? Why, his own grandson,
Harold, leaning up against an elm tree, too
frightened to do anything but scream at
poor harmless old “Punch,” the sheep-dog,
who never had been known to hurt anybody
during his whole life. ‘Come, come, Harold,
my boy,” called out his grandfather, “ don’t
be a coward. Punch won’t hurt you; he is
quite surprised at the noise you are making,
and cannot understand why you don’t give
him some of the cake in your hand.” “Is
that all, grandfather?” said Harold. And
throwing it down, ran up to his grandfather,
who laughed at him for being such a coward.



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All greenly wave the chestnut leaves,
And the earth is full of joy!

I cannot tell you half the sights
Of beauty you may see— -

The bursts of golden sunshine,
And many a shady tree.

There, lightly swung in bowery glades,
The honey-suckles twine;

There blooms the rose-red campion,
And the dark-blue columbine.

The nodding plants they bowed their heads,
As if in heartsome cheer.

They spake unto these living things,
“°Tis merry living here!”



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bP (F we had to travel all over the world,
Eak% we should find that the people who

] live in China, India, Africa, or the
South Seas, had different ways of “going
out to sea.” And if we were “going out to
sea” from New York, Boston, or Phila-
delphia, we might even come to the same
sea, but “the going out” would not be the
same. What the name of the sea is, or what
kind of a sea it is that Godfrey and Hilda
are going to, is more than I can tell.

They are not on board ship, or in a boat,
and they surely are not going to walk right
across the sea from America to England.
Besides, they do not seem to have got
blothes enough for a long voyage; and if
they are really going to sea, they had better
go back to the town where the church is,
and buy what things they want before they
start. I expect that they are like some
other boys and girls, and are only pretending
after all. Godfrey does not mean to carry
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A memory of my youthful days is the



time I spent in the little cottage with.

Grandmother Silverbuckle. “If you come

into my room,” the good old lady would say,
“you must be like a good little German girl,
and learn to knit a stocking.” Then she
would smooth down my hair and pin a little
pink and white handkerchief about my neck,
and call me to come and sit by her side. In
the picture you see me as I was when alittle
girl. Grandmother is teaching me how to
narrow the stocking, so as to shape the foot.
She holds the needles, while I hold the yarn

and the leg of the stocking. Many years.

have passed since grandmother taught me to

_ knit, but those happy days I never will forget.



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e244 By thy list’ning mother’s knee,



Now while thy sunny face is fair,

Sweet shining through thy auburn hair,
Thine eyes are frank and free;

And loving thoughts like garlands bind,

To thy dear home thy trusting mind.

Now thy fond mother’s arm is spread,
’ Neath thy peaceful head at night,
And pausing feet creep round thy bed,
And o’er thy quiet face is shed,
The taper’s darkened light.
But that loved arm will pass away,
By thee no more those feet will stay—

Then pray, child, pray!



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Ghildzea of Bothichex.



Bwiiza in the victure are just such children
as. you would meet to-day if you were
walking in the city where the Holy Child
Jesus was born. Perhaps that boy will be a
shepherd like David. If so, he must, like
David, be brave and hardy; for now, as in
David’s time, tending sheep is not the peace-
ful occupation it is with us. The shepherds
have to watch their flocks night and day,
lest some wild beast, or some equally wild
Bedouin Arab, should seize the straying
- ones, or even enter the fold.

When that little girl is a few years older,
she will not be dressed quite as she is now.
She will wear a long veil, very much like
the one that Ruth wore, and which was
large enough to hold the six measures of

barley that Boaz gave her to take home to
her mother. :



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WHEN the task of the day has been
d conquered, I turn Lbelow,
Toward my snug nest in the valley
Where, attuned by the fairies, a light-hearted
burn
Forever makes music, and rare blossoms
blow.



But acluster of blossoms more rare I behold,
As the sound of my footfall awakens a shout,

And with cheeks red as sunrise and locks
bright as gold,

A brave troop of youngsters comes hurrying
out. .

Every sense of fatigue is forgotten, or flies,

The instant those dear ones are thronging
around,
And full oft a warm tear or two steals to my
eyes,

The tear not of sorrow, but pleasure pro-
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AW WR. REYNARD, the Fox, after a very
Vili eventful life, full of excitement, and
after having caused the death of many poor,
harmless chickens, at last lies there dead!
Vulcan, the house dog, has been on the
watch for Mr. Reynard for some time, but he
has always got away from him until to-day,
when he met Reynard in full retreat from
the hen-roost, and after an exciting chase,
‘he came up to him, when a desperate struggle
took place, and he rendered Mr. Reynard
entirely helpless. Just then Carlo comes
round the corner and discovers Vulcan and
the fox, and thinks what a delightful time
he will have helping Vulcan to eat up the
fox; but Vulcan, who is very savage, growls,
and showing his big sharp teeth, advises
Carlo to keep away, or he may perhaps fare
very badly. So Carlo thinks discretion the
better part of .valor, and returns nore
leaving Vulcan with the fox.





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Vy ounded Pigeon.

â„¢ HUMBLE home, whose comforts few

Z Are of the simplest kind,

Can yet contain some virtues true
To teach the stubborn mind.







A woman in whose tender breast
Pity and love are bound,

Has saved the dove when sore distressed
It fluttered to the ground.

With bleeding wing, where cruel shot
Had pierced it through and through,

She took it home to share her lot
Until it better grew.

And when at length its wounds were healed,
The cage was opened wide, |

But “Coo” would never leave the friend

_ Who saved it ere it died.

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AT EVENTIDE,

Tue shadows gently glide across the shallow stream ;
A darker purple decks the heather-covered hills ;
The evening.comes as softly as an. infant's dream,
And breathes its solemn -hush upon the rippling rills.

The silence slowly deepens down, for night is near ;
The tiny songsters chirp in drowsy undertone,

But one sweet melody breaks on my listening ear—
A sedge-bird warbling in the rustling’reeds alone.

The spreading sunset glory o’er the western sky
‘Has cast the kingly mantle of its red and gold;

The cloudlets gleaming brightly as they linger by,
Like islands in a jasper sea, all clear and cold,

A ruddy milkmaid, singing with her balanced load,
Follows the lowing cattle homeward through the grass,
And slowly o’er the chestnut-shaded, winding road
To home and rest the weary village toilers pass.

One glimmering evening-star shines yonder faint and dim,
The herald of a mighty host advancing slow ;

And trembling in the shallows at the river’s brim,
Its pale reflection seems a glimpse of heaven below.

The day is dying, and the year, too, slowly dies ;

Yon in the harvest-fields are gathered autumn sheaves ;
There is a mournful note in every breeze that sighs,

A hectic fiush has tinted all the changing. leaves.

The winter soon will come with coverlet of snow,
With moaning; winds through yonder woods, and icy
showers ;
But it will only hide the sleeping life below,
The harbingers of spring, and yellow crocus flowers.

So, musing as I walk, my heart is full of rest,
For ’tis of change, and not of death, these things do
speak :
Thé peace that passeth understanding fills my breast,
I dream of that glad time when endless day will break)

Thus unto me this quiet spot is holy ground ;
For as to tired eyes God sends His gift-of sleep,
The angel of His presence doth eneamp around
His resting flock’s abiding-place, a watch to keep.
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The Folly of Foolish Fred.

RED and his sister have
been playing that he
was a knight and she a
grand lady. She has
dressed up in all the fine
toggery she can find, and

he has armed himself with an old pistol

which his father keeps asa curiosity.

They have been reading how the

knights of old went on crusades and

fought with other knights, and they
are, now on a grand crusade against
the suits of armor standing by the
wall and the figures of saints and
heroes in the stained glass windows.

Bang! goes the pistol, and the beau-

tiful window is destroyed. »

What a foolish boy! He will do
more mischief in an hour than can
be repaired in a year; and when his
father returns and sees his valuable
things ruined, Fred will get a lesson
. in knight-errantry that he will not
soon forget. Florence begins to see
the folly already, but she should



have seen it at first and not have

been led away by foolish books,



Feeding the Robin.

Miss NELLIE is about to feed her
robin. Her friend Maud has had a
number of robins, but they have all
“pined away and died, while Nellie’s
robin is as well as a bird can be, and
sings beautifully every day. Shall I
tell you why one can have a nice robin,
and the other cannot? The robins are
at first just alike, but the girls are not
alike.. Maud lies in bed every morning
and lets her. robin go. without | his
breakfast ; while Nellie wakes up as
soonas the bird begins tochirp and gives
him clean water and nice food.





Our Charlie.

‘Wuo loves to pull the pussy’s tail,

Or decorate her with a pail,
Delighted with her doleful wail ?
Our Charlie.

Who runs with patient little legs

On errands. And when mamma begs

“Softly !” tiptoes as though on eggs?
Our Charlie.

But sometimes when he’s washed and
dressed,

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Until a whipping we suggest
For Charlie.

Who's always singing “ Baby Mine,”

Or “ Buttercup,” until we pine .

To give some soothing anodyne
To Charlie ?

We're going out. Where’s Charlie?
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A little voice rings, “‘ Here I are,

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‘She never soils her pretty ¢

Grace and Mer Playmates.



SSP TIERE are three of
them. Grace is not at
-all afraid of the dog,
and the dog is evi-
dently very proud to
® be petted and taken
care of, and to guard his mistress from
any danger. If another dog were to
come along, Fido would warn him off,
lest he should frighten the little girl,
and he would bark very angrily, and
perhaps bite, if anybody should attempt
to hurt her. All little girls are fond of
dolls ; that is a part of a girl’s nature,
and it is very nice for them to have
them. In a few years the child will
grow into a woman, but where will Fido
and the doll be then? Dogs do not
live nearly so long as. men and women,
and dolls, alas!.often last but a few
months,



She’s Always Good.

SHE never sighs ; she never
grumbles ;

She never cries when down
she tumbles.

dresses ;
tresses.

With cap on head, and wee
hands folded,

She’s put to bed and never
scolded.

ing ;

There’s such a girl—don’t think I’m | fly away again.

dreaming.



But not to tell her name were folly ;
You know her well—she’s your own

Dolly.



The Locust.

Tue locust is about three inches
long, with a large head and projecting
oval eyes. Its food consists of leaves
and green stalks of plants, and when
locusts alight on any vegetation that
they fancy they consume it entirely.

The terrible ravages of locusts are
owing to the vast numbers in which
they appear, filling the air and darken-
ing the sky so that objects cast no
shadow, and advancing with a sound
like the rushing of chariots. Locusts
are found in almost all parts of the
world except the coldest regions, and
are equally destructive wherever they
appear. In France, a reward is paid
for the collection of locusts and their
eggs. In our country, they seldom do

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any damage in the Eastern States, but
in the West they sometimes destroy

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grain in an hour or two, and then they
Locusts are eaten, in
some countries, as food.







The City Cousin in the Country.

vay ASTER FREDER-
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and therefore is much
#} petted at home, and
%§ some people think
- * that he is a spoiled
boy. One beautiful spring morning his
mamma takes him for a long ride out
into the country. They go by railroad,
and when they reach a certain little
station they alight from the train, and
get into a buggy, and are driven to an
old farm-house where Aunt
Bertha and Grandpapa live.
There are also five cousins,
Johnny and little Dick, Emma,
Grace, and Baby. The boys
go about without shoes and
stockings when they are round
the house, not because they
are poor, but because it is the
custom in that part of the
country for boys, and even
! sometimes girls and grown peo-
: ple, to gobarefoot, except when
, they walk or ride to the town
or village or tochurch. These
cousins of Master Frederick
have plenty of toys and lots
of fun, and they looked forward with a
great deal of excitement and pleasure
‘to this promised visit. And there
stands the little city cousin by his
mother’s knee, looking as shy and cross
as possible. He will not speak to his
grandpa who sits near with his pipe in
‘his hand and his smoking cap on, try-
ing to coax Master Frederick into a
good humor. Little Dick comes for-
ward with some nice apples which he
has just picked out of the orchard, and
mamma is ‘telling him to be a good boy
‘and shake hands with his cousins.
Poor Aunty, who holds the baby, looks





amused, and so do the other children,
but I am afraid Cousin Frederick is not
polite. If he does not behave better
Ido not think his grandpa or his cous-
ins will want to see him again. ;



The Squirrel.

Stop, little squirrel, stop, I pray,
Why do you work so hard all day ?
Stay a while with us to play,

Do not run so quick away.



But the squirrel cunningly
Shook his head,
And in squirrel language,
Thus he said :
“ The winter is coming,
With stormy weather,
And I must hurry
Some nuts to gather.
The winter is coming,
' With frost and snow;
The storm will howl,
And the winds will blow ;
And I must have nuts
In my nest, you know.
.Good-by ; I must go!”





































The Cunning

J]. YOU pretty, sweet little
dears,” cries Bessie, as
she takes one of the little
baby chicks in her hands
and kisses it. Bob and
* Fred have just found the
old hen in a nest in the lumber-room,
with a brood of chickens she has hatched
on the sly. They ran into the house
shouting for joy, and sister Amy, who
was not yet out of bed, jumped up at
once and ran down stairs to see all about
it. Ofcourse Mother Hen would like to
havealady to call upon her under the cir-
cumstances. How cunning that chick
looks standing on the edge of the nest,
and how proud and yet anxious the old
hen seems as she watches the struggles
of the chick which Amy has captured!
How funny it is that chickens should
come out of the eggs as they do. See
the broken egg-shells by the nest. The
hen has been patiently sitting over those
eggs for about three weeks, keeping
them very warm. I think somebody
must have known where she was, for
there is a broken dish with some food
in it, which the hen has now and then
picked at. Perhaps the children did,
but they would not disturb her while
she was “sitting.” Butnow that the
chicks are all ‘‘hatched,” they are
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Little Chicks.

with their sharp teeth in the great toe |

of the sleeping victim, suck his blood
until full to repletion, meanwhile fan-
ning the sleeper with their wings to
induce continued slumber. The idea
has proved to be fallacious, at least as
far as the soothing fanning is concerned
and the particular fancy for the great toe
only. They are not particular as to
where they make the incision, if they
only get the blood.

In.some parts of South America
vampires are very numerous, and do-
mestic animals suffer greatly from their
nocturnal attacks. ‘‘ They seem to take
advantage of an existing wound, but
they also can make one.” In some
parts of Brazil the rearing of calves is
impossible on account of these bats,
and there are districts, chiefly those
where limestone rocks abound with
numerous caves, in which cattle cannot
profitably be kept.

The vampire, according to an old su-
perstition invarious portionsof Europe,
particularly in Hungary, was supposed
to be a dead person, returned in body
and soul from the other world, and wan-
dering about the earth doing every
kind of mischief to the living.































































































































The Vampire Bat.

Tue “Vampire” is the name
given toa species of bat found in
South America, which “sucks the
blood of persons and beasts when
asleep.” It was at one time the :
popular idea that these bats would
enter the sleeping apartments of
human beings, in the warm climate
of Brazil, and, making an incision



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The Land of the

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rus plants in this pict-
ure, but it represents
a scene in a tropical or
sub-tropical country,
‘ suchas Egypt, Arabia,
or Abyssinia, where the palm and
cocoanut are indigenous. The party
of natives in the foreground are resting
beneath the welcome shade of a grove
by the wells of water, and one of their
number has climbed a tree to gather
the fruit. He must be a good climber
and hiscompanions ought to thank him
when they proceed to break open the
juicy nuts and drink the milk from
them. The papyrus plant or paper
reed used to grow in great abundance
along the banks of the River Nile, and
in other parts of Africa, and also in
} some parts of Asia and Europe, but it
is not found in Egypt now, and is much
rarer than it used to be. The ancients
made their paper from the stem.





The Mill

Winpinc and grinding,
Round goes the mill ;
Winding and grinding,
Should never stand still.
Ask not if neighbor
Grind great or small :
Spare not your labor,
Grind your wheat all.

Winding and grinding,
Work through the day ;

Grief never minding,

_ Grind it away!

What through tears dropping
Rust as they fall ?

Have no wheel stopping—
Work comforts all. '



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The Mandarin.

A Mawnpbarin is a-‘man who holds an

office in China. There are nine differ-
ent grades or ranks of Mandarins, each
being distinguished by a different col-
ored ball or button on the top of his
hat. The Chinese are a strange people
and have strange customs concerning
their Mandarins as well as everything
else. No officer is allowed to hold’
office in his native province, nor is he
allowed to marry where he holds office,
nor to havea relative in office under

‘him. ‘He must report truthfully, every

little while, how those under him are
behaving themselves and. doing their
work, and then they are promoted or
put down a step like boys in a class.
No one is allowed to remain in office
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Birds of the River and Sea.



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ture more thoroughly
provided animals with
the organs suited to
their habits and neces-
sities than in the birds

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which depend for food upon the sea.
The waders have long legs and bills,



while the swimmers have scarcely any
legs at all, but are provided with large,
webbed feet with which they propel
themselves in the water.

The most curious of the sea birds are
the Penguins. They live in the Antarc-
tic seas, and are the lowest form of
birds now known. In fact they look
‘more and act more like seals. Their
wings are only a few inches long, and
are only useful in the water, and the
same may be said of their feet, although
they do manage to scramble up on the
rocks, where they sit upright on their
stumpy tails. They are famous divers,
swimming faster under water than on

the surface, and acting more like fishes
than birds.

The Great Auk is now thought to be
extinct, but there are stuffed specimens
to be found in the museums. It in-
habited the cold portions of the North-
ern Hemisphere, and is sometimes
called the Northern Penguin. It re-
sembled the Penguin, but was much
larger, being three feet long. Its wing
was but four inches long, and was used
chiefly for swimming. The last one
seen alive was on the coast of Iceland
in 1844, and well-stuffed specimens are
now worth a thousand dollars. A
dead one was found on the coast of
Labrador in 1870.

The Crying Bird, or Courlan, is a
wader, as you can see by his long legs.
He lives in hot. climates, and is often
seen in Florida, where it is sometimes
shot and used for food. It gets its

_name from the peculiar cry which it

keeps up night and day.»

The Spoonbill is also a wader. It
belongs to the Heron family and re-
sembles a stork, except that it has a
flat bill, widening out at the end like a
spoon. It is found chiefly in Holland,
and on the coasts of Italy and Northern
Africa. ;

Perhaps the most interesting bird in
our group is the Frigate Bird, so called
because he is found far out at sea.
Though a small bird, it has long wings,
spreading ten or twelve feet. These
enable him to fly long distances, and to
support himself in the air with no more
motion than a boy’s kite, for hours at
atime. Although he lives upon fish,
he seldom swims, and it is said that he
never dives. He catches the flying fish
as they leap out of the water, and will
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Quails, days, and Blackbirds.



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the graceful crest is
the California Quail,
so-called because it is
found only in that
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guish it from the Mountain Quail. It
has beautiful plumage, and two jet
black crests, though they appear as
onevin the picture. It does not whistle
like the Eastern Quail, and its cry is
rather disagreeable than pleasant.
Like all the Quails, it can be easily
domesticated.

The bird to its right is the familiar
little Bob White of New England and
the Middle States. Before it was
hunted so mercilessly, it must have
been very common in all this portion
of the country, but now it is quite rare
in some portions. Though it breeds
well, in cold winters, whole flocks often
get frozen under the snow and perish.
A pair of Bob Whites will raise two
brood§ of a dozen or more each: sum-

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chicks when they are half grown, while
the female lays and hatches again.
There are many kinds of Quails, and
some species is found in almost every
quarter of the globe. We read of -
them in the Bible, and they have been
common in Egypt and Syria ever since
the children of Israel ate them in the
Wilderness. Hundreds of thousands
are captured in Northern Africa every
year and taken to France.

The Blue Jay is found in nearly
every part of North America. He is
very shy, and likes to flit about in the
shadiest portion of the woods, But
sometimes he flies about the orchards
looking for grubs, and then his rich
plumage shows to great advantage in
the sunlight. He belongs to the Crow
family, and, like all his relatives, he is
very cunning and tricky. When tamed,
bird trainers say that he can be taught
more easily than most birds. Like the
mocking bird, he is fond of imitating
other birds, but instead of learning to
sing their songs, he imitates only the
harsh sounds. When calling to his
mate he can be as sweet as any of his
companions of the woods ; but at other
times he will scream so nearly like the
hawk as to make an old hen scamper
with her chicks, and scare all the little
birds within hearing.

The cowbird, or cow blackbird,
comes in summer to nearly all the
Northern States. He can be seen fol-
lowing the cows about the pasture and
catching the flies which they whisk off
with their tails. The cowbird builds no
nest of her own, but lays her eggs in
the nests of other birds, where they are
hatched and cared for without any
trouble on her part.





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John Coleridge Patteson.

MONG the lives of
missionaries there is
none more interesting
than that of John Cole-
ridge Patteson. He
was the son of Judge

John Patteson, and his mother was a
niece of the poet Coleridge. Though

he was the eldest son and had brilliant
prospects in England, he early formed



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a resolution to. give up all and become
amissionary. His chance did not come
till 1857, when he was thirty years old.
In that year he sailed with Bishop
Selwyn for New Zealand. His work
was done here and on the islands of the



South Pacific. As the islands were in-
habited by savages, he was often at-
tacked, and was finally killed in 1871.
In order to teach, he had to learn the
many languages of the different islands,
and often to attend the sick, wash and
dress the children, and sometimes do
his own cooking. Wherever he suc-
ceeded in talking to the people and
staying among them, they learned to
love him ; but kidnappers used
to come sometimes and carry
off the natives, and Patteson’s
life was probably taken as a
consequence of the nefarious
practice.



The Three Answers.

BEAUTIFUL, indeed, was the
lesson which a little Sabbath-
school class had been reciting,
—all about the Saviour’s king-
dom. “Boys,” said the lady,
looking seriously upon the
little boys, ‘‘ what will you do to
help on the Saviour’s kingdom ?
What will you do, James?”

“T will give my half-pence
to the missionaries, and they
shall preach about it to the
heathen,” answered James.

“And what will you do,
George?”

George looked up and said,
“T will pray for it.”

“And what will you do,
John?” said the teacher, addres-
sing the youngest.

He cast down his eyes and softly
said, ‘I will give my heart to it.” The
teacher blessed the little boy, and
breathed a silent prayer that Jesus
might take the offering.



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UNCLE HENRY’S VISIT.

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ZINCLE HENRY had traveled




his sister, who was now a
widow, but had two little girls and a
boy, who were very found of their
uncle, and always looked forward with
delight to his visit. After he had par-
taken of some refreshment, he tock
Ben and Jiis little sister Nellie on his
knee, and »sked them many questions,
which they answered to the best of
their ability, and they also told him
many strange and eventful stories

a long way by train to visit.



And
when they had finished eating their

about marbles and bird’s nests.

cake, Uncle Henry gave them a ride
on his knee, and had them both laugh-
ing to such an extent, that their
mother coming in, remarked that it
was a treat to see them enjoying them-
selves so much, which they hadn’t
done since their dear father died, and
she hoped that Uncle Hen:y would
come often, as it was like a ray of ©
sunshine whenever he made his ap-
pearance in her house.
















Copyright 1881, by R. Worthington,



MOTHER HUBBARD.








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Op Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone;

But when she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none. 48



\ : - MOTHER HUBBARD.

She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread,
But when she came back
The poor dog looked dead.



She went to the joiner’s
To buy him a coffin,
But when she came back

The poor dog was laughing.



She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe,
But when she came back

He was smoking a pipe.



She went to the ale-house
~ To get him some beer,
But when she came back

The dog sat in a chair.



She went to the tavern
For white wine and red,
But when she came back
The. dog stood on his head.





MOTHER HUBBARD.

She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat,
But when she came back

He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back

He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy him some fruit,
But when she came back

He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat,
But when she came back

He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler’s
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back —

He was reading the news.





MOTHER HUBBARD.

She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back

The dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back
He was dress’d in his clothes.

The dame made a courtesy,
The dog made a bow ;
The dame said “‘ Your servant,”

The dog said “* Bow wow.”

This wonderful dog
Was Dame Hubbard’s delight;
He could sing, he could dance,

He could read, he could write.



She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,

And erected a monument
When he was dead.





HOW TO CATCH A RHINOCEROS.
ConsipER the Rhinoceros —
His horn will bore, and gore, and
toss 3
Of course, it hurts you very much

Indeed, if once you let it touch ;









Of course—but that is a mistake.
Thisis the way that beast to take:
He runs, and you run merrily
Before him to the nearest tree;
Only take care you have with you
A powerful double fixing-screw.
You hide behind the tree, of
course—

Butt goes the brute with all his force!



At you no doubt he takes his aim,

To gore you being his little game : Fasten it firmly round the horn,
Therefore take care—that must not be— And lock it on that beast forlorn.
So mind he butts against the tree. What-can he do, stuck fast like that *
"His horn, being to that tree applied, Nothing at all, you have him pat!
_ Goes through and on the other side A fine rhinoceros in this plight
Comes out, as it is bound to do. Will prove a most amusing sight :
Now then, be ready with your screw! , When once you get him in that groove

The brute is fixed—he cannot move.

Of course he goes into a pet,

And in his mind is much upset;

You chef him then—at least you
can-—

About the skill and craft of man;

And chaff is what he cannot bear,

He thinks it is not on the square;

However, you can hold him tight,

Day after day, night after night,

And keep him there till he is tame

Such briefly is your little game

In catching the rhinoceros,

Whose horn will bore, and gore
and toss.





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folding Rover.

EK once had a very large, hand-
some dog whose name was
‘Rover.’ He was a very
clever dog as well as a hand-

some one, and would fetch papa’s boots,
open the door, ring the bell, and carry
all manner of things. One stormy win-
ter’s night papa was driving home from
the city. It was very dark, and the
wind blew off papa’s hat, and carried
it away behind. Before papa could
stop the horses, Rover made a bound
on. to the wheel and scrambled into the
seat with the hat in his mouth, not
much the worse, and then jumping
down resumed his position behind the
carriage. .He used to delight in accom-
panying me in my rambles round the
house, when I would get a ribbon round
his neck, and we used to have great
fun. If he saw any one approaching
the house, he used to make a bound;
but when I said ‘‘ Quiet, Rover,’ he
would look up, as much as to say, ‘“ All
right, I will look after you,” and re-
sume his usual playful manner. Papa
hid the handle of an ax in a hedge,
and pointed it out to Rover. The next
day he was told to go and fetch it, when
he trotted off and returned with it, look-
ing quite pleased at his feat. So you
see ‘“‘ Rover”? was not only handsome
but clever also.



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LovasLe Giris.—Girls without an
undesirable love of liberty and craze for
individualism, girls who will let them-
selves be guided, girls who have the
filial sentiment well developed and who



feel the love of a daughter for the wo-
man who acts as their mother, girls who
know that every day and all day long
cannot be devoted to holiday-making
without the intervention of duties more
or less irksome, girls who when they |
can gather them accept their roses with
frank and girlish sincerity of pleasure,
and when they are denied submit with-
out repining to the inevitable hardship

of circumstances—these are the girls

whose companionship gladdens. and
does not oppress or distract the old,
whose sweetness and ready submission
to reasonable control of authority make
life so pleasant and their charge so
light to those whose care they are;
these are the girls who become good
wives in the future, and, in their turn,
wise and understanding mothers, and .
who have to choose out of many where
others are sought of none. The leaven
of them keeps society sweet and pure ;
for, if all English girls were as recalci-
trant as some are, men might bid adieu
to the woman and the home according
to the ideal hitherto cherished.

——_—_— +e —___-

Let the members of households ever
remember that at home there should
be peace and unity, though all the world
be at war. Those bound by the ties of
kindred should uphold each other, and -
bear with each other’s. foibles and hide
them from strangers’ eyes. Those who
dwell under the same home-roof must
fight under one flag or be defeated.
Policy, if not good feeling, should bind
together the members of every honse-
hold.

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THE DESERTER.

Tus fellow, he enlisted,

And was properly assisted

In shouldering arms and drilling,
And seemed, like others, willing ;
But suddenly deserted,

Because he said “it hurted”

To carry a gun and a bayonet,

And he did not want to play on it;
Nor yet upon the sabre,

For he really disliked the labor !—
But even if he deserted,

He need not have said “hurted ;”
flurt being an irregular verb,

Not conjugated like curb ;—
However, desert he did,

And for several days was hid ;

But the troopers they did find him,
And they tied his hands behind hin,
And drove him back to his duty—
Doesn’t he look a beauty ?

Let us hope he will now learn patience,
And also his conjugations.

For hurt, as is known to a peasant,

Is the same in the past as in the present,
And the same in the participle—

As is known to all decent people.





























































































PIGS AND FROGS.

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Tur day was hot, but the water was cool,
And this was the thought of a pig in a pool,
When he saw two frogs a-courting :



















































“Wasting their time, and playing the fool,
When they might be jolly like me, and cool—
Yow’ ll never catch me courting !”’





PIGS AND FROGS.



























But the heart of Sir Pig one day was | When he might be jolly like us, and

smitten cool,
(Such things in the volume of fate are | With plenty of time for sporting !”’
written).
And Sir Pig he went a-courting : So Pig and Frog, at best and worst,

But two merry frogs enjoying the cool | Agreed to differ, at last, and at first,

That very same day, in the very same | And the part was the same that they
pool, both rehearsed,

Said: ‘‘Stupid old pig to be playing; For they both did sporting and
the fool, courting.







KISS BY THE WAYSIDE.

Kisszs in the morning ©
Make the day seem bright,
Filling every corner
With a gleam of light ;
And what happiness he misses,
Who, affection’s impulse scorning,
Departs and gives no kisses

To the children in the morning.

Many think it folly,
Many say it’s bliss,
Very much depending
On whose lips you kiss !
But the truth I am confessing,
And I'd have you all take warning,
If you covet any blessing,

Kiss the children in the morning !

Kisses in the evening
When the lights are low,

Set two hearts aflaming
With affection’s glow.

And the angels swarm in numbers
Round the pillow they are pressing,

Whio are woo’d to peaceful slumbers



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THE HEDGEHOG.

“WHERE are you going so fast away? '
Where are you going?”’ the children said,
“To seek my dinner, this summer day,
To seek my dinner,” the hedgehog said.

“You've got long prickles, so sharp and fine!
Such terrible prickles!” the children said.
“Don’t I tell you I’m going to dine?
Let me be trotting,” the hedgehog said.

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“Nay, nay, now stay; don’t hurry away!
Don’t run away!” the children said.

“What will you get for your dinner to-day.”

“A little fat snail,” the hedgehog said.

“And do you gobble your snails quite raw?

Do you not cook them?” the children said.
“Such inquisitive children I never saw!

Of course I don’t cook them!” the hedgehog said.





“SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER.”

“Mistress NELLIE, fair good morning! |. “Dear Mistress Nellie you distress ma,
To night I go to see the play; _ For long I’ve counted on this play,
We have a box, will you go with us ? And if-your sisters do not like it
I beg you will not say me nay!” Surely they can stay away!”

“Oh, no! I could not, pray excuse me, “ Dear Master Lacy, I will go then,
Whatever would my sisters say ? And I will join your party gay;
You know they are so stiff and mighty, I dearly, dearly love a frolic,
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boy and learnt his lessons, it would not
have happened; but now let us hope that
this will be a warning to him and will make
him in future an obedient child.

“GEORGE.”

@OOR George makes a very sour
face; and why? Because he just .
suffered punishment for running
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If he had been a good

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TEACHING DOLLY TO WALK.

FOLLY, walk, you little
goose,

Don’t annoy me; what's

! the use?

You.can walk as well as I—

Just as well if you would try.





See how nicely you are dressed,
Fitted with your very best.
Were you but as proud as IJ,
You could walk if you would try.

Come, the grass is fresh and clear,
Do not tumble, dolly dear.
Step up lively; if you try,
You can walk as well.as I.

There you drop, you naughty doll;
Be ashamed of such a fall.

Home I mean to make you go,

If you trouble Clara so,

How things are done the adverbs tell,
As slowly, quickly, ell or well,

Conjunctions join the words together,
As men azd women, wind or weather.

The preposition stands before
A noun, as zz or through a door.

The interjection shows surprise,
As oh! how pretty; a / how wise.



THE CHILD'S MAY SONG..

A merry little maiden,
In the merry month of May, — _
Came tripping o’er the meadow, —
As she sang this merry lay :—

“Tm a merry little maiden,
My heart is light and gay;
And I love the sunny weather

In the merry month of May.

“T love the pretty lambkins
That gayly sport and play,

And make such frolic gambols
In the merry month of May.

““T love the little birdies
That sit upon the spray,

And sing me such a blithe song

In the merry month of May.

«“T love the blooming flowers
That grow on bank and brae,
And with them weave my garlands

In the merry month of May.

“T love my little sisters

And my brothers every day,
And I seem to love them better
* In the merry month of May.



Instead of nouns the pronouns stand,
Her head, h7s face, your arm, my hand.

























THE PUFFED-UP SMOKER.

Ox, Gorpon, how naughty!

Now, don’t look so haughty,—

That’s Uncle’s pet pipe you’ve got in
your hand.

If you go on smoking,

We'll soon have you choking,

We'll then have to bury you under

the sand.

Said Gordon to Nellie,

“Go home and cook jelly,

And don’t interfere so with me. and
my pipe!

Or else go and garden,

First begging my pardon,

And see if the plums have begun to

get ripe.”











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THE LESS SPEED.”

UR two friends were on their»
way home, and being in a
4) great hurry, owing to their
— staying out longer than they
should have done, thought of making
a short cut by crossing the pond that
was just frozen over. In their great
haste they over-looked the danger
sign and stepped on the ice, but
before they were half-way over, the
ice broke and they fell into the water.
I am glad to say they got home safe

- after all, but hereafter they should

better understand the proverb, ‘the
more haste the less speed.”



GOING TO. THE CIRCUS.

One of the greatest pleasures of
children is going tothe circus. How
they always enjoy seeing the wild
animals, the beautiful trained horses,
how they laugh over the funny sayings
and jests of the clowns, and how they
get excited about the races. Our
young people in our illustration
appear to be delighted and thoroughly
pleased. It really does one good: to.
see people enjoy themselves the way
they do. And then when they go
home after the circus is finished, they
will talk themselves to sleep, telling
how the clown tried to walk on his
ear, and couldn’t, and about the gen-
tleman wlfo.rode on the horses bare

back and jumped over bars, through
~ hoops, and the wonderful way he rode
on the horses tail without falling off.



Three little words you often see
Are articles, a, az and ¢he.

A noun’s the name of any thing,

As school or garden, hoop or swing.



CHILD'S SONG IN SPRING.

Yes, little girl,

Out in the wheat,
Daisies are springing

White as your feet;
Growing for you

Out in the wheat,
Only because

You are so sweet.
Yes, little girl,

Down in the wood,
Violets are blowing

Blue as your hood;
Blooming for you,

Down in the wood,
Only because

You are so good.
Yes, little girl,

Under the mere,
Lilies laugh up ,

Where the water is clear ;
Smile up at you

From under the mere,
Only because

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BATHING.

He didn’t like bathing, oh dear! oh dear!

The sea was so cold and the waves came so near.

But sister was gentle, oh, sister was kind,

She whispered of beautiful shells they would find.

She told him. the waves sing a wonderful song,

That only to wavelets and ripples belong.

“And will you not bathe, and make friends with the sea?
And would you not like a merman to be?”

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“Baa, baa, there’s no road this way!”
“Pretty sheep, do let me pass, I say,
It’s too late to go back again to-day;

Nice little sheep, please do go away!”

“Baa, baa, we won't let you by;
It’s no use for you to begin ,to cry.
You can’t come this road,—no, not if you try,
And never mind asking the reason why.”





INDIAN CONVERTS.







HOSE three young lads sit-
ting in their native woods,
where birds in the richest
‘of dress and nature in its
lovliest attire are to-be seen, are
Indians, having been recently con-
verted to the Christian religion. They
now attend the mission schools and
are learning the English language,
and also how to write it, which to
them is the greatest puzzle. In the
intervals of school hours they still de-
light to take a run into the woods and
listen to the songs of the birds, and
enjoy the fruit and beauty of nature.





A SONG FOR MERRY HARVEST.

Bring forth the harp, and let us sweep
its fullest, loudest string ;

The bee below, the bird above, are
teaching us to sing

A song for merry harvest; and the
one who will not.bear

His grateful part, partakes a boon he
ill deserves to share.

The grasshopper is pouring forth his
quick and ‘trembling notes ;

. The laughter of the gleaner’s child,
the heart’s own music, floats.
Up! up! I say, a roundelay from

every voice that lives
Should welcome merry Harvest, and
bless the hand that gives.

The buoyant soul that loves the bowl
may see the dark grapes shine ;

And gems of melting ruby deck’ the
_ringlets of the vine; .

Who prizes more the foaming ale,
may gaze upon the plain ;

And feast his eye with yellow hops
and sheets.of bearded grain.
The’ kindly one whose bosom aches

to see a dog unfed,



May bend the knees in thanks to see
the ample promised bread: ;

Awake, then,. all!.’tis Nature’s call ;.
and every voice that lives

Shall welcome merry Harvest, and
bless the hand that gives.

THH FIRST POSTAGE STAMP.

The first postage stamp ever used
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brought out in New Haven, Connec-
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was then the postmaster there. In
response to many complaints of incon-
venience in paying postage at the

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sometimes closed, and it took time at
best, Mr. Mitchell finally got a stamp
engraved and printed. These stamps
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Wreathing a pillar with garland of posies

Of green leaves and jasmine, and red and white roses,
They are dressing the church for the thanksgiving-day ;
The old village church is not often so gay.

So that’s what the children are doing, heigho! .
In apron and mob-cap as white as the snow.

Soon will the church bells go pealing ‘and ringing,

Soon will the Charity Children go singing

Into the church where the wreaths are all twining,

Where lilies and roses are blooming and shining;

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LEARNING TO WRITE.

ILLUSTRATION BY MISS DICKENS.
Our Mabel has her lessons to learn | Her sister’s her teacher, who fondly
and to write, guides her hand
Though the wind’s in the west, and | And makes her the very best writer
the sun’s shining bright in the land.





THE FOX AND DUCKS.

Ox, you sly and cunning fellow,

For mischief always mellow ;

Don’t you wish now, the ducks were near,
Swimming in the water clear?

Then you would the branches drop,

And upon them you would flop ;

Then such a scrimmage there would be,

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THE FIRST VALENTINE.

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There is one for Harry and one for Will,

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Mount Vabor.



é Ry HE picture gives us a fine view of this
Bw (zy remarkable mountain in the Holy
Land. It is in that part of Palestine which
was called Galilee in the days of our
Saviour, and was a region of picturesque
and romantic beauty, comprising hills and
plains, mountains and valleys. Travelers are
agreed in regarding the view from the
summit of Tabor as one of the finest in the
Holy Land. At this mountain Barak col-
lected his forces from Zebulon and Naphtali,
with which he descended to the plain for
his encounter with Sisera. Judges, chap. 4.
Here also Zebah and Zalmunna slew the
brethren of Gideon. Judges, viii. 18.



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it is, that tradition has from the most
ancient times located the Transfiguration
of Jesus upon it.
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THE OLD WOMAN’S STORY.

“Yes, children, right here a great battle
was fought ; |

It was Starke who commanded and won,

He made the proud Britishers fly right

and left,
On the proud field of Bennington.

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And Bee heard my grandfather tell
Of the brave deeds he done, and, alas!
how at last .
He was sorely wounded and fell.

“<¢ God bless this bright land,’ your great-
grandfather prayed, ,
But the very last words that he said
Were, ‘Watch over my children, keep
them from harm,

Oh! bless each dear flaxen head.’ ”’



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fig says, half sobbing, our poor little Sue;
‘No one to play with me; very unkind

Of my sisters to go out and leave me behind.



“They said they were going a very long way,
And I was too young at lawn-tennis to play;
But it’s all an excuse, I very well know,
For if I am young, why shouldn’t I go?

‘I know I can play at bat, trap, and ball
Much better than sisters, although I am small;
And that being the case, I really don’t see
Why, ifthey were going, they couldn’t take me.

“No one to play with the whole afternoon!

I wish that the evening would come very soon;

For you don’t know how dull it Is under
this tree,

With no one to speak to and play games
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Mother-Dees Baby.



thine on the grass at the foot. of the rocks;
and if we could only get a little nearer, this
is what we should hear the mother-deer
saying to her baby: “My child, I am sure
there is danger about; look out and tell me
if you see the slightest movement on the
hill yonder, or if I see it first, I will give you
the signal, and you must follow me, and run
for your very life.” And the baby, with
cocked ears and glistening eyes, promises to
do as it istold. But after all it will probably
prove a false alarm, for this is not the time
of year for deerstalking; and I dare say the
noise they heard was made by a party of
people coming up the valley below to see
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Playing with the [itties.



RJ BAROLD is made a great pet of at

MW home, and is continually full of
mischief, and very fond of teasing every
living thing that comes in his way. One day
he was in the city, and his papa bought him
one of the bird toys that you see in his
hand, and it struck him that it would be a
capital idea to get the two Kitties at home
and have some rare fun with them. So he
took the two Kitties under his arm, and
walked along the lawn until he came toa
beautiful rose-bush, when he set his toy
Spinning round and round, and the Kitties
thinking that it was a real bird, went jumping
and tumbling over and over, Harold enjoying
the scene as well as the Kitties. Harold
thought it was a good way to learn them
to catch mice when they got older, so they
kept playing until both were tired, and left
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PA MSLD Farmer Jenkins sat drinking his
R ea A tea one summer’s evening, when he
suddenly heard such a noise outside, that he
went off in a hurry to see what was the
matter; and when he reached the stile.
what did he see? Why, his own grandson,
Harold, leaning up against an elm tree, too
frightened to do anything but scream at
poor harmless old “Punch,” the sheep-dog,
who never had been known to hurt anybody
during his whole life. ‘Come, come, Harold,
my boy,” called out his grandfather, “ don’t
be a coward. Punch won’t hurt you; he is
quite surprised at the noise you are making,
and cannot understand why you don’t give
him some of the cake in your hand.” “Is
that all, grandfather?” said Harold. And
throwing it down, ran up to his grandfather,
who laughed at him for being such a coward.
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All greenly wave the chestnut leaves,
And the earth is full of joy!

I cannot tell you half the sights
Of beauty you may see— -

The bursts of golden sunshine,
And many a shady tree.

There, lightly swung in bowery glades,
The honey-suckles twine;

There blooms the rose-red campion,
And the dark-blue columbine.

The nodding plants they bowed their heads,
As if in heartsome cheer.

They spake unto these living things,
“°Tis merry living here!”
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Eak% we should find that the people who

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South Seas, had different ways of “going
out to sea.” And if we were “going out to
sea” from New York, Boston, or Phila-
delphia, we might even come to the same
sea, but “the going out” would not be the
same. What the name of the sea is, or what
kind of a sea it is that Godfrey and Hilda
are going to, is more than I can tell.

They are not on board ship, or in a boat,
and they surely are not going to walk right
across the sea from America to England.
Besides, they do not seem to have got
blothes enough for a long voyage; and if
they are really going to sea, they had better
go back to the town where the church is,
and buy what things they want before they
start. I expect that they are like some
other boys and girls, and are only pretending
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A memory of my youthful days is the



time I spent in the little cottage with.

Grandmother Silverbuckle. “If you come

into my room,” the good old lady would say,
“you must be like a good little German girl,
and learn to knit a stocking.” Then she
would smooth down my hair and pin a little
pink and white handkerchief about my neck,
and call me to come and sit by her side. In
the picture you see me as I was when alittle
girl. Grandmother is teaching me how to
narrow the stocking, so as to shape the foot.
She holds the needles, while I hold the yarn

and the leg of the stocking. Many years.

have passed since grandmother taught me to

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Now while thy sunny face is fair,

Sweet shining through thy auburn hair,
Thine eyes are frank and free;

And loving thoughts like garlands bind,

To thy dear home thy trusting mind.

Now thy fond mother’s arm is spread,
’ Neath thy peaceful head at night,
And pausing feet creep round thy bed,
And o’er thy quiet face is shed,
The taper’s darkened light.
But that loved arm will pass away,
By thee no more those feet will stay—

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Bwiiza in the victure are just such children
as. you would meet to-day if you were
walking in the city where the Holy Child
Jesus was born. Perhaps that boy will be a
shepherd like David. If so, he must, like
David, be brave and hardy; for now, as in
David’s time, tending sheep is not the peace-
ful occupation it is with us. The shepherds
have to watch their flocks night and day,
lest some wild beast, or some equally wild
Bedouin Arab, should seize the straying
- ones, or even enter the fold.

When that little girl is a few years older,
she will not be dressed quite as she is now.
She will wear a long veil, very much like
the one that Ruth wore, and which was
large enough to hold the six measures of

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WHEN the task of the day has been
d conquered, I turn Lbelow,
Toward my snug nest in the valley
Where, attuned by the fairies, a light-hearted
burn
Forever makes music, and rare blossoms
blow.



But acluster of blossoms more rare I behold,
As the sound of my footfall awakens a shout,

And with cheeks red as sunrise and locks
bright as gold,

A brave troop of youngsters comes hurrying
out. .

Every sense of fatigue is forgotten, or flies,

The instant those dear ones are thronging
around,
And full oft a warm tear or two steals to my
eyes,

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Vili eventful life, full of excitement, and
after having caused the death of many poor,
harmless chickens, at last lies there dead!
Vulcan, the house dog, has been on the
watch for Mr. Reynard for some time, but he
has always got away from him until to-day,
when he met Reynard in full retreat from
the hen-roost, and after an exciting chase,
‘he came up to him, when a desperate struggle
took place, and he rendered Mr. Reynard
entirely helpless. Just then Carlo comes
round the corner and discovers Vulcan and
the fox, and thinks what a delightful time
he will have helping Vulcan to eat up the
fox; but Vulcan, who is very savage, growls,
and showing his big sharp teeth, advises
Carlo to keep away, or he may perhaps fare
very badly. So Carlo thinks discretion the
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A woman in whose tender breast
Pity and love are bound,

Has saved the dove when sore distressed
It fluttered to the ground.

With bleeding wing, where cruel shot
Had pierced it through and through,

She took it home to share her lot
Until it better grew.

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The cage was opened wide, |

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AT EVENTIDE,

Tue shadows gently glide across the shallow stream ;
A darker purple decks the heather-covered hills ;
The evening.comes as softly as an. infant's dream,
And breathes its solemn -hush upon the rippling rills.

The silence slowly deepens down, for night is near ;
The tiny songsters chirp in drowsy undertone,

But one sweet melody breaks on my listening ear—
A sedge-bird warbling in the rustling’reeds alone.

The spreading sunset glory o’er the western sky
‘Has cast the kingly mantle of its red and gold;

The cloudlets gleaming brightly as they linger by,
Like islands in a jasper sea, all clear and cold,

A ruddy milkmaid, singing with her balanced load,
Follows the lowing cattle homeward through the grass,
And slowly o’er the chestnut-shaded, winding road
To home and rest the weary village toilers pass.

One glimmering evening-star shines yonder faint and dim,
The herald of a mighty host advancing slow ;

And trembling in the shallows at the river’s brim,
Its pale reflection seems a glimpse of heaven below.

The day is dying, and the year, too, slowly dies ;

Yon in the harvest-fields are gathered autumn sheaves ;
There is a mournful note in every breeze that sighs,

A hectic fiush has tinted all the changing. leaves.

The winter soon will come with coverlet of snow,
With moaning; winds through yonder woods, and icy
showers ;
But it will only hide the sleeping life below,
The harbingers of spring, and yellow crocus flowers.

So, musing as I walk, my heart is full of rest,
For ’tis of change, and not of death, these things do
speak :
Thé peace that passeth understanding fills my breast,
I dream of that glad time when endless day will break)

Thus unto me this quiet spot is holy ground ;
For as to tired eyes God sends His gift-of sleep,
The angel of His presence doth eneamp around
His resting flock’s abiding-place, a watch to keep.
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The Folly of Foolish Fred.

RED and his sister have
been playing that he
was a knight and she a
grand lady. She has
dressed up in all the fine
toggery she can find, and

he has armed himself with an old pistol

which his father keeps asa curiosity.

They have been reading how the

knights of old went on crusades and

fought with other knights, and they
are, now on a grand crusade against
the suits of armor standing by the
wall and the figures of saints and
heroes in the stained glass windows.

Bang! goes the pistol, and the beau-

tiful window is destroyed. »

What a foolish boy! He will do
more mischief in an hour than can
be repaired in a year; and when his
father returns and sees his valuable
things ruined, Fred will get a lesson
. in knight-errantry that he will not
soon forget. Florence begins to see
the folly already, but she should



have seen it at first and not have

been led away by foolish books,



Feeding the Robin.

Miss NELLIE is about to feed her
robin. Her friend Maud has had a
number of robins, but they have all
“pined away and died, while Nellie’s
robin is as well as a bird can be, and
sings beautifully every day. Shall I
tell you why one can have a nice robin,
and the other cannot? The robins are
at first just alike, but the girls are not
alike.. Maud lies in bed every morning
and lets her. robin go. without | his
breakfast ; while Nellie wakes up as
soonas the bird begins tochirp and gives
him clean water and nice food.





Our Charlie.

‘Wuo loves to pull the pussy’s tail,

Or decorate her with a pail,
Delighted with her doleful wail ?
Our Charlie.

Who runs with patient little legs

On errands. And when mamma begs

“Softly !” tiptoes as though on eggs?
Our Charlie.

But sometimes when he’s washed and
dressed,

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Until a whipping we suggest
For Charlie.

Who's always singing “ Baby Mine,”

Or “ Buttercup,” until we pine .

To give some soothing anodyne
To Charlie ?

We're going out. Where’s Charlie?
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A little voice rings, “‘ Here I are,

Expressly waiting for the car!”

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_ She never spoils her silken

‘She never soils her pretty ¢

Grace and Mer Playmates.



SSP TIERE are three of
them. Grace is not at
-all afraid of the dog,
and the dog is evi-
dently very proud to
® be petted and taken
care of, and to guard his mistress from
any danger. If another dog were to
come along, Fido would warn him off,
lest he should frighten the little girl,
and he would bark very angrily, and
perhaps bite, if anybody should attempt
to hurt her. All little girls are fond of
dolls ; that is a part of a girl’s nature,
and it is very nice for them to have
them. In a few years the child will
grow into a woman, but where will Fido
and the doll be then? Dogs do not
live nearly so long as. men and women,
and dolls, alas!.often last but a few
months,



She’s Always Good.

SHE never sighs ; she never
grumbles ;

She never cries when down
she tumbles.

dresses ;
tresses.

With cap on head, and wee
hands folded,

She’s put to bed and never
scolded.

ing ;

There’s such a girl—don’t think I’m | fly away again.

dreaming.



But not to tell her name were folly ;
You know her well—she’s your own

Dolly.



The Locust.

Tue locust is about three inches
long, with a large head and projecting
oval eyes. Its food consists of leaves
and green stalks of plants, and when
locusts alight on any vegetation that
they fancy they consume it entirely.

The terrible ravages of locusts are
owing to the vast numbers in which
they appear, filling the air and darken-
ing the sky so that objects cast no
shadow, and advancing with a sound
like the rushing of chariots. Locusts
are found in almost all parts of the
world except the coldest regions, and
are equally destructive wherever they
appear. In France, a reward is paid
for the collection of locusts and their
eggs. In our country, they seldom do

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any damage in the Eastern States, but
in the West they sometimes destroy

Oh! she’s a pearl, no mischief schem-| thousands of acres of wheat and other

grain in an hour or two, and then they
Locusts are eaten, in
some countries, as food.

The City Cousin in the Country.

vay ASTER FREDER-
a! §=8ICK is an only son,
and therefore is much
#} petted at home, and
%§ some people think
- * that he is a spoiled
boy. One beautiful spring morning his
mamma takes him for a long ride out
into the country. They go by railroad,
and when they reach a certain little
station they alight from the train, and
get into a buggy, and are driven to an
old farm-house where Aunt
Bertha and Grandpapa live.
There are also five cousins,
Johnny and little Dick, Emma,
Grace, and Baby. The boys
go about without shoes and
stockings when they are round
the house, not because they
are poor, but because it is the
custom in that part of the
country for boys, and even
! sometimes girls and grown peo-
: ple, to gobarefoot, except when
, they walk or ride to the town
or village or tochurch. These
cousins of Master Frederick
have plenty of toys and lots
of fun, and they looked forward with a
great deal of excitement and pleasure
‘to this promised visit. And there
stands the little city cousin by his
mother’s knee, looking as shy and cross
as possible. He will not speak to his
grandpa who sits near with his pipe in
‘his hand and his smoking cap on, try-
ing to coax Master Frederick into a
good humor. Little Dick comes for-
ward with some nice apples which he
has just picked out of the orchard, and
mamma is ‘telling him to be a good boy
‘and shake hands with his cousins.
Poor Aunty, who holds the baby, looks





amused, and so do the other children,
but I am afraid Cousin Frederick is not
polite. If he does not behave better
Ido not think his grandpa or his cous-
ins will want to see him again. ;



The Squirrel.

Stop, little squirrel, stop, I pray,
Why do you work so hard all day ?
Stay a while with us to play,

Do not run so quick away.



But the squirrel cunningly
Shook his head,
And in squirrel language,
Thus he said :
“ The winter is coming,
With stormy weather,
And I must hurry
Some nuts to gather.
The winter is coming,
' With frost and snow;
The storm will howl,
And the winds will blow ;
And I must have nuts
In my nest, you know.
.Good-by ; I must go!”































The Cunning

J]. YOU pretty, sweet little
dears,” cries Bessie, as
she takes one of the little
baby chicks in her hands
and kisses it. Bob and
* Fred have just found the
old hen in a nest in the lumber-room,
with a brood of chickens she has hatched
on the sly. They ran into the house
shouting for joy, and sister Amy, who
was not yet out of bed, jumped up at
once and ran down stairs to see all about
it. Ofcourse Mother Hen would like to
havealady to call upon her under the cir-
cumstances. How cunning that chick
looks standing on the edge of the nest,
and how proud and yet anxious the old
hen seems as she watches the struggles
of the chick which Amy has captured!
How funny it is that chickens should
come out of the eggs as they do. See
the broken egg-shells by the nest. The
hen has been patiently sitting over those
eggs for about three weeks, keeping
them very warm. I think somebody
must have known where she was, for
there is a broken dish with some food
in it, which the hen has now and then
picked at. Perhaps the children did,
but they would not disturb her while
she was “sitting.” Butnow that the
chicks are all ‘‘hatched,” they are
glad.









Little Chicks.

with their sharp teeth in the great toe |

of the sleeping victim, suck his blood
until full to repletion, meanwhile fan-
ning the sleeper with their wings to
induce continued slumber. The idea
has proved to be fallacious, at least as
far as the soothing fanning is concerned
and the particular fancy for the great toe
only. They are not particular as to
where they make the incision, if they
only get the blood.

In.some parts of South America
vampires are very numerous, and do-
mestic animals suffer greatly from their
nocturnal attacks. ‘‘ They seem to take
advantage of an existing wound, but
they also can make one.” In some
parts of Brazil the rearing of calves is
impossible on account of these bats,
and there are districts, chiefly those
where limestone rocks abound with
numerous caves, in which cattle cannot
profitably be kept.

The vampire, according to an old su-
perstition invarious portionsof Europe,
particularly in Hungary, was supposed
to be a dead person, returned in body
and soul from the other world, and wan-
dering about the earth doing every
kind of mischief to the living.































































































































The Vampire Bat.

Tue “Vampire” is the name
given toa species of bat found in
South America, which “sucks the
blood of persons and beasts when
asleep.” It was at one time the :
popular idea that these bats would
enter the sleeping apartments of
human beings, in the warm climate
of Brazil, and, making an incision



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The Land of the

i} Edo not see any papy-
rus plants in this pict-
ure, but it represents
a scene in a tropical or
sub-tropical country,
‘ suchas Egypt, Arabia,
or Abyssinia, where the palm and
cocoanut are indigenous. The party
of natives in the foreground are resting
beneath the welcome shade of a grove
by the wells of water, and one of their
number has climbed a tree to gather
the fruit. He must be a good climber
and hiscompanions ought to thank him
when they proceed to break open the
juicy nuts and drink the milk from
them. The papyrus plant or paper
reed used to grow in great abundance
along the banks of the River Nile, and
in other parts of Africa, and also in
} some parts of Asia and Europe, but it
is not found in Egypt now, and is much
rarer than it used to be. The ancients
made their paper from the stem.





The Mill

Winpinc and grinding,
Round goes the mill ;
Winding and grinding,
Should never stand still.
Ask not if neighbor
Grind great or small :
Spare not your labor,
Grind your wheat all.

Winding and grinding,
Work through the day ;

Grief never minding,

_ Grind it away!

What through tears dropping
Rust as they fall ?

Have no wheel stopping—
Work comforts all. '



Papyrus.

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The Mandarin.

A Mawnpbarin is a-‘man who holds an

office in China. There are nine differ-
ent grades or ranks of Mandarins, each
being distinguished by a different col-
ored ball or button on the top of his
hat. The Chinese are a strange people
and have strange customs concerning
their Mandarins as well as everything
else. No officer is allowed to hold’
office in his native province, nor is he
allowed to marry where he holds office,
nor to havea relative in office under

‘him. ‘He must report truthfully, every

little while, how those under him are
behaving themselves and. doing their
work, and then they are promoted or
put down a step like boys in a class.
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Birds of the River and Sea.



- N_ no instances has na-
ture more thoroughly
provided animals with
the organs suited to
their habits and neces-
sities than in the birds

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which depend for food upon the sea.
The waders have long legs and bills,



while the swimmers have scarcely any
legs at all, but are provided with large,
webbed feet with which they propel
themselves in the water.

The most curious of the sea birds are
the Penguins. They live in the Antarc-
tic seas, and are the lowest form of
birds now known. In fact they look
‘more and act more like seals. Their
wings are only a few inches long, and
are only useful in the water, and the
same may be said of their feet, although
they do manage to scramble up on the
rocks, where they sit upright on their
stumpy tails. They are famous divers,
swimming faster under water than on

the surface, and acting more like fishes
than birds.

The Great Auk is now thought to be
extinct, but there are stuffed specimens
to be found in the museums. It in-
habited the cold portions of the North-
ern Hemisphere, and is sometimes
called the Northern Penguin. It re-
sembled the Penguin, but was much
larger, being three feet long. Its wing
was but four inches long, and was used
chiefly for swimming. The last one
seen alive was on the coast of Iceland
in 1844, and well-stuffed specimens are
now worth a thousand dollars. A
dead one was found on the coast of
Labrador in 1870.

The Crying Bird, or Courlan, is a
wader, as you can see by his long legs.
He lives in hot. climates, and is often
seen in Florida, where it is sometimes
shot and used for food. It gets its

_name from the peculiar cry which it

keeps up night and day.»

The Spoonbill is also a wader. It
belongs to the Heron family and re-
sembles a stork, except that it has a
flat bill, widening out at the end like a
spoon. It is found chiefly in Holland,
and on the coasts of Italy and Northern
Africa. ;

Perhaps the most interesting bird in
our group is the Frigate Bird, so called
because he is found far out at sea.
Though a small bird, it has long wings,
spreading ten or twelve feet. These
enable him to fly long distances, and to
support himself in the air with no more
motion than a boy’s kite, for hours at
atime. Although he lives upon fish,
he seldom swims, and it is said that he
never dives. He catches the flying fish
as they leap out of the water, and will
sometimes rob another bird of its prey,






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Quails, days, and Blackbirds.



emperd| IE bird in the oppo-

” site engraving with
the graceful crest is
the California Quail,
so-called because it is
found only in that
State, and near the border in Mexico.
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called there the Valley Quail, to distin-
guish it from the Mountain Quail. It
has beautiful plumage, and two jet
black crests, though they appear as
onevin the picture. It does not whistle
like the Eastern Quail, and its cry is
rather disagreeable than pleasant.
Like all the Quails, it can be easily
domesticated.

The bird to its right is the familiar
little Bob White of New England and
the Middle States. Before it was
hunted so mercilessly, it must have
been very common in all this portion
of the country, but now it is quite rare
in some portions. Though it breeds
well, in cold winters, whole flocks often
get frozen under the snow and perish.
A pair of Bob Whites will raise two
brood§ of a dozen or more each: sum-

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chicks when they are half grown, while
the female lays and hatches again.
There are many kinds of Quails, and
some species is found in almost every
quarter of the globe. We read of -
them in the Bible, and they have been
common in Egypt and Syria ever since
the children of Israel ate them in the
Wilderness. Hundreds of thousands
are captured in Northern Africa every
year and taken to France.

The Blue Jay is found in nearly
every part of North America. He is
very shy, and likes to flit about in the
shadiest portion of the woods, But
sometimes he flies about the orchards
looking for grubs, and then his rich
plumage shows to great advantage in
the sunlight. He belongs to the Crow
family, and, like all his relatives, he is
very cunning and tricky. When tamed,
bird trainers say that he can be taught
more easily than most birds. Like the
mocking bird, he is fond of imitating
other birds, but instead of learning to
sing their songs, he imitates only the
harsh sounds. When calling to his
mate he can be as sweet as any of his
companions of the woods ; but at other
times he will scream so nearly like the
hawk as to make an old hen scamper
with her chicks, and scare all the little
birds within hearing.

The cowbird, or cow blackbird,
comes in summer to nearly all the
Northern States. He can be seen fol-
lowing the cows about the pasture and
catching the flies which they whisk off
with their tails. The cowbird builds no
nest of her own, but lays her eggs in
the nests of other birds, where they are
hatched and cared for without any
trouble on her part.


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John Coleridge Patteson.

MONG the lives of
missionaries there is
none more interesting
than that of John Cole-
ridge Patteson. He
was the son of Judge

John Patteson, and his mother was a
niece of the poet Coleridge. Though

he was the eldest son and had brilliant
prospects in England, he early formed



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a resolution to. give up all and become
amissionary. His chance did not come
till 1857, when he was thirty years old.
In that year he sailed with Bishop
Selwyn for New Zealand. His work
was done here and on the islands of the



South Pacific. As the islands were in-
habited by savages, he was often at-
tacked, and was finally killed in 1871.
In order to teach, he had to learn the
many languages of the different islands,
and often to attend the sick, wash and
dress the children, and sometimes do
his own cooking. Wherever he suc-
ceeded in talking to the people and
staying among them, they learned to
love him ; but kidnappers used
to come sometimes and carry
off the natives, and Patteson’s
life was probably taken as a
consequence of the nefarious
practice.



The Three Answers.

BEAUTIFUL, indeed, was the
lesson which a little Sabbath-
school class had been reciting,
—all about the Saviour’s king-
dom. “Boys,” said the lady,
looking seriously upon the
little boys, ‘‘ what will you do to
help on the Saviour’s kingdom ?
What will you do, James?”

“T will give my half-pence
to the missionaries, and they
shall preach about it to the
heathen,” answered James.

“And what will you do,
George?”

George looked up and said,
“T will pray for it.”

“And what will you do,
John?” said the teacher, addres-
sing the youngest.

He cast down his eyes and softly
said, ‘I will give my heart to it.” The
teacher blessed the little boy, and
breathed a silent prayer that Jesus
might take the offering.
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UNCLE HENRY’S VISIT.

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ZINCLE HENRY had traveled




his sister, who was now a
widow, but had two little girls and a
boy, who were very found of their
uncle, and always looked forward with
delight to his visit. After he had par-
taken of some refreshment, he tock
Ben and Jiis little sister Nellie on his
knee, and »sked them many questions,
which they answered to the best of
their ability, and they also told him
many strange and eventful stories

a long way by train to visit.



And
when they had finished eating their

about marbles and bird’s nests.

cake, Uncle Henry gave them a ride
on his knee, and had them both laugh-
ing to such an extent, that their
mother coming in, remarked that it
was a treat to see them enjoying them-
selves so much, which they hadn’t
done since their dear father died, and
she hoped that Uncle Hen:y would
come often, as it was like a ray of ©
sunshine whenever he made his ap-
pearance in her house.










Copyright 1881, by R. Worthington,
MOTHER HUBBARD.








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Op Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone;

But when she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none. 48
\ : - MOTHER HUBBARD.

She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread,
But when she came back
The poor dog looked dead.



She went to the joiner’s
To buy him a coffin,
But when she came back

The poor dog was laughing.



She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe,
But when she came back

He was smoking a pipe.



She went to the ale-house
~ To get him some beer,
But when she came back

The dog sat in a chair.



She went to the tavern
For white wine and red,
But when she came back
The. dog stood on his head.


MOTHER HUBBARD.

She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat,
But when she came back

He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back

He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy him some fruit,
But when she came back

He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat,
But when she came back

He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler’s
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back —

He was reading the news.


MOTHER HUBBARD.

She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back

The dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back
He was dress’d in his clothes.

The dame made a courtesy,
The dog made a bow ;
The dame said “‘ Your servant,”

The dog said “* Bow wow.”

This wonderful dog
Was Dame Hubbard’s delight;
He could sing, he could dance,

He could read, he could write.



She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,

And erected a monument
When he was dead.


HOW TO CATCH A RHINOCEROS.
ConsipER the Rhinoceros —
His horn will bore, and gore, and
toss 3
Of course, it hurts you very much

Indeed, if once you let it touch ;









Of course—but that is a mistake.
Thisis the way that beast to take:
He runs, and you run merrily
Before him to the nearest tree;
Only take care you have with you
A powerful double fixing-screw.
You hide behind the tree, of
course—

Butt goes the brute with all his force!



At you no doubt he takes his aim,

To gore you being his little game : Fasten it firmly round the horn,
Therefore take care—that must not be— And lock it on that beast forlorn.
So mind he butts against the tree. What-can he do, stuck fast like that *
"His horn, being to that tree applied, Nothing at all, you have him pat!
_ Goes through and on the other side A fine rhinoceros in this plight
Comes out, as it is bound to do. Will prove a most amusing sight :
Now then, be ready with your screw! , When once you get him in that groove

The brute is fixed—he cannot move.

Of course he goes into a pet,

And in his mind is much upset;

You chef him then—at least you
can-—

About the skill and craft of man;

And chaff is what he cannot bear,

He thinks it is not on the square;

However, you can hold him tight,

Day after day, night after night,

And keep him there till he is tame

Such briefly is your little game

In catching the rhinoceros,

Whose horn will bore, and gore
and toss.


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folding Rover.

EK once had a very large, hand-
some dog whose name was
‘Rover.’ He was a very
clever dog as well as a hand-

some one, and would fetch papa’s boots,
open the door, ring the bell, and carry
all manner of things. One stormy win-
ter’s night papa was driving home from
the city. It was very dark, and the
wind blew off papa’s hat, and carried
it away behind. Before papa could
stop the horses, Rover made a bound
on. to the wheel and scrambled into the
seat with the hat in his mouth, not
much the worse, and then jumping
down resumed his position behind the
carriage. .He used to delight in accom-
panying me in my rambles round the
house, when I would get a ribbon round
his neck, and we used to have great
fun. If he saw any one approaching
the house, he used to make a bound;
but when I said ‘‘ Quiet, Rover,’ he
would look up, as much as to say, ‘“ All
right, I will look after you,” and re-
sume his usual playful manner. Papa
hid the handle of an ax in a hedge,
and pointed it out to Rover. The next
day he was told to go and fetch it, when
he trotted off and returned with it, look-
ing quite pleased at his feat. So you
see ‘“‘ Rover”? was not only handsome
but clever also.



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LovasLe Giris.—Girls without an
undesirable love of liberty and craze for
individualism, girls who will let them-
selves be guided, girls who have the
filial sentiment well developed and who



feel the love of a daughter for the wo-
man who acts as their mother, girls who
know that every day and all day long
cannot be devoted to holiday-making
without the intervention of duties more
or less irksome, girls who when they |
can gather them accept their roses with
frank and girlish sincerity of pleasure,
and when they are denied submit with-
out repining to the inevitable hardship

of circumstances—these are the girls

whose companionship gladdens. and
does not oppress or distract the old,
whose sweetness and ready submission
to reasonable control of authority make
life so pleasant and their charge so
light to those whose care they are;
these are the girls who become good
wives in the future, and, in their turn,
wise and understanding mothers, and .
who have to choose out of many where
others are sought of none. The leaven
of them keeps society sweet and pure ;
for, if all English girls were as recalci-
trant as some are, men might bid adieu
to the woman and the home according
to the ideal hitherto cherished.

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Let the members of households ever
remember that at home there should
be peace and unity, though all the world
be at war. Those bound by the ties of
kindred should uphold each other, and -
bear with each other’s. foibles and hide
them from strangers’ eyes. Those who
dwell under the same home-roof must
fight under one flag or be defeated.
Policy, if not good feeling, should bind
together the members of every honse-
hold.

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THE DESERTER.

Tus fellow, he enlisted,

And was properly assisted

In shouldering arms and drilling,
And seemed, like others, willing ;
But suddenly deserted,

Because he said “it hurted”

To carry a gun and a bayonet,

And he did not want to play on it;
Nor yet upon the sabre,

For he really disliked the labor !—
But even if he deserted,

He need not have said “hurted ;”
flurt being an irregular verb,

Not conjugated like curb ;—
However, desert he did,

And for several days was hid ;

But the troopers they did find him,
And they tied his hands behind hin,
And drove him back to his duty—
Doesn’t he look a beauty ?

Let us hope he will now learn patience,
And also his conjugations.

For hurt, as is known to a peasant,

Is the same in the past as in the present,
And the same in the participle—

As is known to all decent people.























































































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Tur day was hot, but the water was cool,
And this was the thought of a pig in a pool,
When he saw two frogs a-courting :



















































“Wasting their time, and playing the fool,
When they might be jolly like me, and cool—
Yow’ ll never catch me courting !”’


PIGS AND FROGS.



























But the heart of Sir Pig one day was | When he might be jolly like us, and

smitten cool,
(Such things in the volume of fate are | With plenty of time for sporting !”’
written).
And Sir Pig he went a-courting : So Pig and Frog, at best and worst,

But two merry frogs enjoying the cool | Agreed to differ, at last, and at first,

That very same day, in the very same | And the part was the same that they
pool, both rehearsed,

Said: ‘‘Stupid old pig to be playing; For they both did sporting and
the fool, courting.




KISS BY THE WAYSIDE.

Kisszs in the morning ©
Make the day seem bright,
Filling every corner
With a gleam of light ;
And what happiness he misses,
Who, affection’s impulse scorning,
Departs and gives no kisses

To the children in the morning.

Many think it folly,
Many say it’s bliss,
Very much depending
On whose lips you kiss !
But the truth I am confessing,
And I'd have you all take warning,
If you covet any blessing,

Kiss the children in the morning !

Kisses in the evening
When the lights are low,

Set two hearts aflaming
With affection’s glow.

And the angels swarm in numbers
Round the pillow they are pressing,

Whio are woo’d to peaceful slumbers



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“WHERE are you going so fast away? '
Where are you going?”’ the children said,
“To seek my dinner, this summer day,
To seek my dinner,” the hedgehog said.

“You've got long prickles, so sharp and fine!
Such terrible prickles!” the children said.
“Don’t I tell you I’m going to dine?
Let me be trotting,” the hedgehog said.

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“Nay, nay, now stay; don’t hurry away!
Don’t run away!” the children said.

“What will you get for your dinner to-day.”

“A little fat snail,” the hedgehog said.

“And do you gobble your snails quite raw?

Do you not cook them?” the children said.
“Such inquisitive children I never saw!

Of course I don’t cook them!” the hedgehog said.


“SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER.”

“Mistress NELLIE, fair good morning! |. “Dear Mistress Nellie you distress ma,
To night I go to see the play; _ For long I’ve counted on this play,
We have a box, will you go with us ? And if-your sisters do not like it
I beg you will not say me nay!” Surely they can stay away!”

“Oh, no! I could not, pray excuse me, “ Dear Master Lacy, I will go then,
Whatever would my sisters say ? And I will join your party gay;
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this will be a warning to him and will make
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“GEORGE.”

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TEACHING DOLLY TO WALK.

FOLLY, walk, you little
goose,

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You.can walk as well as I—

Just as well if you would try.





See how nicely you are dressed,
Fitted with your very best.
Were you but as proud as IJ,
You could walk if you would try.

Come, the grass is fresh and clear,
Do not tumble, dolly dear.
Step up lively; if you try,
You can walk as well.as I.

There you drop, you naughty doll;
Be ashamed of such a fall.

Home I mean to make you go,

If you trouble Clara so,

How things are done the adverbs tell,
As slowly, quickly, ell or well,

Conjunctions join the words together,
As men azd women, wind or weather.

The preposition stands before
A noun, as zz or through a door.

The interjection shows surprise,
As oh! how pretty; a / how wise.



THE CHILD'S MAY SONG..

A merry little maiden,
In the merry month of May, — _
Came tripping o’er the meadow, —
As she sang this merry lay :—

“Tm a merry little maiden,
My heart is light and gay;
And I love the sunny weather

In the merry month of May.

“T love the pretty lambkins
That gayly sport and play,

And make such frolic gambols
In the merry month of May.

““T love the little birdies
That sit upon the spray,

And sing me such a blithe song

In the merry month of May.

«“T love the blooming flowers
That grow on bank and brae,
And with them weave my garlands

In the merry month of May.

“T love my little sisters

And my brothers every day,
And I seem to love them better
* In the merry month of May.



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Her head, h7s face, your arm, my hand.



















THE PUFFED-UP SMOKER.

Ox, Gorpon, how naughty!

Now, don’t look so haughty,—

That’s Uncle’s pet pipe you’ve got in
your hand.

If you go on smoking,

We'll soon have you choking,

We'll then have to bury you under

the sand.

Said Gordon to Nellie,

“Go home and cook jelly,

And don’t interfere so with me. and
my pipe!

Or else go and garden,

First begging my pardon,

And see if the plums have begun to

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was just frozen over. In their great
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before they were half-way over, the
ice broke and they fell into the water.
I am glad to say they got home safe

- after all, but hereafter they should

better understand the proverb, ‘the
more haste the less speed.”



GOING TO. THE CIRCUS.

One of the greatest pleasures of
children is going tothe circus. How
they always enjoy seeing the wild
animals, the beautiful trained horses,
how they laugh over the funny sayings
and jests of the clowns, and how they
get excited about the races. Our
young people in our illustration
appear to be delighted and thoroughly
pleased. It really does one good: to.
see people enjoy themselves the way
they do. And then when they go
home after the circus is finished, they
will talk themselves to sleep, telling
how the clown tried to walk on his
ear, and couldn’t, and about the gen-
tleman wlfo.rode on the horses bare

back and jumped over bars, through
~ hoops, and the wonderful way he rode
on the horses tail without falling off.



Three little words you often see
Are articles, a, az and ¢he.

A noun’s the name of any thing,

As school or garden, hoop or swing.



CHILD'S SONG IN SPRING.

Yes, little girl,

Out in the wheat,
Daisies are springing

White as your feet;
Growing for you

Out in the wheat,
Only because

You are so sweet.
Yes, little girl,

Down in the wood,
Violets are blowing

Blue as your hood;
Blooming for you,

Down in the wood,
Only because

You are so good.
Yes, little girl,

Under the mere,
Lilies laugh up ,

Where the water is clear ;
Smile up at you

From under the mere,
Only because

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BATHING.

He didn’t like bathing, oh dear! oh dear!

The sea was so cold and the waves came so near.

But sister was gentle, oh, sister was kind,

She whispered of beautiful shells they would find.

She told him. the waves sing a wonderful song,

That only to wavelets and ripples belong.

“And will you not bathe, and make friends with the sea?
And would you not like a merman to be?”

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“Baa, baa, there’s no road this way!”
“Pretty sheep, do let me pass, I say,
It’s too late to go back again to-day;

Nice little sheep, please do go away!”

“Baa, baa, we won't let you by;
It’s no use for you to begin ,to cry.
You can’t come this road,—no, not if you try,
And never mind asking the reason why.”


INDIAN CONVERTS.







HOSE three young lads sit-
ting in their native woods,
where birds in the richest
‘of dress and nature in its
lovliest attire are to-be seen, are
Indians, having been recently con-
verted to the Christian religion. They
now attend the mission schools and
are learning the English language,
and also how to write it, which to
them is the greatest puzzle. In the
intervals of school hours they still de-
light to take a run into the woods and
listen to the songs of the birds, and
enjoy the fruit and beauty of nature.





A SONG FOR MERRY HARVEST.

Bring forth the harp, and let us sweep
its fullest, loudest string ;

The bee below, the bird above, are
teaching us to sing

A song for merry harvest; and the
one who will not.bear

His grateful part, partakes a boon he
ill deserves to share.

The grasshopper is pouring forth his
quick and ‘trembling notes ;

. The laughter of the gleaner’s child,
the heart’s own music, floats.
Up! up! I say, a roundelay from

every voice that lives
Should welcome merry Harvest, and
bless the hand that gives.

The buoyant soul that loves the bowl
may see the dark grapes shine ;

And gems of melting ruby deck’ the
_ringlets of the vine; .

Who prizes more the foaming ale,
may gaze upon the plain ;

And feast his eye with yellow hops
and sheets.of bearded grain.
The’ kindly one whose bosom aches

to see a dog unfed,



May bend the knees in thanks to see
the ample promised bread: ;

Awake, then,. all!.’tis Nature’s call ;.
and every voice that lives

Shall welcome merry Harvest, and
bless the hand that gives.

THH FIRST POSTAGE STAMP.

The first postage stamp ever used
in this country is believed tohave been
brought out in New Haven, Connec-
ticut, in 1846, by E. A. Mitchell, who
was then the postmaster there. In
response to many complaints of incon-
venience in paying postage at the

| delivery windows, as the office was

sometimes closed, and it took time at
best, Mr. Mitchell finally got a stamp
engraved and printed. These stamps
were sold at postage rates, and proved
very convenient. An engraver of
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In mob-cap and apron as white as the snow, |

What are they doing! Heigho! heigho!

Wreathing a pillar with garland of posies

Of green leaves and jasmine, and red and white roses,
They are dressing the church for the thanksgiving-day ;
The old village church is not often so gay.

So that’s what the children are doing, heigho! .
In apron and mob-cap as white as the snow.

Soon will the church bells go pealing ‘and ringing,

Soon will the Charity Children go singing

Into the church where the wreaths are all twining,

Where lilies and roses are blooming and shining;

Where the rich autumn light through the windows is
streaming, _

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In apronand mob-cap.as white as the snow,

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LEARNING TO WRITE.

ILLUSTRATION BY MISS DICKENS.
Our Mabel has her lessons to learn | Her sister’s her teacher, who fondly
and to write, guides her hand
Though the wind’s in the west, and | And makes her the very best writer
the sun’s shining bright in the land.


THE FOX AND DUCKS.

Ox, you sly and cunning fellow,

For mischief always mellow ;

Don’t you wish now, the ducks were near,
Swimming in the water clear?

Then you would the branches drop,

And upon them you would flop ;

Then such a scrimmage there would be,

Which the ducks don’t wish to see.



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Afar on the hill, at their own sweet will,
The grass they were greedily cropping.

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The noise of the sheep in the meadow ;

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SIGHT most strange and wonderful
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THE FIRST VALENTINE.

RexHAT-TAT at the door! Rat-tat at the door!
B44 Here are valentines one, two, three ;
There is one for Harry and one for Will,

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Sue the rabbits both young and old,

A merry family I’ve been told,
Frolicking o’er the grass so green,

The happiest family ever was seen.
Something has just alarmed them here,
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And go out with Alfy to play.” - | Isaw you at play with a toy.”
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