Stories for mamma to read

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Stories for mamma to read
Hildibrand, Henri Théophile ( Illustrator )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Cooper, Alfred W ( Illustrator )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
S. W. Partridge & Co. (London, England) ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
New York
Thomas Nelson and Sons
S.W. Partridge and Co.
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 18 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1886 ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1886
Children's stories ( lcsh )
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York
England -- London
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Date of publication from inscription.
General Note:
Some illustrations by Hildibrand, Weir and AWC (Cooper).
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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LITTLE Jane wants to look into every-
thing. While her mother has left the
kitchen, she has taken off the saucepan-
lid, and is peeping in.
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A PLEASANT chat by the fireside we can
imagine this old couple are having. The
curtains are drawn, and the room is warm
and comfortable, and they sit side by side
in the firelight, talking over many things
which interest them both; for husband
and wife have lived many years together
now, and think alike on most subjects,
never disagreeing, and being always loving
and kind to one another. If we could hear
them now, what would their conversation
be about? Perhaps they are planning
some treat for their neighbours on New
Year's Day, for they are a kind old
couple; or it may be they are speaking
of their own grandchildren, and are
settling what gifts to send down to each
one, or talking about inviting some of
them to pay them a visit, and spend
Christmas with them.

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SOME one is ill in the house, and so the
musicians are asked not to play before it,
but to move on down the street. They
seem not quite to understand what is
said, but have left off playing, and are
listening to the young man. Music is
very agreeable when it is in good tune,
and we are quite well, but when we are
ill, it is very annoying. Remember that,
little reader; and when next mamma has
a bad headache and wants you not to
practise, be sure and obey her and keep
still. Some street music we hear is very
good indeed; and there are many clever
people who earn their living by singing
and playing as they go from street to
street. Music is one of the talents God
has given us, and we should take care ot
it, for it is a useful gift; but we should not
practise it to the annoyance of others.

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TIHE children look on with great admira-
tion for their father's cleverness, as with
knife and rule he carefully prepares the
cardboard, and then with skilful fingers
glues the pieces neatly together, to form
models of houses, churches, or schools.
It is one of these latter he is finishing
now; and they all think that the gentle-
man for whom it is being made must be
very hard to please if he is not satisfied
with this model of the schoolhouse he has
had lately built on his property. When
it is quite finished and set up under a
glass case, with a few little card figures of
children going to school, and perhaps
the master or mistress standing at the
door, the whole thing will be perfect; and
these children say that their father ought
to exhibit such beautiful models and gain
a prize for them as works of art.

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JAMES BADCOCK had an accident the
other day, and is now in bed from the
effects of it. He is patient and never
complains, but lies holding the hand of
his little son, who does what he can for
his father; and the neighbours (James's
wife is dead) come in and tidy up the
room, and do many things to help the
sick man. A neighbour is now standing
by his bed, and is asking him how he
feels, and what she can do for him; and
he answers gratefully that he wants no-
thing at present, and that his boy reads
as much as he can bear to hear, for his
head was injured by the accident, and it
pains him badly at times. Still he is
always glad to see his neighbours, and
thanks them for their kindness to him
now he is not able to work, and obliged
to depend on the care of others.

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WE all know what a glowworm is, with
its tiny light sparkling on the mossy bank,
during warm summer evenings; but we
can only imagine what it must be to see
the fire-flies, with their brilliant light,
darting about in the darkness of a tropical
forest, and making it bright as day. The
study of natural history is one which,
while it instructs and amuses us, also
makes us astonished at the numerous
animals, birds, and insects, which God has
placed on this earth; and we can only look
up to Him and say, 0 Lord, how mani-
fold are Thy works in wisdom hast Thou
made them all." Everything has its use
if we only knew it, and perhaps enjoys
life as much as we do; therefore let ug not
take the life of any creature unnecessarily,
nor give pain to any living thing if we
can help it.

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POMPEY'S master is a gardener, and when,
as is sometimes the case, he is too busy
to come home to his dinner, his wife packs
it up in a basket, calls Pompey, and bids
him take it safely to his master. The
good dog quite understands what is said,
and carries it carefully, never stopping till
he lays the basket at his master's feet:
then he wags his tail, and sitting down,
watches the dinner being eaten, occasion-
ally getting a morsel himself. When this
is over, he takes the empty basket, and
returns to his mistress; and although he
has many friends among the dogs of the
village, he never stops to speak to them
when he has charge of the basket, evidently
knowing that trust is reposed in him, and
that he must not prove himself unworthy
of it by loitering on the road or losing his
master's dinner.

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"WHAT! a fish build a nest! I thought
only the birds did that? Oh, no many
other creatures besides birds do that; but
there are not so many fishes who do it;
here is one, however, who makes a round
nest of the water weeds, and lays her eggs
inside it; and though she does not sit on
them and hatch them like a bird, she
watches over their safety, and would be
very angry if any other fish came up to
see what was going on. Some English
fish, called sticklebacks, build nests in
which their young are reared; but the
fish in the picture is called The Gou-
rami," and is found in China and in the
islands of the Indian Archipelago. It has
also been imported to the Cape of Good
Hope and Australia. It ranks very high
as an article of food. Fishes are an inte-
rest;ng study.

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A PRETTY group this royal mother and
her baby boy make; the little rosy-
cheeked fellow has been clamorous for a
ride, and his loving mother indulges
him; and we can imagine them now
resting after a run in the garden. It is
shady and cool under this tree, and both
are glad of the shelter. Hlow happy they
look; you can see they love each other
dearly, and are rejoiced to be alone, away
from all restraint of state and ceremony,
just amusing themselves in a simple
manner, in their country home. When
the boy grows up, he will look back to
the days spent thus happily together, and
repay by thoughtful care-as sons should
always repay-the love of the mother
who cared for and watched over him as
none other could; or joined in his games,
and played with him merrily.



A VISIT to the Zoological Gardens is
generally a great treat; there are so many
strange animals and beautiful birds to be
seen that the children hardly know which
they like best. Agnes thinks the zebra
is the handsomest animal there; little
Kate would like to carry away a small
tiger as a pretty plaything; but Claud
says the lion is the one he admires most;
and he makes the party stand a long time
before the cage in which the great beast is
confined. Kate is rather afraid, but
mamma tells her he cannot get loose, and
there is also a strong iron bar to prevent
visitors from going too near. The lion
looks a fierce creature, and would be a
dreadful foe if we met him wild in the
garden, for he could kill us in a moment;
but in a cage he is safe enough, and will
only shake his shaggy mane at us

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ARTISTS are very fond of painting scenes
and people from foreign lands, and a
bright-eyed little fellow like the Italian
before us makes a good painter's model,
lie is quite accustomed to having his
portrait taken, and will sit quietly in the
position wished for by the artist. His
curly brown hair, dark face, and black
eyes will look well on canvas, and so will
his dress, which is different from that
worn by our country boys. His home is
among the vineyards in the south of
Italy, and as he leads out his father's
goats to browse on the mountain grass,
he plays on his pipe to cheer his solitude;
for hours may pass by without any one
coming his way, travellers, unless it be
artists in search of a subject for their
brushes, being scarce. But he looks a
happy boy, and is contented with his life.

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ALL the girls crowded round Maria when
she brought her new doll into the school-
room. "She is so pretty," said one.
" Her dress is rich," said another.
"What shall you call her?" asked a
third. May I hold her just one minute?"
entreated a fourth-and so on. Maria
thought the best name to give her would
be Bella," because she really was so
beautiful, and she knew that belle in
French meant beautiful, and Bella must
of course be the English word; so that
question was answered. She was quite
willing the other girls should hold the
doll; and then opening the box, she showed
them the rest of dolly's wardrobe, con-
sisting of a straw hat and feather, a lace
scarf, a silk mantle, and a white muslin
dress for evening wear, trimmed with
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THIS strange sight has been seen by
travellers in tropical countries, but I dare-
say you cannot make it out at first. Well,
what do you think the bridge is made of?
Why, live monkeys; and it is done in
this way. A steady old monkey climbs
to the edge of a bough, and clinging on
by his tail, stretches out his full length;
monkey number two creeps over him, and
catching him round the body, stretches
himself out. Then monkey number three
does the same, clinging on to the second
one; and this goes on till the opposite
shore is reached. Then all the other
monkeys, who want to cross the river
without wetting their feet, walk over this
living bridge, and when all are safe across,
the bridge untwists itself, beginning from
the further end, and the whole troop of
monkeys disappear into the forest.


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BOUND apprentice to the village shoe-
maker, Arthur is industriously learning
his trade, hoping that one day he may be
able to keep a shop himself. It is hard
work making shoes, for the leather is
tough, and strength is required to draw
the seams closely together; but Arthur
never minds that, and is already, his
master says, one of his best workmen.
To be diligent in business, of whatever
sort it may be, is our duty, and we should
go on doing our best always. Arthur
knows this, and will be sure to succeed.
He likes a game of play as well as other
boys, but never lets it interfere with
his work; he does that first, and then
enjoys his freedom all the more, from
feeling that he has done his day's duty,
and satisfied his master, who is very kind
and considerate to his young apprentice.

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EVERY bright day during the winter, Flora
and Reggie go out with nurse for a walk.
They are both well wrapped up with warm
cloth jackets and fur, and Reggie, who is
too young to walk far, rides in his carriage.
Flora takes the muff which grandmamma
gave her, and it keeps her little fingers
warm; but when they cross the road she
always holds nurse by the hand, for fear
of a cart or carriage coming suddenly
round the corner before she has time to
get out of the way. Nurse, who is very
fond of her little charges, talks to Flora
as they walk along, and together they will
look for flowers when the spring comes,
and Flora then will carry a basket to put
primroses in, instead of taking her muff,
and by that time Reggie will be old enough
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WHO feels the greatest pleasure, the
children who come laden with the welcome
Christmas gifts, or the old woman who
receives them ? How very pleased she is,
when, on opening the door, she sees the
little girls and their nurse carrying baskets
and bundles, and hears them say, We
wish you a happy Christmas, Mrs. Potter,
and bring you these presents from papa
and mamma." Then she asks them in,
and the baskets are unpacked; and out
comes a piece of beef and a plum pudding
for Christmas dinner; some tea and sugar,
a pot of jam, and a warm shawl, which
mamma has knitted with her own fingers,
and which Mrs. Potter has to put on at
once, because the children want to see
how it looks. They would stay a long
time in the cottage, but nurse says it is
cold, and they must not be out late.

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WINTER has come; all the leaves are oft
the trees; the ground is covered with
snow, and the poor little birds don't know
where to get food. The old people like to
sit by the fire, and when obliged to go out,
likethe old woman in the picture, theyhurry
home again; but the boys don't hurry
home from school-not they. Snowballing
is such a nice amusement, they think;
and whenthe snow is deep enough, making
a huge snowball much bigger than them-
selves is delightful. They don't then
mind cold fingers and blue noses, but
work away as industriously as bees, until
the great mass of firm snow is set up in
some corner, where it may remain until
the spring comes, if the cold weather and
the snowball last as long as each other.
How black the now white-looking snow
will be by the time winter is over!


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BERTIE and Ethel, living in the country,
have fewer toys than many children; so
when their uncle came yesterday from
town to see them, and brought them each
a present, they were delighted. Every-
body has been shown these wonderful new
toys; and finding no fresh people indoors
to admire them, the children have gone
to the farmyard, and Bertie kindly offers
old Mr. Parsons, the carpenter, a ride
on his horse! Mr. Parsons smiles, and
says he might as well try to get into
Ethel's carriage;" and Ethel, thinking he
means it, says, quite seriously, that she
cannot take her doll out of the carriage;
and as she is afraid there is not room for
two people, he had much better ride
Bertie's horse. But the old man laughs
at this, and tells them he has no time for
riding, he must attend to his work.

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MRS. RABBIT and her four little ones
have come out for an evening stroll in
search of supper, for although they live
far away from houses, they are so very
shy that they rarely venture out in the
daytime for fear of meeting people. Evi-
dently Mrs. Rabbit thinks that no one
can see her children without falling in
love with their bright eyes and soft brown
fur, and so she keeps them close to her
side, lest she should lose one of them.
And when she is out on the hillside where
the grass and thyme are so fragrant, she
looks round sharply, ready to fly at a
moment's notice. Something is wrong
now, for the little ones have been called
back from their gambols; and if their
mother says, Run, dears, run," they will
bound off, and in an instant go down the
hole in that sandbank opposite.

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" REALLY, Mrs. Colley, you should keep
your children quieter; they make so much
noise we can scarcely hear ourselves speak,
and we came in on purpose to ask after
your health." Much obliged, ma'am, I
am sure, for your politeness: I feel very
much better. My little ones are certainly
rather noisy; but I like to see them enjoy
themselves, and they are very good-
tempered ; and considering there are six
of them, I really have not much trouble
with my family. Indeed, when I look at
my neighbour, Mrs. Hen, and see how dis-
tressed she is at times; because her little
ones run into the long grass, and she
cannot leave her coop, I think myself
fortunate in having such obedient chil-
dren ; for I do assure you, my dear ma'am,
that my family have no faults except noise,
and that will pass as they get older."

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BERTHA is decidedly a cross child; she
does not like any one to touch her play-
things, and was getting quite angry with
her little cousin Rachel for taking hold of
her doll, when the two were at play this
afternoon. Rachel looked so pleasant all
the time, and offered her own doll in ex-
change; but Bertha pulled dolly's frock
out of her cousin's hand, and said, so
crossly, I don't want you to touch my
doll; I won't let you have it," that Rachel
gave up to her, and sat down on her little
stool and played with her own smaller
doll, talking to it, and telling it she would
not get angry like Bertha. And I think
she was very glad when nurse came in
and said it was time for Rachel to go
home. So Rachel said "good night,"
and went home, and was soon fast asleep
herself in bed.

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THE bright spring days are here, and the
garden is not dug up properly. Come,
Robert, you and James must dig; Annie
shall rake the borders after you ; and little
Florence can bring the watering-pot and
water the seeds and plants, which we
must put in before we leave off work. It
will never do for us to have an untidy
garden, when those of the neighbours look
so neat and orderly. And besides, unless
we sow seeds in the spring, we shall have
no flowers in summer time, and that
would be a pity, for we all like the bright
flowers. Well, children, you are diligent
gardeners; and to-morrow we will have
the grass mowed and the lawn swept,
and then we shall all find it pleasant,
when the weather is a little warmer, to sit
on the seat under the birch-tree and watch
the growth of the seeds we have planted.

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"DEAR, oh, dear! what shall. I do? I
can't get down." And Lucy began to
cry; and certainly it was enough to make
her; for, poor little girl, there was she, on
a branch of a tree, too far from the ground
to jump down, and afraid to go back the
way she came. She had climbed up at
the suggestion of Charlie, because he
said, Oh, nonsense; come along; why
shouldn't girls climb a tree as well as
boys. Look how easy it is; you have
only got to follow me." Charlie then had
got safely down, and didn't quite see how
to manage it. All he said was, Well, I
think you had better stop where you are
till I get a man and a ladder to take you
down." And Lucy, in a great fright, re-
mains on the tree, waiting for the ladder;
and she says, when once safe on the
ground, she will not climb again.

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How pleasant to wake in the morning
and find mother bending over the bed
ready to kiss her darlings directly they
open their eyes The little cheeks are
rosy with sleep, and the hair is all rumpled;
but mother thinks her children never look
so pretty as when she first sees and gives
them her morning kiss. The little ones
return their mother's love, patting her
cheeks with their soft hands, and talking
in baby language, which she seems to
understand, and they all have a merry
game of play together until it is really
time to get dressed, or they will all be too
late for breakfast. As father has to go
to his work, and the elder brothers and
sisters to the village school, that would
not do at all; so the games must be left
until to-morrow morning, when the same
thing-will be repeated over again.

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HIGH up in the tree tops the wood-pigeons
gather a large store of dry sticks, and on
this rough nest the mother hatches her
young. Meanwhile, her mate, sitting on
a bough above her watching lest danger
should come to his home, utters his
plaintive note, and though all he says is
"coo, coo, coo," it seems to give both
birds pleasure, for it is repeated constantly,
and is one of the most frequent woodland
sounds we hear as we rest on a summer
day beneath the shady trees. Like his
relative, the tame pigeon, our woodland
friend is very fond of both grain and peas;
and when he lives in great flocks the
farmers of the neighbourhood complain
that he makes great havoc with their
crops, and they have to watch the fields
until the seeds come up, or they might
.find all their labour lost.

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"YES," says Mr. Thrush; I really am
glad that my work is completed. This
will be the last bit of wood I need fetch ;
and let me tell you the journeys to and
from the wood-yard to pick up enough
rotten wood to line this nest have been so
many that I really am weary of it." "And
did you make it all by yourself, Mr.
Thrush." Oh, no, my little boy, I had
my wife's help; but still we both found it
hard work to get together so much material,
and we have often been on the wing from
morning till night, and have hardly had
time for anything." Ah! that is why
you have been so silent, I suppose; I
thought I had not heard your song lately."
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reason; but if you are passing this way
again in the course of a week or so, you
will rr:bably hear me singi.ig."


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HERBERT'S sister Mabel, whom he dearly
loved, was ill all the winter, and could
not, even when spring came, go out to
gather the flowers she was so fond of ; so
her brother did it for her; and how pleased
he was when he found the first blossom
to give to his sick sister. She was lying
in bed when he ran in with it, and she
looked, he thought, almost as white as
the snowdrop he held in his hand, and he
hoped the doctor was right in saying that
she might recover when the warm summer
days came; for he was so fond of this his
only sister; he thought if she died he must
die also. Ethel thanked him for his kind-
ness in bringing her the first snowdrop
she had seen, and she made him look at it
and see how beautifully it was made, with
delicate green lines pencilling the pure
white leaves of the flower.


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"HUSH! come softly, and stand under
the tree and listen. Yes; Mr. Thrush has
kept his word, and is singing merrily, as
he told you he should probably do when
we saw him nest-building. He is singing
to cheer Mrs. Thrush as she sits on her
eggs." I don't see Mrs. Thrush." "No;
we cannot see her from below; but if we
were high enough to look closer, we should
see her little head just peeping over the
edge of the nest. But do not talk, or we
shall disturb the songster, and that would
be a pity, for his notes are so rich and full
of melody. Keep still for five minutes."
" Oh, the song is over what a pity, why
did he stop?" "You cannot expect him
to go on for ever, his little throat would
be tired. And, dear me, look at my
watch; why, it is six o'clock, and quite
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"THE Red Lion" inn is having a new
sign-board painted, and many are the re-
marks made while the artist shows his
skill in design and colour. A gentleman
who has stopped to look seems struck
with the work, and it may lead to some
employment, for he is a rich man, and
would like his favourite horse painted to
hang on his dining-room wall. Many an
artist has begun his life in no higher
branch of art than this one; but by doing
his best whatever the subject, he has got
on till his pictures have made him famous.
That is the true secret of success, do
everything well-" Do it with thy might,"
Solomon says-and then you cannot,
if you have perseverance combined with
industry, help getting on in your business
or profession, however humble it be.
Be sure to pray for God's blessing.


HERO is a retriever; and his mistress, to
whom he is much attached, is proud of
the tricks he can show off when she has
visitors to see her. He will hold a stick
in his mouth, catch bread off his nose, sit
up in different attitudes, and wait with a
biscuit on the table before him, until
his mistress says "paid for," when he
instantly gobbles it up. There is no
doubt whatever in his mistress's mind
that Hero is a very clever dog indeed; and
she takes care to tell everybody that it is
all taught him by kindness; for she is par-
ticularly fond of animals and would not,
on any account, have them harshly treated,
saying that they have feelings just as we
have,, and know when they do wrong,
and it is unjust to be cross with them
when they have not offended us." Hero's
mistress knows the power of kindness.


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COME back, my little lad, and do not try
to catch that poor butterfly. Let it have
its liberty. If you take it, you will so
injure it that it will never fly again.

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