Front Cover
 Johanna Sebus
 All about blind man's buff
 What might have been expected
 The peach-boy
 The magic keys
 The queen o' May
 Miss Fanshaw's tea-party
 Auctions all over the world
 Fast friends
 Little Goo-goo
 Christmas city
 Home from the party
 Blue Beard's island
 A bright idea
 Nimpo's troubles
 How persimmons took cah ob der...
 A letter from Holstein
 In the wood
 The Jimmyjohns' sailor-suits
 The robin's nest
 Haydn's children's symphony
 Borrowing trouble
 Not such a noddy as he looked
 The letter box
 Some curious fishes
 The riddle box
 Back Cover

Group Title: St. Nicholas.
Title: St. Nicholas. May 1874.
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Title: St. Nicholas. May 1874.
Uniform Title: St. Nicholas
Alternate Title: Saint Nicholas
Physical Description: 68 v. : ill. ; 25-30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Publisher: Scribner,
Publication Date: May 1874
Subject: Children's literature
General Note: Description based on: Vol. 2, no. 12 (Oct. 1875); title from cover.
General Note: Conducted by Mary Mapes Dodge.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Johanna Sebus
        Page 377
    All about blind man's buff
        Page 378
        Page 379
    What might have been expected
        Page 380
        Page 381
        Page 382
        Page 383
        Page 384
        Page 385
    The peach-boy
        Page 386
        Page 387
    The magic keys
        Page 388
        Page 389
        Page 390
        Page 391
    The queen o' May
        Page 392
        Page 393
    Miss Fanshaw's tea-party
        Page 394
        Page 395
        Page 396
    Auctions all over the world
        Page 397
    Fast friends
        Page 398
        Page 399
        Page 400
        Page 401
        Page 402
        Page 403
    Little Goo-goo
        Page 404
    Christmas city
        Page 405
        Page 406
        Page 407
    Home from the party
        Page 408
    Blue Beard's island
        Page 409
        Page 410
    A bright idea
        Page 411
        Page 412
        Page 413
        Page 414
    Nimpo's troubles
        Page 415
        Page 416
        Page 417
        Page 418
        Page 419
    How persimmons took cah ob der baby
        Page 420
        Page 421
    A letter from Holstein
        Page 422
        Page 423
    In the wood
        Page 424
    The Jimmyjohns' sailor-suits
        Page 425
        Page 426
        Page 427
    The robin's nest
        Page 428
    Haydn's children's symphony
        Page 429
    Borrowing trouble
        Page 430
        Page 431
    Not such a noddy as he looked
        Page 432
        Page 433
        Page 434
        Page 435
    The letter box
        Page 436
        Page 437
    Some curious fishes
        Page 438
    The riddle box
        Page 439
        Page 440
        Page 440a
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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VOL. I. MAY, 1874. No. 7.



THE poet Goethe tells a sad and beautiful story Johanna turned to her neighbors and called to
-and it is the more sad and beautiful because it is them to fly to the hill close by, which was yet dry,
true-of a young girl, Johanna Sebus, who, in the and would afford them safety for a time, and as-
year 1809, when the sea broke down the dykes and sured them that she would return to them as soon
overflowed her native village, proved herself worthy as she had placed her mother on the high ground.
of a great poet's song. "And my poor goat," she cried, as she heard her
Johanna, or Joanna, as we would call her, was favorite bleating after her; "take him with you.
only seventeen years old, but no one in the village Don't leave him to die."
had the noble spirit and quiet courage of this As soon as she reached a place of safety, Johanna
strong, frue-hearted girl. set her mother upon the ground, and, without a
When the waters rose around the houses, and moment's pause, turned around to hurry back
the waves washed up to the very door-steps, through the ever-deepening water. Her old mother
Johanna knew that there was no longer safety, ex- cried out:
cepting on the high grounds near the village. But Oh! where are you going? The path is washed
how were they to reach those high grounds? The away Oh, my daughter will you go into that
water was nearly knee-deep and rising every mo- dreadful flood again ? "
ment. The roaring and surging of the waves and "Mother, they must be saved! said Johanna,
the wind was heard in every direction, and the as she plunged into the water, by this time more
dyke was giving way, piece by piece, before the than knee-deep.
rushing flood. Every moment the danger in- The dyke was now on the point of giving away
creased. There was no time to hesitate. entirely. A hill of water seemed roaring and foam-
Johanna's mother, an aged woman, could not ing towards the village.
force her way through those raging waves. But But Johanna pressed on over the path which she
Johanna was tall and strong. She took her old knew so well, although it was now covered with
mother in her arms and stepped boldly into the water. The waves dashed against her, almost
water. The waves dashed against her, but she knocking her down, and drenching her from head
pressed on. Her neighbors, a mother and three to foot. At last she reached the little hill where
children, seeing her leave them, were seized with she had left her neighbors. But almost at this
a sudden terror. Not until this moment did they moment the dyke gave way; a mad deluge rushed
know how much they depended on the brave in, sweeping over everything before it, and around
Johanna, the only person to whom they could look the little hill soon boiled a turbulent sea, rising
for counsel or help in this hour of peril, above its highest point.
After a word or two of encouragement to her As the great waves roll over the ground on
mother, who trembled as she saw the waters which they stand, clinging in terror to each other,
boiling beneath her,-so terribly near to her, Johanna's poor neighbor and her children cannot
VOL. 1.-25.


keep their foothold. They are washed away, and Now nothing is to be seen where the village
disappear beneath the raging flood. As they sink, stood but a wild waste of waters,- with here and
one of the children seizes the goat by one horn there a steeple or a tree rising up above the flood.
and drags him down. Thus, all but Johanna are But as the survivors gaze upon the wide-spread
lost. desolation, the thought of the brave and beautiful
Johanna stands alone, still firm and strong, but girl who gave her life for others throws a deeper
the waters are rising and rising around her. gloom upon the mournful scene.
Who is there now to save this noble girl? She And even when the waters subside and the land
has many friends and many lovers, but no one of reappears, no one who knew Johanna can be glad.
them comes to her now. Nothing comes to her They weep for her and cannot forget her.
but the salt, angry waves. Nowhere can she see This is a sad story of a noble girl. Only those
even a boat. who have read it as Goethe so tenderly and dram-
She casts one look up to heaven, and then the atically tells it in his poem, "Johanna Sebus," can
waters surge fiercely against her, and she is gone appreciate its true pathos and force.



ALL of our young readers like to play Blind We cannot say whether or not Count de Louvain
Man's Buff, when they can; and so do many of the learned his war lessons from the conduct of the en-
older readers, for tfiat matter. But everyone may emies of Samson, but, as he was ambitious to avoid
not know that the game is more than eight hun- the tap of Jean Colin's mallet upon his own head,
dred years old, and that it was a favorite amuse- he formed the plan of putting out Jean Colin's
ment of gay courts and merry-making princes and eyes.
princesses, before it became the favorite holiday A great battle was fought between the two chiefs
pastime of boys and girls. Blind Man's Buff is and their forces. At the very first onset Count de
one of the sports that came over to England in the Louvain succeeded in his purpose of piercing both
train of William the Conqueror. the eyes of Maillard, and he looked upon the field
It had its origin in Liege,-one of the fair prov- as already won. But the latter, with a spirit like
inces of France, in the prosperous days of Robert that of blind Samson, determined that his oppon-
the Devout, who succeeded the famous old French ents should perish with him, and ordered his esquire
monarch, Hugues Capet, in the year 996. to take him into the thickest of the fight. There
Z:- the year 999, Liege received, among her vali- he brandished his mallet on either hand, and did
ant chiefs, one Jean Colin. He was almost a giant such fearful execution that his enemies fell around
in strength, a Samson among the Liegeois, and him in such numbers that victory soon declared it-
nearly shared the experience of Samson of old, as self on his side.
you shall presently hear. This grim warrior used
to crush his opponents with a mallet. It was con- But, Samson-like, though blind, he dealt
sidered desirable to honor him with a title which Such blows as never foemen felt;
should follow his name. What should it be? Not To shun them, were in vain.
" head-hitter," of course; but the poetical designa- This way they fled, and that they run;
tion, Maillard, or Jean Colin of the Mallet. But, of an hundred men, not one
Feuds were of perpetual occurrence in those dark Ere saw the light again."
old times, and Jean Colin's mallet was kept con-
stantly busy in quelling them. Terrible became Robert the Devout, of France, whose troubles
the name of Jean Colin Maillard. with his wives you may have read in history, was
But Liege had another valiant chief, Count de very fond of deeds of valor, and that of Jean Colin
Louvain, who, when Maillard had proved himself Maillard kindled his admiration. He lavished
superior to all of his other opponents, continued to honors on the victorious blind man, and ordered
bear arms against him. the stage-players to bring out a pantomime of his


contest with Count de Louvain for the pleasure of origin in the exploit of Colin Maillard. Besides
the court. The court were delighted with the play, the rough play that we have described, the French
for the terrible mallet of Maillard, and the warriors have a refined and delightful parlor play, which
dropping down here and there, almost without is a variation of Colin Maillard, and which is
knowing what had hit them, was all very exciting; called Portraits a la Silhouette.
and people in that rude age liked what was sensa- In this play, Colin," who is usually a girl, has
tional even more than they do now. The children not her eyes bandaged, but on the contrary, has
began to act a similar play in the streets, one of need of all her powers of penetration. A large
the players, more strong and active than the rest, white sheet is hung from the ceiling, as though for
being blindfolded and given a stick; and thus the performance of shadow pantomimes, and the
Blind Man's Buff soon became the popular diver- person selected to represent Colin Maillard takes
sion of the young in France and Normandy, where her place before it in such a manner that her own

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it was known under the name of Colin Maillard. shadow may not fall upon the cloth. The lights
This name it still bears in France and on the con- are extinguished, with the exception of a single
tinent of Europe. candle which is placed on a stand or table at some
little distance behind "Colin." The players, one
"The king repeated oft the play; after another, pass between Colin and the stand
The children followed, day by day, or table on which the lighted candle is placed, each
In merriment, as rough. one, of course, intercepting the light and casting a
And to this time do sportive feet grotesque shadow on the cloth. Each player, on
Young Robert's pantomime repeat- passing before the light, endeavors to change as
The play of Blind Man's Buff" much as possible her ordinary appearance. It is
the office of "Colin to name the shadows as they
The plays of Blind Man's Buff are numerous, pass, her mistakes, of course, being received with
each country having some games which had their shouts of laughter. For each correct guess "Colin"
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may exact a forfeit. Another parlor game of Colin he happens to touch must do three things at the
Maillard is played as follows: command of the blind man, and from his manner
The company form a circle, with Colin" in the of doing these things the blind man tries to guess
midst,-her eyes having been carefully bandaged. who the person is. If he guess rightly he may
"Colin" walks around the circle, and sits down on exact a forfeit, or require the detected person to
the knee of one of her companions. If "Colin" take his place.
guesses correctly on whose lap she is seated, the Another game of Blind Man's Buff is played by
detected person must pay a forfeit, and take arranging the players around the sides of the room,
" Colin's place. The principal amusement in a few feet apart. Each player in turn must speak
this play arises from the stratagems by which the the name of the blind man, who must start from
players deceive "Colin in respect to their identity, the centre of the room, and, guided by the sound,
The old English games of Blind Man's Buff, as- endeavor to go directly to the person whose voice
sociated with the halls of the barons, the mistletoe. he has heard. The speaker must not change his
and the yule log are well known. position; and if caught must pay a forfeit.
A really good game is almost certain to outlive
England was merry England when the national customs of the age in which it had its
Old Christmas brought his sports again, origin. The rude gladiatorial contests are things
A Christmas gambol oft would cheer of the far past; but the children of to-day play
A poor man's heart through half the year." "Tag" and Hide and Seek," as in the best days
of Greece and Rome.
Blind Man's Buff in England is a game of the The old Highlander's game of Golf" is known
Christmas holidays, which last from Christmas eve in our cities under the name of Shinny; and Blind
to Twelfth Night. Some of the varieties of the Man's Buff is as popular to-day as when Colin
English game are quite amusing; among them the Maillard's deeds were celebrated in the fair prov-
Blind Mani's Wand. inces of France and "merrie Normandy," or in
In this play the blind man carries a cane, which the gay succession of festive holidays in the old
he points in every direction. The person whom halls of the English barons.



|l---- CHAPTER XV. (Contind.) And do you think you can do it? said Kate.
I' THINK," said Harry, "that we I should suppose it would be a good deal harder
have now about all the officers to be Engineer than to be President."
I we want, excepting, of course, an "Yes, I suppose it will; but I've studied the
. < Engineer, and I shall be En- matter. I've watched the men putting up new
gineer; for I have planned out wires at Hetertown, and Mr. Lyons told me all he
-'-. "the whole thing already." knew about it. It 's easy enough. Very different
"I did n't know there was to from building a railroad."
be an engine," said Kate. "It must be a good deal safer to build a railroad,
"Engine!" exclaimed Harry, laughing. "That's though," said Kate. "You don't have to go so
a good one! I don't mean an engineer of a steam- high up in the air."
engine. What we want is a Civil Engineer; a You're a little goose," said Harry, laughing at
man who lays out railroad lines and roads and all her again.
that kind of thing. I 'm not right sure that a Civil "No, I'm not," said Kate. "I'm Treasurer
Engineer does plan out telegraph lines; but it and Secretary of the What shall we call the
don't make any difference what we call the officer, company, Harry? It ought to have a name."
He '11 have to attend to putting up the line." "Certainly it ought," said her brother. How


would The Mica Mine Telegraph Company' CHAPTER XVI.
No, that would n't do at all. It is n't theirs. It's
"Call it 'The Loudon Telegraph Company,'" FTER the selection of the Directors, all
said Kate. A of whom accepted their appointments
That would be nearer the thing, but it wouldn't with great readiness, although, with
be very modest, though people often do call their the exception of Tom Selden, none
companies after their own names. What do you n of them had known anything about
think of 'The Akeville and Hetertown Com- Fi the company until informed by Harry
pany ?' ) of their connection with its manage-
But it won't go to either of those places," said b ment, it remained only to get sub-
Kate. It will only cross the creek." scriptions to the capital stock, and then the con-
All right! exclaimed Harry. Let's call it struction of the line might immediately begin.
' The Crooked Creek Telegraph Company.'" Harry and Kate made out a statement of the
Good !" said Kate. "That's the very name." probable expense, and a very good statement it
So the company was named. was, for, as Harry had said, he had thoroughly
"Now," said Kate, "we've got all the head studied up the matter, aided by the counsel of Mr.
officers and the name; what do we want next? Lyons, the operator at Hetertown.
"'We want a good many other things," said This statement, with the probable profits and the
Harry. I suppose we ought to have a Board of great advantages of such a line, was written out by
Directors." Harry, and the Secretary, considering all clerical
Shall we be in that ?" asked Kate. work to be her especial business, made six fair
Harry considered this question before answering copies, one of which was delivered to each of the
it. I think the President ought to be in it," he Board of Directors, who undertook to solicit sub-
said, "but I don't know about the Secretary and scriptions.
Treasurer. I think they are not generally Direct- A brief constitution was drawn up, and by a
ors." clause in this instrument, one-quarter of the profits
Well," said Kate, with a little sigh, I don't were to go to the stockholders and the rest to Aunt
mind." Matilda.
"You can be, if you want to," said Harry. The mica mine men, when visited by Harry, who
"Wait until we get the Board organized, and I '11 carried a letter from his father, at first gave the
talk to the other fellows about it." subject but little consideration, but after they found
Are they going to be all boys ?" asked Kate, how earnest Harry was in regard to the matter and
quickly. how thoroughly he had studied up the subject,
I reckon so," said Harry. "We don't want theoretically and practically, under the tuition of
any men in our Board. They'd be ordering us his friend, Mr. Lyons, they began to think that
about and doing everything themselves." possibly the scheme might prove of advantage to
"' I did n't mean that. Will there be any girls?" them.
"No," said Harry, a little contemptuously, it is After a good deal of talk,-enough to have
to be feared. There is n't a girl in the village settled much more important business,- they
who knows anything about telegraph lines, except agreed to take stock in the telegraph company,
you." provided Harry and his Board purchased first-class
"Well, if it's to be all boys, I don't believe I instruments and appliances.
would care to belong to the Board," said Kate. Their idea in insisting upon this was the sugges-
"But who are we going to have? tion of their manager, that if the boys failed in their
This selection of the members of the Board of project they might get possession of the line and
Directors seemed a little difficult at first, but as work it themselves. Consequently, with a view
there were so few boys to choose from it was settled both to the present success of the association and
in quite a short time, their own possible acquisition of the line, they in-
Tom Selden, Harvey Davis, George Purvis, Dr. sisted on first-class instruments.
Price's youngest son, Brandeth, and Wilson Ogden, This determination discouraged Harry and his
were chosen, and these, with the addition of Harry, friends, for they had not calculated upon making
made up the Board of Directors of the Crooked the comparatively large expenditures necessary to
Creek Telegraph Company. procure these first-class instruments.
"Well," said Kate, as the council arose and ad- They had thought to buy some cheap, but effect-
journed, I hope we '11 settle the rest of our busi- ive apparatus of which they had heard, and which,
ness as easily as we have settled this part." for amateur purposes, answered very well.


But when the mica mine officers agreed to con- Explanations were of no use. The fact of the
tribute a sum in proportion to the increased capital whole business being for her benefit made no im-
demanded, Harry became quite hopeful, and the pression on her. She wanted a share in the com-
other members of the Board agreed that they had pany, and was proud of her one-thirtieth part of a
better work harder and do the thing right while share.
they were about it. Taking them as a whole, the Board of Directors
The capital of the company was fixed at one appeared to have been very well chosen. Tom
hundred and fifty dollars, and to this the mica
mine people agreed to subscribe fifty dollars. They
also gave a written promise to give all the business
of that kind that they might have for a year from
date, to Harry and his associates, provided that the
telegraphic service should always be performed
promptly and to their satisfaction.
A contract, fixing rates, &c., was drawn up, and / 2'
Harry, the Directors, the Secretary and the Treas-
urer, all and severally signed it. This was not ac- /
tually necessary, but these officers, quite naturally, /
were desirous of doing all the signing that came in
their way.
Private subscriptions came in more slowly. Mr. /l
Loudon gave fifteen dollars, and Dr. Price contrib-
uted ten, as his son was a Director. Old Mr.
Truly Matthews subscribed five dollars, and hoped
that he should see his money back again; but if he A SHAREHOLDR.
did n't, he supposed it would help to keep the boys
out of mischief. Small sums were contributed by Selden was a good fellow and a firm friend of
other persons in the village and neighborhood, Harry and Kate. They might always ieckon upon
each of whom was furnished with a certificate of his support, although he had the fault, when mat-
stock proportioned to the amount of the investment. ters seemed a little undecided, of giving his advice
There were fifty shares issued, of three dollars at great length. But when a thing was agreed
each; and Miss Jane Davis, who subscribed one upon he went to work without a word.
dollar and a-quarter, got five-twelfths of a share. Harvey Davis was a large, blue-eyed boy, very
The members of the Board, collectively, put in quiet, with yellow hair. He was one of the best
thirty dollars, scholars in the Akeville school, and could throw a
The majority of the shareholders considered their stone over the highest oak-tree by the church-
money as a donation to a good cause, for, of course, something no other boy in the village could do.
it was known that Aunt Matilda's support was the He made an admirable Director.
object of the whole business; but some hoped to Dr. Price's son, Brandeth, and Wilson Ogden,
"make something out of it, and others contributed lived some miles from the village, and sometimes
out of curiosity to see whit sort of a telegraph the one or the other of them did not get to a meeting
company would build, and how it would work. of the Board- until the business before it had been
It was urged by some wise people that if this dispatched. But they always attended 'punctually
money had been contributed directly to Aunt Ma- if there was a horse or a mule to be had in time,
tilda, it would have been of much more service to and made no trouble when they came.
her; but other people; equally wise, said, that in George Purvis lived just outside of the village.
that case, the money could never have been raised. He was a tall fellow with a little head. His father
The colored people, old and young, took a great had been in the Legislature, and George was a
interest in the matter, and some of them took parts great fellow to talk, and he was full of new ideas.
of shares, which was better. Even John William If Harry and Kate had not worked out so thorough-
Webster took seventy-five cents' worth of stock. ly the plan of the company before electing the
The most astonishing subscription was one from Directors, George would have given the rest of the
Aunt Matilda herself. One day she handed to Board a great deal of trouble.
Kate a ten cent piece,-silver, old style,-and de- When about four-fifths of the capital-stock had
sired that that might be put into the company for been subscribed, and there was not much likelihood
her. Where she got it, nobody knew, but she had of their getting any more at present, the Board of
it, and she put it in. Directors determined to go to work.


Acting under the advice and counsel of Mr. "But none of you fellows knew anything about
Lyons (who ought to have been a Director, but the business," said Harry. Kate and I got up
who was not offered the position), they sent to New the company, and we need n't have had a Board of
York for two sets of telegraphic instruments,- Directors at all, if we had n't wanted to. If any of
registers, keys, batteries, reels, &c., &c.,-one set you boys had known anything about telegraphs we
for each office,-and for about half-a-mile of wire, would have given you an office."
with the necessary office-wire, insulators, &c. "I reckon you don't have to know anything
This took pretty much all their capital, but they about telegraphs to be Secretary, or Treasurer
hoped to economize a good deal in the construction either," said George, warmly.
of the line, and felt quite hopeful. "No," answered Harry, "but you 've got to
But it seemed. to be a long and' dreary time that know how to keep accounts and to be careful and
they had to wait for the arrival of their purchases particular."
from New York. Either Harry or one of the other Like your sister Kate, I suppose," said George,
boys rode over to Hetertown every day, and. the with a sneer.
attention they paid to the operation of telegraphy, Yes, like Kate," answered Harry.
while waiting for the train, was something wonder- "I'd be ashamed of myself," said George, "if
ful. I could n't get a better Secretary or Treasurer than
It was a fortunate thing for the Board that, on a girl. I don't see what a girl is doing in the com-
account of the sickness of the teacher, the vacation pany, anyway. The right kind of a girl would n't
commenced earlier than usual in Akeville that year. be seen pushing herself in among a lot of boys that
More than a week passed, and no word from don't want her."
New York. No wonder the boys became impa- Without another word, the President of the
tient. It had been a month, or more, since the 'Crooked Creek Telegraph Company arose and of-
scheme had been first broached in the village, and fered battle to George Purvis. The contest was
nothing had yet been done-at least, nothing to a severe one, for Purvis was a tall fellow, but Harry
which the boys could point as. evidence of progress, was as tough as the sole of your boot, and he finally
The field of operations had been thoroughly ex- laid his antagonist on the flat of his back in the
plored. The pine-trees which were to serve as road.
telegraph-poles had been selected, and contracts George arose, put on his hat, dusted off his
had been made with "One-eyed Lewston," a colored clothes, and resigned his position in the Board.
preacher, who lived near the creek on the Akeville
side, and with Aunt Judy, who had a log-house on CHAPTER XVII.
the Hetertown side, by which these edifices were to PRINCIPALLY CONCERNING KATE.
be used as telegraphic stations. The instruments ,
and batteries, when not in use, were to be locked up URING all this work of soliciting
in stationary cases, made by the Akeville carpenter, ~. iiil!' .. subscriptions, ordering instruments
after designs by Harry. '. '. r and batteries and leasing stations,
Of course, while waiting for the arrival of their -- Kate had kept pretty much in the
goods from New York, the Board met every day. background: True, she had not
Having little real business, their discussions were 1 been idle. She had covered a great
not always harmonious. deal of paper with calculations and
George Purvis grew discontented. Several times had issued certificates of stock, all
he said to Brandeth Price and Harvey Ogden that 4 in her own plain handwriting, to
he did n't see why he should n't be something more those persons who had put money
than a mere Director, and a remark that Harvey into the treasury of the company. And she had
once made, that if Harry and Kate had not chosen received all that money, had kept accurate account
to ask him to join them he would not have been of it, and had locked it up in a little box which was
even a Director, made no impression upon him. kindly kept for her in the iron safe owned by Mr.
One day, when a meeting was in session by the Darby, the store-keeper.
roadside, near "One-eyed Lewston's" cabin,---or the When the money was all drawn out and sent to
Akeville telegraph station, as I should say,-George New York, her duties became easier.
and Harry had a slight dispute, and Purvis took School had closed, as has been before stated, and
occasion to give vent to some of his dissatisfaction, although Kate had home duties and some home
"I don't see what you 're President for, anyway," studies, she had plenty of time for out-door life.
said he to Harry. After the Board of Directors But now she almost always had to enjoy that life
had been organized it ought to have elected all alone, if we except the company of Rob, who gen-
the officers." erally kept faithfully near her so long as she saw


fit to walk, but when she stopped to rest or to pur- and hickory, with dog-wood, sweet gum, and other
sue some of her botanical or entomological studies smaller trees here and there; and there were open
he was very apt to wander off on his own account, spots where the sun shone in and where flowers
He liked to keep moving, grew and the insects loved to come, as well as
One of her favorite resorts was what was called heavily-shaded places under grand old trees.
the "Near Woods," a piece of forest land not far She thoroughly enjoyed herself in a wood like



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from Mr. Loudon's house, and within calling dis- this. She did not feel in the least lonely, although
tance of several dwellings and negro cabins. She she would have found herself sadly alone in a
visited Aunt Matilda nearly every day; but the busy street of a great city.
woods around her cabin were principally pine, and Here, she was acquainted with everything she
pine forests are generally very sombre. saw. There was company for her on every side.
But the "Near Woods" were principally of oak She had not been in the habit of passing the trees


and the bushes, the lichens and ferns, and the was scarcely a paper for the Treasurer to sign.
flowers and mosses as if they were merely people But the Secretary-- Well, there was no use of
hurrying up and down the street. She had stopped thinking any more about it. No doubt Harry
and had made their acquaintance, and now she knew what was best. He was with the Board every
knew them all and they were her good friends, ex- day, and she scarcely ever met the members.
cepting a few, such as the poison-vines, and here Harry saw that Kate was troubled, but he did n't
and there a plant or reptile with which she was know what to say, and so he whittled at the root
never on terms of intimacy, on which he was sitting.
She would often sit and swing on a low-bending "I should think, Harry," said Kate, directly,
grape-vine, that hung between two lofty trees, "that George Purvis would want to be Secretary.
sometimes singing and sometimes listening to the He 's just the kind of a boy to like to be an officer
insects that hummed around her, and all the while of some kind."
as happy a Kate as any Kate in the world. Oh, he can't be an officer," said Harry, still
It was here, on the grape-vine swing, that Harry whittling at the root. He has resigned."
found her, the day after his little affair with George George Purvis resigned exclaimed Kate.
Purvis. Why, what did he do that for? "
Why, Harry !" she cried, I thought you were "Oh, we did n't agree," said Harry; "and
having a meeting." we 're better off without him. We have Directors
"There's nothing to meet about," said Harry, enough as it is. Five is a very good number.
seating himself on a big moss-covered root near There can't be a tie vote with five members in the
Kate's swing. Board."
There will be when the telegraph things come," Kate suspected that something had happened
said Kate. that she was not to be told. But she asked no
Oh, yes, there '11 be enough to do then, but it questions.
seems as if they were never coming. And I've After a few minutes of swinging and whittling, in
been- thinking about something, 'Kate. It strikes which neither of them said anything, Kate got out
me that, perhaps, it would be better for you to hold of her grape-vine swing and picked up her hat from
only one office." the ground, and Harry jumped up and whistled for
"Why? Don't I do well enough?" asked Kate, Rob.
quickly, stopping herself very suddenly in her As they walked home together, Kate said:
swinging. Harry, I think I'd better resign as Treasurer.
Oh, yes you do better than anyone else could. Perhaps the officers ought all to be boys."
But, you see, the other fellows-I mean the Board "Look here, Kate," said Harry; and he stopped
-may think that some of them ought to have an as he spoke, "I 'm not going to have anybody else
office. I 'd give them one of mine, but none of as Treasurer. If you resign that office I'll smash
them would do for Engineer. They don't know the company!"
enough about the business." Of course, after that there was nothing more to
"Which office would you give up, if you were be said, and Kate remained Treasurer of the
me ?" asked Kate. Crooked Creek Telegraph Company.
"Oh, I 'd give up the Secretaryship, of course," Before very long, of course, she heard the par-
said Harry. "Nobody but you must be Treas- ticulars of George Purvis' resignation. She did n't
urer. Harvey Davis would make a very good say much about it, but she was very glad that it was
Secretary, considering that there 's so little writing not Harry who had been whipped.
to do now." The next morning, quite early,-the birds and
"Well, then," said Kate, "let Harvey be Sec- the negroes had been up some time, but everybody
retary." in Mr. Loudon's house was still sleeping soundly,
There was no bitterness or reproachfulness in -Harry, who had a small room at the front of the
Kate's words, but she looked a little serious, and house, was awakened by the noise of a horse gal-
began to swing herself very vigorously. It was loping wildly up to the front gate, and by hearing
evident that she felt this resignation of her favorite his name shouted out at the top of a boy's voice.
office much more deeply than she chose to express. The boy was Tom Selden, and he shouted:
And no wonder. She had done all the work; she "Oh, Harry! Harry Loudon! Hello, there!
had taken a pride in doing her work well, and now, The telegraph things have come !"
when the company- was about to enter upon its Harry gave one bound. He jerked on his clothes
actual public life, she was to retire into the back- quicker than you could say the multiplication table,
ground. For a Treasurer had not much to do, es- and he rushed down stairs and into the front yard.
pecially now that there was so little money. There It was actually so! The instruments and bat-


teries and everything, all packed up in boxes,-Tom It makes no difference," said Mrs. Loudon.
could n't say how many boxes,-had come by a late "You must have your breakfast first."
train, and Mr. Lyons had sent word over to his house Mr. Loudon now put in a word, and Selim was
last night, and he 'd been over there this morning led back to the stable.
by daybreak and had seen one of the boxes, and Well, I suppose I must," said poor Harry, with
it was directed, all right, to the Crooked Creek an air of resignation. Come in, Tom, and have
Telegraph Company, and- something to eat."
There was a good deal more intelligence, it ap- The news spread rapidly. Harvey Davis was
feared, but it was n't easy to make it out, for Harry soon on hand, and by the time breakfast was over,
was asking fifty questions, and Kate was calling out nearly everybody in the village knew that the tele-
from one of the windows, and Dick Ford and half- graph things had come.
a-dozen other negro boys were running up and Harry and Tom did not get off as soon as they
shouting to each other that the things had come. expected, for Mr. Loudon advised them to take the
Mr. Loudon came out to see what all the ex- spring-wagon,-for they would need it to haul
citement was about, and he had to be told every- their apparatus to the telegraphic stations,-and
thing by Tom and Harry, both at once; and Rob the horse had to be harnessed and the cases which
and Blinks were barking, and there was hubbub were to protect the instruments, when not in use,
enough. were to be brought from the carpenter-shop, and
Harry shouted to one of the boys to saddle Selim, so it seemed very late before they started.
and when the horse was brought around in an in- Just as they were ready to go, up galloped Bran-
credibly short time,-four negroes having clapped deth Price and Wilson Ogden. So away they all
on his saddle and bridie,-Harry ran into the house went together, two of the Board in the wagon and
to get his hat, but just as he had bounced out three on horseback.
again, his mother appeared at the front door. Kate stood at the front gate looking after them.
Harry!" she cried, "you're not going off with- Do what she would, she could not help a tear or
out your breakfast !" two rising to her eyes. Mr. Loudon noticed her
Oh, I don't want any breakfast, mother," he standing there, and he went down to her.
shouted. "Never mind, Kate," said he, I told them not
"But you cannot go without your breakfast, to unpack the things until they had hauled them to
You 'll be sick." the Creek, and I '11 take you over to Aunt Judy's
But just think!" expostulated Harry. "The in the buggy. We'll get there by the time the
:things have been there all night." boys arrive."
(To be continued.)



ONCE upon a time, there was a very old couple At noon, when her husband came home, she
living in a wood, which was full of all kinds of wild cooked him a nice dinner. While they were sitting
animals. at the table, she thought of the peach she had
One morning the old man went to gather some found in the creek, and went to get it. When she
wood in the forest, leaving his old wife at home. opened the door of the cupboard, to her great sur-
A little before noon, the good woman went to the prise she saw a dear little baby coming out of the
creek to wash clothes, when, to her astonishment, peach.
she saw a fine, large peach floating upon the water "Oh, wonderful! Oh, wonderful!" was all the
,directly in front of her. She picked it up, but did old woman could say. The old man, hearing the
not eat it at once, but thought she would save it exclamation, immediately went to see what was the
and share it with her dear old man at dinner. So matter. He was as much astonished as his wife at
she put it safely away in the cupboard. the sight of the baby.

18741 THE PEACH-BOY. 387

".It is very good, dear wife," said he, for we all his attempts had failed he became much exas-
have no child of our own, so we will take this one, operated, and began to torment her even more than
and bring it up as ours." he had done before. She was sometimes ordered
So she took the baby and wrapped it carefully, to carry water in a basket to fill a tub ; and
and put it into a basket, and placed it by the win- another time she was to fill bottomless sacks with
dow. chestnuts; and again, she was forced to kindle a
In a few days the child grew so large that it was fire without matches or wood, and sometimes the
almost impossible to keep it in the basket. So she Oni would send her out to buy things for him and
took a strong string and tied one end to the baby would not give her any money. All these torments
and the other to a millstone to keep it from getting she gladly bore rather than be the wife of such a
away. But, notwithstanding, the child was so monster. The Oni, however, promised her if she

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(F simile o dwing by Jpnese g

strong that it went about through the woods with would perform any of the tasks which he had given

a giant, and worked with all a giant's strength, best to do as she was bid, but all in vain. As it

tried in many ways to make her consent. When land). He searched among his soldiers but could
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(Fac simile of a drawing by a Japanese girl.)
strong that it went about through the woods with would perform any of the tasks which he had given
the millstone and did a great deal of mischief. her to do, he would set her free and send her back
In a few days, the baby had grown to the size of to her father. So this beautiful princess tried her
a giant, and worked with all a giant's strength, best to do as she was bid, but all in vain. As it
helping the old man work upon his little farm. was impossible for her to comply with his wishes,
About this, time the daughter of the Japanese he tried to force her again to be his queen.
king had been stolen by an Oni (a devil), and car- While she was suffering by the cruel tasks that
ried far away to an iron castle on the Oni's island, had been imposed on her, and was expecting every
where she was imprisoned and tormented by fierce day to be forced to marry the Oni, her father was
and ugly creatures. The chief of the Onis often trying to devise some plan by which he might take
tried to persuade her to marry him and become his daughter from the castle of this cruel suitor, as
his queen, but she would not accept the Oni's it had been reported to him that she was in the
throne. But the Oni persisted in wooing her, and possession of the Oni, in the Oniga Shnia (devils'
tried in many ways to make her consent. When land). He searched among his soldiers, but could


not find any one who would undertake this perilous Then all agreed to obey the commands of the
enterprise. However, he heard that there was a peach-child, who at once assumed control of these
child in his kingdom who, though only a few years loyal warriors, and the perilous journey was corn-
old, was yet very strong and as large as a giant, and menced.
was able and willing to undertake the king's design When the whole army reached the Oniga Shnia,
to rescue his daughter from the Oniga Shnia. all the Onis made great preparation to give the
Whom do you suppose that child was ? Do you peach-boy's warriors battle.
think he was a Japanese ? Yes, he was by birth, Next morning, both armies met on the great
but not by race. He was called Monirtaro (peach- plains of the Oniga Shnia, where they fought a ter-
child), because he came out of a peach, and was no rible battle, until night put an end to the conflict.
other than the child that the old woman had found The fortune of the day decided against the Oni's
in the cupboard where she had put the peach that party, and an immense number were slaughtered,
she had taken from the river and their blood covered the plain.
When the old king heard of this wonderful child Next morning, the peach-child's army having
who was so young, and yet so very strong, he sent completely routed the Oni's hosts and captured the
one of his servants to bid him come to his palace iron castle of their prince, after a diligent search
at once. So the child obeyed the king's order and in the castle they found the beautiful and lovely
went to the palace, and was carried into the king's daughter of the king confined in a dark dungeon.
private chamber. When the victorious army opened the Oni's
The king asked him if he would bring back his treasury they found numerous precious things.
daughter from the Oniga Shnia. The peach-child Among them were two suits of winged dresses and
told him he would try to do it, as he did not feel at a mysterious Japanese box. The peach-child and
all afraid of the Oni. Then the king promised the king's daughter put on the winged dresses and
him, that if he should succeed, he would give him flew back to the king's palace in a few minutes,
his daughter's hand in marriage as a reward for his and told the king what had happened in the Oniga
great service. Shnia.
Early the next morning, the peach-child assem- The old king was very much pleased, and gave
bled all the warriors together that were to accom- his daughter in marriage to the peach-boy, who,
pany him on his expedition to Oniga Shnia, and after the old king's death, ascended the Japanese
made them a speech, and he promised to reward throne.
all that would serve the king's cause faithfully in The wonder of his age and reign was the myste-
the expedition against the Oni. They were to rious box which was taken from the Oni, out of
have three rice biscuits apiece. which the king could obtain anything he wanted.



THE music of the Magic Keys, played in New up stairs, by permission of the superintendent we
York, is heard instantly on the Pacific Coast, on enter a large room, where we hear a sharp, clicking
the rocky shore of Newfoundland, or, in spite of the sound, like a multitude of little tack-hammers, all
raging ocean between, on the far-away coast of going at once.
Ireland. Every day they tell us what is transpiring We soon see what makes all this clicking. It is
in the Old World; every day they herald the ap- the Magic Keys.
proach of fair or foul weather, and warn the seaman "That is the kind of a tune they play," says
of coming storms, our guide, taking us to another instrument, at
Suppose you put on your hats and coats, and come which a gentleman was sitting quietly. "It is
with me. I am going to look at the Magic Keys. nothing but click, click, click."
Here we are, at the corner of Broadway and Lib- But see that strip of white paper moving from a
erty street, New York, before the building of the reel, and coming out between two little wheels. It
Western Union Telegraph Company. Climbing has nothing on it before it goes between the wheels,

1874.] THE MAGIC KEYS. 389

but when it comes out there are printed letters on wing to the ocean-bound lands of Nova Scotia and
it, in plain Roman characters. Newfoundland.
"Who is doing that? I ask. From New York to Trinity Bay, Newfoundland,
The operator in Philadelphia," replies our kind is more than a third of the way to Europe. Sweep-
informant, "who is playing there upon the Magic ing up near the coast, through New England, we
Keys." reach the Queen's Dominions. The Gulf of St.
Messages are private, but this one happens to be Lawrence must be crossed, and then we must pass
addressed to me, and so the superintendent clips over a wild and rugged country to the sea. Stand-
the strip of paper from the large white roll, and ing, at length, on ths eastern cliffs of Newfound-
hands it to me. Here is part of it for you to read: land, we look out upon the boundless ocean.


---- "ls----r^

I may tell you, confidentially, that I have had this Underneath that great deep lies the Atlantic Cable,
message sent to me on purpose, just to show you the thick shore end of which rests quietly in the
the operation. It is from my little niece, who is peaceful harbor at Hearts' Content, on Trinity Bay,
anxiously waiting in the Philadelphia office for an and is brought up from there to the telegraph
answer. So I write one on a piece of paper, and house on the rocks.
hand it to the operator, who at once places it before Entering this building, we find ourselves in a
him and begins to play as if it were a piece of darkened room. We discern, in the gloom, two.
music. He stops. What! there already? Yes; men standing before a table, upon which is a small
and Annie has read it, and knows that I will send flat box, on which is mounted a round brass case.
the new dress. Directly before this case, at the distance of about
Another instrument, much more extensively used one foot and a-half, we notice a bright beam of
than the combination printing machine, is the light coming from a small slit in a screen, and just
Morse register, or rather, what has since taken ips above this luminous slit appears a brighter spot of
place on most lines in this country, the Morse light, resting upon a white graduated scale. The
sounder. The latter instrument communicates figures of the two men move weirdly before it as
messages by sounds. The Morse register recorded they adjust some part of their apparatus, and
the message by embossing dots and dashes on a speak in low, mysterious tones to each other.
strip of white paper; the sounds correspond to Suddenly, a bell sounds sharply, vibrating through
these dots and dashes. By manipulating a single the room with a strange thrill, and the round
key the operator in New York is enabled to send spot steals like a ghost across the face of the scale,
signals all the way to Chicago, or even to San moving, now to the right and now to the left. Its
Francisco. It is very easy to arrange the connec- movements, in one direction, denote the dots, and
tions of a telegraph wire so that by touching the in the other direction, the dashes of the Morse
Magic Key in New York, cannon could be fired' alphabet, which is used for signaling through the
off, or bells rung, in another city. These feats were Atlantic Cable. As this bright spot moves from
actually accomplished during the great Boston side to side, it is difficult to believe that its motions
Jubilee. Of the principles upon which the tele- are made by the fingers of a man two thousand
graphic apparatus is worked I will soon speak. miles away, on the coast of Ireland; and yet this
The most beautiful and impressive of all the is the astounding fact. The operator in Ireland
methods of telegraphic communication can be seen is manipulating a Magic Key, and now you are
in the telegraph houses of the Atlantic Cable. almost prepared to believe that it is his voice which
Taking our leave of the "Western Union" office sounds in the darkened room, announcing the mes-
at New York, let us transport ourselves on fancy's sages from the other side of the vast Atlantic.


The instrument used to regulate these significant but there must be some kind of a frame to hold the
movements of the little spot of light is called a re- scale, on which the reflection is thrown. Through
fleeting galvanometer. It is the invention of Sir the slit in the screen or chimney, the narrow ray
of light passes to a convex lens, and through that
to a small round mirror behind it. When the light
strikes the mirror it is reflected back through the
lens to the scale in front of the lamp.
But what makes the spot of light move? We
shall see directly. The lens and the mirror are
both fixed in a brass tube, which is made like a
plug, so that it may be taken out of the case.
I BThe mirror, being very light, of the thinnest glass
that can be made, is suspended in the tube by a
delicate silken fibre. On the back of the mirror is
cemented a very small magnet. Around the tube
which holds the mirror and lens is a hollow cylin-
drical bobbin of brass, on which is wound a great
many times, a fine copper wire. This wire is all
insulated, that is, it is covered with fine silk, which
FIG. 1. FRONT VIEW OF BOBBIN. is a non-conductor. The current of electricity
William Thomson, of Glasgow University, and is consequently has to travel the entire length of the
the most delicate apparatus of the kind ever de- wire thus coiled on the bobbin. The bobbin
vised. Because it is so sensitive as to be worked is insulated from the case containing it, by being
by a very feeble current of electricity,
it is preferred to every other method
for ocean telegraphy, as a current of
great intensity is liable to injure the
cable, especially if there should hap- .
pen to be an imperfection in the cover- . .-
ing.of the wires, so as to permit the li
escape of any portion of electricity.- I
In such a case the conductor would -.- L
become corroded at the weak point, i lll11'1 ''l" 'll''i '" --
and finally all communication would ii'1_lli: i IH, i' r
be destroyed. A very small battery is II i
used to work the cable, for the gal-
vanometer reveals the presence of the. THE RFLECT NOMETE
least particle of electricity, and its action is almost fastened to a piece of hard rubber. Fig. I repre-
as delicate as the twinkling of an eye. The little sents a front view of the hollow cylindrical bob-
spot of light, which bin, B, B'. In the centre is the lens, L, and be-
.0 is the tell-tale of the hind the lens is the mirror, M. Now, suppose
i great cable, origi- this figure is cut through at the dotted line, and
l nates from an ordin- the inside revealed to us. We should then see
S ary kerosene lamp exactly how the instrument is arranged. Fig. 2
~ placed behind a is such a section through the coil and bobbin. A is
screen having a slit the hollow bobbin; B, B' are its deep flanges, be-
I ,- in it, in front of the tween which the fine wire is wound. D is the
mirror. Instead of "plug," with its hollow chamber or tube, which is
a glass chimney, a closed by the lens, E. The little mirror, F, is seen
metal one is some- suspended by.its silken fibre, and the edge of the
times used, hiding tiny magnet can be observed peeping from behind
the light, except at the mirror. The two ends of the galvanometer
ci c .C a small opening op- wire, T and T', are carried down to the stand on
posite the flame. If which the instrument rests, and connected to the
the metal chimney binding screws, A and B (see Fig. 3), and to which
S be adopted, a screen other wires may be attached.
FIG. SECTION OF COIL AND Fig the complete arranged
BOBBIN, is not so necessary, Fig. 3 shows the complete instrument, arranged

i874.] THE MAGIC KEYS. 39r

for use. On the right is seen the lamp, L, from the conducting wire through "which the electric
which a narrow beam of light passes through the current flows to M, the magnet. L is the lever,
opening, M, in the direction of the dotted line, and resting on A, its axis. S is the spring, attached to
one end of the lever and the wooden stand. A is.
A the armature of the lever, consisting of a small bar
.. 'l _',' .. of iron. When the current is turned on, the arm-
S-ature is drawn downward, attracted by the magnet;
Sb u t th e in s ta n t th e c u r r e n t is b r o k e n th e s p r in g
S_ draws the lever back to its first position.
-- _____ .' We thus have a regular motion established, the
= _.speed of which can be regulated as desired by the
gentlest movement of the hand. If, now, we place
a metallic frame around the end of the lever, as is
seen in Fig. 5, and adjust it at the right distance,
arrow, I, to the lens in the galvanometer, as pre- the motions of the lever will be indicated by the
viously described, and then is reflected back by the sounds made against the frame as the magnet acts.
mirror, as the other arrow and line indicate, mak- on the armature. Certain combinations of sounds
ing a bright spot upon the scale, N. s and T are indicate the letters of the alphabet, as has before
magnets, used to control the one on the back of the been stated. The ear of the telegraph operator is
mirror, trained to detect these sounds, so that it is just as
The positive and negative currents can be made easy for him to read a message sent by the
to pass through the galvanometer coil at the will of "sounder," as it is for one skilled in music to
the operator. These currents move in opposite
directions. When the galvanometer is not charged
at all, the mirror is motionless, and the spot of
light rests quietly in the centre of the scale, or,
"at zero." Now, let a momentary current be sent III i
into the coil, and the mirror swings, say to the left,
making a movement which represents a dot. The
current, passing around the magnet, causes the
little magnet of the mirror to move in the same
direction. Charge the galvanometer from the
other pole of the battery, and you reverse the mo- -
tion: the mirror swings to the right, causing the FIG. 6. THE KEY.
spot of light to move to the right of zero, indicating
a dash. The alphabet of dots and dashes is the read the notes. So much for the movement of the
Morse alphabet, which is indicated by sound on receiving instrument.
the Morse instrument. What this instrument is, The sender of the message may be a thousand
and how it is worked, will now claim our attention, miles away,-or more, but, as before mentioned, he
The motion of the telegraphic instrument is ob- makes-himself understood to the most distant point
trained by opening and closing a current of elec- by simply depressing and releasing a signal key.
tricity on a bar of soft iron, coiled with wire, the I have entitled this sketch of the telegraph The
Magic Keys," because it is by means of the key,
Fig. 6, that the subtle fluid is sent on its flight over
,T .i .,,,,,., ,,,,,, the wires. This key is a small lever of brass, work-
ing upon an axis. At the end nearest the operator
K j is a round knob, by which the lever is pressed down.
The key is connected to the wire of the main line.
-"- From the battery another wire is brought up di-
rectly under the signal key, so that when the key
is depressed the ends of the wires are connected,
making a complete conductor for the current to
iron becoming a strong magnet when the current pass from the battery into the main line. When
is on, and losing its magnetism when the current is the key is not in use, the circuit-closer, c, is pushed
broken. A lever, hung on an axis over the magnet, against the battery wire, thus making the receiving
is moved upward and downward by the combined instrument ready to receive a message.
action of the magnet and a spring, in Fig. 4. w is The battery (one being at each end of the line)


consists of a series of cells, or jars, fitted up with longs to your chemistry, I will let you study it out
copper and zinc plates, the copper in one cell being at school, if you have not already done so, assuring
connected by a wire with the zinc in the next, ex- you that it will give you much pleasure to learn for
cept in the outside jars. One of the outside jars yourselves all about the galvanic battery.
has a ground wire, buried in the earth, and the In concluding this brief, and necessarily imper-
other is connected with the signal key, as I have fect sketch, it is gratifying to state that some of our
described. The jars are filled with a liquid con- School Boards are seriously considering the pro-
taining sulphates of copper, and the action of this priety of introducing the study of this useful science
acid on the zinc produces electricity. As this be- into the public schools.


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THE ueen o' May held court one day,- Now, never sneeze, but warm your knees
The fields had nought to give her; And look for daisies growing;
All in their best her maids were drest, You '11 find the air quite soft and fair,
And they began to shiver. Unless it fall a-snowing."

Quite soft !" they said, each loyal maid
So fair !" the boys went chaffing;
But soon the May came down that way,
And set them all a-laughing.

1874.1 BUBBLES. 393



IT is so long since it happened, my dears, that This made me shout with joy. I looked up, but
whenever I think about it, the youngest of my ac- the little girl was gone. Probably she had bobbed
quaintances fade quite out of sight; dear middle- her head back into the room. It was just like little
aged faces grow rosy and youthful; Mary, my girls, to do so, you know. Then I blew others,
grave little wife, suddenly goes dancing down the
garden path with a skipping-rope; our worn-out
old Dobbin becomes a frisky colt; the tumbled-
down affair yonder, behind the pile of brush,
straightens itself into a trim, freshly-painted wood-
shed; and-well the long and short of it is this: --
the memory of that day always carries me back to
the time when I was a little bit of a boy. .I V7'.. "'..'
You see, I sat on the porch blowing soap-bubbles. ,S ~.'.r
I remember it just as if it were yesterday. The i
roses were out and the wheelbarrow had a broken -
leg; the water in the well was low, and if you tried
to climb up on the curb to look down into it you 'd '-
have some one screeching for you to "come away e
from there." But you could do what you pleased
on the porch. It was so warm and sunny that
mother let me leave off my shoes as a matter of
course. It seems to me that I can remember just -----
how the hot boards felt to the soles of my tiny, bare -
feet. Certainly I can recall how Ponto looked ex-
actly (he has been dead these dozen years, poor
fellow!). The lather must have been precisely ---
right, for I know it worked beautifully. Such
bubbles as I blew that morning! What colors
they displayed! How lightly they sailed up into
the clear air Sometimes a little one with a bead- _
at the end-a failure-would fall upon Ponto's nose
and burst so quickly that I could n't tell whether I -
its bursting made him blink or his blinking made -.
it burst. Sometimes a big one would float off in .,
the sunlight and slowly settle upon the soft grass,
where it would rock for an instant, then snap and knew she was watching me again; and, all of
silently out of sight, leaving only a glistening drop a sudden, mother called me.
behind. And sometimes- But here I must "Is that all? Didn't the little girl fall out of
begin afresh. the window, or nothing?"
The little girl who lived next door very soon Heart alive! What ever put such a thought
came and leaned her bright head out of the win- into your heads?
dow. A bubble had just started at the end of my Fall out of the window, indeed !
pipe. I did n't look up; but I knew she was I can't remember much more about that summer.
watching me, and so I blew and blew just as gently It seems to me that there were peaches, and that
and steadily as I could, and the bubble grew big- Ponto learned to draw a wagon; but I 'm not sure
ger, bigger, bigger, until at last it almost touched my whether that happened just then or a year or two
nose. Looking down upon it I saw first the blue afterward.
sky, then perfect little apple-tree branches, with The next thing that comes up is a school-room.
every speck of a leaf complete, then I saw the I must have been a big boy by that time, for I re-
house, then the window, with the sash lifted, and member having my pockets full of marbles, also I
then I saw the little girl! remember having a black eye on account of a
VOL. I.-26.


fellow named Townley. (Townley is in the cigar Well, as I remarked, this time I am trying to make
business now.) Besides, I was in fractions, and, money. There is a great excitement in Wall
though I did n't care very much for study, I did n't street: Men are being made rich or poor in an
want her to think I was stupid. Who? Did n't I hour. I have a good, steady clerkship, but a
tell you? Why, a little girl who went to the same chance for blowing a great big, big bubble comes
school,-a little girl in a pink calico dress and a to me. I can see a happy face already looking up
white sun-bonnet. She had a way of dropping her at me from its golden surface.
books on her way home from school, I remember, She shall be rich now !
and we fellows used to grab for them so as to have I blow and blow, and the. bubble bursts i All
the fun of handing them to her. Well, the way I gone,-gone in a flash,-the savings of years !
used to try to get up head in the classes when she Ruined ruined !
was there was astonishing. The other fellows tried I hurry home-though it is but the middle of the
to show off in the same way, too; but I knew by day. No one there. I sit down in a chair and
the way that she didn't ever notice me unless I think. Ruined? Not a bit of it. Have n't I health
spoke to her that she thought my bubble was the and honesty and strength ? Have n't I mother and
biggest. You see it was only blowing bubbles again, have n't I Mary and have n't I little Joe ?
after all. With this thought I stepped to the back window
Well, time flew along, and at last a war came. and looked out. Surely enough there sat the little
I was a fine, stout fellow then; mother said I could fellow, and, as sure as I live, if the young scamp
go,-bless her brave heart!-and I went. Ah, wasn't blowing bubbles And, if you '11 believe
children such sights as I saw! Such scenes as me, the little girl next door was leaning out of the
we passed through! But we won't talk of them window watching him Just then, Mary came in,
now. It's enough to say, that though I felt patri- -I mean just now, for the fact is I 'm writing about
otic and all that, I wanted to distinguish myself this very day. And Mary and I both think it is n't
-well, I don't mind telling you in confidence-so such a very dreadful thing, after all, to lose a few
that Somebody with brown, laughing eyes and hundred dollars, for I have my clerkship yet, and
a gentle voice would be almost as proud as mother I'm determined never to speculate with my savings
to see me coming back with honors. again. No, I 'm going to be a steady, faithful,
Blowing bubbles again, you'll observe, hard-working fellow, and Mary and mother and
Once more time flew along. Why not ? And Joe and I are going to be just as comfortable and
again I found myself trying-this time to make happy as chippy birds -and-
money. The day, as I look back, is so close that You see, I aifm blowing this new bubble so slowly
the old faces put on their own look again, and the and cautiously in the sunlight that I know it will be
young acquaintances come to light once. more, and all safe. And right in the heart of it I see Mary-
Mary, my wife, no longer skipping down the gar- Mary who has looked brightly up at me from every
den path, sits at her little work-table sewing. bubble that I have ever blown in all my life.


By E. B.

"WHAT a beautiful snow-storm," thought Milly, claimed, triumphantly, Really, it will be as good
as she stood looking wistfully out of the window, as new."
She did so wish she was out If she, too, were Mother," interrupted Milly.
only a little street-sweeper It was so hard to be Well?"
kept carefully within doors,-so hard. She was Then I cannot skate ?"
silent for full ten minutes,-busy with her thoughts. No," deeply engrossed in the bonnet.
At last, a happy one struck her, and she turned "Nor slide down hill?"
quickly to her mother, a pretty-faced young No, child, not in this snow-storm."
woman, who was deeply interested in re-trimming But I can put on my cloak, and new fur tippet,
a last year's bonnet, and who at this moment ex- and gloves, and take an umbrella, and fill a basket


with goodies for poor Miss Fanshaw. Can't I ? shaw might be more comfortable in a larger room,
For she is so poverty poor, you know." she laughed within herself, exclaiming, No, no,
Milly had one thought for Miss Fanshaw and my dearies; you see I have only to sit in the mid-
two for herself. For, in reality, she thought her- dle of my room to reach everything. There's my
self very hardly used to be kept indoors; while she Bible, and there's my bread-jar, and there 's my
deemed it rare fun to be "poverty poor," like Miss work-basket, and there's my cutting-board, and
Fanshaw, in her little playhouse room. .there's the stove, with the teapot on it,-so
Her mother smiled wisely, and gave her per- handy And her hand pointed around the room
mission to go. So Milly, like the little woman she as if it were a hand on a clock pointing to the
was, equipped herself for the walk. She then went hours. Besides, as for the wood, why I'm warm
into the store-room, and put into a willow basket a as toast with burning two sticks and a few kindlers
loaf of bread, a jar of sweetmeats, and four red a day. Then I can tidy up the room, bright as a
apples. After which preparation, she started forth basket o' chips, in less than a wink o' time."
with as happy a face as one could meet in a day's Milly thought this housekeeping a wonderful
walk; and the face was no happier than the little affair, and Miss Fanshaw a sort of divinity.
warm heart beating beneath the warm cloak. No A happy thought struck Milly, as she sat perched
wonder the snow was not cold to her in the arm-chair, and Miss Fanshaw flitted like a
Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow the little humming-bird about her.
heart kept chanting to itself, as she watched the "Miss Fanshaw!"
star-like crystals alighting on her dress and gloves. Well, dear ? "
Even the old board fence, with its clinging vines, Let's play tea "
shorn of their summer beauty, was draped in the "Bless the child! Play tea? Of course you
beautiful snow. Oh, it came down so quietly and shall."
comfortably, as if it had a world of leisure, and a And she buzzed over to a little cupboard, and
world of its wealth to bestow brought out a tiny shining tea-kettle, and put it
All too quickly, Milly was at Miss Fanshaw's upon the tiny stove, over the tiny blaze. It began
door. In answer to Milly's "rat-tat-tap" at the to sing and sing. She then whirled a little round
door, it creaked-and wriggled and groaned a little, table (resting on one leg with! three carved claws)
and then swung wide open; and there stood Miss into the centre of the room. Over this she spread
Fanshaw, a little shriveled figure, the shoulders a strip of old white, home-made linen. Upon this
S pinned tightly up in an antiquated baby-blanket, she placed one plate with a dot of butter, another
embroidered all around in herring-bone" and plate with a dot of cheese, and another with a dot
various other marvelous stitches. From under the of sass." Then she brought out a crusty piece of
shawl peeped two arms, clothed in the neatest bread, two marvelous little china cups, and two
"leg-o'-mutton" sleeves. On one finger was a ancient plates, figured with red.
*-ring,-no, something just as dear to her, and Then came Milly's turn. She climbed down
it betokened a life-long engagement, too It was from her perch; drew the basket from under her
an old brass thimble, worn full of holes, and as cloak, which she had declined removing; put the
bright as gold itself. loaf on the table, then the jar, and then ranged the
But I must not forget her face. A white face, four red apples beside them.
with white hair, white eyebrows and eyelashes, and Bless the child! bless the child cried little
two deep-blue, bright, twinkling eyes, which seemed Miss Fanshaw, lifting her two hands and rolling up
to say, "Ah me, what a dear, delightful, merry, her two bright eyes.
busy world it is; and I've a young heart for it yet, Then she chattered and hummed like the tea-
if the wrinkles are in my face kettle, as she took Milly's wrappings and hung
Bless the child she cried, in her short, crisp them on a peg, and filled up her teapot; and they
way. "Did she come down in the snow? And sat down to the table.
she drew Milly in, and took the long broom and There was a deep silence in the room,--even the
swept her from head to foot. "Now, my dear, kettle forgot to sing; all silent but the old ticking
I ve swept the way to your mouth, I must have a clock.
kiss! So, in the silence, Miss Fanshaw's laughing eyes
So, giving her one emphatic embrace, she whirled closed; and her fingers, pricked with scores of
her along the hall of the tenement-house, into the needles, were now crossed devoutly on her breast;
least atom of a room,-not half as big as your play- and her lips moved with the words:
room,-and perched her up in an old, rickety arm- ". For our blessings, Lord make us truly thank-
chair, ful. Amen !"
If anyone presumed to suggest that Miss Fan- Milly's eyes grew rounder and larger than ever.


When Miss Fanshaw lifted her sweet, bleached cheese ?), why, the beautiful snow cores down for
face, it was as light as if in some way the Lord me to look at; and when I 'm thinking of the poor
himself looked out of it. woman round the corner, who should come in but
Miss Fanshaw !" little Milly, as if she snowed out of the clouds.
What, dearie ? Will you have a sip of tea ?" So now I shall have a feast to take to the poor
Do you always say it ? hungering woman I was a-thinking of. Don't you
Why, to be sure I do,-(have a lump o' sugar think I ought to think of the giver, Milly ?"
in ?)-only I usually say I and me. Now, you Milly's face was full of wonder and awe.
know, its we and us." I say, Miss Fanshaw, don't you ever say me
Why do you say it? Our folks don't." any more. You just play I 'm here, and you say
You see, Milly (have a bit of butter ?-there's (lifting her small hands), 'Lord, make us truly
more on the shelf)-you see, I have so muc/ to be thankful.'"
thankful for. Bless your heart Why, I keep A tear came in Miss Fanshaw's eye.
singing within me all the time, I'm so thankful." "Yes, dearie, it shall be us after this. Any-
What for, Miss Fanshaw?" Milly had for- ways, all that love the Lord are 'us.' It's just like
gotten to eat. the 'ring7around-a-rosy' in the school play. We
"What for? Why, if it aint one thing, it is all have a hold of hands, and are 'us,'-only the
another. If it is n't the broken candles the grocer ring goes all around the big world."
gives, it's the liver from the Grimes's in killing- Miss Fanshaw and her little guest finished their
time; and if it is n't the liver, it's the shirts to tea, and cleared away the dishes, and gathered up
make for the Picksnifs; and if it is n't the shirts, the fragments, that nothing might be wasted, then
it's the sitting in Miss Markham's pew; and if it put them in the basket, and went forth, in the snow
is n't the pew, it's the chips from the new barn and the growing darkness, to carry blessings to
a-building; and if it is n't the chips (have a bit of the foor woman around the corner.


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"Harage! garage! garage or sounds just piastres for twenty yards of Tripoli silk! Fifty pi-
like these, came floating on the hot air to Ned Paul- astres Cinquante piastres Humseen grosh !
ing last summer, as he lay swinging lazily in a net Elli croosh he keeps crying to his auditors.
hammock, under an awning, on the deck of the "Humseen grosh Humseen grosh! Cinquante
ship "Betsey." It was in port, at Smyrna, where piastres !" until Ned, knowing the value of silks,
the vessel, having discharged her cargo, was wait- and thinking of his mother, bids fifty-one piastres,
ing for a home freight of raisins, figs, and olives, and the piece of silk is his.
back to Boston. Ned had been hard at work for Smyrna is a mart for the whole world. Every-
six days. There had been no end of trouble to get body who wants to trade goes there. Travelers to
receipts from the merchants for safe delivery of the East buy their horses at Smyrna. After several
goods. The last voucher had come aboard an hour months' travel, they often return to Smyrna to sell
before, and his accounts being now square, and them. As it is the first port visited in going to
nothing more for the supercargo to do till Jacobus Palestine, so it is generally the last that is left be-
Brothers, the consignees, should give notice that fore embarking for England. Selling worn-out
the home cargo was ready, he had dressed himself horses becomes, therefore, a very considerable busi-
for a stroll on shore, and was waiting till early even- ness there, and it gives employment to quite a
ing should make the heat tolerable in the streets. number of auctioneers. The moment a traveler
A first voyage as supercargo, no matter how enters the gates of the town from the East, he is
good a clerk a boy may have been, tries his mettle, accosted by several of these persons on the look-out
He must think for himself. His decisions must be for a job. After much haggling about what per
quick and positive. Yes and No he must never say. cent. shall be paid upon the price the horse sells
It is one thing to sell goods, or to keep books, or to for, the man selected vaults into the saddle and
take stock, or to strike balances, or to average profits rides off. No sooner is he on his way, than he be-
every day in a store; but it is altogether another gins his cry, "Harage harage !" looking around
thing to take charge alone of a cargo consisting of on every side for a bidder. Some one has said,
all sorts of goods, shipped from Boston to a foreign One hundred piastres." The auctioneer takes
port. However, Ned Pauling had taken it. He the man's address, and crying out, Harage one
remembered his mother's last words, many years hundred one hundred !" pursues his ride slowly
before, Straight forward, Ned! Straight forward through the streets. The chances are that if the
is the best runner !" And the Betsey's" accounts owner is strolling through the town, he will en-
were as square as any day's accounts had ever been counter his steed more than once during the day.
in State street. So Ned was ready for a "lark." His price may have advanced to two hundred and
Harage harage harage kept ringing on ten, and Two hundred and ten his rider is cry-
the air, as Ned went ashore. ing aloud, when a Turk, who is quietly smoking his
In a square, three or four blocks from the pipe, starts up in his shop, eyes the animal keenly,
wharves, on a platform of rough boards resting on and sings out, Two hundred and twenty." The
two hogsheads, stood a turbaned Turk, cutting auctioneer makes no more to do, but dismounts
apart a piece of Tripoli silk shawling, flinging it at immediately, throws the horse's bridle over its head,
full length over the heads of the surrounding crowd, leads it up to the Turk, holds but his hand, and
and crying at the top of his lungs, Harage I" receives the two hundred and twenty piastres, after
There were Hebrews, with flowing beards and which he walks off to. the owner, and punctually
dusky robes, among the bidders; there were camel- pays the price minus his own commission.
drivers, just like the pictures one sees of Eleazer, Auctions in different countries are curious sub-
the Syrian, at the well; there were Persians, in jects of study. In an auction in Spain, for in-
their quaint caps; dervishes, in their strange dress, stance, everything accords with the national tem-
and muftis, sailors, Greeks, Armenians, Druses, per. There is no noise. Conversation is prohib-
Arabs, Copts, Egyptians, and people of every na- ited. The auctioneer is held to his description of
tion almost, in the motley gathering. The auc- goods. A bid is made; he of the hammer repeats
tioneer is announcing a bid he has received, when it; silence follows; another bid, another announce-
Ned arrives. The auctioneer is a linguist, and ment of it, and another silence,-all as serious and
translates the offer into many tongues. Fifty solemn as a prayer-meeting, until the mallet falls.


An auction-room in France is, on the contrary, also men and women, walk up and down the docks
a perfect Babel. In all noisy Paris there is nothing scrutinizing the cargoes. A bell rings and the sales
so noisy and boisterous as a St. Antoine vendue, commence. In a large flat gondola are bloaters,
where gains and chiffonniers and old do' "Jews owned by the strapping fish-woman, who now be-
contend for cheap bargains. There can be no gins to bawl to the buyers on shore as she stands
greater contrast to this hubbub than that which is on the bows, Here 's your bloaters,-fine, large
presented by the dull decorum of an auction-sale in Yarmouth bloaters; five shillings a cantle Five
Amsterdam or Rotterdam. There Mynheer auc- shillings! Well, four and tenpence be it then!
tioneer sits behind a table smoking his pipe. He Four and ten! Four and ten! Four and nine,
states terms of sale, waits for a bid, makes no haste, then Fohr and nine Four and eight !"
creates no excitement, watches no countenances, I 'll take 'em, old woman, at four and eight,"
takes no nods or winks. Before him stands a box cries a buyer from the landing place, and forthwith
filled with tapers. If there is too long delay, he the boat-load is his.
lights one of these in silence, and thrusts it on a And so it goes on for an hour, amid chaffing and
spindle fixed in the table. When it goes out the scolding; screaming and swearing; the words,
last bidder takes the article. Mack'rell," 'Aliboat," Sole," Salmon,"
There is a curious old custom at Billingsgate,- Cod," "'Addock" shouted a hundred times all
the great and well-known fish-market of London, together; the boats unloading; porters struggling;
-of selling fish from the boats as they arrive every boys and girls counting the hunders" by them-
morning, by an auction "of reduction," as it is selves; fishmongers from the West End selecting;
called. Every boat-load is sold altogether. Twenty touters skinning eels and cleaning cod; errand-
five or thirty sales are going on at once. This "re- boys running; fish-women flouting each other, and
duction" auction always occurs in the early morn- everybody blowing up everybody else, until the
ing, sometimes before light. Men and women great bell rings, which ends the auction-hour and
indiscriminately act as auctioneers, and the buyers, opens the morning market.


A i thor of the ack Hazard" Stories.

CHAPTER XV. up early and jumping into his clothes-could not
Mr. Manton accosted them in a friendly manner
MEANWHILE nothing was seen of Mr. Manton as they passed his door, and followed them down
but his boots, which remained outside his chamber stairs.
door nearly all the forenoon. At the dinner-table, where he shone conspicuously
On coming in from another walk, between eleven as a humorist and story-teller, he made some sly
and twelve, the boys saw his door partly open, and allusions to the adventure of the previous night,
the facetious lodger himself inside, shaving before but refrained from entering into particulars while
a glass. At noon he was laying out his clean they remained in the room. It was not long after
linen on the bed; at half-past twelve he was brush- they had retired to their attic, however, when
ing his coat; at one he was dressed, ready for guffaws of male voices in the basement warned
dinner,-except that a bow of his cravat and a curl them that the joke was out.
of his right whisker appeared open to criticism, as "I don't care; it was too good to keep," said
he took a final turn before the glass and gave him- Jack, and soothed the feelings of his friend, who
self some finishing touches. was inclined to take the exposure more to heart.
How can a sane man lie abed so late,.and be Along in the afternoon, Mr. Manton came to
so long dressing?" exclaimed Jack; a question their room, and, finding them busy writing letters,
which George-who, like him, was used to getting offered to retire.

1874.1 FAST FRIENDS. 399

"Excuse me !" he said, smiling. "As you are "Could you?" cried Jack; "for I suppose I
strangers in town, I thought I might be of service shall have to earn a little money while I am attend-
to you ; but I can see you any other time." ing to that other business."
They urged him to remain, and gave him the But George thought, I 'll see Bryant first "
chair. After some pleasant conversation, Jack said : I don't say that I can," replied Mr. Manton,
"You may help me by giving me just a little discreetly, as if afraid they would expect too much
information. I want a chance to look over a file of him. "And yet it will do no harm to introduce
of city newspapers of about a dozen years back." you to some merchants of my acquaintance. A
For he had resolved, if possible, to attend to that word from me will have weight; and they may
business the first thing, know of places, even if they have none for you."
"A dozen years back. City papers. Dailies or Mr. Manton then promised to go with them to
weeklies ? see some of his friends the next morning; and soon
Either, or both. I am looking up a matter of after retired to his own room, leaving our youthful
business that was advertised, I suppose, about that adventurers elated with hope.
time," Jack explained, with a blush worthy of his "Do you believe he was in earnest ?" said Jack.
friend George himself. He seemed so," George replied; "there was n't
Mr. Manton thought a moment. a bit of that look of fun about his face we noticed
I believe a friend of mine has old files of one last night."
or two papers; he keeps everything. Or I might No, he is n't playing a joke on us now; I'm
take you to the office of one of the dailies. I know sure of that," said Jack. "But does he really
the Tribune folks,-but, let me see The Tribune mean all he says ?"
was n't published so long ago. I doubt if even the I don't know; I can't somehow realize that he
Herald was; the Express was n't, I know. Twelve is a friend of Bryant's !" exclaimed George. "Per-
years?" haps I should feel that way, though, about any
"From eleven to thirteen years-along there," common mortal."
said Jack, with growing anxiety in his face. "Oh, I've none of that feeling," laughed Jack.
"The Commercial Advertiser is the oldest New "I suppose poets, after all, are only men; there
York newspaper. But, let me see !" again said the must be an every-day side to them,-a side which
obliging Mr. Manton. I can take you to the office common folks, like Mr. Manton and me, can ap-
of the Evening Post, and introduce you to my proach. Who knows but that, five or ten years
friend, Mr. Bryant." from now-or less even-people will look at me
You are veiy kind indeed !" replied Jack, who with wonder and curiosity, when I speak of my
did not fully appreciate the greatness of the pro- friend, George Greenwood?"
posed favor; while George regarded with sudden Don't poke fun at me !" said George, coloring
awe and admiration the man who could coolly call with confusion.
the author of "Thanatopsis "my friend." Jack went on: But I can't see the man's object
I "You know Bryant?" murmured the young in doing so much for us."
poet, who could no more have said "Mr. Bryant" "But why should he make promises he does n't
than Mr. Milton or Mr. Shakespeare." mean to fulfill ? George argued in reply.
Oh, perfectly well," Mr. Manton answered, with And both agreed that Mr. Manton was an obliging
an easy smile. He will give you every facility, person, whom they had had the good fortune to
And"-he addressed the wonder-stricken George interest in their behalf.
-"is there anything I can do for you?" The letters which they were writing-George to
George's first thought was, If he will only take Vinnie and Jack to Moses Chatford-now took a
me to see Bryant! But instantly he reflected, more cheerful tone, touching but lightly upon the
" What business have I to intrude myself upon the pecuniary difficulties of their situation.
great man?" Then, after a moment's feverish
trembling, he thought, "Yes! I will see him. I CHAPTER XVI.
will show him some of my poems, and he will tell
me if there is any good in them! So he said, I
should like to go with you, when you take my ANTICIPATING the morrow, when they hoped to
friend to the office of the Evening Post." accomplish so much, they went to bed early that
"Is that all? And Mr. Manton looked as if he night, and slept well until awakened some hours
did not regard it as very much. "Some of the afterwards-near morning it seemed to them-by
fellows down stairs said you had both come to town hearing Mr. Manton come to his room. He must
to find situations; and I did n't know but I might have groped in the dark, they thought, for he ap-
help you in that way." peared to stumble against their door, and to make


an unnecessary noise before getting safely inside would have known just what to do. He had a
his own. large roll of manuscript poems all ready to submit
He's a night-bird! murmured George. to a publisher, and a few shorter pieces laid aside
"Hope he won't lie abed all the forenoon to- for the magazines and newspapers, when the ad-
morrow-or to-day-which is it?" replied Jack, vantage to be gained by first seeing Bryant had
sleepily. caused him to change his plans. Now the day was
It was with some anxiety that, when the morning slipping away, and he was doing nothing. Worse
came, they listened at his closed door, as they than all, his mind was distressed at the thought of
passed it on their way down to breakfast. It was having wronged and grieved his friend. Waiting
guarded by his boots outside, and no sound came at last became insupportable to him, and, taking
from within, two or three small manuscripts in his pocket, he
Meeting Mrs. Libby in the lower entry, they sallied, forth, in no very hopeful mood.
asked what time Mr. Manton might be expected When promenading Broadway on Saturday even-
down. ing, he had entered a periodical store and taken
"Mr. Manton never breakfases with the boarders, the addresses of two magazines and three or four
and it's seldom he breakfases at all," was the re- story-papers. He remembered now, that he had
ply, in a feeble voice, which discouraged further done this at Jack's suggestion, to make the most
questions. of their time."
After breakfast the boys held a council in their How wise the little fellow is and how thought-
room, and concluded that, under the circumstances, ful of my interest! George said to himself, re-
-their time was now so precious,-it would be morsefully. "And just now I calledhim conceited,
right for them to return Mr. Manton's call, and re- because he chanced to know better than I what we
mind him of his engagement. So, reluctantly, had better do. And he was right! But, then, he
they went to his door, and knocked at first quite need n't have called me a mutton-head; that made
softly, and with timid hearts; then louder, as they me mad."
got no response; and, finally, lifted the latch and He soon found his way to what was then the
looked in. literary quarter of the town, and was loitering
A haggard figure, with tumbled hair-looking slowly along, looking for numbers and signs, when,
so little like the sleek Mr. Manton, that for a mo- on the corner of Nassau and Ann streets, he met
ment they thought they had broken in upon the Jack.
wrong man-turned on the pillow, and growled They spoke to each other coldly-for the wounds
hoarsely, Who's there? of injurious words were still in their hearts-and
"I beg your pardon," said Jack, "but you passed on, almost like two strangers. That such a
promised to go with us this morning." thing could happen so soon after their arrival in
"Oh it's you." the city, where neither had a friend beside the
"We are sorry to disturb you," said George. other, and that they should thus go their ways
" If you can't go with us, we won't depend separately, without exchanging a word of counsel
upon it." or sympathy, seemed incredible to both.
"Of course I 'll go. But what's your hurry? He began it by calling me a mutton-head, and
It's always morning till it's afternoon. Just leave he ought to be the first to come round said poor
me,-set my boots inside,-I '11 get up in a few George to himself, his heart swelling with a passion
minutes." of grief.
So the boys withdrew, and lost another hour in "Conceited, am I?" thought Jack, stubbornly
waiting. They were both on fire with impatience, fighting back the better feelings which prompted
and Jack grew desperate, him to run after his 'friend and throw his arms
"I can't afford to spend my forenoon in this about him, even there in the street. "He must
way; I am going out! take that back! And he walked sullenly on.
But George-who knew of no other means of A few minutes later, George entered the office of
access to the poet, whom he had now set his heart a magazine (we will call it the Manhattan) which
on seeing, except through Mr. Manton-felt less had once held a foremost place among American
independent, and begged his friend to wait a little periodicals. He did not know that it was then in
longer. Irritated by the delay, they fell into a dis- its decline. He meant to strike high. He drew
pute, which had almost become a quarrel, when from his pocket "An Autumn Day," which he con-
Jack broke suddenly away, and rushed out alone, sidered the best of his short poems, and, in a voice
George, left to himself, was in a wretched di- tremulous with agitation, inquired for the editor.
lemma. He almost wished that Mr. Manton had It was almost a relief to him to be told that the
not held out any promises to them, for then he editor was out, and would not be in until the after-

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noon. Leaving "An Autumn Day" for his inspec- he was slightly consoled by the assurance that the
tion, and saying he would call again, George bowed story would be considered.
bashfully to the pert young fellow occupying the When shall I call again?" he asked.
editorial chair, and withdrew. "Whenever you have anything new to offer; I
He next visited the office of the Western Empiire, shall be happy to see you."
a showy story-paper, and found the editor in. He I mean-to learn the fate of-' The Mohawk
sat behind a littered table, in one corner of a dirty Spy.'"
printing office, up several flights of stairs, and was "Ah yes; say the last of the week."
engaged in clipping paragraphs from newspapers If you could decide upon it to-morrow," said
with a pair of shears. George, "you would oblige me very much, as I
As soon as he could get breath in the presence am in need of money."
of that august person, George explained the ob- "You expect pay for it ? said the editor of the
Western Empnire, who did not
seem to have anticipated that
', \ view of the matter.
"- "I hoped-certainly-" began
SI George, with burning cheeks.
'The editor thereupon shoved
S ,- the Mohawk Spy" back to him
S I I across the table, as he had al-
S-ready shoved the pome."
S. :-- "We have only two or three
paid writers. We have more

Others than we can possibly use.
-'" '' Young writers can hardly ex-
pect to get paid. Good day,
So saying, he took up his
Y\" ,i'A shears and resumed his occu-
S-. pation. His manner was so
business-like and decisive, that
George had not a word to say;
and, hurt as he was, it did not
occur to him that he had any
S.'just ground of complaint. Faint
S'' at heart and trembling in every
limb,-almost dizzy with the
S--blow his hopes had received,-
S' .he turned away, and descended
-'-\. the unswept, ill-lighted stairs to
'1.1 l the street, saying to himself,
S "Business is business; if he can
GEORGE AND THE EDITOR OF THE "WESTERN EMPIRE." get contributions for nothing,
why should he buy mine ?"
ject of his visit, and laid two manuscripts before And yet he felt a sense of wrong, which he could
him. not define. Perhaps it was the instinctive revolt
"Po'try?" said the editor, putting down his of his soul against the system of unpaid contribu-
shears and taking up the verses. He was by no tions, which fostered a worthless literature and en-
means an august person, except in poor George's abled a shoal of trashy periodicals to live, while it
vivid imagination; but a plain, bald-headed, civil starved the needy and meritorious author. Or
man of business. "We're deluged with that sort had the shears given him a secret wound? He
of thing. I've a bushel-basket full of pomes under could not help thinking of this man filling more
the table here now. The Mohawk Spy'-a story? than half his broad sheet with clippings for which
-that sounds better. I '11 look at that." he paid nothing; and I am not sure but he felt the
George's heart had sunk like lead on learning shadow of a future event, which may be briefly re-
that po'try" was such a drug in the market; but lated here.


The Mohawk Spy" did, after all, appear in now appeared that he was the person she had been
the columns of the Western Emnire, in an unfore- waiting to see.
seen and curious way. George, after much trouble, He was looking very fresh, and so sleek that not
got the story published in a popular New York a hair of his whiskers could have been thought out
magazine, from which it was copied into a London of place. His manner towards the lady was exces-
periodical, where it appeared robbed of the auth- sively polite, but he seemed scarcely to notice Jack,
or's name, and with the title changed to An Ad- who, thinking himself in the way, quickly stole out
venture in the American Backwoods." The editor of the room.
of the Western Enmpire, finding it there, and prob- Climbing to his attic, he found George-there be-
ably not recognizing his old acquaintance, The fore him, waiting, miserable enough.
Mohawk Spy," recopied it, again changing the May be Mr. Manton will go with you this after-
title to A Backwoods Adventure," in which mu- noon," said Jack, coldly.
tilated shape it afterwards "went the rounds" of "I don't care for Mr. Manton," replied George.
the American newspaper press. When George, Yet it was evident that he did still place some reli-
who watched its course, first saw it in the Western ance on that gentleman's promises; for when told
Empire, he was highly incensed, feeling that he that there was a lady with him in the parlor,
had not only been robbed of his property, but also he watched anxiously from the window to see
of the small reputation which the connection of his her go.
name with the story should have given him. He Possibly Jack shared his hopes, for he waited
was for going at once to the editor,-not timidly, also; and, whenever the street door was heard to
as in his first visit, but with wrath in his bosom,- shut, thrust his head out of the attic window, pro-
and charging him with the wrong, but on reflec- vided his friend's head was not already at that loop-
tion he saw how foolish a thing that would be; hole of observation.
and, his anger cooling, he blamed only the injust- At last the lady went-and Mr. Manton with
ice of the law, which protects all kinds of property her. Jack laughed sarcastically, but made no
but the products of an author's brain. comment, as he tossed on his hat and walked
CHAPTER XVII. The sensitive George thought the laugh was at
MR. MANTON'S FRIENDhim, and bitterly resented it. His hands trembling
with agitation, he now tied up a bundle of manu-
WHEN the two boys met in their room, on com- scripts, and went out to find a publisher for his
ing home to dinner, both appeared low-spirited volume of poems.
and silent. It was evident that neither had had Meeting again at night, it was evident that the
much success in the business of the morning, boys had had no better luck than in the morning.
Moreover, the wounds of the spirit which they had George, however, had come home without his pack-
given each other still rankled, and a sullen cold- age of manuscripts. He had found somebody will-
ness seemed to have replaced their ardent friend- ing at least to look at them.
ship. After supper, Jack did not go up to their room;
Mr. Manton's door was partly open as they pas- and, after waiting some time for him, George,
sed it, but, resenting that gentleman's treatment wretchedly lonesome, went down to the parlor.
of them, they took no pains to learn whether he His friend was not there.
was out or in. No matter 1" thought George, stifling his emo-
After dinner Jack sauntered into the parlor, and tions of grief and yearning affection. "I can be
was surprised to see a lady dressed in black, with as independent as he can !"
a black veil over her face, sitting by the window. He found it hard, though, wandering about the
She seemed to be waiting for some person to come streets, without an object, trying to amuse himself
in; and, though he was not that person, she gave in the absence of his friend; and his heart gave a
him a second look, removed her veil, and greeted leap of joy when, an hour or two later, he met
him with a well-remembered smile. It was the Jack crossing Broadway.
lady who had questioned him with so much tender Hello !" said Jack, where are you going?"
interest when he was passing round the hat on the "Nowhere in particular, replied George.
steamboat. Where have you been all the evening?"
She pressed his hand warmly, and was question- Looking over an everlasting file of old news-
ing him again, in the same gentle, almost affec- papers;-it's an awful job," said Jack, gloomily.
tionate way, when suddenly her countenance *" Why did n't you let me go and help you ?"
changed, and she turned to speak to one who had O, I did n't want to trouble you."
come in behind him. It was Mr. Manton; and it While they were talking, Mr. Manton came

1874.] FAST FRIENDS. 403

along. They pretended not to notice him, but he sumed, he took another glass of the same," as
rushed up to them with a flushed face and beaming he confidentially whispered to the waiter. Thus,
smiles. as his friend had not yet arrived, he filled up the
Where have you kept yourselves all day ? he time by taking still another glass, his face growing
cried. I 've been to your room to find you about all the while more flushed, and his manner more
fifty times; I wanted to take you around to see a vivacious.
friend of mine." The third glass finished, he put his hand in his
"We lost so much time waiting for you in the pocket, and did not appear greatly surprised at
morning, we had to make it up this afternoon," finding nothing there.
said Jack. I 'm dead beat he laughed. I shall have
Besides," George added, we saw you going to borrow half a dollar; I '1 hand it to you in the
off with a lady after dinner." morning."
Ladies have the first claim, always !" said Mr. As he was there on the boys' business, and was
Manton, gaily. But I was back in an hour. In planning to do so much for them, and had more-
the morning I was n't well. Let me see !"-look- over just treated them to oysters, they could not
ing at his watch. "It's too late to call on Mr. well refuse the loan; and, of course, they could
Bryant this evening. I spoke to a friend of mine not doubt so well-dressed and polite a gentleman's
about you,-he will do something,-and I believe promise to repay them. So they emptied their
we can find him now." pockets of the few small coins left, of what George,
George feebly objected that they had no night- in compliment to his friend, termed their head
key, and did n't care to be again locked out of the and heels money."
boarding-house. Mr. Manton then called the waiter, and in the
I have a night-key, as I believe you know," merriest manner counted out the expenses of their
laughed Mr. Manton. I engage to see you safely entertainment on the table, beginning to talk
home. Come; it's only two or three blocks." rather thickly.
His manner was so friendly that the boys were Two oys'ers,-that's two shill's,-there 's your
easily persuaded to go with him. George at least two oys'ers;" and he carefully placed the two ch.l-
was convinced that they had blamed him wrong- lings under two fingers. Now, I've had a punch,
fully, and he regretted that it was too late to call or, I believe, I've had two punch's."
on the great poet. Three punches," observed the waiter.
He chatted with him in a most familiar and fas- Is pos'ble ? I 'peal to my young friends here:
cinating manner, as they walked up the street to- is three punch's or one punch's? His young
gether, repeating what he had said of them to friends assuring him that it was three punches, he
his friend, and what his friend had promised in submitted gracefully. Three punch's,-that's a
reply. shill 'n' sixpence. No! le' me count!" as the
He may be in here," said he; let's look in." waiter offered to assist him. I'm determined
It was a refreshment saloon, in which a number of have it right. There 's your two oys'ers; there's
gentlemen were talking-some rather loud-at yer three punch's; an' I've sixpence lef'. Boys,
little marble-topped tables, or drinking at the bar. I 'm going to have another bran'y punch !"
" He often comes here about this time for a chop; They tried to dissuade him; and George even
which reminds me," said Mr. Manton, that I ventured to hint that he had had too many
did n't go home to supper." punches already. In vain: away went the waiter
He seemed to know almost everybody in the with the money, and returned with the fourth
room; he spoke privately to two or three, and brandy punch.
then came back to where he had left the boys Whilst drinking it Mr. Manton discoursed wisely
standing. to his young friends concerning the duties of life,
He has n't come in yet. While we are wait- and the snares to be shunned in a great city. He
ing, let's have a glass of beer and a dish of oys- counseled them particularly not to drink gin, which
ters." was bad for the constitution; to beware of confi-
He seated them at a table, and was so very ur- dence men, who had a thousand tricks for getting
gent that they finally consented to take the oysters their money; and to put themselves under the pro-
without the beer. As for himself, notwithstanding tection of some friend and patron who knew the
the discovery that he had had no supper, he took world, like himself. Then, smacking his lips over
the beer without the oysters. And yet it did n't the last drop of his last punch, he reached for the
look like beer, and it had a suspicious slice of lemon spittoon, which he mistook for his hat, laughed at
in it. the blunder, and said he hoped nobody had mis-
As this was drank before the oysters were con- taken his hat for the spittoon; then, with the boys'


assistance, finding himself all right," he declared card-players, and men throwing dice on shaking
that he would show them the "sights" before props.
morning. "It's a gambling saloon!" Jack whispered to
He 's tipsy !" Jack whispered behind his back. the astonished George.
" We must take him home." Here again Mr. Manton appeared to know every-
Walking with their friend and patron between body, and to be quite at home. After speaking to
them, the boys got him along the street very well, several persons, and glancing at the different
until, coming to a doorway that attracted his atten- groups, he smilingly invited the boys to lend him
tion, he stopped, and became obstinate, another half-dollar, with which he was certain of
We can't go in here," said George; it's get- winning for them a very large sum. He felt it in
ting late his bones, he said; and when he felt that way he
"But you can't g' 'ome 'thout me, for I've the was always sure to win.
nigh'-key !" said Mr. Manton. "You're boun' George was explaining that they had given him
to go 'th me, then I 'm boun' to see you safe all their money already, when Jack suddenly started
'ome. My friend's in here; I mlu' int'duce ye and caught his arm.
to 'm !" Do you see that man over there ?"
As he insisted on going in, they reluctantly en- "Which? where?"
tered with him, mounted a dark flight of stairs, and At the farther table-his coat buttoned to his
came to a door at which he gave a peculiar knock. chin," said Jack, excitedly. It's my old acquaint-
It was opened, and in a moment they found them- ance, the 'Lectrical 'Lixir man !-good-natered
selves in a blaze of light, amidst groups of loungers, John Wilkins !"
(To be continued.)



WE have in our house a brave little chap- Dear little pitkin what is your name?"
There he is now, in dear mamma's lap; But all the answer I get is the same.
He is laughing and singing the whole day Oh what a name for a boy like you!"
long, And he giggles and shouts his sweet "Goo-
And Goo-goo-goo is all of his song. goo "

In his nice little cradle-bed he lies, He crows Goo-goo !" before it is light,
Staring about with great, bright eyes; And sings "Goo-goo!" in the dead of the night;
" Baby, dear! what are you singing about? It is "Goo-goo-goo !" the whole day long,
But Goo-goo-goo is all I make out. And I think Goo-goo is a beautiful song.

He shakes his fists, and kicks his feet, The little birdies say, "Cheep! cheep !"
Because he is waiting for something to eat; "Ba! Ba! Ba! says the baby-sheep;
And then speaks up, very loud and strong, But the sweetest song, I think-don't you ?-
And his Goo-goo means I can't wait long." Is our little darling's Goo-goo-goo! "

I catch up the darling and throw him high, Oh how precious is little Goo-goo!
And he reaches his hands to touch the sky; And, oh how we love him, little Goo-goo i
But all that he says, to show his delight, I pray that angels will guard him-don't you?
Is "Goo-goo-goo with his baby might. And Father in Heaven bless little Goo-goo!

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CHRISTMAS CITY is a wonderful place. It was the little cottage, and repaired it neatly. When it
built entirely by a boy of twelve. Its tallest build- was finished, he stood admiring it.
ing is exactly two and a-half inches high. "How pretty it is I wish I could make one
Its neat, substantial houses are much admired, like it. I could if I had
It has a City Hall, a Metropolitan Hotel, a post- any of that thin, white
office, depot, church, and numerous stores and wood. It's no thicker
dwellings. There are also a good railroad and a fine than card-board. Card-
harbor; for the little architect built cars and ships board! the very thing.
and wharves and bridges as well as houses. Hurrah! I've an idea."
It was seeing how happy and busy he was that And in three minutes
put it into my head to write out the story for ST. he was seated at his desk,
NICHOLAS, and give some of his models, that with a sheet of card-
boys and girls who find time hanging heavy upon board before him, upon
their hands may know of this pleasant way of em- which a model of the
playing themselves. Swiss cottage was being Fig. x. Front of Cottage.
When Captain Atherton went to sea, his son rapidly drawn. There were seven pieces: the
Fred was very lonely indeed. It was dull weather, front (Figure I); the back, which was shaped like
and he could not drive the pony. The fruit was the front and is not illustrated; the two sides, of
gone. It was too cold to go out in the boat, and which one is given (Fig. 2); the two halves of the
he was tired of his toys and books, and of his Cran- roof, one of which is given (Fig. 3); and the chim-
dall blocks. What to do with himself he did not ney (Fig 4). These he drew
know. One day he was lounging in his sister Lil- precisely as you see them in
lie's room,-teasing her, I am sorry to say. the illustrations. The places
"Don't touch that !" exclaimed Lillie, hastily, as marked x are to be cut out
he seized one of her choicest treasures,-a little and saved for doors and blinds.
Swiss cottage, which she had bought at the fair. Four little cleats of wood, half-
I won't hurt it," replied Fred, laughing, and an-inch long and of about the
holding it out of her reach. I want to see how e o thickness of a common match,
Fig. 2. Side of Cottage.
it is made." are necessary to assist in hold-
He was standing in a chair, holding the little toy ing the card-board in place.
above his head. Lillie unwisely tried to grasp it, Now, suppose that you have drawn the model of
jostling him and overturning the chair, so that the cottage as Fred did. Cut out all the sections.
Fred fell on the floor. He was not at all hurt, but Next cut out the places marked x. Cut in halves,
the little toy was badly damaged. perpendicularly, the pieces
"See what you've done!" cried Lillie, vexed which come from the win-
and impatient; "you rude, careless boy !" dows, and paste one-half
"It wasn't my fault," retorted Fred; "you on each side of the win-
pushed me." dows. These are blinds,
"Get out of my room," said Lillie, ready to cry, and after the cottage is
" or I'11 speak to mamma. I just wish papa was built they should be paint-
at home to make you behave !" ed green.
I wish myself that papa was at home," said Next take two narrow Fig. 3. HalfofRoof
Fred; and I don't care if you do tell mamma." strips of paper, and paste one-half of each strip
And he stalked off angrily, upon the back of the door, and the other upon the
But when he had cooled off a little, he began to I inside of the front, so that the door
see that this time it was all his own fault; that Fig. 4. will fit as it did before it was cut.
Lillie felt very badly about the broken toy, and 9 When the paste is dry, the door
that he, being in the wrong, ought to make I-l may be opened and shut.
amends. Chimney. Fig. 5. Next take two very narrow strips
So, while Lillie was practising her music-lesson of paper and paste them over the windows inside,
in the afternoon, he went back to her room, found as in Fig. 5, for sashes. Behind these paste bits


of white or colored paper for curtains. The door itate brick-woik. This completes the Swiss cot-
should be neatly painted, and, to give a good tage.
effect, a band of colored paper should be pasted After building six like this, Fred made an im-
across the front where the four lines are drawn in provement by pasting brackets under the eaves in
Fig. I. front, and by adding bay-
The parts are now ready to be put together. windows. Fig. 6 represents
Paste a cleat to the inside of the front, at each end, a bracket. A model of the
bay-window is given in Figs.
-1 i7 and 8. The places marked '
x x are to be cut out, and
sashes and curtains put in,
Fig. 6. Bracket. Fig. 8. Window RooT as before described. The Fig. x. Side of Farm-house.
Fig. 7.Bay window. lines marked a should be cut half through the card-
ba l n oard, that the window may be bent to receive its
and lay it in the sun to dry. When dry, wet the roof (Fig. 8). Cut a piece of the right width from
sides of the cleats with paste, and attach the two
sides of the house to the front. The cleats will
hold the parts firmly together. Be careful that the
edges are even. While these are drying, paste the 1 T
cleats to the back, and then attach the back to the L-L. L

Fig. 12. Backof Farm-house. Fig. 13. Roofof L.
the side of the house, paste the parts of the bay-
A 1 window together, and fit it to the house. Paint the
blinds and the window-roof, and you will be pleased
enough with the result (Fig. 9).
Fred's next venture was a farm-house and barn.
Fig. o1 represents the farm-house front. The
...._.._ same general directions as those given for the Swiss
cottage may be followed in making the farm-house.
Fig. 9. Swiss Cottage with Bay-window. Fig. I is one side of the house, Fig. 12 is the
sides. The roof may now be put on. It should be back, and Figs. 13 and 14 are the roof of the L
pasted together at the top edges, and the top edges and half of the main roof. The other half should
of the house should be pasted around to receive the be a trifle shorter, as it
roof. After the roof is on, it should be covered cannot overlap the L.
with thin black or The chimney may be
slate-colored pa- made like that in Fig.
per, pasted even- 4. In Fig. 15 the body
ly; and at the of the barn is cut in
point where the one piece. The lines
top edges meet, marked 6 are cut half 4- -Ro
Fig. 14. Half of Main Roof.
a narrow strip through the card-
should be pasted board. The doors and windows are left whole on
on and bent to fit one side, to 'be opened and shut. The double
the roof on both doors are cut on the centre line and at the top and
sides, like a sad- bottom.
Fig. 1o. Front of Farm-house. sides, like a sad- bottom.
F. die-board. This When Fred had built the houses already de-
strip should be exactly the length of the roof and scribed, he made some little people for Christmas
about half-an-inch wide. The
chinney is made from a little
block of wood of the size shbwn
in Fig. 4. The ridge is made by
pasting on a narrow strip of card-
board just below the top. The x J-
bottom should be cut to fit the
slope of the roof, and the chim-
ney should be colored red, to im- Fig. i5. Body of Barn.

1874.1 CHRISTMAS CITY. 407

City. These figures, cut from the pith of dried 24), and bent to fit the window, being put on
corn-stalks, and colored by our young artist, were above the top and supported by brackets (Fig. 25).
so pretty, and gave the Enough models have now
place such an enter- been given to begin with.
prising look, that he When one has made all
immediately set about these, his own ingenuity will
building them some suggest various other de-
stores. On these the signs.
Fig. .6. Halfof Roof of Bar. Mansard windows (see Fred has awnings to some
Fig. 18) slope to fit the side of the roof, and over- of his store windows, and
lap the front a little, piazzas to many houses. He
has fences made of narrow
strips of card-board, and
trees flourish in this thriving
X -F-- ig. 20. Side of Store.
I _--- city. These trees are very
graceful and pretty. They are cut from soft pine,

L[ 1 E l Fig. 21. Side of Mansard Roof.
Fig. 17. Store and Hall.
After building a number of stores, Fred made a
church and school-house; then a city hall was
erected, a theatre, and several other buildings.

Fig. 23. Side of Church. Fig. 22. Front of Church.
Sand the foliage is formed by strips of green paper
cut into shreds and pasted on.
Fig. 18. Mansard Windows. Christmas City was finished on the night be-
The church was a "little gem" in the way of a fore Christmas. Santa
model. Claus, on his rounds,
The bars around the windows are made by past- I i
Fig. 24. Hood to Window.

Fig. 25. Bracket.

took a peep at it, and
was so pleased that he Fig. 26. Roof of Church.
rig. ------------was so pleased that he
Fig. 9. Half of Roof. dropped a valuable work on architecture into Fred's
ing on narrow strips of card-board. The roof or stocking, and left a case of mathematical instru-
hood to the window is half cut through at c (Fig. ments on his desk.

Two little birds once met in a tree,
One said, "I'll love you if you will love me."
The other agreed, and they built them a nest,
And began to keep house with very great zest.
They lived there all summer, and, then flew away;
And where they are now I really can't say.




fellows, .ie
i i l i ill i

The boys have some object in view, I know well. More love and more kisses, on sister be-
And Nellie, while laughing to see their stowing.
bright eyes,
Keeps her hand in her pocket, and looks And Nellie has taken, at last, from her pocket,
very wise. The sweet, smuggled treasures, their eyes to
"Oh! what did you have at the party, dear While fresh from their dreams of the party
Nellie ? awakened, t
Cakes, oranges, candies, and everything nice? Are gathered the little ones, wild at the sight;
,., "!I'i -- -:--i :--

Did you bring any hme? What i that in your Such dainties receiving, that, really, 'tis plain,
And Nellie, while laughing to see their stowing.arty again
bright eyes,
Keeps her hand in her pocket, and looks And Nellie has taken, at last, from her pocket,
very wise. The sweet, smuggled treasures, their eyes to
delight ;
"Oh! what did you have at the party, dear While fresh from their dreams of the party
Nellie? awakened, t
Cakes, oranges, candies, and everything nice ? Are gathered the little ones, wild at the sight;
Did you bring any home? What is that in your Such dainties receiving, that, really, 'tis plain,
pocket-? Sister Nellie mu st go to a party again!




I SUPPOSE that every young reader of ST. contained many forests, but now the woods have
NICHOLAS knows something about Blue Beard all disappeared. There are several small villages
and his inquisitive wife; and he may, perhaps, on the island, and quite an important trade in fish
have even shed tears over the sorrows of the and cattle is carried on with the neighboring coasts
poor woman who, in the moment of her greatest of France.
danger, cried out to her sister every few minutes: In the early days of the history of the Ile d'Yeu,
" Sister Anne Sister Anne is anybody com- the Druids, the Gauls, the Romans, and the Sara-
ing?" But the story that you have read is not the cens were in turn in control of the island. The
exact story of that cruel monster, whose real name two first-named have left many traces of their resi-
was Gilles de Laval, and who lived about the mid- dence there in the way of stone monuments, illus-
die of the fifteenth century. The writer of the treating their peculiar religious worship. Near the
fairy tale of "Blue Beard" was a French author, hamlet of Meule, for instance, is that famous
named Charles Perrault, who was born in Paris in shaking-stone, erected by the Druids, which is so
1628, and who died in 1703. You will, therefore, curiously balanced that a child can move it with a
see that, as the true Blue Beard lived about I44o, touch of the finger, and yet which fifty strong men,
nearly two hundred years had passed away before exerting all their strength, could not overturn.
Perrault took up the legend and put it among his Near the same village is a chapel dedicated to the
other fairy tales. Now, for my part, I think it well Virgin Mary, and to which sailors and fishermen
that you who have read Perrault's fairy tale should of the island sometimes resort, in pursuance of
also know where he got his story, who Blue Beard vows which they have made when in danger of
was, what he did, and all about the little island in shipwreck.
which he lived and where are- still to be seen the Owing to the dangerous character of the western
ruins of the old tower upon which the faithful Sister coast of the Ile d'Yeu, it has been found necessary
Anne is supposed to have stood when she watched to build two light-houses, in order to guide aright
for the arrival of her brothers, and saw, you re- vessels entering port at night, and to give vessels
member, that big cloud of dust in the distance, at sea warning of the presence of the island. The
which proved to be caused, after all, only by a flock largest of these light-houses throws a light that
of sheep. can be seen from a distance of twenty-one miles.
If you will place your map of France before you, Concerning the other, which is called the Light-
and will run your eye down that portion of the house of the Ravens, and which -displays a red
western coast which is washed by the waves of the light, there is a legend worth telling.
Bay of Biscay, you will see in the bay, south of the According to this legend, two ravens, in the old
mouth of the river Loire, and opposite the province days, dwelt upon the cliff on which the light-house
of Poitou, a very small island, a mere speck in the now stands. What was peculiar about these wise
ocean apparently, and shaped somewhat like a birds was this, that they would never allow any
human eye. This little island is called Ile d'Yeu, other raven to show his ugly face near their dwell-
or Ile Dieu, as it is sometimes named, the latter ing-place. Very naturally, this judicious conduct
term signifying the Island of God. It was here led the simple islanders to attach to these ravens
that the original Blue Beard lived, and it was in his the repute of being something mysterious and
castle on this island, as is generally supposed, that more than mortal; and as the inhabitants were
his wife's brothers came to their sister's rescue. I very ignorant,-and, therefore, very superstitious,
will first tell you something about the island and -what should they do but bring all their little
about the old castle, and then we will come to Blue private quarrels before the ravens for their decision,
Beard and his story. and thus make them judge, jury, lawyers and wit-
The Ile d'Yeu is about eight miles long and two nesses, all in one Imagine, now, two of these
miles and a-half wide. The population numbers wise men of Yeu trudging, one day, to the ravens'
3,000. The men are mainly fishermen, and while cliff, with a sack of flour between them, about the
they are away on their fishing expeditions, the ownership of which they had had a dispute, with-
women stay at home to cultivate the soil and tend out being able to come to an understanding !
the cattle and sheep. In past ages, the island Each man had provided himself with a cake, and
VOL. I.-27.


these cakes they placed in a spot where the ravens which stone the superstitious people of that day
could easily get them. Then they waited; and believed to exist somewhere in the world, and
when, finally, one of the cakes was eaten and the which, they thought, if it could only be discovered,
other was left untouched, the owner of the eaten would enable its possessor to gratify all his desires.
cake was acknowledged by the other man as the Such foolish superstitions have now passed away;
rightful owner of the sack of flour. This was, but in the time when Blue Beard lived, nearly
indeed, an easy way of settling the matter, and was everyone, including the wisest men of the age, be-
far more satisfactory than going to law about it, as lived in the powers of the Black Art," as the
people do now-a-days, when there are no sagacious sorcerer's profession was called.
ravens to decide in such disputes. In his search for the philosopher's stone, Gilles de
Blue Beard's castle is perched upon a great rock, Laval committed many atrocious crimes. He was
situated not far from the larger of the two light- assisted in these by two accomplices, one an apos-
houses. It is quadrangular in shape,-that is, built tate priest and the other a Florentine, named Selle,
in the shape of a square,-and surrounding it is a who were, if possible, more cruel even than Blue
ditch or moat, which is full of water at high tide, Beard himself. His wife and her sister were of
and which becomes empty when the tide goes out. high birth, and Madame de Retz was quite young
The only means of entrance to the castle is across when she was married.
a drawbridge, elevated several feet above the sea. It was in the year 1440, and on the holy Easter
It is believed that this castle, and three or four Day, that Blue Beard left his castle in the Ile
others of similar construction that are found along d'Yeu, on the pretence of making a pilgrimage to
St. George's Channel, were built by pirates, who the Holy Land. He strictly forbade his wife and
were their first tenants; and that Blue Beard's her sister from entering the third tower of the
castle was erected as far back as the eighth century, castle during his absence. No sooner had he
You must not expect me, my dear children, to mounted his horse and ridden away, however, than
tell you in detail the true story of Gilles de Laval, the curiosity of the women overcame their fears of
whose title was Seigneur de Retz, or Raiz, as the monster, and they ventured into the forbidden
it is sometimes written. It differs in some import- tower. Blue Beard, expecting that they would dis-
ant respects from the story as you have read it, obey him, suddenly returned to the castle, and
and is a tale that should be told only at twilight, or discovered the unfortunate and too curious women
when the flame of an expiring candle flickers in the chamber of death, gazing with horror and
solemnly in the socket, casting strange shadows on affright upon many of the persons whom he had
the wall. Nor should little children be present sacrificed in his attempts to discover, in their blood,
when it is told, for they would be more frightened the philosopher's stone. Madame de Retz was
than entertained by it. Be satisfied, therefore, shut up in the tower to await her execution, Blue
with the details as you have read them in your Beard having determined, on the advice of his two
book of fairy tales. But there are some historical cruel accomplices, to take her life. But her sister
facts concerning Blue Beard and his career, which was lucky enough to have the intelligence of their
will be new to you, and which you will probably be danger sent to her brothers. The brothers at once
interested in knowing. went to the rescue, and succeeded not only in sav-
Gilles de Laval owed his name of Blue Beard" ing their sister's life, but also in causing the arrest
-or Barbe Bleue, as it is in French-to the color of the wicked husband.
of his beard, which was of that hue known as blue- Can you not imagine what righteous fate over-
black,-like the raven's wing, for example. He took Gilles de Laval? He was tried for his crimes,
was born, it is said, in 1396, nearly five hundred and was condemned to death; and this sentence
years ago. He was a nobleman by birth, and was was carried out, when he was burnt at the stake in
a marshal of Brittany, a province of France (and the meadow of the Madeleine, near the city of
his native province), which lies on the coast not far Nantes.
to the north of the Ile d'Yeu. He was also very If, when you grow to be men and women ,you
rich, and was the lord of seven castles, one of which should ever visit the Ile d'Yeu, you will see the
is that which I have already described. Two of the remains of the castle, in the tower of which poor
others were situated at Chanto6e and at Machecoul, Madame de Retz was imprisoned ; and if you
the latter in the province of Poitou. should journey to Versailles, near Paris, in France,
It is related of this wicked man that he was fond you will also see in the Museum there a portrait of
of pomp and display, and was a spendthrift; and a stern, black-bearded man, which, the guide will
that, in order to get more gold for his pleasures, he tell you in a whisper, is that of the cruel Gilles de
became a sorcerer, and pledged his soul to the Evil Laval, Seigneui de Retz, and the original of the
One to obtain possession of the philosopher's stone, Blue Beard of the well-known fairy tale.

18741 A BRIGHT IDEA. 411


Bv M1. S.

T Kingaiteloo, in Greenland, on New day, according to our division of time into twenty-
Year's Day, 18-, the thermometer four hours of day and night; but, if the day be
Sparked only eighteen degrees be- measured by the rising and setting of the sun, it
Slow zero. This was not considered was the middle of the night. For the sun stays
cold weather for that season, in a with the Esquimaux six months in succession, and
(D country where the mercury some- leaves them for the same length of time. The sky
,' < times freezes. But for two days a looked black, it was so dark in color. In it the
Bitter, cold wind had been blowing stars glittered with great brilliancy, and the new
li-eI through the narrow valley in which moon shone faintly. Their light, with the reflec-
lies the village of Kingaiteloo, with tion from the wide snow-fields, and from the icy
such violence that no one could mountains, with which the valley was surrounded
stand against it. And that is how on three sides, made near objects quite distinct;
it happened that the two Esquimaux but, in the distance, the darkness seemed to rise up
boys, Newerkierung and Pierkoo- like a black wall.
nemeloon had been shut up in the Mission House Hi-hi! cried Newerkierung. "We can go
for two whole days, which was a great loss of time out! "
to them in this mild weather ; for they knew Now for the traps said Pierkoonemeloon.
that when the real cold weather came in earnest, If we don't go right to the village, we shall be
they might not be able to go out-doors for weeks, too late to help build Annersung's house," said
perhaps. Newerkierung.
So the boys were not happy on this New Year's The boys quickly put on their out-door garments.
Day, though each of them had a large cake covered These consisted of jacket, trowsers, and boots, all
with colored sugar. There was the snow house to made of seal-skin, with the fur outside. On their
be built for Annersung and her children, and it heads they wore fur hoods. These clothes they
was good fun to help build a snow house. Anner- put on over the suit worn in-doors, boots and all.
sung's husband had been drowned the summer This in-door suit was also of seal-skin, made up
before, while out with a party on a great seal hunt. with the fur inside.
At that time Annersung lived in a tent made of When the boys reached the village, there was no
skins; but when the villagers moved into their one to be seen until they came to the house of
winter houses, she had to live with the family of Ugarng. It seems that all the men had been help-
her cousin, Ugarng. Now she was to have a house ing Ugarng to fasten up against his house what
of her own. was left 'of the body of a walrus, after they had
And there were their traps to be looked after. eaten as much of it as they wanted; and they were
There must certainly be some martens in them by now inside the hut, warming themselves. Ugarng
this time, and, possibly, a fox. So far this season, was still busy with the walrus, giving it some final
the boys had had very poor luck with their traps; touches, and his two little boys were standing by
and business would be very dull with them the next him, watching the process.
summer, when the fur traders came to the settle- The boys told Ugarng that Mr. Lay, the mis-
ment, if the traps were not more frequently filled sionary, was coming to the village to see about
during the remainder of the winter. Annersung's house, and then they went into the
So, on New Year's Day they sat by the stove, hut to inform the men. In order to get in, they
and ate their cakes in solemn silence. had to go on their hands and knees, the entrance
Why, the wind has stopped blowing sud- was so low. Having delivered their message, they
denly exclaimed Pierkoonemeloon, as he finished crawled out again, just as the party from the
his last mouthful of cake. Mission House arrived. This consisted of Mr. and
It is all at once dreadfully still !" said Newer- Mrs. Lay, and Mr. Carey, the assistant. Anner-
kierung. sung and her nephew, Eterloong, had joined
[This is the English translation of the Inuit them, having started for the Mission House as
language, in which the boys conversed-'] soon as the wind lulled, and met them on the
They ran to a window. They were right. The way.
wind had ceased. It was now the middle of the Very soon the whole village was astir; some of


the men at work, some giving advice; and the beds. The clothing of the family was now brought
women and children looking on. in, and a couple of cooking utensils and a lamp.
Blocks of snow, two feet long and six inches This last was an oval-shaped dish, filled with whale
wide, were cut and carefully pared with a large oil and blubber, in the centre of which was a long
wick of moss. It answers the pur-
-=-- i'ii' .i'i. __ poses of both lamp and stove.
I'-- '. ',',ii.. ....- si This completed Annersung's list
'ili i ,"'.i' I- of furniture, and she was perfectly
S 'contented with it, for her neigh-
I, .'. I" wi bors were no better off.
{ I The business was all accom-
polished in three hours, and would
have been done much sooner if
there had been fewer. people at
S It seems incredible, but these
snow houses are very warm.
Pierkoonemeloon and Newer-
o -o kierung had worked like beavers,
"just for the fun of the thing;"
Sbut they were not in the least
."Now for our traps !" they
shouted, as they dashed out of the
The traps had been dug in the
early Fall, when the ground was
soft, and were skillfully constructed
-. d -- . and kept well baited. They were
in a lonely plain between the icy
mountain and the frozen sea, at
-I. __-- some distance from the settle-
a_- rude o ment; and the boys felt that they
cooigut-n- w--_-- _-k-- -- must be in a hurry if they wanted
to get back to the Mission House
UGARNG'S HOUSE. at supper-time.
knife. These were built into a dome, the walls of But they were not to see their traps that day.
which were very thick and solid. Inside was one Newerkierung, who was in advance, stopped very
room, circular, with a hole in the roof for the escape suddenly as he turned the corner of a jutting rock,
of the smoke. The entrance to this room was so that Pierloonemeloon nearly fell over him.
through a hole, about a yard in diameter, which Bears said Newerkierung, in a low, terrified
led into an arched passage-way, sixteen feet long, voice, as he pointed up the mountain side.
and not high enough to enable a grown person to Pierkoonemeloon, looking in the direction in-
walk upright in it. In the dome was placed a dicated, saw four full-sized polar bears trotting
window of transparent, fresh-water ice. On the gently towards them. They had evidently not
sides of the room were a couple of raised platforms, seen the boys, or they would have quickened their
two feet high, made of blocks of snow laid com- pace; but they were dangerously near, and the
pactly and smoothly together. On these were boys turned back and darted off at their swiftest run
placed whale-bones and seal-skins, making two for the Mission House. They would have preferred
comfortable beds for Annersung and her children going to the village, and telling the news there, so
In the centre of the room was a smaller platform that they might have the excitement of a bear
for the cooking-lamp, and over this was constructed chase, in which their present relative positions
a rude wooden scaffolding, on which to hang the might be reversed; but they were afraid the bears
cooking utensils. would overtake them if they went so far. It was
The house was now completed, and the next pro- well they did not make the attempt, for the bears
ceeding was to move into it Annersung's furniture. came into view very soon after they had established
The seal-skins had already been laid upon the themselves at a window.

1874.1 A BRIGHT IDEA. 413

"The bears have come shouted Pierkoo- did not attempt to conceal their fears. The roof
nemeloon. had been constructed with great care, and Mr. Lay
We '11 have to go out and fight them cried thought the bears could not break through; but in
Newerkierung. such a matter one likes to be sure, and Mr. Lay
Mr. Lay smiled. Their force of two men, un- was by no means sure. What was to be done?
skilled in bear warfare, and two boys, would not There was but little hope that the bears would be
prove very effective in an encounter with four polar seen or heard from the village; for, no doubt, all
bears, its inhabitants were by this time in a profound
"We won't go to them," he said, "and they slumber. A sound of gnawing and tearing could
can't come to us. They will soon get tired and go now be heard, accompanied by low, savage growls.
away." Could it be possible that they had broken through
Not they !" said the boys, who knew much the layers of solid ice with which the roof was
more about bears than Mr. Lay. They must be covered, and had reached the wood? The situa-
savagely hungry to venture into a settlement this tion was growing desperate.
way, and now they have come they won't go away Let's make a hole in the roof, and put a gun
in a hurry. They have smelt the cooking in the through," said Newerkierung, who had the bravery
smoke of the kitchen chimney, and they '11 stay till of his race.
they get their supper." "I have thought of that," said Mr. Lay, "but
But they won't get it," said Mrs. Lay. we would have to wait for a bear to come directly
Then they will stay for their breakfast," said over the spot, which might not happen."
Newerkierung. When bears come around this "And if it did," said Mr. Carey, "we should
way, there is but one thing to do,-go out and probably only wound him, and then we would be
fight them." worse off than before, for they would all be enraged
Our friends in the village will do that as soon and make a savage attack upon the house."
as they know what visitors we have," said Mr. Lay. "I have it! I have it!" cried Pierkoonemeloon,
"We need not be uneasy." jumping up and down in his excitement. "The
But how are they to know? asked Pierkoo- fireworks the fireworks! They scared me nearly
nemeloon. out of my senses when I first saw them, and a bear,
Unfortunately, there was no answer ready to this cunning as he is, has n't got as much wit as I have.
question. The fireworks! Make a hole in the roof, and pop!
A great head was now thrust against the window right among them !"
bars, which caused the speakers involuntarily to The previous summer, an American ship had
recoil from their post of observation, and look at remained at Kingaiteloo for several days, and,
the savage beast at a greater distance. But they leaving there the last of June, had given Mr. Lay
were not afraid of his getting in. The house had some fireworks to be used on the coming Fourth
both an outer and an inner wall, with windows in of July. This was done, to the great delight of the
each, the outer windows being secured by heavy natives; but, as there was quite a large number of
bars, strongly mortised. Roman candles among them, Mr. Lay had saved
Here was one bear, but where were the others ? some of these for the next year, and they were
Anxious faces were now at the other windows, peer- packed away in a chest in the lumber-room.
ing out into the night; but no other bears were to It was at once evident to all the besieged that
be seen. It was hoped that they had made a Pierkoonemeloon's idea was a good one; for, if the
descent upon the village, where there were men Roman candles did not frighten the bears, they
enough to give battle to them, for the Esquimaux would arouse the men in the village, and bring
are good hunters, and brave ones. But this hope them to the Mission House to raise the siege.
was soon dispelled. The women flew to the chest, and speedily un-
They are on the roof said Mr. Lay. packed the innocent-looking pasteboard tubes, and
A silence followed this announcement. No one the boys stood at the foot of the ladder ready to
knew exactly what to think of this position the be- light them, long before Mr. Lay, at the top of the
siegers had taken. The scratching of their huge ladder, had succeeded in making a hole through
claws upon the ice could be heard distinctly, and it the roof, for he not only had to bore into the wood,
was not a pleasant sound. The bear which had but to break through a thick layer of ice. But at
been reconnoitering through the window now last it was done. A Roman candle was lighted,
joined his companions on the roof. It seemed as and passed up to Mr. Lay, who pushed it quickly
if the house trembled under the heavy tread of the through the hole.
four great beasts. Certainly the inmates did. Mrs. Whiz pop pop pop went the candle. The
Lay and the Esquimaux woman who lived there party below could hear, but not see. The party


above could both see and hear; and, before all the The Esquimaux men soon came running in to
stars had flown out of one candle, the bears scram- learn what was the matter. They were all armed,
bled down from the roof and made off at their best and watched anxiously, hoping the bears would re-
speed, howling as they ran. Mr. Carey and the turn; for a good supply of bear meat would have
women stationed at the windows reported that the been very acceptable in the village. But the ani-
routed enemy had disappeared into the darkness. mals had been too effectually frightened, and came
It was not probable that they would return, but it back no more.
was thought best to send up another candle in This excitement kept the villagers up to a very
order to arouse the villagers that they might be late hour, and, consequently, they all slept late the
ready in case the bears should resolve upon renew- next day. This made no difference as far as work-
ing the attack, ing in the daylight was concerned, for there was no
Great was the relief of the inmates of the Mission daylight; but it had been found expedient to es-
House. The women cried; Mr. Lay and Mr. tablish regular hours for the various things to be
Carey both commenced talking at the same time; done in the settlement, or else there would be no
work done at all. Pierkooneme-
S - - loon and Newerkierung were the
M first to make their appearance
in the morning in the now quiet

Stempt they had made to visit
their traps, and this time they
unl t resolved to do it. But, warned
:__ by yesterday's experience, they
took some precautions that they
had never taken before. Each
--- boy carried a loaded gun, and
hung a little horn at his side,
with which to sound an alarm
"' -", in case they should encounter
S --- --- iany unpleasant acquaintances.
---- O They succeeded in reaching
-the traps without any accident.
There were three traps,-one
S.-- very large, and two smaller ones.
They arrived first at the large
----one, and peeped in, half-expect-
S- ing to see a bear, so filled were
'li 'their minds with the forms of
1 iii l' I these animals. But it was empty.
The large trap generally was
Empty, so this was not much of
a disappointment. But when
They found the second trap also
empty their hearts sank. They
-- could hardly summon up the
resolution to look into the third.
oil ~ However, that had an occupant!
Only one But that was better
than nothing. And when they
_looked again, and caught a sight
of the glints of silver on its fur,
when the moonlight shone on it,
they were overjoyed. It was a
THE BEARS BESIEGING THE MISSION HOUSE. silver-grey fox, a valuable prize,
and the two boys were so delighted at having out- and a rare one; for the Arctic fox is quite as cun-
witted the bears that they sat down on the floor and ning as his brethren of warmer climes, and it is very
laughed until the tears rolled down their fat cheeks. seldom indeed that he gets caught in a trap. This.

x874.] NIMPO'S TROUBLES. 415

capture, the boys agreed, was a good omen for the seven skins of different animals to the fur-traders,
winter. And so it proved, for they were very suc- which was the largest number they had ever se-
cessful that season, and the next summer sold forty- cured.



CHAPTER X. party, and it made him pronounce old Primkins to
be meaner than ever.
In fact, both Nimpo and Rush talked that even-
THE long-expected Saturday came at last,-a ing about the wretchedness of the Primkins' bill of
perfect day,-and Nimpo, with her new dress, fare till they both felt that they were very much
which Sarah had made in the latest style, without abused in the matter of food.
ruffle or tuck, went to the party. Gradually a great idea took form in Nimpo's
This party would be a very droll affair to you girls head, namely, to go to the old house and bake
of to-day. The invited guests came at the sen- some cake. To be sure, she had never made any
sible hour of two o'clock in the afternoon, so as to cake, but there was her mother's receipt book, and
have a good long time to play before dark. There she knew she could follow directions.
was no dancing, that was considered, if not Rush was delighted with the plan. So, one
wicked, at least very frivolous. On the contrary, morning, instead of going to school, they took
the girls sat around the room like so many sticks; Robbie and went down to the house.
for they all put on their stiff manners with their Nimpo walked slowly, with Robbie, while Rush
best dresses. After awhile Helen's mother came ran on ahead to the store to get the key.
in, and suggested that they should go into the "Now, Rush, you make a fire," said Nimpo, as
yard and play something. In a few moments soon as they were in the house, while I hunt up
they were eagerly discussing what it should be. the receipt book."
Let's play 'Pom, pom, pell away !' cried Nim- So Robbie brought in chips, and Rush brought
po, who delighted in lively games. in wood, and Nimpo went up stairs to look for the
Oh, no !" said Anna, we play that every day book.
at school. Let's play 'Crack the whip,' and Helen "What kind would you make? she shouted
shall be the leader." down stairs to Rush, who was blowing away at the
"Blind Man's Buff!" suggested another. And, fire.
after some talk, Blind Man's Buff was decided "Oh, any kind, so it's good and rich," called
upon. Rush. "What kinds are there ?"
Who'll be it?" asked Helen. Nimpo came down and began to read.
Thereupon Anna began to count them off. "Rich cakes,-of course, we want it rich; we
have enough poor stuff at Mrs. Primkins'."
"Irey-Urey-Ickory-Ann- Of course," assented Rush.
Phillisy-Phollisy-Nicholas-John- 'Old Hartford Election Cake.' That does n't
Quevor--Quavor-- .
English-Navor- sound good, besides, it takes five pounds of flour,
Stringalum-Strangalum-John-Buck." and brandy," said Nimpo, running her eye over the
The "Buck" fell to Helen, who had to blind, "Read the next," said Rush.
and the game c mmenced. "' Raised Loaf-Cake.' That takes one pound
After this came Dixie's Land and Fox and of flour,-let me see. 'Mrs. H's Raised Wedding
Geese." Then followed a sensible "tea" of bis- Cake.' That takes yeast, and seven pounds of
cuts and butter, cold tongue, fruit and sweetcakes. flour. 'Fruit Cake or Black Cake.' "
Finally, though it was not seven o'clock, all the Oh, make that!" interrupted Rush. That's
girls went home. splendid; and we can have as much as we want.
It was something of a trial to Rush to hear Nim- Mother never lets us have but a little bit of a
po's description of the "good things" eaten at the piece."


"Well," said Nimpo, reading, "this takes 'one in already," said Nimpo,-' the remainder of the
pound white sugar, three-quarters pound of butter, flour, and the wine and brandy.' "
one pound flour, sifted.' That sounds easy." She Nimpo threw in the rest of the flour, and a turn-
went on: "'Twelve eggs, two pounds raisins, blerful of cider,-she had no wine-glass,-and stir-
stoned;' but I guess they'll do without. I don't red all up together.
care for the stones." "The book says, 'first pour in the pans, and
"Nor I," said Rush. then add the raisins and citron and currants.' Oh,
Two pounds citron,'-they've got that at the I forgot the currants," said Nimpo; "I guess I
store,-' quarter ounce of cinnamon, nutmegs and won't put them in."
cloves,'--we 've got all those in the spice box,- "Oh, yes, do !" said Rush. I'll get them."
' one wine-glass of wine, and one of brandy,'-we "Well, they 're in a glass jar on the second shelf
have n't got those, and, you know, Cousin Will in the store-room," said she, "and be careful you
won't give us any." don't let it fall."
Won't cider do?" asked Rush. He '11 give Rush soon had the jar.
me some, may be." How many do you want? he asked.
I guess so. Well, I'll make that. Let me see "Two pounds," said Nimpo. "And- oh!
what I want. You must go down to the store and they 've got to be carefully cleaned.' "
get-a dozen eggs,-we 've got raisins in the store- How do they clean 'em? Do you know?"
room,-cider and butter and citron. If Cousin Will "Yes; I've seen Sarah-wash them."
asks you what you want it for, tell him I 'm making So Rush weighed out the currants, and put them
cake." into a pan to wash,-eating all the time,-while
"Well," said Rush, "eggs, cider, butter, and Nimpo sliced the citron,-eating, too,-and got
citron. Robbie, do you want to go, too ?" the two square cake-pans to bake it in.
Robbie did. So they went off, and Nimpo pro- "The book says, 'line the pan with paper,' but
ceeded to collect her materials. I sha' n't do that; I don't see any use in it. Rush,
First she brought out the scales, and then the don't eat up all those currants !"
earthen dish that her mother made cake in. Then "No, I won't," said Rush, beginning now to
she weighed the flour and the raisins. Then she wash them.
brought out the spice-box, but she could n't weigh In a few minutes he announced them all ready,
a quarter of an ounce, so she had to guess at that. and brought the pan to Nimpo, who quickly stirred
As soon as Rush came in with the things she be- them in.
gan to mix them, carefully following the book. They were very wet, and they made the cake
Rub the butter and sugar together," she read. look odd and sticky. But Nimpo was getting tired
So she weighed the butter and sugar, put them in now, so she poured it into the two pans and hurried
the dish, and took the wooden spoon her mother it into the oven.
used for cake. They wpuld n't mix very well. Get some more wood, Rush," she said.
She could n't make it look like her mother's cake. Give me the pan to scrape," cried Rush.
But after working till her arms ached, she thought "I '11 give you part, and Robbie must have
it would "do," so she proceeded to put in the rest. part," she answered. "But, Rush," she cried, ex-
Eggs come next. I must break them and sep- citedly, that cake must bake four hours !".
arate the whites and yolks." So she took up one Oh, my What for?" asked Rush.
and broke it. She broke it too much, in fact, for "I don't know. The book says so; but I know
the yolk ran out, and she could n't separate it mother don't bake cake so long as that. I don't
from the white. believe the old book is right."
I don't care," she said. I don't believe it '11 "Nor I," said Rush. We can tell when it's
make any difference, anyway; they all go in just done; can't we?"
the same." "I guess I can," said Nimpo. "Now, let's
So, feeling sure that she had exploded at least make up a good fire to bake it, and go out and get
one humbug in cake-making, she broke all the cool; it's dreadfully hot in here."
eggs into a dish, and began beating them. Soon Just then, Rush heard Johnny Stevens whistling
her shoulder began to ache; then she declared she for him outside. So, opening the front door, he
"did n't believe it mattered if it would n't stand up invited him in, and they all ran out in the yard to
as mother made it,"-and in went the eggs with the play.
butter and sugar. They chased each other about for awhile, then
"Then add part of the flour," said the receipt. played "hide and seek" in the barn, and, at last,
So she put in a few handfuls. when they were enjoying themselves "taking
The spice, the whites of the eggs,'-those are turns" on the swing, Nimpo suddenly exclaimed:


Oh, I wonder if the cake is done." All this had taken some hours, and now it was
Thereupon she and Robbie and Johnny Stevens time to go back to Mrs. Primkins'.
ran in to see; Rush was in the swing, "letting the What shall we do with the dishes?" asked
old cat die." Rush.
If the cake was n't done, the fire was. So they Oh, we '11 leave them to-night. I 'm too tired
made up another fire, and looked at the cake. It to wash dishes; besides, I hate it. Sarah 'll wash
looked brown enough outside, but when Nimpo them when she comes."
ran a broom splint into it-as she had seen her So, after brushing the flour from their clothes as
mother do-she saw that something was wrong, best they could, they carefully wrapped their pre-
No, it is n't done inside," said she, though cious cake in a napkin, and returned to Mrs. Prim-
I 'm sure it is outside." kins', Nimpo stealing softly up stairs with the cake
Well, they went off to play again. Soon, Johnny under her apron.


Stevens, remembering an errand he had to do, ran She reached the room safely, and locked the de-
home, and the next time they went into the house licious loaf in her trunk, ready for another feast.
they concluded that the cake was done. It did n't
stick much to the broom splint, and certainly the CHAPTER XI.
outside was a great deal too brown.
Nimpo took the loaves out, and in trying to shake RUSH MAKES HIS WILL.
them free from the pans, one of them broke in two. NEITHER of the children wanted any tea, and
Never mind, we can eat this one now," said Mrs. Primkins was not particularly surprised, for
Nimpo, "and keep the other to take back with they had a way of going to the store and eating so
us." much trash that they did n't care for bread and
It did n't look exactly like mother's black cake, milk.
nor did it taste quite right. But then it was very They played with the kittens awhile, and then
rich, Nimpo said, and, anyway, it was good." went to bed.
So they ate as much as they liked, though Rob- About eleven o'clock, when everything had long
bie, wise little fellow, would not take but one taste, been still in the house, Nimpo was wakened from
They interspersed thh entertainment with raisins a horrid dream by hearing Rush call her. She got
and currants that they had left on the table. up and went to his door.
and currants that they had left on the table, up and went to his door.


"What do you want, Rush?" she asked in a Will's bed, in the back room. For the present,
whisper, however, he gave up all thought of dying, but
"Oh, come in here," he cried. I'm awful spoke pathetically to Cousin Will of his narrow es-
sick, Nimpo. I know I'm going to die. Oh, cape.
dear oh, dear! can't you do something for me ? That young gentleman suspected what was the
And he doubled up and groaned and cried again. matter, and made a good deal of fun of him, and
Where is the pain ? asked Nimpo, half scared had a good laugh at Nimpo's cake.
out of her wits, as she added, desperately, I don't "I guess mother was right, after all," said Nim-
know what to give you, and I have n't got any- po. "She never would let us eat much of that
thing if I did." rich cake."
Here Rush groaned and cried afresh, and Nimpo That morning, also, Nimpo's conscience began
sat down on the foot of the bed, and cried with to trouble her about the dishes she had left. So,
him. after school, she took Robbie down to the house,
She was afraid to go after the doctor, and neither and proceeded to put the kitchen to rights," as
of them for a moment thought of going to Mrs. she called it.
Prinikins. They regarded her only in the light of It was so warm she thought she would n't make a
an enemy, and that she could have common sym- fire, as she could just as well wash the dishes in cold
pathy with their sufferings never occurred to the water; but the poor child found this no easy thing
two miserable children, to do. Robbie almost cried to see his dear Nimpo
Between the attacks of pain, Rush was perfectly in so much trouble, and at last when it was over,
easy, and I suspect he rather enjoyed-in his easy and Nimpo sat down to rest, he climbed into her
times-being the hero of the hour, though in a lap, and, by way of comforting her, begged her to
mournful sort of a way. tell him a story.
"Nimpo," he said at last, I want to give away So she told him about the naughty little boy who
my things before I die. What would you give to saw a nest full of dear little eggs high up in a tree,
mother? and how the naughty boy waited and waited for a
I don't know," said Nimpo, solemnly. chance to go and steal the eggs; and how at
Oh, I know; I'11 give her my pretty box, that
I got last Christmas; I know she '11 like it. And -'
Robbie can have my sled,-you know how he used ,
to like it." '
"Yes," sobbed Nimpo. Just then the pain came .") i c.
on again, and poor Rush writhed and twisted and -- '
groaned till it was over. '
"You may have my books, Nimpo," he moaned, -
when he felt better again, "and, oh! I wish you'd -
give my bow and arrows to Johnny Stevens-he -- .
always wanted a bow; they're in the shed. And- -.
and-my knife- "
But his knife was too precious to part with, even .
on his death-bed, so he added: ,
"Well, I won't give away my knife yet." J
After that, his sufferings engrossed him until, at
last, he fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Then
Nimpo, with a throbbing head, crept off softly to .
her own bed, where she lay tossing, in a high fever, .
until daylight.
Perhaps they would never have known what was 'r 'I
the matter that night, but for the repugnance they %
both felt for the remaining fruit-cake. Nimpo took
it out the next day, but Rush said it made him sick
to look at it, and she could n't touch a morsel her- last he climbed the tree and was just going to get
self. So she broke it into little bits and threw it the eggs, when, "Oh, my! the eggs had all
out of the window; and I hope the birds knew hatched, and a great, horrible, ugly little bird
enough to let it alone, caught right hold of his ear !"
The next day Rush was not able to go to school, Robbie drew a long breath at this, and then said,
so he went down to the store and dozed on Cousin "Tell me another."

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Well, what shall it be ? she asked. It's I! answered the wolf, in his softest
"Tell me the story 'bout the Tiny Pigs," said growl. 'I'm come to take you over to get the
Robbie, eagerly, turnips.'
So Nimpo began Oh!' said the wise little piggy. 'I went
over at five o'clock, and ate as many as I could
"Once upon a time, there was a mamma pig, Then the wolf gave a great growl; he could n't
and she had three little tiny pigs. And it was hard help it, because he was hungry, you know. But,
work to get along, for they lived in the woods, and in a minute he thought of another plan.
had nothing to eat except what they could get 'Piggy,' said he, do you like pears ?'
themselves. So the mamma pig told the tiny pigs Oh, my I guess I do!' said piggy.
that they must go away and make houses for them- 'Well,' said the wolf, 'to-morrow, at five
selves. So they all started off, and the oldest one o'clock, I '1 come and take you over to Farmer
went to the North, and n-e-v-e-r came back; and Brown's orchard, where there's a lovely tree of
the middle one went off to the South, and n-e-v-e-r pears.'
came back; but the little, tiny bit of a baby pig 'Well, all right,' said piggy.
said, 'I will live by my mamma.' ." Now, the piggy thought he 'd be smart, so he
So would I!" interrupted Robbie. went over at four o'clock; but others could be cun-
Yes, so you would," said Nimpo. Well, this ning as well as he, and he had hardly got to the
little pig went off to where a man was making orchard before he saw the grey wolf coming along.
bricks, and he said, 'Man, will you please give me Piggy hurried to climb into a pear-tree, and when
some bricks to build me a house ?'-for this tiny the wolf got there he was eating pears.
pig was very polite. Well, the man gave him some 'Are they nice, piggy?' said the wolf, looking
bricks, and the little pig built himself nice, strong up wistfully,-not at the pears, but at the pig; for
house. a wolf can't climb a tree, you know."
He had n't lived there very long, when there No more can a piggy," said Robbie.
came along a great grey wolf. Now, the wolf was No," answered Nimpo, only in story-books.
v-e-r-y hungry, and he wanted a little pig for his ' Oh, I guess they are !' said piggy. Shall I
breakfast. So he knocked at the door. throw you one ?'
'Who's there?' squeaked the tiny pig. 'Yes,' said the wolf,-just to pretend, you
'It's I !' said the wolf, in a deep, growly voice, know, for he could n't bear pears.
'What do you want ?' said the tiny pig. So piggy threw down a pear, and the wolf ran
I want to come in,' said the wolf. and got it. And then he threw another, farther
'Well, you can't come in,' said the tiny pig; off, and the wolf ran after it. And the next one he
for his mother had taught him to be very careful,. threw just as far as he could; and while the wolf
and never let anybody into his house. was gone after it, piggy jumped down, sprang into
"But the wolf was angry, so he roared out: an empty barrel that stood there, and began to roll
'Then I 'll huff, and I '11 puff, and I 'll b-l-o-w down the hill.
your house down When the wolf started to come back, he saw
'Huff away, puff away; you can't blow this this barrel rolling down towards him, and he was
house down,' said the tiny pig. awfully scared; and he turned and ran away, as.
So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and fast as he could, off to his den. So piggy got safe
he huffed, but he could n't blow the house down, home.
because it was made of bricks. But he was a sly By-'n'-by, the wolf came along again, and
old wolf, and he was n't discouraged a bit. He knocked at the door.
softened his roar to as gentle a growl as he could, Who's there?' asked the tiny pig.
and he said: 'Why, piggy how did you get home ?' asked
Piggy, do you like turnips ?' the wolf. I got an awful fright; a barrel came
'Oh, my I guess I do,' said piggy. rolling right at me, and I knew it was some trap of
Well, Farmer Green has got a whole field of those awful men,-so I ran home.'
turnips, and I'll come over to-morrow morning, at 'Why, that was me !' said the tiny pig, laugh-
six o'clock, and we '11 go over and get some.' ing. I was in that barrel.'
Well,' said piggy, 'all right.' And the wolf Then the wolf gave an awful roar, to think he-
went home to his den. had been so foolish; and he said, in a dreadful
"The next morning, at six o'clock, he came voice:
again, and knocked at piggy's door. 'Now, piggy, you must let me in.'
'Who's there ?' asked piggy. But I sha' n't let you in,' said piggy.


Then I 'll come down the chimney,' said the down into the fire, and never troubled the tiny pig
wolf. any more."
So he began to climb up on the house. Ohe said Robbie, with a sigh of intense
But piggy pulled his feather bed up to the fire- satisfaction. Now let's go home."
place, and set it on fire. The wolf got on the "Home!" echoed Nimpo, scornfully, as she
chimney, and began to come down. But the hor- hastened to put on Robbie's hat. Well, it's all
rible smoke and smell of the burning feathers the home we have now, I suppose, so we might as
choked him and smothered him, and he fell right well go."
(To be continued.)



PERSIMMONS was a colored lad With faithfulness and pride always,
'Way down in Lou'sianny, He minded missus' baby.
And all the teaching that he had He loved the counsels of the saints,
Was given him by his granny. And, sometimes, those of sinners,
But he did his duty ever To run off 'possum-hunting and
As well as you, it may be; Steal water-milion dinners.
And fervently at meeting too,
On every Sunday night,
SHe 'd with the elders shout and pray
"' iBy the pine-knots' flaring light,
\ And sing their rudest melodies,
With voice so full and strong,
1 You could almost think he learned them
.From the angels' triumph song.

We be nearer to de Lord
S. Dan de white folks,-and dey knows it;
See de glory-gate unbarred,-
Walk in, darkies, past de guard,-
Bet you dollar He won't close it.

S "Walk in, darkies, troo de gate,
H ear de kullered angels holler;
Go 'way, white folks, you're too late,
We's de winning' kuller. Wait
Till de trumpet blow to foller."

He would croon this over softly
..... .. -As he lay out in the sun;
But the song he heard most often,-
"HE MIKDED MISsus' BAY." His granny's favorite one,-


Was, Jawge Washington, Bound mattresses upon it
Thomas Jefferson, With stoutest cords of rope,
Persimmons, Henry Clay, be Lifted out her fainting mistress,
Quick shut de do', Saying, Honey, dar is hope!
Get up off dat flo', You, Jawge Washington,
Come heah and mind de baby." Thomas Jefferson,
Persimmons, Henry Clay, be
Quick on dat raft,
Don't star' like a calf,
But take good cah ob baby!"

The frothing river lifted them
Out on its turbid tide,
SAnd for awhile they floated on
Together, side by side;
iTill, broken by the current strong,
The frail raft snapt in two,
A" nd Persimmons saw his granny
Fast fading from his view.

The deck-hands on a steamboat
Heard, as they passed in haste,
S'A child's voice singing in the dark,
Upon the water's waste,
A song of faith and triumph,
SOf Moses and the Lord;
And throwing out a coil of rope,
They drew him safe on board.

Full many a stranger city
--_ Persimmons wandered through,
"A-totin ob der baby," and
Singing songs he knew.
S-At length some City Fathers
Objected to his plan,
Arresting as a vagrant
Our valiant little man.
They carried out their purposes,
"JAWGE WASHINGTON!" Persimmons "'lowed he'd spile 'em,"
So, sloping from the station-house,
One night there came a fearful storm, He stole baby from the 'sylum.
Almost a second flood;
The river rose, a torrent swoln And on that very afternoon,
Of beaten, yellow mud. As it was growing dark,
It bit at its embankments, He sang, beside the fountain in
And lapped them down in foam, The crowded city park,
Till, surging through a wide crevasse, A rude camp-meeting anthem,
The waves seethed round their home. Which he had sung before,
They scaled the high verandah, While on his .granny's fragile raft
They filled the parlors clear, He drifted far from shore:
Till floating chairs and tables
Clashed against the chandelier. SONG.
'T was then Persimmons' granny,
Stout of arm and terror-proof, Moses smote de water, and
By means of axe and lever, De sea gabe away;
Pried up the verandah roof; De chilleren dey passed ober, for


De sea gabe away. While a substantial shadow,
0 Lord! I feel so glad, That was walking by her side,
It am always dark 'fo' day, Seized Persimmons by the shoulder,
So, honey, don't yer be sad, And, while she shook him, cried:
De sea'll gib away." You, Jawge Washington,
Thomas Jefferson,
A lady, dressed in mourning, Persimmons, Henry Clay, be
Turned with a sudden start, Quick, splain yerself, chile,-
Gave one glance at the baby, Stop dat ar fool smile,-
Then caught it to her heart; Whar you done been wid baby?"

A Wonderful Story of a Stork.


MY dear little American friends: As you are the whole charge. There were, in the children's
studying your geography in school, and are doubt- care, tame deer, hares, rabbits, swans, peacocks, not
less familiar with the shape of a very important to speak of many varieties of chickens and ducks. A
country on this side of the ocean, called Germany, goat, its mother having died at its birth, was care-
you may remember a point of land which projects fully tended; and two young hares, whom the gar-
beyond its northern boundary, and is separated dener found one day forsaken by their mother in a
from the former kingdom of Hanover by the river most pitiable plight among his cabbage-heads in
Elbe, while its western and eastern coast are en- the garden, were tenderly received by them, and
closed by the North and Baltic Seas. The king- fed regularly with milk. When little Olga and
dom of Denmark forms the principal portion of it Claire pursued their favorite game of croquet on
in the north, while in the southern half are the the lawn before the house, many of these pets
provinces of Schleswig and Holstein, which, for- would gather around as if to admire their fine play-
merly independent Duchies, were still owing military ing. In the large greenhouse were always some
allegiance to Denmark. In 1864 these provinces refugees in the forms of little birds, who had either
revolted, and Austria and Prussia stepping in, by fallen out of their nest, or been injured in such a
their stronger military force detached them from way that they needed looking after.
Denmark. Then followed in 1866 the six weeks' But what interested me most, was a stork, so
Austrian war, when the Prussian arms gained a tame that he allowed the children to take him in
victory at every step, and in consequence of which, their arms and carry him about like a baby. It
at the peace of Prague, the province of Holstein was a most comical sight to watch little Claire, the
was ceded to Prussia. It is a most fruitful province, younger of the two, carry the long-legged creature
abounding in lakes and small rivers; but its chief into the stable, holding its head, with the long red
glory is the beautiful beech forests, which crown beak, tenderly against her own delicate face.
the heights in all directions, and in which large Watche was the name given to the stork by the
herds of deer find protection and shelter. children, and to which he answered with the
Last summer I spent two charming months as a promptness of a dog. He had many a treat pre-
guest at one of the beautiful country residences of pared for him; for Olga and Claire were often en-
Holstein; and in seeing and enjoying so much gaged in finding frogs, as well as grasshoppers,
that was novel and interesting ,to me, I was often and other insects, for their greedy pet.
reminded of my many friends among the dear boys I suppose that most of my little American friends
and girls of far America. Here were two beautiful have never seen a stork, and as all German chil-
little girls, Olga and Claire, brought up with a care dren watch his doings with eager interest, I want
worthy of young princesses. Yet their charming to tell the little ones at home something about him.
mother knew how to respect child nature, its wants The bird is nearly four feet long, has white feath-
and pleasures; and so the little girls were allowed ers, a red bill, and very long, thin scarlet legs,
to have all. sorts of aninial pets, of whom they had upon which he struts over the meadows in northern


Germany with quaint dignity. These birds spend in the spring. To that end she wrote in French,
the cold months of the year in Africa, particularly in on a piece of strong paper, the history of the stork,
Egypt, where the plains are often white with them. how her dear children had cared for him, how they
They travel South in hundreds, and have been would watch for him with the return of spring, and
known to kill the weaker ones among them, so as that she begged most tenderly that no one in the
not to have their flight impeded. Here in the far South might prevent his return. This paper.
North they build their nests of branches and straw, was securely fastened to a scarlet tape, and tied
and generally upon the thatched roofs of our farm- around the stork's neck, where it was plainly to be
houses. They always return to the same nest, re- seen upon the white feathers. One clear autumn
pairing it year after year, the male preceding the day the stork went, causing tears and deep regrets
female, standing upright in it, to await the arrival to the little ones.
of his mate. When one family of storks dies out, an- Soon after, they themselves went to their beauti-
other takes possession of the nest, which sometimes ful city home in Hamburg; but all through the
is known to be a hundred years old. So attached long, dreary winter days their thoughts followed
are they to these nests, and their helpless young, ..their truant bird, and many a little city friend had
that even fire does not drive them away from it; to hear of him in that cheerful nursery; for dolls
yet with true generosity they allow sparrows and and many other toys did not seem to fill the place
swallows to build on the outside, never disturbing of those living pets left at their country home.
their weaker brethren. They feed themselves on Days came and went, Christmas was spent, and
frogs, lizards, small snakes, moles, field mice, bugs, Easter approaching, when the family made their
and worms, and in their habits they are so neat, preparations to break up again, and go into the
that all their leisure time is spent in cleaning them- country. How the little hearts rejoiced, and how
selves. Olga and Claire anticipated with eager interest
My interest in Olga and Claire's stork, "Watche," all the coming pleasure! And when finally the
was much increased when one day my hostess told start had been taken, and they had even reached
me its story, assuring me that it was literally true. the last railway station, from which their father's
I relate it now to my young friends at home, as an horses must take them the rest of the way, their
example how kindness even to a dumb animal will excitement knew no bounds, and every tree and
bring its reward. The parents of "Watche" had shrub by the wayside was hailed as a dear, fam-
their nest on one of the gable ends of an immense iliar friend. At their home everything was ready
farm-building, where they lived contentedly year for their reception, but they must first go about
after year, brooding their young. When the cold, their grounds to find their different pets, and
windy days of autumn came, they, like other birds to assure themselves that they had not suffered
of passage, took their flight to the sunny South, during the long, dreary Winter months.
but with the return of spring, when the rivers began Their friend, the stork, was still wanting; but as
to thaw, and forests and meadows were clad in their one after the other of the summer birds returned,
beautiful vesture of green, the storks returned to the children watched for him, and had the great
their nests-a good omen to the neighborhood, as happiness to find him one bright morning standing
the farmers say. on the lawn, where he must have arrived the night
Two years ago this summer, one of their chil- before. Shouts of joy went through the place, and
dren, a young fledgling, fell out of the nest, and soon the whole household was assembled to give
as it was almost impossible to reach the high gable Watche a greeting of welcome. But great was
upon which it was situated, my kind hostess took their astonishment when they found fastened around
it upon herself to care for the helpless creature, his neck what they supposed to be the same piece
In their walks and drives, mother and children of paper which their thoughtful mother had attached
never forgot their pet, collecting worms and insects there last autumn. He recognized the children,
for his maintenance; and even the sterner papa, followed their call, and allowed little Olga to un-
who was very much given to the pleasures of the fasten the paper, with which she flew to her mam-
chase, would fill his hunting-pouch with frogs and ma. It proved to be in French, an answer to the
other stork-treasures that would come across his letter which Watche" had carried away with
way. Under such thoughtful care our young stork him, and was written by a French gentleman, who
flourished; and with dread the children began to filled the post of consul at one of the slave States
think of the autumn, when he, following the in- in Africa. He said he had received my friend's
stinct of his nature, would seek a warmer climate, letter, which, as he added, had touched him deeply,
The mother appreciated the anxiety of her chil- and suggested to him that hearts which were filled
dren, and comforted them by saying that she would with such tenderness for dumb animals, would be
do all in her power to secure the return of the stork more than willing to aid the suffering of their own


kind, particularly those in bondage. He then re- follow his suggestion. Need I say that all was
lated the story of a bright little negro boy, whom done as the kind Frenchman proposed; one hun-
he wished to'have educated and converted to Chris- dred thalers were at once forwarded for the child's
tianity; and as he himself was wanting in means, maintenance and education, and a similar sum is
he begged for aid from my friends. He gave his to be sent every year. The little girls themselves
full name and address, and proposed at the same selected the name of Christian for the African boy,
time that my hostess might give the heathen child in token of the great blessings which he was to
a Christian name, if she were otherwise inclined to receive.


WHAT says the book, my lassie ? The brook shall tell its merry tale,
What says the book to thee ?" The flowers their brightness shed,
It says the wood is beautiful, And the birds shall sing,-for life is life,
The blossoms fair to see; And printed words are dead.
It says the brook tells merrily
A little tale of glee, Hear what the bird sings, lassie:
And birds, brimful of melody, O, little lady fair !
Do sing their songs for me." The breath of flowers is over thee,
The sunlight in thy hair;
Then close the page, my lassie, And the heart of a little maiden
And lift thy pretty head, Is free. as birds in the air,-
And what the book would say to thee And God is good to thee and me,
The wood shall say instead. 0 little lady fair !'"
The wood shall say instead. 0 little lady fair!",




THE Jimmyjohns were a pair of twins, between off with that. Perhaps he was ashamed to come
four and five years old, and so much alike that even back. Little Mr. Tompkins, the lobster-seller,
their own relatives hardly could tell them apart. thinks the dog understood what Annetta said, and
One was Jimmy Plummer, and the other was that he may be, even now, scouring the woods, or
Johnny Plummer. That is why everyone called else sniffing along the streets, peeping into back-
them the Jimmyjohns. Their mother dressed them yards, down cellar-ways, up staircases, in search of
exactly alike, which made it all the harder to tell poor Polly Cologne !
Jimmy from Johnny. They lived in the country Mr. Tompkins was among the very first to notice
with their parents, and their sister Annetta, aged the sailor-suits. He met the twins that morning,
seven ; their sister Effie, aged three; their little as he was wheeling along his lobsters, and quickly
baby brother; a very small rag dolly named Polly dropped his wheelbarrow, and sat down on one of
Cologne, who was missing; a big dolly named the sideboards. Being a small, slim man, he could
Joey Moon, and a dog named Rover, known as a sit there as well as not, without tipping the wheel-
runaway; and they all had a very good time, in- barrow over.
deed, excepting when something or other happened Mr. Tompkins wore short-legged pantaloons and
to prevent. People said that Rover had run away a long-waisted coat. The reason of this was that
with Polly Cologne; but nobody knew for certain, he had short legs and (for his size) a long waist.
because Polly Cologne did n't come back to tell. His coat was buttoned up to his chin. His cap had
This chapter will tell why Mrs. Plummer had to a stiff visor, which stood out like the awning of a
sew very odd-looking patches on the Jimmyjohns' shop. He had a thin face, a small nose, small
sailor-suits. It will also tell what boy cut holes in eyes, and a wide mouth, and he wore a blue apron
those sailor-suits, and why he cut them, and when, with shoulder straps.
and will show that at the time it was done the three "What 's happened to your trowsers, eh ?"
boys were in great danger, asked little Mr. Tompkins. His way of speaking
It was on a Monday morning that 'people first was as sharp and quick as Snip's way of barking.
took notice of the Jimmies' trowsers being patched "Say! what's happened to your trowsers?"
in a curious manner. Johnny was carrying the The trowsers were patched in this way : Jimmy's
new dog, and Jimmy was taking hold of Johnny's had a strip running down the left leg; Johnny's
hand. After Rover was lost, the twins had a new had a round patch above each knee, one being
dog given them, named Snip. He was the smallest much farther up than the other.
dog they ever saw; but he was a dog,-he was not "0, yes! I see! I see how it is!" said Mr.
a puppy. Mr. Plummer brought him home in his Tompkins. "Your mother did that so as to tell
pocket one day, two weeks after Rover went away. you apart! 0, yes! Yes, yes! Very good !
It was Rover, you mnoWi, that ran off with poor little Johnny Shortpatch, Jimmy Longpatch or, Jimmy
Polly Cologne. People talked so much to him Shortpatch, Johnny Longpatch which is it?"
about this piece of mischief, that at last he began "She did n't do so for that," said Johnny, and
to feel ashamed of himself, and as soon as Polly then Jimmy after him. Johnny was always the
Cologne's name was mentioned he would slink into first to speak. It was by this that some people
a corner and hide his head. One day Annetta knew which was Johnny.
showed him an apron that poor little Polly used to "She didn't?" cried Mr. Tompkins; "then
wear,-it was a bib-apron,-and said to him, what did she do so for?"
" St'boy Go find her Don't come back till you "Perhaps to tell which is good and which is
find her!" naughty," said a lady who had stopped to look on.
The bib-apron was about three inches long. Then the butcher's boy stepped up, and he
Rover caught it in his mouth and away he went, wanted to know about the trowsers. Then a woman
and-did not come back. They looked for him far looked out of the window, and she wanted to know
and near, they put his name in the newspapers, about the trowsers. Then a great black dog came
but all in vain. The apron was found, sticking to up, and he smelt of the trowsers, which made Snip
a bramble-bush, about a mile from home, but noth- snap his teeth. Then came a flock of school-
ing could be seen or heard of Rover. There was a children, and they had something to say. "Hallo!"
circus in town that day, and he might have gone "What's up?" "What's the matter with all
VOL. I.-28.


your trowsers ?" "Jail-birds come to town!" Amos, taking up the half-peach and setting his
"Hoo hoo !" "How d' ye do, Mr. Patcher- teeth in it.
boys "Oh! Don't you! Don't! Give it to me!
Now, the truth was, -that Amos Dyke cut holes It's Jimmy's half! cried Johnny. Amos took
in those trowsers with his jack-knife. It happened two bites and then threw away the stone. The
in this way. The Jimmies, the Saturday before stone was all there was left, after the two bites were
that Monday, started from home to spend a cent taken. Johnny cried louder than before.
at Mr. Juniper's store. They had, in the first "Here! Stop that! Stop that!" some one
place, two cents, but one was lost. They got those called out from the road. It was Mr. Tompkins,
two cents by having a show in the barn. The price the lobster-seller. "Stop !" cried Mr. Tompkins.
for going in to.see the show was four pins. The Let that little chap alone Why don't you take
Jimmies sold the pins to the funny man. He gave one of your own size ?"
a cent for sixteen straight ones, but would take no The fact is that Amos Dyke never does take one
crooked ones at any price. Sometimes the Jimmies of his own size. He always takes some little fellow
tried to pound the crooked ones straight on a stone, who can't defend himself.
Their pins, that Saturday, came to nearly a cent Just about this time the funny man came along
and three-quarters, and the funny man made it up with his umbrellas under his arm. The funny man
to two. Jimmy let his fall on the barn-floor, and is an umbrella-mender. Then Amos Dyke, seeing
Johnny, in helping him find it, hit it accidentally that two men were looking at him, whispered to
with his toe, and knocked it through a crack. Johnny, "Hush up Quick! Don't tell! Come
Then Mrs. Plummer said they would have to divide down to the shore, and I '11 let you go graping with
between them what was bought with the other me in a boat. I'll run ahead and get the oars,
cent. and you go get Jimmy !"
The little boys left home to go to Mr. Juniper's The boat was a row-boat. Johnny sat at one
store at half past two o'clock in the afternoon, tak- end and Jimmy at the other. Amos Dyke sat in
ing Snip with them. Probably if they had not the middle and rowed. Before starting he fastened
taken him with them all would have been well, a tall stick at the stern of the boat, and tied his
In passing a garden they looked through the handkerchief to it, and called that the flag.
pickets, and saw a kitten racing along the paths. They rowed along shore, then off beyond the
Snip was after her in a moment, rocks, then in shore again and farther along for
"Now, you stay and take care of Snip," said nearly a mile, to a place called, "High Pines," and
Johnny to Jimmy, and I 'll go spend the cent there landed. The grapes grew in the woods, on
and bring your half here." And just so they did. the top of a steep, sandy cliff, as high as a high
Jimmy found Snip, and then went along to a shady house. Twice, in climbing this cliff, did the little
place under a tree, and there he climbed to the top Jimmies slide down, down, down. Twice was poor
rail of a fence and sat down to wait. Snip buried alive, and many times were all three
Johnny went round to Mr. Juniper's stbre and pelted by the rolling, rattling stones.
asked for a cent roll of checkerberry lozenges. Mr. They reached the top at last, and found Amos
Juniper had no cent rolls of lozenges, but he had already picking grapes. He told them that if they
striped candy and some quite large peaches, which would pick for him, he would give them two great
he was willing, for reasons well known to himself, bunches. The grapes were of a kind called sugar-
to sell for a cent apiece. Johnny felt so thirsty, grapes; light-colored, fragrant, and as sweet as
that he longed to bite of a peach, so he bought one honey. Amos told the little boys not to eat while
and turned back towards the garden. Having no they were picking. When he had filled his basket,
knife to cut it with, he ate off his half going along; he borrowed the Jimmies' pocket-handkerchiefs and
and this tasted so good that he could hardly help tied some up in those. They were their Lion "
eating Jimmy's half. But he only nibbled the edges pocket-handkerchiefs. Each had in its centre a
to make them even, lion, with a b c's all around the lion. Amos gave
Turning a corner, he spied Jimmy, and jumped the Jimmies two great bunches apiece., He then
over into a field so as to run across by a short cut. hid the basket and two small bundles behind a bush,
In the field he met Amos Dyke. Amos Dyke is a and they all three went to find a thick spot. When
large boy, and a cruel boy. He likes to hurt small they found the thick spot, Amos, not having any-
children who cannot hurt him. thing else to pick in, took off his jacket and filled
Amos Dyke knocked Johnny's elbow with a bas- both sleeves. Then he borrowed the Jimmyjohns'
ket he was carrying, and made him drop the half- jackets, and filled the four sleeves. Then he filled
peach in the grass. Then Johnny began to cry. his own hat and the Jimmyjohns' hats.
"Now, if you don't stop crying, I '11 eat it," said As it grew later the wind breezed up, and the


Jimmies began to feel cold. Amos had long pant- This was the time when the trowsers were cut.
aloons and a vest, but the Jimmies' little fat legs "I must cut pieces out of your trowsers," said
were bare, and they had no vests. They only had Amos, and stop the leaks, or we shall be drowned.
thin waists, and their trowsers were rolled up. Mine are too thick cloth."
It began to sprinkle, and Amos said it was time He took out his jack-knife as quick' as ever he
to go. They went back for the basket and two could, and cut pieces from their trowsers, and
small bundles, but were a long time in finding the stuffed the pieces into the cracks. Even this did
bush, on account of the bushes there looking so not wholly keep the water from coming in; so, just
much alike. They did find it, though, or rather as soon as they got past the rocks, Amos steered
Snip found it. The Jimmies took one apiece of the the boat to the land. And there he pulled her up,
bundles, and wanted to take more, but Amos was the Jimmyjohns pushing behind.
afraid they might lose some of the grapes. Per- By this time it was after sunset. Amos emptied
haps he knew pretty well how they would reach the all the grapes except those in his basket out upon
foot of the cliff. Perhaps he
knew pretty well that they
would begin slowly, and that
the sliding sands would take ---
them along so fast they
could n't stop themselves,
and would land them at the
bottom in two small heaps!
Now about the row home. -
Such a bad time as they .
had There was no rain to
:speak of, but the wind blew
hard, and this made the sea
very. rough; so rough that f
the boat pitched up and
down and sometimes took in
water. Amos told the Jim-
mies to hold on by the sides.
They were seated at the ends,
as before, and by stretching
their arms apart could take
hold of each side, and did .. _
so. Amos put on his own win___ e na
hat and let them have theirs, -
but said it would n't do to -- --
:stop to empty the jacket- --
.sleeves. The grapes from
the bottom of the boat. Snip was in the bottom the ground behind a log, and covered them with
of the boat, too. As there was no one to hold dry sea-weed. He let the Jimmies have a part of
him, he lay down on the Jimmyjohns' jackets. what were in their handkerchiefs. They all started
And there he did mischief. The boat, it seems, then to walk along the sands. As the jackets were
was an old, leaky boat, and the leaks were not well too wet to be worn, each boy carried his own on
stopped. Snip pulled out with his teeth and his arm. The Jimmies took turns in carrying Snip.
chewed up what had been stuffed into the cracks, In this manner they walked for nearly a quarter of
and before they knew what he was about, the water a mile, to the place they started from. There were
had begun to come in, and was wetting their feet two men coming down toward the water. As soon
.and all the things in the bottom. The wind took as Amos saw those two men he ran away; for one
their hats off and blew the flag away. They caught was Mr. Plummer and the other was the umbrella-
their hats and held them between their knees. man. The umbrella-man, it seems, had told Mr.
Amos began to look pretty sober. The little boys, Plummer that he saw his little boys in the field with
half crying, held fast by the sides of the boat, say- Amos Dyke, and had come to help him find them.
ing, over and over, O0, I want to go home!" "I Mrs. Plummer sat up very late that Saturday
want to see mother !" night.




THE climbing roses on the porch And twisted in with wondrous art,
Bear the sweet promise of the Spring, And tireless, loving toil,
And shyly on the passing breeze See in the middle of the nest
The homage of their fragrance fling. The distaff's flaxen spoil.

The rivulet has burst its bonds,
And, glorying in its new-found power,
Carols the joy of freedom gained -
To springing grass and tender flower.

A robin twitt'ring on the bough,
Says to his mate, Love, let us fly
And seek soft lining for our nest,
Where warm our little birds may lie."

The young wife sits upon the porch,'-
And busily her distaff plies;
The while she thinks upon her babe,
And gently murmurs lullabies. '

When through the open cottage door
A little wail the mother hears, '
She hastens to the cradle side '
To soothe and quiet baby's fears.

Unheeded, on the mossy step':
The well-used distaff lies; I'.
The robins, from the garden-walk
Watch it with longing eyes. *'li' '

They hop a little nearer now, .
Then, listening, raise their heads, r;t
Till, o'er the distaff hovering close,
They snap its fluttering threads. l .

The housewife, stepping on the porch, '
Takes up her work once more,
And little thinks two pretty thieves
Have robbed her thrifty store. '

And yet, her lullaby to-night
Would be more glad, I ween,
Could she but peep between the boughs,
And see what might be seen. "THEY SNAP ITS FLUTTERING THREADS.

Hidden by apple-blossoms pink, None the less soft for little birds
Is built a robin's nest,- Will be the pretty bed,
With lining soft of hair and down, Because a human mother's thoughts
Where birdlings five will rest. Are woven with the thread.




Do you know, dear young friends, that Haydn, second whistle can be used, which must be in F.
the great musical composer, wrote a symphony The night-owl,-a mug-shaped instrument, with
for the special delight and exercise of children, an orifice in its side, through which a whistle is in-
--a real symphony, serted,-when used, is
wilder and sweeter partly filled with water, .
than the chorus of a to give the tremulous
-. thousand birds? The owl-hoot sound. The
S_.__._- children required to common rotary rattle il' i i
I'': '" _- perform it need not and an ordinary tri- 11
be trained little mu- angle are used. The I'
sicians. They must cymbelstern is an up- ,,''
TWO FORMS OF CUCKOO. only be attentive, and right standard, with THE NIGHT-OW..
possessed of a quick, two horizontal rings of
true ear for music, and able to keep the dim- different diameter, on which are fastened many
ples quiet while the very, funny, yet beautiful, per- bells, various in'shape and tone. Sometimes, how-'
formance is going on. Now, you shall have full
directions for getting up the symphony, just as it
was performed lately at the Bettie Stuart Institute,


in Illinois, where a number of girls and boys (with
four good musicians modestly playing behind the
young orchestra) gave it to an admiring audience THE TRIANGLE. THE RATTLE.
with fine effect. The music can be obtained at
almost any first-class music publisher's, and the toy ever, the cymbelstern is made in the form repre-
instruments at any importing toy-house. sented in the cut.
The four leading instruments, playing in concert,
seem to inspire the timid
toys with confidence, and
with persuasive and kind-
ly notes to draw them
out, each in its proper ..
To perform the Children's Symphony success- place, so that "cuckoo!"
fully, an experienced musical director is required, "cuckoo!" "cuckoo!". -
and four instrumental performers, with first and appears as harmonious
second violins, violoncello, and bass-viol. Then among the peerless notes !'?,
eight children, with toy-instruments, viz. : The of the great master, as
cuckoo,--with two tones, G in the beautiful twilight
1ii'7... and E. (The violins and bass- of the summer sky, and
-- viol must be tuned by this in- the shriek of the night-
it"'- strument.) The whistle is a owl, as weird and gloomy
large clarionet-shaped toy, as at midnight hour, in
which must be in G. The the dark recesses of its
Strumpet, a large metallic toy, woodland haunts. When
THE DRUMI. must also be in G. The part we see one so eminent
for the drum (a full-grown bending his heavenly art,
toy) is identical with the trumpet. For the quail like the rainbow touching
(if a proper quail-pipe cannot be obtained), a the earth, to meet the THE CYMBELSTERN


capacity and to make glad the hearts of children, And with such instruments their hearts to move
we can well believe that his own soul must have As in their childish habits they approve."
been touched with the spirit of Him who took
little children in his arms and blessed them. The morning brought the "Children's Symph-
The origin of the beautiful symphony is not gen- ony"-
erally known, but it has been pleasantly told by a Eight tiny trinkets chiming in their glee,
German writer. Led by the abler, as you see at school
Would you like me to give a free translation of The master foremost with his rod and rule.
the story? Here it is: The rattle, whistle, and the cymbelstern
Rattled and piped and clatter'd in their turn.
PROLOGUE TO HAYDN'S CHILDREN'S SYMPHONY. The cuckoo, quail, and night-owl could be heard
Whooping their best to be the better bird;
NEAR Salzburg, once good Father Haydn And drum and trumpet, with much clamor blest,
Some leisure spent at Berchtholds-gaden Were not a whit more bashful than the rest.
(A rustic hamlet, cheer'd by mountain rills,
Perch'd like a birdling's home among the hills),
Where, with much thrift, the villager employs First an allegro, brisk as song of bird,
His gentle time and skill in making toys, In which a cuckoo's cheering notes are heard;
As drums and trumpets-such as swell the din And then a trio and a minuet,
Of mimic battles fought with swords of tin,- Their graceful tones like sparkling jewels set;
And tiny lutes, whose notes full oft inspire And then a fresto comes to close it all,
In after years, to string the charmed lyre: Which cannot fail to please both great and small.
No trifler's art. (The maxim here unfurl'd
Is please the child and you will please the world.) Although upon such playthings, still the part
To be performed will be no less an art.
Once, as he linger'd in the village street And should some small frightened trumpet shriek,
To sport with children he had chanced to meet Or bashful whistle loose its voice and squeak,
(For in his nature he was pure and mild, Or some presumptuous little would-be drum
Like all the truly great, himself a child), Should be puff'd up, and then collapsed and
Good Father Haydn to himself thus spoke: dumb,
"Oft has your ardor for the grand awoke Don't let such little things excite your wonder;
Such strains as might a worldly mind elate, You know, dear friends, .great artists sometimes
And please the learned, and men of high estate: blunder.
Now 'wake a grander symphony, to please Cuckoo, quail, and night-owl, are names of German toy-instru-
And move the hearts of such dear ones as these; ments, shown in the illustrations on preceding page.

(Translation of French Story in March No.)


MORE than two hundred years ago there lived in very rare happiness for persons of royal blood.
Castille a handsome prince and a beautiful princess, Often the princess would say:
who had everything that a good human heart could Ferdinand, what is trouble? How does it
have except trouble. It seemed that this could not feel ? "
come to them. They were young, full of health, And Ferdinand replied, "Alas Isabel, I do not
and cheerful; they had kind and very wealthy know."
parents; and, beyond all, they could count friends Let us ask our parents to give us some," pur-
who had for them a sincere affection, which is a sued Isabel; they never refuse us anything."


But the king and queen shuddered at their re- But Catherine lifted her hands in horror, and
quest: tottered away, mumbling prayers.
"No, no, dear children," they cried; "you do Then the prince and princess went down into the
not know what you ask. Pray that these wicked garden, and sat upon a mossy seat.
wishes may vanish from your hearts Nobody will give us what we have asked for,"
But the prince and princess were not satisfied said Isabel. It is very cruel."
with this answer. They applied in secret to the "Yes, very cruel," replied Ferdinand, taking his
most powerful of their courtiers, and, to their great sister's hand.
astonishment, met with a refusal, accompanied with "Our parents never refused us anything before,"
a laugh and a polite bow. They even had recourse resumed Isabel.
to the court jester. "Never! answered Ferdinand.
Ah, that trouble is a very precious thing," said Nor the courtiers," added Isabel.
the jester. "One cannot buy it, and it is not to Nor the courtiers," echoed Ferdinand.
be had for the asking. But you may borrow it." "Nor our dear old nurse," said Isabel, with a
Good cried the delighted pair. We shall strange feeling in her eyes.
borrow some this moment." "Nor our dear nurse."
But," added the jester, if you borrow any, "It is wickedness "
you must pay back' in the same coin." It is insolence "
"Alas! sighed the prince and the princess. "It is ingratitude !"
"How can we, if we have no trouble which belongs "Very great ingratitude "
to us? It is cruelty !" finished Isabel, with sobs; and
"True! There is the trouble," pronounced* the my eyes are all full of tears! How do you feel,
jester, as he stole away. Ferdinand ?"
"What did he intend those words to mean ? "f "Very badly, Isabel. I think my eyes also are
said the prince, nearly out of patience; "but we wet with tears "
need not trouble ourselves about him,-he is only Just then the chief gardener came that way. He
a fool! hastened$ to them.
Then, in despair, the two children went in search My dear prince and princess he exclaimed,
of their faithful nurse, who had been in the palace throwing himself on his knees before them. "You
ever since their birth, are weeping Oh, Heaven to think that these
Dear Catherine !" said they. "We have never noble and beautiful children can have trouble "
had any trouble. The priests say it is the com- Trouble!" echoed Ferdinand and Isabel.
mon lot of mortals. Have you had yours ?" "This is trouble, Carlos ?"
"Oh, yes, my darlings; I have always had more "Assuredly, I think so," said Carlos, much puz-
trouble than I want," replied the old woman, sadly, zled.
shaking her head. Then the prince and princess arose gaily and
"Oh, oh! Give us some! Give us some, good clapped their hands, and ran to the palace as
Catherine !" eagerly exclaimed the prince and happy as two birds. Their wish was gratified at
princess, last.
Should be "said." t This is too literal. "What did he mean by those words?" would be better. Should be "ran."

WE have received excellent translations of"Empruntde Peine" from the girls and boys whose names are in the following list. Although
the translation we print is the best received, there were many others nearly as good, and there were none that were not creditable to the young
TRANSLATORS OF FRENCi STORY IN IMARCF NUMBER.-Marie Bigelow, Lillie A. Pancoast, Alexander Noyes, G..E. F., D'Arcy,
"Traducteur," Edith Milicent B., Maia Cecilia Mary Lee, Anna S. McDougall, Jennie A. Brown, Valeria F. Penrose, Philip Little, Nettie
J. York, Adrian H. Souveine, Worthington C. Ford, "Hallie," Mary H. Stockwell, Lizzie Jarvis, Lelia M. Smith, Effie L. C. Gates, Nellie
Binckley, B. Preston Clark, Edward H. Connor, Ella, Anna C. Starbuck, Robert Trow Smith, Agnes J. Pollard, Emma Preston, Leon F.
Chamecin, R. H. Miner, L. H., Willie L. Haskell, E. Corning Townsend, May P. Trumbull, Adele Well, Bebe," Frank H. Clapp, John
F. Wing, Ella M. Truesdell, T : :, Carrie Merritt, Eleanor Frothingham, Jennie E. Foote, Alice H. Jenks, Alvina J. Noa, Maria
L. H. Cross, "May," Mollie li i. .., Annie S. Leigh, Emma De Witt, "A Young Contributor," Alice Robinson, S. A. H., Mary E.
Goodwin, Mary S. Clark, A. L. N., May Ewing, Harry Walbridge, C. E. R., L. E. L., M. L. B., M. P. Reynolds, L. B., C. S. G., S. D.,
Lizzie A. Dyer, Myrta A. Tryon, Leonard E. Reibold, Leona H. McAlmont, Sally Gantt, James i . jr., Lilian Loyd, Grace Winans,
William Mead, Katie E. Howland, Sallie H. Borden, L. H., Lillie M. Shaw, Frank H. Burt, i .. i ucloux. Robbie Haddow, Frank
A. Eaton, R. M. A., M. A. H., Edwin S. Crawley, David H. Shipman, Lewis Hopkins Rutherford, A. L. H., Charles J. Adams, Henry
K. Gilman, "Claire," Nellie M. Cyr, Clara B. Kimball, Luzette," Sadie T. Carlisle. Anna W. Olcott, Annie M. Barbey, Katie M. Wilcox,
Alice M. Richards, Edith Ayrault, F. B. McClintock, Martha Lewis, Florence M. Washburne, Hattie P---r, H. L. Reginald de
Korrn, S. G. W., Annie M. Lang, Marie C. Taylor, Grace B. Hitchcock, I .. Catherine A. Ricketts, i i-r. Charlie W. Bales-
tier, R. W. Trezevant, Win. R. Slade, A. B., Daisy M. Bellinger, Birdie i ... F. Salter and Annie B. Clapp, R. W. L., Ida Ober,
William C. Parker, L. L. H., C. C., Daisy Warner, Charles L. Chapin, L. A. H., Margaret Christina Ward, Thaddeus E. Murphy, and
Lena B. Putnam.



HE was a ragged little fellow, that donkey,. with a shaggy
head, great flapping ears, and a short, queer tail. His name
was Noddy. One fine day, Noddy was in the lot, eat-
ing clover, when Fred and Tom came out of the house,
with three more young scamps,-their cousins,-who had
__- just come to visit
S- them.
S- Now for a
Side shouted
Let's all get
on his back at
Once, said one
.. _- of the cousins.
-- Oh, yes oh,
yes!" said the
i rest, in high glee.
But before a
Singer could be
SI laid on him, off
he started, gal-
A loping round the
lot in fine style.
T ...... ...' The boys chased
.. ..'? him, and a grand
0 : -- '". race they had,
? ._.- ., -whisking and
frisking, falling
and sprawling, darting and dodging, --until they came to a
little hill. The donkey trotted up to the top, braying gladly.


It will never do to give it up so, Cousin Fred," said little
Archie. See his back is turned; let 's creep up softly."
Softly they went;
and, in two min-
utes more, they
were around poor
Noddy like a
swarm of bees. _
Fred and Frank
leaped upon his
back, with shouts I0 '
of delight. Fred
sat with his legs
stuck out ever
so wide, while --
Frank held on to
his waist. Lit-
tle Archie pulled
himself up be-
hind them, using T'
poor Noddy's tail "
as a rope; while 0
Tom and Curtis, ,. ....
taking hold of L_____ .
the donkey's ears,
tried to pull themselves up over his head. But just then
that sly old Noddy gave a great hee-haw HEE-H-A-w down
with his head; up with his heels; over went Tom and
Curtis, topsy-turvy; off flew Fred, Frank and Archie, and
away they all rolled down to the bottom of the hill. As for
Noddy, he laughed a donkey-laugh; and when the boys
went away, he brayed them a very polite good-by. Not
such a noddy, after all Was he ?


S.. that there was n't the least sense in his trying to do
-' .. such a thing; that nobody wanted him to, and no-
/, i".-'; body would care a snap if he did n't; but I might
S as well have talked to the wind. Around the world
'- he must, could, should and would go. So I said
S' at last, by way of consolation :
S Well, my friend, it might be worse. Think of
the planet Jupiter, one of those worlds that twinkle
up in the sky. Heard a school-boy say that Jup-
.- ". ". f,-' iter was fourteen hundred times larger than the
: '- earth! Think of that. You ought to be thankful
: that your lot is cast here instead of there."
S""" t "--.' A At these sensible words, what did that ridiculous
.. turtle do but roll his eyes and gasp harder than
.. ,. ever.
:I_ -- t... _.. ", v "Alas!" said he, "I did n't put myself here:
-f - - '-r *__.> and how do I know but as soon as I get around
I\ -IN T H- E i T this globe I shall find myself suddenly placed on
That other one; and I never, never would travel
around that, I am sure. Fourteen hundred times
GOOD news Good news It 's whispered bigger-fourteen hun--dred---times-- Oh my !"
underground. It's sung overhead. It's written Out of all patience, I shouted out, as he hitched
on the air. The Earth is awake! Flowers himself along, "Get out of your shell then,
Flowers are coming Dear me! and here are the and scamper, you absurd thing Get out of your
children I 'm the happiest Jack-in-the-Pulpit shell and scamper, or you '11 never finish your
that ever lived! Now let us talk about things in journey!"
general. But, children, if you meet that poor, misguided
HELIOTROPES ON THE ISLAND OF JAVA. turtle don't turn him around. Itwillputhimback,
I HAPPENED, one day, to mention incidentally to you know. It is a notion common to all the turtles
an escaped Java sparrow, that the heliotrope was that they must travel around the world, and, I sup-
just about the sweetest and prettiest little thing pose, that's why if you pick one up and set him
that grew, and that once, when a little chap de down with his head in an opposite direction from
lighted me by planting one near me, I was aston- the one in which he was going he '11 turn right
ished at the fragrance of its tiny clusters of wee, around again.
little purple blossoms. I wonder if girls and boys ever are so foolish as
Wee, little, tiny mites of specks of blossoms !" my low-spirited turtle.
twittered the Java sparrow, or sounds to that effect. PET SPIDERS.
" How funny Why, in my country the heliotrope
is n't a little plant at all. It grows to be fifteen feet THEY have a funny house-pet in the West In-
high, and its purple clusters are as big as a cocoa- dies. It is a great big spider,--an ugly fellow,-
nut; and their fragrance, when indoors, is more the very sight of which would make anyone who
than human folks can bear." was not used to it want to jump into the middle of
Children, for weeks and weeks I had my own next week. These creatures are considered sacred,
opinion of that Java sparrow; but it occurs to me and are not to be hurt or ditured on any account
now that may be I have done him an injustice, for Ugly as they are, they are useful, because they kill
flowers in warm countries do cut queer capers the cockroaches that otherwise would overrun the
flowers in warm countries do cut queer capers-- houses. Families who happen not to have any of
that we know. What do your folks say about it ? houses. Families who happen not to have any of
these pet spiders will take pains to obtain some,
LOW SPIRITS. just as we would bring home a cat to drive mice
A LOW-SPIRITED turtle who came creeping near away. I heard a girl reading about this.
me the other day gave such'a melancholy puff of
a sigh that I couldn't help asking him what was THE SPLENDID TRO-GON.
the matter. AH that is a fellow who deserves his name, you
"Matter?" he gulped. "Matter enough, I can may be sure. My friend, Peacock, who told me
tell you. I heard a schdol-boy say, this very all about him, assured nie that he, with all his
morning, that this earth is over 24,000 miles in cir- beauty, would be only a dingy fowl beside the Tro-
cumference. That means around; does n't it?" gon. This most magnificent of birds almost makes
Certainly," said I. the sun blink. His breast is scarlet, his back and
"Well then, how do you suppose I feel? How, wings golden brown and golden green; he is
in the name of all the inches, am I ever to accom- crowned with a crest of silky green plumes; his
plish it? Why, life is n't long enough for the pur- tail-feathers are golden-tinted, and three or four
pose! I can't do it !" feet long. He lives in Mexico, Central America,
"Do what, my friend?" and South America. He never takes trips North,
Why, go around the earth, of course." so it is likely that many of you never will see
Well, I tried and tried to persuade that turtle him, except as a poor stuffed bird in a museum.

1874.] JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT. 435

One comfort in that will be to know that the top. This great body of smooth water acts as a
superb fellow is resting in peace. It is more than cushion between the stormy waters and the lands
he can do during his life. The Indians rob him of at the bottom. Is not this a very wonderful thing?
his gorgeous feathers and wear them in their bar-
baric processions and at their festivals. When the WAX AND WAX FLOWERS.
Incas ruled over Peru the members of the royal I NEVER saw any wax flowers, but I've heard
family alone had the privilege of adorning them- about them. I've been told that they sometimes
selves with the magnificent tail-feathers of the look just like real flowers,-roses, daisies, lilies,
splendid Tro-gon. But the Incas were swept away or even Jack-in-the-Pulpits ; but, somehow, it
by the Spaniards, and their right to rob the beauti- makes me shiver to think of them. There 's some-
ful bird has long been shared by all Peruvians. thing queer too about using wax for that purpose,
A FRENCHMAN'S TRANSLATION. though it comes from flowers in the first place, and
ought to know just how they look. But, my chil-
THAT funny little French story about John Mar- dren, don't ever tear flowers to pieces to get wax.
tin's snowball-though John Martin is n't quite the You could n't find any in that way. It takes those
kind of boy that I like-delighted hosts of the cunning little chemists, the bees, to find the wax
readers of ST. NICHOLAS, I am told, especially in clover blossoms and heliotrope and buck-wheat
when they saw it translated into English. Some- and mignonette, and ever so many other things.
body told me, too, that the little chap who trans- They find something else there, too, don't they ?-
lated it did the work wonderfully well. something that you love as much as they do.
I heard a translation read once, that was n't quite And yet, after all is said and done, I must say,
so good. It was of another story, and was made as I said before, there 's something about the idea
by a Frenchman, who professed to teach languages, of making wax flowers that I don't fancy. They
and who thought he was telling it in perfectly must be monstrosities, after all, never mind how
beautiful English. You shall hear it just in his good the imitation may be. For what is a flower
words: if you take away its perfume, its soul, and the fact
A lady which was to dine, chid to her servant of its being a flower-the sweetest, freshest, tender-
that she not had used butter enough. This girl, est thing on earth?
for to excuse himselve, was bring a little cat on the
hand, and told that she came to take him in the HOREHOUND.
crime finishing to eat the two pounds from butter I LIKE horehound candy; it is so nice "
who remain. The lady took immediately the cat That is what little Jenny said, as she and her
whom was put in the balances, it just weighed that brother passed by me one day early in last autumn.
two pound. In another moment, she spied a dusty-looking
'This is all the very much well for the butter,' plant, with clusters of small white flowers growing
the lady then she said, but where is the cat ?' round the stalk. She stooped and smelled of the
A CANNON THAT FIRES ITSELF OFF. flower, though it was not very pretty. I fancy she
did not like its perfume, for she exclaimed:
AN imported bird, lately escaped from his cage, "Oh is n't it horrid ? The disagreeable weed !
.I'm glad to say, tells me that he has seen a little What in the world can it be good for?"
cannon at the Palais Royal in Paris that fires itself Then I said to myself: "Ah Jenny, if it were
off with a pop! every day at noon. I don't know not for two growing things,-sugar-cane and that
what to think about this. It strikes me that sort ugly little weed over which you 're twisting your
of cannon ought n't to be allowed. The sun has pretty nose,-I'd like to know how you'd ever get
something to do with the business, he says. You'd your horehound candy."
better look into this matter, my dears; I hear
there's an account given of it in a book called A FEW CONUNDRUMS.
Roundabout. Rambles. HERE are two more new conundrums from my
A WATER-CUSHION. friend, Jack Daw:
I BEGIN to think that there is no end to the won- What bankers were hardest off during the late
derful things one may learn when once one tries, panic ? Those who could n't even pay one a little
I've just heard of a big water-cushion. No one attention.
knows how thick it is; but it is as big as all the Why is a good-natured man like a house afire ?
oceans in the world. A tall boy who comes to our Because he is not easily put out.
meadow read all about it in Mangin's Mysteries Here is one that I heard so very, very long ago,
of the Ocean." that I'm quite sure other Jacks have forgotten it:
You see, if the oceans were as stormy all the way Why is a son who objects to his mother's second
through as they are on top, they would cut and marriage like an exhausted pedestrian ? Because
plow the lands and rocks at the bottom, tearing he can't go" a step-father.
their way through the very earth itself. So, when
God made this wonderful world, it appears he Classical students will please finish this sentence
covered a very large part of it with the deep waters with a familiar article of diet: When the Greeks
of the oceans, which lie smooth and still under all looked at Plato and Socrates, they "
the storms that rend and vex the parts nearer the Yes; that's right. They saw sages, of course.



"A YOUNG FRIEND wishes us to tell the children green boats "to the land where the Bong-tree grows,"
what pretty things May baskets are, and how very wel- -she would not long be kept in ignorance. But we'll
come they are as birthday gifts to May children, or as whisper a word or two in Oscaretta's ear. There 's a
sweet offerings to invalids and to little children in hos- great big, big volume called Imagination; and in this
pitals, or to put before fathers' and mothers' plates on a volume, right in among the R's, she '11 find 'runcible;"
fair May morning." A pretty May basket, she adds, and, perhaps, among the B's a perfect description of
can be made by trimming a paper box (a collar-box will the Bong-tree. Why not ?
do for a small one) with tissue paper, fringed and
crinkled, so as to hang around the outside, and by sew- HERE is a letter which will interest many of our
ing on opposite sides of the box a strip of cardboard for readers :
a handle. This also can be covered with tissue paper. Cheyenne Agency, Dakota, Feb. 20, '74.
Moss, wild flowers, and green leaves will soon make the DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I wonder what some of your young readers
basket beautiful; and if you have a delicate bit of vine would say if they saw who was just looking over your pleasant pages.
Nothing but a great savage Indian, with feathers in his hair, a big
to wreathe about the handle, so much the better. Nar- dab of vermilion on each cheek, dashed with a streak of blue, and his
row white ribbon bows, with streamers, where the forehead ribbed with yellow bars, like a walking bird-cage. A red
handle joins the basket, give a pretty effect; and for blanket over his shoulders, ragged leggings, a dirty shirt, and beaded
il do no hm to pt a qntiy moccasins completed his outfit,-nnless I should include an ominous-
very little children, it will do no harm to put a quantity looking Henry rifle, which was lying by his side as he turned over
of tiny round, egg-like sugar-plums in the middle of the your leaves. I suppose some of them would be wanting to get be-
flowers. hind the door, or to go off visiting; but there is no need of being
afraid. He looks awfully savage, but his heart can be won by a meal
ILLUSTRATION WORD-MAKERS.-Minnie L. G. is or a few beads and trinkets. Most of his valor lies in his paint; and
outdone. We announced in the March Letter Box that if you were to wash it off and dress him in civilized clothes, he would
make a very ordinary, harmless-looking man. There are two kinds
she had made ninety-seven English nouns out of the of these Indians, however. One class has been brought to live on
letters of the word Illustration; but hosts of boys the Missouri River, where they are furnished by the Government
and girls, taking it as a challenge, have sent in so much with food and clothing. Then there are many more who will not live
longer lists of English common nouns made from on the reservations, but stay far back from the river. These you
longer lists of English common nouns made nrom want to look out for, if you ever come here, for they not only carry
" Illustration," that we have nothing more to say. The guns and knives and tomahawks, but they will use them, if they have
following deserve special mention : a chance, on the first white person they happen to meet. You will
find these men sometimes among the other Indians on the reservation,
Edward M., of Austin, Texas, o07 nouns; M. R., Rochester (with but most of the "agency" Indians are peaceable enough. I have
the help of father and mother), 07 ; Worthington C. Ford, 114; many good friends among these people, and they love to be in the
John C. Howard, x14; Charley M. A., of Le Roy, N.Y., I5; house admiring all the little wonders of civilization so common to you
Arnold Guyot Cameron, of Princeton, 117; L. H., of New Orleans, all, and nothing pleases them more than to look at illustrated books
128; Bennie L. P., of Rutland, Vermont, 132 (Bennie also sends 21 and papers, and especially ST. NICHOLAS. M-
proper nouns) ; "A Young Subscriber," of Little Falls, 134 in com-
mon use, and 82 nouns found in the dictionary but not in common . r r ,
use: and Mary D. B., of Boston, who beats them all, sends 172. S. T. NICHOLAS.-In sending rebuses for ST. N., dear
namesake, a written statement of the symbols will
ANOTHER WORD.-" It never rains but it pours." answer the purpose of drawings, though we prefer to
Here comes "Scribe," of San Francisco, with an English see drawings, however rough. Mrs. Elizabeth Charles
word containing all the vowels set down in their right is the author of the "Schonberg-Cotta Family."
order, and out of which he makes two hundred and fifty
English words. "Scribe" says he will be pleased to H. STEUSSIE, JR., AND OTHERS.-We are glad to print
hear from the girls and boys concerning this word, in German stories for translation now and then, but we
next month's Letter Box. cannot afford space in the Riddle Box for German rid-
dles, as they could be solved by only a few of our
ELLEN R. C.-Thanks for your kind letter. But what readers.
do you mean by "your stories are so interesting and RoT., o DEGRAW ST.-Your criticism is quite just.
funny I have had the measles s Have you no
period nor exclamation point to spare ? Your letter, in OUR young friend, Nellie W., sends the boys and girls
its need of punctuation, reminds us 'of the touching the following riddle, in the hope of receiving a solution.
epitaph on a country tombstone: "Erected to the It is very old, she says; and the true answer, lost long
memory of John Philips accidentally shot as a mark of ago, has not yet been found.
affection by his brother."
Man cannot live without my first;
A LITTLE GIRL, of Freeport, Ill., writes : By day and night't is used.
My second is by all accurst;
DEAn ST. NICHOLAS: In reading the Letter Box of your maga- By day and night abused.
zinc, I noticed that a good many things were there that I am very
glad to learn. Now, as a favor, 1 ask you if you can tell me what a My whole is never seen by day.
runcible spoon is? It is found in J. G. Whittier's book of children's Nor ever seen by night;
poetry, entitled Child-Life," page 146, the sixth line in the last verse. 'T is dear to friends, when far away,
I have consulted several dictionaries and "Zell's Encyclopaedia," and But hated when in sight.
a good many other references, but am unable to get any meaning to
the word "runcible." So, if you can give me the meaning of it, you LILY M- N.-Your sketches are very good for a
will very much oblige OSCARETTA T. little girl of nine years; but we cannot print puzzles
Runcible spoons are not made now-a-days, so it is not founded on the name of the editor of this magazine.
to be wondered at that Oscaretta did not find the word
in any modern dictionary. If our little friend only could F. C. G.-We are not at present in favor of opening
find an encyclopaedia that was published in the times a "correspondence column for our boys and girls." It
when all these things happened,-when Owls and has its advantages, but it also has its abuses, and in our
Pussies, on their wedding tours, really sailed in pea- opinion the chances of the latter outweigh the former.

1874.1 THE LETTER BOX. 437

J. G., inspired by the specimens of high-flown prov- HERE comes a letter which makes us right glad:
erbs given in our March Letter Box, sends the following: Huntsville, Madison Co., Ark., Feb. 27, 1874.
"The medium of exchanges starts from rest, MR. ST. NICHOLAS: You see we have been to work. My papa
And puts the equine female to her best" wrote out the pledge for me, and I took it to school and got the
teacher, Mr. Alexander,-who is a good man,-to read your piece on
"CHARL."--Your communication is in type, waiting birds in January number, and every single girl and boy signed it.
for a chance to appear. They all thought it a splendid thing to not kill any more birds. I
and my little brothers, Bennic and Frank and Dick, are going to cut
some holes in some gourds that we raised last year in our garden, and
ABOUT ST. NICHOLAS.-We cannot resist the temp- hang them up in our shade-trees,-they're big, tall locust trees,-for
station to show our young folks these two letters,- the blue-birds to building. We will hang them with wire, so that the
from a mother and her little daughter,-and we trust little birdies will have a good home for a long time to come. I send
they will attribute our doing so, not to vanity, but to the pledge paper all signed. Don't you think this pretty good for
they will attribute our doing so, not to vanity, but to Arkansas ? Yours truly, Roone PREATHER.
genuine joy at such encouragement, and a desire to
satisfy certain honest well-wishers who, while they ad- Preamble and Resolution :
mit the fascinations of ST. NICHOLAS for big boys and Whereas, we, the youth of America, believing that the wanton
girls, fear that we are not paying enough attention to destruction of wild birds is not only cruel and unwarranted, but is un-
little children : necessary, wrong, and productive of mischief to vegetation as well as
Albany, N. Y., March 4th, 1874. to morals; therefore,
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I enclose a letter, dictated, word for word, resolved, that we severally pledge ourselves to abstain from all
by my little daughter, whose delight in your magazine is truly in- such practices as shall tend to the destruction of wild birds. That we
will use our best endeavors to induce others to do likewise ; and that
expressible. surfeited ith compliments, must we will advocate the rights of birds at all proper times, encourage
Although you are doubtless surfeited with compliments, I must confidence in them, and recognize in them creations of the Great
add a word of congratulation upon the success you have had so far in the and g eoo of mankind.
making your magazine unexceptionable,-a word that has been quite
inapplicable to most of those offered to the children heretofore. Hay- (Signed)
ing had the care of many young people, both as mother and teacher, BoYs.-Hugh F. Berry, Edward Barbour, M. S. Newton,
I have examined the children's literature of the day with much W. Van Buren, Willie Sams, Nat Sanders, George
anxiety. Notwithstanding its merit and attractiveness, it is beset Anthony, Robert Prather, W. P. Buren, Howard A.
with snares and pitfalls that will destroy the innocence and ignorance Kenner, Bennie Prather, Frankie Prather, Frank E.
(of worldly wisdom) that give childhood its charm and its joy. Your Johnson, O. D. Johnson, Noah U. S. Johnson, Johnnie
work is a noble one, and will yield a rich reward.-Respectfully, Moody.
ELLEN HARDIN W- GIRLS.-Allie A. Powe, Bell Berry, Ella Sams, Fannie Rich-
mond, Cener Sanders, Bell Parks, Selina Copeland,
Minda Bohannon, Allie Moody, Bettie Polk, Clint
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am seven years old. I have taken the Kenner.
"Nursery" two years, and now my mamma says I read it through
so fast that I have outgrown it. I am very glad you have come this Who'll sign next? Send in your names, boys and
year, for I am sure that I would not like any other magazine as well girls,-all who wish to join Mr. Haskins' army of Bird-
as y brother has a dog named Leaune (that is a German word), defenders,-big and little, young and old, and Northern,
that I think is as wonderful as the Brighton cats. She can run up a Southern, Eastern or Western-in fact, from any part
tree, she will shut the door, or pick up scraps from the floor and put of this big round world.
them in the waste-basket, and she can spell her name with alphabet-
cards. ROBERT R. S.-We do not know the author of the
I think "The Trio" is very funny,-the sheep singing about ROBERT R do not k w the author of the
themselves; and "Jack-in-the-Pulpit" is splendid. I love to read lines:
his sermons. I found a real Jack-in-the-pulpit last summer in the The waves that creep to kiss the pebbly shore,
woods. And seek forgiveness for the tempest's roar."
I am glad you don't love fine dolls. I keep Lady Alice" in a
trunk, but "Rosa" sleeps with me every night. Some people say ALLEN F-- rather lengthy description of various
she is freckled and ugly; but Santa Claus sent her to me long, long "Curiosities in Plant Life" is not exactly suited to the
ago, and I think she is lovely.-Your friend, Ruv.
Columns of ST. NICHOLAS, but we willingly give the
Every mail brings us letters as warm, hearty, and Letter Box the benefit of his offer of "any portion of
cheering as these. Of course, we cannot reply to them the article that will interest the boys and girls." His
all by letter. There would be no time left for ST. pleasant account of "The Biggest Flower in the World"
NICHOLAS if we did that; but we can assure the writers is well worth reading.
that their kind words are of great help to us, and that
their suggestions always are carefully considered. THE BIGGEST FLOWER IN THE WORLD.
So, good friends, especially you whose names are On some of the East India islands, where so many queer things
given below,-as we cannot reply to you each by letter, grow, is found a flower that measures a full yard across. Yet it has
we desire to thank you here for your hearty words : only a cup-like centre, and five broad, thick, fleshy petals. Seen
we desire to from a distance, through the dark-green leaves of the vines among
F. H. Zabriskie, "Sedgwick," S. B. C., Minnie H., which it grows, the rich wine-tint of the flower, flecked with spots of
Charley A. Osborn, Powhatan," Julia C. Lakin, J. H. a lighter shade, is said to impart a warmth and brilliancy of color to
F., Jessie Nicholson, W. W. W., George E. S., Edward the whole surrounding scene. But the nearer the observer comes-
F. P., Abbie and Lottie, M. A. ., Charie L., Jessie all eagerness to see more closely so wonderful a flower-the less does
F. P., Abbie and Lottie, M. A. W., Charlie L., Jessie helike it. Not that the color is less beautiful; but who cares for
L. McD., W. F. Bridge, E. P., Charles J. Fuller, F. C. beauty in human beings, when its possessor is malicious, disdainful,
G., Howard F. Bowers, S. T. N., Harold C. Powers, oruntruthful? and who cares for beauty in a flower, when the odor
L. H., Meta Gage, H. Steussie, jr., Lelia Ruth Haines, is disagreeable?
L. H. Meth So, notwithstanding its proudly brilliant color, and its great size,
Harry King, R. 0. B., Annie Wilkins, E. P., Mrs. E. the raflesia-arnldiwill never be admired, for we are told that its
H. Walworth, C. M. A., Edward H. Tibbits, Lottie J. "odor is intolerable, polluting the atmosphere for many feet around."
Bachman. Another bad trait of its flower-character is, that itis too lazy to sup-
port itself, but lives upon thelabors of others. In the forests whereit
HORACE BUTLER.-We shall soon give a Latin story is found, there are many vines, sometimes climbing up the trunks of
f the trees, and sometimes trailing along the ground. Fastening itself
for translation, to a vine in the latter position, the unprincipled rafflesia grows without
other trouble to itself than to draw for its own use, the nutriment
CHARLEY J. FULLER writes: I noticed in your which the industrious vine-roots are all the while collecting from the
March Letter Box about keeping a list of all the books earth. The vine must be very amiable, you think? Ah! but the
we read in the year 1874, and I have commenced to do poor vine cannot help itself. It cannot shake off the big, selfish
flower, and can only work harder than ever to collect supplies suffici-
so." This is right, Charley. We hope scores and ent to nourish the odious hanger-on, and 1ave enough, in addition,
scores of boys and girls are "doing so" with you. for its own branches and leaves.




THERE are fish in the sea so curious, that when ally lives under stones and eel-grass and mud at
we see pictures of them we can scarcely believe the bottom of shallow sea-water. Examining the
that any such creatures really exist, places where the water is but a few inches in depth
Do not some of the odd-looking fishes, for in- at low tide, it will be seen that under many of the
stance, pictured on page 256 of the March num- stones and smaller rocks the sand on one side has
ber of ST. NICHOLAS, look more like wild and been removed, leaving a shallow cavity extending
impossible inventions of the artist than like any- back beneath the stone. If care is taken to ap-
thing else ? And yet they are all native Americans, proach gently, and without noise, the head of the
and can be caught almost any fine day off the coast Toad-fish can be seen very much in the position of
of New England or New York. a dog as he lies looking out of his kennel. If this
What do you suppose that wide-mouthed mon- happen in the summer months, the little creature,
ster at the bottom of the picture is about ? Do you may be sure, is guarding her young, for which
you think he foolishly believes that the fish about she seems to have a great affection. If the stone
him will swim into his great mouth? He is much is removed, the young Toad-fish can be found in
too wise for that. He knows, too, how useless it hundreds sticking to the under surface.
would be to try to catch his swift-finned compan- The ferocious-looking creature above the Toad-
ions by chasing them, for he is a slow swimmer, fish is the Sea Raven, or Deep Water Sculpin.
So he lies quietly at the bottom of the ocean and Nothing could present a more remarkable appear-.
fishes for his prey. Think of that,-a fish fishing ance than this fish, with his oddly-colored body, his
This creature has a natural fishing-rod, with a prodigious fins, his crushed-looking head, hung
bait at the end, growing from his head, near his about with tatters and scraps of skin, and his ab-
mouth. The fishing-rod is a fine fish-bone, taper- surd yet horrible expression of ill-humor.
ing off to a point, on which hangs a little streamer, There remain four fishes which are well worthy of
or slip of shining membrane, that serves for the notice. The Sea-Wolf, on the left of the illustra-
bait. tion; the Mullet, just below; the Sea-Robin, on
Lying motionless in the soft mud, the Angler, the right; and the Sea-Mouse, between the Sea-
as this fish is rightly named, waves about the long Wolf and the Toad-fish. Of these four, as might
spines on his head and back until the silly fish in be expected, the Sea-Wolf is the most savage and
the immediate vicinity, attracted by the movement ferocious, and is dreaded even by the fishermen
and the glittering bait, come within reach, when who catch it. The Mullet is so artful and cunning
they are immediately swallowed. His side fins, as that it is very difficult to effect its capture with a
you can see, are more like the flippers of a seal seine or net. And if once caught in this way, it
than like fins, and serve to slide him forward over will dash furiously against the sides of the net, and
the bottom mud. will even search every mesh, in order to 'find a
The fish immediately over his head is called the large one through which it may escape. The Sea-
Toad-fish. It is a very curious-looking creature Robin is both beautiful and harmless,-a near re-
with its toad-like, flattened head, of which a glimpse lation to the Flying-fish,-and the Sea-Mouse is a
may be had in the right hand upper corner of,the strange little creature, from two to four inches long,
picture, where a second fish of this species is shown sometimes, but rarely, caught along the coast of
swimming toward the spectator. This fish gener- the Eastern States.

THE Editors are very much gratified by the numerous and excellent descriptions, which they have received, of the fishes shown in the
engraving in the March number. They would be glad to make special mention of these, but there are so many of them that it is impossible
to do so. They give below, however, a classified list of all received before March x5th:
Virginia B. Ladd correctly named and describedfive of the fishes.
The following list correctly describedfour fishes, viz. : Susie Burrows, Fred Faville, Bessie Atlee and Harry Erisman, Robert D. Dashiell,
'Bub," Garry Banker, Annie Goodman, Lena W. Chamberlain, and Virginia H. Curtis.
The following had three right: Theodora Chase, Freddie Huckel, Will Culver, Robert Pratt Bliss, and Leila Ruth Haynes.
The following were correct concerning two of the fishes: Wallace C. Carter, F. H. Zabriskie, Lulu A. Paine, Willie H. Frost, Harry R.
Huntington, Rosalie M. Bemis, Lincoln Hill and Ernest Winne, Willie Wright, J. S. McCormack, and Mark J. Mason.
Correct descriptions of the large fish, called "The Angler," were received from Georgie Platts, Oscar H. Babbitt and George Barrell,
Chas. I. Fuller, Frank W. Hoyt, Nannie B. Tamberton, James C. Ayer, S. D. Jennings. Stella Clark, Claire B. Potwin, Commodore Ruple,
Lulie M. French, George Montaldo, Leo Doggett, Lizzie F. Bradford, Arthur L. Brandiger, R. Hays Irvin, Nellie Chase, Frank H. Jack-
son, Bertie Wilson, Annabel Crandall, Sarah Gallett, "Walter," A. D. W., Charlie Burton, Arthur L. Ropes, John Heiss West, Eddie
W. Clark, George H. Ashley, Alfred H. Williams, Edward F. Bragg, Charlie W., Anna W. Olcott, Frederick W. Chapman, "Izaak Walton,"
Willie Remaine, Melvin L. Dorr, Frank Burr Mallory, Knight C. Richmond, and Charles Swift Richie, jr.

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HERE you have two very well-known verses written in the lan- right and that of the other to the left. E is always seen dancing,
guage of the Restless Imnps. It is exactly the same as English, ex- with his arms up in the air, and X, not being often needed, sits at his
foL m of its le h^Ue 's have tw ease.

cepting in the form of its letters. The imps have twenty-six distinct ease. In due time we shall publish a full key to this interesting
positions, one for each letter of the alphabet. P and C, for instance, alphabet, for the benefit of all who wish to correspond in the new Ian-

(These rivers are spelled backwards.) PUT the same prefix before each of the following,
YoE would have been of w no uese, Major, for, if when found, so as to form twelve words (puns allowed):
had n't found a glove, he would have bled to death I. A writer. 2. The coat of certain animals. 3. A near
under the window. I tried to atop P Cete, both times, for relation. 4. An attitude. 5. A sort of match used in
Needed hi to go to the cellar. Useful, he was;p only, warfare. 6. What schoolboys should never be. 7. A
when he brought the box of salve, his life, you see, part of a church 8. A growing thing. 9. Something
depended on my exertions. NIP. that is nothing if not musical. o1. A shape. II. The
number eight. 12. An ocean.
TAKE away my first five, and I am a tree. Take FRAGRANCE. A stream. A germ. A fruit. field
away my last five, and I am a vegetable. Without my of strife. J. P. B.
last three, I am an ornament. Cut off my first, and two
parts of your head are left. Divide me in half, and you 'CHARADE.
read a fruit and an instrument of correction. Without ist Syllable
my first and last three, I am a titled gentleman. My SOMETHING we too early sigh for,
whole, you can obtain of any druggist. FLOY. What, through life, too hard we try for,
What, alas, too many die for.
ENIGMA, No. 1.
2d Syllable.
My first is in stag, but not in elk. Upon my second, in a boat
My thisecond is in cream, but not in bootmilk. We lightly toss, or idly float,
My third is in shoe, but not in boot. Or bathe within its wavelets clear-
My fourth is in laugh, but not in hoot. (The word to Tennyson is dear).
My fifth is in hot, but not in cold.
My sixth is in bought, but not in sold. My Whole.
My seventh is in hornet, but not in bee. A lovely vale, well known to Fame,
My eighth is in tied, but not in free. Of which a fabric bears the name
My ninth is in shot, but not in gun. Well worthy of the proudest dame.
My tenth is in play, but not in fun. LAURA D. NICHOLS.
My eleventh is in fish, but not in eel.
My twelfth is in stern, but not in keel. PUZZLE.
And my whole is the name of an island. MAKE a word of three syllables out of these let-




MY first is a country in Asia. Change my head, and I AM composed of seven letters, of which my I, 2, 3
I am a small country of Africa. Behead, and I am an spell what you call the members of your family; my
ancient name of a part of Europe. "Put a head on 4, 5, 6, 7, a trader's highest ambition; my 6, 5, 3, 7, a
me" and drop the last two letters, and I become a cel- narrow way; my 6, 5, I, 7, a body of fresh water; my
ebrated river. Change the last letter, and I am a 6, 2, 3, 7, that which denotes length, without breadth or
country in Asia. B. A. R. thickness; my 3, 2, 6, 7, the name of a noted river, at
the mouth of which stands a city famous both in ancient
CURIOUS CROSS-WORD. and modern times; my 4, 3, 5, 1, 7, an object of uni-
versal terror, beautiful and fascinating, but dangerous;
WHILE at a 4, old-fashioned 7 lately, composed of my 4, 2, 3, 7, a term used in geometry; my 4, 5, 3, 7
about Y4 of I, we had 2, 6 for dinner, and had lots of 8, mean healthy; my 5, 6, 7, a beverage ot which the
and while there we made this 3, 5, and by guessing the Scotch are very fond; my 6, 7, 5, I tell what ships are
answer you will a 9 times oblige, apt to do in a storm; my 6, 7, 5, 3 mean to bend or in-
JOHN SHERMAN. dine; my 4, 2, 3, I tell what a boy does who ventures
into deep water without being able to swim ; my 4, 6,
DOUBLE DIAGONAL PUZZLE. 2, 3, I mean to steal away; and my whole is a bluff on
the western coast of Ireland, that gives his title to the
THE diagonals form respectively the names of a town only British nobleman who is allowed to wear his hat in
of Madison County, N. Y., and a village of Venango the presence of the Queen of England.
County, Pa. The horizontal words have the following FANNIE ROPER FEUDGE.
for their signification : A city of Kansas. 2. A town
ofW. Va. 3. A kind of pigeon. 4. A village of N. H. DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
5. A town of N. Y. 6. A large town of Conn. 7. A THE initials and finals form two cities : I. A city in
town of Mass. 8. Any vain or empty terror, or the Central America. 2. A boy's name. 3. A city in Asia.
local English name for the black-gull. 9. A town of 4. A fastening. 5. To change. 6. A city of Europe.
W. Va. ALDEBARAN. 7. A nautical term- NIP.


PICTURE QUOTATION.- REBUs.-" The tired fellow wheeled around and spoke out."
"But mice and rats and such small deer A QUEER AQUARIUM.-Pipe-fish, Balloon-fish, Moon-fish, Sea-
Have been Tom's food for seven long year." horse, Sheep's-head, Swallow-fish, Bullhead, Sword-fish, Toad-fish,
King Lear, Act 3, Scene 4. Wolf-fish, Dog-fish, Pike, Horse-shoe, Dace, Razor-fish, Star-fish,
RHYTHMIC ENIGIA.-Enigma. Cat-fish, Trunk-fish.
ORTHOGRAPHICAL PUZZLE.-Stale, tale, ale, at, slat, slate, as, sat, ENIGMA.-Mischief-makers.
lea, least, east, late, last, lest. APOCOPES.- I. Index, in. 2. Coward, cow. 3. Codger, cod.
CROSS-WORD ENIGMA.-Passamaquoddy. 4. Titter, tit. 5. Wasteful, waste. 6. Stockade, stock. 7. Target,
RIDDLE.-April Fool. tar.
LOGOGRIPH.-Start, tart, art, at, as, star, tar, at. NUMERICAL EXERCISE.-i, 3, 4, 5, 2.
LITERARY ELLIPSES.-I. Crabbe, Shelley, Moore. 2. Goldsmith, HIDDEN SQUARE.- TE N
Locke. 3. Campbell, Knight, Day, Foote. E E
ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN MARCH NUMBER have been received from Carrie L. Hastings, Louise F. Olmstead, Frank S. Halsey,
Estelle Parker, Fred W., Walter Bixby, Welmore Bnscoe, H. S. M., T. F. Sykes, Hobart Park, Edward H. Connor, Johnnie Hersh,
Mary Inman Drake, Hattie B. Granger, Howard F. Bowers, Emily Morrison, Mary M. Grace, Harry C. Powers, Ralph Blaisdell and
Sidney Taylor, Willie Boucher Jones, Montgomery H. Rochester, "A Biped," H. O. Turner, Wm. T. Roberts, Jessie L. McDermott,
Laura Opper, Annie and Bertha Shoemaker, Arnold Guyot Cameron, Mabel Afton and Estelle Hartford, Eddie E. Judson, Carrie W.
Mairs, W. F. Bridge, jr., Wilson E. Skinner, S. D., Harrie Town, A R. M Jennie Church, Fannie B. James, John A. Paine, E.
Langdon Bishop, Helen W. Allen, Ralph R. Carlin, John B. Crawford, Minnie S., Willie Siebert, A. E. K., S. Schmucker, S. B. L.
Penrose, Lottie W., Edward H. Saunders, Will Ruggles, Ellen G. Hodges, F. A. Shutes, Joseph and Frank Bird, G. Deney Stratton,
James S. Rogers, jr., Minnie Thomas, May W. Bond, George Morton, Edna H. Kiersted, Lawrence Norton, "Dough and P. Nutt,"
Harry R. Huntington, O. H. B. and G. L. B., Anna W. Olcott, M. A. H., Lincoln Hill and Ernest Winne, "Luzette," F. B. McClin-
tock, "Eider Jay," Gracie M. Morse, Minnie Batcham, Charlie W. Balestier, "Cambridge Place," Mary and Reuben Sloan.


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