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WILBER AND THE COW.
CROSSING THE BROOK.
AND OTHER STORIES.
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Are you ever still, If only I knew,
You swift little rill I 'd come and play too,
Don't you sometimes stay I don't think you'd mind,
In cool nooks to play, Your voice sounds so kind.
For days or for hours, Who taught you to sing,
"With bees, birds, and flowers ? You dear little thing ?
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Thanks, kind little rill! Dear rill, to the sea, -
Though you can't keep still, The great sea so wide,
You did n't get cross. With ships on its tide !
MRs. Al. J. TAYLOR.
WILBER AND THE COW.
ONE day little Wilber Kern came in from play very pale.
This was not often the case. Almost always he would come
in very red and warm. His dear mother at once saw that
he had done something which troubled him. He always
came and told her if he did anything that he thought was
wrong. So she waited and said nothing.
There Wilber sat on a stool close by his mother. She
knit away, and Wilber was still very pale and silent. After
a while he could not keep the secret to himself any longer.
His mother knew all the time that he could not.
Mother," said he, some other boys and I drove a cow
into the river; will she get drowned The secret was out.
When he learned that he had really done no harm, he was
again happy. His mother was glad that he never did any-
thing without coming to tell her. Boys and girls should all
make a friend of their mother.
R. W. LOWRIE.
BABES IN THE WOODS.
"Let's go and play Babes in the Woods," said Minnie to her twin
"There isn't any woods," said Mamie.
BABES IN THE WOODS.
"The rye will do-we're so little. Dear me, where's my hat ? No
matter, this bonnet '11 do. Now we'll play our wicked uncle has
sent us off."
But Uncle John is good, and may be Aunt Grace don't want us
to go off alone."
"Mamie, ain't I the eldest ? And don't I know? It does little
chillens good to run about in the fields, and 'cause our dear mamma
and papa is dead ain't any reason we shouldn't run about."
Mamie never did know just what to say, though she thought Min-
nie might be mistaken, so she trudged along through the tall rye. It
was over their heads and they found it hard work to walk through
it, but the pretty red poppies and blue flowers made them forget
how tired they were. At last they came out to a little clear space,
and sat down to rest.
"I'll lie down, just a minute," said Mamie.
"That's all right, and if you go 'sleep I'll be a robin and cover
you with leaves."
Sure enough, Mamie fell fast asleep, but Minnie could not find many
leaves, so laying her sister's hat over her she sat down to rest.
She saw then how much of the rye she had trampled down, and
began to think that may-be she had not been as good as she ought.
How often mamma had said: "Think first, Minnie, not after you
have done the thing."
"Oh, I wish mamma was here," she thought. "I haven't got
any body, and Mamie won't be good if she has only a naughty big
How still and quiet it was The little girl began to feel more
and more lonesome, and tears were just coming when a bird began
to sing. Then Minnie remembered that God loved and cared for
her-that mamma had told her he would help her. And then
there was Uncle John and dear Aunt Grace! They had no little
children, and were so glad to have the little girls live with them!
"I'm just a silly little girl, when I've got so many good friends,"
thought wise little Minnie, "and if I've been naughty the best way
is to go back and tell Aunt Grace." So she waked Mamie and back
the two trudged, trying their best to do no more mischief to the
rye, and Aunt Grace was very kind and only told Minnie to ask her
before she started out again to play Babes in the Woods.
ROBBY'S FUR BABY.
AN old elm-tree grew near the house where Robert Winn lived.
It was a very tall tree; its branches touched the highest windows,
and swayed against the chimneys. A pair of brown squirrels had
found, among these branches, a corner suited to their minds. As
squirrels never get tired of leaping and jumping, they made their
funny little nest among the topmost boughs.
Mamma Squirrel had gathered leaves and moss and small sticks,
and they were so nicely put together that not a drop of rain could
ever get in. It was a lovely egg-shaped cradle. This cunning
little hammock was so gently rocked by the winds that very sweet
sleep came to the small fur babies. There were four of them.
One bright, sunny day one of these brisk little fellows thought
BOBBY'S FUR BABY.
he would take a look at the great world outside. He ran away
without leave. Up one branch he went, and down another, hiding
in a leafy pathway if he thought any of the others were near. He
meant to have his own way.
Presently he came to an open window, and in he ran; he bobbed
his funny bit of a head all about, then crept along and jumped into
a bureau-drawer. Robert's
mother had left it open to
put away some laces and ..
ribbons. When she came
"back she did not see the
small stranger; he had hid- i
den away under a pile of
soft linen, and was sound
Robert's mamma put in "
her laces, locked the drawer,
and went down stairs.
Late in the afternoon
there was great hunting up
and down and all about for
"the new collar Robert was
to wear on his journey to
the city; in half an hour
the house would be shut,
and every one living there
then away for the winter. i.-+
"In the blue chamber,
upper bureau-drawer, look there, Betty," said Mamma Winn; "I
may have left it with mine."
How Betty jumped and Robby screamed when the drawer was
opened! The little fur prisoner leaped out and ran over Robby's
shoulder, and then perched upon his curly head. He did not like to
be shut up.
My own, my own, my very own!" cried Master Robby with
great delight. And you shall have my dead bird's golden cage,"
he added, and lots of nuts and nice things."
DAISY, THE PET LAMB.
And a little bed," said kind Betty.
"Are you glad, Mr. Fur Baby ? asked Robby.
The small pet looked into Robby's blue eyes. Perhaps he was
thinking of Mamma Squirrel and his pretty cradle-home. Then he
nestled up a little closer, and that afternoon rode to the city in his
golden cage, opening his eyes in great wonder at the outside world.
S. A. N.
DAISY, THE PET LAMB.
ONE day a cross man drove up to the fence and threw
something over into the yard. It was a poor lamb, with its
two fore feet and its two hind feet tied together. All its
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wool had been sheared off. The lamb lay on the ground
bleating sadly until papa came home.
When he came, Charlie and Minnie led him to the place
where the lamb lay. He cut the cruel ropes and then the
CAN OUR LITTLE ONES TELL?
children fed it. Papa had bought the lamb for his little ones,
but he did not think the man would treat it so badly.
In a few weeks the lamb had become so gentle that he ran
after the children. They called him Daisy. He would butt
at them for fun until they gave him something to eat. One
day he saw Charlie coming with a tin pail. He ran after the
boy until they came to the woodpile. The lamb butted at
Charlie until he fell over on the wood. Then he could get
what was in the tin pail. The lamb was omly in fun, but
papa thought it was rather rough sport. As Daisy grew
rougher and rougher every day, he had to be sold.
The children were sorry; but papa soon got them a gentle
lamb that did not butt, so they were not long without a pet.
It is far better to be gentle than it is to be rough.
CAN OUR LITTLE ONES TELL?
O, THE moon, like a silver boat,
On the blue of the sky is afloat,
'Mong the beautiful cloud islands going,
0, but who, with the unseen oar,
Guides her safely from shore to shore?
Can Our Little Ones tell who is rowing?
M. J. T.
THE DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE.
Katy Thomas had wished and wished for a sister. Aunt Agnes,
who lived with them, was almost as good as a big sister, for she was
only eight years older than Katy. But the little girl wanted a real
sister. "Boys are good enough," she used to say, "and my two boys
are just splendid-the best brothers a girl ever had, but I do wish I
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THE DELIGHTFUL SURRIE
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THE DELIGHTFUL 8 SURPRISE
had a sister. I think I'd like a little sister best-one I could bring
up just to suit me."
One day Katy and Walter and Ned were invited to spend a whole
month at Grandmamma's. They had never staid there for more than
a few days at a time, and then never the whole three at once; so,
though they felt sorry to leave mamma and papa and dear Aunt
Agnes, they went off in good spirits, sure that they would enjoy
themselves "every minute of the time."
"I mean to ask Grandma to let me fix up her big wardrobe the
first rainy day," said Katy.
"I mean to read all those old fairy stories that Grandpa has in his
bookcase," said Ned; while Walter counted most on riding Grand.
pa's horse and perhaps being allowed to go for a day's shooting with
They all had as good times as they hoped, but each one confessed,
as the month went on, that "after all" home was the best place, and
though dear Grandma told wonderful stories, mamma "beat every-
body," as Ned expressed it. So, when Aunt Agnes came to take
them home a few days before the month was out, no one complained
but grandpa and grandma. They said the house would be terribly
dull and to be sure to tell Kate (that was mamma) that they had
been as good as children could be. They deserve the delightful sur-
prise in store for them," said Grandma.
That set them wondering and guessing and asking Aunt Agnes
questic-o. \Vas it a pony ? Was it a new book? Was it new fur-
niture for their play-room? Oh-it was a big dog! No ? Well,
a-- but they couldn't guess, Aunt Agnes was sure of that, and she
would not tell.
But you know by the picture, don't you ? Yes, it was a dear little
sister! Just what Katy wanted, and the boys found she was just
what they wanted, too. The only thing is they mustn't spoil her
and must set her a very good example.
I I I I
i IT M I LI LA.
UNCLE THOMAS AND LILLA.
Miss Lilla used to go to some exhibition of pictures almost every
day. She thought there was no greater pleasure than looking at
pictures, and when her uncle Thomas came from the country to make
Lilla and her mother a visit, Lilla offered to take him to see some
"I like to go where the child goes, Sarah," said Uncle Thomas.
" She's a picture herself, with her loving looks at the paintings." So
morning after morning Uncle Thomas and Lilla went to the Acad-
emy, where some beautiful pictures were on exhibition.
"Does that lame boy always sit there on the steps ?" asked Uncle
Thomas the third morning, pointing to a lame boy who sat at the foot
of the wide stone steps.
I'm ashamed to say I never noticed him before I saw you give
him something yesterday," said Lilla.
"Suppose we ask him in; he might like a look at the pictures,"
said Uncle Thomas.
Lilla thought the lame boy a very queer looking companion, but
she was ashamed to say so, and in five minutes the boy was hobbling
along, looking now at the pictures and again at Lilla and her uncle.
Uncle Thomas did not seem to notice the boy till they had been
there almost an hour; then he took a seat and called the boy to him.
He asked him kindly about himself, and Lilla found out it was not
Pedro's fault that he was dirty and shabby. He was an orphan and
had no one to help him. But he found a good friend in Uncle
Thomas. The good old gentleman took Pedro to a doctor, who
examined the boy very carefully and said there was good hope of his
being cured if he were treated properly, but he must have nourishing
food and proper treatment. Then Lilla offered to help. She went
among her friends and soon had enough to pay for Pedro's board in
an excellent hospital. And while Pedro sat hour after hour in the
hospital what do you think he did ? Why, he drew pictures, and he
drew so well that he was taught to paint, and the first picture he
painted was a picture of Uncle Thomas and Lilla.
PUSSIE AND SANCHO.
PUSSIE and Sancho are great friends. They are
the same age, and have been together nearly all
their lives. Pussie is a dear little girl. Her name
is not Pussie at all, but Brother Jack calls her that
because she is so little, he says. Sancho is a big
setter. He seems to think there is no one like
Pussie. They play together all day long. At
night he sleeps at the foot of her crib. He often
PUSSY AND SANCHO.
wakes her in the morning by jumping up to lick her
face. Pussie calls it Sancho's morning kiss.
They were playing in the garden one day, when
Pussie climbed up some steps and fell off. She
hurt herself badly and was stunned. Sancho ran
into the house, and caught hold of mamma's dress,
and ran to the door and barked. Then he came
back and took her dress in his mouth, and tried to
pull her to the door.
He acted so queer that mamma followed him.
She found Pussie lying white and still at the foot
of the steps; she had cut her head badly. The
doctor was sent for, and he said Pussie must be
kept very quiet for some time. Sancho would not
go out to play with the other children, but stayed by
Pussie all the time. When she cried with the pain,
he whined pitifully; but when she was able to go
out again, he was almost crazy with joy. He
brought her lines and whip, and laid them at her
feet, as if to say, Come, let's play horse."
THREE LITTLE SAILORS.
You have heard of the three wise Gotham men
Who went to sea in a bowl? But then
Nobody knows where they found a port,
For the bowl was weak and the story short.
But one little chick, and two little chicks,
Soft and yellow, and plump as ticks,
Sailed away, one April day,
On the funniest boat that was ever afloat
Upon any sea or bay.
It was off in a land of wooden shoes,
On a river's bank; and the water rose
From the melting snows
Till it reached their house and wet their toes;
It was late to choose
What ship to take, you may well suppose!
Close by the door was a wooden shoe,
And they hopped on that, the one, and the two;
For nobody knew what else to do-
Not even the bragging Coo-ca-doo,"
"Who sprang to the roof and seemed to say,
In his pompous way, -
"You silly birds, see! as I do, do you!"
Some old folks think that their babies may.
Adrift, adrift, now slow, now swift,
The little scared sailors go,
Ever and ever down the river
Along the overflow,
Till by and by they are high and dry
In a garden far below!
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GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.
A PLEASANT AFTERNOON.
-- --" "Mamma, it's such a lovely
day, can Florrie and I take
a walk ?"
"Isn't it pretty warm,
little daughter ?"
-S "Oh, if we could take
S'your Japanese parasol we
_' ,t\ wouldn't mind the sun.
I'd be very careful of it,
I "How would my little
girls like to have a parasol
SP of their own "
"" "Oh, ohohoh !" said both
SLottie and Florrie, jumping
for joy as mamma gave
tthem a bright Japanese par-
"Can I take Sophy ?
"asked Florrie. "She has
Shad the scarlet measles, and
the doctor says she needs
"A PLEASANT AFTERNOON. 'fesh air.'
"To be sure you can," said kind sister Lottie, and I'll lend you
my Minnie's white dress-it is all clean, and it just fits your Sophy."
So the two little girls started off. Lottie wanted to go through
the woods, but Florrie liked the bright sunny field the best. We'll
go in the field first," said Lottie, pleasantly, and when you are warm
I guess you'll be glad to go in the woods."
"Oh, see the lilies," said Florrie. "I wonder how these lilies of
the valley came to grow in the field."
"I know. This field had a house in it-way over there," said
Lottie, pointing to where Florrie could see some bricks lying about.
"A lady and gentleman lived in the house, and the lady planted a
great many flowers all about. But mamma says the lady grew sick
and so they left the pretty house. That was when I was a baby,
A PLEASANT AFTERNO ON.
before you were here at all. Papa thought he would buy the house
for mamma and all of us to live in."
"Not me, for I wasn't there," put in Florrie.
No, not you, dear, but the rest of us. But one night he saw flames
bursting out of the empty house, and before the neighbors could stop
the fire the house was quite burned up. Then by and by papa
bought the field, and he lets the lilies and roses and all the flowers
grow wild, for he says this is our summer play-room."
It's a very nice play-room, and oh, Lottie, couldn't we build a
house out of the bricks ? "
That was an idea. Somehow, though Florrie was the youngest,
she always had the bright ideas! So the children scampered over
to the pile of bricks and were soon hard at work building a house.
They did not find it very easy, and certainly it was very dirty work;
but mamma did not mind any "clean dirt," as she called dust or
"Only be kind to one another and try to please God, and mamma
will not scold you if you get dirty," she often said. And they were
very kind and good. Lottie gave up to Florrie and Florrie to
Lottie; that is why they were so happy. By and by Florrie grew
tired, and then they went to the woods and the little one asked
Lottie to tell her a story.
I'll tell you what mamma told me about the lilies. She said the
lilies say they were once proud and haughty, and held their heads
high above all the flowers. But one day the Saviour passed by, and
plucking a proud, beautiful lily, He told His disciples to think
how it is that the lilies grow. 'They toil not, neither do they
spin,' He said, 'and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in
all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.' When the lilies
heard that gentle voice speak of them they bowed their heads, and
ever since the thought of His words has kept them humble."
That's a real nice story," said Florrie, "and now we'd best get
back to the house, for I want my bread and milk."
"And so do I," said Lottie. So, opening the bright parasol, back
they went, as happy as possible.
NEP AND THE BABY.
NEPTUNE lives next door to our house. I mean Nep,
Doctor Lane's dog. He is half Saint Bernard, and is eight
years old. Some one gave him to the doctor a few months
ago, and he soon made himself at home. The butcher comes
three times a week with meat, and Nep found out about this
in a very few days. When meat-day comes he trots down
to the corner of the road and waits for the butcher. Other
days he stays at home.
He is very fond of the doctor's baby, who is two years old.
He takes care of him almost as well as a nurse. One day
Mrs. Lane was roasting oysters in the kitchen. The baby was
NEP AND THE BABY.
playing about the floor, and Nep was looking on. Just for
sport, Mrs. Lane snapped the tongs at the baby. Nep
sprang up at once, with a deep growl, and showed all his
teeth to Mrs. Lane. He seemed to say, "You shall not
harm this baby, if he is yours." The baby's mamma feels
sure now that her pet is safe when he is in Nep's care.
But the strangest thing is that Nep is fond of picture-
books. He will stand up, with his fore feet upon the table,
and paw open the leaves of Mother Goose, or some other
little book. When he finds the picture of a dog, he will wag
his tail and say, "Bow-wow!" Sometimes he pulls the
book upon the floor. Then he lies down, and turns over the
leaves, and he and the baby look at the pictures together. It
would make you laugh to see them.
THE PEARL SHELL.
ONCE upon a time there was a little pearl
shell that some mermaids found between two
rocks in the deep
part of the ocean.
One day a mermaid
went up to the sur-
face of the ocean
to sail the shell as
a little boat, when
made the sea very
rough. The wind
blew so hard that the shell was upset, and washed
away from the little mermaid.
THE PEARL SHELL.
The mermaid saved herself by clinging to a
long piece of floating seaweed fastened to a rock.
The shell was driven way up on the beach.
The storm ceased, and the sun shone very
bright. Some little poor children were playing
on the beach. They picked up the shell, and
carried it to a large hotel, where they sold it to
a young lady.
This young lady painted beautiful fishes and
THE PEARL SHELL.
mermaids on it. When the mermaids heard from
a messenger sea-bird that she had painted their
owln pictulre.s on it,
tCristms p nt to h o did mot h 1id
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Christmas present to her poor sick mother.
The mother enjoyed it very much, because it
made her think of the sunny beach.
ETHEL I. BROWN.
8 years old.
LITTLE GRAY MOUSE.
PRETTY little gray mouse, Creeping neathh the wire door,
Hiding in the wall, Wonder what he sees?
In his attic play-house Is it what he looks for ?
Hardly sleeps at all. Has he found some cheese?
Running down the rafter, Something white is there, sure.
Many things he sees; Mousie nibbles, -" Snap !"
Now he 's hunting after Quickly shuts the wire door,-
Just a bit of cheese! Mousie's in a trap!
Pretty little gray mouse, When the sun has risen,
Seeking his desire, Shining through the house,
Finds a very queer house In a little prison
Made of wood and wire. Willie finds a mouse.
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A NARROW ESCAPE.
George and Fred were cousins. George lived by the sea, and Fred
visited him every summer. They were both fond of the sea, and
they would stroll along the beach for hours together, picking up
curious shells and pebbles, and watching the great ships as they went
They were also very fond of their books, and they particularly
liked stories of the sea. When they got a new book that con-
tained such stories, they would seat themselves in the shade of one
of the high cliffs that lined the sea-shore, and there they would take
turns in reading aloud.
A NARROW W ESCAPE.
Their favorite spot was a place where the high rocks had been
washed away by the waves, and which could only be reached by
walking around the cliffs when the tide was out. When the tide
came in the waves dashed against the rocks with great fury and
cast their spray high in the air. Then the boys would sit on the top
of the cliff and listen to their roar and admire the spray as it glistened
in the sun.
There were many such places along the coast, and George's father
often reminded the boys of the danger of staying in them too long
when the tide was coming in. One day they took a new book of sea
stories, and went to their favorite nook under the cliff. The gentle
breeze that came in from the sea was fresh and cool. The ships, with
their big, white sails, went lazily by, and the waves lapped the shore
with a soft murmur that was pleasant to hear.
The boys became so absorbed in their story that they did not
observe that the tide had turned. The waves grew larger and larger,
and came closer and closer, but still the boys read on and on, Fred
reading aloud while George looked over his shoulder.
At last a great wave came rolling close to their feet, and aroused
the boys to a sense of their danger. They sprang up at once and
started to make their way back around the cliff. But they were too
late. The angry waves were there before them, dashing against the
rocks and tossing their foaming spray high in the air. The boys were
no cowards, but their faces grew white with fear.
"What shall we do?" said George. "If we attempt to made
around the cliff the waves will dash us to pieces against the rocks,
and if we stay here till the tide comes in we shall surely be drowned."
Look! said Fred, "Is not that a fisherman's boat yonder ? Let
us shout together as loud as we can. If he hears us he can bring his
boat near enough to take us off before the tide gets in."
They shouted with all their might: "Hello Hello The fisher-
man heard them and turned his boat toward the shore. The rising
waves came nearer and nearer, till they washed over their feet'
but the boat soon touched the sand and the boys clambered into it
and were taken safely home.
It was very lucky for them that the fisherman was sailing past just
at that time, for in an hour they would both have been drowned.
They still love their books, but they do not become so absorbed with
them as to forget their other duties.
MRS. DAISY AND DR. DON.
DON and Daisy Dingle were playing with dolls
one cloudy morning. Daisy was mamma and Don
was the doctor.
Two of Daisy's dolls wore long nightdresses;
one lay in the cradle, Daisy held one in her lap.
Little mamma looked very anxious, while Dr. Don
felt of the doll's pulse, holding a tiny watch in one
0 Doctor," said Daisy, "are my babies very
ill ? "
"Very," replied Dr. Don; I shall have to give
them pills every hour."
O, my poor babies! Is it fever, Doctor ? asked
Daisy. Dr. Don looked very wise; then, shaking
his head slowly, he said, "Both your babies, Mrs.
Daisy, have the red fever bad. I will bring you
some pills." Bowing very gravely, Dr. Don went
off for the pills.
Betty, the cook, was very kind to the children,
and she gave Don some bread and helped him
roll some pills. Don declared they must be
MRS. DAISY AND DR. DON.
rolled in sugar, or the sick babies could not take
Betty then gave him some cookies, which the
little doctor rolled up carefully in a napkin. The
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pills he put in a box. Then he knocked on
the nursery door. Mrs. Daisy opened it very
quietly. Dr. Don asked, "Are the sick babies
asleep?" Mrs. Daisy nodded her head.
MRS. DAISY AND DOC OR DON.
Dr. Don then opened the napkin and gave Daisy
a cooky, saying very gravely, "I fear you will
take the fever, Mrs. Daisy, if you don't eat this
medicine. I may take the fever; so we will both
Then the children ate up the cookies very
quickly, as if the medicine was good.
"O," says Mrs. Daisy, my babies are awake."
Dr. Don at once opened his pill-box, and gave
Mrs. Daisy a pill for each. The babies seemed to
take them, but I think Mrs. Daisy swallowed them.
Dr. Don said, They must take a drive at once."
Mrs. Daisy quickly dressed both babies in long
dresses, cloaks, and hoods. Dr. Don got the doll-
carriage, and helped place the babies in it. Then
the children took a walk to see Grandpa Dingle.
Daisy told Grandpa that Don was a very good
doctor, and his pills had cured her babies of red
fever." Grandpa said next time he was ill he
should send for Dr. Don, and Mrs. Daisy must be
HOW MISCHIEF TOOK THE ROSEBUD.
ONE little rose had Mamma Fay,
Deep in the window growing,
And on its slender, drooping stem
A pink-white bud was showing.
Now little, darling Mischief Fay,
The pink-white bud espying,
Crept softly to the window-seat,
And quick on tiptoe standing,
BOSE AND SAM.
Nipped off the bud, then ran away,
And when his mamma, crying,
"0 naughty, naughty Mischief Fay!
So bad, so disobeying!"
He only laughed, and lisping said,
Careless of what he'd done,
"Why, mamma, here 'th the little bud,
Take it, and thew it on."
ELIZABETH A. DAVIS.
BOSE AND SAM.
You knew Bose, who lived at Squire Horton's
on the hill? He was a large, gray, shaggy dog.
Sam was a small yellow terrier, and his home was
in the village.
BOSE AND SAM.
One day Bose was near Sam's house, when he
all at once grew sick. He lay down and cried,
and the big tears ran down his cheeks.
Little Sam came up, and I think he asked Bose
how he felt, for soon Bose rose up and tried to
walk home. Sam ran by his side, and now and
then jumped and barked as if to help poor Bose to
bear his pain. Bose lay down to rest two or three
times, and Sam lay down with him.
At last they reached Squire Horton's, and Sam
barked till Jane came to the door and took care of
Bose. Then Sam ran home.
The day after he came to see Bose and cheer
him up. Then he came again the next day, and
ran about the house and the barn, but could not
find his friend.
Poor Bose was dead. After a time Sam found
his grave, and there he lay down and howled.
But soon he went back to his home, and he did
not go to Squire Horton's any more. KHAM.
SAILOR PETER AND THE CHILDREN.
"A whole month at the sea-shore "
And mother's gone over to New York to buy our bathing dresses "
"And she says we can play in the sand all we like !"
"If," said Mamie, we don't learn any naughty ways."
Oh, to be sure," said Jack, a little impatiently. You're so precise."
"I'm going to make wells and fortresses, just as we did at Man-
hattan Beach," said Mamie.
"All I care f6r is a boat," said Jack, "but mother says I must
make my own boats, and I can't make a real beauty."
"I'll hem the sails," said Katie, with a little sigh, for she was not
very fond of hemming.
You're a good little thing, and I'll teach you to swim."
Oh, Jack, I don't want to go in over my knees-I'd be afraid."
And so the children chattered, day after day, till at last they really
started for the wonderful sea-shore, and the long days on the sand
began. They burned their hands and faces terribly at first, for the
sun burns like fire on the sea-shore, but after a time they turned
a beautiful brown and were done," as Jack said, for the summer.
SAIL OR PETER AND THE CHILDREN.
Mamie learned to swim before Jack had succeeded in making a really
good boat, but after they had played on the beach for nearly two
weeks they met an old sailor who took a great fancy to them both.
"So you don't make a boat to suit ye, eh ? he said. "Well, I've
got a little beauty at home, and because you're such good children, not
quarreling together, but each pleasing the other, I'll bring it here
to-morrow for you to sail."
"But we do quarrel-sometimes," said Mamie, anxiously.
All the better that you haven't this fortnight. I've been watching
ye, and any one will tell you if Sailor Peter likes a boy or lass, so
much the better for the young one."
It's a good thing we haven't quarreled," said Jack, as they went
home to dinner, "but I'll own up, it's you that keeps from it."
Oh, it takes two to quarrel, mother says, so I guess it takes two
to keep the peace," said Mamie, lovingly, "and I guess we'll both try
harder when we see the pretty boat."
Sailor Peter brought the boat early the next day, and what a little
beauty it was ? Jack wanted it all himself, but he remembered in
time and gave Mamie her turn holding the string. Sailor Peter
watched the children sharply, and when they came to give the boat
back at sundown, he said: "I made that boat for the first youngsters
that could play with it without a quarrel, and you've earned it, sure!
I've brought it down many and many a time, but there's always been
a quarrel over it before sundown."
The children stood before the old sailor, a little shy, but very, very
We do quarrel-sometimes," repeated Mamie, anxiously.
"Well, it's 'most always me, and I'll try harder than ever," said Jack.
"Take it, take it," said Sailor Peter. "There's no prettier sight to
my eyes than a brother and sister playing together loving and kind.
God gave you to each other, and each one try to make the other
happy, as ye've done to-day, and ye'll have His blessing-which is
better than the best present any man can give ye."
Isn't it lovely, mamma?" said the children, as they showed the
boat to their mother, and told her how they had earned it.
Yes, but the best part of it is that you are learning to be loving
and kind, and the pretty boat will remind you of your lesson."
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Wake up! wake up Old Santy has come
With oceans of goodies and toys!
Wake up! wake up! the chiming bells
Proclaim our festive joys."
From cellar to attic the riot begins;
Up and down, up and down, their voices ring,
Their bright eyes glance, their sweet lips meet,
And over and over the song they sing:
"Ah! jolly Old Santy, you've come once again
With gifts for your girls and your boys!
We greet you, we love you, we speed you away,
For millions are waiting your joys! "
Shout on, happy hearts, hearts pure as the snow;
Shout on, for the years their measures will bring, -
For the bright eyes tears, for the sweet lips sighs, -
But now, 0, merrily, joyfully sing:
Santy has come again, Santy has come,
The silvery bells are ringing;
We '11 crown him with holly and mistletoe,
And give him a joyous greeting! "
ELIZABETH A. DAVIS.
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"Tell me a story about a little boy that had a pony," Jack was
sure to say, as soon as he was cuddled down in bed and papa and
mamma asked what he would like to hear. One night, after mamma
had told Jack the story and the little boy had gone fast asleep, she
siad to papa: John, I do wish we could give Jack a pony this sum-
mer-it would make him so happy."
I saw a little donkey; how would that do ?"
"Are you sure he is gentle ?"
"The man says he is."
So, three or four weeks after, a cunning little donkey was brought
to the door, and when Jack was told it was for him, you know just
how he felt, don't you ? He was put on the donkey's back and papa
walked by his side as he rode up and down, waving his hand to
mamma and looking very proud and happy.
Jack called his donkey Race, though he was really a rather slow
little beast. He was very gentle, and would come to the dining-room
window every morning and stick his nose in for lumps of sugar. One
day Jack slept late and no one noticed Race when he came to the
window, so just as grandpapa began to read the Bible aloud, Race
gave a loud bray! Did you ever hear a donkey bray? It is a
dreadful noise, and almost frightened Jack's mamma, though they
laughed at the funny call for sugar.
After a month or two Jack and Race knew each other so well that
they went off on quite long journeys. They would go two or three
miles off to Aunt Susy's, where Jack had two dear little cousins,
Susy and Lily. Race would let the two little girls pat him, and if
one of them was put on his back he would walk just as if he had a
basket of eggs to carry.
But there was one thing Race would not allow, and that was for
any boy to use a whip to him. "I am a good little donkey and do
not need to be whipped," he seemed to think, and if a boy whips me
I'll kik! The man who sold Race to Jack's papa had told them
how Race felt, and Jack had never carried a whip. But one day two
or three boys began to tease Jack about his nice little donkey. They
were naughty boys, and because they had no donkey they wanted to
make Jack think Race was not a good, nice little fellow.
Why don't you make him gallop ?" they said. He's as slow as
a snail. Race, indeed! That's no name for him unless you make
"He goes fast enough for me," said Jack.
"What he needs is a good whip."
"He won't stand a whip," said Jack.
"Won't, indeed That means you're afraid. Why, no good rider
is without a whip. You need a whip, just for looks. I dare you to
hold this whip."
And Jack, foolish little fellow, instead of saying bravely: "No, I
don't dare, for father has told me not to," took the whip to show that
he wasn't afraid! That just showed he was afraid of the naughty
boys, didn't it?
Well, Race might have let his little master hold the whip, but
Tom Hardy stepped back and struck the little donkey a sharp cut
with another whip. Oh, how angry Race was He just ran a little
ways and then kicked up his heels, as you see in the picture, and sent
Jack over his head But he chose a nice soft spot to do it in, and
then he stood still, as if to see if his naughty little master was hurt
Jack landed on the soft grass, and though he was pretty badly
bruised he did not cry. The naughty boys had run off, and Jack
petted Race and asked him to forgive him. I'll never carry a whip
again, my dear little donkey," said Jack, "no matter what the boys
say; but I didn't whip you-I wish you knew that."
And we have big trees, and lots and lots of room-not a little
yard like yours."
"Ours is a big yard," said Harry, who was very proud of their
corner lot with its nice, big grass plat.
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"And e hve bg teesandlot andlot of oom-nota lttl
GRANDPA AND SHALL BE.
"Oh, I s'pose it is for a city; but you just wait till you see our
big play place and then there's grandpa "
Is he my grandpa ?" asked Harry, who was cousin to Johnny,
and so hoped they might have a grandpa between them.
"Oh, he's grandpa to all of us. He's just the best old man He's
awful old-'most as old as that Bible man-Me-Me-"
"Methuselah," said Harry, a little rejoiced to find he knew some-
thing his cousin Paul had forgotten. "He must be old if that's so."
Grandpa's over a hundred, I guess," said Paul. He sleeps in his
chair out in the sun, just like the baby sleeps in her carriage. Mother
says very old folks and very little folks both need lots of sleep."
Oh, dear, I wish we were going to-day," said Harry.
"Time enough to-morrow," said Paul, who liked to visit in the big
city pretty well, though "for a steady thing," like any other boy,
he preferred the country.
And in a day or two Harry saw the big trees, and played and
shouted with the other children under their shade, and in the after-
noon he saw "grandpa." The dear old man walked very slowly to
his big chair under the biggest tree, and the children played softly
while he had a pleasant nap; but then he woke, and shaking his
stick as a call for his little friends, he gathered them all about him.
"So this is Paul Mabie," said the old man, taking Paul's hand.
"My boy, I knew your father when he was a boy like you-a fine
boy, and I trust a fine man."
"Father's a good man, sir," said Paul. "Mother says he's the
best man ever lived."
Grandpa smiled and said that was good news. "Your name
makes me feel like preaching a little sermon to-day, instead of telling
a story. Children, you are all May-bes. You each one may be a
good, upright man or woman, a blessing to all about you, or you
may be a mean, hard, bad man or woman, a shame to your friends.
Start the right way, and say: It isn't may be with me, but, by God's
help I shall be a blessing to my friends and neighbors.' "
"He doesn't often talk quite so solemn," said Harry, a little afraid
that Paul would be disappointed. But Paul said: I like that kind
of talk, and I mean to remember it. I guess grandpa said 'shall be'
about himself when he was a boy."
"I guess he did," said Harry.
LOVE YOUR ENEMIES.
I WAS watching Willie and Grouse at play on the lawn
a few days since. I saw in the poor dumb brute a spirit
that is too seldom found in man.
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Grouse is an old bird-dog, -a setter. He was bought
before Willie came to be his little master. He has soft,
brown hair, and is a very clever, good-natured dog. Willie
can do anything with him, and he never gets angry; but
when Willie hurts him he only looks up and pleads with his
large. misty eyes.
Tnev naa oeen playing a long while. Grouse got tired and
lay down on the grass. Pretty soon I saw Willie get some
water in a basin. i wondered what he was going to do with
THE MERCIFUL PRINCE.
it. Then he walked close up to. Grouse, who lay on the
lawn, and threw the water all over him.
It was very unkind for Willie to do so, don't you think
it was ? I called Willie to me, and told him it was too bad
for him to plague such a good old dog. I told him he was
a very naughty boy to do so.
Willie said he supposed it was wrong to plague Grouse,
but he did n't mean to hurt him much.
So Willie went back to where Grouse lay in the sun dry-
ing himself. He patted the poor dog on the head, and asked
him if he would forgive him for his unkindness.
Then Grouse, as if he knew what was said, licked Willie's
hand. He looked up forgivingly into his face with his dewy
eyes, as much as to say, "I am one who can love his
enemies. FRANK H. SELDEN.
THE MERCIFUL PRINCE.
MORE than two thousand years ago, in a far-off country, a prince
was born. While he was yet a child every care was taken that he
should be made happy, and sights of sorrow were carefully kept
from him. He was of a very kind, loving, and tender disposition.
But the care even of a king for a prince could not keep away
all sorrowful sights. His watchful eyes sometimes saw suffering
that filled his heart with pity.
As he was playing with his cousin in the palace ground, a flock
of wild swans flew over their heads. His cousin drew his bow and
wounded one. It fell at his feet. The prince with pity drew the
arrow from the wounded bird, nursed it, and saved its life.
While his child life was one of tenderness and mercy, the years
passed by and he became a man. His heart was still filled with pity
for every suffering creature. He went from the palace, from home
and dear friends, to become poor and a wanderer, that he might
help the suffering. It is beautifully told that in his wanderings
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he came upon a flock of sheep driven along the dusty highway
There was one poor wounded, bleeding lamb, which he took ten-
derly in his arms and carried. And so through life his pity and his
help were given to the weak, whether men or beasts. From his
tender and beautiful life, men came to worship him after his death.
The prince was Prince Gautama, of India, who is worshipped as
Buddha. Is not his loving and merciful life, from a little child to
an old man, a beautiful example to us I
CHARLES T. JEROME
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