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Title: Faithful Fritz and other stories
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Title: Faithful Fritz and other stories
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Language: English
Creator: Nims & Knight ( Publisher )
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Place of Publication: Troy N.Y
Publication Date: [1888?]
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Children's stories -- 1888   ( lcsh )
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Believer in child religion, and her books deserve a place in every Sunday-School and
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S Price, $l25. II is intended to present in strong contrast thedifference between living in accordance ^*1 '.-/::
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many that can be given in its behalf. The tone of the srory is healthy, and the moral "4:_*
bPAims to show the Ugliness of Pride and the Value and Beauty of Love. R
OB^' NhIE9 One of the most delightful children's stories which we have read for a long time.-
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Aims to draw a contrast between a character of the strictest honor
Dq RJFIK&l and one vacillating, selfish, and dishonest. l er a th
Drifting and Steering" This is the initial volume of a series of stories to be know
best writers tfor children in this country. Her Little Captain" and Helps over ard
Places thge woofeviden of a thorosuggesive ile h dge author has wonature. Lynde Palmer is a firm

serwiceable to young weavers, busy at the loom of life.- Phllddifkhia Age.
e likever in child religion, and strength of characer in every Sunday-School a mi ndged
and mischievous bo. ATm ny r/.
It is intended to Palmer ent i well known to our jueaste d r s for the great excelleordance

4 Hc $i.25.her contributions to our children's column. d wrong. -erJ aist. Lo^is C* la.a.e.
WPrice, The character of Carman is capitally drawn and AuntAnn is he mot effective true st
some n thatures an be given amusingly its beha. The tne the story is hea and the moral
admirably drawn. Homejowrn/.

Aims to show the ugliness of Pride and the v alue and b eauty of Love.the
NE One of the most delightful children's stories which we have read for a long time. -
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that suffereth long. and is kind-is the aim of e volume which the author now lae.

"May it be of some small service in helping them to discern the enemy's threads and
Into choose the woof right a shuttlestive that the webs may be woven after the fair patterwh will behich

alone can find acceptance at the beautiful gates of the King's palace." *''W1
I, se iceabime to warn the ythf reader against the loomhadow ngerf life. P Ae.
e it of the manlbest series fo r th e youngthat we have read. There are few growut in a misjudgedrsons
and mischievous boy. Ad'uiv'1,]ntrnai.
nde Palmer will knowfail to be interesud in it.the great exceence of
er contributions Archie, at last adren's a Christian, getting his il d der his
MPrice, $1.25. The character of Carman is capitally drawn, and Aunt Ann is a sketch too true to
some natures and amusingly Thumb wight scattered crumbs, texts of Scripture, by which
o find show the ugliness f father's house; and honest, winsome, natural Betine, sadly
that suffereth long. and is kind' is the aim of the volume which the author now laV
before the young weavers, busy at the looms of Life.
"May it be of some small service in helping them to discern the enemy's threads and
perplexed to choose th e right shuttles, that the r y l overs; and rollicking Bob th qair patterceptions wh
and unconcerned accepwitticisms; at the beautiful gates of the King's l le Phrisee; and
Aims to warn the youthful reader against the Shadow Anger. "
Another of the famous and truly magnetic "M[agnet Stories." Conregatiamali.st
One of the best stories for the young that we have read. There are few grown persons
Here Priis Archie at last as a Christian, getting his evil shadow, a bad temper, under his
S V O feet and little Hop o' my Thumb" with scattered crumbs, texts of Scripture, by which
to find his way'back to his father's house; and honest, winsome, natural BPettine, sadly
j'Jjr W perplexed to choose between her tgy lovers; and rollicking Bob with quick perceptions 3:,21
and unconcerned witticisms; and Adeline, the prim patronizing little Pharisee; and
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ing choice and enjoyable reading. -Albany Evening journal.
Lynde Palmer writes charming books. Congregationalist.
p Aims to show the insufficiency of anything but true love to God, working out in un-
iiN [/I[L 0 selfish love to man, to satisfy the longings of the human heart for happiness, even
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Faithful Fritz.

AN UNFORTUNATE NAME. rattling over the paved streets with a deafening noise;
CIIARLES II. was much troubled with the number and now and then a soldier, in his bright blue coat,
of people who waited on him with petitions, and would go past, looking very proud of himself; or a
at last he ordered them to cease. Soon afterwards peasant, in a short plaited petticoat and print jacket,
came a man from Taunton with another petition. and a little black cap on her head, and heavy shoes
'Sir,' said the angry king, how dare you deliver on her feet, would pass with just such another cart as
me such a paper that which Fritz drew, only Nicolas never thought any
Sir,' said the petitioner, my name is Dare.' dog was equal to Fritz. And when every one had gone
lie paid for his conduct and his answer by fine and home to dinner, Nicolas had still the blue hills beyond
imprisonment. A. R. B. the trees, at the end of the street, to look at, and the
row of houses opposite to him with their green
venetian blinds, and balconies full of geraniums.
.t PAITHFUL FRITZ. At five o'clock he used to harness Fritz, pack up
his remaining vegetables, and set off home.
ICOLAS MULLER was a German One afternoon in July, when the sun was still high
peasant-boy, and he lived alone with and the weather was very hot, he had sold all his
his grandmother in the iii .- of goods earlier than usual, and by four o'clock he was
i Kdnigstein. She was very old and on his way to Kanigstein. A cloud of dust was raised
very deaf, and spent nearly all her by the little cart, and it covered Fritz's face, and made
time in warming herself by the stove him sneeze, but nevertheless he followed his master
S and knitting coarse socks for her bravely.
grandson to wear. Frau Miiller's Nicolas was eating a piece of sour brown bread,
house was one of the smallest in the but he did not forget his friend, and gave him bits
place, and she was very poor. She every now and then. Fritz watched for them eagerly;
S could earn no money herself, and all but lie never asked for anything, as some dnr would
they had to live on was earned by Nicolas, who have done, for he knew very well that N. .1 had
went to IIomnburg three times a-week to sell the not much for himself.
vegetables which grew in their garden. After they had left the white dusty road, and were
He had one friend in the world besides his grand- in the shade of the trees, Nicolas told Fritz that he
mother, and that friend was a large yellow-coated might rest a little; and the dog lay down and
dog, with a dark face and soft, sad, brown eyes. forgot even to snap at the flies, he was so hot and
Fritz was not a handsome dog: he worked very hard, tired.
and had very little to eat, and so he looked shaggy, The boy had chosen a lovely place for the halt,
and thin, and dejected. Nicolas and Fritz used to go although he did not think much more about the
to Homburg together, Fritz drawing the cart which loveliness than Fritz, who was half asleep. The air
held the vr.t-hle" and his master v .il.:.. in front. was clear and cool; the sun shone softly through
Whatever Ni....I had for his own dinner he always the trees; grasshoppers chirped on every side; the
shared it with the faithful dog; but neither had as ground was covered with short, fine turf, and ferns
much as they would have liked, and they were often and wild flowers; and in the distance the houses
nearly as hungry when their meal was finished as of Frankfort could be dimly seen,.and behind again
when they began it. But they never complained, for were the blue hills, looking bright and clear in the
they had brave hearts, and expected to be hungry warm air.
and tired every day. The breeze blew away Nicolas's tired fpolij., and
It was ten miles from K:L.. -i-1i, to Homburg, and he skipped and jumped about, quite f..!,-tr 11. that
that was a long walk for N. .1. and for Fritz too; he had a seven miles' walk before him. There was a
for he had the heavy cart rumbling and i 1;,.. after little ditch not more than a yard wide, and he
him. First, they went through the dark forest, with amused himself jumping backwards and forwards
its rows of straight pine-trees standing as I. -l.ily i. over this. But he did this once too often, for hardly
soldiers on parade; and when the tree .:.. r- 1. It had he cleared it the third time, than he caught his
behind they had to traverse some three miles of a foot in a bilberry-bush, and fell into the stony
white dusty road, with hedgeless fields on each side. ditch. He tried to get up, but when he moved the
The red roofs of Homburg and the Castle rising high pain was so great that (brave little man though he
above them were a welcome sight to the tired was) lie could not help crying out. No one heard
travellers, him but Fritz, and he ran up, dragging the lumbering
Nicolas began business as soon as he reached the cart after him. He saw something was amiss but he
town. He took up his station on the shady side of did not know what to do, so he licked his master's
the principal street, arranged his vegetables, and hand with his rough tongue, and looked the sorrow
waited for customers, which he could not speak.
Fritz, meanwhile, glad to be released from the 'This is unlucky,' said little Nicolas, and so far
harness, lay down beside him and dozed, but never from home too; and such a lonely place, no one will
seemed so fast asleep as not to open his bright eyes pass by for hours, if then. But you will stay with
and look at every one who came to buy. me, Fritz: we have often been hungry before.'
Nicolas, although he was often hungry, used to Fritz sat down by Nicolas, evidently ( ji--.. ii' the
enjoy the long days in that bright little town. There boy to get up; and when he made no movement
were so many grandly-dressed ladies and gentlemen Fritz patted him gravely with his paw, as if to warn
walking up and down; there were so many carriages him that it was I ..- late.

'I can't get up, old Fritz, I have hurt my foot: I 'I will follow you, my boy, never fear,' said Johann;
cannot stand.' 'if only you will take me straight.'
Again the gentle paw was raised, and the dog Fritz looked up into Johann's eyes, and then set off
rubbed his head against Nicolas's hand. at a sober pace on the return journey. He did not
'I don't know what you want, Fritz; we shall run from side to side and gambol about, but he kept
have to stop here all night.' steadily on as if life were a very serious thing to him;
But Fritz did not seem inclined to stop there all which indeed it was. Sometimes he looked back at
night. He gave Nicolas a farewell paw and set off at a Johann, who came striding after him.
trot in the direction of Kinigstein. In vain Nicolas Fritz led Johann by a very direct path, but
called; Fritz did turn his head, but he did not go back; before they reached the place where he left
ratherhe quickened his speed, and was soon out of sight. Nicolas it was getting dark among the pines, and
If Nicolas shed some tears when the dog was gone, the wind was making mournful music high up in
it was not only from the pain in his foot. the branches.
Fritz had a great business to perform, and he was At last Fritz bounded forward with a bark of
quite too full of it to heed his master's voice. The delight, and Johann saw what seemed to him to be a
cart was heavy, and the poor fellow was tired, and bundle of rags lying in the path.
hungry, and thirsty; but he got over the seven long He soon found that it was Nicolas, but the poor
miles as quickly as his tired feet would carry him. boy was insensible from pain and hunger. Johann
He met a few peasants going home from their work, got some water from the brook and dashed it over
but if they called to him he only ran the faster, him, while faithful Fritz never moved from his
By six o'clock the little art was rattling along the master's side.
quiet street of K nigstein, startling the pigeons who Nicolas opened his eyes after a while and sat up,
were pecking about, and bringing the German house- and seeing Fritz he remembered what had happened
wives to their doors to wonder where that 'lazy and said,-
Nicolas' could be that his faithful Fritz had come 'Fritz, old boy! you won't leave me?'
home before him. That he won't,' said Johann's cheerful voice; 'and
Fritz went straight to his own door and scratched no more will I until I have you safe at home. What
loudly with his paws, but Frau Miller heard him no has happened to you ?'
more than she heard the soft summer wind which It's my leg,' said Nicolas, sitting up and looking
was blowing round the house. She sat clicking her about him. 'I can't stand on it, but I don't know
knitting-needles with the sunlight falling on her what is the matter with it.'
through the vine-leaves outside the window, and Johann soon found out that it was broken.
making a f:l. k. i- ,_ .11 ii. .1 pattern all over her dress. 'I shall have to carry you home. It's lucky you
Fritz at last grew tired of watching the handle of are not much of a weight.'
the door with his wistful eyes, and seeing a villager IIe lifted Nicolas up very carefully and carried him
pass he went to him and stood before him wagging all the way home, although he sometimes found it a
his tail. heavy load up the hills.
'Get away, you brute!' said the man, angrily; and It was a long time before Nicolas could go to
Fritz slunk back with a sad heart. Homburg again, and before the time came his poor
After a time Johann Humbert came up the street old grandmother was dead and he was left quite alone
whistling, and saw poor Fritz standing dejectedly at in the world. The neighbours were very good to him,
the door. but he did not like to be a burden to them, and the
'What is Nicolas thinking of,' he said, 'to leave first day he felt equal to the journey he filled the
the dog in the cart so long, and without any supper little cart with vegetables and harnessed Fritz. He
too ?' was very tired when he reached Iomburg, and a
And then he came up and patted Fritz, who looked kind man who passed him saw his white face and
delighted and licked his hands. Johann lifted the took pity on him.
handle of the door and went in. Why, my little fellow, where have you been this
'Here is Fritz, mother, waiting for his supper, six weeks?'
Where is Nicolas all this time ?' Nicolas told his story; and the man patted Fritz
The old woman heard not a word, so Johann and called him a hero, and then said,--
altered his question. 'Ten miles is a long way for you to walk; how
Where is Nicolas ?' he said, shouting in her deaf would you like to live here always?'
ears. After that Nicolas did not go very often to
'Fritz come home without little Nicolas? The Konigstein again. His new friend was an innkeeper
boy is hurt somewhere in the forest! If I were ten and he took the boy to help in the kitchen. After a
years younger I would run myself, Johann, but I'm while he was promoted to a suit of black clothes,
old and can't stir. Surely the dog will guide you and became a handy little waiter. Fritz lived in the
to where my boy is ? He is as sensible as many a garden of the hotel, and many were the kind words
man.' he got from visitors; but he never seemed very
'Don't be unhappy; I will go and look for him, happy (I think his spirits were broken by the troubles
whether the dog comes or no: but first I will un- of his young days), except when Nicolas passed him
harness the poor fellow.' and pitted his head and said, Good old Fritz !' and
Fritz jumped about quite gaily when he was then Fritz would jump up and lick his master's hand,
released from the harness, and took hold of Johann's and follow him with his loving brown eyes.
coat and tried gently to drag him out of the house. C. A. T.

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earnestly cautioned us against. He got into disgrace
BILLY BOOSEY'S early, and more than once, before he was twenty,
DONKEY. was Johnny taken off to the county jail. When he
found his character was altogether gone, and he
ILLY BOOSEY was a quaint old could get no work, he tried his hand at being a
man, who lived at the corner of the soldier. He was not in the army long. Drink was
Common years ago, when I was a his ruin, and at last was his death. He died in the
lad, and while he was ready to turn hospital from injuries received in a drunken quarrel.
his hands to all kinds of work, he It is many a long year since we used to play to-
mainly depended for his livelihood gether on that Common, but I often have those days
upon the produce of a small garden brought to mind, for I never see a youth spending
and the money he could earn by his time at street corners and associating with bad
means of a donkey and cart. Billy companions without thinking of the old man's words
treated his donkey as kindly as it about it being easier to start than to stop. And some-
was possible; and although he could afford neither times, as I notice how such a one goes from bad to
to buy corn for it nor to keep it in a grand stable, worse, I think to myself, 'Poor fellow! I am
the animal was always in good condition, and would afraid he has started off on Billy Boosey's donkey.
draw a heavy load behind him, or carry one on his
back at a capital speed. We juveniles paid many a
penny for a ride on Billy Boosey's donkey.
One (lay Neddy's unwillingness to go' amounted ALWAYS LEARNING.
fairly to obstinacy; and when Johnny White had ASTE not your precious hours in play-
paid his penny and mounted in gleeful anticipation, Nought can recall life's morning
not a step would Neddy budge. The seeds now sown will cheer your way;
'Make him go, Billy,' was the cry. The ow sown will cheer your way
Thus urged, Billy shouted, whistled, and flourished 'The Wise' are always learning.
his arms and clapped his hands, but all in vain: only Nor think, when all school days are o'er,
when the stick was applied pretty vigorously did You've bid adieu to learning;
Neddy condescend to start. And when he did go, Life's deepest lessons are in store;
he did go-as people say-at full speed across the The Meek' are always learning.
Common, boys, Billy, and all, shouting at his heels.
It was rare fun. When, strong in hope, you first launch forth,
Presently Johnny White began to feel uncom- A name intent on earning,
fortable. Neddy was going at full speed toward the Scorn not the voice of age and worth;
big pond, and not the slightest use was it for Johnny The Great' are always learning.
to pull with all his might at the reins. The cry now
was, Stop him, Billy Make him stop!' When right and wrong within you strive,
To this Billy could only reply, as he came panting And passions fierce are burning,
along far in the rear, 'Pull, Johnny !-pull!' Oh, then you'll know how, while they live,
The catastrophe came at last. flushing full tilt to 'The Good' are always learning.
the edge of the pond, Neddy there came suddenly to
a standstill, and over went Johnny splash into the
water. A pretty picture he looked, I can tell you, A MASTER OF TWENTY-EIGHT
when we pulled him out!
Just as we had done so Billy Boosey came panting LANGUAGES.
up, and was assailed on all hands with,' Why didn't T
youstop him? I her of famous men who have, made themselves
'Boys,' said Billy, as soon as he could recover her of favem xus m o have md themut all
breath enough to speak-' Boys, I could make him masters of five, six, or even sevi',1 l1-m,'n-" ; but all
,o, but I couldn't make him stop. And do you mind, tes a lft f hied amounted to no less than
youngsters, as you go through life, do not get into conquests in this field amounted to no less than
bad habits, for it will be easier to start than to stop. twenty-eight. Of eight of these languages he had a
Especially take care what sort o company you keep. tor h crLatin, F renh, talian, Sanscrit raic an
Fight shy of lads that swear and smoke and tell lies Greek, Latin, French, Italian, Sanscrit, Arabic, and
and drink If you get started there, yoll maybe Persian. In reading eight other languages it was but
and drink. If you get started there, you'll maybe l hadtoopen the dictionary. These
find yourselves shot over into a deeper pond than rarely that he had to open the dictionary. These
that you've fished Johnny White out of.' were Hebrew, Runic, German, Spanish, Portugese,
They were simple words, but the old man's advice Turkish, Hindostanee, and Bengalee. Finally, he
was good, and many of us, I doubt not, remembered had a -od -cquaintance with twelve other tongues,
it long after. viz.--"\. 1.1 Swedish, Dutch, Chinese, Tibetian,
We took Johnny home, and he was put to bed Pali, Phalavi, Devi, Russian, Coptic, Ethiopic, and
but lie had a terrible bad cold after his famous ride Syriac. With how many more languages Sir Vll-
and bath. He is dead now, poor fellow! As lie iam Jones would have acquaintedd himself had he
grew up he took no heed to Billy's counsel, but been spared for a long life it is impossible to say.
seemed never so happy as when he could getwith He died at the age of forty-eight. A. R. B.
those who delighted to do just what the old man so


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T HE farmer's daughter rides to town Oh, what wonders love can do!
SOn Robin Hood, her own dear pony, It can even charm a pony:
Through the lanes, now up, now down, Make him good and patient too,
Over paths, now smooth, now stony. Though his path be hard and stony.

He knows his mistress is so good Let us love each living thing,
That, when her hand the rein is guiding, Let us kindly feel for sorrow;
Willingly goes Robin Hood Take from grief its sharpest sting,
Without the need of any chiding. And cheer it with a brighter morrow.
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He knows his mistress is so good Let us love each living thing,
That, when her hand the rein is guiding, Let us kindly feel for sorrow;
Willingly goes Robin Hood Take from grief its sharpest sting,
Without the need of any chiding. And cheer it with a brighter morrow.
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THE BLIND BASKET-WEAVER. It would have sunk me in despair.
For, boys, believe me when I say,
SOU ask me, boys, to tell my tale, That busy folk alone are gay.
a The simple story of my life,
When I was young and light of heart, But now, how can I further go?
And never thought of care or strife. To tell my tale, I scarce can try;
Fourteen years old was I, when light The fever came within our town,
Was taken from me in a night. And Philip was the first to die.
We tried our best his life to save,
How well can I recall that day! And then we laid him in the grave.
That summer day so sweet and fair,
That found me light of heart and ay, But I have learned a deal since then,
And left me filled with blank despair: That helps me bear my heavy load;
Oh I what a day it was to me, I've learned, that all my grief and cars
The last on which these eyes could see! Was portioned out for me by God
And if we let Him hold our hand,
It was the Queen's birth-day, and I He'll lead us to the better land.
Had gone with brother Philip, down
At night when it was turning dark, Well, here I am. A indly dame
To see the fireworks in the town. Who all my trouble well could guess,
The summer wind blew fresh and free, She took me in, for Christ's dear sake,
And oh, the world was sweet to me! And sheltered me in my distress.
I am not idle as you see
And yet we both were orphan lads, For idle ways don't suit with me.
With none on whom we had a hold;
Both parents lay beneath the sod, Her only son was dead, and she
When we were boys of five years old. Was lik- myself, lone-hearted, sad;
And we were twins, as all could tell; It seemed to please her kindly soul
And oh, we loved each other well! To cheer me up, and make me glad.
A wA mother's love I never knew;
That night the fireworks were so grand, But she has been so kind and true.
They lighted up the earth and learned to weave the ner kind
When, suddenly, I heard a crash- I learned to weave the finer kind
I fell, I scarce could tell why Of baskets, that the ladies buy,
I fell, I scarce could tell you why And soon my hands were full of work,
But, kindly people crowded round, And all our days go cheerfully.
And lifted me from off the ground. And who so happy now as we,
They bore me gently to my home, This kindly-hearted dame and me ?
And laid me down upon the bed. Now, boys, my tale is told; but still
'Poor boy! he'll never see again' There's something more I wish to say:
These were the words the Doctor said. Thees s thn mor I wish to say:
A uivering hand took hold of me, Be always thankful for your sight;
But who it was I could notf me, And don't forget each day to pray
But who it was I could not see ; That God would make you gentle, kind,
But I could guess! Did I not know And helpful, to the poor and blind.
Whose tears were falling on my head? D. B.
And who it was, who always sat
So close beside me, on my bed? THE ROMANS AND THEIR FISH.
It was my brother's hand I knew-
My brother, always kind and true! A WEALTHY Roman in the days of the Empire
21 spent enormous sums on the supply of his table.
But when I rose from off that bed, The whole world as then known to them was ran-
A sickly lad, infirm and blind, sacked for dainties, and fish in particular were
It seemed to me that I had left brought to the capital from all parts. Fat carp were
All that was worth in life behind, hurried alive from Bohemia, under the care of slaves,
For what was I ? What could I do ? who were promptly killed if the fish arrived dead.
How drag my sad existence through ? Oysters were brought in great numbers from Britain,
But Philip never seemed to feel and were often laid down again on the artificial beds
The burden that I must have been made on the Italian coast. Lampreys were in great
He strove, and worked with right good wi demand, and returned large fortunes to those who
And ne strove, and worked wight be seen will, reared them in ponds. In one case a single lamprey
And never let the weight be seen.
His was a tender loving heart, was exchanged for an adult slave.
d well he played a brother's part. The sums paid for mullet were enormous. A large
Sw h fish was said to be worth its weight in silver, and
He got me taught an easy trade; they were often sold for as much as 101. the pound.
I think he guessed I could not bear A single dish of mullet was sometimes worth 1501.,
''o sit in idleness all day; and whole fortunes were invested in their cultivation.
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EARLY as familiar to all as its great But he took no count of Drake and the hardy seamen
neighbour, the Eddystone Light- who were finishing their game of bowls on Plymouth
house, is the Breakwater at the Hoe. The first stone of this Breakwater was lowered
entrance to Plymouth Sound. The on August 12th, 1812. It consists of huge blocks of
photograph, of which the illustration granite, weighing from one to five tons each, and you
is a copy, was taken near the end can judge of its size when I tell you that it contains
of the Breakwater, so that we can more than 3,600,000 tons of such blocks. It stretches
imagine ourselves standing on it, and across Plymouth Sound for a mile, leaving a passage
looking at the lighthouse on one at each side for vessels. At the bottom it is more
angle, and away across the water to than a hundred yards broad; but this narrows to
the coast of Cornwall. To the right you can see a about twelve at the top. If you are ever at Plymouth
huge fort, standing at the bottom of Mount Edge- you may go out to the Breakwater in a steamer or a
cumbe. That beautiful hill covered with trees was the boat, and take a short walk upon it. The first stone of
spiot chosen by the Admiral of the Spanish Armada as the lighthouse on its western end was only laid in 1841,
his share of the spoilwhen they had conquered England. during the time of the last Eddystone lighthouse.

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June), To some He gives health, to some weakness is given:

I've brought you the best in my garden that grows. Whatever He sends I shall patiently bear.
But I'm glad He has given me a kind-hearted son,

I hope you feel better, dear mother, to-day ? And that makes me happy and pleases me go.
I wish I could chase all your ess away, I'll still have the love of my Charlie, I know.'
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rose Shall choose; for He knows what is best for us
(I'm glad that your birthday should happen in here;
June), To some He gives health, to some weakness is given:
I've brought you the best in my garden that grows. Whatever He sends I shall patiently bear.
See! other bright buds will unfold themselves soon.
But I'm glad He has given me a kind-hearted son,
I hope you feel better, dear mother, to-day ? And that makes me happy and pleases me so.
It makes me quite sad, when you suffer such pain; The roses are sweet, but when withered and done,
I wish I could chase all your illness away, I'll1 still have the love of my Charlie, I know.'
And see you all smiling and happy again.' D. B.

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THE CAPTIVE BIRD. 'Whenever it reaches the beautiful w-ood,
Its song will be gladsome and gay.;
OOK, Anna, I've caught such a beautiful bird, 1 For freedom it loves even better than food:
A linnet, I think, is its name; Then, sisters, let it fly away!,' D. B.
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Its song is the sweetest that ever was heard.
I hope it will live and grow tame.
I laid a neat trap at the edge of the wood, FRIENDSHIP.
'Twas baited with atoms of meat; TIREDERICK THE GREAT of Prussia thus draws
This poor little stupid came, fast as it could, picture of the value to be placed on ordinary
And tried to get something to eat! friendship in the world. A gentleman has fallen into
But, Lucy, it struggles, and tries to escape, the water, and cries to an acquaintance on the bank,
Allb. .;- I have offered it food. I am drowning, throw me a rope!'
Come, dear little birdie, do have a bit cake, 'Pardon me, sir,' calmly replies the spectator, but
You'll find it so sweet and so good !' I do not think you are quite drowning, and I am
afraid of catching cold by going near the water.'
But gentle Matilda, who watched them with pain, Nay, but I am really sinking !'
Said, Sisters, be guided by me; I hope not, my dear sir; and, if the worst should
Just see how it -1. again and again; come to the worst, I will gladly make it my business
Do let the poor captive go free to write you a splendid epitaph.'

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SPLEASE, ma'am, will you buy my matches ?' They lifted her upon a stretcher;
Cries little Gerty, as she stands, She to the hospital was borne;
And stretches out her little hands,- But when the wounds and pain were gone,
Hands covered o'er with dirt and scratches. No loving friends she had to fetch her.
Dirt! yet we must not blame poor Gerty, Upon her crutches forth she hobbled;
No one has taught her to be clean; She had not where to look for bread,-
She would not know what you would mean, She had not where to lay her head;
By saying its naughty to be dirty. No wonder she was mazed and troubled.
She has not known a careful mother; But not for long; she begged some pennies,
Her father she has never seen; And bought of matches quite a store;
He lies beneath the ocean green, And honest lives, though low and poor,
And with him lies her only brother. When she could steal the worth of guineas.
Last winter Gerty had a tumble, So, though she's low, and poor, and dirty,
And o'er her rolled a carriage-wheel; She had a good heart under all;
You know how snow will noise conceal, And in God's sight how mean and small
And Gerty did not hear the rumble. Some rich ones look beside poor Gerty. Hi
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And with him lies her only brother. When she could steal the worth of guineas.
Last winter Gerty had a tumble, So, though she's low, and poor, and dirty,
And o'er her rolled a carriage-wbeel; She had a good heart under all;
'You know bow snow will noise conceal, And in God's sight how mean and small
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ONCE upon a 'Thyme,' there lived on Box' Hill, IN the neighbourhood of Tusbaco, an elevated
Surrey, a celebrated 'Dandy-Lion,' who was '11-- in New Grenada, are to be seen some
often seen riding on a 'Bay,' or Horse-Chestnut.' volcanoes unique in their character. In the middle
He wore a pair of Lark-Spurs,' and was provided of a plain, surrounded by a thick forest of the
with a little Switch-grass' to which the Bay' had ordinary tropical kind, rise some eighteen or twenty
a great dislike, and if he could have spoken would small cones of dark clay. So far from rising to the
doubtless have exclaimed, 'Touch-me-not' with it, height of ordinary volcanoes, they are mere mounds,
or I May' become Madder' than you would like averaging in height about twenty-two feet. At the
One day 'Dandy-Lion' determined to give a grand top of each cone is a small opening filled with water.
dinner party, so he sent out invitations to his numer- As the traveller approaches he hears at intervals hollow
ous friends, 'Jon-Quill,' Mari-Gold,' 'Lily,' Violet,' sounds proceeding from the craters, and followed in
'Major Convolvulus,' 'Poly-Anthus,' Bil-Berry,' each case by a discharge of air often accompanied by
'Daisy,' Rose,' Ivy,' Sweet-William,' An-Tirr- mud. These discharges are sometimes heard twice a
hinum,' Rose-Mary,' and Goldylocks.' Wild- minute; but their frequency seems to depend on the
Basil' was not invited, as he was driven wild' with season of the year. The air seems to have under-
toothache. The ladies were mostly attired in Lilac' gone great pressure, and is found to be nearly free
dresses trimmed with 'Snowdrops,' and evening 'Prim- from oxygen. A. R. B.
roses,' chains of 'Golden Balls' round their necks,
'Maiden Hair' fern in 'the Ladies' Tresses.'
They were also provided with 'Ladies' Slippers,' A DAY IN THE COUNTRY.
and 'Ladies' Mantles.' "S HERE Meg and Robert ever live
The Gentlemen all wore White Stocks,' and W They cannot see a flower or tree,
*Bachelor's Buttons' on their waistcoats, Dog-roses' Or pluck the sweets our meadows give;
in their button-holes. They never watch the sunset hues,
'White Fox Gloves' were in great requisition. Nor sparkling waves. What joys they lose!
There were several 'Lords and Ladies' present,
some of them of a very Sallow' complexion. A They never breathe a breath of true
bevy of 'Scarlet Runners' in new livery waited on Sweet country air-it comes not there,
them, an 'Old Man' in a 'Skull Cap' holding a Its honest, healthful work to do.
'Golden Rod,' who looked very 'Sage,' with an 'Eye- No wonder that they often ail,
bright' as 'Honesty' itself, ushered them into the No wonder that they look so pale.
dining-room, which was decorated with 'Evergreens,' Within a dingy court they're penn'd,
'Flags,' and Lent-lilies.' Where through the week the mangle's squeak
The Menu was as follows :-Soup-Ox-tail. Fish- Goes on all day, from end to end;
Ling,Cockles, Periwinkle-sauce. Entrees-Mouse and And mother, brave and good, contrives
Cat's tail, Goose and Dove's foot. Joints-Hen and To earn a loaf and save their lives.
Chickens, Ox and Hart's tongue. Sweets-Gooseberry
tart, Strawberry cream. Dessert-Grapes, Currants, One happy day a lady came.
Pine-apple, &c. Ginger, Elder-berry, Cowslip. 'You two,' said she,' shall go with me,
'Snapdragon' wound up the Feast. And in some green fields have a game.
'The Last Rose of Summer,' and the Blue-Bells of Come, children, in your Sunday best,
Scotland' were played during the evening on 'the And pin these favors on your breast!'
Bugle' by a 'Coxcomb,' accompanied by a 'Red Then mother's fingers nimbly ply
Rattle.' At a late hour the company dispersed, Needle and thread, and tears are shed,
bidding each other 'Speed-well,' and 'Forget-me- For well she minds the days gone by:
not.' Some of the gentlemen made a Rush' at Her fields were green, her skies were blue,
the carriages, and presented the ladies with True- Ere she the city's hard lot knew.
Love-Knots' (in spite of the 'Snowflakes' that fell).
One unlucky suitor vowed he would henceforth wear The widow's home is all astir,
a Monk's hood' instead of a Turk's cap,' as the Ere London's hive is half alive,
'Canterbury Belle' had refused to share his heart No slumber after five for her.
and home! A. REEVE. She blesses then each eager heart,
And soos them with a smile depart.
FREDERICK THE GREAT AND HIS And soon the strong, good-humoured train
DOCTOR. Comes up, and whirls the boys and girls
IEN an e t p n ws v n Kn Into tho dark and out again;
IIEN an eminent physician was visiting King And when some thirty miles are past,
V Frederick the Great of Prussia during sickness, Holiday ground they see at last!
the monarch put to him this question:-
How many people have you sent out of the Hold up, 0 fickle English sky!
world ?' Spoil not the fun Shine out, bright sun!
The physician, nothing staggered, replied, Not so Let the brief hours glide golden by!
many as your majesty, nor with such great honour May this great day be fine all through,
and glory.' A. R. B. For days like this are far and few!

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'Tw l oft be looked at by the hob; When L ... il of fog and sleet!

And Meg's smart nosegay, dead and brown, Merciful folk, I humbly beg
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THE WRONG MAN! hand in the papyrus plants which fringed the
ERGEANT BALLANTINE is responsible for the shallow pools filled by the Nile inundations. The
ERfollowing story, which suggests that even for the fibrous parts of its stem were placed in layers cross-
_ following story, which suggests that even the wise, and then moistened. Sometimes a kind of
gravest of learned barristers can sometimes return v is o ie, was also ed Sometim es a kid
to the tricks of their boyhood. At the time spoken varnish, or size, was also added. The layers thus
of the were several of theiergeants-at-Law upo the time spoken connected were pressed together, dried, beaten with
Midland Circuit. One evening, whilst -Lthey werupon the a mallet, and polished. The result, when the art
bMidland Circuit. One evening, whilst they were had been brought to perfection, was a white, smooth,
sitting together over their wine, it was discovered but brittle paper. Books formed of this material
that a member of the company had slipped away have been preserved to the present day.
unseen, and had probably gone to bed. The wholereserved to the present day.
ody determined to follow him, and inflict some Now let us come to the pens. We have already
body determined to follow him, and inflict some spoken of the stylus. It was sometimes large
punishment for this desertion. Accordingly they spoken of the stylus It was sometimes large
.Accordingly they enough to he used as a dagger. Reed pens were also
went upstairs in a body, entered what they thought enough tobe used as a dagger. eed pens were also
went upstairs in a body, entered what they thought used; and quills, although of early origin, stood
to be the offender's bedroom, and rudely jerked the second to them in favour.
clothes off the sleeper. Imagine their horror when Te nk otheseems to have differed in
they then saw before them on the pillow the ven- many ways from ours. It may not have been s
erable face of the judge, Sir James Allan Parke many ways from ours. It may not have been so
It was the wrong room. A. R B. fluid, but it certainly kept its colour better. Many
ancient manuscripts, written eight hundred years
ago, are more easily to be read than English records
of the seventeenth century.
The ancients had a great fondness for coloured
S- PENS, INK, AND PAPER books. This practice grew to such an extent that
IN ANCIENT TIMES. some later manuscripts may be seen in which the
I writing itself is thrown into insignificance by the
HEN we think of pens, ink, and mass of illumination around it. A. R.B.
Paper, at the present time, our
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earlier ages, when letters were THE AMERICAN BLACK
not so common as the penny- BEAR
Post has long made them, they
Must be rather associated with HIS animal, which is found through-
books. In talking about them out the greater part of North
1br we ought to reverse the order America, is smaller than the other
in which they stand in our bears of that continent, and much
every-day phrase, and think of less ferocious. It feeds almost
the paper before we reach the pens and ink used entirely on fruit; and, although it
upon it. sometimes develops a liking for
But, when we come to look into the subject, pork, and visits the farmer's hog-
we find that paper has but a very small place yards, it will not touch animal
amongst the ancient material for book-copying. Skins food when berries are plentiful.
were, perhaps, the most ancient substances used for It never attacks human beings
this purpose, and they are even now not gone out of unless driven to do so in self-defence, or to protect
date. its young. It was probably one of these bears that
The Jews and other Asiatics sewed one to another, figured in an incident reported in the American
skin after skin, of the calf or goat, tanned soft, papers about two years ago.
and sometimes dyed, until a roll, perhaps even a A number of men and women were making hay in
hundred feet long, was formed. Parchment, too,is the vicinity of Napa in California, when two little
an ancient material, first used in the same part of the children, the one four and the other six years of age,
country, and called Pergamena, after the Mysian city wandered away from their friends. In the course of
where its preparation was largely carried on. their rambles they came across a bear lying on the
For the purposes of letter-writing the leaves of grass. lie looked at them without moving, and the
some trees were early used, whilst the inner bark of little ones, thinking perhaps that he was some new
the linden-tree was in such common request for this and wonderful kind of dog, fearlessly approached and
purpose that it has given the word for a book to two began playing with him, whilst he submitted to their
languages. Important documents were sometimes caresses with the utmost good humour.
written upon carefully prepared tables of wood, But soon the truants were missed, and their parents
especially laws and the like. But one of the most went in search of them. Looking about in the
convenient materials for letter-writing were tablets greatest anxiety, they saw to their horror one of
covered with a thin coating of wax, upon which it their children sitting on the back of the bear, whilst
was easy to write with a pointed needle called a the other fed it with fruit. The terrified father and
stylus. mother called loudly to the children, who instantly
The Egyptians seem first to have made paper, ran towards them; and Bruin rose up, walked
and they were helped by having plenty of material at leisurely off to the woods, and was seen no more.
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Betimes to kneel in prayer, Are kneeling by his chair.
To raise their thoughts to God in Heaven,
To thank Him for His care. The tiny hands are folded now,
And closed the sweet child-eyes;
But mother to her grave has gone, While murmured prayers from baby lips
Beneath the daisies white; Are rising to the skies.
And, sadly musing, all alone,
Their father sits that night. Thank God! he is not quite alone:
Those fair-faced children come
But hark! a pattering step-he sees Each night to give a loving kiss,
A wealth of golden hair: And brighten up his home. D. B.

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Crowned with fresh flowers and the hawthorn spray, And dear little Nell is fetching a spray
How right she will look as Queen of May-day To make Sister Flora our Queen of May-day.

Her eyes like the sunbeams, so happy and bright, We gathered the flowers in old Copsley Dene,
Her dear little heart, it always seems light, Where the hawthorn blows, and the grass is green
For well do we know that she's gentle and true, Where the cowslips bloom, and the blackbirds run,
So loving and kind, and so generous too. Neath the hedges and trees in the bright summer sun.
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ORIPPLE iAR Y. When mother came home through the fast-falling
T HE window was open, the morning was bright, So weary, desponding, and sad,
And poor little Mary in bed Her little girl cried, with her face all aglow
Was watching with pleasure a flickering light Oh, mother, just look I'm so glad !
That played on the wall near her head. A lady was here, and she gave me all this;
It glimmered along, till to Mary's surprise And mother, she gave me a book and a kiss !
It suddenly brightened her face and her eyes!
She says she will teach me to knit and to sew,
Now sunbeams were scarce in our Mary's poor And to read in the Bible like you;
room; It makes me so happy, for, mother, you know
It was but a dark narrow street; 'Tis so sad to have nothing to do.
And never had Mary been able to roam I'll knit you a shawl, mother, then you can go
With other poor children to greet Away to your work without minding the snow.'
The first of the daisies and primroses rare,
Or watch the gay lark as he mounts in the air. And now that four years have passed over her head,
Or watch the gay lark as he mounts in the air. Would you like to see Mary to-day ?
A sad little cripple, she lay in that room, You'll find her no longer shut up in her bed,
As month after month slipped away, But sitting all cheerful and gay;
And heard the school children all passing along, And knitting a shawl by the side of the fire,
And the little ones out at their play; As bright a young girl as your heart could desire.
Then poor little Mary would say with a sigh,
Then poor little Mary would say with a sigh, For years she has been at the Cripple Child's Home,
'How long it does take for a day to go by!' And many a thing did she learn,
No brother had Mary, no sister had she, To sing, and to read, and to knit, and to sew;
No father to care for his child, So Mary, a living can earn.
Her mother a widow, and poor as could be, And kindly the doctor prescribed for her case,
But, oh, she was loving and mild! So health and contentment you'll read in her face.
But still she must work for her little girl's bread, Then open the window, and soon you will see
While Mary lay all the long day in her bed. That Mary has left the poor street,
Each morn that came round saw her leave her poor For the song of the lark and the hum of the bee
Each morn that came round saw her leave her pooroom Are the sounds your pleased senses to greet.
rWi meat h y b d with And what is that perfume that fills all the air ?
With a heart heavy burdened with care, Tis the bed of sweet mignonette blossoming there!
And in through the factory gate she would pass, b
And all the long day was she there; And mother no longer toils early and late,
But often a prayer went to Heaven above, With sad heart, and toil-weary feet,
That God would bless Mary, the child of her love. Of a great country house she now keeps the neat gate,
And oh, but the contrast is sweet!
A neighbour, both cheery and kindly of heart, And all this they owe to the kind lady friend
Looked in upon Mary's poor room, Who strove the poor cripple to help and befriend.
And tenderly acting a fond mother's part, D. B.
Like sunshine she lightened the gloom;
But only a minute could kind Betty stay,
Her own heavy duties soon called her away. QUEEN ELIZABETH AND HER
One day as the little girl, fretful and sad, SERVANTS.
Was pining and weeping alone, ACCORDING to an old historian, Queen Elizabeth
A tap at the door made her little heart glad- A liked to have all her servants proper men;' in
In a moment the sadness was gone. other words, she wished to see about her tall and
'Just open the door, and come in please,' she cried, handsome men of a good countenance. Sir Walter
And soon a kind visitor stood by her side. Raleigh, as Captain of the Guard, had the choosing of
these servants. To him came in one day a tall and
Dear child,' said the lady, 'just see what I've got, handsome yeoman, with the request that one of his
A book full of pictures for you; sons might be put into the guard.
Some pretty bright worsted I also have brought, Had you spoke for yourself, sir,' said Sir Walter,
And you shall have something to do 'I should readily grant your request, for your person
Shall I teach you some beautiful present to make, deserves it. But I put in no boys.'
Which mother could wear for her little girl's sake ?' Said the father, 'Boy, come in.'
Upon this there entered a young man about nineteen,
And, oh! had you seen the bright face of the child, so handsome and well made that Sir Walter had never
The flush on her wan little cheek, seen his equal. He was at once sworn into the
As she glanced at her visitor, gentle and mild, guard, and ordered that day to carry up the first dish
And heard her so tenderly speak! to her majesty's dinner-table. It is recorded that the
And what a neat parcel she laid on the bed! queen on seeing her new servant 'beheld him with
You may open it, Mary,' the kind lady said. admiration.' A. R. B.

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'Tis a tiny baby-brother! won't you love the little Please let me have another kiss, it will not hurt the
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not hold him yet. me stay and watch him here I B.
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have one little peep ; sweet ;
Who is this, who gently breathing, lies in sweetest, I long to touch his folded hands, and see his funny
softest sleep ? little feet.
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not hold him yet. me stay and watch him here D. B.

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a treasured rose, and make sad havoc in a well-tended peas, and Jack has plucked them and made a nosegay
bed or border, who will not spend one hour a-year in of them.'
weeding, planting, or watering. The flower-bed to be So mourned Lilian one sunshiny Sunday morning.
always gay, demands a gardener who will stick to it; 'Never mind,' said she, when better thoughts returned.
and one, too, who has some notion of neatness and Many people at church will enjoy their fragrance.
order. Your untidy boy, your girl who saunters about I shall not have laboured in vain if my little sweet
without any fixed purpose, will do nothing for a gar- peas have given a single person some delight.'
den ecept a wrong. Quite true, Lilian.
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After the poet Virgil had written his beauteous Those sweet peas I planted, and I watch them
poem, and another man had got the honour of it, he growing with hope, but Jack has cropped the blossoms
said, Those lines are mine-another has the glory of and thrust them in his buttonhole to make himself
them.' So you, 0 bees! make honey,not for yourselves; look smart; that petunia cost me no end of trouble,
so you, 0 sheep! bear fleeces, but not for yourselves; but Nell admires it more than anything in the room,
so you, 0 birds! build nests, but not for yourselves, and shall not I let her pluck a single flower?
If the sheep, the bees, and the birds of the air are Bravo, Lilian! Be generous, not with money
labouring and being robbed for the good of others, and only, for your giving money cannot show a generous
living to be of service to man, ought not the Lilians spirit, that is, until by hard work you have learned
to be glad, even if big brother Jack or sister Nell its value: but be generous with the flowers you
take a fancy to the flowers they plant and cherish ? love! G. S. 0.
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PEARL. Wilkie's absence of mind was well known to his
pupils, and one day caused the following scene:
THE substance known as pearl is a product of Meeting in the street a lad who had once been
certain shell-fish, some being marine, and others under him, he said, I was sorry, my dear lad, to hear
belonging to fresh water. These molluscs are pro- you have had the fever in your family. Was it you
vided with a fluid secretion, with which they line the or your brother who died of it?'
interior of their shells, in order to prevent friction of 'It was me, sir,' was the reply.
their tender bodies against anything rough. When 'Ah, dear me, I thought so! Very sorry for it,
this secretion is hardened, it is known by dealers as very sorry for it!' was the remark of the absent-
'mother of pearl.' Besides this pearly lining, small minded Professor as he passed on. A. R. B.
rounded portions of this material are often found
within the shell, and it is generally supposed that
these are the result of accidental causes, such as the OVERDOING IT.
intrusion of a grain of sand, which the mollusc, not
being able to expel, in self-defence covers over with GIRL may overdo it, and with kindness kill a pet,
the secretion, thus forming what is known as a A Whether it be a kitten or a plant of mignonette.
pearl.' Our Katie has a pet plant, prized by her so much,
The clever Chinese avail themselves of this know- ur Katie has a pt pant, prid b herso much,
ledge to compel one species of fresh-water mussel to None but she may nurse it, and none but he may
produce pearls. They keep a large number of the touch.
mussels in tanks, introducing small pellets of lead One fancy, and one only, is on the Katie brain,
into each shell, and in course of time they reap their To water it, and water it, and water it again.
expected harvest.
The particular oyster which produces the largest Vainly does mother reason with her wilful little
pearls is only found in tropical waters, Ceylon being daughter,
from the earliest times the principal locality of the Katie, my child, you'll kill it if you give it so much
pearl fishery. On a certain bank, about twenty miles water!'
from the shore, these oysters are found in prodigious
numbers adhering to one another, and all of a very But, wiser in her own conceits, she thinks her mother
large size. Divers are employed to bring them to blind,
the surface of the water, where boats are waiting to And says, If I don't do so, it will very soon be pined.'
receive the shells. Some danger is incurred in this
work, as sharks abound in these seas, but it is a Then she doubles her attentions, with mug, and jug,
singular fact that accidents seldom happen. This and dish,
immunity from an apparent danger is attributed by And her little plant is treated just as if it were a fish.
the divers themselves to the incantations of shark If perchance it were a willow, it might like its over-
charmers, who are employed during the fishery; but dose,
Sir E. Tennant is of opinion that the bustle and But what may suit a sea-weed is poison to a rose.
excitement of the water while the men are diving
has the effect of frightening away these much- The deluged plant looks sickly, its leaves are wan and
dreaded creatures. pale,
Among the Romans pearls were highly valued, Cold water does not suit it, so she tries a little ale;
enormous prices being paid for those of a fine shape
or large size. Admirable imitation pearls are made And gallons of good buttermilk, enough to float a
by blowing thin beads of glass, and pouring into navy,
them a mixture, of which the white matter from the With twice a-week a dash of ink and a cup or two of
scales of some fish forms an ingredient. The French gravy.
and Germans in this way produce imitation pearls so
fine, that the most practised eyes can scarcely see And never do the gathering clouds portend a flood of
any difference between them and genuine pearls. wet,
Roman pearls differ from other artificial ones by But duly on the window-ledge the luckless thing is
having the coating of pearly matter placed on the set.
outside, to which it is attached by n adhesive sub- w is this, Doctor Katie? The suffering branches
stance. The art of making these was derived from How is this, Doctor Katie? The suffering branches
the Chinese. The fresh-water mussels of Britain With a nd lumbago, sciatica and crop.
sometimes produce pearls of considerable size and With ague and lumbago, sciatica and crop.
beauty, and instances have occurred of pearls being 0 could your little nursling speak, you'd hear a feeble
found even in limpets. D. B. cry,
Water me less, dear Mistress, or I must surely die!
THE PROFESSOR AT FAULT. 'In pity, spare your kindness, your love is overdone,
Give me a little daily, and let me see the sun.
IENRY and Thomas Erskine received a part of
Their ed-- nation at St. Andrew's, where Wilkie, In winter, house me snugly-keep bitter frosts away,
a poet of repute amongst his countrymen at And I, with buds and blossoms yet, will your true
that time, Professor of Natural Philosophy. love repay!' G. S. O.

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Above the dancing sea; The children shout for joy,
A wife who loves him with her heart, And run t- meet him on the sands,
And little children three. His little girl and boy.
The fisherman can boast of these, But mother through the cottage pane
Of these-and little more, Looks forth upon the sea,
Except the stout old boat which brings And says,' Thank God, Who brings again
His hard-won fish to shore. My own good man to me!' D. B.


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Through rain and sunshine tramping up and down, In the green field outside the busy town
Dragging great heavy carts about the town. VW'here, through the week, you travel up and down.
How patiently you stood how bravely drew Perhaps to you (who knows ?) they seem to say,-
The loaded waggons-far too much for you! 'Res t, good Dobbin, on this Happy Day;'
Now on the gate your poor tired head you lay, For God, Who makes e'en little birds His care,
And cease from labour on this Blessed Day. Gives rest to-day to all things everywhere.
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I used to like to see him as he jogged along the track. me down!
But now that I am mounted up, he jogs and jumbles so,
If father does not lift me down, I'll fall, that's what But now, I think I've had enough, one rein has


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f1W sI really never knew before it was so hard to ride.
Dear Dobbin, do not snort so much; you make me We're close beside the water; if I fall into the pool,
quite afraid; I might be drowned-but then, of course, I would
And how you stamp, and whisk your tail, and what not go to school.
a dust you've made! D. B. McKFAN.
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