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Group Title: Firelight series
Title: Happy family
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Title: Happy family illustrated stories and poems for little people
Series Title: Firelight series
Physical Description: 97 p. : ill. ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: W. L. S ( Illustrator )
Harper ( Illustrator )
Foster, E. F ( Illustrator )
Hayden, Parker ( Illustrator )
Tucker, E. S ( Illustrator )
Hirschberg, Alice ( Illustrator )
Barnes, C ( Illustrator )
Reid, J. B ( Illustrator )
Shelton, William Henry, 1840-1932 ( Illustrator )
Cox, A. S ( Illustrator )
Taylor, William Ladd, 1854-1926 ( Illustrator )
C. F. S ( Illustrator )
C. A. N ( Illustrator )
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848
Humphrey, Maude, 1868-1940 ( Illustrator )
H.M. Caldwell Co ( Publisher )
Russell Publishing Company ( Copyright holder )
Publisher: H.M. Caldwell Co.,
H.M. Caldwell Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1888
Copyright Date: 1888
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1888
Bldn -- 1888
Genre: Children's poetry
fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Copyright by Russell Publishing Company.
General Note: Illustrations signed by W.L.S., Harper, E.F. Foster, Parker Hayden, E.S. Tucker, Alice Hirschberg, C. Barnes, J.B. Reid, W.H. Shelton, A.S. Cox, W.L. Taylor, C.F.S., C.A.N., F.T. Merrill, M. Humphrey, and others.
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DID you ever see a chinquapin necklace? George and his
sister Emma went out one day to find some nuts to make
SFirst they gathered the prickly burrs and threw them on the
ground. Then they took long sticks and threshed out the little
brown nuts until they had a bag full.
When they took them home their mother boiled the chinqua-
pins, and gave them big needles, with long threads to string
them on while the nuts were quite soft. They made necklaces


so long that when
they put them on
the glossy beads
hung down to the
The best part
of my necklace is
that I can eat it
up," said George.
Emma kept,hers
a long, time, until
the mice began to
nibble it. Then
Sthe nuts were too
hard to be cracked
by her teeth. They had become
dingy and ugly, too, after being kept
a week or two.
"Never mind," said George;
Chestnuts will soon be ripe now,
and they are much nicer than chin- .i
"Yes; but we cannot make neck- I
laces of chestnuts," replied Emma,
who liked to feel the smooth, cool
nuts on her neck, and to slip the
long string of them through her

SAMMIE had two roosters, a white one and a gray;
They fell into a quarrel, and began to fight one day,
And Sammie--oh! it grieves me to say-he thought it fun!
And stopped his play to watch till the rooster-fight was done.
Oh, fiercely fought the roosters, and flapped their heavy wings!
(Had they learned to quarrel, think you, from boys who do such things ?)
But Sammy only laughed, and clapped his hands to see
How the gray attacked the white, and the white fought savagely.
But along came Gobbler, with proud, majestic mien,
And, ruffling up his feathers, gazed disgusted at the scene,
Lifted high his stately head, and looked at Sam
a minute;
But Sam was only thinking, "I guess old Whitell
S\ win it."
No longer paused the gobbler, but onward swiftly flew,
S And thrust his portly body at once between the two;
\i\ i Gave a peck to Mr. White, and a nip at Mr. Gray,
Till they hung their tails at last, and withdrew
in sore dismay.
SY Then the gobbler strutted after and gobbled in
the ear
Of each most silly fighter. What he said I did
But no doubt he gave advice that was sensible
and true,
And he taught young Sam a lesson that was,
sadly needed, too.



IT was a cold, rainy day. Polly, Puss, Jess, and Will stood by the
nursery window, watching the rain. Baby Ned was asleep on nurse's
I wish we could go out for a walk," said Jess.
So do I," said Polly; I just love to go out in the rain."
But nurse will never let us go," complained Will.
"No, indeed; you would every one take cold and be sick," said
nurse. "You ought to be glad you have such a nice, warm place to
stay in. Think how many nice things you have to play with. A good
many little children have no good home or nice playthings."
"But we have played everything we know, and we are awful tired
staying in," said Puss.
I wish mamma did not have company; then she could come and
play with us," said Polly.
You might get up some tableaux," suggested nurse. You have
not done that for a long time."
"Oh, yes!-that will be splendid," cried Jess. Even Will, who
thought he was too large a boy to take part in girl's plays, agreed
that it would be fun.
Baby Ned woke up, and then nurse could help them. She set him
on the sofa to play with a mug and spoon. She arranged the screen in
front of one corner, and brought out some shawls and other things for


them to dress with. They arranged the tableaux behind the screen, them -
nurse pulled it away. She and baby Ned were the audience.

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The Sleeping Beauty
was the first tableau.

Jess was asleep
on a couch
made of i/
a bright

She was all covered up with a white lace
curtain, and had a wreath of arti ficial flowers
on her head. Will was the prince. He was standing beside her. He
looked very gay with Polly's blue circular for a cloak, thrown over his


shoulders. A hat, with a long white feather, was on his head. HMY
had his toy, sword hung at his side.
Then they had Little Red Riding Hood and
her grandmother.
Polly was the grand-
mother; she had on
a cap with a wide frill,
and was propped up on
pillows. Puss was c Red Rid-
ing Hood;. she had on a
bright red cloak, and carried
a little basket.
It -took them a
long time to dress,
Sand arrange each
They were
just say-

" What shall
we- have next?'
when nurse said, "It's
time to get ready for supper." A
They could not believe that the
time had gone so quickly. guess we'll
play tableaux every rainy day," said Jess.

How many babies have you, little mother?
Tell me how many, and what are their names ?
"One, two, five, four, seven, and another, -
Little Bess, big Bess, Belle and her brother,
Pussy and Kittykin, Annie and James.

"Annie is me; and the two pretty Bessies
Are dollies that wink, and both very nice;
And Jamie is mamma's true baby she dresses,
And lets me rock him and feed him with kisses;
And Pussy and Kittykin run and catch mice!"

And Belle ? "Why, she was picked from a corn-hill:
Her hair is the silk, and the husks her dress;
My papa guesses she must have been born ill,
Toes in the air, and skirts that are worn ill!
But I've set her right, and she hugs little Bess."

And the brother of Belle ? "Dear me! I suppose
You'd call him a squash but he's real bright,


A little hump-backed, and I guess his nose
Is a kind of wart; and he wears long clothes,
For, you see, his figure -is not just right!


" But I love him as well as I love the Bessies, -
I love them all, and they all love me,
And the very best of all, I guess, is
The true, live baby that mamma dresses;
And here we are, all now, just as you see! "
An heew"ralnwjs syuse


THANKSGIVING-DAY had arrived, and Aunt Abby had come from
Boston to join the family party at the old farm-house. She came OD
the last train before dinner, as she had been detained on the way by
a slight accident. She brought her little orphan niece Sadie with her.
All the little country nieces rushed to the door to meet them when
they arrived.
Oh, what a lovely bird that is on your bonnet, Aunt Abby !" said
one of the little girls as she laid it on the piano.
"Yes," replied Aunt Abby; "my canary died, and I had it stuffed
and wear it on my bonnet."
Then they all went out to dinner, which was waiting. The kitten,
who was shy of so many strangers, crept softly into the room they
had just vacated. She was .allowed to curl up on the piano for a
nap sometimes, so up she jumped to her favorite place.
Kitty was all settled for sleep when her eye caught sight of a
lovely bird, with eyes wide open, looking straight at her. Then
her face assumed a crafty look, and she crept softly along and
suddenly pounced upon the bonnet. She began tearing the bird with
her claws and teeth.
It made no difference to her that the bird didn't attempt to fly
,Way She kept on tearing it to pieces, but it couldn't have tasted
-ery good to her.


When the party came in from dinner there seemed enough feathers
and stuffing scattered around to make three or four canary-birds
Aunt Abby, of course, felt very badly; but Kitty had scampered out
as the party came in; so she escaped punishment at that time. Per-

haps she thought they
intended the bird for her
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boy, and so, of course, he does not
care for dolls; but, instead of a doll,
he has a white rabbit, which one of
his friends made of Canton flannel,
and sent him at Christmas.
For a long time Bunny slept with j
Frank every night, came to the table i
with him when he had his meals, and
was his constant companion.
Frank lives in a village where the
winters are very long and cold. The snow is often so deep there that
the fences are entirely covered.
One day in March, when it was snowing quite hard, Frank's papa
was going out on an errand. He asked the little boy if he would not
like to go, too.
Oh, yes! Frank was always glad to go; and soon, in warm coat,
cap, mittens, and leggins, he was ready to start.
Bun must go too," said Frank, for I don't think he was ever out
when it snowed; were you, Bun ?"
Bunny, of course, said nothing. Indeed it would be hard for any one
to speak who was squeezed so tightly as he was in Frank's chubby
little hand.
It was cold out-doors, and Frank grew tired of holding Bunny : so
he tucked him into his coat-pocket. He trudged along, watching the
feathery flakes, kicking the light snow, and now and then falling
down and rolling about in it.
When he came home mamma said, as she unbuttoned his coat,
s" Well, did you and Bunny have a good walk ?


"Oh, yes, mamma! Didn't we, Bun?" and Frank put his hand in
his pocket to get his little pet. Alas! the pocket was empty.
Frank burst into tears, and sobbed, "0 mamma, I've lost my
Bunny! I've lost my Bunny "
He wanted to start right out to find him; but mamma said there


would be no use. The snow had probably covered him by this time.
She tried to comfort Frank by saying that perhaps the same friend
would make him another. But for many days the little boy mourned
for his pet.
Some weeks after, Frank's papa was making a call, when something
was said about the many things that are lost in the snow.
'en Mr. Goldthwaite told the story of Frank's rabbit. When he



i had finished the lady excused herself and left the room; returning,
she brought Bunny.
There," she said, I'm so glad to know whose it is I found it,
and knew it was some child's pet; but I couldn't find out-whose."
It was evening when papa came in with the rabbit, and Frank was
sound asleep. When he woke next morning he could hardly believe
his eyes, for there was his own Bunny once more. Then what a hug-
ging and kissing there was! And ever since Bunny has had such
Good care that I don't believe he will ever be lost again.

AL q1.



LITTLE darling of the snow,
Careless how the winds may blow,
Happy as a bird can be,
Singing, oh, so cheerily,
Chickadee-dee! Chickadee-dee!

When the skies are cold and gray,
When he trills his happiest lby,
Through the clouds he seems to see
Hidden things to you and me.
Chickadee-dee chickadee-dee!

Very likely little birds
Have their thoughts too deep for words.
But we know, and all agree,
That the world would dreary be
Without birds, dear chickadee!







EvA ROGERS was a little girl who lived in the upper part of New
York city. Every pleasant day her grandpapa took her in his pretty
buggy to drive through Central Park. They often went beyond the
park, where there were few trees and houses; very little, in fact, to look
at besides vegetable gardens. But it was on these quiet drives that
grandpapa handed the reins to Eva, and under his good guidance she
had become quite a skilful driver.
One spring day, a particularly fine garden, although a very small.
one, made them rein in Fleetfoot, and, as they were looking ratherr
wistfully at some tender young heads of lettuce, a little girl, in aC
queer, short-waisted German dress, came from a small house near by,:
and, dropping a funny little courtesy, asked: -
Is der something de little lady vants ?"
Well, they bought lettuce that day, and a few days later they bought
some chiccory, then lettuce again; and every time the same little girl
would come out and make the same little courtesy, and say: -
Is der something de little lady vants ? "
Her name was Minna. Eva learned that the third time they stopped
at the garden. Later she learned that Minna's mother had been sick
for many weeks; so the little daughter, although only ten years old.
did her best to fill the mother's place. Truly her busy hands had
made the small house bright and cosey.
November came at last, and there were no more vegetables to seV
for a few months. The little lady" had not called for a week o,


more. Minna was wishing that she could see the buggy, with the finer
old gentleman and the bright little girl, driving up to the door. Could
it, be ? --yes, surely there were the very ones she was thinking of driv-

ing towards Minna's house. Before they reached it Minna was stand.
ing on the curb-stone, smiling and courtesying.
"Is der something de little lady vants ?" she asked, but quickly


added, "I haf nodding for her to-day."
We want nothing to-day, Minna," said Eva's grandpapa. "How
I is your mother?"


"De good mutter is mooch better, sir."
"That is good," said Eva.
Now, Minna, day after to-
morrow will be Thanks- :
giving, and people
in this country
always eat
turkey and -'
all sorts
of good -"

lon that day,-- here grandpapa
reached under the seat of the buggy
for something, "so you must
Cook this in your very best man-
ner," -here she handed Minna a,
., huge brown paper parcel, "and
be sure to stuff it nicely. Thesq
you stew, these you crack and&
S eat, and these you eat just aeo
they are." i
..* _Well! wel I a small avalanche of
S--parcels came tumbling out, one after
the other, while Minna looked on,
S - too surprised to say a word.
/I "Now, good-by! Minna, I'm going
S to Florida with my mamma, but
"-R' -- we'll come and see you again in the
---- 3 spring; weo't we, grandpapa?"
c "Certainly we will!" answered
And before Minna could say a word, or even dr a courtesy, Flee-
Ioot had started off and they were gone
M. Y, W.


How many times to-day, I wonder,
Have I been told
I must be a lady now, because
I am four years old?

Mamma keeps saying, "Little ladies
Are always quiet."
So just one minute, more or less,
I'll sit and try it.


BERTIE was a very good boy. He was kind, obedient, truthful,
and unselfish. He had, however, one great fault. He always forgot.!
No matter how important the errand, his answer always was "I
forgot." When he was sent with a note to the dress-maker his
mother would find the note in his pocket at night. If he was sent to
the store in a great hurry, to get something for tea, he would return
late, without the article, but with his usual answer.
SHis father and mother talked the matter over, and decided that
something must be done to make the little boy remember.
Christmas was near, and Bertie was busy making out a list of
things which San*a Claus was to bring him.
Santa Claus may forget some of those things," said his mother.
SHe cannot," replied Bertie; "for I shall write sled, and skates,


and drum, and violin, and all the things on this paper. Then when
Santa Claus goes to my stocking he will find the list. He can see it
aind put the things in as fast as he reads."
Christmas morning came,. and Bertie was up at dawn to see what
was in his stocking. His mother kept away from him as long as she
could, for she knew what
'Santa Claus had done.
SFinally she heard him
ming with slow steps
t her room. -Slowly he
opened the door and came
tigewards her. He held in
tirs hand a list very much
longer than the one he
had made out. He put it
in his mother's hand,
rhile tears of disappoint-
inent fell from his eyes.
"See what Santa Claus a
left for me; but I think
.he might have given me
one thing besides."
His mother opened the
roll. It was a list of all
the errands Bertie had
been asked to do for six --
months. At the end of
all was written, in staring capitals, I FORGOT."
Bertie wept for an hour. Then his mother told him they were all
going to grandpa's. For the first time he would see a Christmas
i tree. Perhaps something might be growing there for him.
It was very strange to Bertie, but on grandpa's tree he found
everything he had written on his list. Was he cured of his bad
habit ? Not all at once; but when his mother saw that he was
particularly heedless she would say, "Remember, Santa Claus does
mnt forget."


To-DAY was Thanksgiving day. At least my master said so. All
I know is, that Thanksgiving means a big dinner,--every Thanksgiv.
ing I have been to, and I am right old now for a pug-dog. My master i
always invites lots of people to dinner, and such a good time they I
Yesterday I heard my master say there was going to be a number
of people here to dinner, so I thought I would invite some dog friends
to dinner, too. Pug-dogs have friends as well as their masters. So I
went out early this morning, and I saw a poor, hungry-looking dog


walking up the street, and I invited him. Then I met a cat, and I
Invited her. Then I saw a bull-dog, and I invited him; and, last of
all, I thought I would ask my master's brother Alexis' kitten. They
all said they would come.
Then I began to wonder how I was going to get dinner for them.
SSo I began to hunt around. I went into the kitchen and saw a big
Sfat turkey on the table. Just then Annie, the cook, went out of the
Room; so I jumped up on the table and caught the turkey in my
South. I was just about to jump down with it when Annie came
back. "You Scamp!" she cried, "what are you doing ?"
I dropped the turkey and started to run, but she caught me. You
'ad dog," said she; "now I am going to lock you up." She took me
to the cellar and put me in the coal-bin and locked the door. Here
S] have been all day. How ashamed I shall be when I get out and see
all the guests I invited! I wonder if they came I don't think I like



WE are two little cats,
Two good little cats,
Two small white cats are we;
We take sweet milk for our early morning meal,
But we must have cream for tea.

We have nice little claws,
Nice, sharp little claws,
That shine as they come and go;
But we never, never scratch till our tails are pulled,
When we want our tails to grow.

We have dear little teeth,
White, sound little teeth;
But we are so polite,
If people just behave as they ought to behave,
We never attempt to bite.


We have round little eyes,
Such mild blue eyes;
But, though they close in sleep,
They can see the whisk of the shadow of a tail,
If a mouse should dare to creep.


We have fine snowy coats,
And bows at our throats!
Oh, how lovely it must be
For other folks to live in the very same house
I With two such cats as we !


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"MAMMA," little Nellie asked, "is it right to give away things
that have been given to you.?"
Her mamma replied that
it might be quite right some-
times; and she said, "But I
should feel sorry if I had
made a little friend a present
she did not value, and so was
glad to part with it."
"0 mamma! said Nellie,
"you know how I value my
'dollies, every one, that my
dear aunts and cousins sent
me because I was sick. Now
I am well again. To-morrow
is New-Year's. Some sick
little girls in the hospital
want dollies. Could I, if I
knew which one to choose,
keep only one for myself, and
send the whole five of them
for -those poor children who
haven't any ?"
Her mamma liked the plan.
Slhe gave Nellie a box, and
N9llie began kissing her ba-
bies, and laying them, one
after another, in the box.
There were two of nearly
the same size, that were very
dear to this little mother.
She called them twins. They
wore white frocks and blue kid boots. They had real blonde hair,
,and their eyes would open a-nl '~1t.


These lovely twins Nellie
held in her arms a long time
Iiefore she could decide which
o part with. When she did
place one in the box, to be her
own no more, a tear was on the doll's cheek. I do not think the
/drop came from dolly's eye.
A few days after the dolls were given Nellie's mamma let her invite
three little girls to play with her. Each girl brought her Christmas
or her New-Year's doll; and the three dolls, with Nellie's, looked
sweetly sitting together in a row.
By and by Nellie's mamma came to her room, which she had given
to the party for its use that afternoon. She told the children she
would give them a little supper of cakes and pears and grapes, and it
would be ready as soon as Biddy could bring the ice-cream from down



The smiling child-visitors gathered around the kind lady, saying,
"We thank you, and we love you ever so much."
Nellie said softly, "Mamma dear, I wouldn't take my dollies back
if I could. I love to think they amuse the sick children. But I do
wish that for just a minute we had as many at this party."
Her mamma turned to her dressing-case. It stood low enough for
the smallest child to look into the mirror at the back easily. Moving
off the toilet cushions and cologne-bottles, the lady put the four dolls
in front of the looking-glass. Their reflection in the glass showed
four more.
"Six, seven, eight," cried the girls, delighted. "And all are twins
-four pairs of twins!
After supper they made the twins sit, and stand, and dance, bow
and shake hands, before the looking-glass. So they played till dusk,
when the other little girls' mammas sent to take them home, after
kissing Nellie good-night.

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A WEE little maid, with a bright little face,
Climbed up on the railing, one day,
Which guarded the pansies; a slip and a fall,
And down 'mid the blossoms she lay.
No very bad bruises were found on her knees,
And very few tears in her eyes.
"The child lost her balance," her Grandma declared;
May listened in wondering surprise.

\They missed her, and down in the pansies she knelt,
Now peering first this way and that;
tP'Tis gone, some one stealed it!" she calmly announced,
Looking up from the depths of her hat.

And what did you drop?" asked her mamma, surprised,
M "ol

And kissing the cheeks all aglow;
iThen laughed at her answer, and kissed her again:
i "My balance; I lost it, you know."


THERE is no child, I do believe,
But likes a watermelon.
That luscious fruit might tempt the best
Of men to be a felon !
Its dark-green rind, all lined with white;
Seeds black as night in winter;
And the sweet pinkness of the core! -
No pink was ever pinker!

Our Max, a funny boy of six,
Wears never aught but azure.
He leaves the red for little Bob,
Our darling younger treasure.
Bob's suits and hose are cardinal,
Or shading into scarlet,
While Max wears never aught but blue-
The funny little varlet!

And watermelons Max won't eat!
What do you think the reason?
I fear 'twill sound to every boy
Like veritable treason.
But Max looks very serious, -
No eyes were ever truer,-
He says it is because they're pink;
He "wishes they were bluer! "


MYo wanted to drive to market alone, but mamma was afraid to let
him, for he had never been used to horses before they moved to the
farm two months before. But papa said any baby could drive Liz,
she was such a steady horse; and surely a big boy, eleven years old,
who wore long pantaloons and top-boots, could drive her. Myo had
driven when papa or mamma was with him, and knew how to man-
age the horse very well, so papa said, We will let 'him try it once
In the market-wagon were six barrels of spinach. The barrels had
slits in the sides to let the air in, so the spinach would not wilt. Myo

felt very large as he drove away to market with his load. Mamma
could stand in the door, and, looking across the meadows, see the road
nearly the whole two miles to town. When it grew time for Myo to
come back mamma grew anxious, for it was beginning to rain. At


last she saw the old gray horse and green market wagon coming along
the road. The railroad ran very near the house, and mamma watched
to see that they got safely over the track. Yes, the track was safely
passed, and Liz came trotting steadily towards home; but where was
Myo ? He was nowhere to be seen. The lines were not dragging on
the ground. Indeed they seemed to be firmly held by some one who
was guiding the horse, but no driver was visible.
Mamma's heart almost stopped beating and she grew faint; but she
broke into a laugh as Liz turned in at the gate and trotted by the
house to the barn, for she saw that the lines went through the slits in
.a barrel that was bottom up, and she knew that under that barrel a
black-eyed boy was sheltered from the rain that was now falling fast.
"I wasn't going to get wet," said Myo, when I could put the lines
through two holes and look out of another one, and keep perfectly dry.
There was no use getting wet when I could make an umbrella of a
barrel, was there ?"


"OH, do look, Uncle Ben! See those two horses riding in a cart !"
"How funny! echoed Dolly.
"Where is the man who pulls the cart?" asked John. His blue
eyes were wide open with wonder.
Uncle Ben laughed. "The horses aremnot riding;" said he," they
are hard at work. Just watch them."
Well, it did look as if the horses were in a wagon. One of them
was white, and the other black. They were walking fast. That you
could see, from the motion of their heads and shoulders.
Yet they did not move forward. The cart, as John called it, had a
canvas cover, and wooden sides.
SYou see those horses are going up-hill," said Uncle Ben.


So it was. They were walking on a platform, made of a great
many strips of wood. These were laid upon chains. The chains
went over a round stick of wood, like a wheel, at each end. When
the horses tried to walk up, the platform rolled back. That was
why they did not get ahead.
At the rear end of the cart was a drum, or solid wheel. A belt ran
from this to the barn; there it was fastened to a threshing-machine.
The farmer and his son were threshing oats. The straw was fed in
at one end of the machine. It moved along till it reached some little
hammers. These pounded out the oats, which went one way into a
box. The straw came out by itself and fell upon the floor.
The children watched all this with great glee. So the two horses
were not riding, as Uncle Ben said. They were doing very useful
Some children, so Uncle Ben told his pets, are like these horses.
They never get ahead, though they are always busy. They are care-
less in study, so that, when they grow older, and leave their books
behind, they have made no progress..
Such children are not useful to others, like the horses. They do
not learn, and they do not help thresh oats; but sometimes their
parents thresh these idlers with a switch.



"WHERE is Waltie?" said Captain Drew, as he came in one May
morning. "I found a ground-bird's nest in the furrow I was plough-
ing, and brought it in to let him see the eggs. He hasn't run off to
the woods again, has he ?"
Mr. Drew took a drink of home-made beer, while his wife cleaned


the cooky dough off her hands, and called Sadie. She came in with
her doll Rosie, and mamma said: -
Where is Wal-
S r" <" tie, dear?"
O mam-
S\ ma! he went
j .. toward the
S woods with
--- his hatchet,
SI' and I forgot to
tell; I did, truly."
"And now, maybe
your little brother is lost, because
you have so short a memory. You
think too much of your own pleasure to
care for others; as a punishment put Rosie
away for the rest of the day."
SiCaptain Drew called a couple of men and
went to the forest.
Waltie troubled them much by steal-
ing off to the forest to "chop down
trees," as he called ti e bushes.
Captain Drew saw in this the help
which was to come to him in the
future, and smiled upon the
little woodchopper. The
) woods were extensive, and
There were dangerous animals
in them. A bell had been tied around the
child's neck, so that they could trace him; but the cunning boy held
the tongue. Then he was tied to the bedpost. But, as they did not
cure him, Sadie had been told to watch him; but she failed to report


All was confusion at the Drew home. Mrs. Drew let her cookies
burn, and Sadie cried, partly about Waltie, and partly about Rosie.
At last a tired little boy came running into the house; between
showers of tears he said, "I've seen an awful big wiggle-tail! I'm
never going to run away any more, never."
All they could learn of Waltie was, It was awful big, and a wiggle-
Captain Drew thought perhaps it was a bear. Sadie became more
careful as she hugged Rosie, and shivered at the thought of the awful
Afterward, as Captain Drew was passing through the forest with
his little boy, he was surprised when Waltie pointed out a wiggle-
tail." It was only a common black squirrel. We had many a hearty
laugh over "the awful animal."

LITTLE Freddie is not yet three years old. He tries to talk like
grown people, and, like most little boys, makes many mistakes. He
calls animal amaline;" and when he tried to say indigestible he
called it dingy vegetable." One day he came in from his play
exclaiming, "0 mamma! I found a patty killer."
A what ?" asked mamma.
"A patty killer. He was just as woolly, and had lots of legs."
With all her questioning mamma could not guess what Freddie
had seen.


This was the first one he had ever seen; but he said he knew
-it was a patty killer," because i he had seen the picture of one
in a book, and his sis ter had told him its name.
A few days after this Freddie sat in his
little chair turning the leaves of a
picture- ,book. Suddenly his
A Ni." eyes brightened, and
he ran to his mamma,
crying, "O mamma,
this is what I saw!
Here is a patty
killer. Just see!"
And what do you
suppose. it was?
Mamma could not
help laughing.
It was a
of a big
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spots and stripes
nicely colored, so
that it looked very
much like a real,
living one.
Mamma will al-
ways think of Freddie's name for it whenever she
sees a caterpillar, or a picture of one.

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Now, boys," said papa, "if you can get some good bait we
will try fishing by fire-light."
Hartley and Herbert looked at each other and laughed. One
of them made reply, Why, papa, are you going to turn Simple
Simon, and fish in your mother's pail, here by her open fire?"
There was a twinkle now in papa's eye, too, but he only said, "Get
the worms before dark. As soon as the stars come out we will go
down on Grand Point."
Now, Herbert's idea of fishing was to sit in grandpa's row-boat in
the warm sunshine, and throw bits of his gingerbread and cracker
into the water. Then he watched the fishes gather by the hundreds,
all eager for a crumb. It was delightful to see the bits dart through
the water. He almost thought the crumbs were alive, too.
That was fun, but fishing in the dark, damp evening was quite
another thing. It had no attractions for Herbert. However, when
the time came he went, and certainly was not sorry afterwards.
Papa built a bright, warm fire, and the boys, wrapped in their thick
overcoats, sat upon an old log, patiently waiting what might
The light from the fire made so many weird shadows that Herbert
was half inclined to be frightened. He sat close to his father, and


papa need not have said, "Keep very still, Herbert." Pretty soon
papa gave a twitch, as if to pull up his hook, but could not raise it.
"It must be something heavy, boys," he said, running up the
beach, dragging his line after him.
The boys were on their feet now, peering into the darkness. Such

a splashing and dashing, as a huge fish made its appearance on dry
land! It was a bass, nearly two feet long, and weighed more than
nine pounds.
They went to the same place the next night, and the next, and the
next, but caught nothing. Perhaps the fishes told all their neighbors
of the sad fate of their big brother Bass. At least that is what Her-
bert thought.


WHAT a strange little
creature this is, with its _
pretty, pensile nest hung -
on the stout grass stems,
or wheat straws, and
sometimes to the head
of a thistle These nests
are woven, very careful-
ly, of narrow grasses,
just in the shape of a
hollow globe, not a bit
larger than a cricket-
The harvest mouse is
so tiny that when it is
full grown it will not
weigh the sixth part of
an ounce. Isn't it a
wonder that it can build
so beautiful a house to
live in? Why, the walls
are so thin that the baby mice inside the nest can be easi-
ly seen from the outside, as they swing to and fro in the
breeze; and yet the mice are packed so tightly that they
nPever fall out, just like sardines in a box!
You cannot find an opening anywhere! The mother mouse mu't
push her way between the meshes of these loosely woven walls whe:0
she ferds the young mice, though nobody knows just, ,:-,ow si.e does


Often, in this light and airy cradle, there are seven or eight mice to
All mice and rats are very good climbers, but the harvest
mouse, with its long, slender tail and
flexible toes, is better fitted than any
other for climbing.
They must be very nimble, as their
food consists of insects, especially
flies, which they are very fond
of, and when they go in pur-
suit of them their aim
is as sure as that of
the swallow.

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IN the State of Maine there lives a man who is very fond of dumo
animals. His business was to take the mail from the station to the
post-office, in the centre of the town. To reach the station he had to
cross a river in a small boat, and then walk along on the shore a long
One day, as he was walking along, he saw a little squirrel running
beside the way. On returning home he thought of the squirrel and
put a handful of corn into his pocket. The next day, on coming to
the place, he saw the squirrel again. Without appearing to notice
it he scattered the corn along.
The squirrel was shy at first, and kept some distance away, but as
the mail-carrier passed on he had the pleasure of seeing her pick up
the corn.
The kind man repeated this each day. The squirrel would venture
a little nearer each time, until she became so tame that she would run


up on his clothes and perch on his shoulder. Then he would stop
and hold open his pocket, and she would jump into it and eat the corn
She had a nest in a hollow tree, where rested three pretty baby


squirrels. After a while she took them to meet the kind man with
her. He fed them all, with much pleasure, for several weeks;
then he was called away, and another man took his place. He was
very sorry to leave the squirrels, they had been such good friends for
many months.


HERE are two little English friends,
I do not know their names, -
Who live in famous London town,
Beside the river Thames.
And seated in right royal state,
Upon a soft fur rug,
Behold the little English prince,
Beside the English pug.


The little prince, from top to toe,
Is beautifully dressed,
And seems determined to appear
His very, very best;
While doggie, with his nose in air,
Is very much put out,
And says he'd really like to know
What that strange man's about.

The little prince says, "Doggie dear,
You mustn't fidget so,
For we're to have our pictures sent
To grandmamma, you know;
So look as pleasant as you can,
And do not make me laugh,
Or have a naughty frown, .because
'Twill spoil the photograph."

The little prince, upon his throne,
Is very much at ease,
And this sweet photograph of him
Can hardly fail to please;
While the English pug, beside him there,
Who stays because he must,
Expresses in a funny way
His very great disgust.


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'TWAs a group of merry children,
And, the marshes going by,
One boy shouted: See the cat-tails I
See the cat-tails, nice and high!"

Then a wee tot, from the city,
Said, with brimming eyes of blue:
" What a shame it was to drown them
Did they drown the kittens too ?"


GRANDMA was very sick, and mamma could not leave her for a
moment. Papa had gone a few miles away for a nurse, so there
was no one to get Johnnie and Eddie ready for Sunday school.
"Oh, dear," sighed Johnnie, I'm so tired keeping still! Let us
go down on the big rock, and read."
"What do you want of matches if you are only going to read ?"
inquired Eddie, seeing Johnnie reach up to the match-safe.
"Oh, there might be a total eclipse of the sun, you know; then
we should have to strike a light."
This seemed satisfactory to Eddie, and he put on his hat.
They went across the pasture, over an old bridge, to a grove,
and were at the big rock. That rock had long been fAn'y fa.


There was an opening in the rock, which was filled with dried
grass, dead leaves, and moss. It was just the place for a bonfire,
Johnnie thought, as he looked over his book. A small fire could
surely do no harm, and he and Eddie could warm their hands,
for the September air was chilly indeed. He sent Eddie to fetch
some dry sticks and bark from the woods near by, and soon'a
bright blaze was leaping and dancing above the rocks. Johnnie
watched it rather anxiously, and was glad enough to see it die
down at last, and' soon go out, as he supposed.
He returned to the house, but he felt all the while as if some
dreadful thing w'as about to happen.
Pretty soon he saw the minister, who lived next door, running
across the lots with a pail in each hand. His father was just re-
turning home with the nurse for grandma. He dashed up to the
gate, and left both the nurse and old Kate in the road. Seizing
a pail he darted down the pasture. Johnnie thought of his bon-
fire in an instant. Sure enough it had started up again, and was
running as fast as it could towards the large wood-lot his father
prized so much.
That evening when the fire had been really put out, and noth-
ing serious had come of it, Johnnie told his papa how sorry he
was, and promised never to play with fire again.

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WHEN Madge was seven years old and Edith five they weun to the
country to spend the summer on their Grandpa Mason's farm. Hav-
ing lived in the city all their lives they were very happy to be able to
run in the fields, pick wild-flowers, and ride in the hay-cart. They
had such big appetites that grandma declared they would eat her out
of house and home.
But they were very good little girls, and tried so hard not to give
their grandma any trouble that one day Grandpa Mason made each
of them a present of a little white pig.
The little girls had never before had any pets, and they becamP


very fond of the pigs. One was named Snowball and the other
Frisky, and they soon learned to come when the children called them.
They were good little pigs, and very tame, and did not make a fuss
when they were washed. They had to be washed very often, for they
were fond of lying in mud-puddles, and playing in the farm-yard
with their dirty little brothers, -and they didn't mind being scolded.
But the little girls loved them, dirty or clean, and were sorry to
leave them in September, when they went back to the city. They
did not forget them, and when summer came again, and they went to
the farm in June, they asked for Frisky and Snowball before they
had even taken off their hats.
"They're alive, and will be glad to see you, I haven't a doubt,"
s3id grandpa. "Come out to the

"The darling little things!"
said Madge. "I wonder if they
will know us."

I .

But it was the little girls who didn't know the pigs, for Snowball
and Frisky had grown into big hogs, and grandpa had them in a pen,
fattening them to kill in the fall.
How he did laugh when he saw how surprised and sorry Madge


and Edith were! But after a while he took them into the loft of the
barn, and showed them two flying-squirrels in a tin cage.
Here are some new pets," he said; "you will like these as wel)
as the pigs."
But it was a long time before the little girls ceased to mourn over
the loss of Frisky and Snowball.


her window, knitting a very
pretty blue-silk sock for her
little grand-daughter Mar-
garet. Somebody called
her away for a moment,
when a saucy little oriole,
called "Baltimore," flew up
to her basket upon the win-
dow-sill. The bird had just
nested, and helped herself
to a skein of the silk which
she was about to join on
to her work. She quickly
made off with it to her un-
finished nest in the apple-
tree near by.
But the. silk would not
do as the oriole wanted at
all. It would get caught in


the branches, and in spite of
all the bird's efforts got ter-
ribly tangled. She tugged
and tugged, but to no pur-
pose. At last she had to
content herself with a few
loose threads, leaving a
good many strings, here
and there, fluttering in the
These strings made her
very angry ; for weeks after,
as she passed to and fro,
she always stopped, and
gave the threads a spiteful
jerk, as much as to say, "O, you hateful
yarn! you've given me heaps of trouble.
I wish I'd never stolen you. I'd be better
off, I know."


SWINGING, swinging, little Bettine,
Prettiest- lassie that ever was seen;
Swinging, swinging,
Up where the long, lithe branches blow,
Down where the white, swaying lilies grow;
Swinging, swinging, little Bettine,
Under the larches cool and green.

Swinging, swinging, little Bettine,
Blossom-crowned, like a summer queen;
Swinging, swinging,

Swinging, swinging, little Bettine,
Under the larches cool and green.
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IT was almost Jo-Jo's birthday.
He was neither very old nor very big, but more than anything
in the world he wanted a pair of boots.
His brother Hal was grown up and in college, and he said ii
was a shame for Jo-Jo
to wear knee-pants and
shoes when he so much
wished to be a young
So it was planned in
secret that on his birth-
day Jo-Jo should have 10. .
his first pair of boots.
They were bought.
It seemed as if you 0
could fairly see the .
noise in them they
were so stout in the
sole, and so heavy and
sturdy in the uppers. f
"I think you will a i s
have to put a weather- Jr" 0
strip round the edges,"
said Hal to his mother
the night before, when
they were looking them
over, and saying what
a big boy Jo-Jo had 7
grown to be; "there'll .4. .
be no living in the
house with him for the


His mother smiled.
"I think we'll set them outside his door and
let him find them first thing in the morning,"
said she.
'C "Just let me put a motto on the bottom of
one," cried Hal; "it will be a good way to
convey a moral."
,1 It was a fine surface to write on, the smooth,
polished leather, and Hal printed with ink, in
good, plain letters upon one,--
L- T and upon the other,
He looked his work over
>- with pride, and laughed to
think of' Jo-Jo's- running

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about with letters always under his feet, when he did so hate tc
First thing upon coming out of his room in the morning, Jo-Jo
found the boots. He was too delighted to think of stopping up-
stairs to put them on, but ran down into the general sitting-room,
where the family were waiting for breakfast.
His face was covered with smiles, and he swung the boots round
his head at the risk of breaking every trinket in the room.
"Hi-oh he cried; boots! boots!"
"Try them on," said his mother, "and see if they are as nice
as you think."
Jo-Jo burst half-a-dozen buttons off his shoes in his haste to make
the change. He put his foot eagerly in at the top, and pressed it
down to the ankle, but it would go no further.
He tugged and pulled, got red in the face, and finally lost his tem-
Hal came forward to see. The boots were, indeed, altogether too
small. The shoe man had evidently given the wrong number.
I can change them for a larger size," said Jo-Jo, unwilling to give
them up.
Just then he caught sight of Hal's writing.
Who did it ? he cried.
Hal owned he did it as a sort of joke.
Then Jo-Jo, who had been on the verge of crying, laughed aloud
I think the joke is on you this time, Mister Hal," he shouted.
And it was. The ink had soaked into the leather, so that the
boots were too soiled to return.
I'll have them to pay for, sure enough," said Hal, willing to turn
Jo-Jo's attention in any way from his disappointment.
This pair having failed, they persuaded Jo-Jo to wait one more
year, when he should choose his own boots, and have them fitted
before they were taken home.
C. D. B


WHITEFOOT,, Lightfoot,
Set back your right foot,
Chewing, and waiting the maid with the pail;
Horns in the sunshine,
Hoofs in the clover,
Gentle cow, stand and be milked By the rail.

Fairy Carrie
And little boy Harry
Have come to the meadow along with me.
"Whip-poor-Will! Poor Will!"
Hear a complaining
Out of the dusk gathered under the tree.

Closing, dozing,
Field flowers reposing
Fade as the sun goes to far-away lands;
Strawberries scarlet
Mix with green grasses,
Hide more and more from the search of
small hands.

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..... ....







Glancing, dancing,
Fire-flies romancing,
Light, tiny lamps in the dewy-damp vines;
Frogs are a-crooning;
Forth hops a rabbit;
High flies the night-hawk that peeps while he dine&

Whitefoot, Lightfoot,
Have now your right foot,
Full to the brim is my pail with white foam;
Looks the round moon so,
Over the hill yonder, -
Guess there, too, a milkmaid's on her way home.

Fairy Carrie
And little man Harry
Skip from the field, but look back through the bars;
Sings lone whippoorwill;
Folds her limbs Whitefoot;
Shine in the pasture-brook two early stars.



PERCY DALE was a dear, pink and white little boy, with a tangle
of golden ringlets, so long and silky that strangers often stopped
him on the street to admire them. He wouldn't have cared, only
they sometimes stroked his head, and called him a "sweet little
Now, Percy loved little girls; but to be called a little girl himself
was not at all to his liking. It always sent him running to his


mamma to beg her to cut off the dreadful curls that made people saj
he was "a little girl-boy."
"Oh, no, no, darling; mamma can't shear her pet lamb," she
would answer with a kiss; but by and by we'll ask Miss Olive to do


"By and by" was slow in coming, and Percy's fourth birthday
found him with curls longer and lovelier than ever. That morning,
as he swung on the gate, an old lady, passing, said to him,
smilingly: -
"Won't you sell me your beautiful, bright curls, little Miss ? My
little grand-daughter hasn't any."
"Little Miss indeed! The words nearly broke Percy's heart. He


dragged his apron up over the hated ringlets, and held it close till
the lady had gone.
Then he hopped down from the gate, his eyes shining with a
happy thought. He would stop people from calling him names !
He would run across the street all by himself, and ask Miss Olive to
out his hair off so short that everybody'd know he wasn't a girl f
As it happened, his mamma had lately said to Miss Olive that one
of these days his curls must be clipped; so, when the little fellow told
his errand, Miss Olive at once pinned a towel about his neck, and
snip, snip, went hAer big shears through his wavy mane.
She put the longest curls in a paper box for Percy to carry home;
and, not being a very tidy woman, she threw the rest of them out of
the back window into the yard. These were spied by two yellow
birds about to set up house-keeping, and carried off, tress by tress, to
the lilac-tree in the garden. There the birds wove them intb the
daintiest golden nest that ever was seen. In this they reared a
thriving little family; and when the cold winds came, and they all
flitted away to the sunny south, Miss Olive brought the empty nest
to Percy's mamma, who has kept it to this day.

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WAKE, baby, I'll sing you a ballad;
Come, open your eyes and hear
Of the gay, painted ladies, so fresh and so fair,
Who leen at the lattice near.


Their gowns have: .the hues of the rainbow,--
Violet, crimson, and pink;
And their fices are fair as the morning
When the sun first rises, I think.

See, on their hearts glisten dew-drops,--
Jewels more precious and rare
Than any queen-lady can boast of
At her bridal or crowning to wear.

Gay-painted ladies and bonnie,
Out at the lattice there,
Lean from their bower and beckon to you:
"Good-morning, my baby fair!"



SAMMY SWTrr was ten years old, and the son of a poor widow. She
also had four children younger than Sammy to support. Sammy
used to deoerrands for the neighbors, and thus earned a few pennies
Once a neighbor took him to a fair which was held in a large
field. Sammy had ten cents to spend, and used it to pay for a
-ride on the "flying-horses." He thought the ride was delightful,
and when he went home told his brother and three little sisters
about it. All but Baby Bess, who couldn't quite understaal- wished
they could have a ride on the wonderful flying-horses.
One day, late in the fall, Sammy stood at the kitchen window,
watching his mother's clothes-reel, which the wind was whirling
rapidly. The idea came to him, suddenly, that this reel would
be just as good as the flying-horses if he only had some seats


hanging from it. The reel was a tall pole, with four long bars
like a cross upon it. Sammy ran to the wood-shed and got four
stout ropes. He tied one of these to the end of each cross-bar.
Then he looked about for seats. Sue's little chair answered for
one, the seat of an old baby-carriage for another, an old box fo



another, and a market-basket, which he thought would do fto
Baby Bess, made the fourth.
After a deal of tying and fixing, he had all these fastened to
the ends of the ropes. Then he had quite a time getting his
passengers aboard." But finally they were all in their seats,
and then there was a jolly time indeed. The wind was quite
strong, the reel kept whirling, the children shouting and laughing
in high glee. Baby Bessie's head was all that could be seen of


Ae,. the market-basket was so large; but she enjoyed it, and
tried to make as much noise as the rest. Mamma came to see
what it was all about, and laughed heartily after she had exam-
ined the- ropes to see that they were strong enough to hold theit
preciona burdens.


OFF went the hired maid;
Off went the hired man;
The busy farmer and his wife
Must do the best they can.
One,. two,. three,. four !
Loud strikes the kitchen clock ;.
hli must," tfhe farmer says, ".get up
At once and feed my stock."
He gives the cow some timothy,
TheF steers, some meadow-hay,
The pair of working oxenh grain,
And so begins, the day.


He brings some turnips for the sheep,
The dappled colt some barley,
And gets a measure full of oats
For good' old Dan and Charley.

He throws the flock of hens some corn;
He gives the calves some meal;
The pigs, he had: forgotten quite
Until he heard them squeal.
Within the house, Bow wow! Bow wow I"
Old: Towser begs for meat;
"Mew mew! The yellow kitten asks
For something she can eat;
And down. the stairs come hungry- Tam,
And hungry Rose and Neddy,
And ask, with one united voice,
"-Oh, isnltk breakfast ready ?"


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DID you know that coal is
made from plants ? Not one
child in a hundred knows that!
The very heat it gives out is
what the plant first took in.
What is there more valuable
than coal, that warms our
houses so nicely and gives us
such beautiful gas-light to sit
Many .. .by on cold winter nights T
veAll kinds of machinery ar
worked by it, from the factor
to the engine. Even the oil
that we use in our lamps comes
from coal and the remains of
plants. If you were to take a
piece in your hands you can
see the 'impression of leaves
t like those you gather in the
country lanes.
Many have stems too. They are very, very hard, and even
have the marks where -the roots grew!
Many kinds of ferns and huge trees of the forest often make
coal, for every coal mine has more or less of these; even the cones
of the pine have been found in the coal.


Peat is the beginning of a bed of coal before it grows hard.
You know what a nice fire it makes. Coke, which you have
often seen burning so brightly in the grate, is made by driving
out all the oil and gases from coal,--the very gas that we burn.
Tar often oozes out of the lumps of coal on a fire, making
little black bubbles, which burst and burn. Paraffine oil is made
from this very tar, and benzoline too. Aniline comes from ben-
eoline, which makes some of our most beautiful dyes. Essences that
are put in the candies you buy, and taste so good, come from
tar. So you see that from coal we get nearly all our heat and
light, colors and pleasant flavors. Isn't it useful, though!


THE children were out in the walnut-orchard, playing dinner.
They had a cunning little table. The tea-set had gilt edges and little
pink flowers. They had real coffee, little bits of biscuit, and Jap
anese plum jelly; frosted cake, too, and oranges, and big, red bananas.
Mamma sat in the house alone, sewing.
Hum-m hum-m hum-m sounded something in the hall.
Mamma dropped her work and ran out there. A humming-bird
was up against the ceiling. The ceiling frightened it and made it
feel homesick, for it was not used to having anything in the way
when it wanted to fly up towards the sky.
Little Hum felt lost because he had flown away from the blue sky
and the sun.
You, dear little children, would feel as poor Hum did if you should


nm away, from home and get lost on some lonesome road. You
wold keep trotting about, on your. little, tired feet, trying to find
your way back to papa and mamma. You. would. feel sorry that you
had ran away.. Perhaps Hum was sorry that he had. flown away.
I He kept dashing about and bumping his head so hard that rramma
waa, afraid it ached.


He soon became so tired that he slid down the wall and mamma
picked him up. She took her smallest scissors and cut off a cobweb
that was tangled around his little bits of feet.
Poor, tired, little Hum lay quite still in mamma's hand. Per
haps it seemed like a warm nest. Mamma called the children to see
him. They came crowding around her on the veranda.

They thought Hum was very small and pretty, and Hum thought
they were giants.
Now see him fly," said mamma, and she opened her hand.
"Hum-m!" He was off in the top of a tall tree as quick as a
A few days later the children found a dead humming-bird. It may
have been the same one. They wrapped him in a fig-leaf and buried
him under a rose-tree.


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WHo has made dry all the cool,
shady places
Where my little brook used to
ripple and play?
I coaxed the brook off" saidt
fiery-breathed August;
.In soft, little mist-clouds it
floated away."

Who has turned yellow and brown
my green pastures?
Who has been bleaching my
green sea of wheat ?
I ripened the verdure," said
fierce, scorching August,
And I threw those brilliant-
hued flowers at your,-feet.

"I finished the ripening of all
M 1 W the wild berries,
And I put the bloom on the
fair, downy peach;
Forme in the orchard the sweet-
ings grow mellow,
And I have some beautiful
Sftintings for each."


"GOING to visit Aunt Jane hurrah shouted Ted.
Won't it be jolly, said Ned.
Ted and Ned lived in the country, and thought it a very good
place to live. But Aunt Jane lived in a town, and they thought
that still nicer.
When they arrived there Aunt Jane took them all about, showing
them a great many interesting things; into some stores, too, where
they thought they would like to buy everything they saw.
Last of all, when they were tired and hot, she took them to a
place where they had some soda water.
The boys thought it the nicest thing that they had ever tasted.
The next day, among the great sprinkling-wagons which went by
Aunt Jane's house, they saw one with great letters painted on it,
and they spelled:-
0 Aunt Jane!" exclaimed Ted, was it Rand's soda water
that we had yesterday ?"
"Yes," said Aunt Jane. Then she went out of the room.
SIt's a great shame to water streets with such good stuff," said
"I should think so," said Ted.
"Don't you s'pose we could get a little?" asked Ned. "A glass
or two wouldn't make a bit of difference when they're throwing so
much away."


"And then we shouldn't have to pay five cents for'it," said Ted.
"Lef's try," said Ned. "There comes another one."
"Yes, see! said Ted. "L Rand's Soda Water.' "
Both got-a glass and ran out.
"Now we must drink it up quick," said Ted.
"Yes, before it stops foaming."
They ran into the stream of the sprinkling-cart as it passed, and
by getting their clothes pretty wet managed to get a foaming glass
"Drink quick! cried Ted.
'And they drank quick, until it was;almost all gone.
"'Isnt it sp---" said XNed.
--lendid said Ted.
But they said it because they were all ready to say it.
I- don't know as it's so dreadful good, after all," said Ned, mak
ing a -face.
Nor I either," said Ted, making another.


'Tisn't half so sweet as that in the store," said Ned.
"Nor so pink," said Ted.
Ned looked at what was left in his glass. It had rather a yellow,
muddy look. He tasted it and made a worse face.
"Aunt Jane," said Ted, as they went into the house, "that soda
water in the carts isn't half so nice as that in the store."
"How do you know ? she asked.
"'Cause we tasted."
That isn't soda water," she said. "It is an advertisement to tell
people where they can get it."
Then she went to the pantry and stayed there a little while. When
she came back she gave them some ginger-snaps to take away the
taste. And Ned wondered why it took her so long to get them.
But neither Ned nor Ted ever knew that she had stayed to have
a good laugh all by herself.


ALL day I hear a singing,
My little love.
The cricket's faint knell ringing,
My little love.
The yellow leaves are flying,
And Lady Wind is sighing,
Ah, me! The summer's dying,
My little love.


Her sweet soul has departed,
My little love.
The birds are broken-hearted,
My little love.
She was so fair and smiling,
Our inmost hearts beguiling,
The long hours sweetly whiling,
My little love.

Our arms she filled with flowers,
My little love.
And sent us healing showers,
My little love,
Even in fullest measure.
Nay, shared your childish pleasure,
And lavished all her treasure
On my little love.

Farewell is sad, sad saying,
My little love.
When winter flees, I'm praying,
My little love,
We may together meet her.
Ah! nothing could be sweeter
Than, hand in hand, to greet her,
My little love.

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THE day little Harry was two years old he gave himself and his
mamma a' real fright. He was very active, and could run- all over
the house, and go up and down stairs without help from anybody.
It happened on the morning of his birthday
that there was no one at home. with :im but
mamma; she was putting a chamber in
order for visitors. He trotted around
after her, drawing a pair of tin
horses. No thought of mischief
had entered his mind.
By and by, when mamma
went into the hall for
something, he stayed be-
hind in one of the cham-
bers. He shut the door
and locked it. Mamma
hurried back and told
him to turn the key
Quick and open the door.
He tried and tried, but
could not do it. At last X--
he pulled the key out of
the door, and could not
put it in again. There he was, shut up alone, like a squirrel in a
When he found that he could not get out he was frightened and
began to cry.


Mamma could not open the door, but she called to him, Don't
cry, Harry, and papa will come very soon and take you out."
Then she told him to push the big arm-chair up close to the door,
and climb into it, then she would tell
him some stories.
He did as she said, and mamma put
hei mouth down to the key-hole and
told him about Little Boy Blue," and
"Mother Hubbard," and "Bo-peep," and
other things that he liked. She kept
telling them over and over, because she
'wanted him to be quiet and not. feel
S After a time his papa came home.
When he heard what was the matter
S B he went straight to the barn and brought
, the long ladder and put it up to the
chamber window. Then he had to break
a pane of glass so
that he could open
I the window and
get into the room
where Harry was.
The little pris-
oner was very
glad to be at lib-
erty once more.
He ran out with
smiles and tears
on his face, say-
ing, "Won't do
so again, mam-
ma won't do so
again !"


Now, Harry, pull the chairs up,
And, Fanny, get the shawl,
And we will play we're sailors,
And that we're in a squall.
Don't be in such a hurry,
I'll fix it if you wait;
I want to get the hassocks
To make the "Golden Gate."

Now this chair is the ship's stern
And that one is the bow;
But there, you must be careful
And not'lean hard, you know.
Now, sailors, pull that sail up
And tuck the corners in.
Well-if you want it tighter
Ask mamma for a pin!


Now couldn't you sing something
About the ocean blue ?
Well, never mind, "By-baby,"
Or anything will do!
See here, you careless sailors,
You mind what you're about;
You know that water'll drown you
If you should tumble out!

There, now you've gone and done it;
I knew just how wouldd be.
I told you to be careful,
And now you're hurt, you see.
Well, never mind; we won't play
We're sailors any more,
But get the blocks; and build up
A playhouse on the floor.


WHE you go to the sea-shore in the summer you hear a great
deal said about "crabbing," and no doubt you have helped to catch
the little creatures, and to eat them too. And you know that most oT

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them are covered on the outside by a thick coat, or shell. The one
called the hermit crab has no covering over his tail, only over
the other part of his body. Of course it is very liable to get in-
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jured if it is not guarded, and how do you think the crab
does it ?
Well, he just puts it into some empty shell that he finds, and goes
about dragging it after him. As he grows the tail gets to be too

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large for the shell, and as soon as it begins to tell him so, by its
pitching, he quietly pulls it out, and hunts up another, trying them
one by one to see if they will fit. Sometimes several crabs claim the
same shell, and after fighting about it find, after all, that it will not
fit any of their tails! How cheap they must feel!


HERE is a little creature that comes whirring along with
flashy green and glittering wings, and so swift of flight that
nothing can escape him. Most insects heed the
birds; but the dragon-fly does not, for
even the swallow cannot catch
him. His wings sound like the un-
furling of a small silken flag, he goes
so fast !
Look at him when you see him! He
cannot sting you! Don't be afraid. He may
breathe as if he were fright ened, but that is not
so. If you should give him a spider, or a beetle,
he would munch it down before your very eyes;
but not before he has removed the hard wing-
cases. He will eat as long as you supply him
too. Thirty or forty flies are nothing for a single
When tired off he goes to some branch, or twig, sits
there a moment, shakes and plumes his pretty | wings, as
if to see if they are in order; then he is away to
find other victims, just as if he had been fasting
for a week !
The first years of the dragon-fly's life were
passed under water, where he was just as busy
in chasing the insects to be found there as since
be got his wings!

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KATRINA is not a little girl, as you may think from her name.
'Instead she is a beautiful speckled hen.
She has a great many gifts and graces, besides the very useful
accomplishment of laying eggs.
She is quite particular about her surroundings, and insists upon
having a nest of her very own, that no other hen in the flock is
allowed to use. She likes best to come into the house, and the chil-
dren have placed a nice little box behind the stove for a nest.
When Katrina wishes to be let in she pecks at the kitchen door, and
it is opened for her.


She looks around at first to see if all is right, and then hops on
the nest, where she sings to herself in a satisfied way.
One holiday the children arranged to play "Jack and the Bean-
But they must have the giant's hen that laid the golden egg.
So, when all was ready, little Isabelle carried Katrina in her arms,
and stood her down on the stage.
She looked around at the audience in a dignified manner, and then
walked to the nest,'and settled herself serenely.
In a few minutes she flew off with a triumphant cackle, and, lo, a
beautiful golden egg was left in the nest!
The play was so great a success that they had it repeated, and
Katrina acted her part just as well the second time, and seemed to
enjoy it as much as the children. Don't you think Katrina is quite
a wonderful little hen ?
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DowN in the meadow the cows are calling,
The robin's sweet song comes home from afar,
And the apple blooms softly are falling;
Little Boy Blue, how sleepy you are!

Over the hills gray shadows are creeping,
Swift to her nest the mother-bird flies;
Little Boy Blue, in my fond arms sleeping,
Cradled and soothed with tender lullabies,



Little Boy Blue, when the months
you number
Shall grow into years in your
life's young day,
You will scorn your sweet- baby-
hood's slhimber,
And boyhood's wild sports will
lure you away..

On your sweet lips I will press
softest kisses;
For still you are mine, though
years swiftly glide.
Little Boy Blue, the world' never
One from its ranks, -oh, then,
stay at my side'!



THE Adirondack region about the lodge where Wynan was staying
abounded in deer. His papa was anxious to shoot one, and arrange-
ments were made for camping )ut a few miles away, near a lake
where the deer were knowri to feed.
Wynan's brother Harry and uncle Jack were to be of the party,
and Wynan begged so hard to be allowed to go, too, that consent was
finally given. They arrived at the-camping-place late in the after-
noon. After pitching their tent and eating supper they sat around
the bright pine fire, while the guide ,told stories. Wynan himself
took a little nap on his papa's knee, in anticipation of his promised
evening on the lake.
At nine o'clock they started,-papa, Wynan, and the guide,-after
first smearing their faces and hands with a preparation of tar to pro-
tect them from the black flies, which were very troublesome. Wynan
thought it fine fun as he set off in the boat; but the guide did not
fancy taking out a little boy on a deer-hunt, for he was afraid that he
would talk or make some noise, and. thus spoil the sport. Wynan,
however, made all sorts of fair promises, and truly nobody could have
been stiller than he.
The guide paddled slowly along near the shore, and a lantern, with
sbirch-bark reflector, high up in the bow of the boat, sent its light


tr ahead over the water. In this way the persons in the boat could
not be seen by the deer, who came down at night to feed upon the
grass that grew in the water at the margin of the lake. The animals
could see only the bright light, and it seemed to dazzle them.
Papa's gun was in position, underneath the light, when, suddenly,
Wynan saw distinctly a deer, a short distance away, standing quite

still. Wynan was so excited that before he knew it he jerked papa's
arm, causing the gun to go off before papa had intended it should.
There was a sharp report, and- hen a great object leaped into the
boat, or tried to, nearly upsetting it. The deer had been wounded by
the shot, and had jumped, he knew not where; but, as it chanced,
into the very arms of his enemies. The guide put an end to the
animal's life, and they started back to the camp.
The next day Wynan ate venison steak for breakfast; and wasn't
mamma astonished when told that Wynan had helped to shoot a deeri
The antlers, which were fine ones, Wynan carried home with him.



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